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While Rome could none esteem

But virtue's patriot theme, You loved her hills, and led her laureate band;

But staid to sing alone

To one distinguished throne, And turn'd thy face, and fled her alter'd land.

No more, in hall or bower,

The passions own thy power. Love, only Love, her forceless numbers mean J

For thou hast left her shrine,

Nor olive more, nor vine,
Shall gain thy feet to bless the servile scene.

Though taste, though genius, bless

To some divine excess, Faint's the cold work till thou inspire the whole:

What each, what all supply,

May court, may charm our eye, Thou! only thou canst raise the meeting soul I

Of these let others ask,

To aid some mighty task,
I only seek to find thy temperate vale:

Where oft my reed might sound

To maids and shepherds round,
And all thy sons, O Nature! learn my tale.

ON THE POETICAL CHARACTER.

As once, if not with light regard,
I read aright that gifted bard
(Him whose school above the rest
His loveliest Elfin queen has blest),
One, only one, unrivall'd fair,*
Might hope the magic girdle wear,
• Florimel. See Spenser, Leg. 4th.

At solemn turney hung on high,
The wish of each love darting eye.

Lo! to each other nymph in turn applied,

As if, in air unseen, some hovering hand, Some chaste and angel-friend to virgin-fame,

With whisper'd spell had burst the starting band, It left unblest her loathed dishonour'd side j Happier, hopeless fair, if never Her baffled hand with vain endeavour Had touch'd that fatal zone to her denied!

Young Fancy thus, to me divinest name,

To whom, prepared and bathed in heaven,

The cest of amplest power is given,

To few the god-like gift assigns,

To gird their blest prophetic loins, Aad gaze her visions wild, and feel unmixM her flame,

The band, as fairy legends say,

Was wove on that creating day,
When He, who call'd with thought to birth
Yon tented sky, this laughing earth,
And drest with springs, and forests tall,
And pour'd the main engirting all,
Long by the loved enthusiast woo'd,
Himself in some diviner mood,
Retiring, sat with her alone,
And placed her on his sapphire throne,
The whiles, the vaulted shrine around,
Seraphic wires were heard to sound,
Now sublirnest triumph swelling,
Now on love and mercy dwelling;
And she, from out the veiling cloud,
Breathed her magic notes aloud:
And thou, thou rich-hair'd youth of mom,
And all thy subject life was born!
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The dangerous passions kept aloof,
Far from the sainted growing woof j
But near it sat ecstatic Wonder,
Listening the deep applauding thunder I
And Truth, in sunny vest array'd,
By whose the Tarsel's eyes were made;
And the shadowy tribes of Mind,
In braided dance their murmurs join'd,
And all the bright uncounted powers
Who feed on heaven's ambrosial flower*.
—Where is the bard whose soul can now
Its high presuming hopes avow?
Where he who thinks, with rapture blind,
This hallowM work for him design'd?
High on some cliff, to heaven up-piled,
Of rude access, of prospect wild,
Where, tangled round the jealous steep,
Strange shades o'erbrow the valleys deep,
And holy Genii guard the rock,
Its glooms embrown, its springs unlock,

While on its rich ambitious head

An Eden, like his own, lies spread, I view that oak, the fancied glades among, By which, as Milton lay, his evening ear, From many a cloud that dropp'd etbereal dew, Night sphered in heaven its native strains could hear) On which that ancient trump he reacb/d was hung:

Thither oft his glory greeting,

From Waller's myrtle shades retreating,
With many a vow from Hope's aspiring tongue,
My trembling feet his guiding step pursue j

In vain—Such bliss to one alone,

Of all the sons of soul, was known, And Heaven, and Fancy, kindred powers, Have now o'erturn'd th* inspiring bowers, Or curtain'd close such scenes from every future view.

ODE,
WRITTEN IN THE YEAR MDCCXLVI.

How sleep the brave, who sink to rest,
By all their country's wishes blest!
When Spring, with dewy fingers cold,
Returns to deck their hallowM mould,
She there shall dress a sweeter sod
Than Fancy's feet have ever trod

By fairy hands their knell is rung,
By forms unseen their dirge is sung:
There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray,
To bless the turf that wraps their clay,
And Freedom shall awhile repair,
To dwell a weeping hermit there!

TO MERCY.

Strophe.
O THOU! who sitt'st a smiling bride,

By Valour's arm'd and awful side,
Gentlest of sky-born forms, and best adored:

Who oft, with songs, divine to hear,

Winn'st from his fatal grasp the spear, And hideet in wreaths of flowers his bloodless sword!

Thou who, amidst the deathful field,

By godlike chiefs alone beheld,
Oft with thy bosom bare art found,
Pleading for him, the youth who sinks to ground:

See, Mercy, see! with pure and loaded hands,

Before thy shrine my country's Genius stands, Aud decks thy altar still, (hough pierced with many a wound!

Antistrophe.

When he whom even our joys provoke;

The fiend of Nature, join'd his yoke,
And rushed in wrath to make our isle his prey:

Thy form, from out thy sweet abode,

Overtook him on his blasted road,
And stopp'd his wheels, and look'd his rage away.

I see recoil his sable steeds,

That bore him swift to savage deeds,
Thy tender melting eves they own:
O maid! for all thy love in Britain shewn,

Where Justice bars her iron tower,

To thee we build a roseate bower, Thou, thou shalt rule our queen, and share our monarch's throne!

TO LIBERTY.

Strophe.

Who shaJl awake the Spartan fife,

And call in solemn sounds to life
The youths, whose locks divinely spreading,

Like vernal hyacinths in sullen hue,
At once the breath of fear and virtue shedding,

Applauding Freedom loved of old to view?
What new Alcseus, fancy-blest,
Shall sing the sword, in myrtles drest,

At Wisdom's shrine awhile its flame concealing, (What place so fit to seal a deed renown'd ?)

Till she her brightest lightnings round revealing, Itleap'd in glory forth, and dealt her prompted wound?

O Goddess! in that feeling hour,
When most its sounds would court thy ears,

Let not my shell's misguided power
E'er draw thy sad, thy mindful tears.

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