Shine out; there only reach their proper use. Determined, and possessing it at last
But man, associated and leagued with man With transports, such as favoured lovers feel,
By regal warrant, or self-joined by bond I studied, prized, and wished that I had known
For interest sake, or swarming into clans

ingenious Cowley! and, though now reclaimed Beneath one head, for purposes of war,

By modern lights from an erroneous taste, Like flowers selected from the rest, and bound I can not but lament thy splendid wit And bundled close to fill some crowded vase, Entangled in the cobwebs of the schools. Fades rapidly, and, by compression marred, I still revere thee, courtly though retired! Contracts defilement not to be endured.

Though stretched at ease in Chertsey's silent Hence chartered boroughs are such public plagues; bowers, And burghers, men immaculate perhaps Not unemployed; and finding rich amends In all their private functions, once combined, Fora lost world in solitude and verse. Become a loathsome body, only fit

'Tis born with all: the love of Nature's works For dissolution, hurtful to the main.

Is an ingredient in the compound man Hence merchants, unimpeachable of sin. Infused at the creation of the kind. Against the charities of domestic life,

And, though th' Almighty Maker has throughout Incorporated, seem at once to lose

Discriminated each from each, by strokes
Their nature; and, disclaiming all regard And touches of his hand, with so much art
For mercy and the common rights of man, Diversified, that two were never found
Build factories with blood, conducting trade Twins at all points-yet this obtains in all,
At the sword's point, and dying the white robe That all discern a beauty in his works,
Of innocent cornmercial Justice red.

And all can taste them: minds that have been Hence too the field of glory, as the world

formed Misdeems it, dazzled by its bright array,

And tutored with a relish more exact, With all its majesty of thundering pomp, But none without some relish, none unmoved. Enchanting music and immortal wreaths, It is a flame, that dies not even there, Is but a school, where thoughtlessness is taught Where nothing feeds it: neither business, crowds, On principle, where foppery atones

Nor habits of luxurious city life, For folly, gallantry for every vice.

Whatever else they smother of true worth But slighted as it is, and by the great In human bosoms, quench it or abate. Abandoned, and, which still I more regret, The villas with which London stands begirt, Infected with the manners and the modes Like a swarth Indian, with his belt of beads, It knew not once, the country wins me still. Prove it. A breath of unadulterate air, I never framed a wish, or formed a plan, The glimpse of a green pasture, how they cheer That flattered me with hopes of earthly bliss, The citizen, and brace his languid frame! But there I laid the scene. There early strayed E'en in the stifling bosom of the town, ** My fancy, ere yet liberty of choice

A garden, in which nothing thrives, has charms Had found me, or the hope of being free. That soothe the rich possessor; much consoled, My very dreams were rural; rural too

That here and there some sprigs of mournful mint, The first-born efforts of my youthful muse, Of nightshade, or valerian, grace the well Sportive and jingling her poetic bells,

He cultivates. These serve him with a hint, Ere yet her ear was mistress of their powers. That nature lives; that sight-refreshing green No bard could please me but whose lyre was Is still the livery she delights to wear, tuned

Though sickly samples of th' exuberant whole To Nature's praises. Heroes and their feats What are the casements lined with creeping herbs, Fatigued me, never weary of the pipe

The prouder sashes fronted with a range Of Tityrus, assembling, as he sang,

Of orange, myrtle, or the fragrant weed, The rustic throng beneath his favourite beech. The Frenchman's darling ?* are they not all proofs, Then Milton had indeed a poet's charms: That man, immured in cities, still retains New to my taste his Paradise surpassed His inborn inextinguishable thirst The struggling efforts of my boyish tongue Of rural scenes, compensating his loss To speak its excellence. I danced for joy. By supplemental shifts, the best he may ? I marvelled much, that, at so ripe an age

The most unfurnished with the means of life, As twice seven years, his beauties had then first And they, that never pass their brick-wall bounds, Engaged my wonder; and admiring still, To range the fields, and treat their lungs with air, And still admiring, with regret supposed Yet feel the burning instinct: over head The joy half lost, because not sooner found. Suspend their crazy boxes, planted thick There too enamoured of the life I loved, Pathetic in its praise, in its pursuit



And watered duly. There the pitcher stands Some must be great. Great offices will have
A fragment, and the spoutless tea-pot there; Great talents. And God gives to every man
Sad witnesses how close-pent man regrets The virtue, temper, understanding, taste,
The country, with what ardour he contrives That lifts him into life, and lets him fall
A peep at Nature, when he can no more. Just in the niche he was ordained to fill.

