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VERSES TO THE AUTHOR.

TO DR. YOUNG.

Where various scenes alternately excite

Amazement, pity, ierroir, and delight. Now let the atheist tremble; thou alone

Thus did the Muses sing in early tiines, Can bid his conscious heart the Godhead own.

Ere skill'd to flatter Vice and varnish crimes: Whom shalt thou not reform ? O thou hast seen,

Their lyres were tun'd to virtuous songs alone, How God descends to judge the souls of men.

And the chaste poet, and the priest, were one. Thou heard'st the sentence how the guilty mourn,

But now, forgetful of their infant state, Driven out from God, and never must return.

They sooth the wanton pleasures of the great; Yet more, behold ten thousand thunders fall,

And from the press, and the licentious stage, And sudden vengeance wrap the flaming ball:

With luscious poison taint the thoughtless age; When Nature sunk, when every boit was hurl'd,

Deceitful charms attract our wondering eyes, Thou saw'st the boundless ruins of the world.

And specious Ruin unsuspected lies. When guilty Sodom felt the burning rain,

So the rich soil of India's blooming shores, And sulphur fell on the devoted plain;

Adoru'd with lavish Nature's choicest stores, The patriarch thus, the fiery tempest past,

Where serpents lurk, by flowers conceal'd from sight, With pious horrour view'd the desert waste;

Hides fatal danger un ler gay delight. The restless smoke still wav'd its curls around,

These purer thoughts from gross alloys resin'd, For ever rising from the glowing ground.

With heavenly raptures elevate the mind: But tell me, oh! what heavenly pleasure, tell,

Not frain:d to raise a giddy short-liv'd joy, To think so greatly, and describe so well!

Whose false all::rements, while they please, destroy; How wast thou pleas’d the wondrous theme to try, But bliss resembling that of saints above, And find the thought of man could rise so high

Sprung from the vision of th' Almighty Love: Beyond this world the labour to pursue,

Firm, solid bliss, for ever great and new, And open all ETERNITY to view !

The more 't is known, the more adınir'd, like you; But thou art best delighted to rehearse

Like you, fair nymph, in whom anited meet Heaven's holy dictates in exalted verse :

Endearing sweetness, unafiected wit, O thou hast power the harden'd heart to warm,

And all the glories of your sparkling race, To grieve, to raise, to terrify, to charm;

While inward virtues beighten every grace. To fix the soul on God; to teach the mind

By these secur'd, you will with pleasure read To know the dignity of human-kind;

“ of future judgment, and the rising dead; By stricter rules well-govern'd life to scan,

Of time's grand period, Heaven and Earth o'er. And practise o'er the angel in the man.

thrown;
Magd. Coll.

And gasping Nature's last tremendous groan."
Oxon,

These, when the stars and Sun shall be no more,
Shall beauty to your ravag'd form restore:
Then shall you shine with an immortal ray,

Improv'd by death, and brightend by decay.
TO A LADY, WITH THE LAST DAY.

T. TRISTAM
MADAM,
HERE, sacred truths, in lofty numbers told,
The prospect of a future state unfold:
The realms of night to mortal view display,
And the glad regions of eternal day.

TO THE AUTIIOR,
This daring author scorns, by vulgar ways
Of guilty wit, to merit worthless praise.
Full of her glorious theme, his towerin; Muse, Asd must it be as thou hast sung,
With gen’rous zeal, a nobler fame pursues :

Celestial bard, seraphic Young?
Religion's cause her ravish'd heart inspires, Will there no trace, no point be found,
And with a thousand bright ideas fires;

Of all this spacious glorious round? Transports her quick, impatient, piercing eye, Yon lamps of light, must they decay? O'er the strait limits of mortality,

On Nature's self, Destruction prey? To boundless orbs, and bids her fearless soar, Then Fame, the most immortal thing Where only Milton gain'd renown before ;

E'en thou canst hope, is on the wing.

T. WARTON.

ON HIS LAST DAY AND UNIVERSAL PASSION.

Shall Newton's system be admir'd,

Through life we chase, with frnd pursuit, When Time and Motion are expir'd?

What mocks onr bope, like Sodom's frut: Shall souls be curious to explore

And sure, thy plan was well design'd, Who rul'd an orb that is no more?

To cure this madness of the mind; Or shall they quote the pictur'd age,

First, beyond time our thoughts to raise ; From Pope's and thy corrective page,

Then lash our love of transient praise. When Vice and Virtile lose their name

In both we own thy doctrine just; In deathless joy, or endless shame?

Ind Fame's a breath, and men are dust. While wears away the grand machine, The works of Genius shall be seen:

1736. Beyond, what laurels can there be, For Homer, Horace, Pope, or thee?

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3. BANCKS.

POEMS

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EDWARD

YOUNG, L. L. D.

