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ROBER T, E A R L“
o p OX FORD,
A N D
E A R L M O R T I M ER
SUCH wei'e the notes thy once - Iov
’
d Poet fung,TillJeathuntim ely fiopp
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ti his tuneful tongue .
011, ink beheld, and loft ! adm ir‘
d, and m ourn‘
d !
W i thfoftel’t m anner s, gentleft ar ts adom’
d
Rleft ineach fcience, blefi inevery (train;Dealt to the Mufe, to Har ley
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dear - invain!
For him thanoft halt bid the wor ld attend,Fond to forget the fiatefm aninthe fr iend
For Swift and him , defpis’
d the far ce of Rate,The fohet follies of the w ife and gr eat ;Dextrous, the crav ing, ?awning etoud to quit,And pleas
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d to fcape from flattery to w it .
Abfent or dead, (till let a fr iend be dear ,
(Afigh the abfent claim s, the dead a tear )Recall thofe nights that clos
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d thy to ilfom e days,
Stillhear thy Parnell inhis liv ing laysWho, car elefs now , of inta ct}, fam e, or fate,Perhaps fo rgets that Oxfor d e
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er was gr eat ;
Or , deem ing m eaneft what we gr eatefi call,
Beholds thee glorious only inthy fall.And fine, i f aught below the (cats d iv ine
Cantoneh im m or tals,’
tis a foullike thine c
B a A foul
D E D I C A T I O N.‘
A foul fupr em e, ineach har d infiance try’
d,
Above all’
pain, allange r , and allpr ide ;
The rageof powet , the blalt of public br eath),The lull of lucr e, and the d read of death. ,
Invainto defer ts thy r etr eat is m ade ;
The M ale attend s thee to thy hlent {had
T is her s, the brave m an’s latell Reps to trace,
Re - judge this afl sl and dignify d ifgrace,
W heninter efi cal l s all"
allher fii eak ing tr ain,
W henall th’
oblig’
d defer t, and all the vain;
She waits, or to the fcafiold , or the cell,
W henthe lafi linger ing fr iend has bid farewell.
Ey’
nnow {he {hades thy evening- walk w ithbays,(No hir eling (he, no profiitute to praife)Ev
’nnow obfer vant of the par ting ray,
Eyes the calm fun- fet of thy var ious day iThr ough Fo r tune
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s cloud one truly greatNo: fear s to tell
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, that M ortim er is .he .
Sept . 1 721 .
HE S ]
I s !
o u,
TH E R I S E O F W O M A N.
WHAT antient t im es ( thofe tim es we faneyw ife)Have left onlong r ecor d of wom an
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s r ife,
What m orals teach i t, and what fables hide,What author w rote ix, how that author dy
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d,
Allthefe I ling . InGr eece they fr am’
d the tale
(InGreece’
twas thought a wom anm ight be frail);Ye mode rnbeauties wher e the Poet d rew
His foftelt pencil, think he d ream t of youAnd, wam
’
d by him , ye wantonpens be ware
HowHeaven‘
s conqem‘
d to vind ica‘
te the fair.
The cafe was Hefiod‘
s 5 he the fable wri t ;Some think w ithm eaning, fom e with idle w it
zPerhaps tis either , as the Lad ies pleafe ;I wave the contefl, and com m ence the lays .
Indays of yone no m atter where or when,Twas er e the low c reationfwarm
’
d wi th m en)That one Pr om etheus , fprung o f heavenlybi r th,(Our Author ’s fong canw itnefs) liv
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d onear th
He ear v’
d the tur f to m old a m anly fram e,And hole fr om love his anim ating flam e.
The fly contr ivance o’
er O lym pus ran,Whenthat the M onar ch of the Star s began
B s
6 P A R N E L L’
S P O E M S .
O ver s’
d inar ts whofe dar ing thoughts afp ir e,To k indle clay w ithnever - dying fir e 1
Enjoy thy gloiy gait, that gi tft was thineThe next thy cr eatur e m eets, be fai rly m ineAnd foch a gift, a v engeance l
'
o delign’
d ,
As fuits the counfel of a God to find ;
A pleafing hofom cheat, a fpec ious ill,W hich felt the cur fe, yet covets fl ill to feel.He (aid , and Vulcan(trait the S ir e com m ands,
To tem per m or tar w ith ze ther ialhands 5
Infuch a ihape to m old a r iling fai r ,
A s v i rgingoddeliE-
s ar e pr oud to w ear 5
To m ak e her eyes w ith d iam ond - water thine,
And fo rm her organs fo r a vo ice d ivine.
”Twas thus the Sit‘e or dain’
d the Power obey’
d ;
And wor k’
d, and wonder'
d at the wo rk he m ade ;
Thefair efi, foftef’t, fweetelt fram e beneath,
Now m ade to reem , now m or e thanfeem to br eathe .
As Vulcanends , the chear fulQtleenof Charm s
Clafp’
d the new -
panting c reatur e inher ar m s :F r om that em brace a fine com plexionfpr ead ,
W her e m ingled whitenefs glow’
d w ith fofter r od .
Thenina k il'
s fhe br eath’
d her V21 1 ious ar ts,Of t r ifling pr ettily w ithwounded hear tsA m ind for love, but {tilla changing m ind
The lifp afi'
oéted, and the glance defign’
d
The fweet confuling blulh, the liecre t w ink ,The gentle fw im m ing walk , the cour teous link ;The Rar e for firangenefs fit , for fcorn the fr own5For decent yield ing, look s declining down;
THE R I S E O F W O M A N.
Theprafi is’
d languilh, where well- feign'
d defire
Would ownits m elting ina mutualfireGay (m iles to com for t ; Apr il { hower s to m ove ;And allthe natur e, all the ar t of love.
Gold (cepter’
d Juno next exalts the fai rHer touch endows her w ith im per ious air ,Self- valuing fancy, highly - c r elted pr ide ,Strong fover eignw ill, and fom e deli r e to chide ;For which, aneloquence, that aim ; to vex,W ithnative tr opes of anger , arm s the (ex.
Minhu'a, flt ilfulgoddefs , train’
d the m aid
To twi rle the fpindle by the twilting thr ead ;To fix the loom , infim é
’
t the r eeds to par t,
Crofs the long weft, and clol’
e the webwith ar t,
Anarefulgift ; but what pr ofii fe expence,What wo rld of fafhions , took its r ife fr om hence !
Young Herm es next, 3 e lofe contr iving God ,
Her brows enci rcled w ith hi s ferpent r od
Thenplots and fair excufles fill‘
d her brain,The v iews of br eak ing am or ous vow s for gainThe pr ice of favom s the defigning
'
ar ts
That aim at r iches incontem pt of hear ts
And, for a com for t inthe m ar r iage life,The little pilfer ing texnper of a w ife .
Full onthe fai r his beam s Apollo flung,And fond per iheliontipp
’
d her eal'
y tongueHe gave her wor d s, wher e oily flattery laysThe plealing colour s of the ar t of prail
'
e ;
And wit, to reandalexquili tely prone,Which fretg am ther
’
s fpleento cure its own.
B 4. Thofe
8 P .
-A R N E
Thofe facr ed V irgins whom the Bards never e,Tun’
d allhe: voice , and fii ed a fweetncfs thei c ,
To m ak e her feufe w i thdouble cund ,.O r m ak e her livelynonfenfe plea d .
To d refs the m aid , the decent br oughtTA r obe inall the dies of beaitty w r ought,And plac
’
d their boxes o‘
er a p ich brocade,W her e pi&m
’
d Loves oneve r y cove r play‘
d 5
Thenfp‘
r ezld thofe i rflplem ents that Vulcan'
s ar t
Had fi am’
d to m er it Cyther ea‘
s hear t ;
The w i r e to cm l, the clofe indented com b
To fall the locks , that lightly wander , hom e ;
And chief, the m ir r our , where the m vifh’
d m aid
Behold s and loves her ownr efleéted lhade .
Fai r Flora lent her fior es 5 the purpletlHoursConfin
’
d her tr efl'
es w i th awr eath of flower s 5W ithinthe w r eath arofe a rad iant crown5
A veil pellucid hung depending down5Back roll
’
d her azur e veilw ith ferpent fold ,The purfied border deck
’
d the floor w i th gold .
Her r obe (which clofely by the gi rdle brac’
d
R eveal’
d the beauties of a flender waif’t)Flow
’
d to the feet, to copy Venus‘
air ,
W henVenus‘ fiatues have a robe to wear .
The new - fprung cr eature , finilh‘
d thus for harm s,A d jufts hen: habit, , pra&ifes her charm s,
W ith blulhes glows, or {hines w it h lively (m iles ,
rC onfir m s her will, o r r ecolleéls hex w iles
Then, confcious of he r wor th, w ith eafy pace
(G lides by theglafs, ani m ating views heinface .
A finw
THE R I SE zo r ~W 'O M A N. 9
Afiner flax thanwhat they wr ought befor e,Through tim e
’
s deep cave, the Sifter Fates explore,Thenfix the loom , their finger s nim bly weave,And thus their to il pr0phetic fongs deceive .
Flow from the r ock , m y flax ! and fw iftly flow,Purfue thy thread ; the fpindle runs below .
A creaturef ond and changing, fair and vain,The creatur e wom an, r il
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es now to r e ign.
Newbeauty bloom s , abeauty form’
d to fly.5
New love begins , a love pr oduc’
d to d ie ;
Newtpar ts d iltr efs the tr oubled feches of life,The fondling m i th‘
efs , and the ruling wife.M enbornto labour , allw ith pains provide ;
W om enhave tim e to facr ifice to pr ide
They want the car e of m an, their want they know,And dr efs to picare w i th hear t - allur ing (how ;The thow .prevailing, fo r the fway contend,
And m ake a fer vant wher e they m eet a fr iend .
Thus ina thoufaad wax - er eéled font s
'A lo iter ing race the painful bee fuppor ts 5°Fr om .funto fun'
, f r om bank to bank he fl ies,
W i th honey load s his bag, w ithwax his thighs;
Fly where he w ill, at hom e the r ace rem ain,
Prune the filk dr efe, and murmur ing eat the gain.
Yet here and ther e we gr ant a gentle br ide,
W hore tem per better s by the father’
s fide 5
Unlik e the reft that double hum ancare ,
Fond to r elieve, or r efolute to {hat e~Happy the m anwhom thus his {tar s advance .
‘
The ourfe 18general, but the blefling chance.
That
1 0 P A R N E'
L L 'S P O E M S.
Thus fung the Sifter s, while the Gods adm i re
Their beauteous cr eatur e, m ade for m anini re ;The young
'Pandora lhe, whom all contend
To m ake too per feét not to gainher end :
Thenbid the w inds, that fiy t o breathe the fpr ing,
Returnto bear hes ona gentle w ing ;W ith wafting ai r s the w inds obfequious blow,
And land the fhining vengeance fafe below .
A goldeneofi'
er inher hand the bor e,
The pr efent tr eacherous, but the bear er m or e ;’Twas fraught w ith pangs 5 for Jove or
'
dain’d above,
That go ld lhould aid, and pangs attend onlove .
Her gay defcent the m anper ceiv‘
d afar ,
W onder ing he r anto catch the fal ling fiat aBut ”(o fii rpr i z
’
d , as none but he cantell,W ho lov
’
d fo - quick ly, and w ho loy’d R) well.
O’
er allhis veins the wander ing pallionburns .
He call s her Nym ph, and eve r yNym phby turns .Her form to lovely Venus he pr efer s,Or {wear s thatVenus ’ mutt be fuch as her s .
She, proud to rule, yet firangely frani‘
d to teaz e,
Negleé'
ts his offer s while her ai rs {he plays,
Shoots fcornfulglances fr om the bended frown,
Inbr iih d ifotder’
tr ips itup and down;
Thenharm a car elefs tune to lay the fiorm ,
And hts, and blulhes, fm iles, and yields, inform .
Now take what Jove detign’
d , (he foftly qry'
d ,
This box thy por tion, and m yfelf the br ide .
Fir’
d wi th the profpeét of the double charm s,
He fnatch’
d the box, and br ide, with eager arm s.
THE R I S E OF W o m an. uUnhappy m an! to whom fobr ight the thong,The fatalgift, her tem pting felf,unknown!Thewinds wer e filent, all the waves afleep,
And heavenwas trae’
duponthe flatter ing citBut, whill’t he look sunm indfulof a (tom ),
And thinks the water wear s a liable form ,
W hat dreadful d inar ound hi s car s lhall r ife !W hat frowns confufe his pié
'
tur e of the lkiea!
At firfi the cr eatur e m anwas fram‘
d alone,Lord of him felf, and all the wor ld his own.
For him the Nym phs ingi cenforfook the woods.For him the Nym phs inblue for fook the floods;Invainthe Saty r s rage, the T r itons rave,Theybore him her oes inthe fecr et cave.
No care deltr oy‘
d , no li ck diforder p r ey’
d,
Nobending age his fpr ightly form decay’
d,
Nowar s wer e known, no females hear d to rage,And, Poets tellus, ’
t was a goldenage.
W henwomancam e, thofe ills the box confin‘dBurlt fur ious out, and po ifon
’
d all the wind,From point to po int, fr om pole to pole they flew,
Spread as they went, and inthe progr efs gr ew 3
TheNym phs r egr etting left the m or tal race,
And altering nature wor e a fickly faceNew term s of fo lly t ofe, new Rates of car eNew plagues, to fixfi
'
er , and to pleafe, the Fair !The days of whining, and of w ild intr igues,Comm enc
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tl, or finilh’
d , w ith the breach of leagues ;Them eandefigns of well
- difl'
embled love 5The forelid m atches never join
‘
d above ;
Abr oad
n P A R N E LL ‘
S P O E M &
Abroad the labour , and at hom e the noife,
(M an’
s double fufiier ings for dom eltic 5oys)The cur fe of jealoufy ; expence and Rr ife ;D ivor ce, the public brand of lham efullife ;The r ival
‘
s {W o r d 5 the qualm that takes the fair ;
Difdainfor paflion, pafli on indefpai r
Thei'
c, and a thonfand yetunnam’
d , we hnd 5
Ah fear the thoufand yetunnam’
d behind !
Thus onParnalTus tuneful Hefiod fung,The m ountainechoed , and the valley rung,The facr ed gr oves afix
‘
d attentionlhow ,
The cryftalHeliconforbor e to flow ,
The ihy gr ew'br ight, and ( if his ver re be true)
The Mufes cam e to give the laur el too . e
But what avail‘d the verdant pr i z e of w it,
i f Love (wor e yengeance for the tales he wr it ?
Ye Fair offended , hear your fri end r elate
W hat heavy judgm ent prov’
d the wr iter’
s fate,
Though whenit happen’
d no r elationclear s ,
Tis thought infive , or five and twent y year'
s.
W here, dark and li lent, w ith a tw itted'
lh‘
ade
The neighonr ing wood s anat ive arbou'
r m ade,
There oft a tender pai r ,‘
for am orous playR eti r ing, toy
’
d the rav ilh’
d hour s away ;A Locr ianyouth, the gentleTr o ilus he,A fai r M ilefian,
“
k ind Evanthe the
But {welling natur e ina fatalhourBetray
’d the fecr ets of the eonfc ious bower ;The d ine d ifgrace her brother s count thei r own,And track her Reps, to m ake its author known.
J
8 0 N G .
Hehaunts the fir eam , he haunts the grove,Lives inafond r om ance of love,
And reem s for each to die ;
Till, each a little fpitefulgrown,SabinaCz lia’s lhape randown,
And the Sabina’
s eye .
Their envy m ade the thepher d find
Thofe eyes which love could only blind 5So fet the lover fr ee :
Nomor e he haunts the gr ove or fiream ,
Or with a true- love knot and nam e
Engraves a wounded tree .
Ah, Cz lial fly Sabina cq’
d,Thoughneither love, we
’
re both deny'
d 5Now to fuppor t the fex
‘
s pr ide,
Let either fix the dar t.
Poor girl, fays Ce lia, fay no m ore ;For lhould the fwainbut one ador e,That fpite , whichbroke hi s chains before,
W ould br eak the other’
s heart.
MY days have beento wondsous free,The li ttle bir ds, that fly
W ith carelel'
s cafe from tr ee to tr ee,
W ere but as blefs’d as I .
3S
1 6 P A R’
N E L L ’
S
Afk gliding water s , if a tear
Of m ine incr eas’
d their fir eam ?
O r aflt - the flying gales, if e’
er
I lent one figh to them ?
But now m y for m er days r etir e,
And Pm.
by beauty caught,The tender chains of fweet deli r e
A r e fix’
duponm y thought .
Ye nightingales, ye twilting pines !
Ye fwains that haunt the gr ove !Ye gentle echoes , breez y w inds
Ye clofe r etr eats of love
W ith all of natur e, allof ar t, .Alli lt the clear delign5
O teach a young, unpraélis’
d hear t,
To m ak e m y Nancy m ine .
The very t hought of change I -hate,
As much as of defoair ;
Nor ever covet to be great,Unlefs it be for her .
’Tis true, the pallioninm y m indI s m ix
’
d wi th foft d ifir efs ;
Yet, while the fair I love is k ind,I cannot with it let
'
s .
A N A C R E O N T I C .
WH EN fpr ing cam e onw ith fr elh delight,
To cheer the foul, and charm the fight,
W hile eafy breez es, fofter rain,
And warm er funs, felute the plain5
1 3 T i r e: R I SE o r w om an.
From the tower ing eagle'
s plum eThe gener ous hear ts accept their doom 3
Shot by the peacock'
s painted eye,
The vainand ai ry lover s die a
For careful dam es and frugalm en,The lhafts ar e fpeck
-led by the hen.
The pyes and par rots deck the dar ts ,
W henprattling wins the panting hear ts ;W henfr om the voice the paifions fpr ing,
The warbling finch affor ds aw ing
Together , by the fpar r ow flung,Downfal l the wantonand the youngAnd fledg
’
d By geek the weapons fly,
W henother s love they know not why .
Allthi s (as late I chan’
c’
d to r ove)~I learn
’
d inyonder waving gr ove,
And fee, fays Love, who call’
d m e near ,How much I dealw ithNature here 5H owboth fuppor t a pr oper par t,She gives the feather , I the dar t z
Then.
ceafe for fouls aver l'e to figh,fI f Natur e cr ofs you, To do
'
I 5
M y weaponthereunfeather‘
d fli es,-And (bakes an
'
d thumes through the fl ies.But if the mutual charm s I find‘By which the link s youfi ndm m ind,They
-wing m y thatte, I‘
poiz e the dar ts;
afl NAOK]
as T A R N E i L’
S'P O 8,
He felt the charm s of Edith’
s eyfi ,
Nor wanted hope to gainthe pr iz e,Could ladies look w ithin5
But one Sir Topaz drefs’
d withar t,
And, if a (hape could winahear t,He had a (hape to win.
Edwin, if r ight 3read my foqg,W ith (lighted pafiionpae
’
d along
All inthe m oony light ;"I“was near anold enchanted cour t,
W here fpor tive fair ies made refor t
To r evel out the night .
i i i: hear t was dr ear , his hape was crofs’
d ,"1? was late,
’
t was far , the path was loft
That reaeh’
d the neighbour town5,W i thweary Reps he quits the tudes,Refolv
'
d , the dark ling dom e he tr eads.
And dr0ps his lim bs adown.
But fcant he lays him onthe floor ,
W henhollow w inds r em ove the door ,
And, tr em bling, rock s the gr oundAnd , well I weento count night,At once a hundred tapers light
Ouall the walls ar ound .
Now founding tongues afi'
ailhis ear ,
Now found ing feet approachennear ,And now the found! increafe s
A . F A I . R .Y T ADI . E.
A'
nd from the corner where he layHe fees a tr ainpm fufely gay
Com e prankling o’
er the place.
But (tm hm e, . Gentles never yet
W as dight a m afquing half {0 neat,Or half fo r ichbefor e ;
The country lent the fweet per fum es,The fee the pearl, the ihy the plum es,
The townits filkenfior e .
Now whim he gaz’
d, a gallant dredInHaunting robes above the r efit,
W ith awfulaccent cry‘
d ;
What m or talof awr etched m iner,
Whore fighs infeét the balm y wind,
Has her e pr efum‘
d to hide ?
At this the fwain, whofe venturoue foulNo fear s of m agic ar t control,
Advanc‘
d inopenfight 3Nor have I caufe of dr eed , he (aid,W ho view, by no pr efum ptionled,
Your revels of the night."Twas gr ief, for fcom of faithful love,W hichntade m y flepaunweeting r ove
Am id the nightly dew .
"
’Tis well, the gallant cr ies again,
W e faigies never injur e m en
Who dar e to tellus true.
’3
Exah
P A R N E L L‘
S P O E M S .
Exalt thy love- dejeéted hear t,
Be m ine the tafk , or er e we par t,
To m ake thee gr iefi r efign;
Now take the pleafure of thy chaunce ;W hilfi I w ithM ab, m y par tner , dhunce,
Be little M able thine .
"
He (poke, and all a (uddenthereLight muhe floats inwantonair ;
The m onarch leads the queenThe r eft their fairy par tner s foundAnd M able t r im ly tr ipt the ground
W ithEdwinof the Gr een.
The dauncing pelt, the boar d“was laid ,
And filter fuch a feait was m ade,A s hear t and lip defir e,
VVi thouteh hands the d ilhes fly,The glafl
'
es w ith a wi th com e nigh,
And wi th a w ith r eti re .
But, now to pleafe the fairy k ing,Full every deal they laugh and flag,
And antic feats dev ife ;
Som e wind and tum ble like anape,And other fam e tranfmute their fhape
InEdwin’
s wonder ing eyes .
Till one at lafi, that Robinhight,
Renown’
d for pinching m aids by night,Has bent him up aloof 5
A’
F A I R Y T'
A'
L E .
End fullagainft the beam he flung,Whereby the back the youth he hung
To fprauLunneath 'the roof;
From thence, Réver feqny charm , he cr ies,
And let it fair ly new falfiee
The gam bolhas beenihown.
But Ober onanfwer s wi th a fm ile,Content thee l dwinfor awhile,
The vantage is 4 hine own.
Here ended all_
'
the phantom ~
p]ay ;They finelt theffd h appr oach of day,
And hear d'
a cock to cr ow ;
The whir ling w ind that bor e the crowd
Has elapp‘
d the door , and whittled loud,To warnthem all- to go .
Thenfcr eam ing allat once they fly,And allat once the taper s dye
Poor Edwinfalls to floor ;Forlornhis (late, and dar k the place,
W as nev er w ight infuch a cafe
Thr ough all the land before .
But foonas DanApollo t ofe,
Full jolly cr eature hom e he goes,
He feels hisback the lefs ;
His honefi tongue and (teady m indHad r id him of the lum p behind ,
W hich m ade him want fuccefs .
gs P A R N E L L'S P O E M Sé
W ith lufiy livelyhed he talk s,He feem s a daunciNg as he walks,
His Rory foontook w indAnd beauteous Edith fees the youthEndew
’
dwi th e'
ou'r agé, Tenfe, ahd truth,W ithout abunchbehind .
The fie ry told, Sir Topaz m ov’
d,
The youth of Edi th er lt approv’
a,To fee the r evel feche 3
At clore bf eve he leaves his hom e,
And wends to find the ruin’d dom eAllOnthe gloor
'ny plain.
As there he hides , it fo befell,
The wind cam e m illing downadell,A (bak ing Raia
’
d the wall;
Up fpr ing the taper s as befor e,
The fair ies bragly foot the floor ,And muhe fills the hall.
But cer tes forely Rink withwoeSir Topaz fees the Elphinthew,
His fplr i'
ts inhim dye
W henOber oncrys, A m anis near ,
A m o r talpailion, cleeped fbar ,
Hangs flagging inthe lky .
W ith that Si r Topaz , haple'
fs ybuth'Inascents faulter ing, a
‘
y for m th,
lamest: them pity gaunt ;
3. P A R N E L'
L’
S . P O E M S.
Let (befe lov e 1 01 0, whonewer locu’
d befor e ;LW W h afwtm M
’
dn r m hove tbc wor e.aS‘hC paints the purple year w ithtvary
’
d (how,
Tips them p m , . and m ak es the blofi'
om glows
She m ak a j xeturgid buds rece ive the breez e,Expand to leaves, and thade the naked trees .
W hengethening dum ps the m ifiy nightsm ,
She fpr inhlee all the m om wi th balm y dew: 5
Br ight trembling pear ls depend at every (pray,And. k ept from falling, feem to fallaway.
A glofl'
y freihnefs hence the r ofe r eceives,
And bluihes fweet thr ough allher hik enleavesThe d r ops. defeendint hrongh. the filent night,
W hile {tars ferenely r oll thei r goldenlight)Olofe till the m orn, her hum id veil (he holds ;The».deekt with. vi rginpomp the flower unfolds .Soonwillthe m m 'ningblnih; yem aids prepare.
lmr d ygarlm bindy mm flowhg lmk s’Tis Venus}, plant : e the bloodfair Venus.fli ed,O
'
er thefgay beauty pam‘d immm al red 3
Fr om Love’
s (oft -k ifs a fweet ambrofial (m ell
W as taught for ever onthe leaves to dwellFrom gem s, from flam es; . from or ient 'r eye wof light;
The rieheflihfi e m bes her purple br i ght“; cAnd (hem ean wai t s the fpor ting gale
Unties her eunto, thebutfis the verdznt y eils .
Through allher fweste- the r ifling lover fli s ,
Anduahe lbrm thes. her glowing fir es ar ife .
Let the]? 101mm ,swi mm ar la‘v
’
d befor e ;Let tbaj e wbc always lom
‘
em low tbe won
I
THE V I G I -L o r ve nue. 3:
Now fai r Dione to the m yrtle grove
Sends the gay Nym phs, and fends her tender love.
And (hell they venture ? Is it fafe to go,While Nym phs have hear ts, and Cupid wear s ; bow)Yes, fafely venture, ‘
tis his m other'
s will;Hewalk s nnarm
’
d , andundefigning ill,His tor ch entin&, hi s quiver nfelefe hung,His ar r ows idle, and his bowunfirnng.
And yet, .ye Nym phs, beware ; hi s eyes have charm s,And love that
’
s naked, hill is love inarm s .
Let thafalov e now ,«who xm r bv
’
d bd'
er e ;
let the]: w ho always. Ia'v‘
d , am Jove ll: m e.
From -Venus’ bower to D dh’
s lodge repair s
A virgintraincom plete with m odefi air s z
ChafleDelia. grant our (nit ! er {bunthe wood,Nor th inthi s f
'
eered lawnwithwfavageblood .
Venus, Q Delia ! if lhe t ould perfe ade,W ould aflt thy prefence, em ight lhe alt} maul."
Here chearfnlquir es fo r three sufpieionenightsW ithfengs pr olong thq pleal
'ur ahle r ites-Here cr oudm inmeafii re lightly~ decent rave ;
Or feel: by pair s the severest the grove,sW her e m eet ing greens fer arbour s ar ch above,And m inglingAem ts (brow the fcenes of love,Here dancing Cues M es her goldeniheam ;
Here Bacchus r evels, d ech’
d w ithviny leaves 3J i m : W it
’
s enchantingGad“inlav re i ewwn’
d;
W akes all the rar i ih‘
d -hour s wi th fi lver found .Ye fields, ye for efis, ownDione
’
s reign,
3a,P
‘
O E'
M ES.
Let tbofe larvanow ,fwbam fver low
’
d befor e,
Let tbqfe cwbo alw ay s larv
‘
d, new lows tbc m or e.
Gay with the bloom of allher opening year ,
{r ha eenat Hyblabid s her thr one appear ;
And there prefides ; and ther e the'favour ite band
l{Her i'
m iling graces.) {hare the gre at com m and .
.Now, beauteous Hybla ! d r efs thy howery bedsW ith all the pri de the lav iih feafonfl ieds 5
Now sll. thy colour s, all thy fragrance yield,
And r ival Enna’
s ar om atic field .
To fill. the p refence of the gentle cour t,From every quar ter ruralnym phs r efor t .F rom wo
'ods, fr om m ountains, from thei r humble vi le
From water s end ing w ith the wantongales .
Pleas’
d w ith the joyful train, the laughing queenInc ircles feats them r ound the bank of greenAnd , Lovely gi rls, the whifpens, guard your heatM y boy, though fir ipt of arm s, abounds inarts.Let tbq/e losveum , w bmnw erlaw
’
d befor e ;Let tboj e ¢wbaai rway : law
’
now lov e (be m or e.
Let tender grafs inihaded alleys fpread,Let early flower s e reé
'
t their painted head,
To - m or r ow’
s glory be to- m or row feen,
That day, old Ether wedd ed Ear th ingree
The vernalf ather bid the Spr ing appear ,I nclouds he coupled to pr oduce the year ,The fap defeending 9
’
er her bolbm ran,And alLthe var ious for ts of foulbegan.
By wheelsunknownto fight, by fecret veinsD illilling life, thefm itfulgoddefsxeignfi.
a Thr ou
THE V I G I I '. OF VENU'S
Throughall the lovely r ealm s of native day,Through all the ci r cled land , and cir cling (es ;Withfer tile feed the fill
’
d the per v ious ear th,And ever fix’
d the m yfiic ways of bi rth.
Let tboj ? low fl ow ,cwbo newer
Let Ibo]? cwba alw ays Iow’
d, uo-w 1031 1 : 117: m or e.
’
Twas ihe the par ent, to the Latianihor e
Throughvar ious danger s T i oy’
s r em ainder bore .
She wonLav inia for her war like (on,And, winning her , the Latianem pi re won.
She gave to M ar s the m aid , uhofe honour ’d wom bSwell
’
d with the founde r ol's im m or talRom e .
Decoy’
d by (hows , the Sabine dam es (he led ,
And taught our v igor ous youth the way to wed .
Hence fprung the Rom ans, hence the race divineThr ough whichgr eat C—sefar d raws hi s Julianline.
Let tbs]? 1m now ,rwbanewer lau’d befor e ;
La16912 M a'
alcway t Iafu’d , new low: tbc m or e.
Inrural feats the foulof pleafur e r eigns 5
The life of Beauty fills the rural fcencs ;Ev
’
nLove ( if Fam e the truth of Love declar e)Dr ew fir it the br eathings of a r uralair .
Som e pieafm g m eadow pregnant Beauty pr eli ,She laid her infant ou- i ts flowery br eafi,
From Natur e ’
s fweets he figp’
d p the fragrant dew,
He fm il’
d , he ki fs’
d them , and by k ifling gr ew .
Let the]? Iowanow ,¢wbonewer Iow
’
d befor e ;Let tbofe «who alw ay s lom
’
d , now [w e tba m or e.
Now bulls o ’
er (talk s of broom extend the ir tides,Secure of favour s from thei r lowing bi idcs.
D
54 P A R N E L LT P o nM se
Now fiately ram s their fleeey confor ts lead ,
W hQbleating follow thr ough the wahder ing made».And now the Goddefs bi ds the bir ds appear ,
Raife all their mufic, and falute t he yearThendeep the fwanbegins, and deep the fong‘
Runsne'er the water where he fails alongW hile Philom ela turns a tr eble (train,And from the poplaiz charm s the lifiening plain.
W e fancy love exprefi at every note,
I t m elts , it warbles , inher liquid throat .Of barbar ous Ter eus (he com plains no m or e”
But tings for pleafur e, as for gr ief before .
And {tillher graces r i fe, her airs extend ,
And all is filence till the Syr enend .
How long incom ing is m y lovely Spr ing
And when{hall I and‘
whenthe l'
wallow ling ?
Sweet Philom ela, ceafe z—Or her e I fit,
And filent lofe m y r apturous hour of w it’Tis gone, the fit r etir es, the flam es decay,
M y tunefulPhoebus fl ies averl‘
e away .
His ownAm ycle thus; as flor ies run,But once was filent, and that onceundone .
Let ibe/e lame nmw,cwbonewer lw
’
d befor e ;
Let tboj e «wbaalways lofu’d, aofw law tbe m ar e.
H OM ER
38 P A R N E L L ’
S
Jf wor thy, fr iendihip, profi‘
er‘
d fr iendfhip tak e,
And enter ing v iew the pleafurable lake ;Range o
’
er m y palace, inm y bounty (har e,And glad r eturnfr om hofpitable far e
This hlver r ealm extends beneath m y fway,
And m e, their m onar ch, all its Fr ogs obey .
G r eat Phyfignathus I , . fr om Peleus" race,Begot infai r Hydr om ede
’
s em br ace,
W here, by thenuptialbank that paints his fid e,The fw ift E r idanus delights to glide.
Thee too, thy form , thy lb'
ength, and por t, proclaim
A {cepte r‘
d k ing 5 a fonof m ar tial fam e ;
Thentra‘
ce thy line, and ai d m y guefl ing eye s .
‘
Thus ceas ‘
d the Frog, and thus the M onfe r eplies .
Knownto the gods , the m en, the bi rd s that flyThr oughw ild expanfes of the m idway thy ,M y nam e r efounds ; and if unknownto thee,
The foulof gr eat Pfycarpax lives inm e .
Of brave Tr oxar tas line, whore flecky down
Inlove com prefs’
d Lychom ile the br own.
M y‘
m other the, and pr incefs of the plains‘
W her e - e‘
er her father Pternotraétas r eigns .
'Bo rnwher e a cabbinlifts its airy fhed ,
W i th figs, w ithnuts, w ith vary'
d dainties fed .
But, fince our natur es nought incom m onknow,
,From what foundationcana fr iend ihip growThere curling water s o
’
e r thy palace r oll5
But m an’s high fbod flippor ts m y pr incely foulIn vainthe c i rcled loaves attem pt to lye
tConceal’
d inflafltets from m y cur ious eye.
"P A‘
R 'N E L Lv s P'
O s-
M - s.
But trufi: thyfelf wher e wonder s aflt thy v iew ,
And fafely tem pt thofe fees, I‘
llbear thee through tA fcend m y ihoulder s, firm ly keep thy feat,And r eachm y m ar ihy cour t, and feafi inRate.
He l'
aid , and bennhis back wi th ni m ble boundLeaps the
'
light M oufe, and clafps his arm s around,Thenwonder ing floats, and tees w i th glad fur veyThe w inding ibank s r efem bling por ts at (ea.
But whenaloft the curling water r ide s,
And wets w ith azure wave hi s downy fides,His thoughts gr ow confcious of appr oaching woe,I -I is idle tear s wi th vainr epentance fiow ,
His lock s he r ends , his t r em bling feet he e r ear s,
Thick ~beats .his ,hear t w ithunaccufiom ’
d - fear s 5
He fighs, and , chilli d w ith danger , longs for {har e
H is tail extended form s a fruitlefs oar ,Half d r enoh
’
d inliquid deathhis pr ayer s he (pales ,And thus bem oan’d him fr om 'the d readfullak eSo pafs
’
d Eum pae through the sapid fea,
Tr em bhng and fainting all the ventur ous way;W ith oar y feet the bull tr ium phant rode ,And fafe in.Cr ete d epos
'
d his lovely load .
Ah, fafe at lait, m ay thus the Fr og fuppor tM y tr em bling lim bs to r each his am ple cour t !A s thus he for rows , «d eath ambiguous grows,Lo ! fr om the deep aW ater Hydr a r ole 5He r olls his fanguin’d eyes, his bofom heave},
A nd dar ts w i th a€tive rage along the waves .
«Confus ‘d the m onar ch fees his himng foe,
And d ives, to .lhunthe fable fatesbelow.
”BA'
I ETL E O F THE '
FR'
O G S, S&cm .’
?ForgetfulFrog ! the fr iend thy thoulder s bore,Unfkill
’
d infwim m i pg, floats rem ote from thore.
He grafps with fniitlefs hands to find r elief,Supinely falls, and gr inds his teeth with gr ief ;Plunging he link s, and i
’tm ggling
-m ounts again,And finks, and fi r ives, but fir ives w ith fate invain.Theweighty .m oifinr e clogs his hairy veft,And thus the pr ince his dying rage expr ell
Nor thou, that fii gg’
fi m e flounder ing from thy back,As from har d rock s r ebounds the flutter ing wrack ,Nor thou{halt Teape thy due, perfid ious k ing !Patfued by y engeance onthe fwifteft wing !At land thy fir ehgth could never equal m ine,At fea to conquer , and by craft, was thine .
Butheavenhas ’
Gods, and Gods have {catching eye"YcM ice, ye M ice, m y great avenger s r ifle !
