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The blights of envy, of those insect-clouds, Till moral, public, gracefui action crowns
That, blasting merit, often cover courts :

The whole. Behold! the fair contention glows,
Nay, should, perchance, some kind Mæcenas aid In all that mind or body can adorn,
The doubtful beamings of his prince's soul, And form to life. Instead of barren heads,
His wavering ardor fix, and unconfin'd

Barbarian pedants, wrangling sons of pride,
Diffuse his warm beneficence around;

And truth-perplexing metaphysic wits,
Yet death, at last, and wintry tyrants come, Men, patriots, chiefs, and citizens are form'd.
Each sprig of genius killing at the root.

"Lo! Justice, like the liberal light of Heaven, But when with me imperial bounty joins,

Unpurchas'd shines on all, and from her beam, Wide o'er the public blows eternal Spring : Appalling guilt, retire the savage crew, Whilo mingled Autumn every harvest pours That prowl amid the darkness they themselves Of every land : whate'er invention, art,

Have thrown around the laws. Oppression grieves: Creating toil and Nature can produce."

See! how her legal furies bite the lip. Here ceas'd the goddess; and her ardent wings, While Yorks and Talbots their deep snares detect, Dipt in the colors of the heavenly bow,

And seize swift justice through the clouds they raise. Stood waving radiance round, for sudden flight “See! social Labor lifts his guarded head, Prepar'd, when thus, impatient, burst my prayer. And men not yield to government in vain. “Oh, forming light of life! O, better Sun!

From the sure land is rooted ruffian force, Sun of mankind! by whom the cloudy north, And, the lewd nurse of villains, idle waste; (bowl, Sublim'd, not envies Languedocian skies,

| Lo! raz'd their haunts, down dash'd their maddening That, unstain'd ether all, diffusive smile :

A nation's poison! beauteous order reigns!
When shall we call these ancient laurels ours? Manly submission, unimposing toil,
And when thy work complete ?" Straight with her Trade without guile, civility that marks
hand,

From the foul herd of brutal slaves thy sons, Celestial red, she touch'd my darken'd eyes. And fearless peace. Or should affronting war As at the touch of day the shades dissolve,

To slow but dreadful vengeance rouse the just, So quick, methought, the misty circle clear'd, Unfailing fields of freemen I behold! That dims the dawn of being here below:

That know, with their own proper arm, to guard The future shone disclos'd, and, in long view, Their own blest isle against a leaguing world. Bright rising eras instant rush'd to light.

Despairing Gaul her boiling youth restrains, “ They come! great goddess ! I the times behold! Dissoly'd her dream of universal sway: The times our fathers, in the bloody field,

The winds and seas are Britain's wide domain ; Have earn'd so dear, and, not with less renown, And not a sail, but by permission, spreads. In the warm struggles of the Senate fight.

"Lo! swarming southward on rejoicing sons, The times I see! whose glory to supply,

Gay colonies extend; the calm retreat For toiling ages, commerce round the world Of undeserv'd distress, the better home Has wing'd unnumber'd sails, and from each land for those whom bigots chase from foreign lands, Materials heap'd, that, well-employ'd, with Rome Not built on rapine, servitude, and woe, Might vie our grandeur, and with Greece our art. And in their turn some petty tyrant's prey ;

"Lo! princes I behold! contriving still, But, bound by social freedom, firm they rise; And still conducting firm some brave design; Such as, of late, an Oglethorpe has form’d, Kings! that the narrow joyless circle scorn, And, crowding round, the charm'd Savannah sees. Burst the blockade of false designing men,

• " Horrid with want and misery, no more Of treacherous smiles, of adulation fell,

Our streets the tender passenger afflict. And of the blinding clouds around them thrown: Nor shivering age, nor sickness without friend, Their court rejoicing millions; worth alone, Or home, or bed to bear his burning load, And virtue dear to them; their best delight, Nor agonizing infant, that ne'er earn'd In just proportion to give general joy :