To the deliverer of an injured land
Hail, therefore, patroness of health and ease, He gives a tongue ť enlarge upon, a heart
And contemplation, heart consoling joys, To feel, and courage to redress her wrongs;
And harmless pleasures, in the thronged abode To monarchs dignity; to judges sense ;
Of multitudes unknown; hail, rural life! To artists ingenuity and skill;
Address himself who will to the pursuit To me, an unambitious mind, content
Of honours, or emolument, or fame;

In the low vale of life, that early felt
I shall not add myself to such a chase,


A wish for ease and leisure, and ere long Thwart his attempts, or envy his success. Found here that leisure, and that ease I wished.



ARGUMENT. A frosty morning.-The foddering of cattle. The woodman and his dog. The poultry.-Whimsical effects of frost at a waterfall — The empresy of Russia's palace of ice. -Amusements of monarchs. - War, one of them. - Wars, whence. And whence monarchy-The evils of it.-English and French loyalty contrasted. The Bastile, and a prisoner there. -Liberty the chief recommendation of this country: Modern patriotism questionable, and why. - The perishable nature of the best human institutions. - Spiritual liberty not perishable. The slavish

state of man by nature. ---Deliver

him, Deist, if you can. -Grace must do it. The respective merits

of patriots
and marı yrs stated. Their

different treatment.-Happy freedom of the man whom grace makes free.- His relish of the works

of God. --Address to the Creator. 'Tis morning; and the sun, with ruddy orb Their wonted fodder; not like hungering man, Ascending, fires th' horizon ; while the clouds, Fretful if unsupplied; but silent, meek, That crowd away before the driving wind, And patient of the slow paced swain's delay. More ardent as the disk emerges more,

He from the stack carves out th' accustomed load, Resemble most some city in a blaze,

Deep-plunging, and again deep-plunging oft, Seen through the leafless wood. His slanting ray His broad keen knife into the solid mass; Slides ineffectual down the snowy vale, Smooth as a wall the upright remnant stands, And, tinging all with his own rosy hue, With such undeviating and even force From every herb and every 'spiry blade

He severs it away: no needless care, Stretches a length of shadow o'er the field. Lest storms should overset the leaning pile Mine, spindling into longitude immense, Deciduous, or its own unbalanced weight. In spite of gravity, and sage remark

Forth goes the woodman, leaving unconcerned That I myself am but a fleeting shade, The cheerful haunts of man; to wield the axe, Provokes me to a smile. With eye askance And drive the wedge, in yonder forest drear, I view the muscular proportioned limb

From morn to eve his solitary task. Transformed to a lean shank. . The shapeless pait, Shaggy, and lean, and shrewd, with pointed ears, As they designed to mock me, at my side And tail cropped short, half lurcher and half cur Take step for step; and, as I near approach His dog attends him. Close behind his heel The cottage, walk along the plastered wall, Now creeps he slow; and now, with many a frisk Preposterous sight! the legs without the man. Wide-scampering, snatches up the drifted snow The verdure of the plain lies buried deep With ivory teeth, or ploughs it with his snoùt ; Beneath the dazzling deluge; and the bents, Then shakes his powdered coat, and barks for joy. And coarser grass, upspearing o'er the rest, Heedless of all his pranks, the sturdy churl Of late unsightly and unseen, now shine Moves right toward the mark; nor stops for aught Conspicuous, and in bright apparel clad, But now and then with pressure of his thumb And, fledged with icy feathers, not superb. T' adjust the fragrant charge of a short tube, The cattle mourn in corners, where the fence That fumes beneath his nose; the trailing cloud Screens them, and seem half petrified to sleep Streams far behind him, scenting all the air. In unrecumbent sadness. There they wait Now from the roots, or from the neighbouring pale,