This raid, he fighinggafp’
d , and gafping dy’
d,
.His death the young Lychopynax efpy’
d,As onthe flowery br ink he pafs
’
d the day,
Bzflt’
d inthe beam s, and loiter‘
d life away,
Loud ihr iek s the ~M oufe, his thr iek s the {har es repeat;Thenibbling nationlearnthei r hero
’
s fate
Grief, difm al gr ief enfues ; deep murmur s found,And thr iller fury fills the deafen
’
d ground .
From lodge to lodge, the fam ed heralds run,To fix their councilwith the r ifing fun;Whengreat Txoxar tas cr own
'
d inglory r eigns.And winds his lengthening cour t beneath the plains,Pfycarpax
’
father , father now no m or e!
For poor Pfycarpax lies rem otc from bore;
{ p' P A R N E L L ’
S P O E M—s e
Supine he lies ! the filent water s fiand,And no k ind billow wafts the chad to land
“
!
0 K
H EN r o ry- finger
‘
d m om had t ing’
athe d o
A r ound thei r M onar ch- m oure the nationeraSlow
'
r ofe the fover eign, heav’
d his anxious br eafl'
,”
And thus the council, fill’d w ith rage, add rell
For loft Pfycarpax much m y foul endur es,’
T i s m ine the pr i vate gr ief, the public your s.Thr ee warlike fons adorn
’
d m y nuptialbed,Thr ee fans , alas , before the ir father dead !
Our eldefi per ilh‘
d by the r avening eat,
A s near m y cour t the pr inceunheedful fat .Our next, anengine fraught w ith danger d rew,The
'
por talgap’
d,the bait was hung inv iew,
Dir e ar ts afl i l’t the t rap , the fates decoy,And m enunpity ing k ill
’
d m y gallant boy .
The laft, his country s hepe, his par ent 8 pr ide.Plim g d m the lak e by Phxfignathus, dy d ;Roufe all to war , m y fr iends ! avenge the deed ;And“Bleed that m onar ch, and hi s nationbleed .
His wor ds ine very br eafl infp ir’
d ,alar m s,
And carefiil‘
M ar s fupply’
d their half withar m s;
Inverdant hulls defpo il‘
d of all their beans ,The hulk in’
d war r io rs fiaIk‘
d along the plains
Quills aptly bound their bracing cor felet m ade,I ‘lac
‘
d with the plunder of acat they flay‘
d
OF THE FROG S, &c. g
The lam p‘
s round bofs affor ds them am ple (hield ;Large {hells of nuts their cover ing helm et yield ;And o’
er the r egion, with refleéted rays ,
Tallgr oves of needles . for their lances blaz e,Dreadfulinarm s the m ar ching M ice appear ;The wond er ing Fr ogs perceive the tumultnear ,Forfake the water s , thickeningf rom a r ing,And alk , and v hear k en, whence t the noifes fpr ihg.
W hennear the croud , dik losfd to public v iew,The valiant chief Embafichytm s d rew
The facr ed herald’
s fcePtr e grac'
d his hand ,
And thanhis wo rd expr efs’
d his k ing‘
s com m and 1Ye Frags ! theM icewi thvengeance fir
’
d ,‘
advance.And deck
’
d inarm our fluk e the lhining lanceTheir haplefs pr ince by Phyfignathus flain,Extend s incum bent onthe watery plain.
Then arm -
your hofi , . the doubtfulbattle try ;Lead f orth thofe 'Fr ogs that have the foul to d ie .The chief t etites, the croud the challenge heat,
And pneudly - fwelling yet perplex'
d appear
Much ~ they r efcnt, yet .much their -m onarehblam e,~W ho , r ifm g, {pok e to clear his d ainted f am e
a fr ietuis , I never fd r c‘
d the M oufe to death,Nor faw the gafying of his lateftbreath.
Be; vaint of youth, our ar t of fwim m ing tly‘
d,And, ventnr ous, - ia the lak e the wantondy
’
d .
To vcngeanee now'
by falfe appearance led,
They point thei r anger at m y gui ltlefs head ,But wage the r ifing war by deep dev ice,
And turnsa fe ty onthe cm fty M ice.
u.- P‘ O, E -M t
-s.
Younk ing d ir eéts the way ; m y thoughts, elateW ith hgpeso f conquelt, form defigns of‘
fate .
W her e high the bank s their. vedant fur faee heave,And the itsay ti des confine the fleepi ng wave,Ther e, near the m argin, clad inar m our br ight,Sufiainthe firfi i m petuous lhoek s ot
’fi
'
giht
Then, wher e the dancing feather jam s the cut},Let eachbrave iFm g.his o bv ious w e af f elt ;
Each, ltrongly grafping, headlong; plunge a foe,T illcountlefs cir cles whir l the lak e below ;
ZDownlink the NI ice iny ielding water s d rown’
d ;
Loud flalh the water s ; and t he {hares r efound :
Twhef r ogs t r ium phant h ead the conquer’
d plain,
And raife their glor iousvtr ophies of the (lain.
He fpak e. no m or e, hi s pm dent feltetne i m par ts
R edoubling ar dom ‘
to the boldefth ear ts .
G r eenwas the fuit his arm ing heroes chofe,A r ound the ir legs the greaves of m allows clofc ;G reenwere thebeets about the ir . lhoulder s laid ,And gr eenthee olewor t, which t he tar get m ade.
Form’
d of the var -y’
d J hells the waters yield ,
Their glofl'
yh elm ets gliften’
d o’
er the , field s
And taper ing fea- r eeds for the polilh’
d fpear ,
W i thupr ight o rder pier c’
d the ambient ai r .
Thus dr efs‘d for war , they tak e th‘
appointed-heigl
Poi z e the long arm s, and urge the prom is‘
d fight .
But now, where Jovefs i r rad iate fpires ar ife,W i th {tar s furxounded inz ther ialflt ies ,(A folem a councilcall‘d ) thebr az engatesUnbar ; the Gods airtim e their goldenfeats :
45 P‘
A R N'
E L L ’
S P‘
O'
E M'
SS
Inthis their teeth a thoufand br eaches tear ,The thoufand breaches lk ilful hands r epair ,For which, v ile ear thly dunns my daughter gr ieve(The Gods, that li fe no coin, have none to give
And learning’
s Goddefs never lefe canowe,Negleéted learning gains no wealthbelow).
Nor let the Frogs to w inm y fuceour (he ,Thore clam orous fools have 1011 m y favour too .
For late, whenall the confl iét ceas‘
d at night ,
W henm y
‘
firetch’
d finews wor k‘
d withe age r fight) ,
W hen, fpent w ith glor ious toil, I left the field ,And funk fo r {lum ber onm y {welling lhield 5,
Lo from the deep , r epelling fweet- r epofe,
W ithnoify croak ings half the nationr ofe
Devoid of r el’r, w ith aching br ow s I lay ,
T ill cock s pr oclaim’
d the cr im londawnof (lily .
Let all, like m e , fr om e ither holt forbear ,
Nor tem pt the flying fur ies of the (pear ;Let heavenly blood (or what for blood m ay flow)Ador nthe conquefi of a m eaner foe .
Som e dar ing M oufe m ay m eet the wondr ous odds,Though Gods oppof
e
, and brave the wounded Gods,O
’
er gilded clouds r eclin’
d , the danger v iew,
And be the war s of m or tal feches for you.So’m ov
’
d the blue - ey’
d Q een; her words perfuade,Great Jove afi
'
ented, and the re“obey’
d .
B OO K
I ATT I J : o r THE m os s. an. 4,
B O O K
0 W fr ont to front the m ar ching arm ies thine,Haltm they m eet, and form the le ngtheningline a
The chiefs, eonfpicuous [em and hear d afar ,
Give the loud fignal to the rulhing war ;Their dreadful trum pets deep - m outhfd hornets found,The found ing charge r emurmurs o
’
er the ground,Ev
’nj o ve proclahns a field. of ho r rop nigh,
And rolls low thund er through the tr oubled thy.
Firfi: to the fight large Hypliboas flew,
And brave Lychenor with a javelinflew.
The luek lefs war r ior , . fill’
d w ith generous flam e,Stood fo r em olt glitter ing inthe pollof fam e
W hen, inhis liver fiw eh, the javelinhung,The M onte fell thunder ing, and the target rung ;Prone to the gr ound , he link s his cloting eye,
And fo il’
d indull his lovely tr efi'
es lie .
A (pear at PelionTroglodytes caff,
The m iflive fpear w ithinthe bofom pail ;
Death’
s fable ihades the fainting Fr og fur r ound,And life
‘
s r ed tide runs ebbing fr om the wound .
Embafichytr os felt Scutlz ns .
’
dar t
Tmnsfix, and quiver inhis panting hear t ;But great A r tophagus aveng
‘
d the (lain,
And big Scutlaeus tum bling loads the plain,And Polyphonus dies, a Fr og r euown’dFor boaftful fpeeeh and turbulence of found ;
4s
Deep through the belly pier c’
d , fupine he lay ,And br eath
’
d hiSi fOlll againft the face of day .
The firong Lym nochar is, who v iew’
d w ith irc c
A viétor tr ium ph, and a fr iend expir e ;
W ithheav ing arm s a r ocky fragm ent caught,And fier cely flungwher e Troglodytes fought(A war r ior ver e
’
d inar ts, of fur e retr eat,
But arts invainelud e im pend ing fate);Fullonhis finewy neck the fragm ent fell,
And o’
er his eye- Iids cloud s eternaldwell.
Lychenor (fecond of the glor ious nam e)Str id ing advanc
‘
d , and took no wander ing aim ):
Through all the Fm gs' the "fhining javel’infiie s, ~
And near the“
vanquifh‘
d M oufe the v iétor d ies .
The d r eadful ftroke Cram bophagus afi'
r ight,
Longbr ed to banquets , lefs - inur ’d toHeedlefs he runs , and (tum bles o ’
er the fleep;
And w ildlyflounder ing flalhesup the d eepLychenor , following with a downward blow,
’
Reach’
d inthe lake hisunr ecover ’d foe ;Gafping he r olls, a pm p le l
’tr eam of blood
Diltains the fur face of the filter Hood 5
Through thew idewound the rufhing entrails thr ongs?And flow the br eathlefs car cafs floats along .
Lym nifius good Tyroglyphus alfails,Pr ince of the M ice that haunt the flowery wales,Lott to the m ilky fares and rural feat,He cam e to per ifh onthe bank. of fate.
The d read Pternoglyphus dem ands the fighfi.W hich tender Calam inthius (hum by flight,
3
BATTLE o r THE FROG S, Ste. 49
Dr ops the greentar get, fpr inging quits the foe,Glides thr ough the lak e, and fafely d ives below .
But dir e Pternophagus d ivides his wayThr oughbr eak ing rank s, and leads the dr eadfulday.No nibbling pr ince exceli
’
d infier cenefs m or e,
His par ents fed him onthe ravage boar ;
But wher e his lance the field w ithblood im brued,Swift as he m ov
’d Hyd rochar i s pur fued .
Tillfallenindeath he lies, a lhatter ing (tone
Sounds onthe neck , and crufhes all the bone .His blood pollutes the ve rdur e of the plain,And fr om his nofir ils bur lts the guihing brain.Lychopinax w i th Borbor ocates fights,
Ablam elefs Fr og , whom hum bler life delights ;The fatal javelinunr elenting flies,And dar knel
'
s feals thegentle Croalter’
s eyes .
Incens’
d Prafl'
ophagus, with fpr itely bound,Bear s Cnifl
'
od ioétes off the r ifing gr ound ,Thendrags him o
’
er the lake depr iv’
d of br eath,
And , downwar d plunging, link s his foul to death.But now the great Pfycarpax lhines afar
(Scar ce he fo gr eat whofe lofs pr ovok’
d the war );Swift to r evenge his fatal javelinfled,And through the liver (truck Pelufius dead ;B is fr eckled corpfe befor e the v ietor fell,
His foul ind ignant fought the fhades of hell.This faw Pelobates, and from the flood
Heav’
d wi thboth hands a m onftrous m afs of mud,The cloud obfcene o
’
er all the°
hero flies,
Dilhonour s his br ownface, and blots his eyes .
E Enrag'
d ,
50 P A R N E L L ’
S P O E M - S.
Enrag’
rl, and wildly fputter ing, from the ihor e
A fione, im m enfe of fiz e, the war r ior bor e ,
A load for labour ing ear th, whofe bulk to rail'
e,
Hilt s tendegenerate m ice of m oderndays .
F011 onthe leg ar r ives th‘
e crufhing woundThe Frog, fitpportlefs, w r ithes uponthe gr ound .
T'hus flulh’
d , the v ie'
tor war s w ith m atchlefs fo rce,
Till loud Craugafides ar r efl s his cour fe ,Hoar fe creak ing thr eats pr ecede ! w ith fatal (peed
Deep th‘
r ou'gh the belly r anthe pointed reed,
Then, fir ongly tugg’
d , r eturn’
d im brued w ithgore,And oh the pile his r eek ing entr ails bor e
The lam e Sitophagus, oppr efs‘
d w i th pain,
C r eepis from the defper ate danger s of the filain;
And w her e the d itches r iling weed s fupplyfr o fpr ead thei r lowly lhades beneath the fl y,
Ther e lurk s the filent Moufe r eliev ‘
d fr om‘
heat,And , fafe em bower
’
d , avoids the chance of fate.
B ilt here Tr oxar tas, Phylignathus ther e,W hi rlthe
'
dir e furies of the pointed fpear ;But wher e the foot ar ound i ts ankle plies,Tr ottai'tas wbhnds, and Phylignathus fl ies,Halts to the pool, a fafe r etr eat to find ,
And trails a dangling length of leg behind .
The M oufe fiillu’rges, fiill the Frag reti res,And half inan
'
guilh of the fl ight expires .
Thenpious ar dour young Pr emise s br ingsBetw ixt the for tunes of contend ing k ings
Lank harm le'
fs Fr og ! with for ces hardly gr‘
bwirh,
He dar ts the reed incombatnot his Own,xW hich.
3m“
P A ~R M r ]! L U S e O i 'M 5 .
He eeas’
d , reclining w ith attentive head,W henthus the glor ious God of com bats (aid
Nor Pallas, Jove though Pallas tak e the field,W ith all the ter ror s of her billing lhield
Nor M ar s him l’
elf, though M ar s inar mour br ightAfcend his
‘ ear , and wheelam idfi the fight ;Not thefe candr ive the defperate M oufe afar ,Or change the for tunesof the bleed ing war .
Let allgo for th, allheaveninarm s ar i fe,
O r launch thy ownr ed thunder fr om the fl ies,
Such ar dent bolts as flew that wondr ous day,W henheaps of Titans m ix
’
d w ith m ountains lay“;W henallthe giant - raee enorm ous fell,And huge Enceladus was hur l
’
d to hell.’Twas thus th’ arm ipotent adv is
’
d the Gods,
W henfrom his thr one the cloud - com peller nods,
Deep - lengthening thunder s runfr om pole to pole,
Olym pus tr embles as the thunder s r oll.Thenfw ift he whirls the -brand ilh’
d bolt ar ound ,And headlong dar ts it at the d ifiant ground ;The bolt d ifcharg
’
d inwrap‘
d w ith lightning fl ies,
And r end s i ts flam ing paffage thr ough the flt iesThenear th
’
s inhabitants , the nibbler s, thak e,
And Fr ogs, the dweller s inthe water s, quake .Yet {till the M ice advance their dr ead delign,
And the latt danger threats the cr eak ing line,
T ill Jove, that inly m ourn’
d the lofs they bore,
W ith firange afliltants fill’
d the fr ighted lhore.
Pour ‘d fr om the neighbour ingfiund, deform’
rlto xic
They m arch, a faddenunexpeaed crew !
9p P‘
A R‘
NJE I I IL’
S P O'
E'
M s
T O M IL F O P E.
0 pw fe, yet (tillwith due. r efpeét to praife,
A hard tr ium phant inim m or talbays,
The learn'
d to how , the fenfible com m end,
Yet (tillprefer ve the prov ince of the fr iend ,
W hat life, what vigour , mutt the lines requi re ?W hat m trfic tune them ? what
‘
affeé'
tionfire ?
0 m ight thy genius inm y bofom thine !
Thou{honld ’
ttnot fail of num be r s wor thy thine,The br ightefi ancients m ight at once agr ee
To fmg w ithinm y lays, and fing of thee .
Horace him felf would ownthoudofi excel
Incandid ar ts to play the cr itic well.
Ovid him felf m ight w ith to ling the dam e
W hom W indfor For efi fees a glid ing fir eam r
Oh hlver feet, w ith annualofier crown’
d ,
She runs for ever thr ough poet ic ground .
How flam e the glor ies of Belinda'
s hair ,
M ade by thy Mufe the envy of the Fair !
Lefe {hone the tr efl'
es E gypt’
s p r incefs wane,W hich fweet Callim achus fo fung before.
Her e cour tly tr efi'
es fet the wor ld at odds,
Belles war with Beaux, and whim s dek end for G
The new machines, innam es of r idicule,M ock the grave phr enz y of the chem ic fool.
But know ,“ye Fai r , 3 point conceal
’
d with ar t;
The Sylphs dud Gnom es are but awom an’s hear t
T O M R.
’
P O P E.
TheGraces {land infight ; a Saty r tr ain
Peep o‘
er their heads, and laugh behind the fcene .
InFam e’
s fai r tem ple, o’
er the boldcfi wits
Infllr in’
d onhigh the l'
aered V irgilhts,And fits inm eafur es , fuch as V i rgil
’
s MufeToplace thee near him m ight be fond to chufe .
How m ight he tune th‘
alternate r eed w i th thee,
Perhaps a Str ephont hou, aDaphnis he,While fam e old Dam on, o
’
er the vulgar w ife,Think s he defer ves , and thoud efer v ’
fl , the pr i z e.
Rapt w ith the thought, m y fancy reek s the plains,And turns m e {hepherd while I hear the (tr ains .
Indulgent nur fe of ever y tender gale,Parent of flower ets, old A r cad ia, hail !
Here inthe cool m y lim bs at cafe I (pr ead,
Her e let thy poplar s whifper o’
er m y head ,
Still fl ide thy water s foft am ong the nees ;Thy afp ip s quiver in abreathing br eez e,
Sm ile all thy vallies ineternal fpr ing,
Be hulh’
d , ye w ind s ! while Pope and Virgil ling.
InEnglilh lays, and all fublim ely gr eat,
Thy Hom er war m s w ith allhis ancient heat,
He lhines incouncil, thunder s inthe fight,And flam es with every feure of gr eat delight.
Long has that poet r cign'
d, and longunknown,Lik e m onar chs fpar kling on a difiant thron
Inall the m ajefiy of Gr eece r etir’
d,
Him lelfunknown, his m ighty nam e adm i r’
d ,
His language failing, wrap‘
d him r ound w ithnight,Thine, rais
’
d by thee, r ecalls the work to light .
E 4
SS
56 P A R N E L L ’
S P O E M S
So wealthy m ines, that ages long before
Fed the large r ealm s around w ith goldenoar ,W henchoak
'd by link ing hank s , no m ore appear ,
And fhepherds only fay, Thejm ines were here !
Should fom e r ich youth (if nature warm his hear t
And allhis projeéts {tand infor m’
d w ith ar t)Here clear the caves, ther e ope the lead ing vein5.
The m ines deteaed flam e w ithgold again.
How vaft, how copious, ar e thy new defigns t
How every muhe var ies inthy lines !
Stillas I r ead, I feel m y bofom beat,
And r ife inr aptur es by another'
s heat .
Thus inthe wood, whenl'um m er drefs
’
d the days,
W henW indfor lentus tunefulhour s of cafe,Our ear s the lark , the thrulh, the tur tle blefi;And Philom ela fweeteft o
‘
er the refi
The fhades r efound w ith fong O foftly tr ead !
W hile a whole feafonwarbles r ound m y head .
This to m y fr iend and whena fr iend inl’
pires,
M y filent harp its m after’
s hand r equir es,Shak es off the daft, and m akes thel
'
e rock s refound,For for tune plac
‘
d m e inunfer tile gr ound ;Far from the joys that w ith m y foulagr ee,Fr om w it, from learning, — far , oh ifar from thee lHer e m ofs -
gr owntr ees expand the fm allefi leaf 2
Her e half anacre’
s corni s half a lhcaf,
Here hills w ithnaked heads the tem pefi m eet,
Rock s at their fide, and to r r ents at their feet,O r laz y lakes , unconfciorus of a flood,W hofe dullbrownNaiads ever fleep inmud .
5a P A R N E L L ’
S r o a m s:
Jam repar at r ifus, jam furgit gratta v is i ts,
Jam prom it eultu, m i rac’
la latentia vultu.Pigm ina jam m ifce t, quo plus fua purpura glifeet,Et gem inans bellis fplendet m agi: fulgor ocollis .
Stant Lemur es muti , Nym phz intentique faluti,H ie figit z onam , capiti, locat ille cor onam ,
Hue m anicis fo rm ant, plicis dat et alte ra Rm ;
Et tibi volBetty, tibi velnitidiflim aLetty !Glor ia fat‘lom m tem er é concedi tm ' horum .
H E A L T H. A N E C L O G U ]
OW ear ly fli ephe rds o’
er the m eadowpars,And yr int long footfieps inthe glitter ing gr :
The cow s neglefi fnl of their pafiune fiand,By turm obfequious to the m ilker ’s hand .
W henDam onfoftly tr od the (havenlawn,
Dam ona youth fr om ci ty car es w ithdr awn5
Long was the pleafing w alk he wander’
d thr ough,A cover
’
d arbour elos’d the dittant v iew 5Ther e r efis the youth, and , while the feather
’
glthro
Raife their w ild mufic, thus contr ixes a Iong.
Her e, waited o’
e r by m ild Etefianair ,
Thoucountry Goddefs, beauteous Health r epair 5
Her e let m y br eaft through quiver ing tr ees inhale
Thy r ofy blcllings w i th the m orning gale .
W hat axe the fields, or flower s , or all I fee
Ah tafielcfs all, if not enjoy’
d w ith thee.
Joy to m y foul ! I feelthe Goddefs nigh,
The face of matut e cheer s as wellas I 5
HE A L T H. A H z e t o o v a. 5,
Mx the flat greenr efreihing breez es r tm ,
The fm iling dai z ies blow beneath the fun,Thebrook s -
runpur ling downw ith tilve r waves,The planted lanes rejoice w ith danc ing haves,The chi rping bi rds from all the oom pal
'
s rove
To tempt the tunefulechoes of the groveHigh funny fum m ite, M ply- lhaded dalea,
Thick m ofi'
y banks, and flowery winding val“.
W ith var ious profpeé'
t gratify the light,
And feather fix’
d attent ionindelight .
Com e,'
countr y goddefs, com e 5 nor thoufufiae,But br ing thy m ountain- fifier , Exer eife .
Call’
d by thy lovely voice, {he turns her pace,Her wind ing hornproclaim s the finiih’
d chace;She m ounts the rock s, the lleim s the levelp lain,Dogs, hawk s, and hor fes, etoud her early train.Her har dy face r epels the tanning wind.And lines and m elhes loo fely float behind
‘
.
All thefe as m eans of to il the feeble fee,But theft: ane helps
‘
to pleafur e io in’
d wi th thee .
Let Sloth lie fofiening t ill'highnoonindown,
Or lolling -fanher inthe fultr y town,Unner v’
clw ith refit ; and turnher owndifeafe,Or fofier other s inluxur ious cafeI mount the cour fer , call the deep - m outh’d hounds, »The foxunkennel'd fl ies to covert grounds ;I lead wher e (tags through tangled thickets tr ead,And lhake the faplinge «w ith their branching land 5I m ake file fanlm ns w ing theic airy way,M foat zto false, outloopitg fi ake their .pr ey.5
62 P A R N
Som e r oam the fcenes , o r turning eeafe to r oam ;
xPr elutling muli c fills the lofty dom e .
W hem thusa Fly‘
( if what aFly canfayDefer ves attention) r ais
‘
d the rural lay .
W her e late Am inm r m ade anym ph abr ide,
Joyful I flew by young Favonia’
s fide,
W ho , m indlefs of the faulting, went to tipThe balm y pleafur e of the filepher d
’
s lip,
I faw the W anton, wher e I fioop’
d to Pup,And half r efolv
’
d to «how m e ina cup ;T ill, brufh’
d by carelefs hand s, fi e finr’
d above :
Ceafe, Beauty, ecafe to vex a tender love .
Thus end s the youth, the buz z ing m eadow rung,And thus the r ivalv
of hi s mufic fung.
W henfuns by thonfands {hone onorbs of dew,
'
I wafted fdft with Z ephyie tta flew 5
Saw the cleanpail, and fought the m ilky cheat ,W hile little Daphne fe i z
’
d m y rovingSDear .
W t‘é tch that'
I was I m ight have warn’
d othe dam .
Yet fate indulging as the danger eam e .
But the k ind huntrefs left her free to (carAh ! guar d , ye . lover s, guard a m ifim fs m ore .
Thas from thef ern, whofe high pm joaing'im fi
'
The fleeting'
nationbent wi th dutky 'fwarm s ,
The fwains i thei r love ineal'
y muhe breathe ,W hentongues and tumult Runthe field beneadnBlack ants inteam s com e dar kening all
~the road,
S om e'
call‘ to m ar ch, antl-fim te to lift the load 5
They (tr ain, they'
labottr w ith incefiim t pam s ,
Q refs’
d by t he cumbrous weight of tingle g rains
T B‘
E rue s . AN E CLOGUE. 65
”
T he Flies ttruek hlent gaz e withwonder downaThe bufy burgher s r each their ear thy town;W her e lay the bur thens of awintery (tor e,And thenceunwear ied par t infear ch of m ore.
Yet one grave fage a m om ent‘
s fpace attends ,
And the (m all c ity’
s loftieft po int afeends,
\Vipos the falt dew that tr ick les downhis face,
And thus harangues them w ith the gravefi grace.
Ye fooliih nurfl ings of the fum m er air ,
Thefe gentle tunes and whining fongs farbm ;
Your tr ees and whifper ing br ee z e , your grove and k",Your Cup id
'
s quiver , and his m other'
s dove 5
Let Bards to hufinefs bend the ir v igorous wing,And ling but feldom , if they .lovc to lingElfe, whenthe flowerets of the {eafonfail,
And this your ferny lhade fo r thkes the vale ,Though one would fave you, not one grainof when},Should pay fueh fong fier s idling at m y gate .
He ceas’
d the Flies, inco r r igibly vain,Heard the M ayor
’
s {peech, and fell to hug again.
AN ELEG 'Y, TO AN OLD BEAUTY.
N « in, poo r nym ph, to p leaIe our youthful-tight
Youfleep incream and fr ontlets all the m ight,Your face withpatches foil, w ith paint repai r ,Drel
'
s w ith gay gowns , and Jhade w ith foreign-hair .~If trd th, infp ite of m anner s , mutt be told,W hy really fifty- five i s (om ething old .
Once youwer e young ; or one, whofe life ’
s fo longzShe .m ight .
-llar e‘sbom enayfi ddler , .
-fillt -m cm ng.
m‘
P'
A a N a t o E iM s .
And once, linee Envy‘
s dead befor e youd ie,The wom enown, youplay
’
d a {parkling eye,
Taught the light foot am od ith little tr ip,And pouted with the prettieit purp leTo fom e new charm er ar e the ro fes fled ,
sW hichblew, to dam afk all thy cheek wi th red;
Y outhe alls the Graces their to fix ther e r eign,
And .air s 'by thoufim ds fill thei r eafy train.
8 0 par ting Sum m er bids her flowe ry pr im e
A ttend the Sunto d refs Iom e for eignclim e,
(W hi le wither ing feal'
ons infuccefli on, her e,Suip j he gay gardens, and defo rm the year .
But thou, lince natur e bids, the world r elign,”Ti s now thy daughter
’
s daughter’
s tim e to thine.~W ith m ore add r efs, or fuch as pleafes m or e,
She runs her fem ale exer eifes o ’
er ,
«Unfur ls or elofes, raps or'
turns the fan,And fm iles, or bluthes, at the cr eature m an.W ithQuicker li fe, as gilded coaches pars,
Infid eling eour tefy the dr ops the glafs .
W i th better firength, onv ifit- days {he hear s"To m ount her fifty ‘fl ights of am ple Rai r s .
Her m ien, her lhape, her temper , eyes, and tm yA relure to conquer—for the rogue is youngAnd all that
’s m adly w ild, or oddly gay,
W e call it only p retty Fanny’
s way .
Let Tim e, that m ak es youhom ely, m ak e yout i
The fphere of w ifdom is the fpher e of age .
"H e true, whenbeauty dawns w ithe arly fire,And hear s the flatter ing tongues of felt delir e,
A6 -P- A R N E ~L L ’S P O E M S.
T m B O O K - W O R M .
0M E hither , boy, we‘
11 hunt to - day,
The Book - worm , ravening heafi of pr ey,
I’roductd by par ent Ear th, at odds,As Fam e repor ts it, w ith the Gods.
Him frantic hunger wildly dr ivesAgainfi a thoufand author s lives 8Through all the fields of w it he flie8 5Dr eadfulhis head wi th clufte r ing eyq ,
W ith horns w ithout, and tuflts iwithin,And fcales to fer ve him for a fltin.
Obfer ve him nearly, left he climb
To wound the Bard s of ancient time,O r downthe vale of Fancy go
To tear fom e m odernw r etchbelow.
Onevery corner fix thine eye,
Or tento one henips thee by .
See wher e his teeth a palfage eat
W e’
llr oul'e him fr om the deep r etreat.
But who the lhelter’
s for c’
d to‘give i
’Tis faer ed Vi rgil, as I live I
Fr om leaf toleaf, fr om fong to font ,He draws the tadpole form along,‘He m ounts the gilded edge before ,
He ’
sup, he feuds the oever o’er ,He turns,
’
he doubles, ther e he p13.And herewehavehim , caught at mt.
p ? A nunnn's r o a m s;
Thenlook’
d fo wife, befor e he knew
The bulinel'
s he was m ade to do ;
That, pleae’
d to fee withwhat a grace“
He gravely. (hew’
d his forward face,
Jove talk‘
d o£breeding him onhigh,
Anunder - fom ething of the lhy.
But ere he gave the m ightynod,W hich ever binds aPoet
’
s God
(For which his curls ambrofialmake,And m other Ear th’s oblig
’
d to quake) 3He faw old m other Ear th ar ife,
She flood oonfefs’
d befor e his eyes ;
But notw ithwhat we read (he wore,A cafile for a crownbefore,
Nor with long fir eets and longer roads
Dangling behind her , lik e com m odes
As yet withwreaths alone lhe dr elt,And trail
'
kl alandlltip -
painted velt.
Thenthiec lhe rais’
d , as Ovid*faid ,
And thr ice lhe how’
d her weighty head .
Her honour s m ade, Gr eat Jove, (he ery’
d,
This thingwas falhion’
d from m y fide
His hands, his hear t, his head , are m ine ;Thenwhat halt thouto callhim thine ?
Nay rather aflt , the M onar ch faid ,W hat boots his hand, his hear t, his head ;W er e what I gave rem ov
’
d away?
Thy par t’
s anidle lhape of clay .
Halves, m or e thanhalves ! ery‘
d honelt Cat
Your pleas would make your ti tles fair ,
zQ P A R N E B L'S P O E M S.
There pafs w ith m elanchaly (late,
By all the folem aheaps of fate,
And think , as foftly - lad youtreadAbove the venerable, dead,‘I
'
im e away , like tbee tbqy life paflkfl ,Jud tim efl ail be, tbaubau[bait nfia
Th‘
ofe with bend ing ofier bound,That nam elefsheave the crum bled ground;(mick to the glancing thought difclofe,W here toiland poyer ty r epofe .
The flat fm ooth (tones that bear ah am ey
The chifl'
el’
s (lender help . to fam e
(W hich er e our fet. of fr iends decayTheir fr equent fieps m ay wear away);A m iddle race of m o r tals own, ,
M en, half am bitious, allunknownThe m arble tom bs that r ife onhigh,
W hofe dead invaulted ar ches lies.
W hore pillar s fwellwi th fculptur’
d (tones,Arm s, angels, epi taphs, and bone s,There, all the poor . r em ains of Rate,
Adornthe r ich, or praife the great ;
W ho, while onear th infam e» they live,
A r e fenfelpfs of the fam e they give .
Ha ! while I gaz e, pale Cynthiafades;
The bur fting ear thunveils the thadesAllnow, and wan, and wrap
’
d wi th thr ow ,
They r i fe invifionary etondo,
And allw i th fohet accent cry,
7 5m , mor tal, wbat it i: to die.
A S I GHT - P I ECE ON D EA TH. 1 7
Now from youblack and funeral yew,
That bathes the cham el- houfe w ith dew,M ethink s, I hear a vo ice begin;
(Ye ravens, ecafe your cr oak ing din,Ye tolling clock s, no tim e refoundO
'
cr the long lake and m idnight ground 2)I t fends a peal of hollow groans ,
Thus fpeak ing from am ong the bones .
W henm enm y fcythe and dar ts (apply,
"How great a King of fear s am I I‘I
’
hey v iew we like the Jail of things ;They m ak e, and thenthey d raw , m y fir ings.
Fools ! if youleft p r ovok fd your fear s,No m or e m y fpeétre
- fonnappear s .
Death ‘0but a '
peth that mullbe trod.If m anw ould ever pars t oG od z
A port of calm s , a Rate to cafe‘From the rough rage of (welling feat .
W hy thewthy dowing fable fiolee,Deep pendant cyprefs, m ourning poles,Lool
'
e fcaxfs to fall athwar t thy weeds,Long pails , d rawnhear fes, cover
’
d Reeds,
And plum es of black , that , as they tr ead,
Nod o’
er the’
fcutcheons of the dead !
Nor canthe par ted body know ,
Nor wants the ‘foul, theic form s o f woe ;
As m enwho long inpr ifondwell,W ithlam ps that glim m er round the veil,W hene’er their fufi'
er ing year s are run,“Spr ing fotjth
-to gseet the glittedng tun
m YMN"r o com NTM ENT.
«nThe filent hear t, which gr ief ali
'
s ila,
Tread s lbft and lonel'
om e o’
e r the vales ,
Sees dailies open, r iver s run,And feck s (as I have vainly done)Amufing thought ; but learns to knowThat Solitfl de
‘
e the natfe of woe .
No real happinefs is foundInt railing purple o
'
er the groundOr ina foul exalted high,To range the c i rcui t of the Iky,tConrver fe w ith {tar s above, and know
'
AllNature inits fo rm s below ;
The re ft it reeks , infeek ingd iés,And doubts at lafi for knov'vledge r ife.Lovely, lafiing
~
peace, appear !
This wor ld itfelf, .if thouar t he re,Is once againwithEdenvblefi,
And m ancontains it inhis breath’
Twas thus, as aw : {bade I r itoal,
I fung m y w ithes to the wood ,And, loft inthought , no m or e pit ted ?“The branches whifper as theyw av
‘
d s‘
I t feem’
d as all the quiet placeConfefs ’d the pr efence o£his grace.
W henthus {he {poke—Go rule thywill.Bid thy wi ld pallions all be (till.Know q —lnd br ing. thy hear t m MThe joys which from r eligionflow 3
Thenever y grace {hallprove its guefi,And I
’
llbe there to crowntheufi
(go P A R N E L L’
S P O E M S.
Oh ! by yonder m ofl'
y feat,
I nm y hour s of fweet retreat ;M ight I thus m y foul em ploy,W ith fenfe of grat itude and jOYtRais
’
d as ancient prophets were ,Inheavenly vifiou, p raife,‘ and pr ayer ;Pleafmg allm en, -hur ting none,Plea
’
s’
d and blefs’
d w ithGod alone
Thenwhile the gardens take m y tight,W ith all the colour s of delight ;W hile filver water s glide along,
To pleafe m y ear , and cour t m y fongI'
lllift m y voice, and tune m y fir ing,And thee, great Sour ce of Natur e, ling.
The funthat walk s his airy way,To light the wor ld , and give the day ;The m oonthat thines w ithbor row ‘
d light ;
The Rar e that gild the gloom y night ;The feat fi at rollunnum ber ’d waves ;The wood that fpr eads its {hady leaves ;The field whofe ear s conceal the grain,
The yellow treafur e of the plain;Allof there, and all I fee,
Should be fung, and fangby m e
They (peak their M ak er as they can,But want and all: the tongue of m an.
Gd‘earch among your idle dream s.Your bufy or your vainext ream s 5
And find a life of equalblifs,Or ownthenextbeguninthis .
