A blacken'd corse, was struck the beauteous maid. Among the bending willows, falsely he
But who can paint the lover, as he stood, Of Musidora's cruelty complain’d.
Pierced by severe amazement, hating life, She felt his flame; but deep within her breast
Speechless, and fix'd in all the death of woe! In bashful coyness, or in maiden pride,
So, faint resemblance! on the marble tomb, The soft return conceal'd; save when it stole
The well-dissembled mourner stooping stands, In sidelong glances from her downcast eye,
For ever silent and for ever sad.

Or from her swelling soul in stifled sighs.
As from the face of Heaven the shatter'd clouds Touch'd by the scene, no stranger to his vows,
Tumultuous rove, the interminable sky He framed a melting lay, to try her heart;
Sublimer swells, and o'er the world expands And, if an infant passion struggled there,
A purer azure. Through the lighten'd air To call that passion forth. Thrice happy swain!
A higher lustre and a clearer calm,

A lucky chance that oft decides the fate Diffusive, tremble; while, as if in sign

Of mighty monarchs, then decided thine. Of danger past, a glittering robe of joy, For lo! conducted by the laughing Loves, Set off abundant by the yellow ray,

This cool retreat his Musidora sought: Invests the fields; and nature smiles revived. Warm in her cheek the sultry season glow'd;

'Tis beauty all, and grateful song around, And, robed in loose array, she came to bathe Join'd to the low of kine, and numerous bleat Her fervent limbs in the refreshing stream. Of flocks thick-nibbling through the clover'd vale. What shall he do? In sweet confusion lost, And shall the hymn be marr'd by thankless Man, And dubious flutterings, he a while remain'd: Most-favoured! who with voice articulate A pure ingenuous elegance of soul, Should lead the chorus of this lower world; A delicate refinement, known to few, Shall he, so soon forgetful of the Hand

Perplex'd his breast, and urged him to retire : That hush'd the thunder, and serenes the sky, But love forbade. Ye prudes in virtue, say, Extinguish'd feel that spark the tempest waked, Say, ye severest, what would you have done? That sense of powers exceeding far his own, Meantime, this fairer nymph than ever blest Ere yet his feeble heart has lost its fears? Arcadian stream, with timid eye around

Cheer'd by the milder beam, the sprightly youth The banks surveying, stripp'd her beauteous limbs, Speeds to the well-known pool, whose crystal depth To taste the lucid coolness of the flood. A sandy bottom shows. Awhile he stands Ah then! not Paris on the piny top Gazing the inverted landscape, half afraid Of Ida panted stronger, when aside To meditate the blue profound below;

The rival-goddesses the veil divine Then plunges headlong down the circling flood. Cast unconfined, and gave him all their charms, His ebon tresses, and his rosy cheek

Than, Damon, thou; as from the snowy leg, Instant emerge; and through the obedient wave, And slender foot, the inverted silk she drew; At each short breathing by his lip repell’d, As the soft touch dissolved the virgin zone: With arms and legs according well, he makes, And, through the parting robe, the alternate breast, As humour leads, an easy-winding path ; With youth wild-throbbing, on thy lawless gaze While, from his polish'd sides, a dewy light In full luxuriance rose. But, desperate youth Effuses on the pleased spectators round. How durst thou risk the soul-distracting view, This is the purest exercise of health,

As from her naked limbs of glowing white, The kind refresher of the summer-heats; Harmonious swell’d by Nature's finest hand, Nor when cold Winter keensthe brightening flood, In folds loose floating fell the fainter lawn; Would I weak-shivering linger on the brink. And fair exposed she stood, shrunk from herself, Thus life redoubles, and is oft preserved, With fancy blushing, at the doubtful breeze By the bold swimmer, in the swift elapse Alarm’d, and starting like the fearful fawn? Of accident disastrous. Hence the limbs Then to the flood she rush'd; the parted flood Knit into force; and the same Roman arm, Its lovely guest with closing waves received; That rose victorious o'er the conquer'd earth, And every beauty softening, every grace First learn’d, while tender, to subdue the wave. Flushing anew, a mellow lustre shed: Even from the body's purity the mind

As shines the lily through the crystal mild ; Receives a secret sympathetic aid.