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Where, diligent to catch the first faint gleam Shoot into pillars of pellucid length,
Of smiling day, they gossip'd side by side, And prop the pile they but adorned before.
Come trooping at the housewife's well-known call Here grotlo within grotto safe defies
The feathered tribes domestic. Half on wing, The sunbeam; there, embossed and fretted wild,
And half on foot, they brush the fleecy flood, The growing wonder takes a thousand shapes
Conscious and fearful of too deep a plunge. Capricious, in which fancy seeks in vain
The sparrows peep, and quit the sheltering eaves, The likeness of some object seen before.
To seize the fair occasion; well they eye Thus Nature works as if to mock at Art,
The scattered grain, and thievishly resolved

And in defiance of her rival powers;
T escape th' impending famine, often scared By these fortuitous and random strokes
As oft return, a pert voracious kind.

Performing such inimitable feats,
Clean riddance quickly made, one only care As she with all her rules can never reach.
Remains to each, the

search of sunny nook, Less worthy of applause, though more admired, Or shed impervious to the blast. Resigned Because a novelty, the work of man, To sad necessity, the cock foregoes

Imperial mistress of the fur-clad Russ, His wonted strut; and wading at their head Thy most magnificent and mighty freak, With well-considered steps, seeins to resent The wonder of the North. No forest fell, His altered gait and stateliness retrenched. When thou wouldst build; no quarry sent his How find the myriads, that in summer cheer

The hills and valleys with their ceaseless songs, T' enrich thy walls: but thou didst hew the floods,
Due sustenance, or where subsist they now? And make thy marble of the glassy wave.
Earth yields them nought: th' imprisoned worm is In such a palace Aristwus found

Cyrene, when he bore the plaintiff tale
Beneath the frozen clod; all seeds of herbs Of his lost bees to her maternal ear;
Lie covered close ; and berry-bearing thorns, In such a palace Poetry might place
That feed the thrush, (whatever some suppose) The armory of Winter; where his troops,
Afford the smaller minstrels no supply.

The gloomy clouds, find weapons, arrowy sleet, The long protracted rigour of the year

Skin-piercing volley, blossom-bruising hail, Thins all their numerous flocks. In chinks and And snow, that often blinds the traveller's course, holes

And wraps him in an unexpected toñb Ten thousand seek an unmolested end,

Silently as a dream the fabric rose; As instinct prompts; self-buried ere they die. No sound of hammer or of saw was there: The very rooks and daws forsake the fields, Ice upon ice, the well-adjusted parts Where neither grub, nor root, nor earth-nut, now Were soon conjoined, nor other cement asked Repays their labour more; and perched aloft Than water interfused to make them one. By the wayside, or stalking in the path. Lamps gracefully disposed, and of all hues, Lean pensioners upon the traveller's track, Illumined every side: a watery light Pick up their nauseous dole, though sweet to them, Gleamed through the clear transparency, that Of voided pulse or half-digested grain.

seemed The streams are lost amid the splendid blank, Another moon new risen, or meteor fallen O'erwhelming all distinction. On the flood, From Heaven to Earth, of lambent flame serene. Indurated and fixed, the snowy weight

So stood the brittle prodigy; though smooth Lies undissolved; while silently beneath, And slippery the materials, yet frost-bound And unperceived, the current steals away. Firm as a rock. Nor wanted aught within, Not so where, scornful of a check, it leaps That royal residence might well befit

, The mill-dam, dashes on the restless wheel, For grandeur or for use. Long wavy wreaths And wantons in the pebbly gulf below: Of flowers that feared no enemy but warmth, No frost can bind it there; its utmost force. Blushed on the pannels. Mirror needed none Can but arrest the light and smoky mist, Where all was vitreous; but in order due That in its fall the liquid sheet throws wide. Convivial table and commodious seat And see where it has hung the embroidered banks (What seemed at least commodious seat) were With forms so various, that no powers of art, there; The pencil or the pen, may trace the scene! Sofa, and couch, and high-built throne august. Here glittering turrets rise, upbearing high The same lubricity was found in all. (Fantastic misarrangement !) on the roof And all was moist to the warm touch ; a scene Large growth of what may seem the sparkling Of evanescent glory, once a stream, trees

And soon to slide into a stream again. And shrubs of fairy land. The crystal drops, Alas! 'twas but a mortifying stroke That trickle down the branches, fast congealed, of undeserved severity that glanced

(Made by a monarch) on her own estate, T'improve and cultivate their just demesne, On human grandeur and the courts of kings. Made others covet what they saw so fair. 'Twas transient in its nature, as in show Thus war began on earth: these fought for spoil, 'Twas durable; as worthless as it seemed And those in self-defence. Savage at first Intrinsically precious; to the foot

The onset, and irregular. At length Treacherous and false; it smiled, and it was One eminent above the rest for strength, cold.