T H E H E R M I T‘
FAR inawild, unknownto public view,From youth to age a reverend Herm it grew ;
The m ofs hi s bed. the car e his humble cell,His food the fruits, his dr ink the etyflalwellsRemote from m en, w ithGod he pafs
‘
d the days,Prayer allhis bufinefs, allhis pleafune praife.A life fo facr ed , fuch fer ene repofe,
Seem‘
d heavenitl’
elf, till one fnggefiionrofe ;That v ice lhonld tr ium ph, vi r tue v ice obey,This fp rnng fom e doubt of Providence
’
s fway s
His hopes no m ore a cer ta inprofpeét boat ,
And all the tenour of his (001 is lollSo whena fm ooth expanfe r eceives im prek
Calm natur e's im age onits“
watery break ,
Downbend the banks , the tr ees dependinggrow,
And flties'
beneath with anl‘
wer ing colour sglow 3
But if a {tone the gentle fea d i vide,Swift ruflling cir cles our ! onever y tide,And glim m er ing f ragm ents of abrokenfun,Bank s, tr ees, and flties, inthick d iforder run.
To clear this doubt, to know the wor ld by fight,
To find if book s , or fwains , repor t it r ight,
(For yet by fwains alone the world he knew,
W hole feet cam e wander ing o’
er thenightly dew)He quits his cell; the Pilgr im o flafl
'
he bore,
And fix’
d the fcallop inhis hatbefore ;G
82. P A 3R N E L L'
S P O -E M S.
Thenw ith the funa. r ifing journey went,Sedate to think , and watching ehch event
'
.
The m om was waited inthe pathlsfs grafs ,
And long and lonefom e was the w ild to pafs
But whenthe fonthernfunhad warm’
d the day,
A youth came -
pofiing o’
er a er cfling way 1°
His raim ent decent, his com plexionfair ,
And foft ingraceful r inglets wav’
d his hai r .
Thennear approaching, Father , hail! he ery’
d,
And hail, m y Son, the r ever end Sire reply’d ,
W ord s follow’
d words, from queltionanfwer floviAnd talk of var ious k ind deceiv ‘
d the r oad ;
Tilleachwith other pleas’
d , and loth to par t,
W hile intheir age they d iffer , joininhear t;Thus {lands anaged elm inivy hound,Thus youthful ivy clafps anelm around .
Now funk the fun; the. clofing hour of dayCam e onward, m antled o
’
er w ith fohet gr ey ;Natur e infilence hid the wor ld r epofiz ;W hennear the road a fiately palace rore
Ther e by the.
m oonthrough rank s of tr ees they pi
W hofe verdnr e crown’
d their naping {ides of grateI t chahe
’
d the noble m atter of the dom e
Stillm ade hi s hoofe the wander ing firanger’
s hon
Yet fiill. the k indnefs, from a thir lt of prail'
e,
Prov’
d . the vainflour ilh of expenfive cafe .
The pair ‘ar r ive the livery
’
d . fer vants wait ;
Their lord r eeeives them at the pom pous gate.The table gr oans with cofily piles of food,
And all is m ore thanhofpitably good.
r a-
R-
"
N'
z t: P b 11 1h s.
He fpoRe, and bid thewelcom e table fpread ,Thentalk of vir tue till the tim e of bed,
W henthe grave honlhold r ound his hall r epair ,W aru’d by abell, and clofe the hour s with prayer .At lengm the work! renew ’
d by calm repofe,
W as firong for toil, the dappled m orns tof'
e 5
Before the Pilgri m s par t, the younger em pt,Near the clos
‘
d cradle where aninfant flept,
And wr ith’
d his neck ; the Landlor d's little pr ide,
0 firange retum l grew black , and gafp’
d , and dy’
d.
Hor ror of hor ror s ! what ! his only (on!
How look'
d_
our Herm it whenthe fate! was done ;Not hell, though hell
’
s black jaws in(under par t,And br eathe blue fire, could m or e afl
'
ault his heart.Confns
’
d, and (truck with filence at the deed ,He flies , but tr embling fails to fly with fpeed .
H is Reps the Youth pur fnes5 the country layPerplex
’
d with r oads, a fer vant lhow’
d the way
A r iver crofs’
d the path5 the pafl'
age o’
er
W as nice .to fud ; the fervant trod befor e ;Long ar m s ot
'
oak s anopenbr idge fupply’
d ,
And deep the waves beneath the bending glide .
The Youth, who feem’
d to watcha tim e to fin,
Approach’
d the car elefs Guide, and thruit him itPlunging he falls, and t iling lifts his head,Thenhalbing turns, and link s am ong the dead.
W ild, (parkling rage inflam es the father’
s ey
I -Ie bur lts the bands of fear , and m adly cr ies,
Detefied wr etch l But fcar ce hi s fpeechbegsW henthe Grange par tner leem
’
d no longe r m :
T H E H E R M I T. si ,
Ilis youthful face grew m or e fer enely tweet ;His r obe turu’d whi te, and flow’
d uponhis feet;Fai r r ound s of rad iant points invefi his hair
Geleltial oeiour s breathe thr ough purpled ai rAnd w ings , whore colour s glitter
’
d onthe day,W ide at hi s back thei r gradualplum es difplay.The form ether ialbur li uponhis light,And m oves inall the m ajeli-y of lig ht .
Though loud at firfi the Pilgr im’
s palliongrew,
Suddenhe gaz‘
d , and willnot what to do ;Surpr ise in fecret chains his words fufpends,And ina calm his fettling tem per ends .
But filence here the beauteous Angelbroke(The voice of muli c ravilh
’
d as he (poke).
T hy p rayer , thy praile, thy life to viceunknown,Infweet m em or ial r ife befor e the throne
Thefe char m s, fuccefs inour br ight r egionfind,And for ce anAngeldown, to calm thy m ind 5For this , com m iflion'd, I for fook the llty,
Nay, eeafe to kneel—Thy fellow - fer vant I .
Thenknow the truth of governm ent divine,And let thefe (eruples be no longer thine.
The M aker juflly claim s that world he m ade,Inthis the r ight of Pr ovidence is laid 5
I ts l'
aered m aj elty through alldepends
Onufing fecond m eans to wor k his ends’Tis thus; w ithd rawnin(late from hum aneye,The Power exer ts his attr ibutes onhigh,Your aétions ufes , nor controls your will,And bids the doubting fons of m enhe (till.
G 4”W hat
i'
s P AR N E LL '
S P O E M S .
W hat fl range events can(tr ike with m ore forpr i'
se,
Than, thol'
e which lately (truck thy wonder ing eye»?Yet, taught by thefe, confefs th
’ Alm ighty jufi,And where youcan
’
tunr iddle. learnto trufi !The great, vainm an, who far
‘
d oncoMy food,W hole life was too luxur ious to be good 5W ho m ade his ivory hands w ith goblets 111 11111,
And tore’
d his gueli s to m orning draughts of wine,Has, w ith the cup, the gracelel
'
s cuflom loft,And (till he welcom es, but with lers of colt.The m ean, fufpicious wretch, whol
'
e bolted door
Ne'
er m ov’
d induty to the wander ing poor 5W ith him I left the cup, to teachhis m indThat heavencanblel
'
s, if m or tals willbe k ind .
Confcious of wanting wor th, he v iews the bowl,And. feels com pafliontouchhis grateful foul.Thus w ith m elt the fullenoar of lead ,
W ithheaping coals of fireuponits head 5Inthe k ind warm th the m etal learns to glow ,
And l_
oofe fr om d rol’
s the filver runs below .
Long had our pious fr iends inv i rtue tr od ,But now the child half- wean
’
d his hear t from God 5
(Child of his age) for him he liv’
d inpain,And m eal
’ur ‘d back his Reps to ear th again.
To what excell'
es had his dotage runIBut God , to fave the father , took the fon.
To 5111 11 11 1 thee, infits he feem’
d to go ,
(And’
t was m y m iniltry to deal the blow)The poor fond parent, humbled inthe dull.Now owns intear s the punilhm ent was jolt.
Pw '
r v , on Tue fl uent. n
The fcene m oves off. while all its ambient k yI s turn‘d to
_
wond rous mulie as they fly ;And [oft the{welling found. of w i t” .
And faint their foftnefs, tillthey failbelow,
M y downy fieep M m thof Phc hus broke,And while m y thoughts were fettling, thus I fpoke.Tbu'buuteons v ilionl onthe foul im prefs'd.W henm olt m y renfonwould appear to felt,‘Tm fine with pencils d ipt invar ious lightsSom e cur ious Angellimn
'
d thy (acted fights ;
From hluing lim e his rad iant gold he drew ,
W hile m oons the filver gave, and air the blue.
I‘
llm ount the rovihg winds expanded wing,And feek the facred hill, and light to ling ;
(‘
Tis knowninJewry well) I’
llm ake my lays,
Obedient to thy fum m ons, found withw ife .
But fiilll fear , unwarm ’
d with holy flam e,
I take for truth the flatter ies ef ad ream ;
Andbarely with the wondrous gift I bout,And faintly ptafi ifewhat defenes it m olt.
lndulgent Lord ! whol'
e gracious love d ifplaysJoy inthe light, and fills the dar k with cafe !Be this,
‘
to blel'
s m y days, no dream of blifs ;'Or be, toblefs thenights, m y dr eam s like thi s.
98 P A R‘
N‘
E L L‘
S r o E M 3.
OuNeptune’
s par t he plac'
d v iétor ious days,Gay tr ophies won, and fam e exmnding
-w it'
lq
But plenty, l'
afety, fcienoe; ants, and eafo,M iner va
’
s fcale w ith gr ea tenweight fupplyfl ,
Fier ce W ar devour s whom gentle Peace would ravSweet Peace r efior es what angry W ar defigoyp
'
W ar made foxPeace, w ith that rewards the brave
W hile Peace i ts pleafur es f r om itfelf enjoys
Hence vanquilh’
d Neptune to the feawithdr ew,Henge w ife M iner va m l
’
d A thenianlands ;Her A thens hence inar ts and honour s gr ew,
And (tillher Olives deck pacific hands .
From fables, thus difclos’d , a m onm h’
s m ind,
M ay form juft sales to chufe the truly gr eat,And fuhjefl s weary
’
d with difinefl’
es find ,W hore k ind endeavour s m olt befr iend the (hate
Ev’nB ti tainher e m ay tleam 'to placeher love,
I f cities won, her k ingdmnfs wealth have eofiI f Anna
’
s thoughts the patn'
ot fouls appr ove,W hofe .cares i
'
efior e that wealththewars had . lo,'
But if we alk , the m op l to d ifclofe,W hom her belt 'patm nefs Europa calls,
G r eat Anna’s title no exceptionk nows ,Andunagply
’
d -inthis the fable falls .
W ithher nor Neptune or M iner vav iesW hene’er the pleas
‘
d , her troops to conqnefi'l
W hene’
oer lhe pleafes, peaceful times ,ar ife
She gave the Hor l’
e, andlgi ves the Olive too.
P 99 1
DR: U'
ONN E ’
S TH I R D S AT I R E
V E R s I F I E D.
COM PASSION check s m y fplecn, y et fcom denies
The tear'
s a pfili'
age through m y l'
wclling eyes ;To laugh or weep at fins
’
, mi ght idlv {how
Unheedful paflion, or unfm i tfnlwoSatir e ! ar ife, and try thy fl iarper ways,
If ever fatir e cur ’d anold d ifeafe .
Is riot Religion(heaven- defcended dam e)As wor thy all our foul’s devoutcfi flam e,
As m oralV ir tue inher ear ly fway,
W hen the belt Heathens faw by doubtful dayAre not the joys , the prom is
’
d joys above,As gr eat and (lr ong to vanquilh ear thly love ,
As ear thly glory, fam e , r cqi eét, and lhow ,
As all rewards their v ir tue found below ?
Alas ! Religionpr oper m eans pr epar es ,
Thefe means ar e our s, and muff its end he their s 5
And {hall thy father’
s fpir it m eet the fight
Of heathen(ages cloath’
d inheavenly li ght,
Whore m er it of fir ié’
t life, fever ely fuitedToReafoh
’
s d i&atcs, m ay be faith im puted,Whilfi thou, to whom he taught the near er r oad,Art ever banifh
’
d from the blefi abode .
Oh'
! if thy tem per fizch a fear canfind ,
This fear wcr e valour of the noblcf’t k ind .
H D'
H'
ll
z oo P A R N E L L’
S P O E M S.
Dar’
fi thoupr ovoke, whenr ebel fouls afpi re,Thy M aker
’
s.
vengeance, and thy M onarch’
s i re,
Or live entom‘
b’
d in (hips, thy leader‘
s prey,
Spoilof the war , the fam ine , o r the fea ;'Iufear ch of pear l, indepth of oceanbr eathe,
Q r live , exil’
d the fun, inm ines beneath,
(Dr , where intempefis icy m ountains roll,Attempt a pall
'
age by thenor thernpole ?
O r ciar’
li thoupatch w ithinthe fir es of Spain,O r burnbeneath the line, for Ind iangainOr fo r fom e idol of thy fancy d raw
Som e loofe -
gown’
d dam e ; O courage m ad e of thatThus, defperate coward, would ’
ll: thoubold appeaYet whenthyGod has plac
’
d thee centry here, ,
To thy ownfoes, to his , ignoble yi eld ;
And leave, for war s forbid, th'
appointed field
Know thy ownfoes th‘
apoltate angel; he
Youftr ive to pleafe, the for em olt of the three ;
He m akes the pleafur es of his r ealm the bai t,
But canhe give for love that aéts inhateThe world
‘
s thy fecond love, thy fecoud foe,l9 world , whofe beauties per ilh as they blow,
They fly, the fades her fclf, and at the heft,Yougrafp aw ither
’
d (trum pet to your br eait ;The flelh is next, which infruitionwafies ,High flulh
‘
d w ith all the fent’ual joys it m ites.
W hi le m enthe fai r , the goodly foul defir oy,From whence the flelh has power to talte a j oySeek thouReligionpr im itively foundW cll, gentle fl iend , but where m ay thebe found !
m t: bONNE 's THI RD SAT l
'
RE . xa
By fai th im plici t blind Ignaro led,Thinks the br ight feraph fr om his country fled,And reek s her (eat at
‘
Rom e, hecaul'
e we know;She ther e was feena thoufand year s agoAnd loves her reliclt rags , as m enobeyThe foot - clot’h wher e the pr ince fat yelter day .
Thefe pageant form s are whining Obed’
s fcom ,
W ho feelt s Religionat Genevaborn,
A fallenthing, whofe coar fenefs fuits the crowd
Though young, unhandfom e ; though unhandfom qp r oud 5
Thus , w ith the wanton, fam e per ver fely judgeAllgir lsunhealthy but the country d rudge .
No fore ignfchem es m ake eafy Cz pio roam ,
The m'
ancontented takes his chur ch at hom e,Nay, thould fam e pr eache r s , fer vile bawd s of gain,Should fom e new laws , which lik e new fafllions r eign,Com m and his faith to count falvationty
‘
d,
To vifit his, and v ifit none befide
He grants falvationcentres inhis own,
And g ants i t centr es but m his alone ;
From youth to age he grafps the proffer’
d’
«Fam e,
And they confer his faith, who give his nam e
So from the guaulian’
s hands t he war ds, who li ve
Enthrall’
d to guardians , tak e the w ives -they give
From all pr ofeflions ear elel'
s Ai ry fl ies ,
For all pr ofefl ions can’
t Be good , he cr ies
And here a fault, and ther e another v iews ,h d livesunfiud for want of hea t to chufe g.
4 1 3
19s P A R N E L L'S N B O E M S,
80 m en, who know what fom e loofe gi rls have done,For fear of “ t ying fuch, willm ar ry none.
The charm s of allohfequious Cour tly (tr ike ;Oneachhe dates, oneach attends alike ,
And think s, as differ ent countr ies deck the dam e,The d r efl
'
es alter ing, and the (ex the fam e 3
So fares Religion, chang’
d inoutward (how,
But ‘
tis Religion(tillwhere’
er we go
This blindnel'
s fpr ings fr om anexcefs of light,
And m enembrace the w rong to chufe the r ight.But thouof for ce mutt one Religionown,
And only one, and that the r ight alone ;To find that r ight one, all: thy r everend fire,Let his of him , and him of his enquire ;Though t ruth and falfehood feem as twins ally
’
d,
There’
s elderlhip onTruth’
s delightful li de
li cr feck with heed -who feelt s the foundelt full;I s not of no Religion, nor the wor lt.
T’
ador e, or recruanim age, or proteli ,M ay allbe bad ; doubt wifely for the belt,‘
Twer e w rong to fleep, or headlong runafiray ;I t is not wander ing, to inquire the way.
Ona large m ountain, at the balis w ide,Steep to the top , and cragg at the tide,S its l
'
aer ed Tm th enthron’
d and he who m eanTo r each the fum m it, m ounts withwear y pain:W inds r ound and r ound, and every turnelTayt
W her e fucldcnbr eak s r efill: the {hot ter ways.Yet labour fo, that er e faint age ar r ive,'
I.
‘
liy fear ching foulpolfefshet relt alive 3
m e'
P A R N E L L ’8 P O E M S .
Eachflower or daiu‘d the m argins to adorn,Eachnative beauty, from its roots is torn,
And left ondefer ts, r ock s and (ands, are toll,
All the long travel, and inoceanloft.
So far es the foul, which m or e that power revenes,M anclaim s from God , thanwhat inGod inhetes.
T H E G I FT O F P O E T R Y.
R CM r ealm s of never - inter rupted peace,Fr om thy fai r fiatiounear the throne of Grace.
From choirs of angels, joys inendlefs r ound ,And endlefs harm ony
’
s enchanting found ,Charm
’
d w ith a z eal the M ak er’
s pr ail'
e to thaw,
B l ight G ift of Vcr fe defcend , and her e below
M y ravi fh’
d hea t w ith r ai s'
d afi'
eétionfill,
And warbling o’
er the foul incline m y w ill.Am ong thy pom p, let r ich expreflionwait,
Let ranglng num ber s form thy traincom pleat,
W hile at thy m otions over all the llty
Sweet fouutls, and echoes fweet, r efounding fly ;And whsl'e thy feet w i th gliding beauty tr ead ,Let Fancy
’
s flowery fyr ing er cét its head .
I t‘
com es, it com es, w ithunaccuttom ’
d light,
The trafi; of airy thought gr ow wondrous br ight,I ts notions ancient M em ory r ev iews,
Aud young Inventionnew dcfigns pur fues .To fom e attem pt m y w illand wilhes prefs,And pleafur c, rais
’
cl inhope, forebodes fuccefs .
M y God , fr om whom proceed the gifts divine,M y God 2I think I feelthe gift is thine.
“123 ! G I F T O F P O E T R Y.
Be this no vainj llufionwhich I find ,Nor nature’
s im polfe onthe paflive m ind,
But reafon‘s aét, produc’
oby good deli r e,
Bygrace enliven’
d wi th Celeltial Fi re 5
Whilebare conceits, like m ilty Ions of night,Before fuchbeam s of glory take their hight,
And frai l afl'
eétious, bornof ear th, decay,
Like weeds that wi ther inthe warm er ray .
I thank thee, Father with a gratefulm ind 8Man‘
sundefer ving, and thy M ercy k ind .
Iuow perceive, I long to ling thy prai re,Inow perceive, I long to find my lays
The fweet incentivés of anothe r ’s love,And fure
o
foch longings have thei r r ife above.
My refolut ionfiands confim’
d w ithin,My lines afpir ing eagerly begin5Begin, m y lines, to fuch a (object due,That aids onr labour s , and r ewards them too !
Begin, while CanaanOpens to m ine eyes,Where fools and fongs, divinely form
’
d, ar il'
e .
As one whom o’
er the fweetly- vary
'
d m eads
lutire recel's and lonely pleal'ur e leads,
r og
To verdur ’d bank s, to paths adom’
d with flower s,To lhady tr ees, to clofely
- waving bower s,Tobubbling fountains, and afide the (tr eam
That fottly gliding fooths a waking dr eam ,
of bears the thought infpi r’
d withheat along,Andwith
’
fair im ages im proves a fong 5Through facreclanthem s, l
'
o m ay fancy range;50$11 frombeauty, ii illto beauty change,
w P A RsN s L L'
s w enz M S.
How wildly thr eats their anger , liarlvl'
above,
New li t of -winfé onnew -comni ifi'
on‘move,To loofe the fietteils Jthat confin’tlmemain,A nd m ake its m ighty waters rage agaih.
"
Then, overwhelm?! with the ir r efi'filel}M ay,
They funk mic . lead, they funk beneath the fed .Oh, who
”
5 like thee, thouar caded Lor d of li t
Am ong the God s , whom all the nations boalt,Such acts of wond er and of {trength d ifplays
-O h gr eat,~Ohglo r ious inthine holy wh ys !
Defer ving praife, and that thy praife appear
. I nfigns o f r ever ence, and fenfc of fear .
W ith juttice arm’
tl, thou(tr etchedlt out thine hamAnd ear th betweenits gaping jaws of landR eceiv
’
d its 'wate rs of the par ted main,
And (wallow’
dup the dar k Egyptiantrain.
W ith m er cy r ifing onthe weaker title,
Thyfelf becam e the refcuedAn‘ inthy fi
'rength they paft th
’
am’
az ing m ad
To r each thine Holy M onti ; thy blefs’tlabode .
W hat then halt done the neighbour ing realm s
hear ,
And feel“the ltrange qaepor t
'excite thei r fear .
W hat thouhalt done lhallEdovm ’
s Duke am az e,t And m ak e defpair onPalefiina feiz e.
Shallm ake the war like forts ofM oabmak e,
And all the m elting hear ts of Canaanweak .
Inheavy dam ps, d ifi'us‘d onevery breafi
'
,
..Shallcold diftrul’t and hepelefs ter ror reil,
M o s it"
s. m
The m atchle ihGreatnefs , which thine Hand has thewn,Shall k eep thei r k ingdom s as nnm ov
’
d as fione,
W hile j o rdm sap. above, and fails below;And all tliy
'
floclt acr ofs the channelgo .
Thuonthy M e r cy’
s hlver - lhlning w itfg,
Through fees and fim am s thouwilt the nationbr it'lg.And as the r oote d tr ees fecur ely fiand .
So firm ly plant it inthe pr om is‘
d land ;
W hen fo r thyl'
elf thouw ilt a place pr epar e,And after - ages w ill thine altar r ear ,
Ther e r eignv ictor ious inthy fac r ed feat,Oh, Lor d !
’
for ever and for ever gr eat .
Look where the tyrant was but lately (ecu,The feas gav e backward, and he ventur
’
d in
Inyonder gulph with haughty pom p he fliew ’
d,
Here m ar clf'
d his hor fem en, ther e his char iots rode,And whenour God r efior
’
d the floods again,Ah, vainly fim ng l they per ilh
’
d m the m ain5But I fraelwent a dry furpr i z ing way,Made fafe by m i racles, am idfl the t
'
ca.
Her e ceas’
d the fong, though no t the Pr ophet’s joy,
W hich other s hands and others tongues em ploy ;For (till the lays , withwarm th divineexpr efi,Inflam ’d his hear er s to their inm ofi br eait.
ThenM ir iam 's notes the chorus fwéetly raire,
And °M ir iarn’
s~ timbr el gives ne wlife to prai re .
The m ov ing found s , like foft delicious w ind,Thatbneeth’
d from paradife, a pafi'
age hnd,Shed fym pathi es for odour s as they r oves
a
And fanthe - r ifings' of enk ind led ‘love
'
.
"a P A k r N E L L’
S P O E LI S.
O’
er all the er oud the thought infpir ing flew,The wom enfollow
’
d, with their timbr els too,And thus from M oles , wher e his (trains ar ol
'
e,
They catch‘
d a raptur e, to perform the cloth.
W e’
11 ling to God, we’
llling the tongs of praife,
To God tr ium phant inhis wond i ous ways,To God , whofe glor ies iuthe feas excel,W her e the proud horl
'
e and pr ouder r ider fell.
Thus I fr ael, raptur’
d w ith the pleafing thought,Of freedom wi fh
’
d, and wonder fully got,M ade chear ful thank s fr om eve ry bank r efound,Expr efs
’
d by fongs , im prov’
d inj oy by found .
Oh, l'
acned M ofes, each iufufing line,That m ov
’
d their gratitude, was par t of thine 5And {till the Chr i ttians inthy num ber s v iew,
The type of Bap tifm , and of Heaven too .
86 fouls fr om water r ife to gracebelow,
80 faints fr om to il to praife and glory go.
Oh,‘
gratefulM ir iam , inthy tem per wr ought,T00 warm for filence, or inventing thought 5Thy par t of anthem was to warble o
’
er ,
Tufweet r efponfe what -M ofes fung befor e.Thonledi’t the public voice to joinhis lays,And wor ds redoubling, well- r edoubled praife.Receive thy titlek pm phetefs was thine,
W henher e thy practice thew’
d thy form divine.
The foir it thus approv’
d, r elign’
d inw ill,
The churchbows down, and hear s r el'
ponl'
es ltill
Nor fl ightly fuffer tunefulJubal’
s nam e
To m ifs his place am ong the Ions of fame ;
m , P A R N E L L '
S P O E M S .
E r e the m eanfears of‘
want, produc‘
d within,Vainthought, r eplenilh
’
d , w ith rebellious (in.Oh look not, I frael, to thy form er way 5
God cannot fail5 and e ither wait or pray .
W ithinthe border s of thy pr om is’
d lands,
Lot‘
s haplefs w ife a firange example ltands ,She turn’d her eyes, and felt her changebegin”And wrath as her ce m ay m eet re fem
’
bling lin.
Thenfo rward m ove thy cam p, and forward flil‘l,
And let fwect m er cy bend thy ftubbornw ill.A t thy com plaint; a branch inM arah calf,
W ith fweetening vir tue m ends the water’
s tafie.
A t thy com plaint, the labour ing tem pett fails,And d r ives
‘
befor e awondrous lhower of quails.Intender grafs the falling m anna lies,
And Heaven‘
i tfelf the want of br ead fnpplies.
The rock div ided, flowsuponthe plainA t thy com plaint, and (till thouwilt com plain.
As, thus em ploy'
d , thouwent the Derar t through,Lo
‘
! Sinai m ountup r ear d its head to view .
Thine eyes per ceiv‘
d the dar kly-ar olling cloud ,
Thine ear s the trum pet thr ill, the thunder loud.The forky lightning h ot inliv id gleam ,
The (m eal: st ofs, the m ountainalla flam e(Lak
’
d to the“Depths , and wor k (i w ith ligns of
W hile God defcended to d ifpcnfe the law .
Yet neither m er cy, m anifeft m m ight,
Nor power inter r or s could pr eferve thee r ight.Pr ovok
’
d wi th cr im es of {och anheinous kindAlm ighty juii ice (ware the doom defign
'
d.
M O S E S . i s,
That they lhould never r each the prom is'
d feat,And M ofes gr eatly m ourns their haften’
d fate.
I’
ll think him now reti r’
d to public car e ,W hile night inpitchy plum es flides (oft inair,I
‘
ll think him giving what the guilty flecp,To thoughts wher e far r ow glides, and number s weep,Sad thoughts of woes that r eignwher e foch p revail,And m an
’
s thor t life, thoughnot 12) ibor t as frail.W ithinthis ci r cle for his inwar d eyes ,
He bids the fading low c r eationr ife,
And firait the trainof m im ic fenfes br ings
The dulk y lhapes of tranfitory things ,
Through penfive fhades, the v ifious feem to range,They feem to flour i ih, and they feem to change 5A m oondecr ealing runs the filent lky,And fickly birds onm oulting feather s fly ;Menwalk ing count their days of blefling o
’
er .
Theblellings vanilla, and the tale‘
s no m or e,Stillhour s of nightly watches (teal away,Bigwater s roll, greenblades of gr afs decay,Thenall the penfive thadesgby jolt degr ees,Grow faint inprofpeét, and go off w ith thel
'
e
Butwhile th’
affecting notions pal'
s along,
He chufes fuch as bell: adornhis fong 5Ani tlm s w i thGod the t iling lays began,
God ever r eigning, God com par’
d w ith m an3
And thus they m ove to m anbeneath his r od,
Mandeeply finning, m anchalti s’
d by God .
OhLord !. 0h Sav iour ! though thy chofenband
Have fiay‘
clliks-hunger s. ina,
foreignland,I 2 Through
“8 P 'A R N E L L’
S P O E M S .
W ho feem s to fear it, though the danger vies,W ith any pitch to which our fear canr ife
O teach 1 13 (0 to number all our days,That there refleétlons m ay cor r eé
'
t our w’
ay'
s,
That thefe way lead tis from delufive d r eam s
To walk inheavenly wifdom’
s goldenbeam s .
Return, oh Lord how long (hall I fraelfinP
How long thine anger be pr eferv’
d withinl'
Before our tim e’
s ir r evocably palt,
Be k ind, be gracious, and r eturnat lafi .
Let favour foon d ifpens’
d our fouls em ploy,And fiill r em em ber
’
d favour live injoy .
Send year s of com for ts for our year s of woes,Send thel
'
e at leafi of equallength w ith thofe ,Shine onthy flock , and ontheir offspr ing thine,W ith tender m er cy (fweetcfi aét divine);Br ight rays of m ajefi
-
y fer enely fhed
To tell inglor ies onthe nation’
s head .
Our futur e deeds with appr obationblefa,And inthe giving them giveus fuccefs .
Thus with forgivenefs eam efily defir‘
d ,
Thus inthe raptures of a hlifs r equir’
d’
,
The m anof God concludes his facr ed firain,Now li t and fee the fuhjeét once again.
See ghaltly death, wher e defar ts allar oundSpr ead fgr th the bar r enundelightful ground 3Ther e {talk s the filent m elancholy ihade,His nak ed bones r eclining ona fpade ;
And thr ice the fpade with folemnfadnefs heaves,
And thr ice ear th opens inthe form of graves,
M O S E S. 1 1 9
His gates of darknefs gape, to tak e him ih ;
And wher e he foonwould link , he ’
s pulh'
d by_
fin.
Poor m or tals ! her e, your com m onp iéture know,
And w i th your felves inthis acquainted grow ,
Through life, with ai ry, thoughtlefs pr ide yourange,And vainly glitter inthe fpher e of change,
A (phere wher e all things but for tim e r em ain,
W her e no fix’
d liar s w ith endlefs glory reign.
But m eteor s only, lhor t - liv’
d m eteo r s r ife,
To thine , (hoot down, and d ie be neath the flt ies .
Ther e i s anhour , ah who that hour attends 7‘W henm an, the gilded vanity, defcends 5W henfor eignfor ce, or walte of inward heat,
Conllrainthe foul to leave its ancient feat ;W henbanilh
’
d beauty fr om her em pir e fl ies ,
And w ith a languilh leaves the fpark lm g eyes ;
W henfoftening muli e and perfuafionfail,And all the charm s that inthe tongue pr evailW henfp ir i ts (lop their cour fe, whenner vesunbrace,And outwar d afl ionand per ceptionceafe 5’Tis thenthe poor deform
’
d r em ains thallbe
That nak ed flteletonwe feem'
d to fee .
Make this thy m i r ror , if thouwould ‘
fl have blifs,
No flatter ing im age lhews itfelf inthis ;But fuch as lays the lofty look s of pr ide,And m akes cool thought inhum ble channelglide 5But fuch as clear s the cheats of e r r o r ’s den,Whenhe m agic m ills fur round the fouls of m en;Whence felf—delufion‘
s trains adornthei r flight,As (how
’
s fai r feather s fleet to dar kenfight ;i
I 4. The“
”23 P A R N E LL '
S P O E M S.
Thenr efi, and inthe work of fancy fpr eatl,To g
'
ay- wav
’
d plum es for every m or tal'
s head .
Thefe em pt'
y form s, whendeath appear s, difperfe
Or m elt intear s,uponits m ournfulhear th;The fad r efleélionfor ces m ento know,
Life fur ely fails and fwiftly flies below .
oh, lefi thy folly lofe the profit fought,0hnever touch it with a glancing thought,As m ento glaflhs com e, and flraight withdraw,
And ltraight forget what for t of face they {aw 3
But fix, intently fix, thine inwar d eyes ,
And hi the {tr ength of this gr eat truthbe wife.
I f onthe globe'
s dim fide our fenfes (tray,Notus’d to perfefi light, we think it dajDeath reem s long fleep ; and hopes ofheavenly beam s,Dece itfulw ilhcs, big with d iflant dream s 5But i f our r eafonpurge the carnallight,And place its objeéts intheir fuller light,W e change the fide, from d r eam s onear thwe m ove,
And wake through death, to r ifing life above .
Her e o’
er m y foula folem nfilence r eigns,Prepar ing thought for new celefiial (trains,
The form er vanilh off, the new begin,
The lolem nfilence flands like night between,Inwhofe dar k bofom day depar ting lies,
And day fucceed ing takes a lovely r ife .
But though the fong he chang’
d, be (till the flam e,
And (till the prophet, inm y lines the fam e;
W ith car e r enew’
d, uponthe childrendwell,W hofe finfulfathers inthe derai't fell,
ua P A R N E L L ’
S P O E M S .
He reem s to feel it ona fiream ing ray,
Pier ce throughd he foulenlightening all its way.
And much‘
obedient will, and fr ee define,And much his love of Jacob’
s feed infpine
And much, oh much above the warm th of thoh
The facred fpir it inhis bofom glows,M ajeltic Notionfeem s decrees to nod,And holyTranfpor t {peaks the word s of God .
He now r eturns, the fini ih’
d rollhe br ings,
Enr ich’
d with (trains of pail and futur e things 3The pr ielts inorder to the tent r epai r ,The gather
’
d Tr ibes attend the elder s ther e
Oh ! facr ed M er cy’
s inexhaufied (tor e !Shall thefe have warning of their faults Before,Shall thefe be told the r ecom penfes due,Shallheavenand ear thbe call
'
d to wi tnefs too !
Then{tillthe tumult, if i t willhe (0,Let fear , to lofe a word , i ts cautionthew ;Let olofe attentionindead calm appear ,
And foftly, foftly {tealwi th filenoe near
W hile M ofes, rai s’
d above the lifiening throng,
Pronounces thus inall their ear s the SongHear , 0h ye heavens, Cr eation
'
s lofty ihow ,
Hear , Oh thouheaven- encom pafs’
d ear thbelow,
A s filver lhower s of gently d ropping rain,
A s honey dews d ifiilling onthe plain,
A s rain, as dews, for tender grafs defign’
d ,
So {hallm y fpeeches fink w ithinthe m ind,
So fweetly turnthe foul’
s enlivening food ,
Se filland cher ilh hopeful feeds of good,
M O S E S. z z z
For now m y num ber s to the world abroad
W ill louclly celebrate the nam e of God .
Afer ibe , thounation, every favout ‘d tr ibe,Excelling greatnefs to the Lord afcr ihe,
The Lard the rock onwhom we fafely trufi,W hofe work is perfeét, and whofe ways ar e jult;The Lo r d whofe prom ife (lands for ever trueThe Lo rd m olt r ighteous , and m olt holy too .
Ah, worfe cle&ion Ah, the bonds of flulThey chufe them felves, to tak e cor ruptionin.
They (laintheir fouls with Vice’
s deepelt blots,
W henonly frailties ar e his children’
s (pots .
Their thoughts, words, aétions, allare runaftray,And none m or e cr ooked, m ove perver fe, thanthey .
Say, r ebelnation, andunwifely light,Say, w ill thy folly thus the Lor d r equite ?Or is he not the God who m ade thee free,W hofe m ercy pur chas’d and efiablilh’
d thee
Rem em ber well the wondrous days of old,
The year s of ages longbefor e thee told,
Aflt all thy father s, who the truthwill (how,
Or alk thine elder s, for thine elder s know.
W henthe M olt Highw ith [ceptr e pointed down,Defer ibed the Realm s of w ebbeginning crown,WhenAdam
’
s offspr ing providentialcar e,To people countr ies, fcatter ’d here and thereHe to the lim its of their lands confin‘d,That favour ’d I fraelhas its par t aflign
’
d,
For I frael is the Lord’
s, and gains the place
Referv’
d for there, whom hewould chute to grace.
ms6 P A R N E L L ’
S P O E IVI S .