Or as the rose amid the morning dew, Close in the covert of a hazel copse,

Fresh from Aurora's hand, more sweetly glows, Where, winded into pleasing solitudes,

While thus she wanton'd, now beneath the wave Runs out the rambling dale, young Damon sat, But ill-conceald; and now with streaming locks, Pensive, and pierc'd with love's delightful pangs. That half-embraced her in a humid veil, There to the stream that down the distant rocks Rising again, the latent Damon drew Hoarse-murmuring fell, and plaintive breeze that such maddening draughts of beauty to the soul, play'a

As for a while o'erwhelm'd his raptured thought


With luxury too daring. Check’d, at last, To whose exalting eye a fairer world,
By love's respectful modesty, he deem'd

Of which the vulgar never had a glimpse,
The theft profane, if aught profane to love Displays its charms; whose minds are richly
Can e'er be deem'd; and struggling from the fraught

With philosophic stores, superior light; With headlong hurry fled: but first these lines, And in whose breast, enthusiastic, burns Traced by his ready pencil, on the bank

Virtue, the sons of interest deem romance; With trembling hand he threw:- Bathe on, my Now call'd abroad enjoy the falling day: fair,

Now to the verdant Portico of woods, Yet unbeheld save by the sacred eye

To Nature's vast Lyceum forth they walk; Of faithful love: I go to guard thy haunt, By that kind School where no proud master To keep from thy recess each vagrant foot,

reigns, And each licentious eye.' With wild surprise, The full free converse of the friendly heart, As if to marble struck, devoid of sense,

Improving and improved. Now from the world, A stupid moment motionless she stood:

Sacred to sweet retirement, lovers steal, So stands the statue* that enchants the world, And pour their souls in transport, which the Sire So bending tries to veil the matchless boast, Of love approving hears, and calls it good. The mingled beauties of exulting Greece. Which way, Amanda, shall we bend our course ? Recovering, swift she flew to find those robes The choice perplexes. Wherefore should we Which blissful Eden knew not; and, array'd

choose ? In careless haste, the alarming paper snatch'd. All is the same with thee. Say, shall we wind But, when her Damon's well known hand she Along the streams? or walk the smiling mead? saw,

Or court the forest glades? or wander wild Her terrors vanish’d, and a softer train

Among the waving harvests? or ascend, Of mix'd emotions, hard to be described, While radiant Summer opens all its pride, Her sudden bosom seized: shame void of guilt, Thy hill, delightful Shene ?* Here let us sweep The charming blush of innocence, esteem, The boundless landscape: now the raptured eye, And admiration of her lover's flame,

Exulting swift, to huge Augusta send, By modesty exalted: e'en a sense

Now to the Sister-Hillst that skirt her plain, Of self-approving beauty stole across

To lofty Harrow now, and now to where Her busy thought. At length a tender calm Majestic Windsor lifts his princely brow. Hush'd by degrees the tumult of her soul; In lovely contrast to this gloriouš view And on the spreading beech, that o'er the stream Calmly magnificent, then will we turn Incumbent hung, she with the sylvan pen To where the silver Thames first rural grows. Of rural lovers this confession carved,

There let the feasted eye unwearied stray: Which soon her Damon kiss'd with weeping joy: Luxurious, there, rove through the pendant woods 'Dear youth! sole judge of what these verses That nodding hang o'er Harrington's retreat; mean,

And, stooping thence to Ham's embowering walks, By fortune too much favour'd, but by love, Beneath whose shades, in spotless peace retired, Alas! not favour'd less, be still as now

With Her the pleasing partner of his heart, Discreet: the time may come you need not fly.' The worthy Queensberry yet laments his Gay,

The sun has lost his rage: his downward orb And polish'd Cornbury woos the willing Muse, Shoots nothing now but animating warmth Slow let us trace the matchless vale of Thames; And vital lustre; that with various ray

Fair winding up to where the Muses haunt Lights up the clouds, those beauteous robes of In Twit'nam's bowers, and for their Pope imHeaven,

plore Incessant roll'd into romantic shapes,

The healing God;to royal Hampton's pile, The dream of waking fancy! broad below, To Clermont's terraced height, and Esher's Cover'd with ripening fruits, and swelling fast groves, Into the perfect year, the pregnant earth

Where in the sweetest solitude, embraced And all her tribes rejoice. Now the soft hour By the soft windings of the silent Mole, Of walking comes: for him who lonely loves From courts and senates Pelham finds repose. To seek the distant hills, and there converse Inchanting vale! beyond whate'er the Muse With Nature; there to harmonize his heart, Has of Achaia or Hesperia sung! And in pathetic song to breathe around The harmony to others. Social friends, Attuned to happy unison of soul;

* The old name of Richmond, signifying in Saxon, Shining, or Splendour.

Highgnte and Hampstead. * The Venus of Medici.

