THE LIBRARY. (') (1) [For Mr. Crabbe's own account of the preparation of this poem for the press, under Mr. Burke's eye, at Beaconsfield, see the preceding volume of this collection, p. 95. "The Library" appeared anonymously, in June, 1781; but the author's name and designation as domestic chaplain to the Duke of Rutland were on the title-page of a second edition published in 1783.] known in distant Times - Books afford Consolation to the troubled Mind, by substituting a lighter Kind of Distress for its own- They are productive of other Advantages An Author's Hope of being Arrangement of the Library— Size and Form of the Volumes-The ancient Folio, clasped and chained- Fashion prevalent even in this Place - The Mode of publishing in Numbers, Pamphlets, &c. Subjects of the different Classes Divinity Controversy - The Friends of Religion often more dangerous than her Foes Sceptical Authors Reason too much rejected by the former Converts; exclusively relied upon by the latter Philosophy ascending through the Scale of Being to moral Subjects Books of Medicine: their Variety, Variance, and Proneness to System: the Evil of this, and the Difficulty it causes Farewell to this Study Law: the increasing Number of its Volumes Supposed happy State of Man without Laws Progress of Society - Historians: their Subjects-Dramatic Authors, Tragic and Comic- Ancient Romances The Captive Heroine. Happiness in the Perusal of such Books: why-Criticism - Apprehensions of the Author: removed by the Appearance of the Genius of the Place; whose Reasoning and Admonition conclude the Subject. -- THE LIBRARY. WHEN the sad soul, by care and grief oppress'd, 1) [After line fourth, the original MS. reads as follows:- From all the scorn and malice of mankind? From wit's disdain, and wealth's provoking sneer, And clamour's iron tongue, censorious and severe? Alas! we fly to peaceful shades in vain; Alas! we fly to silent scenes in vain ; When the sick heart, by no design employ'd And pain'd anew in every former grief. No monarch covets war, nor dreams of fame, No proud great man, or man that would be great, Yet Contemplation, silent goddess, here, The world's vast views, the fancy's wild domain, And all the motley objects of the brain : Here mountains hurl'd on mountains proudly rise, Far, far o'er Nature's dull realities; Eternal verdure decks a sacred clime, Eternal spring for ever blooms in rhyme, |