To burnthe d epths , confum e the land‘
s ine r eafe,
And on‘
the m ountains‘ {trong foundat ion’
s feiz e,
Thick heaps of m ifchi ef onthe ir head s I fend,
And all m ine arr ows, wing‘
d w ith fury, fpend ;Slow-
par ching death, and pelti lentialheat ,S hallbr ing the bitter pangs of linger ing Fate.
The teeth of bealts lhall fw ift defirncitionbr ing,
The fer pents wound them w ith invenom ’
d (ling,
The fwo rd w ithout, and dr ead within, confum e
The youth and v i rgin, inthei r lovely bloom ,
W eak tender infancy, by fuckling fed,And helplefs age, w ith hoary fr ofted head.
I fair! I‘
d fcatter all the hutul r ace,I faid I
‘
d m ake its m eer rem em brance eeai'
e,
But that I fear ’d the foe‘sunruly pr ide,The ir glory vaunted, and their power deny
’
d ,
W hile thus theyboafi, our arm has thewnus brave,And God did nothing, for he could not fave.S o fond their thoughts are, fo rem ote o f fenfe,
And blind inevery cour fe of Providence .
10 d id they know to what m y judgm ents tend
0 would they ponder outheir latter end !They foonwould find , that whenuponthe fieldOne m ak es a thoufnnd , two, tenthoufand yield .
The Lor d of B olts has fold a r ebelfiat:
And fur e inclos’d it inthe nets of Fate.
For what’
s another ’s rock com par’
d with our s,Let them he judges that have prov
’
d their powers,That ontheir ownhave vainly call
’
d for aid,
W hile our s to freedom and to glory led .
“i s P A R N E L L‘
S P O’
E M S .
I f inmy rage the glittter ing [word I whet ;And, fiernly fitting, take the judgm ent - feat,
M y juft awarding fentence doom s m y foe,And vengeancewield s the blade, and gives the blow,And deep inM the blade of fury bites ,And deadly deep m y bearded ar row lights,And bothgrow d runk w ithblood. defil'd infin,W henexecutions of revenge begin.
Thenlet his nationina com m onvoice,And with his nationlet the world rejoiceFor whether he fo r cr im es or tr ials Cpill
His ferns“blood , hewillavenge it (tillHe ‘
llbreak the tr oops, he‘
ll {hatter them afar,
W ho vex our r ealm w ith defolatingwar .
And onthe favour ’d tr ibes and onthe land,
Shed viaor ies and peace, from M ercy’
s hand .
Hens oess’d the tong, and I fraellook’d behind ,
And gaz’
d before, w ithunconfining m in‘
d,
And St ’
d inGlance and am az em ent faw
Tinfirokesof all their ltate beneath the law
Their reeolleétiondoes i ts light prefect
To fl ew the mountainblefs’d with God’s defeent,To ibew their wander ings, their unfist’d abode,And alltheir guidance inthe derar t r oad .
Thenwher e the beam s of r ecollei tiongo
To leave the fancy d ifpofl'
efs’
d of thaw,
The fair er light of prophecy’s begun,
W hich, opening future days, fupplies thei r fun,By fueh a fun(and fancy needsno m ore)They fee the com ing tim es, and t alk them o
'
er ,
l
1 30 P A R N E L'
L '
S P O E M S .
W hy m er cy lhines againw ith chear ful r ay,And glo ry double -
gild s the lightl'
om e day .
Though nations change, and I frael’
s em pi r e dies,
Yet (till the cafe onear th againm ay r i fe
EternalPr ov idence its rule r etains ,
And ilillprefer ves , i nd flill applies the (trains .
"
Twas fuch a gift, the Pr ophet’
s l‘
aer ed pen,
Onhis depar tur e, left the (0 11 3 of m en;
Thus he, and thus the rwanher br eath r eligas,
(W ithinthe beauty of poetic lines,)He white w ith innocence, his figur e the,And both har m onious, but the fweeter he.
Death learns to char m , and , while it leads to blil'
s ,
Has found a lovely c i r cum itance inthis ,To fuit the m eekclt turnof eafy m ind ,
And afi ions chearful inanai r nefign‘
d .
Thouflock whom M ofes to thy freedom led,
How w ilt thoulay the venerable deadGo ( if thy father s taught a wor k they knew)Go build a pyram id to Glory due,Squar e the br oad bafe, w ith floping (ides ar il
'
e,
And let the point d im inilh inthe flt ies .
Ther e leave the cor pfe , im pending o‘
er hi s head
The wand whore m otionwinds and waves obey’
d,
Onfable banner s to the fight defcr ibe
The painted arm s of every m ourning tr ibe.J tnd thus m ay public gr ief adornthe tomb,Deep - ltr eam ing downwards through the faulted room .
Outhe black [tone a fair infer iptionraire,That firm s his governm ent to {peak his praife,
m P A R N E L L ’
S“
P O E M S.
And Satant ifes ininfernal (tare,
DrawnUp by m alice, envy, rage, and hate,
A dar kening vapour wi th fulphur eous (team ,
Inpitchy cur lings edg‘
d by fullenflam e ,
And fram’
d a char iot for the dr eadful form ,
Dr ives whir lingup onm ad Confufion’s (torm .
Thenfier cely burning wher e thePr ophet dy’
d.
Nor {hall thy nationfcape m y w r ath, he cry‘
d
This co rpfe I’
ll enter and thy flock m ifl ead,
And all thy m iracles m y lies {hallaid .
But where —He’
s gone, and, by the fech ted fhy,
The favour ite cour tier s have beenlately nigh;Oh, flow to bufinefs, cur s’d inm ifchief
‘
s hour ,Trace ontheir odour s, and if hellhas power
This faid , w ith fpite and w ith abent for ill,
He lhot w ith fury fr om the tr embling hi ll.
Invain, proud hend, thy thr eats ar e half expr efi,
And half lie choak ing inthy fcornfulbreaft,His {hi tting bearer s have per form
’
d their r ite,
And laid him foftly downinlhades of night,
A war r iour heads the band, great M ichaelhe,Renown
’
d for v iétor ies inwar s w ith thee,
A fwor d of flam e to {top thy cour fe he bear s ,Nor has thy r age avail
’
d, nor canthy fnar es ;The Lor d r ebuke thy Br ide he m eekly cr ies t
TheLord has hear d him , and thy p r oj eét d ies .
Her e M ofes leaves m y lhug, the tr ibes r etir e,The d e fer t flies, and for ty year s expi r e
And now , m y fancy, for a while be (tilla
And think of com ing downfr om Nebo‘
s hill.
M O S E S . 1 3;
Go fear eh am ong thy for m s , and thence prepare
A cloud infold s of foft fur round ing ai r !Go find a br eez e to lift thy cloud onhigh,To waft thee gently
- r ock’
d inopenflay,
Thenltealing back to leave afilent calm ,
And thee r epofing ina gr ove of palm ,
The place w ill fuit m y next fucceed ing (train,And I
‘
ll awak e thee foonto ling again.
D E B O R A H.
T I M E , fir e of year s , unfold thy leaf anew,
And {till the pail r ecall to pr efent v iew,
Spr ead for th thycir cles, fw iftly gaz e them o‘
er ,
But wher e anaétion’
s nobly fung befor e,There flop and (lay for m e, who fe thoughts defignTo m ake ano ther
’
s fong r efound inm ine .
Pafs where the pr ieft’
s procefli onbor e the law,
W henJo r dan’
s par ted water s fix’
d w i th awe,
W hile I fr ael m ar ch‘
duponthe naked (and,Adm ir
’
d the w onder , and obtain’
d the land ;Slide thr ough the num erous fates of Canaan’s k ings,W hile conquefis r ode onExped ition
’
s w ings,
Glance over I fr aelat a tingle v iew ,
Inbondage oft and oftunbound anew,
Tillj abin r ife , and Debor ah Rand enr oll‘
d,
Uponthe gilded leaf’
s r evolv ing fold .
Oh, k ing l'ubdued ! Oh, w om anbo rnto fam e !
0h, wak e m y fancy for the gl'
or ious them e 5t K 3
.
no P A R N E L L ’
S P O E M S.
Her e br eak the files, and vainly li r ive to clofe,
Ther e ontheir ownr epell’
d alli ft their foes .
Her e Deborah calls , and j abin’
s foldier s fly,
Ther e Barack fights and Jabin‘
s foldier s dye.
But now nine hund red char iots r oll along,
E itper t their guider s and their hor fes l’tr ong ;And Ter r our , r atling intheir fierce ar ray,
Bear s downonI frael to r efior e the day .
Oh, Lor d of battle, Oh, the danger”
3 near !
Afiifi thine I fr ael, or they per ilh here .
How fwift is M er cy’
s aid , behold it fly
Onrulhing tem pells thr ough the tr oubled ilty ;W ith dafhing rain, w ith pelting hail they blow,
And {harply dr ive them onthe facing foe .
Thus blefs’d w ithhelp, and only touch‘
d behint
The favour ite nationpr efl'
es inthe w ind .
But heat of aétionnow diflurbs the light,And w ild confuli onm ingles all the fight;
Cold - whiltlingw inds, and ihr iek s of dying m en
And groans and arm our , found inall the plain.
The bands of Canaanfate no longer dar e,
Oppr efs’
d by weather and deltr oy’
d by war ;
And , from his char iot whence he rul‘ d the fight,Thei r haughty leader leaps to jointhe fl ight .See wher e he fl ies, and fee the v iaor near ;
See rapid conquelt iupur fuit of fear .
See, fee, they both m ak e of , the wor k is o’
er ,
And fancy clear‘
d of vi ii onas before.
Thus (if the m ind of m anm ay feem to m ove
W i thfom e r efemblance of the flties above)
D E B O R A H.
Oppreflionravag’
d all our lofi abodes,Nor dar e the people trufi the com m onr oads 5But paths perplex
’
d andunfrequented choli ,
To fhunthe danger of perplexing foes .
Thus dir efulwas deform ’
d the countr y round,Unpeopled towns, and d ifim pnov
’
d the ground .Till I , refolving inthe gap to fiand ,
I Deborah r oie a m other of the land,
Where other s, flar es by fettled chfiom grown,Could fer ve, and chofe to ferve , the GodsunknownWhere other s fufl’er ’d with a tam e regret,
Defiruétlon{p ining blood inevery gate,
And for ty thoufand had not for the fieldOne {pear ofi
'
enfive, or defenfive lhield .
0 towards the leader s of m y nationm ove,0beat m y warm ing hear t w ith fenfe of love,Comm end eh
’
afi'
er ten ontheir ownaccor d,Andblefs the fover eigncaufer , blefs theLord .
Speak ye, that r ide w ith power r eturn‘
d in (late,Speak ye the praife, that rule the judgm ent- feat,
Speak ye the penile to God, that walk the roads,While fafety br ings youto refior
’
d abodes .
The vefeued v illagere, no m ore afraid
Ofarcher; lurk ing inthe fai thlefe thade,And hiddendeath eonvey
’
d fr om found ing fir ings,Shallfafe app roach the water
’
s t iling fpr ings ;And, while thei r turns of drawing there they wait,Letter ing tncafeuponaM y feat,
Callall the blefings of the Lor d to m ind ,And ling the lm d inall the bleflings k ihd .
x40 P A R N E L L‘
S P O E M SZ
The townfm enr efcued fr om the tyrant‘
s reigni
Shall flock w ith joy to fill their walls again,See juftiee inthe gates the balance bear ,And none but her unflteath aweaponthere.Awak e, 0 Deborah, 0 awak e tbpr eife, .
Awak e, and utter for th tr ium phant lays .Ar ife, 0 Barack , be thy pom p begun,Lead onthy tr ium ph thouAbinoam
‘
s fon;
Thy captives bound inchains , whenGod’
s decree
M ade hum bled pr inces {toop their neck s to thee,W henhe, the giver of fuccefs infight,Advane
’
d a wom ano’er the font of m ight .Againft this Am alecle, of banded foes,
I Deborah, r oot of all the war r arofe,
From Ephraim fprung, and leading Ephraim }; ln.The next int iling, Benjam in, was thine. .
The ruling heads of half M anafi'
eh’
s land ;
To fer ve indanger , left their li fe com mand .
The tr ibe of Z ebulon’
sunaélir e m en
For glor ious arm s for fook the peacefulpen.
The Lor ds of lll'
achar w ithDeborah went,
The tr ibe with Barack to the vale was fent,
W her e he onfoot petform’
d the gener al’
s par t,
And {har‘
d the foldier’
s toil to raire their hear t .
But Reuben’s ti range d ivifions jufily wr oughtAm ongft his br ethrendeep concernof thought.Ah ! while the nation inafllié
’
tionlay,
How could ’
& thou, Reuben, by the (heepfolde flayAnd let thy bleating flock diver t thy day:
That idly pafs‘
d thee with inglor iom cafa
uz P A R N E L D S P O E M &
For M eroz cam enot inthe field prepar’d ,
To jointhat fide onwhich the Lord deelar ’d.
But blcfs ye Jael, be the Kenite’
s nam e
Above our wom en’s blefs ’d inendlefs fam e .
The captain, faint w ith fo r e fat igue of fl ight,I m plo r
’
d for water to fuppor t his m ight,And m ilk the pour
’
d him , while he water foughtAnd inher lor dly d ifh he r butter brought.W ith courage well- defer r ing to prevai l,One hand the ham m er hela, and one the nail,
And him , r eclin’
d to fieep, {he boldly flew,
S he {m ote, (he pier c’
d , the {truck the tem ples thiBefor e her feet , reluaant onthe clay,He how
‘
d, he fell5 he how’
d , be fell, he lav ;
He bow’
d , he fell, he dy’
d . By fuéh degr eesAs thr ice the (truck , each fir oke‘
s effeét the fees.
His m other gae’
d w ith long- expefting eyes ;
And, gr ownim patient , thr ough the lattice cr iesW hy m oves the char iot of m y fon(0 flow ?
O r what affair s retard his com ing fo 1
Her Lad i es anfwet"d- but the would not flay,( For p r ide had taught what flattery m eant to fayThey
‘
ve fped, {he fays, and now the pr ey they 1
For each a dam fel, or a lovely yair ,
For Sifera‘
e par t a robe of gallant grace,
W her e diver fe colour s r ich em broidery trace,
M eet for theneck s of thore who inthe fpoil
W hentr ium phoffe r s its r eward for toil.Thus per ith allwhom God
’
s decr ees oppofe,
Thus, like the vangniflxid, pet ilhallthy fees.3
m P A R N E L L ‘
S P O E M S.
Fair banilh'
d Order was r ecall’
d infiate,
The laws r eviv'
d, the pr inces rul’
d the gate,
Peace chear’
d thevales, Contentm ent laugh’d withPeaet
Gay&bloom ingPlenty rofe w ith large incr eafe,
Sweet M er cy thofe who thought onm er cy blefi,And (0 for forty year s the land had r eft.
Refi , happy land , awhile ; ah longer fo,
Didfi thouthine happinefs fincer ely know 1But foonthy quiet w ith thy goodnel
’
s paft,
And inthe fong alone obtain‘
d to laflt.
Live, fong tr ium phant, live infair r ecord ,And teach fuccecding tim es to fear the Lor d 5
For fancy m oves by br ight exam ple woo’
d,
And w ins the m ind w ith im ages of good .
Touch'
d w ith a facred rage and heavenly flam e,
I ftr ive to ling thineuniver falaim .
To quit the fubj eél, and inlays fublim e,
The m oral fit for any point of tim e .
Thengo, m y ver res, w ith applying firain,
C c form a tr ium ph not afcr ib’
d to m en.
Let all the clouds of gr ief im pend ing lie,And fior rns of tr ouble dr ive along the thy,
Thenhum ble Piety thine accents taife,For prayer willprove the powerfulcharm of ea!
Lo, now m y foulhas fpoke its heft deli r es,How bleflings anfwer what the prayer r equir es !Befor e thy fighs the clouds of gr ief r etreat,The (torm s of tr ouble by thy tear s abate,And rad iant glory, fr om her upper fphc r e,Look s downand glitter s inr elenteci air .
P A R N E L L‘
S - P -0 E .M S .
H A N N A 'H.
bl6W crowds m ove of , reti r ing tunitpets fauna,nechoes dying intheir laft r ebound ;‘
he notes of fancy feem no longer iltong,
int fweetening clofes fit a‘pr ivate fong.
So when. the ltorm s . for fak e the fea’
s com m and,
To break their for ces inthe w ind ing land,
No m ore thei r blafis tumultuous rage proclaim ,
But {weep inmur mur s o’
er a murmur ing fir eam sThenfeelt the fubieft, and its fang be m ine,
W hore num ber s, m ixt infacr ed (lory, h imGo, br ightly
- worlt ing thought, pr epar’
d to fly,
Above the page onhover ing pinions lye,
And beat w ith (trongenfor ce, to m ake thee r ife
W here beauteous Hannah. m eets .the fear ching eyes .
There fram e a town, and fix a tent with cords,The townbe Shiloh call
‘
d , the tent the Lord’
Car v’
d pillar s , filleted with filver , rear ,
To clofe the cur tains inanoutward fqnan,
But thore w ithinit, which the por chuphold,Be finely w rought, and over laid w ith gold .
Her e Eli com es to take the r eiting- feat,
Slow m ov ing forwar d with a r everm d gait
Sacr ed inofli ce, venerably (age,
And venerably gr eat iniilver’
d age.
Her e Hannah com es, a m elancholy wife,Reproach
’
df or bar r enins the m arr iage- life ;
H A N N A H.
Like Cum m er m ornings {he to fight appear s ,Bedew
’
d and mining tuthe 111t of tear s .
Her hear t inhi tternefs of gr ief the how dAnd thus het‘ wifixes to the Lor d flue vow dIf thouthine handm aid with com paflionSee.If I , m y God am not forgot by thee ;If in. m ine offspr ing thoupr olong m y line,
The child I w i1h for all his days be thine 5His life
'
devoted , inthy cour ts be led,And h ot a. raz or \eom e q ponhis head .
So, . fx:om r eceEes of her inm oft foul,Thr ough m oving lips
'
her (tilldevotionfiole
As filent waters glide throngh‘par ted tr ees,
Wholebranche s tr emble w ith a r ifing breez e;
The wo rds -wer e loft beéaufe heh‘
hear t was love,
But free defir e had taught the m outh to go ;This Eli m ark
‘
d , add, wi th a voi ce reve re,
While yet be multij fly’
d her s th’
ou'gltts inpray“,Howlong {hi llwine, he tri es, difiraéhthy breakBegone, and Jay the drunkenfi t by r ett .
Ah ! fays the m ourne'r , co‘u‘nt not this fo r fin,
It isnot w ine, but gr ief, that wotles within5The fpi r it of thy w r etched hand m aid know,Her prayer
'
s ~complaint, and her xconditionwoe.Them fpake the J
'
acred pr ielt, inpeace depar t,And with thy com for t God fulfil thine heart !Hisblefling thus p ronounc’d w ith awful found,The votary ben
‘
ding leaves the folem nground ,She feems confirm ’
d the Lor d has hear d her cr ies,
And cheaefulhope the tear s of trouble dr ies,
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s P A R N E L L’
S P O E M S .
ts lim bs at cafe infoft r epofe he fpr eade,
ew itch’
d w ith vaindelights, onflowery beds ;and , while his fenfe the fragrant breez es k ifs ,i e m editate: awak ing dr eam of blifs ;
He think s of kingdom s, and their crowns am m ar ;
He think s of glor ies, and their rays appear ;
He think s of beauties , and a lovely faceSe r enely l
'
m iles inevery tak ing grace ;He think s of r iches , and their heaps ar ife,
Di i’
play their glitter ing form s, and fix his eyes ;Thus d rawnwi th pleafures ina charm ing view,R ifing he r eaches, and would fainpur fue .
But {till the fleeting {hadows m ock his care,
And fiillhis finger s gtafp at yield ing air ;
W hate’
er our tem per s as their com for ts want,I t is not m an
’
s to take, but God’
s to grant .
I f then, perfifiing inthe vaindefign,
W e look for blifs W i thout anhelp d ivine,W e (tillm ay fear ch, and fear ehwithout r elief,Nor only want ablifs , but find a gr ief.That fuck eonviélion,
m ay to fight appear ,
S it down, ye fons of m en, fpeétator s her e 5
Fehold a fecheuponyour folly wr ought,And let this lively fcene infl
'ruét the thought .
Boy, blow the pipeuntil the bubble r ife,Thencafi it off to hoat uponthe fk ies ;Stillfwell its tides wi thbr eath—O beauteou: frI t grows, it fhines : be now theworld thy nan
M ethinks cr eationform s itfelf within,
The m en, the towns, the birds, the trees, an
4 34 P A3R*N- E r; I J
’
S P o r M’
s'
;
That living (tream s through living channels glide) ,To m ake thi s fl am eby Nature
‘
s cour feabide ;That, for its good , by Pr ov idence
‘
s car e,
Eire joins with'
fwater r ear th concur s wi thThat M er cy
’
s eve r - inexhauflfed (toreI s pleae
'
d to proffer , and to pr om ife m or e
A'nd all the profl
'
er s fiream w ithg race div i rte,
Ahd all the prom ifes wi thglor y thine .
0 praire the Lor d , m y foul, ih~one accord ,Let all that is W i thinm e pr aire the Lord
'
;
0 praife the Lord , m y {on}, and ever'fi'n
'
ve
To keep the fweet r em em brancesr alive .
Still raife the k ind afl‘
eé’
tions o f thine hear t,Raire every gratefulwor d to bear a par t,W ith ever y wo rd the {trains of love devife,
Awak e thine harp; and thow ‘thyfelf ar ife ;
Then, if his M er cy be not half expr el'
e‘
d ,
Let wonder ing Silence m agnify the refl .
D A V. I D.
MY”
thought, onwiewe of . adm iratioa hung,Intently ravilh
‘
d , and depr iv’
d of tongue,Now dar ts awhile onear th, awhile inai r ,Her e m ov
'
d with pre ife, and m ov‘
d with glory there;
The joys entr ancing, and the mute furpr iz e,Half fix the blood , and d im the m oificning eye”Bleafuee and p raife onone another br eak ,Kar a chnatienlong?“km «arm
D A V I D.
Whenthus-m y 6 0030! onthe wor k defign‘d,
Awaiting elofelya guides the wander ing m ind .
If, while thy thank t would inthy lays be wrought,Abr ight aflionifilm ent involve the thought,If yet thy tem per would attem pt to ling,M other
’
s quill {hell im p t hy feebler wingBehold '
the nam e oft royalDavid near ,Behold his mufiek , and ‘his m eafur es hear ,Whofe harp Devot ionina raptur e fim g,
And left no Rate o€~
pious fouls unfung.
Him to the wonder ing world butnewly ihewn,CelefiialPoetry peonounc
‘
d‘
her own;
Athoufand hopes, oncloud s adorn‘
d w ith r ays,
Bent downtheir little beam eoue form s to gaz e3Fair -bloom ing Innocence, with tender year s,And native Sweetnefs for the ravilh
‘
d em , .
PreBar‘
d to linile withinhis ear ly fang,Andbrought their r iver s, groves, and phine alongMajefiic Honour , at the palace br ed ,Enrob‘d inwhite, em broider ’d o
'
er w ith‘
red,Reech
’
d for th the feeptre of her royal fate,His forehead touch’
d , and bid his lays be great 5Undaunted Courage, deck
’
d with m anly charm s ,W ithwav ing azur e plum es, and gilded arm e,Difplay
’
d the glor ies and the toils of fight,Demanded Fam e, and call
’
d him for th to wr ite.
Toperfeét there, the facred Spir it cam e,Bvm ild infufionof celefiialham e,And mov’d w ith dove- like candour iuhiebra t ,Andbreath’
d hie firm s over allthe rat .
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P A R N E'
L L'S P O E M S.
Ah ! wher e the dar ing hights of m enafpi re,To m atch his number s with anequal fire ;Invainthey (h ive to
~m ake proud Babel r ife ,And w ith am earth-bornlabour touch the M esa
W hile I the glitter ing page refolve to view,
That will the fuhjeél of m y lines renew ;
The laur elwr eath; m y fam e‘
s im agin’
d (li t tle,
A round m y heating tem ples fear s to fade ;M y fainting fancy trem bles onthe brink ,
And Dav id’
s God mutt help, or elfe ol fink ;
A s r olling r iver s intheir channels flow,
Sw ift fr om aloft, but onthe level (lowOr rage inr ock s, or glide
~along the plains,
So jufl , fo copious, m ove the Pfalm ift’
s (traine r .
So fweetlyuary’
tlwith propor tion‘
d heat,
So gently clear , or fo fublim ely great ;W hile Nature ‘
s feeninallher form s to thine,And m ix withbeauties drawnfrom Truth divineSweet beauties (fw
'
eet affeétion’
s endlefs r ill)That inthe foul like honey - drops diftil.
Hail, Holy Spi ri t, hail Suprem ely Kind,W hore infpirations thus enlarg
’
d the m ind
W ho taught him what the gentle thepherd tings,W hat r ich expreflions fuit the por t of kingsW hat dar ing word s defcr ibe the foldier
’
s heat;
And what the Prophet'
s extafies relate ;
Nor let his worll cond itionbe forgot,Inall this fplendour of exalted thought .Onone thy difl
'
erent for ts of graces fell,Stillm ade for each, of equal. force inall3
'
.D A V I D.
Rais’
d by the bleatings ofunnumber ’d lheq ,
To boafi their glor ies inthe crowds they keep.
And corn, that’
s waving inthewelterngale,W ith ioyful found proclaim s the m er
’
d vale.‘W hene
‘
er his flocks the lovely lhepherd drove,
Toneighbour ing water s, to the neighbouring grove;To Jondan
‘
s flood , r efrelh'
d by cooling wind ,Or Cedron
’
ebrook , to m olly bank s confin’
d ;
lnealynotes, and guife i lowly fwain,Twas thus he . charm
’
d and taught the liltening train.
.
'
I‘
heLord’
s m y {hepher chbountiful and good,lcannot want, lince he prov id es m e food ;Me for his (beep alongt he ver dant. m eads, t
Me, alltoo m ean,‘hi s tender m er cy leads,
.To tak e the fpr ings of life, and tafte r epofeWherever living paliur e fweetly grows.Aud~ac I cannot want, I anced not fear ,J‘
or fiillthe gm fence of m y lhepherd‘
s nean;Through dark fom e vales, wher e bealts. of prey r efort,Where Death appear sw ithallhis dr eadful court,His rod and hook d ir eé
'
t m e whenI (tray,He calls to fold, and they d ir eél m y way.
Perhaps, whenfeated ongtho r iver’
s br ink .He faw the tender fheep at noon- day dr ink .He fang the land wher e m ilk and -honey glide,
And fattening Plentyxolls nponthe tide .
Or , fix‘
d -wi thinthe - fr elhnefs of a lhade,
W hore boughs difihfe their leaves around hisheatl,He bor r ow
’
d notions from the k ind r etreat,=l'
henfang the geighteous inthei r hy py J(latte,
1 62 P A R N E'
L L ‘S P O E M S.
Ends all m y days, as allm y days begin,
And k eeps m y goings , and m y com ings r in.
Here think the link ing fundefcends apace,And , from thy fir lt attem pt, m y. fancy ceafe;Her e hid the ruddy fhepher d qilit the plain,And to the fold neturnh isfioclt s again.
Go, left the lion, or the fhagged bear ,
Thy tende r lambs w ith favage hunger tear ;Thoughneither bear nor lionm atch thy m ight,W henintheir r age they flood reveal
’
d to fight ;
Go, left thy wanton[beep r eturning hom e,
Should , as they pafs , thr ough doubtfuldar knefs roam .
Go , ruddy youth, to Bethlem turnthy way,OnBethlem
’
s r oad conclude the par ting day .
M ethink s he goes as twilight leads the night,And fees .the cr efcent r ife w ith li lvenlight ;His wo rds -
confider all the fpar kling {how
W ith which the li ar s ingoldenorder glow.
And what i s m an, he cr ies, that thus my k ind,Thy wondrous love, has lodg
’
d him inthy m ind i
Fo r him they glitter , him thebeafis of, pr ey,
”
That {car e m y theep, and thefe m y theep obey .
O Lord , our Lord, w ith how defer v‘
d a fam e,
Does ear th record the glor ies of thy nam e !
Then, as he thus devoutly walk s along,And finds the road has finilh
’
d wi th the fong,
He tings, with lifted hands and lifted eyes,~Be this, m y God , anevening facr iti ce .
Butnow, the lowly dales, the trembling groves,.D
’
er which the whlfper’
d breez e ferenely roves,
36; P A R N E L L '
S r o a m s.
Shalldaily fir ive to let m y fnbjeéls feeA perfect patternhow to live, inm e.
Stillwill I think , as (tillm y glori es r ife,
To fet nowicked thing befor e m ine eyes,Nor will I choofe the favour ites of (late,Am ong thofe m enthat have incur r
‘
d thine hate,
W hofey ice but m akes t hem fcandalonlly gr eat’Tis tim e that all, whofe fr oward rage of hear t
W ould vex m y r ealm , {hall from m y r ealm (1e’Tis tim e that all, whofe pr ivate flander ing lye
Leads Judgm ent falfely, lhallby Judgm ent dye .
And tim e the gr eat, who loofe the r eins to pr ide,
ShallwithnegleEt and l’
cornbe laid afide ;
But o’
er the traits that m y com m ands obey,
I‘ll (end m y light, w ithfharp difar m ing r ay,
Through dark r etreats, where humble m inds abi fThr onghlhades of peace, wher e m odeit tem per s 1
To find the good that m ay fuppoq m y Rate,
And , having found them , thento m ak e them gre
M y voice iball raife them fr om the lonely cell,
W ithm e to govern, and with m e to dwell.
M y voice (hallFlattery and De'
ceit d ifgrace,
And inthei r room exalted V ir tue placeThat, w ithanearly. care, and fiedfaft hand,The wick ed per ilh from the faithful land .
W henonthe throne he fate incalm . repofe,
And w ith”
; royalhbpe his bfi pr ing r olh,His prayer s, anticipating time, r eveal
,Their deePOQW t for thoynblic v eal;
D A V I D.
Upona good forecafied thought they run,For com m onbleflings inthe hing begunFor r ighteoufnefs and judgm ent fir ialy fair ,
W hich fr om the k ing defcendsuponhis heir .So whenhis life and allhis labour ceafe,The r eignfucceeding, br ings fucceeding peace ;So (till the poor {hallfind im par tial laws,And or phans (ti lla guardian of their caufe :And (ternOppr eflionhave its galling yoke,And rabid teeth of prey, to
-
pieces br oke,
Then, wonder ing at the glor ies of‘
his way,
His fr iend s (halllove, his daunted foes obey ;For peacefal com m er ce neighbour ing k ings apply,And w ith great prefents cour t the grand ally.
For him r ich gum s {hall fweet Arabiabear ,
For him r ich Shebam ines of gold pr epare ;
Him Tharfis, him the foreignilles {hallgr eet,
And every nationbend beneath his feet .
And thus hit honour s far - extended gr ow,
The type of gr eat M efliah’
s r eignbelow .
But wor ldly r ealm s, that inhis accents ihine,’
Are left beneath the full- advanc’d delign;W henthoughts of em pi r e inthe m ind encreafe
O’
er allthe lim its that“
determ ine place,
I f thus the m onar ch’s t iling fancy m ove
To feerch for m ore unbounded r ealm s above,
Inwhich celeitialcour ts the k ing m aintains,
And o’
er the salt extent of natur e reigns ;He thendefcr ibes, inelevated words,
His Ifrae'
lls
'
fliepherd, as the Lord of Lords.
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365
1 66 P A R’
N E L v s P o e m s .
How br ight betweenthe Cherubim s he fits,
W hat daz z ling lui’tr e allhis thr one em its ;How R ighteoufnefs
‘
, w i th Judgm ent join‘
d , fupportThe regal (eat, and dignify the cour t ;How fair efi honour , and m aj
'
eltic Rate ,
The pr efence grace , and fir ength and beauty wait ;W hat glitter ing m iniller s ar ound him (land ,
To fly lik e w inds, or flam es, at his com m and .
How fur e the beam s, onwhich his palace r ife,
Are fet inwater s, rais’
d above the flt ies ;
How w ide the flt ies, like out - fpr ead cur tains, flyTo veil m ajellic light from hum aneye
O r form‘
d the w ide - expanded vaults above,W her e llorm s ar e bounded , tho’
they fcem to r ove ;
W her e fir e, and hail, and vapour , fo fulfilThe w ife intentions of their M ak er
’
s w ill
How well’
tis feenthe gr eat E ternalM ind
Rides onthe clouds, and walk suponthe w ind .
0 , wondrous Lo rd how br ight thy glor ies ibine
The heavens declar e, for what they boaft i s thine ;And yonblue tr aa, enr ich
‘
d w ith orbs of light,
Inall its handy - work dil'
plays thy m ight .
Againthe M onar ch touch‘
d another (train,
Another pr ov ince claim’
d his ver fe again,
W her e goodnefs infinite has fix’
d a (way,
W hofe out - ftr etch’
d lim its ar e the bounds of day.Beneath this em pir e of extended ai r ,
Yet llill inleach of Prov idence‘
s car e,
God plac‘
d the rounded ear th w ith fiedfafi hand,
And bid'
the hafis ever firm ly {land a
i“ ? A R NI E L L’a P O E M S;
W heee fem , thick W ith dunks, entangled fiend}.
Untrod theM a, and : defolhte the land,There elofe incover t; hide thebeak s o£ prey,Tillheavy darknefs creepsupon' the day,
Thenroar withHdnger's voice, end omnge abroad,
And, inthei r m ethod , feet their m eat from God 5.
And, whenthe dawning edge of. eaflem air
Begins to pfirpfe, to their dens repair .
M in, next fueceed ing, from the fweet r epofie
Of downybeds, to wo rk appointe¢ goes.
W henfirfi the m orning fees the r ifing fun,He fees their labour s both at once begun;And, night returningwith its fiar ry train,Per ceivee their labour s done at once again.
0 ! m inifold inwork s (uprem ely wife,B ow wenthy gracious {tore the wor ld fuppliesHow all thy cr eathres onthy geodnefs call,And that beflowe a due fuppor t fer allW henfrom anopenhand thy favour s flow,
R ichBbunty fioops to v ifitus below ;W henfrom thy hand no m ore thy favour s fiream ,
Back to the dufi we turn, fr om whence we cam e ;
And whenthy fpir it gives the vitalheat,A fur e fucceflionk eeps the Kinds com pleat ;The propagated feed: their form s r etain,And all the face of ear th
’
s r enew’
d again.
Th'
hs, as you’ve feenth‘
cfi’
efl reveal the caufe,I sNature’s ruler knowninNature’s lawsTh
’
m (tillhis power is o’
er the world difplay’
d,
Andhill rejoices iq theworld he made.
D A V I D. m
TheLoni he r eign, the King of king: ie h g ,
Letnations praife, and :pra fee la m to ling.
My ver reshere any change thei r (tile again,And trace the Pfalm ifi inanother finin;Where allhis foul thr fixldier ’e (pir it warm s.And to the m fic fits the fionnd of am s ;
Wherebrave diforder does innum ber s dwell,And ar tfulnumber (peak s d ifor der well.Arife, m y genius, and attem pt the praifeOfdreaded power , and per ilous eflays ;Andwhere his accents are too nobly great,Like diitant echoes , give the faint repeat :
For who, like him , with enter pr i z ing pen,Canpaint the Lord of Hofis inwrathwithm enOr, with jolt im ages of tuneful lay,3et allhis ter rors intheir fier ce ar ray ?
He com es The tumult of difcord ing fpheres,The quiver ing ihocks of ear th, confers their fem ;
Thick fm oak pr ecede , and blafiaof angry br eath.
That k indle dr ead devour ing flam es of death.
He m es ! the firm am ent, with difm alnight,
Bows down, and (m s to fel luponthe light ;The dar kling m itts enwrap hie head around ,The water s deluge, and the tem pe foqnd ;
W hile onthe chem b’
e purple wings he fl ies,And plants his black pavilioninthe fkies .
He com es ! the clouds rem ove ; the rattling hail,
Defecnd iug, bounds , and fcatters o‘
er the vale
Hie voice is hear d, his thunder {peak s his ir e,His lighteningblah withblue fulphm ous fir e;
W , P A R N E L L ’S r o a m s.