IN THREE BOOKS,

Exalt e'en me; all inward tumults quell;
THE LAST DAY.

The clouds and darkness of my mind dispel;
To my great subject Thou my breast inspire,

And raise my labouring soul with equal fire.
Venit summa dies, --VIRG,

Man, bear thy brow aloft, view every grace
In God's great offspring, beauteous Nature's face:

See Spring's gay bloom; see golden Autumn's store;
BOOK I,

See how Earth smiles, and hear old Ocean roar.
Leviathans but heave their cumbrous mail,

It makes a tide, and wind-bound navies sail. Ipse pater, media nimborum in nocte, corusca Here, forests rise, the mountain's awful pride; Bulmina molitur dextra. Quo maxima motu

Here, rivers measure climes, and worlds divide; Terra tremit: fugere feræ, et mortalia corda There,valleys, fraught with gold's resplendent seeds, Per gentes humilis stravit pavor. VIRG.

Hold kings, and kingdoms' fortunes, in their beds:

There, to the skies, aspiring hills ascend, While others sing the fortune of the great; And into distant lands their shades extend. Empire and arms, and all the pomp of state ; View cities, armies, fleets; of fleets the pride, With Britain's bero' set their souls on fire, See Europe's law, in Albion's channel ride. And grow immortal as bis deeds inspire;

View the whole Earth’s vast landscape unconfir'd, Į draw a deeper scene: a scene that yields Or view in Britain all her glories join'd. A louder trumpet, and more dreadful fields;

Then let the firmament thy wonder raise; The world alarm’d, both Earth and Heaven o’er,'T will raise thy wonder, but transcend thy praise. thrown,

How far from east to west? The labouring eye And gasping Nature's last tremendous groan; Can scarce the distant azure bounds descry: Death's antient sceptre broke, the teeming tomb, Wide theatre! where tempests play at large, The righteous Judge, and man's eternal doom, And God's right-hand can all its wrath discharge.

'Twixt joy and pain I view the bold design, Mark how those radiant lamps infame the pole, And ask my anxious heart, if it be mine,

Call forth the seasons, and the year control : Whatever great or dreadful has been done, They shine through time, with an unalter'd ray: Within the sight of conscious stars or Sun,

See this grand period rise, and that decay: Is far beneath my daring: I look down

So vast, this world's a grain ; yet myriads grace, On all the splendours of the British crown. With golden pomp, the throng'd ethereal space; This globe is for my verse a narrow bound; So bright, with such a wealth of glory stor’d, Attend me, all ye glorious worlds around!

'T were sin in Heathens not to have a lor'd. 0! all ye angels, howsoe'er disjoin'd,

How great, how firm, how sacred all appears! Of every various order, place, and kind,

How worthy an immortal round of years! Hear, and assist, a feeble mortal's lays ;

Yet all must drop, as Autumn's sickliest grain, 'Tis our Eternal King I strive to praise.

And Earth and firmament be sought in vain: But chiefly thou, great Ruler! Lord of ah ! The tract forgot where constellations shone, Before whose throne arch-angels prostrate fall; Or where the Stuarts fill'd an awful throne: If at thy nod, from discord, and from night, Time shall be slain, all Nature be destroy'd, Sprang beauty and yon sparkling worlds of light, Nor leave an atom in the mighty void.

Sooner, or later, in some future date, ! The duke of Marlborough

(A dreadful secret in the book of rate!),

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VOL. XILL

Oh say,

This hour, for aught all human wisdom knows, We view with joy, what once did horrour more,
Or when ten thousand harvests more have rose; And strong aversion softens into love.
When scenes are chang'd on this revolving Earth, Say then, my Muse, whom dismal scenes delight,
Old empires fall, and give new empires birth; Frequent at tombs, and in the realms of night;
Wbile other Bourbons rule in other lands, Say, melancholy maid, if bold to dare
And (if man's sin forbids not) other Annes; The last extremes of terrour and despair;
While the still busy world is treading o'er

what change on Earth, what heart in man, The paths they trod five thousand years before, This blackest moment since the world began. Thoughtless as those who now life's mazes run, Ah mournful turn! the blissful Earth, who late Of Earth dissolv'd, or an extinguish'd Sun; At leisure on her axle roll'd in state; (Ye sublunary worlds, awake, awake!

While thousand golden planets knew no rest, Ye rulers of the nation, hear and shake)

Still onward in their circling journey prest; Thick clouds of darkness shall arise on day; A grateful change of seasons some to bring, In sudden night all Earth's dominions lay; And sweet vicissitude of Fall and Spring: Impetuous winds the scatter'd forests rend; Some through vast oceans to conduct the keel, Eternal mountains, like their cedars, bend; And some those watery worlds to sink or swell: The valleys yawn, the troubled ocean roar, Around her some their splendours to display, And break the bondage of his wonted shore; And gild her globe with tributary day: A sanguine stain the silver Moon o'erspread; This world so great, of joy the bright abode, Darkness the circle of the Sun invade;

Heaven's darling child, and favourite of her God, From inmost Heaven incessant thunders roll, Now looks an exile from her Father's care, And the strong echo bound from pole to pole. Deliver'd o'er to darkness and despair.