Its guiltless pangs, I see! The stores, profuse, Their jealous care thy kingdom to maintain; Which British bounty has to these assign'd, The public glory theirs; unsparing love

No more the sacrilegious riot swell Their endless treasure; and their deeds their praise. Of cannibal devourers! Right applied, With thee they work. Nought can resist your force: No starving wretch the land of freedom stains. Life feels it quickening in her dark retreats; If poor, employment finds; if old, demands; Strong spread the blooms of genius, science, art; If sick, if maim'd, his miserable due; His bashful bounds disclosing merit breaks ; And will, if young, repay the fondest care. And, big with fruits of glory, virtue blows

Sweet sets the sun of stormy life, and sweet Expansive o'er the land. Another race

The morning shines, in mercy's dews array'd. Of generous youth, of patriot-sires, I see!

Lo! how they rise! these families of Heaven! Not those vain insects fluttering in the blaze That!* chief, (but why-ye bigots !-why so lato ?) Of court, and ball, and play; those venal souls, Where blooms and warbles glad a rising age : Corruption's veteran unrelenting bands,

What smiles of praise ! and while their song ascends, That, to their vices slaves, can ne'er be free. | The listening seraph lays his lute aside.

" I see the fountain's purg'd; whence life derives “Hark! the gay Muses raise a nobler strain,
A clear or turbid flow; see the young mind With active nature, warm impassion'd truth,
Not fed impure by chance, by flattery foolid, Engaging fable, lucid order, notes
Or by scholastic jargon bloated proud,

Of various string, and heart-felt image fillid.
But fill'd and nourish'd by the light of truth. Behold! I see the dread delightful school
Then, beam'd through fancy the refining ray, Of temper'd passions, and of polish'd life,
And pouring on the heart, the passions feel
At once informing light and moving flame;

* An hospital for foundlings.

Restor'd: behold! the well-dissembled scene

Oh! if thou hover’st round my walk, Calls from embellish'd eyes the lovely tear,

While under every well-known tree, Or lights up mirth in modest cheeks again.

I to thy fancied shadow talk,
Lo! vanish'd monster-land. Lo! driven away

And every tear is full of thee;
Those that Apollo's sacred walls profane;
Their wild creation scatter'd, where a world,

Should then the weary eye of grief, Unknown to Nature, chaos more confus'd,

Beside some sympathetic stream, O'er the brute scene its ouran-outangs * pours;

In slumber find a short relief, Detested forms! that, on the mind imprest,

O visit thou my soothing dream! Corrupt, confound, and barbarize an age.

“Behold! all thine again the sister-arts, Thy graces they, knit in harmonious dance. Nurs'd by the treasure from a nation drain'd

THE HAPPY MAN. Their works to purchase, they to nobler rouse

HE's not the Happy Man, to whom is given Their untam'd genius, their unfetter'd thought;

A plenteous fortune by indulgent Heaven; Of pompous tyrants, and of dreaming monks,

Whose gilded roofs on shining columns rise, The gaudy tools, and prisoners, no more.

And painted walls enchant the gazer's eyes; “Lo! numerous domes a Burlington confess :

Whose table flows with hospitable cheer, For kings and senates fit, the palace see!

And all the various bounty of the year; The temple breathing a religious awe;

Whose valleys smile, whose gardens breathe the Ev'n fram'd with elegance the plain retreat,

Spring, The private dwelling. Certain in his aim,

Whose carved mountains bleat, and forests sing; Taste, never idly working, saves expense.

For whom the cooling shade in Summer twwes. “See! Sylvan scenes, where, Art, alone, pretends

While his full cellars give their generous wines; To dress her mistress, and disclose her charms:

From whose wide fields unbounded Autumn pois Such as a Pope in miniature has shown;

A golden tide into his swelling stores: A Bathurst o'er the widening forestt spreads;

Whose Winter laughs; for whom the liberal gales And such as form a Richmond, Chiswick, Stowe.