M y m qvipg footftpps are enlarg’
d by thee,
And kept from film s of planned ambulh fr ee ;And whenm y foes fo rfalte the field of fight,Thenfluflxd , wi th conquefi, I pur fue thei r (light ;Invaintheir fears, that alm ofl r each defpai r ,The trembling wr etchee from m ine anger bear ;As fwift as fear br ilk warm th of eonquelt goes,And at m y feet deiefl s the wounded foes ;For help they call, but find their helper
’
s gpne,For God
’
s againlt them , and I dr ive them on
A s whirling dull inairy tumult fly,Befor e the tem pefi that involves the flty
And , inm y rage’
sunavoided (way,I tr ead their neck s like abjeé
’
t heaps of clay .
The war r ior thus infang hie deeds exprefs’
d,
Nor vainly boafted what he but confefs‘
d ;
W hilewarlike aétions wer e proclaim’
d abroad,
That all their praifes lhould r efer to God .
And her e, to m ak e this br ight delignar ife,
Infair er fplendor to the nation’
s eyes,
From pr ivate velour he conver ts his lays,
For yet the publicle c laim ’
d attem pts of praire
And public conquells wher e they jointly fqnght,Thus fiend recorded by refleé
’
ting thought ;God feat his Samuel from his holy feat
To hear the prom ife of m y fp m r e Rate,
And I , rejoicing, fee the tr ibes fulfilThe prqm it
’
d purpofc of Almighty willSubiefied Sichem , {weet Sam ar ia
’
s plain,
And Sustoth’
s valleys, have confpfs’
d my reign;Remott
P A R N E L L ‘S P O E M
W henpillar s lift the bloody plum es inair ,
And br okenthefts and batter’
d arm our bearW henpainted ar ches afl s of war r elate,W hen(low proceffion
’
s pom ps augm ent the
W henfam e r elates their wor tham ong the th
Thus take fr om David their tr ium phant fonoh, clap
,
your hands together ! oh, r ejoice,In.God, withm elody
’
s exalted voice
33m facred Pfalm withinhis dwelling r aife
And, for a pur e oblation, offer pr eife ;
For thexichgoodnefs plentifully {howsHe profpers our delignuponour foes .
Theti’
hither , allye nations , hi ther run,‘Behold the wonder s which the Lord has (lor
Behold, wi th what a m ind , the heap of flai r
He fpreads the fanguine fur face of the plainHe m akes the war s, that m ad confufionhmBe {pent inv iétor ies, and leave the wor ld .
Be break s . the bended bows, the (pear s of i
And burns the fhatter ’d char iots inthe fir e
And bids the realm s be (till, the tumult ccArid know theLord of war , for Lor d of pe .
Now'
m ay the tender youth ingoodnefs r ife,Beneath the guidance of their par ents eyes ,As tallyoung poplar s, whenthe ranger
‘
s 1
To watch their r ifinp , left they {hoot awry
Now m ay the beauteous Daughter s , br ed wInm odeft rules, and pious sets of fear ,Lik e polilh
’
d corner s of the Tem ple be,
80br ight, fo (potlefs. and lh fit for thee.
us P A R .N E L L’S P o E M s.
l
Hence onthe lyr e and voice new gr aces r efi,And br ight yr qphctic form s enlarge the br eak;Hencefu'm decrees his m yllic hymns relate,Aflix
’
d inheav en’
s adam antine gate,The glor ies of the m elt impor tant age,And Chr ift
’
s bleft em pir e feenby fur ey r efiqge.W hen, ina dillant v iew,
«witli ~inward -
eyes,‘
He fees the Sondefcending fr om the fkiss,
To take the form of M anfo r M ankind ’
s fake,"I iis thus he m akes the gr eat M efiiah fpake
I t i s not, Father , blood of bullock snainCan~cleanfe the W orld fr om univerfalRainSuch offer ings ar e not her e r equir
’
d by thee,
But point at m ine, and leave the work for m e;To per feét which, as fervants - ear s they dr ill,
Infignof opening to their M afier'
s w ill
Thv illwould openm ine, and have m e bear
M y fignofM inillry, the body there .
s phet ic volum es of our (late allign,The wor ld
’
s xedemptionas ana& of m ine5
And lo, wi th chearfuland obedient hear t,.I Father , to per form m y par t .
S o fpake the- Son, and left his throngabove,
W henwings to bear him wene pr ep ar‘
d by Law ;
W henwith their M onar ch, onthe gr eat defcent,eSweet Humblenel’s and gentle Patience went ;tFair li fter s
'
both, bothblefs’
d inhis efieem ,
And both appointetl'here to Wait onhim .
But now, befor e the Pr ophet’
s ravilh’
d eyes,SucceedingProgpeas of his Life ar ife ;
a
1 80 P A R N E L L’
S P O E M S.
Thefe [catter onhis hear fe, and lo pr epar e
Thol’
e obfequies the Jews deny’
d him ther e ;
W hile inyour hear ts the flam es'
of love m ay burn,To d rel
'
s the vault, like lam ps infacr edurn.
Ther e oft, m y foul, infuch a gratefulway,Thine humbleft hom age, w ith the godly pay.
But Dav id (tr ikes the founding chords anew,And to thy fir lt defignr ecals thy v iew 5
Fr om life to death, from death to life he fl ies,
Aind (tillpur fues his objeét inhis eyes ;And her e r ecounts, inm ore enliven
’
d fong,
The facr ed Pr efence, not abfented long :
The flelh not fufl'er ’cl inthe grave to dwell,The foulnot fufl'
er’
d to r em aininhell5
But as the conquer or , fatigu’
d inwar ,
W ith hot pur fuit of enem ies afar ,R eclines to dr ink the tor r ent glid ing by,Thenlifts his look s to r epofl
'
efs the ihy 5
So how’
d the Son, inlife’
suneal’y r oad ,
W ith anxious toiland thorny danger ltrow‘
d 5So how
’
d the Son, but not to find relief,
But tafte the deep im bitter’
d floods of gr ief 5So whenhe tailed thefe, he rais
‘
d his head ,
And left°
the fable m anfions of the dead ,
E r e m oulder ing tim e confum ’
d the bones away,O r (low cor ruption
‘
s wor m s had work’
d decayHer e faith’
s foundations all the foul em ployW ith fpr inging graces, fpr inging beam s of joy 5Thenpaus
’
d the voice, where natur e '
s feento pAnd for a timefufpend her ancient laws.
D A V I D.
From hence ar ifing as the glor ies r ife,
That mull advance above the lofty ik iss ,
Ile tuns w ith fp r ightly finger s o’
er the lyre,
And fills new fangs with new celefiialfir e
Inwhich he (hew s , by fair defcr iption‘
s ray,
The Chr ilt’
s afcenlionto the r ealm s of day ;WhenJufiice , pleas
’
d W ith life alr eady paid ,
Unbentls her brows , and theaths her angry blade 5And m editates r ewar ds, and
'
w ill r efiore
WhatM er cy woo’
d him , to for fake before .
Whenona Cloud , with gilded edge of light,
He rofe above the r each of hum anlight,And m et the pom p that hung aloft inair ,
Tomake his honour s m or e exceed ing fair .
See, cr ies the Pr ophet, how the char iots wait
TOhear him upwar d s, intr ium phant (late .
Bytxventy thoufands inuhnum be i’
d tlnong,AndAngels d raw the glitter ing rank s along.
TheLord am onglt them fits inglory dr efs’
d ,
Nor m ore the Pr efencc, Sinai M ount confefi .
Andnow the char iots have begunto fly,The tr iumph m oves, the Lo r d afcends onhigh,And Sinand Satan, us ’d to captive m en,
Are dragg’
d for captives inhis am ple train;While, as he
‘
gees, feraphic cir cles lingThewondnous conquelt of their wondr ous k ing 5W ith lhbuts of joy thei r heavenly voices r ai fe,And with thr ill trumpets m anifefi his praire ;f rom fuch a point of fuch exceeding height:
Awhile m y ver l'
es (loop the ir airy fl ight,
N 3
1 8 :
s z P A ft N E L L'
S P o e m s.
And fcem for r elt onOlivet to breathe,
And charge the two that {land inwhite beneath5That as they m ove, and jointhe m ov ing rear
W ithintheir honour ’d hands, aloft they bearThe cr ownof thorns, the crofs onwhich he dy
’
d,
The nails that pier c’
d his limbs, the {pear his lid: 5
Then, wher e k ind M ercy lays the thunder by,W her e Peace has hung gr eat M ichael
'
s arm s onhigh;
Let thefe adornhis m agaz ine above,
And hang the trophies of v iélor ious love ;Left m an, by fuper ltitious m ind entic
’
d,
Should idoli z e whatever touch'
d the Chr ill.
But ilill the Prophet inthe fpir it foar aTo new Jerufalem ’
s im per ialdoor s ;
Ther e fees and hear s the blel‘
sld angelic throng,Ther e feels thei r mufic, and r ecord s their fong s
O r , with the v ilionwar m’
d , attem pts to wr ite,
For thofe inhabitants of native light ,
And teaches harm ony’
s d ifiinguilh’
d par ts,
Infweet r efpondence ofunited hear ts ;For thus w i thout m ight warbling angels ling,Their cour fe containing onthe flutter ‘d wing,E ternalgates your fiately por tals r ear ,E ternalgates ! your ways of j oy pr epare 5The King of Glory for adm ittance Rays 5He com es, he
’
11 enter , 0 prepar e your ways ;Thenbr ight ar ch
- angels, that attend the wall,
M ight thusuponthe beauteous or der call5Ye fellow - m iniller s, that now pr oclaim
Your King of Glory, tellhis awfulnam e.
sh ." P A R—N E L L '
S ’ P O E M S:
A while Rand fix’
d , w ith deep attentive car e,
You’llhave the t im e to ling for e ver ther e.
The royalPm phet will the filencebr eak ,
And inhis wor ds Alm ighty goodnefs (peak .
He fpak e (and (m ild to fee the bufinefsThouar t m y fir ft, m y great begottenSon5Her e onthe r ight of M ajelty fit down,Enjoy thy conquefi, and rece ive thy Cro wn,
W hile I thy wor fli ip and r enowncom pleat,
And m ake thy foes the foot- i’cool of thy feet 5
For I‘
llpr onounce the longe r efolvfd decr ee,
M y facred Sionbe r efer v’
d fo r thee .
Fr om thence thy peaceful r od o f powe r extend,Fr om thence thy M efi
'
enger of M er cy fend .And teach thy vanquilh
’
cl enem ies to bow ;
A nd rule wher e Hell has fix ’
d anem pi r e now .
Thenr eady nat ions~ to thei r r ightful k ing
The free - w ill offer ings of their hear ts {hallbr ing)
Inholy beauties for acceptance d refs’
d ,
And r eady nat ionsbe w ith pardonblel'
s‘
d 5
M eanwhile thy dawnof t ruthbegins the day,Enlighten
‘
d fubjeéts (hall encr eal’
e the fway ;
W ith l’uch a fplend id and unnum ber
‘
d train,
A s dews inm orning fill the giafly plain.
Thi s by m yfelf I M or e ; the great intent
Has pail m y fanétion, and I can’
t r epent
Thouar t a k ing, and pr iefi of peace below,
Lik e Salem’
s m onar ch, and for ever fo .
Alkwvhat thouw ilt, ‘
tis thine theGentiles' claim
Ear thy pollefiiontake, the world’
s extrem e .
5p A v 1
kings {hall rage, the par ties fir ive invain,
erfecuting rage, to br eak thy r eign;
uar t m y Chr ill, and they that hillcanbellious lubjefl s be del
’tr oy
’
d by thee
g, like the Potter , to (ever e decay,
wor thlel'
s cr eatur es, found inhumble clay 5‘
uhear , ye m onar chs, and ye judges hear ,ice with tr embling, fer ve the Lord w ith fear 5.
is com m ands w ith figns of' hom age m ove,
. kifs the gracious offer s of his lovehrelyper ilh if his ange r flam e,
lonly they be blefs‘
d that blel’
s lns nam e.
is does the Chr ift inDav id’
s anthem s thine,it full m agnificence c f ar t d ivine 5
nonhis fubjeéls gifts of grace bellow ,
I‘
fpread his im age ontheir hear ts below 5whenour ear thly k ings r eceive the globe,l'
aer edunfl ion, and the purple robe,lmount the throne with goldenglory cr own
’
clga
y fcatter m edals of them felves ar ound 5r e heavenly huger s clap their vary
’
d wings,llead the choir of allcreated things .
rte his glory’
s everlalting pr im e,
fam e continued w ith the length of tim e 5»
ile, er e the fun(hall dari a gilded beam ,
hanging m oons d ifl'ufe the filver ’d gleam ;
ere- e’
er the waves of rolling oceanfeat,ompafsr land w ith -arm s of
'
wide extent.
I, fullof m er cy : ready nations cry !
1, oh, for ever , ever blefs‘
d onhighl,_ oh, for ever onthy beauteous throneJ“Lord that workell; wondrous
it s“
P A R N E L L ’
S P o e m s.
Stilllet thy glory to the world appear ,
And all the r iches of thy goodnefs hear .
But thou, fair chur ch, inwhom he fixes love,T houqueenaccepted of the Pr ince above ;Behold him , fair er thanthe fans of m enEm brace his ofl
'
er’
d hear t, and lhare his r eign;InM ofes
’
laws they br ed thy tender year s ;
But how to new com m ands incline thine ear s,Forget thy people, bear no m or e inm ind
Thy father’
s houfliold, for thy fpoufe is kind.W ithinthy foullet vainalfeétions d ie,Him only wor lhip, and with him com ply .
So {hall thy fpoufe’
s hear t w ith thine agree,
So {hallhis fer vour ltill encreafe for thee .
Com e, while he calls, fupr em ely- favour ’d queen
Inheavenly glor ies dr ei'
s thy foulwithin5W ith pious afl ions to the thr one be br ought,Inclore conneétionof the v ir tues wrought 5Let thefe ar ound thee for a garm ent thine,And be the wor k to m ak e them pleating thineCom e, lovely queen, advance w ith fiately pore;Thy good com panions (hall com pleat thy cour t,W ith joyful fouls their joyful entrance ling,And fillthe palace of your gracious k ing ;W hat though thy M ofes and the pr ophets ceai
'
s,
W hat though the pr ielthood leaves the fettled rat
The father‘
s place their offspr ingwellfupplies,W henat thy fpoul
'
e’
s m inifiry they r ife ;
W henthy blefs’
d houlhold onhis order s go,
And rule for him where - e’
er he reigns below.
1 88 P A R N E L L‘
S P O E M S .
And there, and every- wher e, hiswondrousnameW ithinhis firm am ent of power proclaim .
Soft pleafing lutes with eafy fweetnefs m ove,
To touch the fentim ents of heavenly love 5Allift the lyre and voice, to tell the charm s
That gently fiole him fr om the father’
s arm s ;
Gay tr em bling tim br els, us‘
d w ith air s of m i r th,
Aflifi the loud Hofannah rai s'd onear th5W henonanafs he m eek ly r ides along,
Anamultitudes ar e hear d w ithinthe fong.
Full- tenor ’d Pfaltery jointhe doleful par t,Inwhich his agony polfifi his hear t 5
And feem to feel thyfelf, and reem to thew,
A r ilihg heav inef'
s and ligna of woe.
Sonor ous organ, at his pallionm oan,
And utter for th thy fym pathi z ing groan,Inbig flow murmur s anxious for row {yeahW hile m elancholy winds thine entrails lhake .
As whenhe fufi'
er’
d , w i th com plaining found ,The (tor m s m vaulted caverns [hook the gr ound 5Swil
’
t‘
chear ful cymbals give anairy llrain,W hen, hav ing bravely broke the doubled chain
O i Death and Hell, he left.
the conquer’
d gr ave,
And r ole to vifit thole he dy’
d to fave,
And as he m ounts infong and Angela ling,W ith grand pr ocefl iontheir r eturning k ing,Tr ium phant trum pets rai fe their notes onhigh,And m ake them fcem to m ount, and feem to fly,Thenallat once confpir e to praife the Lord,InMulick ’
s full content, and juli accord s
D A V I D.
'
e fons of i Ar t, infuch m elodious way,?onclude the fer vice which youjointo pay,IVhile nations fing Am en, and yet again
Iold for th the note, and ling aloud Am en.
Her e has my fancy gone wher e David leads,Nlow foftly pacing o
’
er the grall'
y m eads 5
Slownobly m ounting where the m onar chs rear,Thegilded fpires of palaces inair ;Now lhooting thence, uponthe levelhight,Todreadful danger s and the to ils of fight,Anonwithutm ofi fir etch afcending far ,Beyond the regionof the far thell liar ;As lhsrpell
- fighted eagles tower ing fly,Toweather their broad fails inopenihy,At length onw ings half
—clos‘
d flide gently down,Andoone attem pt lhallallm y labour s crown.
Inother s’
ver fe the relt be better thewn,But this is m om , or {hould be m or e, thine own.If thenthe fpir it that fuppor ts m y linesHave prov
’
dunequal to m y large defigns,Let othe r s r ife fr om ear thly pafiion
’
s dream ,
3] me provok’
d to vind icate the them e.
Let other s r ound the world inrapture rove,Or withfl r ong feather s fanthe br eez e above,Or walk the dullsy ihades of death, and d iveDownhell
’
s abyfs, and m ount againalive .
But, Oh, m y God m ay thefeunar tful rhym es
Infober wor ds of woe bem oanm y cr im es.‘
Tis fi t the knows I for ever vent
for what I never eaneuosgh repent;
m P A R N E L L ’
S p o e m s.
But now the facretlSinger leaves m ine eye,
C rown‘
d as be .was, I think he m ounts onhigh;
E re this devotionbor e his heavenly Pl'
alm s,
And now him felf bear sup his harp and palm s .
Go, faint tr ium phant, leave the changing fight,
80 fitted out, youfuit the r ealm s of light 5
But let thy glor ious robe at par t ing go,Thofe r ealm s have robes of m or e effulgent M 5
I t fl ies, it falls , the flutter ing hik I fee 5Thy (onhas caught it, and he fings lik e thee,
W i t h fuch eleétionof a them e d ivine,
And fuch fweet grace , as conquer s allbut this :Hence every wr iter o
‘
er the fabled ltr eam s,
W her e frolic fancies fpor t with idle d ream s 5
O r r ound the fight enchanted clouds difpofe,W hence wantonCupids lhoot w ith gilded bows,A nobler w r i ter , (trains m or e br ightly wr ought,Them es m ore exalted , hllm y wonder ing thoughtThe par ted llt ies are track
'
d w ith flam es above,
A s love defcends to m eet afcend ing love 5
The feafons flour i ih wher e the fpoufes m eet,
And ear th ingardens fpr eads beneath thei r feet ;
This fr elh-bloom profpeét inthe bol'
om thr ongs,W henSolom onbegins his fong of fongs,
B ids the wrapt foul to Lebanonrepai r ,
And lays the feens of allhis aétions ther e ;W her e as he w r ote, and from the bower fur vey
‘
d
The fi enting gr oves , or anl'
wer ing knots he m ade,
His facr cd ar t the fights of natur e br ings ,Beyond their ul
'
e. to figur e heavenly things .
1 9s P A R N E L L ’
S P o'
E'
M s.
Ther e fits the k ing, while allaround our headsHis grace, m y fpikenar d, pleafing odour s (hedsAbout m y foul, his holy com for t fl ies ;So elofely tr eafur
’
d inthe bofom lies
The bundled m yr rh, l'
o {west the fech ted gale
B reathes allEn-
ged i’
s ar om atic vale .
Now , fays the k ing, m y love, I fee thee fair ,
Thine eyes , fo r m iltlnefs, w ith the dove’
s com ps
No , thou, . bclov‘
d , ar t fair , the chur ch replies
( Since allm y beauties but fr om thee ar i fe 5)A ll fai r , allpleafant, there com munions lhewThy counfels pleafant, and thy com for ts fo l
And as at m ar r iage feafis they li row the flowers,
W ithnuptial Chaplets hang the lhm m er bowers5
And m ak e the r oom s of' fm elling cedar s fine,
W her e the fond bl idegr oom and the br ide r eclim
I d refs. m y foulw i th» fuch -exceeding care,
W ith fuch, w ith m or e, to cour t thy pr efence theW ellhalt thouprais
’
d , he fays 5 the Shar onn
Thr ough flowery fields a pleating oel‘
our thr ows,The valley li lies ravilh
’de fenfe r egale,
And w ith pur e whitenefs paint the i r hum ble valeSuchnam es of fweetnefs ar e thy lover
‘
s due,And thou, m y love, be thou; a lily too,
A lily fet inthorns 5 for all I fee,
Allother daughter s , ar e as thor ns to thee .
Then'file 5 the tr ees that pleating apples yield
Surpafs the bar rentrees that cloath the field 5Se youfurpafs the fans withwor th d ivine,So finds, and fistitoas'wellas
- lhade, is thine;
S O L O M O N. 1 99
1 fat m e down, and faw thy branches thread,And greenproteétionflour ifh o
'
er m y head ;I faw thy fruit, the foul
’
s celeftial food ,
I pull‘
d, I m ild , and I found it good .
Hence inthe fpir it to the blifsful feats,W her e Love, to feaft, m yfier ioully r etr eats 5He led m e for th5 I faw the banner r ear ,
And love was pencil’
d for the m otto there .
Pr ophets and teacher s inyour care com bine,
Stay m e with apples, com for t m e w ithwine,
The cor dial pr om ifes of joys above,For hope defe r r
’
d has m ade m e li ck w ith love .
Ah while m y tongue r eveals m y fond deli r e,His hands fuppor t m e, left m y life expir e 5
As r ound a child the par ent’
s arm s ar e plac‘
d ,
This holds the head , and that enfolds the waifi'
.
Her e ceas’
d the chur ch, and lean'
d her languid head,Bent downw ith joy 5 whenthus the lover faid ,Behold, ye daughter s of the r ealm of peace,
She fleeps, at lealt her thoughts of for r ow ecafe .
Now, by the bound ing roes , the flt ipping fawns ,
Near the coolbrook s , or o’
er the grafl'
y lawns,By all the tender innocents that rove,Your hour ly charges, inm y facr ed grove,
'
Guar d the clear charge from each approach of ill,
I would not have her wak e but whenthe w ill.30 refi the church and fpoufe m y ver fes fo
Appear to languilhw ith the flam es you(hew,
And pauling tell ; but not the paufe be long,For Rilhthy Solomonpurfuee the fang.
0 4
i az P A R N E L L "S P o e m s.
Nor let fuch fw iftnefs inthe r oes be fhownTo fave them l
'
elves ,.
as thouto cheat thine own5Turnlike the nim ble har ts that lightly bound,Befor e the fi r etches of the fleetefi hound 5Skim the plainchace of
'
lofty Bcther 3 head ,
And m ake the m ountainwonder if they tr ead .
But long expeé'
tauce of ablifs delay‘
d
Breeds anxious doubt , and tem pts the facred m aid ;
Thenm itts ar ifi i rg (tr ait r epel the light ,
The colour ’d gardenlies d ifguis’
d with night ;
A pale- horn
’
d cr efcent leads a glim m er ing thr ong,
And groans of abfence jar w i thinthe fong .
Bynight, (he cr ies, anight whichblots the m ind,
I feek the lover , whom I fail to find
W henonm y couch com pos’
tl to thought I lie,I fear ch, and vainly fear eh, w i th reafon
’
s eye 5
R ife, fondly r ife, thy pr efent fear ch give o’
er ,
And alk if other s knew thy lover m or e .
Dar k as it is, I r ife 5 the m oon that [hines
Shows by the gleam the city’
s outwar d linesI range the wander ing road , the (winding (treat,
And aflt , but aflt invain, of all I m eet,
T ill, toil’
d w ith every difappointing place,
M y fiepe the guar d ians of the tem ple trace,W hom thus m y w ith accolts Ye facr ed guides,Ye prophets, tell m e wher e m y love relides ?‘Twas well I quettion
‘
d , fcarce I pafs’
d them by,
Ere m y rais‘
d foulper ceives m y lover nigh .
And have I found thee, found m y joy d ivineHow talk I
‘
llhold thee, till I make thee mine !
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fMy m other waits thee, thither thour epair ,Long
- waiting I t'
raelwants thy pretence'
there .
The lower t’m i les to fee the V irgin’
s pain5
The m itts r oll off, and quit the flowery plain5Yes , ther e I com e, he fays, thy for r ow ceat
'
e 5
And guar d~
her , daughter s of’.the r ealm s of peace,
By all the Bound ing roes and tk ipping fawns ,
Near the coolbr ook s, or o‘
er the grati'
y lawns ;
By all the tender innocents that r ove,
Your hour ly charges , inm y facr ed grove
Guard the clear charge fi'
om each approachof ill;
I‘
ll'
have her feelm y com for ts while the w ill.
Her e, hand inhand , w ith chear fulhear t they go, .
W henwander ing Salem fees the t'
ole’mnthow,
Dream s the r ich pom p of Solom onagain,
And thus her daughte r s ring th’
app roaching feche
W ho from the defer t, wher e the wav ing cloudsHigh S inai pier ces , com es involv
‘
tlw ith cr owds
For Sion‘
s hillher t'
oBer pace the beni s,
As grateful incenfe from the dom e afcends .
Pt teem s the fw eets, from allA rabia thed ,
Cur l at he r ti de , and hover 0 or her head .
For her the k ing p r epar es a bed of hate,
Round the r ichbed her guards inor der want,All m ytfic I t
'
r ael’
s fons ,‘
ti'
s ther e they quell‘
The foes w ithin, the foes w ithout r epel‘
.
The guard his m inifir y, their {words of tight,
His facr ed laws , her pr efent Rate of night .
He form s a char iot too , to br ing her there,
Not the car v‘
d’fram e of Solom onih fairSweet
204 P A R N E L L ’
S
Sweet finells the char iot as the tem ple flood,The fragrant cedar lent them both the wood 5
High w r eaths of ti lver’
d colum ns prop the door ,F ine gold engrail
’
d adorns the figur‘
d floor ,
Deep- fr inging purple hangs the r oof above ,
And ti lk em br oider y paints the m idtt w ith love.
Go fo r th, ye daughter s ; S ion‘
s daughter s , go 5A greater Solom onexalts the thow ,
I f crown’
d w ith gold , and by the queenbellow’
d,
To grace his nuptials, Jacob‘
s m onar ch r ode 5
A cr ownof glo ry fr om the King Divine,To grace thefe nuptials, m ak es the Sav iour thine ;W hi le the blet
'
s’
d pair expr efs’
d ine mblem r ide,
M etliah Solom on, his chur ch the br ide :Ye k ind attendants , who, w ith wonder ing eyes, ,
Saw the grand entr y, what you{aid t'uflice 5
Yout'ung the lover w ith a loud acclaim ,
The lover‘
s fondnefs longs to ting the dam e.
He fpuk s, adm i r ing Natur e hands around ,And learns new muti c, while it hear s the found .
Behold , m y love, how fai r thy beauties (how,
Behold how m or e, how m ott extr em ely fo l
How hill to m e thy conttant eyes incline,
I fee the tur tle's whenI gaz e onthine ;Sweet through the lids they thine w ith m odel! car e;
And t'
weet and m odett i s a v irgin’
s ai r .
How br ight thy lock s how welltheir number paint:The gr eat atl
'
em blies of m y lovely faint:
80 br ight the kids, to num eroutly fed,Graz e the greentop of lofty Gilead
’
s head 5
1 06 P AR N E L °L’
S P O E M &
Let this ret'
em blance t'
potlet'
s v i r tues thow,
..And infuch lilies feed m y young below .
lB llt now, far ewell, tillnight’
s dark thades decay.
Far ewell, m y vi rgin, till the break cof clay ;Sw ift for the hills of fpice and gum s l fly,
To br eathe t’uch tweets as t
'
cent a purer -tkyq
Yet , as I leave thee, (till, above com par e,
M y Love,- m y t
'
potlefs, ttill I find thee faint.
Her e r ett, celet'
tial m aid 5 for if he go,
Nor w illhe par t, nor is the p rom it’
e flow ,
Nor tlow m yafaney~m ove 5 di fpel the thade,
Charm forth the m orning, and r elieve the m aid.
A r ife, fair fun, the chur ch attends to feeThe funof r ighteout
'
net’
s ar it'
e inthee5
fun; and hi i the church adore};‘Tis thenhe
‘
ll cour t her , whom he prais’
d before.
As thus I ting, i t thines 5 ther e teem s a foundO f plum es inair , and . feet -uponthe gr ound 5I tee their m eeting, fee the fl ower y t
'
eene,
And hear the m yttic love pur t'ued again.
Now to the m ount, whole fpioe per fum es the day,’Tis I inv ite thee 5 com e, m y t
'
pout'
e, away 5
Com e, leave thy Lebanon i s aught we feeInall thy Lebanon, com par
’
d to m e
Nor tow’
r d thy Canaanturnw ithw ithfulfight,From Herm on
’
s, Sheniar’
s , and Am ana’
s height ;
There dwells the le0pard , there atl'
aults the bear 5This world has ills, and t
’uch m ay find thee there.M y t
'
pout'
e, m y li tter , O thy wondr ous ar t,‘W hich throughm y bot
'
om dr ew m y ravith’
d hear t !
8‘
P A R N'
E L'
L ' S
nd thouthe r egent of the fouthernthy,t'
oft int'
pir iug, o’
er m y gar denfly ;
Jnlock and waft m y tweets, thatnewgrace,Inall its heavenly life, regal: the place.
I f thus a paradit'
e thy gardenprove,’Twer e bett pr epar
’
d to ente r tainm y love ;And , that the pleating fruits m ay pleat
'
e the mom
0 think m y pr offer was thy gift befor e .
A t thi s, the Saviour c r ie s, Behold m e near .
M y t'
pout’
c, m y fitter 5 O behold m e her e ;
To gather fruits. I com e at thy r equet'
t,
And , pleae‘
d, m y foulaccepts the t'
olem nfeath“
I gather m yr rh, w ith fpice to fcent the tr eat,
NIy v i rgin- boney wi th the com bs I eat 5
‘
, I d r ink m y fweetening m ilk , m y lively w ine
(Thete words of pleat'ur e m ean.thy gi fts d ivine)5
To thar e m y blits, m y good eleét I call,
The chur ch.(m y gar den) mutt include them all
Now ti t and banquet ; now , belor’
d, youfeeW hat gifts I love, and pr ove theft
: fruits with0 m ight this tweet com munionever lalt !
But with the funthe t'weet com munionpatt.The Sav iour ts , and onOblivion
’
s br eatt
B enum b'
d ash . {lumbering lies the chur ch toPat
'
s the t'
weet alleys while the dutlt abides,S eek the fair lodge inwhich the m aid r etid
Then, Fancy, feel; the m aid at night again
The Chr itt w ill com e, but com es, alas, inI tleep, the t
'
ays , and yet m y hear t await
(Ther e‘
s.ttilltom e feelingwhile the love:
z r a P A R N E L L'
S P O E M S.
80 br ight the k ids , to num er outly fed ,G raz e the gr eenwealth of lofty G ilead
‘
s head.
How pur e thy teeth l fo r equal or der m ade,Each anfwer ing each, while all the publick aid ;A s whenthe feafonbid s the thepher d lave
H is t heep new thornw ithinthe hlver wave
W ath’
d , they r eturnintuchunfully’
d white,
80 m ar chby pai r s , and in the flock unite.
How t’
weet thy tem ples not pom egi'
anatesdtnow,
W ith equalm odelt- look , to plcafe and glow .
I f Solom onhis life of pleat’ur e leads,
VJ i th w ives innum ber s, and unnum ber ’d m aids,Inother paths , m y life of pleafur e thown,A dm its m y love, m yundefil
‘
d alone .
Thy m other , I frael, the . the dam e who bor e
Her s cho ice, m y dove, m y t’
potlet‘
s , owns no m ore;
The Gentile queens , at thy appear ance, cry,
Hail, queenof nations ! hail, the m aids reply ;
And thus they ting thy pr ait’
e : what heavenly dame
Spr ings like the m orning, w i th a purple flam e ?W hat ri fes like the m om w ith tilver J ight ?
W hat, like the fun, afl i tts the w or ld w ith tight ?Yet aw ful tlill, though thus t
'
er enely k ind ,Lik e holts w ith entigns rattling inthe w ind ?
I grant I left thy tight, I feem'
d to go,
But was I abt'ent whenyoufancy‘
d to ?
Downto m y garden, all m y planted vale,
W her e nuts thei r gr ound inunderwood conceal;
W her e blownpom egranates , ther e I w ent to t'
ee
‘Vhat knitting blofibm s white the bear ing tree
” 4 B A R N E L U S P Q E M S
So wheat w ith lilies , if their heapsfinite,The wheat
‘
sunnum ber ’d , am ! the lilies whiteLike tender r oes , thy br eatts appear
‘abotVe,
Two types of innocence , and tw ins of love.
Lik e ivor y- tur r ets t'eem s thy neck te r ear ,
0 , t'
acr ed em blem , upr ight, firm , and fair !
A s Hethbon-
pools, which, with ahiver - t’tate,
D tfi'
ut’e their water s at their ci ty -
gate,
For ever to thy v irgineyes r e'm a
‘
ih,
80 clear w ithin, and to without ter enelA s thr ough tweet fir the r oyal thi'vet thows ,Vv
’
hence Lebanonfilr veys a r ealm of foes 5So thr ough thy lovely cur ls appear thy the ,
To watch thy foes, and guard thy faithful taThe r ichett colour s flower y Carmelwears ,Red fillets, cr ofs id w ith purp le, btaid thy haiYet, not m o r e fi'
r ié'
tly thete thy lock s fefim in,Thanthouthy k ing, w ith ttrong atFeEtion’
s cl
\'
v’
henfr om his palace he enjoys thy tight,0 lo ve, 0 beauty, foxm
’
d for all delight !
St rait i s thy goodly ttatur e, firm , and high,
A s palm s afpir ing inthe br ighter tky 5
Thy br eafis the clutter (if thol'
e hr eatts we VlC‘
A s late fo r beauty , r ow Fo r pr ofit too),W oo
’
d to thine ar m s, thofe arm s that oft extel
Inthe k ind pottur e of a waiting fr iend ;
Each m aid of Salem cr ies , I‘
ll m ount the tr eeHol
'
d the broad branches , and depend on thee
0 , m or e thangrapes, thy fruit delights the m aThy pleatingbreath excels the citronthades
P A R N E L L ‘S P O E M S.
M y t'
picy flowerets, m ingled as they fly,W ith doubling odour s etoud a balm y tky.
Now all the fruits, which crownthe l'
eaton, view,
Thet’
e near er fruits ar e old , and thol'
e ar e new 5
And thel’
e, and allof every loaded tr ee,
M y love, I gather , and t eter y e for thee .
I f thenthy fpout'
e’
s labour pleafe t hee well,Oh like m y br ethr en, w ith thy Sitter dwell5
No blam elet'
s m aid , whol'
e fond car ell'
es m eet
Aninfant - br other inthe public ti rect,Clings to its lips w ith let
'
s r efer ve thanI
\‘Vould hang onthine, where’
er I found thee nighNo tham e would m ake m e from thy tide r em ove,
No danger m ake m e not coutet's thy love .
Strait to m y m other’
s hout'e, thine I trael the
(And thoum y m onar ch wouldtt ar r ive w ith m e);‘
Tis ther e I‘
d lead thee, wher e I m eanto ttay,
T i ll thou, by her , inttruét m y foul to pray 5The r e thalt thoupr ove m y v ir tues , d r ink m y w ine,
And feelm y joy, to find m e wholly thine .
0h wlnle m y foulwer e tick , through fond deli r e,Thine hands thoultl hold m e lett m y life expir e 5
A s r ound a child the par ents‘
arm s ar e plae’
d ,
This holds the head , and that enfolds the waitt .
So call thy car es onm e, the lover cry’
d ,
Leanto m y botbm , lean, m y lovely br i de ;
And now , ye ( aughter s of the r ealm of blifs,
Le t nothing d ilcom pot'
e a love li ke this ;
But guar d her retl fr om each appr oach of ill 5
l t aus‘d her languor , guar d her while the will.
a“ P A R N E L L ’
S P O‘
E M S.
W ere wealth of nations d ti'
er’
d , allwould pmToo t
'
m alla danger , or a pr ice for love .