When, lo, a mighty trump, une half conceal'd No Sun in radiant glory shines on high; In clouds, one half to mortal eye reveal'd,

No light, but from the terrours of the sky: Shall pour a dreadful note; the piercing call Fall'n are her mountains, her fam'd rivers lost, Shall rattle in the centre of the ball;

And all into a second chaos tost: Th’extended circuit of creation shake,

One universal ruin spreads abroad; The living die with fear, the dead awake.

Nothing is safe beneath the throne of God. Oh powerful blast! to which no equal sound Such, Earth, thy fate: what then canst thou af. Did e'er the frighted ear of Nature wound,

ford Though rival clarions have been strain’d on high, To comfort and support thy guilty lord ? And kindled wars immortal through the sky, Man aughty lord of all beneath the Moon, Though God's whole enginery discharg'd, and all How must be bend his soul's ambition down? The rebel angels bellow'd in their fall.

Prostrate, the reptile own, and disavow Have angels sinn'd? and shall not man beware? His boasted stature, and assuming brow? How shall a son of Earth decline the snare? Claim kindred with the clay, and curse his form, Not folded arms, and slackness of the mind, That speaks distinction from his sister worm? Can promise for the safety of mankind :

What dreadful pangs the treinbling heart invade ! None are supinely good: through care and pain, Lord, why dost thou forsake whom thou bast made? And various arts, the steep ascent we gain.

Who can sustain thy anger ? Who can stand This is the scene of combat, not of rest,

Beneath the terrours of thy lifted hand ? Man's is laborious happiness at best;

It flies the reach of thought: Oh save me, Power On this side death his dangers never cease,

Of powers supreme, in that tremendous hour! His joys are joys of conquest, not of peace. Thou who beneath the frown of Fate hast stood, If then, obsequious to the will of Fate,

And in thy dreadful agony sweat blood; And bending to the terms of human state,

Thou, who for me, through every throbbing rein, When guilty joys invite us to their arms,

Hast felt the keenest edge of mortal pain; Whenbeautysmiles, or grandeurspreads hercharms, Whom Death led captive through the realms below, The conscious soul would this great scene display, And taught those horrid mysteries of woe; Call down th' immortal hosts in dread array, Defend me, O my God! Oh save me, Power The trumpet sound, the Christian banner spread, Of powers supreme, in that tremendous hour! And raise from silent graves the trembling dead; From east to west they fly, from pole to line, Such deep impression would the picture make, Imploring shelter from the wrath divine; No power on Earth her firm resolve could shake; Beg flames to wrap, or whelming seas to sweep, Engag'd with angels she would greatly stand, Or rocks to yawn, compassionately deep: And look regardless down on sea and land; Seas cast the monster forth to meet his doom, Not profferd worlds her ardour could restrain, And rocks but prison up for wrath to come. And Death mightshake histhreatening lance in vain! So fares a traitor to an earthly crown ; Her certain conquest would endear the figbt, While Death sits threatening in his prince's frown, And danger serve but to exalt delight.

His heart's dismay'd; and now his fears command, Instructed thus to shun the fatal spring,

To change his native for a distant land: Whence flows the terronrs of that day I sing; Swift orders fly, the king's severe decree More boldly we our labours may pursue,

Stands in the channel, and locks up the sea;
And all the dreadful image-set to view.

The port he seeks, obedient to her lord,
The sparkling eye, the sleek and painted breast, Hurls back the rebel to his lifted sword.
The burnish'd scale, curd train, and rising crest, But why this idle toil to paint that day?
All that is lovely in the noxious snake,

This time elaborately thrown away?
Provokes our fear, and bids us flee the brake: Words all in rain pant after the distress,
The sting once drawn, his guiltless beauties rise The height of eloquence would make it less;
In pleasing lustre, and detain our eyes;

Heavens! how the good man trembles !

And is there a Last Day? and must there come And calls the great leviathan: the great A sure, a fix'd, inexorable doom?

Leviathan attends in all his state; Ainbition, swell, wd, thy proud sails to show, Exults for joy, and, with a mighty bound, Take all the winds that l'anity can blow :

Makes the sea shake, and heaven and earth resound; Weath, on a golden mountain blazing stand, Blackens the waters with the rising sand, And reach an India forth in either hand;

And drives vast billows to the distant land. Spread all the purple clusters, tempting rine, As yawns an earthquake, when imprison'd air And thou, inore dreaded fue, bright leavty, shine; Struggles for vent, and lays the centre bare, Shine all; in all your charms together rise; The whale expands his jaws' enormous size; That all, in all your charms, I may despise, The prophet views the cavern with surprise ; While I mount upward on a strong desire,

Measures his monstrous teeth, afar descried, Borne, like Elijah, in a car of fire.