For stratagem, for courage, or for all, Great princes have great playthings. Some Was chosen leader; him they served in war, have played

And him in peace, for sake of warlike deeds At hewing mountains into men, and some Reverenced no less. Who could with him comAt building human wonders mountain high.

pare? Some have amused the dull, sad years of life, Or who so worthy to control themselves, (Life spent in indolence, and therefore sad) As he, whose prowess had subdued their foes? With schemes of monumental fame; and sought Thus war, affording field for the display By pyramids and mausolean pomp,

Of virtue, made one chief, whom times of peace, Short-lived themselves, t' immortalize their bones. Which have their exigencies too, and call Some seek diversion in the tented field,

For skill in government, at length made king. And make the sorrows of mankind their sport. King was a name too proud for man to wear But war's a game, which, were their subjects with modesty and meekness; and the crown, wise,

So dazzling in their eyes, who set it on,
Kings would not play at. Nations would do well Was sure t'intoxicate the brows it bound.
Textort their truncheons from the puny hands It is the abject property of most,
Of heroes, whose infirm and baby minds That, being parcel of the common mass,
Are gratified with mischief; and who spoil, And destitute of means to raise themselves,
Because men suffer it, their toy the world. They sink, and settle lower than they need.

When Babel was confounded, and the great They know not what it is to feel within
Confederacy of projectors wild and vain A comprehensive faculty, that grasps
Was split into diversity of tongues,

Great purposes with ease, that turns and wields, Then, as a shepherd separates his flock, Almost without an effort, plans too vast These to the upland, to the valley those, For their conception, which they can not move. God drave asunder, and assigned their lot Conscious of impotence they soon grow drunk To all the nations. Ample was the boon With gazing, when they see an able man He gave them, in his distribution fair

Step forth to notice: and, besotted thus, And equal; and he bade them dwell in peace. Build him a pedestal, and say, “Stand there, Peace was awhile their care: they ploughed and And be our admiration and our praise." sowed,

They roll themselves before him in the dust,
And reaped their plenty without grudge or strife. Then most deserving, in their own account,
But violence can never longer sleep,

When most extravagant in his applause,
Than human passions please. In every heart Asif exalting him they raised themselves.
Are sown the sparks, that kindle fiery war: Thus by degrees, self-cheated of their sound
Occasion needs but fan them, and they blaze. And sober judgment, that he is but man,
Cain had already shed a brother's blood: They demi-deify and fume him so,
The deluge washed it out; but left unquenched That in due season he forgets it too.
The seeds of murder in the breast of man. Inflated and astrut with self-conceit,
Soon by a righteous judgment in the line He gulps the windy diet; and ere long,
Of his descending progeny was found

Adopting their mistake, profoundly thinks
The first artificer of death; the shrewd

The world was made in vain, if not for him. Contriver, who first sweated at the forge, Thenceforth they are his cattle; drudges, born And forced the blunt and yet unbloodied steel To bear his burthens, drawing in his gears, To a keen edge, and made it bright for war. And sweating in his service, his caprice Him Tubal named, the Vulcan of old times, Becomes the soul that animates them all. The sword and falchion their inventor claim; He deems a thousand, or ten thousand, lives, And the first smith was the first murderer's son. Spent in the purchase of renown for him, His art survived the waters; and ere long, An easy reckoning; and they think the same. When man was multiplied and spread abroad Thus kings were first invented, and thus kings In tribes and clans, and had begun to call Were burnished into heroes, and became These meadows, and that range of hills his own, The arbiters of this terraqueous swamp; The tasted sweets of property begat

Storks among frogs, that have but croaked and Desire of more, and industry in some,


Strange, that such folly, as lifts bloated man Beyond that mark is treason. He is ours,
To eminence fit only for a god,

T'administer, to guard, t' adorn the state,
Should ever drivel out of human lips,