I f thenw ithlove this wor ld of w or th agree,
W ith toft r egar d our little fitter t'ee 5How far unapt, as yet, lik e m aids that own
No br eatts at all, or br eatts but hardly gr own5Her par t of Protelyte is t
'
ear ce a par t ,
Too muchaGentile at her er r ing hear t ;
Her day d raws near er 5 what have we so do,
Left the be atk‘
d , and pr ove unwor thy m o
Defpair not, fpout'
e, he cr ies 5 we’
11 find the m e:
He r good beginnings all: the gr eate r pains s
Let her but tland , the thr ives ; a wall too lowI s not r ejeéted for the ttand ing to 5W hat falls is only le ft, we
‘
llbuild her high,T illthe r ichpalace glitte r s inthe tky .
The door that’
s weak (what need we ther e the to
I f’
tis a door , we need not think it lott 5
The leaves the br ings -us , if thot‘
e leaves be good ,
W e‘
11 clot'
e incedar’
suncor rupting wood .
W r apt with the news , the fpoufe conver ts her 0And , oh ! com panions to the m ai ds, the cr ies,
W hat joys ar e our s, to hail the nuptialday,W hich calls our fitter la—Har k , I hear her t
'
ay, .
Yes, I’
m awall5 lo ! the that boatted none, .
Now boat’ts of breattsunm eat’urably grown5
Barge towe ry build ings, where tecur ely r etts
A thoufand thou'
t‘
and of: m y lover‘
s guefis 5The vafi increate attor ds his hear t delight,
And I find favour inhis heavenly fight.
S O L O‘
M a O Nu n,
The lover here , to m ak e her raptur e lati .Thus adds ati'urance to the prom il
'
e pat}.
A t'
pacious vine -
yar d , inBaal- Ham onvale,The vintage fet, by Solom on, to tale,
His kupeutook ; and ever y keepe r paid
A thout'and pur fes for the gains he m ade.
And I‘
ve a vintage too 5 his v intage bleeds
A large increat'
e, but m y r eturnexceed s.
Let Solom onreceive his -k eeper’
s pay,
He gains his thout'
and , their two hundred they 5 ,
M ine is m ine own,’
tis inm y pr etence ti ill,
And thall increat'
e the m or e , the m ore the w ill.
My love, m y v ineyar d , oh the futur e thootsW hich ti llm y gar den
- r ows w i th facr ed fruitsI faw the lifiening m aid s attend thy voice,
And intheir littening faw their eyes r ejoice 5 .
A due fuccefs thy wor ds of com for t m et,
Now turnto m e—’
tis I would hear thee yet .Say, dave, and t
'
potlets, for I mutt away,Say, t
‘
pout'
e, and fitter , allyouw ith to fay .
He t‘
pak e 5 the place was br ight w ith lam bent fire,
(But what i s br ightnet'
s , if the Chr itt retir e
Gold - bor tler ing purple m ark‘
d his road inair ,And kneeling all, the t
'
pout'
e add r efs’
d the prayer t .
Deii r e of nations if thoumutt be gone,Azccept our w ithes, all com pr i z
’
d inone ;W e wait thine advent Oh, we long to fee
1 , am ! m y tiller , both as one, inthee .
Thenleave thy heaven, and com e and ‘ dwellbelow ;Why raid I leave —
’
tis heavenwhere- e’
er yougo .
Hattie,
no P A J I N E E L'S P O E M S;
Katie, m y belov’
d , thy pr om it'
e hatte to crowfi ,
The form thou‘
lt honour waits thy com ing down;
Nor let t'uoh t'w iftnet's inthe r oes be thown
To fave them t'
elyes5 as- thine to t'
ave thine own.
Hafie, lik e the nim blett har ts , that lightly bound °
Before the ti r etches of the t'
w it'
te tt hound 5W i th r eaching feet devour a levelway,Acr ofs their back s their branching antler s lay,
In the cooldew s their bend ing body ply,
And bruthothe t'
picy m ountains as they fly .
I .
T HU'
S fung the k ing— t’
om e angel r each abe
Fr om Eden’
s tr ee to c r ownthe w ifett brow .
And now, thoufai r ett gar denever m ade ,
Br oad bank s of t'
pices , blofl'
om’
d walk s of thade,
0 Lebanon! wher e much I love to dwell,
Since I mutt leave thee, Lebanon, far ewellSw ift from m y foul the fai r idea flies ,
A wilder tight the changing fcene fupplies ;W ide t
'
eas com e r olling to m y future page,And fiorm s fland r eady, whenI call, to rage .
Thengo wher e Joppa crowns the wind ing thore,
The pr ophet Jonah jut’c ar r ives befor e 5He fees 3 thipunm oor ing, t
'
ot’
t the gales,
He pays, and ente r s , and the vet'
tel t'
ails .
Ah, wouldti thoufly thy God rath m an, for'
W hat land to dxttant but thy God is there ?
J 0 N A H. 3 2,
It thento aid the flight abets the tin,They think to land him wher e they took him ih .
Perhaps , to qui t the eaut'e, m ight end the woe,And, God appeating, let the vati
'
cl go .
For this they fix their oar s, and ttr ike the m ain,But God wi tht’tands them , and they {tr ik e invain.
The item incr es tes m ore w ith want of light,
Low black ening cloud s im /olve the thip innight;Thick batter ing rains fly thr ough the dr iv ing tlt ies,Loud thunder bellow s , dar ted lightning fl ies ;A dr eadful p iétur e night - bom hor r or d r ew ,
And his, or their’
s , or both their fates , they v iew .
Thenthus to God they cr y Alm ighty power ,
W hom we ne’
e r knew till this det’
pai r ing hour ,From this devoted blood thy t
'
ervants fr ee,
Tous he ’
s innocent, if to to thee 5rInall the patt we t
'
ee thy wond’
rous hand,find that he per ith, think it thy com m and .
This prayer per fo rm’
d , they Catt the Pm phet o’
er iA turge r eceives him , and he m ounts no m or e ;
Thenttill’
s the thunder , ceat'
e the flam es of blue}The rains abated , and the w inds w ithdr ew ;
The clouds r ide ofi', and , .as they m ar ch away,
Thr ough ever ybr eak ing thoots a chear‘
ful day ;The tea, which r ag
‘
d t’
o loud , accept s the pr iz e,A while it r olls, thenall the tem pett dies 5By gradual tink ing, flat the t
'ur t'
ace grows,
And fafe the vett'
elw ith the tailor s goes .
The Lionthus, that bounds the fences o’
er ,
And m ake; the m ountain- echoes learnto r ear ,
“ 4 P A R N E L L ‘
S ? o a m s.
I f onthe lawna‘
branching deer he r end,
Thenfalls his'
hunger , allhis roarm gs end ;
Murmur ing awhile, to r ett his limbs he lays,
And the fr eed lawnenjoys its her e! at cat'
e .
Blet'
sfd w ith the t'udtlencalm , the
‘t'
ailor s own
That w r etched j ona‘nwor thip
‘
d r ight alone ;
Thenm ak e their vow s, the v iétim theep p eyare,
Bem oanthe Pr ophet , and the God r eve re .
Now, though youfear to lo ft: the power tobreatht.Now, though youtr em ble, Fancy, d ivebeneath;W hat worlds of wonder s inthe deep are teen
Butrthis theogreatett
— Jonah lives withinThe m anwho fondly tied the M aker
‘
s v iew ,
Strange as the cr im e, has found a dungeontoo.
‘G od tent a m onti er of the frothing tea,
$ it, by the bulk , to go rge the living pr ey,And lodge him ii illalive 5 this hulk r eceivesThe falling Pr ophet , as he dath
’
d the waves .
Ther e, newly wak’
d from fancied death, he lies,
And oft againinappr ehentiond ies
W hile three long days and nights, depr iv’
d of deep.
He turn’d and tot’
s’
d him up and downthe deep,He think s the judg m ent of the ttrangett k ind,
And much he wonder s what the Lor il detign’
d ;
Yet, tinee he lives, the gift of life he weighs,
That’
s tim e for praye r , and thus a gr ound for praiftFrom the dar k entrails ot the whale to t hee,
(This new contr ivance of a hell to m e)To thee, m y God , I er v
’
d ; m y fulldittret'
s
Pier c‘
il thy k ind ear , and br ought m y foul redret'
t
s z fi P A‘
RN E L L’S B O I M S.
But I willpay m y God m y King ! receiveThe folemn~vows m y fullatfeé
'
tiongave,W heninthy tem ple, for a pfalm , I tingSalvationonly from m y God, m y k ing.
Thus ends the Prophet ; fir tt fr om Canaant
To let the Gentiles know they mutt r epent :God hear s, and
‘
fpeak s ; the W hale, at God‘
s a
Heaves to the light, and catts hin'Lfor th to lam
W i th long fatigue, w ithunexpeéted cafe,
Oppr et‘
s’
d'
a while, he. lies ati de t he t'
eas 5,
His eyes, though glad , inti range attonith’
d w.
Star e at the goldenfr ont of chear ful day 5Then, {lowly rais
‘
d , he t'
ees the -wonder plain,
And what he pray‘
d, he wr ote, to ting again.
The tong r ecorded br ings his vow to m ind 5
He mutt be thank ful, for the L'
or d was k ind 5
Strait to the wor k he thunn’
ti he fli es inhatte
(That feem s his vow, or t'
eem s a. Par t at Icatt)Preaching he com es, and thus denoune’d to alYet for ty days, and Nineveh thall fall;
Fear teiz’
d the Gentles, Ninevehbelieves 5
All‘fall w ith penitence, and God forgives .
Nor yet of at? the Pr epli et’
s {utter ing fails;Hell
'
s deep black bothm m or e thanthews the
But t'om e r et'
em blanee br ings a type to v iew ,
The place was dark , the tim e pr opor tiou’
d (01
A race, the Sav iour cr ies, a t'm ful r ace,Tem pts for r fignthe power s of heavenly grat
And let them tak e the tigh as Jonah lay,Th ee days and nights vs ithinthe fith of prey
j 0 N A H .
llthe Sonof M andet'
cend below,
s opening entrails thall r etainhim to .
t'
oul, now t'
eek the tong, and find m e ther e
Heavenhas thewa thee to r epeldet'
pair 5
her e fr om Hellthebreak s the crum bling gr ound ,in tland up r ight, and they tiar e around 5m i d fr ont deep - tr enching wr inkles trace,
harpening look s defor m her livid face ;
ie the brows, and at the bend below,
fire and blood two wander ing eye- balls glow 5
ar e her arm s w ithnum er ous aids to k ill,irod the fancies but the judge of ill.
tit - ey‘
d Hope thoutec ’
ti the pafl ionnigh,
iter of Pr om ite, Oh forbear to fly
ince holds thee, Fear would have thee go,thy blue w ings , and ttand thy deadly fee 5
udge of I II is ii ill the Lord of Grace,
h behold him inthe Prophet‘
s cafe,
abe d r own‘d , devour ’d w ithinthe tea,to the deep, and yet r efior
’
d to day.
love the Lord , m y foul, whot'
e parent care
es the wo r ld he punithes to fpivy gr ief m y downcati: hear t opp
’
rd s,ody danger , or m y fiate d ittr et
'
s ,
low t'ubm itiion inthy tem per bow,
Jonahpray, like Jonahm ake thy vow 5
lhopes of com for t k it'
s the chattening rod ,
thunning m ad det'
pai r , r epofe inGod ;
whatt'
oe'
er the Pr ophet‘
s vow defign,
stance, Thanks, and Char ity, be m ine .
Q } H E Z E=
228 P A R N E L L ’
S P o i nt s;
H E Z E K I A H.
FR 0M the bleak beach, and broad expanfe of (6
To lofty Salem , Thought , dir eét thy way ;M ount thy light char iot, m ove along the plains,
And end thy fl ight whenHez ek iah r eigns .
How t'
w iftly Thought has pate‘
d fr om land to Ian
And quite out - runTim e'
s m eat‘ur ing-
glat’
s of find!
G r eat Salem’
s walls appear , and I r etor t
To v iew’
the Rate of Hez ek iah’
s cour t.W ellm ‘
ay that k ing a pious ver t'
e int'
pi r e,
W ho eleans’
d the tem ple, who r eviv‘
d the choir ,
Pleas’
d w ith the t'
er viee Dav id fix’
d befo r e,
That heavenly muti c m ight onear th ador e .
Deep- rob
‘
d inwhite, he m ade the Lev ites Rand
W ith cym bals , harps, and pt'
alter ies intheir hand‘
;
He gave the pr iet’ts their trum pets , pr om pt to rait
'
e
The tuneful foul, by for ce of found , to prait'
e.
*A tk ilfulm atter for the t'ong he chofe,
The l'
t'
mgs wer e Dav id’
s thet'
e, and A t’
aph‘
s thot'
e
Thenburns thei r offer ing, all ai ound r ejoice,Each tunes his infirum ent to jointhe voice ;The trum pe ts founded, and the finger s fung,The people wor thip
’
d , and the tem ple rung.
Each, while the vxétim burns , pr et'
ents his heart,
Thenthe pr iett blett'
es, and the people par t .
Hail! facr eelMuti c tince youknow to draw
The foul to heaven, the fpir it to the law,
I
"o P AR N E L v s P o am s
W her e, as a m inute pat'
s’
d , the greater light
Purpling appear‘
d, and t'
outh’
d and t'
et innight ;A m oont
'ucceed ing leads the ttar ry train,She glides, and tink s her hiver horns againa
A t'
econd fancied m orning d r ives the‘ thades,Clos
‘
d by the dar k , the t'
econd evening fades ;The third br ight dawnawak es , and
‘
ttrait he feet
The tem ple r ite, the m onar ch onhis knees .
Pleae’
d w ith the t'
cene, his inwar d thoughts r elates.W henthus the GuardianAngel for m
’
d a voice:
Now tow‘
vds the captainof m y people go,
And , Seer , r elate him what thy v itions thaw ;
The Lor d «has heard his words, and teenhis tears,
And thr ough fifteenextends his futur e year s .
Her e, to the room pr epar'
d w ith d it'
m alblack,
The Prophet turning, br ought the com for t back .
0h, m onar ch, hail, he cry’
d ; thywords are hear'
d:
Thy v ir tuous aétions m eet a k ind r egard 5
God gives thee fifteenyear s,‘whenthr ice a day
Shews the r ound t'un, w i thinthe tem ple pray.
W henthr ice the day t'urpr i z
‘
d , the m onarch“it?!
W henthr ice the fun2what power have I to r ite !But, if thy com for t
“3 hum anor d ivine,
’
Tis thor t to prove it—give thy pr ince a-fign.
Behold , the Prophet e ry’
d , (and t’cretth
‘
d his-handS)
Againt‘
t yonlattice, vthere the d ial ti ande 5
Now thall the funabackward journey goThr ough tend rawnlines , or leap to tenbelow.
’
Tis eati er potting Natur e'
s ai ry track ,
R ep lies the m onarch 5 let the fungo back .
E Z E K I A‘
H. -23.
ie
‘
gaz'd , the Prophet pray
’
d,
run, and .baclt pur t’ued the thade.
te tign, and by theP rophet heal‘
d,
ank s his gratitude r eveal’
d
aws, whena t'um m er end s,
pafl'
age with their flying fr iends,there leanthe languid head ,find them think the flecper s dead ;
rm th new days of tum m er br ing,
d joyfulhutter up to tingm ar ch, ti ck to deathhe lay,
lif t], and watch’
d the latt decay ;
favour tltines, new life he gains.tings 5
’
tis thus the tong r em ains :
3cd , wheninthe loath’
d dit‘
eat'
e
wor ds cut off m y future days ,ave, w itli m ournfulhatte, I go ,bar s his fable gates below .
y year s by court'
e of natur e latt tioune ’
d it, and the profpeél: pafs'
d‘
cd , thy fer vent now no m ore
m ple'
s facr ed cour ts ador e ;ar th wi th living m anconver t
'
e,
olduncom for table hear fe.
tents whichwander ing thepherds raife,
t dwelling, and r em oves at—eafe.
te m e 5 fee the deadly band !
0 fees the'
m , cuts m e fr om the land}eaver finds hi s labour IPed ,i ebeam he par ts the fattening thread .
(L4
m P A R N E L L ’
S P O E M S .
‘V ith pining ti cknet'
s all from night to day,
Fr om day to night, he m akes m y fir ength decay :
R eck oning the t im e, I rollw ith r ettlet'
s groans,T ill,
‘w ith a lion'
s for ce, he cruth m y bones ;New m orning dawns, but, like the m orning path’
Tis day,‘
tis night, and {tillm y fo r r ows latt.
Now , t'
cream ing lik e the crane, m y words I (poke,
Now, lik e the (wallow, chatter ing quick , and brokeNow, lik e the doleful dove, whenonthe plains
Her m ourning tone affeéts the littening twains .
To heaven, for aid, m y wearying eyes I throw,
A t length they’
r e weary’
d quite , and tink w ithwet
Fr om Death‘
s ar r efi, for fam e delays , I fue ;Thou, Lord , who judg
’
d m e, thanr epr ieve m e, to
Rapture of joy what canthy tervant t'
ay ?
He tent his P r ophet to pr olong m y day 5
Throughm y glad lim bs I feel the wonder run,Thus (aid the Lord , and this Him t
'
elf has done.
Soft thall I walk , and , well fecur ‘d'fr om fear s,Pofi
'
et’
s the com for ts of m y futur e year s .
Keep (oft, m y hear t, k eep hum ble, whi le they roll,No r e
’
er forget m y bitternefs of ten].’
Tis by the m eans thy tite r ed wor ds fupply,That m ank ind live, but inpeculiar I 5A t
'
econd grant thy m er cy pleas’
d to give,
And m y r ais’
d t'
pir i ts-doubly. teem to live .
Behold the tim e whenpeace adorn‘
d m y r eign,r was thenI felt m y ttrok e of humbling pain;Cor ruptiondug her pit, I fear ’d to tink ,God loy
’
d m y foul, and thatch’
d m e from thebr in:
W ,.P A
'
R N E L‘
L’
S PO E M S.
M y fancy takes her char iot once again,
M oves the r ich wheels, and m ingles inthy train;B ite fees the finger s r eachM or iah
’
s hill,
The m inttr els follow, thenthe por ches 511 5
She wakes the num er ous inttrum ents of ar t,
That each per form its ownadapted par t 5
Seek s air s expr eti ive of thy grateful ti raine,And, littening, hears the vary
‘
d tune the feigns.Fr om ag rave pitch, to fpeak the m ohar ch
’
swoe.
.The notes flow down, and d eeply foundbelovnA ll long
- continuing, while depr iv‘
d of eht’
e
He r olls for ted ious nights and heavy days .
Here interm ix’
d with elit'
cor d , whenthe c rane
Scr eams inthe notes, thr ough tharpeut’
ent’
e ofpailtt
There, runw ith det'
cant on, and taught to thalte,W henpangs r epeated fo r ce the voice to break :
Now li k e the dove they murmur , till intighsThey fall, and languith with the failing eyes
Thentlowly tlackening, to fur-pr i z e t he m ore,
F rom a d ead paut'
e his exclam at ions fear ,To m eetvbr itk health the notes afcend ing fly,Live w ith t he living, and. exult onhigh a
Yet ,ttilld ittinél: inparts the mutiek plays,T illpr ince and people both ane call
‘
d to prait'
e 5
Thenall,uniting, ttrongly (tr ik e the fir ing,Put for th their utm ott br eath, and loudly ting ;
‘ The wide - fpr ead chorus fills the facr ed ground,And holy tranfpor t teales the clouds w ith found.Or thus, or livelier , if their hand and voice
Join’
d the geod anthem, m ight the realm rejoice.
e gg
This ttory known, the learn'
d Chaldeans cam e,1D rawnby the tignobt
'
er v’
d , o r m ov’d by fam e;
The i'
e atk the faé'
t for Hez ek iah done,
And much they wonder at their G od the fun,That thr ice he drove, through one extent of day,J 'I is gold
c thod hor t'
es in- e ther ialway
Thenvainly ground their guet’
s onnatur e’s laws 5The foundett knowledge owns a gr eater caute.Fa ith know s the faé
‘
t trant‘
cends, and bids m e ti ti
W hat help for p rae’t ice her e incites the m ind a
S trait to the t'
ong, the thank fultong, I m ove ;
M ay t'uch the . tro ice of every creatur e prove !
I f every cr eatur e em eets its thar e of woe,
And fo r k ind refcues every creature owe,.
Inpublic]: t'
o thy M aker‘
s pm ife proelaim ,
Nor what youbegg’
d with teams, concealwithhiam a.’
’
Tis t here the m inittry thy nam e r epeat,And telhwhat m er cies wer e voucht'af ‘
d o f late ;Then joins the chur ch, and begs, thr oughallour days,Not only w ith our lips , but lives, to praite .
‘Tis ther e our Sousr eigns, -for a tigualdayThe featt p roclaim tcl, . their tignal thank s repay .
O‘
er the long ttr eets we fee the char iots wheel,Andp following, think of Hez ekiah ti ill.
I nthe blefs’
d dom e we m eet the white
I nwhets tweet notes our ravith’
d fouls at’
pi re 5
S ide anfwer ing tide, we hear , and bear a par t,
All'
warm’
d w ith language from the gratefulhear t 5O r rait
'
e the tong, wher e m eetingk eys r ejoice,And teach the bate to wed the treble voice5
4 35 P A R N E L L ‘
S P O E M S .
A r t‘
s t'
oftening echoes inthe muti ek found,An
'
d , ant'
wer ing natur e‘
s , from the r oof rebound.Here clot
'
e m y ver te, the fer vice atk s no m or e,
Blet'
s thy good God , and give the trant'
por t o'
er .
H A B A K K U K.
‘
N OW leave the por ch, to v itionnowm eat,
“W here the next raptur e glows w ith var ying heat ;
Now change the tim e, and change the tem ple- t'
centg
The following Seer for ewarns a future r eign.
To form : r etirem ent, where the Pr ophets’
t'
ons“
Indulge their holy fl ight, m y fancy m us ;~Som e facr ed college , built for pr e it
'
e and prayer ,
And heavenly d r eam , the t'
eck s Habakkuk there.f erhaps
‘
tis ther e he m oans thenation'
s tin,
Hear s the wor d com e, or feels the fit w ithin;
O r fees the vition, fram'
d wi th angels‘
hands,
Ands d read the judgm ents of r evolted lands5Or holds a convert; if the Lor d appear ,
And , like Elijah, w rap s his . faee for fa r .
Thisfleep r eeets por tends anaét of we ight,
A m etihge labour ing w iththe wor k of fate .
M ethink s the fkies have lott thei r lovely blue,A
‘ttorm r ides fiery, thick the clouds ent
'ue.
Fall’
nto the gr ound , with prottrate face I lie 3oh !
‘
twer e the fam e inthis to gaz e and die
But hark the Pr ophet’
s voice 5 M y prayer s complain'~Of labour t'pent, ofyreachingurg
’
d invaim ,
”e P A'
R 'N E L L '
S P O E M S;
’Tis for their rapine, lutts, and thir tt of blood,And all their unproteéting gods of wood ,The Lord is prefent onhis t
'
acred hill,
Ceat'
e thy weak doubts, and let the world be ilillHere ter ror leaves m e ; w ith exalted head,
I br eathe fine ai r , and find the vitionfled
The Seer w ithdrawn, int'
pir'
d, andurg’
d to write,
By the warm influence of the t'
aered tight.
His w r iting finith’
d, Prophet- like ar ray'
d
He br ings the bur denonthe r egionlaid ;
His hands a tablet and a volum e hear ,The tablet thr eatenings, and the volum e prayer 5.
Both for the tem ple, wher e , to thundecay,Enroll
'
d the work s of int'
pir ationlay.
And awful, ot'
t he ttops , or m ar ches flow ,
W hile the dull‘d nationhear s him pr each their woe.
A r r iv’
d at length, w ith grave eoncernfor all,
He tix’
ti hi s table onthe t'
acr ed wall.’Twas large infer ib
‘
d, that thot'
e who runm ight read
Habakkuk ’s bur den, by theLord decr eed ;For Judah’s tins her em pir e is no m ore,
The fier ce Chaldeans bathe her realm ' ingor e.
Next to the pr iett his vo lum e he r etign’
d,“Twas prayer , with pm itks m in
’
d, . to rait'
e the m ind5°Twas faéls r ecounted , which their father s knew,“Twas power inwonder s m anifett to v iew 5
’Twas com for t, rais’
d onlove already patt,
And hope , that form er love r eturns at h it.The pr isti s w ithinthe pr ophecy eonvey
’
d ,
The fingers’
tunes to joinhis anthem m ade.
H K B A IC K U K .
’
33,
and attend the words 5 and , holy Thoutelp
'
d the Pr ophet, help the Poet now.
.ord, who rul’tt the wor ld, with m or talear
car d thy judgm ents, and I thalte for fear .d , by whom their num ber ’d year s we find,I the m idtt receive the dr ooping m ind 5t the m id il thoucantt—thenm ak e it know ,
we, thy w ill, thy power , tos t
’
ave thine own.
iber m er cy, though thine anger burn,i011 to Salem bid thy flock r eturn.
‘d, who gav'
ti it withanoutfir etch’d hand,°ll r em em ber how thougax
‘
tt the land .
cam e fr om Tem an, touthward t'
prung the ham eyParon- m ount the one that ’
s Holy cam e 5t
ter ing glory m ade the detert blaz e ,
cavenwas cover’
d, ear thwas fill’
d with'
prait'
ec
1g the br ightnet'
s, not the funto br ight,her e the ph r s t
'ubttantialFount of Light 5°
om his hand and ti de ingoldenti r eam s,
th rward etiiuent horny -
pointed beam s
!hone hiscom ing, as fublim ely fairm ded natur e has beenfram ‘
d to bear 5
1his fur ther m ar ks of grandeur hid,hat he could was known, but what he did.lagues befor e him ranat ohis com mand ,ti e the nations inthe prom is
’
d land .
thing flam e went fer thwher e’
er he trod.
urning fever s were the coals of God .
anthe m ount he ti cod , his m eat'ur ing r eed
.
the r ich'
r ealm s for Iacob‘
s feed deem ed
P A R N E L L '
S P o e m s:
He look s with anger , and the nations fly
F r om the her ce fpar klings of his dr eadfuleye ;He tur ns, the m ountain{bakes its awfulbrow? !
Awfulhe turns, and hills eternalbow .
How glory ther e, how ter r or her e, difplays
His greatunknown, yet everlafiing ways !I fee the fable tents along the (trand
W her e Cufhanwander ‘d , defolately Rand ;And M id ian
’
s high pav ilions fhake wi th dread,
W hile the tam’
d feas thy r efcued nationtr ead .
W hat burfi the path ? what m ade the Lor d engage
Gould water s anger , feas incite thy r age,
That thus thine hor fes for ce the foam ing tide,And all the char iots of falvationr ide ?
Thy how was bar e for what thy m er cy fwor e ;
Thofe oaths, that pr om ifc, I fr aelhad befor e .
The r ock that felt thee cleav’
d , the r iver s flow,
The wonder ing defe r t lends them beds below .
Thy m ight the m ountain‘
s lieav ing fhock s confcfs‘
d,
High {hatter'
d Hor eb tr em bled o’
er the r efi.
G r eat Jor danpafs‘
d its nethe i water s by,
I tsupper water s rais’
d the voice onhighg
Safe inthe deep we went, the liquid wallCur ling ar ofe , and had no leave to fail.
The funeffulgent, and the m oonfer ene,
Stcpt by thy w ill, their heavenly com re refrainz
The voice was m an‘
s, yet both the voice obey,
T illwar s com pleted clore the lengthen‘
d day .
Tby glitter ing {pear e, thy rattling dar ts pr evail,
¢
T,hy (pear s of lightning, and thy dar ts of hail.
m P A R N E L L '
S P O E M S.
The Lord °s m y fir ength, like binds he m inke: m]
Yonm ount ’
s m y r efuge, I as fafely fleet ;Or
.
(if the fong’
s apply’
d) he m akes m e fiill
Expeél r eturning to M or iah'
s hill.
Inall this hym nwhat dar ing grandeur (him ,
W hat dar ting glory rays am ong the lines
W hat m ountains, ear thquak es, clouds, and {motfeen,
W hat ambient fires conceal the Lord w ithin;W hatwork ingwonder s give the prom is
’
d place,
And load the conduét of a finbbom race !
Inall the -work a lively fancy flows,
O’
er all the work fincere afi'
eétionglows
W hile truth’
s firm r einthe cour fe of fancy gui desi'
And o’
er afi'
e&ionz eald ivine pr efides.
Borne onthe prophet’
s w ings, m ethin'
k s I flyAm ongft eternalAttr ibutes bnhighAnd her e
'
I touch at Love fupr em ely fair ,And now at Power , anonat M er cy ther e ;
So, like awarblingbir d , m y tunes I wife,Onthofe greenboughs the Tree of Life diffilays ;W hofe twelve fai r fruits, each m onthby turns reoAnd, for the nations
’healing, ope their leaves.
Thenhe the nations heal‘
dzfor this I ling,
Defcending foftly from the pr ophet}: w ing.
Thou, world, attend the cafe of I frael fee”Twillthus at large refer to God and thee .
I f Love be thewnthee, tum thine eyes above,And pay the duties r elative to Love ;I f Power be ihm n, and wonderfullyIo,W onder and thank , adore}, and howbelow.
t l
044 P A R N E L L ’ S P O E M S.
Lift thy hands, and hum bly pray,The fountainof eternal day ;That, as the light fer enely fai r ,I llufirates all the tr aéi s of air ;The Sacr ed Spir it l
'
o m ay refl'
,
W ith quickening beam s, uponthy br eafi ;And k indly cleanit allw ithin,
From dar ker blem i ihes of fin;
And h im w ith graceuntilwe viewThe r ealm i t gilds w ith glory too .
See the day that dawns inair ,
B r ings along its toiland car e
From the lap of night it fpr ings,W ithheaps ofbufinefs oni ts w ings ;Pr epar e to m eet them ina m ind ,
That bows thbm iilively r e iign’d ;
That would to wor k s appointed fall,That knows that God has order
’
d all.
And whether , w ith a fam ll tepafi,
W e br eak the fober m orning fait ;
O r inour thoughts and houfes layThe futur e m ethods of the day 5
O r ear ly walk abr oad to m eet
Our bulinefs, w ith induftr ious feetW hate
’
er we think , whate’
er we do,
H is glory {tillbe k ept inview.
0 , giver of e ternalblifs,
Heavenlv Father , grant m e this ;G r ant i t all, as well as m e,
All whol'
e hear ts are fix’
d onthee
P A R N E L L ’
S P O E M S .
T H E sour, I N s onnp w.
WI TH k ind com paflionhear m y cry,0 , Jefn, Lord of Life, onhigh !
A s whenthe rum m er’
s feafons beat,W ith fcor ching flam e and parhhing heat :The t r ees ar e burnt, the flower s fade,And thir lty gaps inear th ar e m ade .M y thoughts of com fo r t languifh fo,And fo m y foul it broke by woe .
Thenonthy fem ant’
s d rooping head‘
Thy dews of blefiing fweetly fli ed
Let thofe a quick r efr elhm cnt give,
And raii'
e m y m ind , and bid m e live. .
M y fear s of danger , while. I br eathe,M y dr ead offindlefs hellbeneath
M y fenfe of for row for m y fin,
To fpr inging com for t, change within;
Change allm y fad com plaints for cafe.
To chearfulnotes of endlefs praifeNor let a tear: m ine eyes em ploy,
But fuch as owe their bir th to joy]oy tr anfport ing, fweet, and llrong,
F it to fill and raife m y fong 5
Joy that {hall r efounded be,W hile days and nights fucceed for m e
Be not as a judge fever s,Foe fo thy prefa ce who m ay bear ?
?.
A g ng t p s no y m
The Father of the faints aboveAdopts him with afather
’
s love,
And m akes his bofom throughly t ineW ith wondrous (tom of grace divineSweetgraee divine, the pledge of joy,That willhis foulabove em ploy ;Pull joy, that, whenhis tim e is done,Becom es hi s por tionas a fan.
Ah m e ! the fweet infus ’
d defires,
The fer vid wifltes, holy fires ,
W hich thus a m elted hear t refine,Such ar e his, and fnchbe m ine.
Fr om hence defpifing allbefides
That ear th reveals, or oceanhides ;All that m eninei ther pr i z e,
OnGod alone he lets his eyes .
Fr om hence his hope i s onthe wings,His health r enews, his fafety fpr ings,His glory blaz esup below,
And all the fir eam s of com for t flow .
He calls his Sav iour King above,Lor d of m er cy, Lord of love ;
And find s a k ingly car e defend,
And m er cy (m ile, and love defcend,
To chear , to guide him inthe ways
Of this vainworld'
s deceitfulm az e 3
And though the wicked ear th difplay,
I ts ter r or s intheir fier ce ar r ay ;
Or gape (0 wide that hor ror {hows
I ts hellr epletewith enlefs woes ;
354. P A .R N E'
L L’
S P O E M S .
But m eroy'dropt the likenefs her e,
And fl i ew’
d, and fav’
d m e fr om m y fear .
W hile o’
er the darknefs of m y m ind
The feered fpir it purely thin’
d ,
And m ark’
d and br ighten‘
d all the wayW hich leads to ever lafiing day ;And broke the thickening clouds of tin,(And fix
’
d the light of love w ithin.
From hence m y rav ilh’
d foulafpi res,Andd ates the r ife of its deli r es .
Fr om hence to thee, m y God I turn,4 1 nd fervent w ilhes fay I burnI burn, thy glor ious face to fee,And litre inendlel
'
s joy wi th thee .
There‘
sno fuch ardent k ind of flam e
B etweenthe lover and the dam e ;
Nor fuch afi‘
eé’
tionpar ents bear
To their young and only heir ,
Though, join‘
d together , both confpire,
And boafi a doubled for ce of fir e,M y tender hear t, w ithini ts feat;
Di il'
olves before the fcorehing heat ;
A s foftening wax is taught to runBefor e the warm nefs of the fun.
O h, m y flam e, m y plealing pain,‘
IBurnand pur ify m y Rain,W arm m e, burnm e, dayby day,
Tillyoupurge m y ear th away
T illat the laIt I thr oughly'
fli ine,
And turna tor ch of love divine.
253 P A R N E L L ’S P O E M S.
Invain, invain, alas ! {educ’d by ill,And aEted wildly by the for ce of will i
I tell m y foul, i t w illbe conflm lt M ay,
And charm a feal’
on‘
never m ade to Ray 5M y beauteous arbour w illnot Rand 3 (tom ,
The wor ld bnt p r om ifes, and can‘t per form :
Thenfade, ye leaves ; and wither , allye flower s;I
‘
lldoat no longer inenchanted bower 8 5But fadly m ourn, inm elancholy fong,The vainconcei ts that held m y foul fo long.
The luits that tem pt nawith dclufive thaw,
And finbr ought for th for everlafiing woe .
Thus {hall the notes to Sor row‘
s objeét r ife,W hile frequent reits pr ocure a place for fighs ;And , as I m oanuponthe naked plain,Be this the bur thenclofing every fir ain3
Return, m y feares 5 range no m ove abr oad ;
He’
llonly find his blifs who feeles for G“.
E X T
THE fleeting joys, which allaffords below,
W or k the fond hear t w ithunperform ing (hotl iThe with that m akes our happier life com pleat,Nor grafps the wealthnor honour s of the great ;Nor loofely fails onPleafur e
’
s eafy itream ,
Nor gather s wreaths from all the groves of fam e ;
W eak m an, whofe charm s to thefe alone confine,Attend m y prayer , and learnto m iss it thine.
a x‘f a c v . m
it ch thy r ich thr one, wher e circling trains of light
k e day that‘
s endlel'
s, infinitely br ight 5ence, heavenly Father ! thence withm ercy dart
beam of br ightnefs to m y longing hear t.
euthr ough the m ind , dr ive Er ror’
s clouds away,1 {till the rage inPaflion
’
s t roubled fea ;i t the floor banilh
’
d foul, fer enc and free,y r ife from ear th, to v ifit heavenand thee‘
o m e, Peace divine I {li ed gently from above ,
the m y willing bofom , wondwus Love 5I purpled pinion
'
s to m y ihoulder s rye,1 po int the pafl
'
age wher e I want to fly .
ut whither , whither now what power fulfir eth
'
tl'iis blefs'
d influence equ'
als m y deli re .