Stretch the big sheet, and toiling commerce sul; “August, around, what public works I see!

When yielding crowds attend, and pleasure server, Lo! stately streets, lo! squares that court the breeze,

e. While youth, and health, and vigor string his neres In spite of those to whom pertains the care,

Ev'n not at all these, in one rich lot combind. Ingulfing more than founded Roman ways.

Can make the Happy Man, without the mind; Lo! ray'd from cities o'er the brighten'd land,

Where Judgment sits clear-sighted, and surveys Connecting sea to sea, the solid road.

The chain of Reason with unerring gaze ; Lo! the proud arch (no vile exactor's stand)

Where Fancy lives, and to the brightening eyes With easy sweep bestrides the chafing flood.

His fairer scenes, and bolder figures rise ; See! long canals, and deepen'd rivers, join

Where social Love exerts her soft command, Each part with each, and with the circling main

And plays the passions with a tender hand, The whole enliven'd isle. Lo! ports expand, Free as the winds and waves, their sheltering arms. And all the moral harmony of life.

Whence every virtue flows, in rival strise,
Lo! streaming comfort o'er the troubled deep,
On every pointed coast the light-house towers;
And, by the broad imperious mole repellid,
Hark! how the baffled storm indignant roars."

SONG
As thick to view these varied wonders rose,
Shook all my soul with transport, unassur’d,

HARD is the fate of him who loves,
The vision broke; and, on my waking eye,

Yet dares not tell his trembling pain, Rush'd the still ruins of dejected Rome.

But to the sympathetic groves,

But to the lonely listening plain.
Oh! when she blesses next your shade,

Oh! when her footsteps next are seen
ODE.

In flowery tracts along the mead,

In fresher mazes o'er the green,
Tell me, thou soul of her I love,
Ah! tell me, whither art thou fled ;

Ye gentle spirits of the vale,
To 'what delightful world above,

To whom the tears of love are dear,
Appointed for the happy dead?

From dying lilies waft a gale,

And sigh my sorrows in her ear.
Or dost thou, free, at pleasure, roam,

O, tell her what she cannot blame,
And sometimes share thy lover's woe;

Though fear my tongue must erer bind Where, void of thee, his cheerless home

O, tell her that my virtuous flame
Can now, alas! no comfort know?

Is as her spotless soul refin'd.

* A creature which, of all brutes, most resembles man.
See Dr. Tyson's treatise on this animal.
t Okely woods, near Cirencester

Not her own guardian angel eyes

With chaster tenderness his care,
Not purer her own wishes rise,

Not holier her own sighs in prayer.

But if, at first, her virgin fear

Oh! how I love with thee to walk,
Should start at love's suspected name,

And listen to thy whisper'd talk,
With that of friendship soothe her ear-

Which innocence and truth imparts,
True love and friendship are the same.

And mells the most obdurate hearts.

A thousand shapes you wear with ease,
And still in every shape you please.

Now wrapt in some mysterious dream,
SONG.

A lone philosopher you seem ;

Now quick from hill to vale you fly, For ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove

And now you sweep the vaulted sky; An unrelenting foe to love,

A shepherd next, you haunt the plain, And when we meet a mutual heart,

And warble forth your oaten strain. Come in between, and bid us part?

A lover now, with all the grace

Of that sweet passion in your face; Bid us sigh on from day to day,

Then, calm'd to friendship, you assume And wish, and wish the soul away;

The gentle-looking Hartford's bloom, Till youth and genial years are flown,

As, with her Musidora, she And all the life of life is gone?

(Her Musidora fond of thee)

Amid the long withdrawing vale, But busy, busy, still art thou,

Awakes the rival'd nightingale. To bind the loveless joyless vow,

Thine is the balmy breath of morn, The heart from pleasure to delude,

Just as the dew-bent rose is born ; To join the gentle to the rude.

And while meridian fervors beat,

Thine is the woodland dumb retreat; For once, O Fortune, hear my prayer,

But chief, when evening scenes decay, And I absolve thy future care ;

And the faint landscape swims away, All other blessings I resign,

Thine is the doubtful soft decline, Make but the dear Amanda mine.