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O vale of bliss! O softly swelling hills! A dauntless soul erect, who smiled on death.
On which the Power of Cultivation lies, Frugal and wise, a Walsingham is thine,
And joys to see the wonders of his toil. A Drake, who made thee mistress of the deep,

Heavens! what a goodly prospect spreads around, And bore thy name in thunder round the world. Of hills, and dales, and woods, and lawns, and Then flamed thy spirit high: but who can speak spires,

The numerous worthies of the Maiden Reign? And glittering towns, and gilded streams, till all In Raleigh mark their every glory mix'd; The stretching landscape into smoke decays ! Raleigh, the scourge of Spain! whose breast with a Happy Britannia! where the Queen of Arts, The sage, the patriot, and the hero burn'd, Inspiring vigour, Liberty abroad

Nor sunk his vigour, when a coward-reign Walks, unconfined, even to thy farthest cots, The warrior fetter'd, and at last resigned, And scatters plenty with unsparing hand. To glut the vengeance of a vanquish'd foe.

Rich is thy soil, and merciful thy clime; Then active still and unrestrain'd, his mind Thy streams unfailing in the Summer's drought; Explored the vast extent of ages past, Unmatch'd thy guardian oaks; thy valleys float And with his prison-hours enrich'd the world; With golden waves: and on thy mountains flocks Yet found no times, in all the long research, Bleat numberless! while, roving round their sides, So glorious, or so base, as those he proved, Bellow the blackening herds in lusty droves. · In which he conquer'd, and in which he bled. Beneath, thy meadows glow, and rise unquell'd Nor can the Muse the gallant Sidney pass, Against the mower's scythe. On every hand The plume of war! with early laurels crown'd, Thy villas shine. Thy country teems with wealth; The lover's myrtle, and the poet's bay. And property assures it to the swain,

A Hampden too is thine, illustrious land, Pleased and unwearied, in his guarded toil. Wise, strenuous, firm, of unsubmitting soul,

Full are thy cities with the sons of Art; Who stemm'd the torrent of a downward age And trade and joy, in every busy street, To slavery prone, and bade thee rise again, Mingling are heard; e'en Drudgery himself, In all thy native pomp of freedom bold. As at the car he sweats, or dusty hews Bright, at his call, thy Age of Men effulged, The palace stone, looks gay. Thy crowded ports, Of Men on whom late time a kindling eye Where rising masts an endless prospect yield, Shall turn, and tyrants tremble while they read. With labour burn, and echo to the shouts Bring every sweetest flower, and let me strew Of hurried sailor, as he hearty waves

The grave where Russel lies; whose temper'd blood His last adieu, and loosening every sheet,

With calmest cheerfulness for the resign'd, Resigns the spreading vessel to the wind. Stain'd the sad annals of a giddy reign;

Bold, firm, and graceful are thy generous youth, Aiming at lawless power, though meanly sunk By hardship sinew'd, and by danger fired, In loose inglorious luxury. With him Scattering the nations where they go; and first His friend, the British Cassius,* fearless bled; Or on the listed plain, or stormy seas.

Of high determined spirit, roughly brave, Mild are thy glories too, as o'er the plans By ancient learning to the enlighten'd love Of thriving peace thy thoughtful sires preside; Of ancient freedom warm'd. Fair thy renown In genius, and substantial learning, high; In awful sages and in noble bards; For every virtue, every worth renown'd; Soon as the light of dawning Science spread Sincere, plain-hearted, hospitable, kind; Her orient ray, and waked the Muses' song. Yet like the mustering thunder when provoked,

Thine is a Bacon; hapless in his choice, The dread of tyrants, and the sole resource

Unfit to stand the civil storm of state, Of those that under grim oppression groan.

And through the smooth barbarity of courts, Thy sons of Glory many! Alfred thine, With firm but pliant virtue, forward still In whom the splendour of heroic war,

To urge his course: him for the studious shade And more heroic peace, when govern'd well,

Kind Nature form’d, deep, comprehensive, clear, Combine; whose hallow'd name the Virtues saint, Exact, and elegant: in one rich soul, And his own Muses love; the best of kings ! Plato, the Stagyrite, and Tully join'd. With him thy Edwards and thy Henries shine, The great deliverer he! who from the gloom Names dear to fame; the first who deep impress' Of cloister'd monks, and jargon-teaching schools On haughty Gaul the terror of thy arms, Let forth the true philosophy, there long That awes her genius still. In statesmen thou, Held in the magic chain of words and forms, And patriots, fertile. Thine a steady More, And definitions void: he led her forth, Who, with a generous though mistaken zeal, Daughter of Heaven! that slow-ascending still, Withstood a brutal tyrant's useful rage, Investigating sure the chain of things, Like Cato firm, like Aristides just, Like rigid Cincinnatus nobly poor,

Algernon Sidney.