’
'
e (or Love , the k ind deluder , re igns,i afi s in
’
fancy fuch enchanted fcenes) 5th lell
'
ening fl i es , thepar ting lk ies r etreat,ficecy clouds
'
m ywaving'
feather s beat 5i now the funand now the liar s ar e gone,
flillm ethink s the fpir it bear s m e on,
ere tracts of e ther pur er blue d ifplay,l edge the goldenr ealm of nat ive day .
h, firan'
ge enj oym ent of ablifsunfeenravilhm en
'
t Oh, facr ecl rage w ithin
nultuous pleal‘ur e, r ais
'
tl onPeace ofm ind,
ere , excellive, fr om the world r efin‘
tl!
thelight that veils the throne onhigh,
glitunpier c'
d bym an’
s im purer eye 5ar the
'
words, that ifl’uing thence proclaim ,
.et God’
s attendants p rail'
e his awfulnam e '
5 a
P A R N E L L S PO E M S.
Thenheadsunnum ber ’d bend befor e the lhr ine,M yfter ious feat of M ajelty d ivine
And handsunnum ber ’d (tr ike the lilver fir ing,An
‘
d tonguesunnum ber‘
d Hallelujah ling.
See, wher e the ihining Seraphim s appear ,
And link the i r decent eyes wi th holy fear.
See fl ights of angels all their feather s raife,
And r ange the orbs , and , as they range, theyy rail
Behold the gr eat Apoltles ! fweetly m et,
And high onpearls of azur e te ther fet.
Behold the Pm phets, fullof heavenly ti re,W ith wander ing finger wak e the tr em bling lyr e;
And hear the M ar tyr s’
tune, and allar oundThe chur ch tr ium phant m akes the r egioh found.W i th harps of gold , w ith bows of ever -
gr cen,
W ith robes of white, the pious thr ongs are feenaExalted anthem s all their hour s em ploy,And all is mufick , and excefs of joy .
Charm’
d with the light, I long to bear a par t ;
The plea‘
fur eflutter s .at m y r avilh’
d heart .
Sweet faints and angels of the heavenly choir ,
I f love has war m’
d youw ith cclefiial fir e,
A flifi m y words, and, as they m ove along,W i thHallelujahs cr ownthe bur then’
d fong.
Father of all above , and allbelow ,
-0 gr eat, and far beyond expr eiiionfo ;
No bounds t hy knowledge , none tllYPOW CI‘ e onfiiFor power and knowledge inthei r four ce are thimA round thee glory {pr eads her goldenwingS ing, oglitter in‘g angels, Halleluj ah ling.
P A R N E L L ’
S P O E M S.
O N D I V I N E L O V E,
s r uant 'r s
'
r t nc o re
TH E W OUN D S O F C HB I S'
]
HOLY Jefus l God of Love !
Look w ith pity from above
Shed the precious purple titleFi om thine hands, thy feet, thy lide 5Let thy fiream s of com for t r oll,
Let them pleafe and fillm y foul.Let m e thus for ever beFullof gladnefs, full of thee.
This, for which m y w ilhes pine,I s the cup of love divine 5
Sweet afibétions flow from hence,
Sweet, above the joys of fcnfe 5Bleffed philtr e ! how we find
I ts facr ed worlhips 1 how the m ind,
Oi all the world forgetful, gr own,Candefpilfe anear thly throne 5
Raife its thoughts to r ealm s above,
Think of God , and ling of love .
Love celeltial, wond r ous heat,0 , beyond expr efli on gr eat !
W hat r efiftlefs charm s wer e thine,Inthy good, thy belt defignl
O N D I V I N E L O V E .
WhenGod was hated, Sinobey’
d,
.ud m anundone without thy aid ,tom the feats of endlel
’
s peace
hey brought the Son, the Lord of Grace 5hey taught him to r eceive abir th,
0 cloath inflelh, to live onearth ;nd after , lifted him onhigh,
nd taught him onthe cr ofs to die .
Love ce‘leftial, ardentnrc,
extr em e of fweet defi re !
ur ead thy br ig htly raging flam e
br ough and ov er allm y fram e 5
at it warm m e, let it burn,t m y corpfe to aihe s turn;06, m ight thy flam e thus a€t with m efet the foul from body free,
text wouldul'e thy wings, and flyam eet m y Jefus inthe fl y .
QU E E N AN N E ’S P EAC E.
(W r i tteninDecember , 1 7 t z
OTH'
E R of Plenty, daughter of the flr ies.Sweet Peace , the tr oubled wor ld ‘
s defi r e, ar il'
e;
Id thy Poet weave thy fum m er‘
ihades,
nm y fancy fpread thy flowery m eads ;
S 4 Am ongl’t
‘
his Poem received feveral m m étions, incontoe of hints from Lor d BolingbrokeSee the Dean's Journal to Stella,
“ 5 Jan. 31 , and Pet» 1 9, 37 1 3- 1 3. N.
266. p anp a t t '
s r o a m s.
W henallher labour s at their har vefi (hovmShall, inher fubjeéts
'
joy, com plete her own.Thenbreak ing filence 5
‘Tis enough, (he cr ies.
That war has rag’
d to m ak e the nations wife.
Heavenprofper s arm ies whilft they fight to fave,
And thi r it of fur ther fam e dellroys the brave ;The vanquifh
’
d Gauls ar e humbly pleae’
d to live,
And but efcap’
d the chains they m eant to give.
Now let the power s be fiill'
d, and each poifefs'
d
Of what fecur es the com m onfafety befi .
So fpak e the Queen5 then, fill‘
d withwarm th divi.
She call’
d her Oxford to the grand delign5Her Oxford , prudent inaffair s of hate,Profoundly thoughtful, m anifeitly gr eatInevery turn, whofe (teddy tem per fieer sAbove the r each of gold, or {hock of fear s 5
W hom no blind chance, but m er itunder flood,By fr equent tr ials, power of doing good 5And will to execute, advanc'd onhigh,
oh, foulcr eated to defer ve the flty !And m ake the nation, crown
’
d wi th glory, fee
How much it°
rais’
d i tl'
elf by railing thee !
Now let the fchem es which labour inthy breafi,The long Alliance, blelt with lafl ing r eit
W eighallpr etences with im par tial laws,
An'
d fix the (egarate inter elts of the caufe.Thefe toils the gracefulBolingbrolte attends;
A genius falhion’
d for the gr eatelt ends.5
W hore li r ong genceptiontakes the . t'
wiftsllz flight,
And yet its fwiftncffi mbt obfcum its light s,
3:
268 P A R‘
N E L L '
S P O E M S .
Yet could m y praife, like fpicy odour s fhed,I never laiting fang em balm the dead ;
To r ealm s'
that weeping heard the lofs I’
d tell,
W hat courage, fenfe, and faith, wi th B randonfellBut Br itainm or e thanone fo r glory br eeds,
And polilh'
d Talbot to the charge fucceeds 5W hofe far -
proj eé’
ting thoughts, m atur ely clear ,
Like glall'
es, d raw their d iltant obj eéts near .
Good par ts, by gentle br eeding much r efin’
d ,
And fior es of learning, grace his am ple m ind ;A cautious v ir tue r egulates his ways ,And honour gilds them w ith a thoufand rays .
To ferve his nation, at his Qieen’
s com m and,
He par ts, com mifl ion'
d for the Gallick land
W ith pleafur e Gaulbeholds him onher ihor e,
And learns to love anam e fli e fear’
d befor e .
Once m or e aloft , ther e m eet for new debates,
The GuardianAngels of Eur opa’
s ltates
And mutual concor d fhines inevery face,
And every bofom glow s w ith hopes of peace ;
W hile Br itain’
s Reps, inone confent, theyprail'
e,
Thengravely m ournthei r other r ealm s delays 5
Their doubtful claim ‘
s , thr ough feas of blood purlThei r fear s that Gallia fellbut half fnbdued 5And all the r eafonings which attem pt to {how
That war lhould '
ravage inthe wor ld below .
Ah, fall’
nefiate of m an! canrage delight,W ounds pleafe the touch, or ruinchar m the ligb
Am bitionm akeunlovely M ifchief fair !Or ever Pr idebe Providence
'
s care ! ~
on ( m e an ANNE’
S Peac e . m
The m ountaind oling o‘
er the Fury lies,And {tops her pafi
'
age, wher e the m eans to r ife ;
And whenthe h ives, or ihitte her tide for safe,
AllBr itainr ock s am idlt her cir cling fees .
Now Peace, returning after tedious woes,Reitor es the com forts of a calm tepore ;
Thenbid the war r ior s (heath their fanguin‘
d arm ,
Bid angr y trum pets ceal'
e to found alarm s 3Guns leave to thunder inthe tor tur ’d ai r ,Red fir eam ing colours furlaround the (pear 5And each contending r ealm no longer jar ,But, pleas
’
d with r eR,unharnefs all the war .
She com es, the Blefling com es 5 wher e’
er (he moves
New - fpr inging Beauty all the land im provesM or e heaps of fragrant flower s the field adorn,M or e fweet the birds falute the rofy m orn5M ore lively greenr efr elhes all the leaves,
And inthe breez e the cornm or e thickly wanes.She com es, the Blefling com es ineafy Rate,
And form s of br ightnefs allar ound lm ‘wai t a
Heme fm iling Safety, w ith her bofom bar e,Secur ely walk s, and chear fulPlenty ther e ;Here wond rous S
'
ciences w ith eagles'
fight 5
There LiberalA r ts, which m ake the wor ld polite 5
And openTrafii clt , joining hand inhand,W ith honelt Indultry, appr oach the land .
0, welcom e, long- defir’
d , and lately found !Here fix thy featuponthe Br itilh ground 5Thy ihining trainarourid the nationfend,While by degrees the load ing. taxes end 3
W hile
m"
P A R -N E L L ’
S P O E M'
S.
‘
W hile Cautioncalm , yet {tillpr epar’
d for arm s,
A nd fo re ignTreaties , guard fr om foreignharm sW hile equalJultice, 'hear ing '
evety caufe ,.M akes every fubjeét - jointo love the laws .W her e Br itain’s Patr iots inCouncilm eet,
'
Let public fafety tell at Anna'
s feet
,Let Oxford’
s fchem es the path to Plenty'
lhow,
And thr ough the r ealm increafing‘
Plenty go .
Let A r ts and Sciences inglor y r ife,oAnd pleasfd the world has leifur c
‘
tohe w ife 5
A round thei r Oxford and their St . Johnftand,Like plants that flour ilh by the M aitcr
’
s hand
And fafe inhope the fans of Learning wait,W her e Learning
‘
s (elf has fix’
d her fair r etr eat.
Let Tralficlt , cher ilh'd by the Senate
‘
s car e,
'Onall the feas em ploy the waiting air
A nd Induftry, w ith cir culating wing,Through all the land the goods of Trafli ck br ing.
The bleilings fo d ifpos’
d w illlong abide,
S ince Anna r eigns , and Har ley’
s thoughts prelide,~G r eat Orm ond
'
s arm s the fwo rd of~
cautionw ield,And hold Br itannia
’
s broad -
proteé’
ting fhield 5
B r ight Bolingbr oke and wor thy Dar tm outh treat,By fai r d ifpatch, withe very fo reignState ;
And Har cour t‘s knowledge, equitably fhown,h’Iakes Juflice callhis firm decrees her own.
Thus all that Poets fancied Heavenof old,
.M ay for the Nation'
s pr efent em blem hold
Ther e Jove im per ial fway’
d 5 M iner vawife,
And Phcebus eloquent, adorn’
d the‘
llt ies ;
”a P A R N E L L ’
S P o e m s .
Each, wher e {he fix‘
tl, attentive feem'
d to root,And all,
'
hut Eloquence her l'elf, was mute .
High o’
er the r eil: I fee the Goddefs r ife,
Loofe to the br eez e her upper garm ent fl iesBy turns, w i thinher eyes the Pafli ons burn,And fofter Pallions languilh intheir turnUponher tongue Per fualionor Com m and,And decent A& ionilwellsuponher hand .
Fr om out her br eaft (‘
twas ther e the tr eai'ure lay
She dr ew thy labour s to the blaz e of day ;Thengaa
’
d , and read the charm s the could infpirtAnd taught the lili ening aud ience to adm ire,How (trong thy fl ight, how large thy grafp of that
How jult thy fchem es, how r egular ly w rought ;How fure youwound whenI ronies der ide,W hich mult be feen, and feignto turnalide.‘Twas thus explor ing the r ejoic
‘
d to fee
Her br ighteitfeatur es"
drawnfo near by thee
Thenher e,”the cr ies, let future ages dwell,
And learnto copy, wher e they can’
t excel."
She i‘
pak e . Applaufe attended onthe clofe t
ThenPo€fy, her filter- ar t, arofe 5
Her fairer filter ,‘
bornindeeper cafe,
Not m ade (0 much for bufm efs, m ore to pleafe.Uponher cheek fits Beauty, ever young 5The foul ofMui ic warbles onher tongue 5B r ight inher eyes a pleating A rdour glows,And from her heart the fweetefiTem per flows:
A laur el- wr eat h adorns her curls of hai r ,A nd binds their order t o the dancingair 3
N DR . S W I FT ’S B I RTH - DA Y. m
(bakes the colour s of her radiant wing,ld , ,fr om the Spher es, ihe takes a pitch to ling.
l'
br ice happy Genius his, whofe W ork s have hit
e lucky point of Buiinefs and of W i t.
iey feem , like ihower s, which Apr ilm onths prepare
call their flowery glor iesup to ai re d r ops , defcending, take the painted bow,
d d r ers w ith funihine, while fo r good they flow.
m e ret i r ing oft, he huds r eliefilowly - wafting car e and bi ting gr ief
1m m e r etreating oft, he gives to v iew'
hat cafes care and gr ief inother s too .
fondly gr ave, be w i fe enough to know ,
Life, ne’
er unbent , wer e but a life of woe .
ne, full in{tretch for greatnefs , fam e for gain,
his ownrack each puts him felf to pain.
llgently {tealyoufrom your toils away,her e balm y w inds w ith fcents am brolialplay 5here, onthe bank s as cryital r iver s flow ,
ey teach im m or talam aranth'
s to gr ow
en, fr om the m ild indulgence o? the fechestor e your tem per s ltrong for toils again.
ihe ceas'
d . Soft muhe trem bled '
inthe w ind,
d [weet delight d iffus’
d through every m ind 3
e little Sm iles, which fiill the Goddefs grace,
>r tive ar ol'
e, and ranfrom face to face .
t chief (and inthat place the V ir tues blefs)gentle band their eager joys exprefste, Fr iendlhip aflcs, and Love of M er it longs
hear the Goddefl’
es r enew their fangs ;T 3 “e ta
280 P A R N E L L ’
S P O E M SJ
Loft by the glor ies of her lover’
s (late,
Delucled Sem ele bewails her fate ;And runs, and feem s to burn, the flam es ar il
'
e,
And fanw ith idle fury as the flies .
The lovely C z nis , whore transform ing lhape
Secur ’d her honour fr om a fecond rape,
Now m oans the firlt, w ith ruffled d refs appear s,Feels her whole fex r eturn, and bathes with tears .
The jealous Pr ocr is w ipes a l'
eem ing wound,W hofe tr ick ling cr im l
'
ondyes thebulhy ground 5Knows the fad ihaft, and calls befor e the go,
To k ifs the favour ite band that gave the blow .
W her e Oceanfeigns a rage, the SeitianFairHolds a d im t xper fr om a tower of ai r 5
A no if elefs w ind afi'
aults the waver ing light,The beauty tum bling m ingles w ith the night .
W her e cur ling lhades for r oughLeucate r ofe,W i th love d iltraéted tuneful Sappho goes 5S i ngs to m ock clifts am elancholy lay,
And with a lover’
s leap affr ights the fea.
The fad E ryphile r etreats to m oan,
W hat wr ought her huiband’
s death, and caus’d her ovSur veys the glitter ing veil, the br ibe of fate,
And tear s the lhadow, but the tear s too late.Inthindelign, and airy piéture, fleet
The tales that itainthe royalhoufe of Crete 5
To cour t a lovely Bull, Pafiphae flies,The fnowy phantom feeds before her eyes .
Lott Ar iadne i av’es, the thread the bore
Trails onunwinding, as the walks the them
w P A R N E B L’S P O E M S.
Though all the pom p that glitter s at his fide,The goldenbelt , the clafp and quiver hid e 5And though the tor ch appear a gleam of -white,
That faintly fpots, and m oves in“haz y night,Yet (till they know the god , the general foe,
And threatning lift the ir airy hand s below .
Fr om hence they lead him where a m yr tle fieothThe faddefi m yr tle inthe m ournfulwood 5Devote to vex the gods,
‘
twas here before
Hell’
s -hwfulEm pr efs foft Adonis bore .
W henthe young hunter fcorn‘
d her graver air ,
And only Venus -warm‘
d his lhadow ther e .
Fin‘d to the trunk the tender boy they bind,
They cor d his feet beneath, his hand s behind 5
He m ourns , but vainly m ourns his angry faterFor Beauty, {till r elentlefs, afts inhate .
Though no offence be done , no judge be nigh,Love mull be guilty by the com m oncry 5
Fo r allar e pleae’
d , by par tialPaiiionled ,
To fl i ift their follies onanother’
s head .
Now {harp r epr oaches r ing their thr illalarm s,
Anti all the hero ines brandifh all their arm s ;
And every heroine m akes it her dec ree,
That Cupid fufl'
er juft the fam e as the .
To fix the defperate halter one efl'
ay’
d ,
One feelt s to wound him w ith anem pty blade.
Som e headlong hang the nodding r ock s of air ,
They fall infancy, and he feels defpair .
Som e tol'
s the hollow feas around his head
(The feas that want awave afford adread).
m ,P A R N E L L '
S P O E M S.
Here ends their wrath, the par ent feem s fevere,
The ltroke’
sunfit for littleLove to bear ;To fave their foe the m elting Beauties fly,And , cruelM other , (par e thy child , they cry .
To Love’
s account they plac’
d thei r death of late,
And now transfer the fad account to FateThe M other , pleas
’
d, beheld the Rom afl'
wage, ‘
Thank’
d the calm m ourner s , and d ifm ifs’
d her rage.
Thus Fancy, once induflty lhade eXprefs‘
d,
W ith em pty ter r or s work’
d the tim e of r efi .
W her e w r etched Love endur 'd awor ld of woe,
For alla W inter’
s length of night below .
Thenfoar'
d , as flcep dtlfolv’
d , unchain’d away,And through the Por t of I vory reach
’
d the day.
As, m indlefs of their r age, he flowly fails
Oupinions cpmber’
d inthe m ifty vales ;
Ah, fool to light ! ) the Nym phs no m ore obey,
Nor was this r egionever his to {wayCall: ina deepen
’
d r ing they clofe the plain,And fei z e the god, r elaftant all invain.
T H E J UD G E M E N T O F PAR I S.
HERE wav ing pines the br ows of I da thade,The fwain, young Par is, half fupinely laid,
Saw the loofe flock s thr ough lhrubsunnum ber’
d rave,
And , piping, call‘
d them to the gladded grove .
’Twas ther e he m et the m efl'
age of theneice,That he, the Judge of Beauty, deal the pr i z e .
The m efl'
age known5 one Love w ith anxious m ind’
To makehis m other guard the tim e aflign’
d,
THE j UDGEMENT or PAR I S. 33;
Drew for th her pr oud white (wane, and trae’d the pairThat wheel her char iot inthe purple ai r aA goldenbow behind hi s lhoulder bends,A goldenquiver at his fide dependsPointing to thel
'
e he nods, w ith fearlel’
s Rate,
And bids her fafely m eet the grand debate.
Another Love pr oceeds, w ithanxious car e,To m ake his ivory fleck the lhining hair
M oves the lool'
e curls, and bids the for ehead (how,Infull expanfion, all its native fnow .
A third enclafps the m any - colour ‘d cell,
And , rul’d by Fancy, fets the filver veil;W hen, to her Ions , w ith interm ingled fighs,The Goddefs of the r ofy lips applies .
”Tis now , m y darling boys, a tim e to {how
The love youfeel, the filialaids youowe :Yet, would we think that any dar
’
d to (tr ive
For charm s, whenVenus and her Love ’
8 alive
Or thould the pr i z e of Beauty be deny’d ,
Ik e Beauty’
s Em pr efs aught to boaft belide ?And, t ing
’
d with po ifon, pleafing while it harm s,
M y darts I trufied to your infant arm s 5
I f, whenyour hands have ar ch’
d the goldenhow,
The W or ld’
s gr eat Ruler , bend ing, owns the blow.L et no contend ing form invade m y due,Tall Juno’
s m ien, nor Pallas eyes of blue.But, grac
’
d with tr ium ph, to the PaphianfhoreYour Venus bear s the palm s of conquefi o
’
er ;
And joyful fee m y hundr ed altar s there,W ith coltlygum sy eifum e the wantonairs
.2 W hile
1 86 P A R N E L 'L 'S P O E M S.
W hile thus the Cupids hear the Cypr ianDam e,The groves refountled wher e a Goddefs cam e.
The war like Pallas m ar eh‘
d wi th m ighty (tr ide,
Her fhield forgot, her helm et laid slide .
Her hai r unbound , incurls and order flow‘
d,
And Peace, or fom ething like, her v il'
age lhew’
dgSo, w i thher eyes fer enc, and hopefulhalte,The long- fir etch
’
d alleys of the wood the trac’
d i
But, wher e the woods a fecond entrance found,W ith fcepter
‘
d pom p and goldenglory .er own’d ,
The fiately Juno fialk ’
d , to r each the feat,
.And hear the fentence inthe hit debate ;
And long, feverely long, r efent the grove
Inthis, what boots it {he‘
s the wife of Jove ?Arm
‘
d w ith agrace at length, fecur e to win,The lovely Venus , fm iling, enter s in
All fweet and lhining, near the youth {he drew,Her r ory neck ambrofial odouw threw ;
The facr ed (cents d ifl'us‘d am ong the leaves,
R andownthe woods , and fill’
d their hoar y caves;
The charm s , l'
o am or ous all, and each (0 great,The conquer ’d Judge no longer k eeps his feat ;Oppr efs
‘
d with light, he d rops his weary’
d eyes,
And fear s he thould he thought to doubt the pri ze:
p88 P A R N E L L’
S P O E M S.
A R I D D L E.
P 0N abed of humble clay,Inallher garm ents loofe,
A prolkitute m y m other lay,
To every corner‘
sufe.
Tillone gallant, inheat of love,
His ownpeculiar m ade her ;
And to a regionfar above,
And fofter beds, convey’
d her.
But, inhis abfence, to his placeHis rougher r ivalcam e ;
And , w ith a cold eonflrain‘
d embrace,
Begat m e onthe dame .
I thenappear’
d to public v iewA cr eatur e wondrous br ight;
But ihor tly per ilhable too,Inconttant, nice, and light.
Oufeather s not together fallI w ildly flew about,
And fr om m y father’
s country pafs’
d
To find m y m other out.
W her e her gallant, of her beguil’
d,
W ith m e enam our ’d grew,
And I , that was m y m other‘
s child,Brought forthm y m other ton.
T O H I S G R A C ‘
E
THOM AS, DUKE OF NEW CA STLE.
H Y L O R D ,
HE honour s of your anc ient and i lluftr ious fam ily, which that noble wr ite r ,AlgernonSidney,
lace s am ong the firlt inthefe k ingdom s for pr er oga
ve of bir th, the titles which youhave long wornw i thifiiuguilhed lufir e, and the high fiationwhichyouave m any year sfilled , andnow fill, inthe governm ent,ive your G race 3 jufi pr ehem inence in the com muity ; but they are excellencies of a m or e exalted k ind
l which this tr ibute of m y r efpeét is paid . Your earlyal in the caufe of liber ty, which m anife fted i tfelf
t the clofe of a late r eign, whenthe wo r li of fchem es
rer e pr om oted againfi this nationby the w ont of m en,
me aKociation (of which I had the honour to be anum ble m em ber ) into which youthenentered , w ith
awe other s, em inent fox thei r bi r th, for tune, and
h owledge ,~for feenr ing the lucccfli onot the houfe of
Ianover to the thr one of thele k ingdom s , your taltetfufeful and polite literatur e, and the encour agem ent
which youhave beenalways r eady to give to it, yourriendly r egar d to, and connection w i th, that unierfity which has beenthe nur fe of the gr eatelt fiatef
nen, her oes , philol’
opher s , and poets , of Englith
growth, and the openliberality of your hear t onall
U 3 laudable
ac P R E F A C E .
and violence, but m ore of a fedate and quiet harmony;and , ther efor e, do they rather befr iend contem plation.
In like m anner , the Pafior al Song gives a - fweet and
gentle eom pofune to the m ind ; whereas the‘
Epic and
T ragie Poem s, by the vehem ency of their em otions,
r aife the fpir its into a ferm ent.
To ~v iew a fai r {lately palace, fir ik es na indeed with
adm iration, and (wells the foulwithnotions of grandeur but whenI fee a little eounh'
y- dwelling, advan
tageoufly fituated am idlt a beauteful var iety ofbills,
m eadows, fields, woods, and r ivulets, I feel annufpeakable for t of fatisfaélion and r cannot
'
for‘
bear withingm y k inder for tune would place m e infuch a fweet tetir em ent'.
Theocr itus, V i rgil, and Spenfer , are 'the only Poets
who feem to have hit uponthe true natur e of Padlo
ral Com pofitions : (0 that it w ill be fufi cient praifiif I have not altogether failed inm y ettam
”a'
A . P H I L I P S‘
S P O E M S .
The winds ar e hulh ; the dews d ifiil; and (leqHath clos
‘
d the eyelids of m y wear y fheep
I only, with the prowling wolf, conllrain‘
d
Allnight to wak e w ith hunger he i s pain’
d,
And I , w ith love . Hie hunger he m ay tam e
But who canquench, O cruelLove, thy fiam '
W hilom did I , allas this poplar fair ,
Up- raife -
m yheedl‘
efs head , thenvoid of car e,i n tM ong ruftic r outs the chief for wantongam e
J Nor could they m er r y m ak e, tillLobbincam e
r “ W ho better feenthan I inlhq iher ds‘
ar ts,
To pleafe the lad s, and w inthe lafl'
es‘
hear ts
How deftly, to m ine oaten- r eed fo fweet,
W ont they,uponthe green, to {hift thei r feetAnd , weary
’
d inthe dance, how would they ySom e well- dev ifed tale fr om m e to learn
“For m any fongs and tales of m ir thhad I ,
To chace the lo iter ing funadownthe ihyBut, ah ! fm ce Lucy coy, deep
- w r ought her {1W ithinm y hear t, unm indful of delightThe jolly groom s I fly, and , all alone,To r ock s and woods pour for th m y fruitlefs itOh! quit thy wonted fcorn, relentlefs Fair !Er e, linger ing long, I
.per ifh thr ough det
’
pair .
Had Rofalind beenm illr efs of m y m ind,
Thoughnot fo fai r , {he would have pr ov’
d m one
0 think , unwitting m aid , while yet is tim e,
How flying year s im pair thy youthful pr im e !Thy vi rgin
- bloom w illnot for ever flay,
And flower s, though leftungathcr‘
d , w illdect
ego. A . P H I L I P S’
S P O E M S .
How would I wander , every day, to find”I
“he choice of w ild ings , blulhing thr ough the r ind!
For gloffy plum bs how lightfom e clim b the tr ee,How r ifle the vengeance of the thr ifty bee !
Or ! if thoudeignto live a lhepher defs,ThouLobbin’s flock , and Lobbin, {halt pofl
'
efs
Aha, fair m y flock , no r yet uncom ely I ,
I f liquid fountains flatter not ; and whyShould liquid ofountains flatter us, yet (howThebor der ingflower s lefebeauteous thanthey grow?0 ! com e, m y love 5nor think thi em ploym entm ean,Tho dam s to m ilk , and little lambk ins wean, 95
To dr ive a- field , by m orn, the fattening ewes,
Er e the warm fundr ink -up the cooly dews,W hile, w ith m y pipe, and wi th m y voice, I cheat
Eachhour , and through the day detainthine ear . t oo
How would the crook befeem othy lily- hand l
Haw would m y younglingsxound thee gaz ing Randi
Ah, w itlefs younglings l gaz e not on‘
her eye :
Thence allm y for row ; thence the death I d ie. 304
0 , k illing beauty ! and Q , for e deli r e !
Mutt thenm y fufi'
er ings , but w ith life, expire ?Thoughblofi
'
om s every year the tr ees adorn,Spr ingafter fpr ing I w ither , h iptwithfcorn
Nor tr ow I whenthis bitter blalt w illend ,O r if youli ar s w ill e
’
er m y vows befr iend .
Sleep, fleep, m y flock ; for happy ye m ay take
Sweetnightly t ell, thoughk illyour m atter wake. m
Now to the waning m oon, the nightingal
InIlender warblings , tun’
d her y itoous tale,
"
P A S T O R A L S. 30:
‘
he love - hek Shepherd, liltcm ing, felt relief,leas
’
d with- fo fweet a par tner inhis gr ief,‘
ill, by degr ees, her notes and filentnight .‘
o flum ber s fatt his heavy heart invi te.
‘
H E S E C O N D P A S T O R AL
T H E N O T, C O L I N E . T. .
T H K N O T .
'8 it not Colinet I lonefom e fee, .
Leaning w ith folded arm s againlt the tr ee
r is i t age of late bed im s m y light ?
Tis Colinet, indéed, inwoefulplight;'
hy cloudy look , why m elting into tear s,
nfeem ly, now the flty fo br ight appear s ?
[by inthis m ournfulm anner ar t thoufound ,nthankful lad, whenallthings huile ar ound ?r hear
’
fi not lark and linnet jointly ling,hei i' notes blithe- warbling to falute the fpr ing ?
C o L 1 ua'r .
hough'bli the their notes, not (0 m y wayward fate ;
or lark would ling, nor lim ter, inm y (late. 1 3
ach cr eatur e, Thenot, to his talk is born,8 they to m i r th and mutic, I to m ourn.
’ak ing, at m idnight, I m y woes r enew,
[y tear s oft'
m ingling with the falling dew.
Taanot .
go: A . P H I L I P S'
S P O E M'
S ..
T unn o'r .
Small eaufe, I ween, has lufiy youth to plain3O r who m ay, then, the weight of eld full'ain,W henevery flack ening ner ve begins to fail,
And the load pr effetlt as our days pr evailYet, though with year s m y body downward tend,As trees beneath their fruit , inautum n, bend ;Spite of m y
fnowy head , and icy veins,
M y m ind a chear ful tem pe r {till r etainsAnd why thould m an, m i fhap what w ill, r epine,
Sour every fweet , and m ix w i th tear s his w ineBut tellm e, then I t m ay r elieve thy woe,
To let a fr iend thine inwar d ailm ent know .
C o 1 . r N a r .
Idly’
twillwafte thee, Thenot, the whole day,
Shouldll thougive ear to allm y grief canfay .
Thine ewes w illwander ; and the heed lefs lambs,
Inloud '
oom plaints, r equir e thei r abfent dam s .
T n s N o'r .
See Lightfoot ; he {hall tend them clol'
e : and I"Tweenwhiles, acrofs the plainw illglance m ine eye.
C o L 1 N r: T .
W here to beginI know not, wher e to end .
Does there one fm iling hour m y youth attendThough few m y days , as well m y follies (how,
Yet ar e thofe days all clouded o’
er withwoe :
No happy gleam of x'unlhine doth appear ,
M y lower ing (ky, and w intery m onths, to cheer .
M y piteous plight inyonder nak ed . tr ee,
W hichbear s the thunder - fcar , too plainI fee :
304. A . P H I L I P S’
S P O E M S'
.
Sweet are thy bank s ! Oh, whenthall I , once m ore,W ith ravilh
'
d eyes r eview thine am ell’
d lhor e
W hen, in- the cryftal of thy water , fcan
Each featur e faded , and m y colour waneW hen(hall I fee m y hut, the (m allabodeM yfelf d id raife, and cover o
’
er w ith fod
Sm all though it be, a m eanand hum ble cell,Yet i s ther e r oom for peace and m e to dwell.
T H a N o T .
And what enticem ent charm’
d thee, far away.
F r om thy lov’
d hom e, and led thy hear t attr ay ?
C o L 1 N e T .
A lewd defire, firange lads and fwains to know :
Ah, God! that ever I thould covet woe !
W i thwander ing feetunblelt, and fond of farm ,
I fought I know not what befides anam e .
T n a N o'r
Or , footh to fay; d id ft thounot hi ther r oamInfear ch of gains m or e plenty thanat hom e
A rolling- iione i s, ever , bar e of m ofs ;
And , to their colt, gr eenyear s'
old proverbs cr ofs.
C o L x N E'
r .
Sm allneed there was , inrandom fear ch of gain,
To d r ive m y p ining flock athwar t the plaid,To diltant Cam . Fine gainat length, I trow,
To hoardup to m yfelf fuch dealof woe !M y (heep quite (pent, thr ough travel and ill- Fare,And , like their keeper , ragged gr ownand bar e,
The dam p, cold gr eenfwar d, for m y nightly bed,
And fam e flant willow’
s trunk to tellm y head .
366 A . {3R I 1. 13> s os I P‘
D e'
M s .
He, good to all, who good (id em ) (hall j iveThy
'
flock m"feed , and thee at eai
'
e to live,
Shallcurbthe m alice ofunbr idled tongues,And bounteoully rewar d thy rural fangs .
C O L r N s'r .
Fii‘ft, then; thalllightfom e birds forget tally,The br iny. oceanturnto pnfiurcs dry,And every r apid r iver cearc to flow,
Er e I unm indful of M enalcas grow .
gT us N 0
f
r .
Thisnight thy-
car e with m e for ge t and‘
fold
y
'
flock w ith m ine, tow ard th’
injur ious cold.New m ilk , and clouted cr eam , m i ld cheefe and tunW ith fom e r emaining fruit of lall year
’
s hoard,
Shallbe our evening far e, and, for the night,Sweet herbs and m ol
'
s, which gentle fleep invite
And now behold the fun’
s deyar ting ray,
O’
er yond er hill, the fignof ebbing dayW i th fongs the jovialhinds returnfrom plow ;
Andunyok‘
d heifer s, loiter ing hom eward, low.
T H E T H I R D P A S T O R AL.
A L B I N O .
WH EN V irgil thought no lham e the Dor ic 11 !
To tune, and flock s onM antuanplains tollW ith young Augultus
’ nam e he grac‘
d his fongr
And Spenfer , whenam id the rural throng r‘ l
303 A . P H I’
L
'
I P S‘
S r o
i
s‘
M s
'
.
Canwe forget, Albino dear , thy knell,Sad - l
‘
ound ing w ide from every v illage- bell?
Canwe forget how for ely Albionm oan’
d,
That hills , and dales, and rock s, inecho groan‘
d, 3‘
Prefaging futur e woe, when, for our cr im es,
W e loll Albino, pledge of peaceful tim es,
Fair boalt of this fair I iland , darling joyOf nobles high, and every thepherd
- boy ?
No joyous pipe was heard , no flock s wer e feen,Nor fhepherd founduponthe gratl
'
y gr een,
No cattle graz’
d the field , nor d rank the flood ,
No birds wer e heard to warble through the wood . 44
Inyonder gloom y grove out - ltr etch‘
d he lay
His lovely lim bsuponthe dam py clay ;Ouhis cold check the r ol
'
y hue decay’
d ,
And, o’
er his lips , the deadly blue difplay‘
d
Bleating ar ound him lie his plaintive theep,
And m ourning fhepherds com e, incrowd s , to weep.
Young Buckhur lt com es and, is ther e no redreft ?
A s if the grave r egarded our d il’tr efsThe tender vi rgins com e, to tear s yet new ,
And give, aloud , the lam entat ions due .
The pious m other com es , w ith gr ief oppr ell s'
Ye tr ees , and confcious fountains, canattetiW i thwhat fad accents, and what pier cing cr ies ,She fill
’
d the grove , and im p'
or tun’d the (k ies,And every li ar upbr
'
aided w ith his~deatli,W hen, inher w idow
’
d arm s , devoid of breath,She clafp
‘
d he r (on nor d id the Ny m ph; for this,Place inher darlm g
’s welfar e allher bi ifs;
ching, young, the harm lefs crook to wieldle the peaceful em pire of the field .
- white fwans onttream s of filver thaw,
'ery firearm to grace the m eadows flow,
the vales , and tr ees the hills adorn,to thine, anornam ent was born.
on, delicious youth, didll quit the plains,gratefulgr ound we t illwith fruitlefs pains,lr
’
d fur rows fow the choice of wheat,
er em pty theaves, inhar vell fwea ,
ncreat’
e our fleecy cattle yield
m s, and thitlles, over fpread the field .
our hope is fled, like m orning- dew !
rce d id we thy dawnof m anhood v iew.