And that best hour of musing thine.

Descending angels bless thy train,
The virtues of the sage, and swain;
Plain Innocence, in white array'd,
Before thee lists her fearless head :

Religion's beams around thee shine,
O NIGHTINGALE, best poet of the grove,

And cheer thy glooms with light divine : That plaintive strain can ne'er belong to thee

About thee sports sweet Liberty ; Blest in the full possession of thy love:

And rapt Urania sings to thee. O lend that strain, sweet nightingale, to me!

Oh, let me pierce thy secret cell!

And in thy deep recesses dwell; "Tis mine, alas ! to mourn my wretched fate :

Perhaps from Norwood's oak-clad hill, I love a maid, who all my bosom charms,

When Meditation has her fill, Yet lose my days without this lovely mate;

I just may cast my careless eyes Inhuman Fortune keeps her from my arms.

Where London's spiry turrets rise,

Think of its crimes, its cares, its pain,
You, happy birds! by Nature's simple laws

Then shield me in the woods again.
Lead your soft lives, sustain'd by Nature's fare;
You dwell wherever roving fancy draws,
And love and song is all your pleasing care:

TO THE
But we, vain slaves of interest and of pride,
Dare not be blest lest envious tongues should

REV. MR. MURDOCH,
blame :
And hence, in vain I languish for my bride ; RECTOR OF STRADDISHALL, IN SUFFOLK, 1738.
O mourn with me, sweet bird, my hapless flame. Thus safely low, my friend, thou canst not fall :

Here reigns a deep tranquillity o'er all;
No noise, no care, no vanity, no strife;

Men, woods, and fields, all breathe untroubled life
HYMN ON SOLITUDE.

Then keep each passion down, however dear;

Trust me the tender are the most severe. Hall, mildly-pleasing Solitude,

Guard, while 'tis thine, thy philosophic ease, Companion of the wise and good,

And ask no joy but that of virtuous peace;
But, from whose holy, piercing eye,

That bids defiance to the storms of Fate,
The herd of fools and villains fly.

High bliss is only for a higher state.

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AMBROSE PHILIPS.

AMBROSE Philips, a poet and miscellaneous who found his own juvenile pastorals undervaload, writer, was born in 1671, claiming his descent from sent to the same paper a comparison between b an ancient Leicestershire family. He received his and those of Philips, in which he ironicalls are education at St. John's College, Cambridge ; and, the preference to the latter. The irony was be! attaching himself to the Whig party, he published, detected till it encountered the critical eye ofis in 1700, an epitome of Hacket's life of Archbishop dison ; and the consequence was, that it ruired Williams, by which he obtained an introduction to reputation of Philips as a composer of pastoral Addison and Steele. Soon after, he made an at- When the accession of George I. brought te tempt in pastoral poetry, which, for a time, brought Whigs again into power, Philips was made a W . him into celebrity. In 1709, being then at Copen-minster justice, and, soon after, a commissioner fr hagen, he addressed to the earl of Dorset some the lottery. In 1718, he was the editor of a re verses, descriptive of that capital, which are re-odical paper, called “ The Freethinker." In 124 garded as his best performance; and these, together he accompanied to Ireland his friend Dr. Boalet. with two translations from Sappho's writings, created archbishop of Armagh, to whom he e stand pre-eminent in his works of this class. In as secretary. He afterwards represented the conte 1712 he made his appearance as a dramatic writer, of Armagh in parliament; and the places of secte in the tragedy of “The Distrest Mother," acted at tary to the Lord Chancellor, and Judge of the PreDrury-lane with great applause, and still considered rogative Court, were also conferred upon him. He as a stock play. It cannot, indeed, claim the merit returned to England in 1748, and died in the fol of originality, being closely copied from Racine's lowing year, at the age of seventy-eight. “ Andromacque;" but it is well written, and skil. The verses which he composed, not only be fully adapted to the English stage.