With radiant finger points to Heaven again. On gentle deeds, and shedding tears through smiles;
The generous Ashley* thine, the friend of man; Undaunted Truth, and Dignity of mind:
Who scann'd his nature with a brother's eye, Courage composed, and keen: sound Temperance,
His weakness prompt to shade, to raise his aim, Healthful in heart and look; clear Chastity,
To touch the finer movements of the mind, With blushes reddening as she moves along,
And with the moral beauty charm the heart. Disorder'd at the deep regard she draws;
Why need I narae thy Boyle, whose pious search Rough Industry; Activity untired,
Amid the dark recesses of his works,

With copious life inform’d, and all awake:
The great Creator sought? And why thy Locke, While in the radiant front, superior shines
Who made the whole internal world his own? That first paternal virtue, Public Zeal;
Let Newton, pure intelligence, whom God Who throws o'er all an equal wide survey,
To mortals lent, to trace His boundless works And, ever musing on the common weal,
From laws sublimely simple, speak thy fame Still labours glorious with some great design.
In all philosophy. For lofty sense,

Low walks the sun, and broadens by degrees, Creative fancy, and inspection keen,

Just o'er the verge of day. The shifting clouds Through the deep windings of the human heart, Assembled gay, a richly gorgeous train, Is not wild Shakspeare thine and Nature's boast? In all their pomp attend his setting throne. Is not cach great, cach amiable Muse

Air, earth, and ocean, smile immense. And now, Of classic ages in thy Milton met ?

As if his weary chariot sought the bowers A genius universal as his theme;

Of Amphitritò, and her tending nymphs, Astonishing as chaos, as the bloom

(So Grecian fable sung) he dips his orb; Of blowing Eden fair, as Heaven sublime! Now half-immersed; and now a golden curve Nor shall my verse that elder bard forget, Gives one bright glance, then total disappears. The gentle Spenser, fancy's pleasing son; For ever running an enchanted round Who, like a copious river, pour d his song Passes the day, deceitful, vain, and void; O'er all the mazes of enchanted ground; As fleets the vision o'er the formful brain, Nor thee, his ancient master, laughing sage, This moment hurrying wild the impassion'd soul, Chaucer, whose native manners-painting verse, The next in nothing lost. 'Tis so to him, Well moralised, shines through the gothic cloud The dreamer of this earth, an idle blank: Of time and language o'er thy genius thrown. A sight of horror to the cruel wretch,

May my song soften as thy daughters I, Who all day long in sordid pleasure roll'd, Britannia, hail! for beauty is their own,

Himself a useless load, has squander'd vile, The feeling heart, simplicity of life,

Upon his scoundrel train, what might have cheer'd And elegance and taste: the faultless form, A drooping family of modest worth. Shaped by the hand of harmony; the cheek, But to the generous still-improving mind, Where the live crimson, through the native white That gives the hopeless heart to sing for joy, Soft-shooting, o'er the face ditluses bloom, Diffusing kind beneficence around, And every nameless grace; the parted lip, Boastless, as now descends the silent dew; Like the red rose bud moist with morning dew, To him the long review of order'd life Breathing delight; and, under flowing jet, Is inward rapture, only to be felt. Or sunny ringlets, or of circling brown,

Confess'd from yonder slow-extinguish'd clouds, The neck slight-shaded, and the swelling breast; All ether softening, sober Evening takes The look resistless, piercing to the soul, Her wonted station in the middle air; And by the soul inform'd, when dress'd in love A thousand shadows at her beck. First this She sits high smiling in the conscious eye. She sends on earth; then that of deeper dye

Island of bliss! amid the subject seas, Steals soft behind; and then a deeper still, That thunder round thy rocky coast, set up, In circle following circle, gathers round, At once the wonder, terror, and delight To close the face of things. A fresher gale Of distant nations; whose remotest shores Begins to wave the wood, and stir the stream, Can soon be shaken by thy naval arm; Sweeping with shadowy gust the fields of corn; Not to be shook thyself, but all assaults

While the quail clamours for his running mate. Baffling, as thy hoar cliffs the loud sea-wave. Wide o'er the thistly lawn, as swells the breeze,

O Thou! by whose Almighty nod the scale A whitening shower of vegetable down Of empire rises, or alternate falls,

Amusive floats. The kind impartial care Send forth the saving Virtues round the land, Of Nature nought disdains: thoughtful to feed In bright patrol: white Peace and social Love; Her lowest sons, and clothe the coming year, The tender-looking Charity, intent

From field to field the feather'd seed she wings.