And rolls his wondering eyes from side to side: In hopes of glory to be quite igrolv'd!

Then takes possession of the spacious seat, To smile at Death! to long to be dissolvid!

And sails secure within the dark retreat. From our decays a pleasure to receive !

Now is he pleas'd the northern blast to hear, And kindle into transport at a grave!

And hangs on liquid mountains, void of fear; What equals this? And shall the victor now Or falls immers'd into the depths below; Boast the proud laurels on his loaded brow? Where the dead silent waters never flow; Religion! Oh thou cherub, heavenly bright!

To the foundations of the bills convey'd, Oh joys unmix’d, and fathomless delight!

Dwells in the shelving mountain's dreadful shade: Thou, thou art all; nor find I in the whole Where plummet never reach'd, he draws his breath, Creation aught, but God and my own soul.

And glides serenely through the paths of death. For ever then, my soul, thy God adore,

Two wondrous days and nights thro' coral groves, Nor let the brute creation praise him more. Through labyrinths of rocks and sands, he roves : Shall things inanimate my conduct blame,

When the third morning with its level rays And Aush my consciouscheck with spreading shame? The mountains gilds, and on the billows plays, They all for him pursne, or quit, their end;

It sees the king of waters rise, and pour The mounting fames their burning power suspend; His sacred guest uninjur'd on the shore: In solid heaps th' unfrozen billows stand,

A type of that great blessing, which the Muse
To rest and silence aw'd by his command:

In her next labour ardently pursties.
Nay, the dire monsters that infest the flood,
By nature dreadful, and athirst for bloori,
His will can calm, their savage tempers bind,

BOOK II.
And turn to mild protectors of mankind.
Did not the prophet this great truth maintain
In the decp chambers of the gloomy main;

-'Εκ γαίης ελπίζομεν ες φάος ελθείν
When darkness round him all her horrours spread,

Λείψαν άποικομένων· οπίσω δε Θεοί τελίθονται. And the loud ocean bellow'd o'er his head ?

PHOCYL. When now the thunder roars, the lightning flies,

-We hope, that the departed will rise again And all the warring winds tumultuous rise;

from the dust: after which, like the gods, they When now the foaining surges, tost on high,

will be immortal.
Disclose the sauds beneath, and touch the sky;
When Death draws ncar, the mariners aghast Now man awakes, and from his silent bed,
Look back with terrour on their actions past ; Where he has slept for ages, lifts his head;
Their courage sickens into deep dismay,

Shakes off the slumber of ten thousand years, Their hearts, through fear and anguish, inelt away; And on the borders of new worlds appears. Nor tears, nor prayers, the tempest can appease; Whate'er the bold, the rasn, adventure cost, Now they derote their treasure to the seas;

In wide Eternity I dare be lost. Unload their shatter'd bark, though richly fraught, The Muse is wont in narrow bounds to sing, And think the hopes of life are cheaply bought To teach the suain, or celelrate the king. With gems and gold; but oh, the storm so high! I grasp the whole, no more to parts confin'd, Nor gems por gold the hopes of life can buy. I lift my voice, and sing to human kind :

The trembling prophet then, themselves to save, I sing to men and angels; angels join, They headlong plunge into the briny wave; While such the theme, their sacred songs with mine. Down be descends, and, buoming o'er his head, Again the trumpet's intermitted sound The billows close; he's number'd with the dead. Rolls the wide circuit of creation round, (Hear, O ye just! attend, ve virtuous few!

An universal concourse to piepare And the bright paths of piety pursue)

Of all that ever breath'd the vital air: Lo! the great Ruler of the world, from high, In some wide field, which active whirlwinds sweep, Looks smiling down with a propitious eye,

Drive cities, forests, mountains, to the deep, Covers his servant with his gracious hand,

To smooth and lengthen out th' unbounded space, And bids tempestuous Nature silent stand ; An:l spread an area for all human race. Commands the peaceful waters to give place, Now inonuments prove faithful to their trust, Or kindly fold him in a soft embrace :

And render back their long-committed dust. He bridles in the monsters of the deep :

Now charnels rattle; scatter'd limbs, and all The bridled monsters awful distance keep;

The various bones, obsequious to the call, forget their hunger, while they view their prey; Self-mov'd, advance ; the neck perhaps to meet And guiltless gaze, and round the stranger play. The distant head; the distant legs the feet.

But still arise new wonders; Nature's Lord Dreadful to view, see thmugh the dusky sky Sends forth into the deep his powerful word, Fragments of bodies in confusion fly,

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