young ladies in the nursery, but to Walpole uha A storm now fell upon him relatively to his pas. Minister of State, and which became known by the torals, owing to an exaggerated compliment from ludicrous appellation of namby-pamby, are easy and Tickell, who, in a paper of the Guardian, had made sprightly, but with a kind of infantile air, wie the true pastoral pipe descend in succession from fixed upon them the above name. Theocritus to Virgil, Spenser, and Philips. Pope,/

The starving wolves along the main sea prowl,
TO THE EARL OF DORSET. And to the Moon in icy valleys howl.

O'er many a sbining league the level main
Copenhagen, March 9, 1709.

Here spreads itself into a glassy plain :
From frozen climes, and endless tracts of snow, | There solid billows of enormous size,
From streams which northern winds forbid to flow, Alps of green ice, in wild disorder rise.
What present shall the Muse to Dorset bring, | And yet but lately have I seen, ev'n here,
Or how, so near the Pole, attempt to sing?

The winter in a lovely dress appear.
The hoary winter here conceals from sight Ere yet the clouds let fall the treasur'd snow.
All pleasing objects which to verse invite.

Or winds begun through hazy skies to blow,
The hills and dales, and the delightful woods, At evening a keen eastern breeze a rose,
The flowery plains, and silver-streaming floods, And the descending rain unsullied froze.
By snow disguis'd, in bright confusion lie

Soon as the silent shades of night withdresc
And with one dazzling waste fatigue the eye. The ruddy morn disclos d at once to view

No gentle breathing breeze prepares the spring, The face of Nature in a rich disguise, No birds within the desert region sing.

And brighten'd every object to my eyes : The ships, unmov'd, the boisterous winds defy, For every shrub, and every blade of grass, While rattling chariots o'er the ocean fly.

And every pointed thorn, seem'd wrought in glas; The vast Leviathan wants room to play,

In pearls and rubies rich the hawthorns show, And spout his waters in the face of day.

| While through the ice the crimson berries glow

The thick-sprung reeds, which watery marshes yield, The birds, dismiss'd, (while you remain,) Seem'd polish'd lances in a hostile field.

Bore back their empty car again : The stag, in limpid currents, with surprise,

Then you, with looks divinely mild, Sees crystal branches on his forehead rise.

In every heavenly feature smild,
The spreading oak, the beech, and towering pine, And ask'd, what new complaints I made,
Glaz'd over, in the freezing ether shine.

And why I call'd you to my aid ?
The frighted birds the rattling branches shun,
Which wave and glitter in the distant sun.

What frenzy in my bosom rag'd,
When, if a sudden gust of wind arise,

And by what care to be assuag'd ? The brittle forest into atoms flies,

What gentle youth I would allure, The crackling wood beneath the tempest bends,

Whom in my artful toils secure ? And in a spangled shower the prospect ends :

Who does thy tender heart subdue,
Or, if a southern gale the region warm,

Tell me, my Sappho, tell me who?
And by degrees unbind the wintry charm,
The traveller a miry country sees,

Though now he shuns thy longing arms, And journeys sad beneath the dropping trees :

He soon shall court thy slighted charms; Like some deluded peasant, Merlin leads Through fragrant bowers, and through delicious

Though now thy offerings he despise,

He soon to thee shall sacrifice; meads :

Though now he freeze, he soon shall burn, While here enchanted gardens to him rise,

And be thy victim in his turn.
And airy fabrics there attract his eyes,
His wandering feet the magic paths pursue,

Celestial visitant, once more
And, while he thinks the fair illusion true,
The trackless scenes disperse in fluid air,

Thy needful presence I implore !
And woods, and wilds, and thorny ways appear.

In pity come and ease my grief, A tedious road the weary wretch retums,

Bring my distemper'd soul relief:
And, as he goes, the transient vision mourns.

Favor thy suppliant's hidden fires,
And give me all my heart desires.

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