His folded flock secure, the shepherd home Anthony Ashley Cooper, Earl of Shaftesbury. Hies, merry-hearted; and by turns relieves

The ruddy milk-maid of her brimming pail; They see the blazing wonder rise anew,
The beauty whom perhaps his witless heart, In seeming terror clad, but kindly bent
Unknowing what the joy-mix'd anguish means, To work the will of all-sustaining Love:
Sincerely loves, by that best language shown From his huge vapoury train perhaps to shake
Of cordial glances, and obliging deeds.

Reviving moisture on the numerous orbs,
Onward they pass, o'er many a panting height, Through which his long ellipsis wind; perhaps
And valley sunk, and unfrequented; where To lend new fuel to declining surs,
At fall of eve the fairy people throng,

To light up worlds, and feed the eternal fire. In various game, and revelry, to pass

With thee, serene Philosophy, with thee, The summer night, as village stories tell. And thy bright garland, let me crown my song! But far about they wander from the grave Effusive source of evidence, and truth! Of him, whom his ungentle fortune urged A lustre shedding o'er the ennobled mind, Against his own sad breast to lift the hand Stronger than summer-noon; and pure as that, Of impious violence. The lonely tower Whose mild vibrations sooth the parted soul, Is also shunn'd; whose mournful chambers hold, New to the dawning of celestial day. So night-struck Fancy dreams, the yelling ghost. Hence through her nourish'd powers, enlarged by

Among the crooked lanes, on every hedge, thee, The glow-worm lights his gem; and through the She springs aloft, with elevated pride, dark

Above the tangling mass of low desires, A moving radiance twinkles. Evening yields That bind the fluttering crowd; and, angelThe world to Night; not in her winter-robe wing'd, Of massy stygian woof, but loose array'd The heights of science and of virtue gains, In mantle dun. A faint erroneous ray,

Where all is calm and clear; with Nature round, Glanced from the imperfect surfaces of things, Or in the starry regions, or the abyss, Flings half an image on the straining eye; To Reason's and to Fancy's eye display'd: While wavering woods, and villages, and streams, The First up-tracing, from the dreary void, And rocks, and mountain-tops, that long retain's The chain of causes and effects to Him, The ascending gleam, are all one swimming scene, The world-producing Essence, who alone Uncertain if beheld. Sudden to Heaven Possesses being; while the Last receives Thence weary vision turns; where, leading soft The whole magnificence of heaven and earth, The silent hours of love, with purest ray And every beauty, delicate or bold, Sweet Venus shines; and from her genial rise, Obvious or more remote, with livelier sense, When day-light sickens till it springs afresh, Diffusive painted on the rapid mind. Unrival'd reigns the fairest lamp of Night. Tutor'd by thee, hence Poetry exalts As thus the effulgence tremulous I drink, Her voice to ages; and informs the page With cherish'd gaze, the lambent lightnings shoot With music, image, sentiment, and thought, Across the sky; or horizontal dart

Never to die! the treasure of mankind! In wondrous shapes: by fearful murmuring Their highest honour, and their truest joy! crowds

Without thee what were unenlightened Man? Portentous deem'd. Amid the radiant orbs, A savage roaming through the woods and wilds, That more than deck, that animate the sky, In quest of prey; and with the unfashion'd fur The life-infusing suns of other worlds :

Rough-clad; devoid of every finer art, Lo! from the dread immensity of space

And elegance of life. Nor happiness Returning, with accelerated course,

Domestic, mix'd of tenderness and care, The rushing comet to the sun descends ; Nor moral excellence, nor social bliss, And as he sinks below the shading earth, Nor guardian law were his; nor various skill With awful train projected o'er the heavens, To turn the furrow, or to guide the tool The guilty nations tremble. But, above Mechanic; nor the heaven-conducted prow Those superstitious horrors that enslave

Of navigation bold, that fearless braves The fond sequacious herd, to mystic faith The burning line or dares the wintry pole; And blind amazement prone, the enlighten'd few, Mother severe of infinite delights! Whose godlike minds philosophy exalts, Nothing, save rapine, indolence, and guile, The glorious stranger hail. They feel a joy And woes on woes, a still-revolving train! Divinely great; they in their powers exult, Whose horrid circle had made human life That wondrous force of thought, which mounting Than non-existence worse : but, taught by thee, spurns

Ours are the plans of policy and peace; This dusky spot, and measures all the sky; To live like brothers, and conjunctive all While, from his far excursion through the wilds Embellish life. While thus laborious crowds Of barren ether, faithful to his time,

Ply the tough oar, Philosophy directs

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