Of beauty blasting, gives the gloomy hue, And feature gross: or worse, to ruthless deeds, Mad jealousy, blind rage, and fell revenge, Their fervid spirit fires. Love dwells not there, The soft regards, the tenderness of life, The heart-shed tear, th' ineffable delight Of sweet humanity: these court the beam Of milder climes; in selfish fierce desire, And the wild fury of voluptuous sense, There lost. The very brute creation there This rage partakes, and burns with horrid fire.
Lo! the green sèrpent, from his dark abode, Which e'en imagination fears to tread, At noon forth issuing, gathers up his train In orbs immense, then, darting out anew, Seeks the refreshing fount; by which diffus'd, He throws his folds; and while, with threat'ning
And deathful jaws erect, the monster curls His flaming crest, all other thirst appall'd, Or shiv'ring flies, or check'd at distance stands, Nor dares approach. But still more direful he, The small close-lurking minister of fate,
Whose high-concocted venom through the veins A rapid lightning darts, arresting swift The vital current: form'd to humble man, This child of vengeful nature! There, sublim'd To fearless lust of blood, the savage race Roam, licens'd by the shading hour of guilt And foul misdeed, when the pure day has shut His sacred eye. The tyger darting fierce Impetuous on the prey his glance has doom'd: The lively-shining leopard, speckled o'er With many a spot, the beauty of the waste; And, scorning all the taming arts of man, The keen hyena, fellest of the fell. These, rushing from th' inhospitable woods Of Mauritania, or the tufted isles,
That verdant rise amid the Lybian wild, Innum'rous glare around their shaggy king, Majestic, stalking o'er the printed sand; And, with imperious and repeated roars, Demand their fated food. The fearful flocks Crowd near the guardian swain; the nobler herds, Where, round their lordly bull, in rural ease, They ruminating lie, with horror hear
The coming rage. Th' awaken'd village starts; And to her flutt'ring breast the mother strains Her thoughtless infant. From the pirate's den, Or stern Morocco's tyrant fang escap'd,
The wretch half wishes for his bonds again: While, uproar all, the wilderness resounds, From Atlas eastward to the frighted Nile. Unhappy he! who from the first of joys, Society, cut off, is left alone
Amid this world of death. Day after day, Sad on the jutting eminence he sits,
And views the main that ever toils below; Still fondly forming in the farthest verge, Where the round ether mixes with the wave, Ships, dim-discover'd, dropping from the clouds. At ev'ning, to the setting sun he turns
A mournful eye, and down his dying heart Sinks helpless; while the wonted roar is up, And hiss continual, through the tedious night. Yet here, e'en here, into these black abodes Of monsters, unappall'd, from stooping Rome, And guilty Cæsar, liberty retir'd,
Her Cato following through Numidian wilds:
Disdainful of Campania's gentle plains, And all the green delights Ausonia pours; When for them she must bend the servile knee, And fawning take the splendid robber's boon.
Nor stop the terrors of those regions here. Commission'd demons oft, angels of wrath, Let loose the raging elements. Breath'd hot, From all the boundless furnace of the sky, And the wide-glitt'ring waste of burning sand, A suffocating wind the pilgrim smites With instant death. Patient of thirst and toil, Son of the desert, e'en the camel feels, Shot through his wither'd heart, the fiery blast. Or from the black-red ether, bursting broad, Sallies the sudden whirlwind. Straight the sands, Commov'd around, in gath'ring eddies play: Nearer and nearer still they dark'ning come; Till, with the gen'ral all-involving storm Swept up, the whole continuous wilds arise; And, by their noon-day fount dejected thrown, Qr sunk at night in sad disastrous sleep, Beneath descending hills, the caravan
Is buried deep, In Cairo's crowded streets
Th' impatient merchant, wond'ring, waits in vain, And Mecca saddens at the long delay.
But chief at sea, whose ev'ry flexile wave Obeys the blast, the aerial tumult swells. In the dread ocean, undulating wide, Beneath the radiant line that girts the globe, The circling Typhon,' whirl'd from point to point, Exhausting all the rage of all the sky,
And dire Ecnephia1 reign. Amid the heav'ns,
Falsely serene, deep in a cloudy speck
Compress'd, the mighty tempest orooding dwells: Of no regard, save to the skilful eye,
Fiery and foul, the small prognostic hangs Aloft, or on the promontory's brow
Musters its force. A faint deceitful calm,
A flutt'ring gale, the demon sends before, To tempt the spreading sail. Then down at once, Precipitant, descends a mingled mass
Of roaring winds, and flame, and rushing floods.
i Typhon and Ecnephia, names of particular storms or hurricanes, known only between the tropics.
k Called by sailors the Ox-eye, being in appearance at first no bigger.
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