But not to warp or change it. We are his, E'en in the cradled weakness of the world! To serve him nobly in the common cause, Still stranger much, that when at length man- True to the death, but not to be his slaves. kind

Mark now the difference, ye that boast your love
Had reached the sinewy firmness of their youth, Ofķings, between your loyalty and ours.
And could discriminate and argue well

We love the man, the paltry pageant you:
On subjects more mysterious, they were yet We the chief patron of the commonwealth,
Babes in the cause of freedom, and should fear You the regardless author of its woes:.
And quake before the gods themselves had made; We for the sake of liberty a king,
But above measure strange, that neither proof You chains and bondage for a tyrant's sake.
Of sad experience, nor example set

Our love is principle, and has its root
By some, whose patriot virtue has prevailed, In reason, is judicious, manly, free;
Can even now, when they are grown mature Yours, a blind instinct, crouches to the rod,
In wisdom, and with philosophic deeds

And licks the foot that treads it in the dust.
Familiar, serve t'emancipate the rest!

Were kingship as true treasure as it seems,
Such dupes are men to custom, and so prone Sterling and worthy of a wise man's wish,
To reverence what is ancient, and can plead I would not be a king to be beloved
A course of long observance for its use, Causeless, and daubed with undiscerning praise,
That even servitude, the worst of ills,

Where love is mere attachment to the throne,
Because delivered down from sire to son, Not to the man, who fills it as he ought.
Is kept and guarded as a sacred thing.

Whose freedom is by sufferance, and at will But is it fit, or can it bear the shock

Of a superior, he is never free. Of rational discussion, that a man,

Who lives, and is not weary of a life Compounded and made up like other men Exposed to manacles, deserves them well. Of elements tumultuous, in whom lust

The state, that strives for liberty, though foiled, And folly in as ample measure meet,

And forced t abandon what she bravely sought, As in the bosoms of the slaves he rules,

Deserves at least applause for her attempt Should be a despot absolute, and boast

And pity for her loss. But that's a cause Himself the only freeman of his land?

Not often unsuccessful: power usurped Should, when he pleases, and on whom he will, Is weakness when opposed; conscious of wrong, Wage war, with any or with no pretence 'Tis pusillanimous and prone to flight. Of provocation given, or wrong sustained, But slaves, that once conceive the glowing thought And force the beggarly last doit by means Of freedom, in that hope itself possess That his own humour dictates, from the clutch All that the contest calls for; spirit, strength, Of Poverty, that thus he may procure

The scorn of danger, and united hearts; His thousands, weary of penurious life,

The surest presage of the good they seek.* A splendid opportunity to die?

Then shame to manhood, and opprobrious more Say ye, who (with less prudence than of old To France than all her losses and defeats, Jotham ascribed to his assembling trees

Old or of later date, by sea or land, In politic convention) put your trust

Her house of bondage, worse than that of old I'th' shadow of a bramble, and reclined

Which God avenged on Pharaoh—the Bastille.
In fancied peace beneath his dangerous branch, Ye horrid towers, the abode of broken hearts;
Rejoice in him; and celebrate his sway, Ye dungeons and ye cages of despair,
Where find ye passive fortitude ? Whence springs That monarchs have supplied from age to age
Your self-denying zeal, that holds it good, With music, such as suits their sovereign ears,
To stroke the prickly grievance, and to hang The sighs and groans of miserable men!
His thorns with streamers of continual praise ? There's not an English heart that would not leap
We too are friends to loyalty. We love To hear that ye were fallen at last; to know
The king, who loves the law, respects his bounds That e'en our enemies, so oft employed
And reigns content within them: him we serve In forging chains for us, themselves were free.
Freely and with delight, who leaves us free: For he, who values Liberty, confines
But recollecting still, that he is man,

His zeal for her predominance within
We trust him not too far. King though he be,
And king in England too, he may be weak,

• The author hopes, that he shall not be censured for unde

cessary warmth upon so interesting a subject. He is arare, And vain enough to be ambitious still;

that it is become almost fashionable to stigmatize such sentiMay exercise amiss his proper powers,

ments as no better than empty declamation; but it is an in Or covet more than freemen choose to grant: symptom, and peculiar to modern times.

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