10W , thall teach the pointed {pear to throw,
lthe fl ing, and bend the flubbornbow,
the quoit w ith Ready aim , and far ,lewy for ce, to pitch the m all
’
y bar ?
thoulive to blet's thy m other’
s days,
her tr ium phs , and to feelher praife,;nrealm s to pur chal
'
e early fam e,
Inew glor ies to the Br i tifhnam e
fulm ay thy gentle fpi i it r eft
fery tur f'
lie lightuponthy br eaflzl ing owl, nor bat, thy tom bfiy rouhd,night goblins revel o
’
er the gr ound .
P A L x N.
ar e, m illakenAngelot, com plain
lives ; and all our teat s ar e vainX 3 Albino
, , 3u A. ? H I L I P S ’S r o a m s
Har k , how they warble inthat brambly bulh,The gaudy goldfinch, and the fpeckly thru
‘
lh,
The linnet green, wi th other s fram ‘d for (kill,
And blackbir d fluting through his yellow bill!Infp1 ightly concert how they all combine,Us prom pting inthe var ious tongs to joinUp, A rgol, then, and to thy lip applyThy m ellow pipe, or voice m or e found ing try?And fince our ewes have graz
’
d , what harm s if th
Lie round and liitenwhile the lam bk ins play ?A a o o L .
W ell, M yco, canthy dainty w it expr efs
Fair Nature’ s bounties inthe fair eft dr el's‘
Tis raptur e all the place, the birds, the dry ;
And raptur e work s the finger’
s fancy high.
Sweet br eathe the fields, and now a gentle breez e
M oves every leaf, and tr em bles thr ough the tree:I ll fuch inc item ents fuit m y rugged lay,Befitting m ore the muti c thoucantt play .
M Y c o .
No {k ill of m ail: honI , li m ple fwain,Nofine device thine ear to enter tain:
K,
Albeit fom e deal I pipe, rude though itb;Suffic ient to d iver t. m y theep and m e ;
'i
Yet Colinet (and Colinet hath (k ill)Oft guides m y finger s on the tunefulquill,And fainwould teach m e onwhat founds to dwell
And wher e to link anote, and wher e to fwell.
A a e 1
m A. e nur r s ' s 1' o
I elafp’
d her too, but death prov’
d over -Rtc
Nor vows nor tear s '
could fleeting life pr oloYet how thallI from vows and tear s nfrair
And why thould vows, alas ! and tear s beAwake, 09 pipe ; inev ery,
note expr ef:
Fair Stella’
: deatb, and Colliuet’: déflnfs .
A id m e to gr ieve, withbleating m oan, n
Aid m e, thouever - flowing ttream , to we ;
A id m e, ye faint, ye hollow winds , to fig
And thou, m y woe, alilit m e -thouto d ie .
M e flock nor fir eam , nor winds nor woes, 1
She loy’
d thr oughlife, and I thr oughlife willAwake, m pipe ; in. m m note expr qfi
Fair Stella’
: deatb, and Colinet’
: diflr ej i .
Ye gentler m aids, com panions of my fai.
W ith down- calt look , and wi th d ithevel’
d I
Allbeat the br eak, andwr ing your hands aHer hour ,untim ely, m ight have pr ov
‘
d yourHer hour ,untim ely, help m e to lam ent ;And let your hear ts at Stella
’
s nam e r elent.
Awake, my pipe ; inem erym : expr q/i
Fai r Stella’
s deatb, M d Colinet‘: dfflr q/Ir .
Invainth’ indear ing lultre of your eyesW e doteupon, and youas vainly pr iz e .
W hat though your beauty blefs the fai thfulAnd inth
’
enam our ’d hear t like queens ye reYet intheir pr im e does death the fair efi kill
0‘As ruthlefswinds the tender bloll'om s fpill.
31 8 P o E M g‘
W hile inthe fold his injur’
d ewes com plain,And after dewy pallut es bleat invain.
T HE P I -FT H P A ST O R AL.
CunnY .
N rural {trains we fir ft our muti c try,And balhfulinto wood s and thickets fly,
M iltrufiing thenour (kill; yet if through tim e'0ur voice , im proving, gaina pi tch fublim e,Thy grow ing vir tues, Sackv ille, thall engageM y r ipcr v
er l'
e, and m or e afpir ing age.
The fun, now m ounted to the noonof day,
B eganto {hoot dir ect his burning ray ;
'
W hen, w ith thenock s, their feeder s fought the lhadeA venerable oak wide- fpreading m ade
W hat thould they do to pafs the loiter ing t im e ?
As fancy led , each form’
d his tale inrhym e
And fom o the joys, and form the pains, of love,
And fom e to fet out firange adventures , li r ove ;The trade of w i z ards fom e, and M erlin
‘
s lk ill,
A nd whence, to charm s, fuch em pir e o'er thewillThenCuddy lall (who Cuddy canexcelInneat dev ice his tale beganto tell.
W henlhepher d s flour ilh‘
d inEliz a’
s r e ign,
Ther e liv‘
d inhigh r epute a jolly fwain, 3°
Young ColinClout who well could pitie and ling,And by his notes invi te the lagging fp r i ig .
He, as his cufiom was, at leifuxe laidInwoodland bower , w ithoutar ival play’d, 54
Soliciting
gz o-
‘
A . P H I L I P S’
S P O E'
M S.
The vanqui ih'
d fwain. Provok‘
d, at lifi, he GroveTo (how the little m infirelof the grove 56
Hisutm oft power s, deter m in’
d once to byflow ar t, exer ting, m ight wi thnature vy ;For vy could none w ith either inthe ir par t,W ith her inNature, nor w ith him inA r t .
He draws - ih br eath, his r ifmg br eath to fill“5Thr oughout the wood his pipe is heard to ihr ill.Fr om note to note, inhafie, his hugers fly ;S tillm ore and m ore the number s multiply 64
And now they tr ill, and now they failand r ife,
And fwift and flow they change with fweet furpt ifdAttentive fhe doth fcar ce the found : retain;But to her felf firfi cons the puz z ling ftm in, 68
And tracing, heedful, note by note nepays‘5The (hepherd inhis ownharm onious lays,Through every changing cadence runs at length,And adds infweetnefswhat he wants infirength. 73
ThenColinthr ew his fife d ifgr ac’
d afide,
W hile the loud tr ium ph tings , proclaim ing wideHer m ighty conquefi, and w ithinher throatTw i r ls m any aw ild unim itable note ,To foilher r ival. W hat could Colinm ore ?A little harp of m aple
- wawe he bor e
The little harp was old , but newly fining,W hich, nfuai , he actors his ihoulder s hung.
Now take, delightfulbird , m y lafi far ewel,He (aid , and learnfrom hence thoudoll excelNo tr ivialar tifi : and anom he woundThe murmur ingfiungs, and ordei
'
d cveryfeupdz3+
N The}:
P A S T O R A L S: 3"
heneam eit to his infirum ent he bend s,nd both hands pliant onthe fir ings extends
s touch the fir ings obey, and var ious m ove,
he lowe r anfwer ing [till to thofe above
3 finger s, r efilefs, tr aver fe to and fr o,
s inpurfuit of har m ony they go
NV, lightly fk im m ing, o’
er the fil ings they pafs ,
ke w inds which gently brufh the plying gr afs , 9hii e m elting air s ar ife at thei i com m and
1 d now , labor ious, wi th aweighty handfink s into the cords w ith folem npace,
give the {welling tones a holde r gi ace ;
i d now the left, and now by turns the r ight ,
eh o ther chac e, har m onious both infl ighttenhis whole finger s blend a (war m ot found s,11 thefweet tumult thr ough theharp r edot‘m ds, xoo
afe, Colin, ecafe, thy r ival ecafe to vex ;
te m ingling notes , alas ! her ear pet'
plex
e wai bles , d ifli dent, inhope and fear ,
i d hits im pe r feét accents her e and ther e ,1d fainwouldutte r fo r th fom e double tone,henfoon{he falter s, and canutter nonegain{he tr ies, and yet again {he fails ;
r [till the harp’
s united power pr evails .
tenColinplay’
d again, and play ing funge, w ith the fatal love of glor y flung,am all inpain he r hear t begins to (well
piteous notes the fighs , inno tes which tell 1 1 2
r bitter anguilh h'
e, {tillfingm g , plies
silimberfi joints : her fo r rows higher r i feY
A . P H I L I P S’
S P O E M S .
How {hall the bear a conquer or , who , befor e,No equal thr ough the gr ove inmuhebor e ? 1 1 6
She dr oops , fhe hangs her flaggingw ings , {he m oans,
And fetcheth fr om her br es ft m elod ious gr oans.Oppr efs
’
d w ith gr ief at 1213: too gr eat to quell,Down, br eathl
’
efs , onthe guilty harp {he fell. 1 20
ThenColinloud lam ented o’
er the dead ,
And unavailing tear s profufely fhed ,And br ok e hi s w ick ed fi r ings , and cur s’d his ilt ill;And belt to m ak e atonem ent for the ill, 1 24
I f, fo r fuch ill, atonem ent m ight be m ade,
He build s her tom bbeneath a laur el fhade,Thenadds a ver fe, and fets w ith flower s the ground;And m ak es a fence of w ind ing ofier s r ound . 1 23
A v er fe and tom b i s all I now cangive ;
And her e thy nam e at leafi, he (aid , (halllive.
Thus ended Cuddy w ith the fett ing fun,And , by his tale, unenvy
’
d praifes won.
T H E S I X T H PAS T O R AL.
G E R O N, H O B B lN O L, LANQUET.
G e n 0 N .
OW {till the fenbehold how calm the iky !
And how , m fpor tive chace, the fwallowsfly !
M y goats , fccur e from harm , (m all tendance need,W hile high, onyonder hanging rock , they feed 4'
And , her e below , the banky fhor e along.Your heifer s graz e . Now, then, to fir ive infang
Prep“
A . P H I L I P S‘
S P O E M S.
G raz e then inwoods , and quit the ihadelefs plain,Elfe {hallye ptefs the fpungy teat invain.
L A N Q U B T .
W h’
engr eens to yellow vary, and ye fee
The ground befii‘
ew‘
d w ith fruits of every tr ee,
And fior m y w ind s ar e hear d , think w inter near,
Nor tinft too far to the declining year .
H o B B x N o L.
W oe then, alack ! befall the fpend thr ift fwain,W henfroft, and (now , and hail, and fleet, and rain,
By turns chafiife him , while , thr ough little car e,
His (heep, unfhelter‘
d , pine innipping air .
L A N CLU B T .
The lad of fonecafi thenunti ‘oubled feesThe white - bleak plains , and filvery fr e tted tr ees
He fend s his flock , and , clad inhom ely fr i z e,
Inhis war m cott the w intery blatt d enes .
H o B B x N o L .
Full fain, 0 blefs’d Eli z a would I praifeThy m aiden
- rule, and A ibion’
s goldendays
Thengentle S idney lit’d , the fhepherd
’
s fr iend :
Eternalblefl ings onhis Ihade attend
L A N Q t: B T .
Thr ice happy {hepher ds now ! for Dor fet loves
The count ry - mufe, and our r efounding gr oves,W hile Anna r e igns : 0 , ever m ay (he re ign!
And bxing, onearth, the goldenage again.
H o B B 1 N o L .
I love , infecr et all, a beauteous m aid ,
And have m y love, infecr et all, r epaid ;
P A S T O R A L S . 325
com ing night fhe plights her tr oth to m e
te her nam e , and thouthe v iétor be .
L A N (LU E T .
ild as the lam b, unhar m fulas the dove,as the tur tle, is the m aid I love :
we infecr et love, I {hallnot fay
xc her nam e , and I give up the day.
H o B B 1 N o L .
Ft ona cowfl ip~ bnnk m y love and I
ther lay ; a brook r anmur mur ing byoufand tende r things to m e {he (aid 5
I a thoufand tender things r epaid .
L A N Q U B T .
rum m er -ni ade, behind the cock ing hay,
t k ind endear ing wor ds d id {he not fayap, w ith ap i ondeck
’
d , {he fondly fpr ead ,
firok’
d m y cheek , and lull’
d m v leaning head . 68
H o B 1 N o L .
eathe (oft, ye wm d s ye water s , gently flow
(1 her , ye tr ees ; ye flowels , ar ound her growmains , I beg you, pafs infilencoby ;ove, inyonder vale , afleep docs lie.
L A N (LU E T .
i ce Delia {lept oncafy m ofs r eclin‘
d ,
lovel-y lim bs halt bar e, and rude the w ind 330th
’
d he r coats , a 1 d (tole a filent k itslem nm e, fhepher ds , if I d id nm ifs .
H o B B 1 N o L .
s M ar ianbath‘
d , by chance I paired by ;
bluflt ’d, and at m e glanc’
d a fidelong eye
Y 3”
SINK“
326 A . P H I L I P S‘
S P o e m s.
Then, cower ing inthe tr eacherous fir eam , {he try‘
d
Her tem pt ing form , yet {till invain, to hide .
L A N (LU E T .
A s I , to cool m e, bath’
d one i'ultry day,
Fond Lyd ia, lui k ing, inthe {edges lay :
The wantonlaugh’d , and feem
’
d inhafie to fly,
Yet oft {he fiopt, and oft {he turu’d her eye .
H o B B 1 N o L .
W henfirfi I faw (would I had never feenYoung Lyfet lead the dance onyonder gr een,
Intent uponhe r beaut ies , as {he m ov’
d ,
Pom heedlefs w r etch ' at unawar es I lov’d .
L A N (LU E T .
W henLucy deck s w ith fl ow er s her {wellingbreafi,And onher elbow leans , d ifl
‘
em bling f ell,
Unable to r eft ainm y m add ing m ind ,
Nor he r ds , nor pafiur e , wor th m y car e I finti .
H o B B 1 N o L .
Com e, Rofalind , 0 com e ‘ fo r , wanting thee,
Our peopled vale a defer t is to m e .
Com e , Rofalind , 0 , com e ! M y br inded k ine,
l fnowy fhecp, m y farm , and all, ar e thine .
L A N Q U B T .
Com e, Rofalind , 0 com e ! Her e ihady bower s,
Her e ar e cool fountains, and her e fp r inging flowersCom e, Rofalind ! Her e ever letus fiay ,And fweetly wafie the live - long t im e away.
H o B B 1 N o L .
Invainthe feafons of the m oon I know ,
The foxce of healing herbs, and wher e they grows
No herb there is , no feafon, to r em ove
Fr om m y fond hear t the. m om xgxsfm s of love
A . ? H I L I P S’
S P O E M S.
To each I give . A m i z z ling m itt defcends
Adownthat fieepy r ock and this way tend s
Yond ifiant r ain. Shor ewar d the veKels“r ise ;And , fee, the boys their flock s to fhelter dr ive.
T H E S T R A Y N Y M PH.
CE A S E your mufic , gentle fwaiqsSaw ye Delia cr o fs the plains
Evety thicket, ever y gr ove,
Have I rang’
d , to hnd m y love
A k id , a lam b, m y flock , I give,
Tellm e only, doth the liveP
W hite her (k inas m ountaia ow ;
Inher cheek the r ofes blow
And her eye is br ighte r far
Thanthe beam y m o rning (tar .
W henher ruddy lip ye v iew ,
’Tis aber r y m o'
rii w ith dew
And her br eath, 011 ,’
tis a gale
Pafiing o’
er a fragrant vale,
Failing, whena fr iendly fhower
F i efhens every herband flower .
W ide her boi'
om opens , gay
As the pum r ofe - dell inM ay,
Sweet as violet - bor der s grow ingOver fountains ever - flow ing .
Lik e the tendr ils of the v ine,
Do her auburntrcfl'
cs twine,
Gloffy r inglets allbehind
Str eam ing buxom to the wind,
W henalong the lawnthe bounds ,Light, as hind befo r e the houndsAnd the youthful r ing the fir es ,H0pelefs inthei r fond defir es ,
As her fl itting
i
feet advance,
W antoninthe w indingdance.
Tell m e, ihepher tls, have ye feen
M y delight, m y love, m y queen?
T H E H A P P Y S W A I N.
AV E ye (cm the m orning fhy,
W henthe dawnpr evails onhigh,
W hen, anon, fom e purply m yG ives a (am ple of the day,
W hen, anon, the lar k , onw ing,
Str ives to (car , and {trains to ling ?
Have ye feenth’ether ealblue
Gently ihedd ing filvery dew,
Spangling o’
er the hlent gr een, .
W hile the nightingale, unfeen,To the m oonand (tar s, fullbr ight,Lonefom e chants the hym nof night
Have ye fe
en the br oider‘
d M ay
Allher fech ted bloom d ifplay ,Breez es opening, cvei y hour ,This, and that, exPeéting_
flower ,
4
330 A . P H I L I P S’
S P O E M S.
W hile the m ingling bi r ds pr olong,Fr om each bulb, the vernal fong ?
Have ye feenthe dam afk - r ole
Her uniully’
d blufh (li felofe,
O r the lily’
s dewy bell,
Inhe r glofIy whi te, excell,O r a gar denvary
‘
d o’
er
W itha thoufand glor ies m ore
By the beautie s thefe d it’
play ,
M orning, evening, night , or day,
By the pleafur cs thefe exc i te,Endlefs four ce of delight !Judge, by them , the joys I find,S ince m y Rofalm d was k ind ,
S ince (he d i d her fclf r efign
To m y vows, for m a m ine .
E P I STLES'
[ 333 ]
FR O M H O LLAND, TO A FR I END I N
E NG LA ND, I N TH E YEA R 1 703.
R 0 hi Utr echt's filentwalk s , by w inds , I fendHealth and k ind w ifhes to m y abfent fr iend .
The w inter fpent, I feel the poet’
s fire ;
The funadvances , and the fogs r etire
The genial fpr ing unbinds the fr o z enear th,
Dawns on the t1 ces , and gives the p r im r of e bi rt h.
Loos‘
d fr om the ir fr iendly harbour s, once again
Confeder ate fleets affem ble onthe m ain
The Vo ice of war the gallant foldier wak es ;
And w eeping Clo'
e'
par ting k ill'
es takes .
Ounew -
plum’
d w ings the Rom an eagle (oar s ;
The Belgiek lioninfullfur y r oar s .
Difpatch the leader fi om your happy coafi,
The hope of Eur ope, and B 1 itannia’
s boalt
O , M ar lbor ough, com e ! fr elh laur els for tb‘ r ife '
One conquefi m or e ; and Gallia w illgr ow wi fe .
O ld Lew is m akes his laft effor t inar m s,
And fl i ew s how , ev‘
ninage , am bitioncharm s .
M eanwhile, m y fr iend , the thickening fhades I haunt.And fmoo th canals, and after r ivulets pantThe fm ooth canals, alas , too lifelefs {how
No r to the eye , nor to the ear , they flow .
Stud ious of cafe, and fond of humble things,Below the fm iles , below the fr owns of k ings,
Thank s to m y flat s, I p r i z e the fweets of life
No fleeplefs nights I count, no days of fir ifc
336 A . P H I L I P S‘
S P O E M S .
The hills and dales, and the delightfulwoods,The flowery plains, and hlver - fiream ing floods,
By fnow d ifguis’
d , inbr ight confufionlie,And w ith one daz z ling wafie fatigue the eye .
No gentle br eathing br eez e prepar es the fpring,
No bir ds wi thinthe defer t r egionling.
'
The (hips, unm ov’
d , the bo ilterous w inds defy,W hile rat tling char iots o
‘
er the oceanfly .
The trait Leviathanwants r oom to play,
And fpout his water s inthe face of day .
The fiaw ing wolves along the m ain{eap r owl,
And to the m ooninicy valleys howl.
O’
er m any a Ihining league the level m ainHer e (pr eads itfelf into a glafl
'
y plain
Ther e felid billows of enorm ous fiz e,JAlps of gr eenice, inwild d il
’
order r ife .
And yet but lately have I feen, ev’nhere,
The w inter ina lovely dr efs appear .
E r e yet the clouds let fall the tr eafur’
d fnow,
~0 r winds begunthrough haz y ik ies to blow,A t evening a k eeneafiem br eez e arofe,
And the defcending r ainunfully’
d fr o z e .
Soonas the hlent ihades of night w ithdr ew,
The ruddy m orndifclos’
d at once to v iew
The face of Natur e ina r ich di fguife,And br ighten
’
d ever y object to m y eyes
J ?or every Ihrub, and every blade of grafs,And ever y pointed tho rn, feem
’
d wrought inglafs ;Inpearls and rubi es r ich the hawthorns (how,
thr oughthe ice the cr im fonber r ies glow.
i
P A S T O R A L S. 337
The thick - fprung r eeds, whichwatery m arlhes yield,
Seem’d polilh
’
d lances ina hofiile field .
The flag, inlim pid cur r ents , w ith furpr i z e,Sees cr yftalbranches onhis for ehead r ife s
The fpr ead ing oak , the beech, and tower ing pine,
Glaz‘
d over , inthe fr eez ing gether thine.
The fr ighted birds the rattlingbranches ihun,W hich wave and glitter inthe d ifiant fun.
W hen if a fuddenguft of w ind ar ii'
e,
The br i ttle forcit into atom s fl ies ,
The crack ling wood beneath the tem peltbends ,And ina fpangled ihower the pr ofpeft ends
O r , if a foutherngale the regionwar m ,
And by degr eesunbind thewintery charm ,
The traveller a m iry country fees,And journeys fad beneath the d r opping treesLik e fom e deluded peafant, M erlinleads
Through fragrant bowers , and throughdeliciousm eads,W hile her e inchanted gardens to him r ife,
And airy fabr iclt s there attraét his eyes,
His wander ing feet the m agic paths pur fue,And , while he think s the fair illufiontrue,The traek lefs fcenes difper fe influid air ,And woods , and wilds, and thorny ways appear ,A ted ious r oad the weary w retch r eturns,And , as he goes, the tranfient vifionm ourns.
”a A . ? H I L I P S“S P O E M S .
To the R ight Honourable C 1-1 A n1. s s Lord
HAL i BAx, one of theLords Jufiice s appointedby hi s Maj elty. 1 7 1 4 .
AT R O N of verfe, 0 Halifax, attend,
TheMufe’s favour ite, and the Poet’s fr iend !
Approaching joys m y ravi ih’
d thoughts infpir eI feel the tranfpor t ; and m y foul
‘
s onfire I
AgainB r itannia r ear s her awful headHer fear s, tranfplanted, to her foes ar e fled .
Againher Itandar d the difplays to v iew ;-And all its faded lilies bloom anew .
Here beauteousLiber ty falutes the fight,Stillpale, nor yet r ecover
‘
d of her fr ight,
W hilft here Religion, fm iling to the fk ies,
Her thank s expr efl'
es withup - lifted eyes .
But who advances next, with cheerfulgrace,Joy inher eye, and plenty inher face i
A wheatengarland does her head adorn,0 Proper ty ! 0 goddel
'
s, EngliIh- born! 1 6
W her e hall: thoubeen How did the wealthy m ourn!The bank rupt nationfigh
’
d for thy r eturn,noubtfnl for whom her (presid ing funds were fill’d,Her fleets were fneighted , and her field were till
‘
d . so
No longer now (hallFranee and Spaincom bin’d,
‘
Strong intheir goldenInd ies, awe m ank ind .
vB rave Catalans, who for your freedom Itr ive,
And inyour ihatter’
d bulwark s yet fur vive,
34° A . P H I L I P S’
S P O E M S .
W ho candefcr ibe the godlike patr iot’
s z eal?
O r who, m y Lor d , your generous joys tevealO r dain
’
d , once m ore, our tr eafure to advance,
Retr ieve our trade, and fink the pr ide of France,
Once m or e the long - negle&ed ar ts to tai fe,
And form each r ifing genius for the bays .
Accept the pr efent of agrateful fong ;This pr elude m ay pr ovoke the learned throngTo Cam and Hi s (hall the joyfulnew s,
By m e convey’d , awakeneveryMufe.
Ev'
nnow the vocal tr ibe inver fe confpir es
And I already hear their founding lyr esTo them the m ighty labour I r efign,G iveup the Them e, and quit the tunefulNine.
80 whenthe fpr ing fir it fm iles am ong the tr ees,
And blofl'
om s opento the vernalbr eez e,
The watchfulnightingale, w ith ear ly (trains,Sum m ons the warbler s of the woods and plains,
But dr ops her muficlt , whenthe choir appear ,
And li itens to the concer t of the year .
To the Honourable JAM ES CBAc o s , Efq ; Secretary atW ar , at Ham pton
- Cour t. 1 7 1 7 .
THOUGH Br itain’shar dy troops dem and your care,And cheai ful fr iends your hour s of leifure thare;
O , Craggs, for candour known! indulge awhileM y fond defir e, and onm y labour fm ileNor count it always anabufe of tim eTo r ead a long epiitle, though inrhym e.
4
E P I S T L E S. 34 1
To youI fend m y thoughts, too long eonfin’
d ,
1d cafe the bur denof a loyalm ind ;1 youm y fecret tr anfpor ts I d ifclofe,hat r ife above the languid power s of profe .
lt, while thefe ar tlefs num ber s youperufe,hink
‘
tis m y hear t that difl ates, not theMufe ;.y hear t , ~ which at the nam e of B runfwielt fir es,nd no alli ftance fr om the Mufe r equires .
Believe -m e, Si r , your br ealt, that glows with z eal
sr George’s glory, and the public weal,
our br eail alone feels m ore pathetic heats ;
our hear t alone w ith Itronger raptures beats .W hen I r ev iew the gr eat exam ples pail,
nd to the form er ages jointhe h it ;ill, as the godlike her oes to m e r ife,
I arm s tr ium phant, and incouncils wife,‘
he k ing is ever prefent to m y m ind ;is gr eatnefs, trae
’
d inever y page, I find :‘
he Gr eek and Rom anpens his vi rtues tell,.ndunder lhining nam es onBrunfwick dwell.A t Ham ptonwhile he br eathesuntaintegi ai r ,
tnd It em s , to vulgar eyes, devoid of car e ;‘
he Br itilh Mufes to the gr ove w illpr efs,‘une their m elodious har ps, and claim aceefs 1
ut let them not too raihly touch the fir ings ;or fate allows no folitude to k ings .Hail to the ihades, wher e W illiam , great inarm s,
.etir’
d fr om conquefi to M ar ia’
s charm s !
Vher e George fer enc inm ajefly appear s,ind plans the wonder s of fucceeding year s !
Z 3 There;
E P'
I S T L E S.
Soonas the r ifing funthoots o’
er the ttream ,
hnd gilds the palace with a r uddy beam ,
( onto the healthfulchace attend the k ing,Xnd hear the for ett with the huntt
'
m cnr ing a
While inthe dutty townwe rule the tlate,lh i d fr om Gaz ettes determ ine England
’
s fate.
Jur groundlet'
s'
hopes and groundlets fear s prevail,As ar tfulbroker s com m ent onthe m ail.
Deafned wi thnews, w ith politics oppr ett,
I with the w ind ne’er vary'
d from the wett.
Secur e, onGeorge’
s councils I r ely,Giveup m y car es, and Br itain
’
s foes defy.
W hat though cabals ar e form’
d, and im pious leagues ?Though Rom e fills Eur ope w ith her dar k intr igues tHis v igilance, onevery ttate intent,
Defeats their plots, and over - rules th’
event .
But whither do m y vainendeavour s tend ?Or how thall I m y rath attem pt defend P
Divided inm y choice, fr om prail'
e to prait'
e
I rove, bewilder’
d inthe pleating m az e.
One vir tue m ar k ’
d , another I pur t‘ue,
W hile yet another r ites to m y view .
Unequal to the tatk , tooo
late I find
The grow ing them eunfinith’
d left behind .
Thus, the deluded bee, inhopes to drainA t bnee the thym y treat
'ure of the plain,W ide ranging onher little pinions toils,
And tkim s o’
er hundr ed flower s for one the fpoilsW hen, foono
’
erburden’d with the flagrant we ight,Hom ewar d the flies, and flags beneathher fr eight .
T 0
as A . P H I L I P S'
S P O E M S .
T O L O R D C A R T E R E T,.
Depar ting from DuB 1. 1 N . 1 726.
BE H OLD, Br itanniawaves her flag onhigh, .
And calls for thbreez es from the wetternilty,
And beckons to her ten, and t'
m ooths the tide,
That does Hibernia fr om her cliffs d ivide .
G0, Carteret, go ; and, with thee, go alongThe nati on
'
s bletfing, and the poet’
s tong 5
Loud acclam ations, wi th m elodious lays,The k indett withes, and tincer ett pr ait
'
e.
Go, Carter et , go ; and hear m y joys away !
So {peak s the Mute, that fainwould bid thee Ray :80 tpoke the v i rginto the youthunk ind ,W ho gave his vows, and canvst
'
s, to the wind,
And ,prom is’
d to r eturn5 but never m o reDld he r eturnto the Thr ei'c ianthe r e .
Go, Car teret, go i alas , a tedious whileHatt thoubeenabtent fr om thy m other
- itle ;
A ilow -
pae’
d trainof months to thee and thine,
A fl ight of m om ents to a hear t like m ine,That feels perfeélions, and r etigns with pain
Enioym ents I m ay never know again.
0 , while m ine eye pur t’ues the fading fails,
Sm ooth r oll, ye waves , and ttead y breathe, ye gales,
And urge w ith gentle {peed to Albion’
s flrand g t
A houthold fair , am id tt the fainett land, 24
Inevery decency of life polite,
A freight of fum es, wafting from m y fight t
R OM W hite'
s and W ill’
s
To pur ling r ills
The love- ti ek Strephonflies
There, fullof woe,His num ber s flow ,
And all inrhym e he d ies .
I I .
The fair coquet,W ith feign
’
d r egr et,
Invites him back to town
But, whenintear sThe youth appear s,
She m eets him wi th a fr own.
I I I .
Fulloft the m aidThis prank had play
’
d,’Tillangry Str ephonfwor e,
And , what is ti range,
Though loth to change,
W ould never t'ee her m or e.
334 A . ? H I L I P S ’ S P O E M S.
Outhe DE AT H oi the R'
I GHT HONOURA'BLE
W I LLtAM'
EARL'
COW PER . 1 723.
S T R O P H E l’
.
AX E the Br itilh'
harp again,
To a fad m elodious {trainsW ake the harp, whofe every fir ing,
W henHalifax r efign‘
d his breath,
Aceus’d inexorable death;For I , once m or e, mutt inafflifi ionEng,One fang of {ot row m or e heftow,
Thebur denqf ahear t o’
er eharg’
d w ith woe
Yet, 0 m y foul, if aught m ay br ing r e‘
lief,
Fullm any, gr ieving, {hallapplaud thy gr ief,The pious ver fe, that Cowper does deplore,W hom allthe
‘
boafled power s of ver fe cannot refioreo
A N T I S T R O P H E I .
Not to her , his fondefi tar e,Not to his lov
’
d o ffspr ing fai r ,
Nor his country ever dear ,
Fr om her , from them , from Br itaintom 1
W ith her , with them , does Br itainm ournHi s nam e, fr om every eye, cal l: for th a tear ;And, interm ingling, fighs with praire,
Allgood m enwins the number of his days
A . ? H I‘
L IJ
P S‘S P 0 13 114 3.
A N'
T I S -T nodnuz . 11 .
Here we conic, and w eego;Shadows pafiing to ap d ‘Q‘kSeena while, for gotten
”
(0011
But thou, to fai r d ifim t‘ftionbum ,
Thou, Cowper , beam y inthe m omO f life, filllbr ightening to the pinch of noon,Scar ce vexging to the Reap deClihe
',
Hence 1um m on’
d while thy. vim “rad iant thine,Thoufingled out the lblfed 'mf
'
o? fam’
e,
Secur e of praife, nor lefs'
fc r’Hf rom blam e,
Shalt be r em em bef’
d w ith a fond '
applaufe ,So long as Br itons ownthe fam e indulgent laws. .
E m o b E I f
United inone public wé fl ,Rejoicing inone freedom ; ail,
Cowper‘
s hand apply’
d the fe z ];And level
‘
d the par tition- wall.
The chofenfeed s of gr eat events
Ar e thinly fown, and {lowly r ife :
And Tim e the har veltnfcythe prel'
ents,
Infeafon, to the good and wife a
Hym ning to the harp m y fiory,
Fainwould I recor d his glory .
S T R 0 P H E I II .
Pour ing forth, w ithheavy bean,Truthunleaven‘
d , pure of art,
0 D E S . 4 57
the hallow’
d Bard of yor e,
chaunted inauthent ic rhym esavor thies of the good old tim es,
v ing v ice i i 1 ver fe was varnilh‘
d o’
er ,
11 11 m e d ied w ithout a fong.
wt of fr icndlel'
s r ight, to powerfulw rong~
ck , behold him inthe judgm ent - l’
eat !
ther e, approv’
d, inr ighteoufnel’
s com pleat
t awar ds , how gracious ! temper ing lawm er cy, and r epr ov ing w ith a winning awe.
A N T I S T R O P H E I I I .
aim (peak ing, and youhearntuneful to the ea r !
v 1 rh thym y language fweet,’
m g onthe bcar e r‘
s m ind
14 1m of w ifilom , lpeech r efin‘
d,
ialgifts l—Oh, whenthe nobles m eet,
next, thoufea- l’ur r ounded land,
1obles m eet at B runfwick ’
s high com m and,“11 they (hall the charm er
’
s vo ice deli r e
11 thofc l1ps of eloquence r equir e !m ild conviéi ion, which
'the foulalfails°
t alar m s, and w ith a gentle for ce pr evail: l
E,P
,O D E I I I .
h per l'ualion, williog, yields
be1 alm ind, infreedom thain’d ,
m , which, inor im l'
on‘d field s,
rdy toilour father s gain’
o
d?
A a 3
351 A . P H I L I P S'S P O
Inher itance of long defcent !
The {act ed pledge, fo dear lypr i z'
d
By that blel’
t’
d fph‘it we lam ent
Gr ief- ealing rays, by gr ief dev is’
d,
Plaintive num ber s, gently flowing,Sooth the l
‘
hr rowe to him owing !
S T R O P H E IV .
Ear ly onhis gr owing hei r ,Stam p what tim e m ay not im pair ,
As he grows, that com ing year s ,
O r youthft’
ll’
pleafii r es, or the vain
G igantic phantom of'
the brain
Am bition, br eed ingj nonltrous hopes and fear s,O r wor thier car es, to youthunknown,Ennobling m anhood , flower of life fnll- blown,
M ay never wear the bol'
om a im age faint
0, let him prove what wo 1 de but weak ly paint,The lively lovely l
'
em blance of his li r e ,
A m odel to his fon that age: m ay adm ir e !
A N T I S T R O P H E I V
Every v ir tue, every grace,Stillr enewing inthe race,
Once thy father’
s pleal'
m g hope,
Thy widow'
d m other’
s com for t m ,
No fuller hlil's does heavenallow,
W hile we behold yonwide- lj m ad azur e cope,W ithburning liar s thick - lufier ’d o
’
er ,
Thanto enjoy, and to deferve, aRare
8.
360 A . ? H I L I P fS‘
s P O E M S.
A N T I S T R O -PH E v .
W inning afpeé'
t ! winning m ind 2
Souland body aptly join’
d !
Sear chingthought, engaging wit,Enabled to infirnét, or pleafe,
Uniting digni ty w ith cafe,
By natur e fo rm’
d for every pur pd fe fit ,Endear ing excellence - 0, why
I s fuch perfectionborn, and bornto die ?
O r do fuch rar e endowm ents ltillfurvi vz ,A s plants , rem ov d to m ilde r r egions thr ive,
Inone ete inal fpr ing . and we bewail
The par ting foul, new - bornto ¢l1fe that cannot
E P O D E V .
W her e facr ed fr iendlhip, plighted love,Par ental joys, unm ix
’
d w ith care,
Thr ough perpetual tim e im pr ove 1'
O r do the deathlefs blell‘
ed {har e
Sublim er raptur es, unr eveal’
d ,
Beyond our weak conceptionpur e ?But, while thole glor ies lie conceal
’
d ,
The r ighteous count the prom ife (li r e,Tr ials to the lalt endur ing,To the lafl: their hoPe fecurnsg.
0 D,
6 . 36:
TO“r at 1 . 1 c 11011 01 1 11 s 11
.LIAM PUL'
I‘
ENEY, ESQUI RE.
M A? s , 1 7 1 3.
i .
I H0 , much difiinguilh’
d, yet is blefs‘
d ?
W ho , d ignified above the r eli ,
aes, (till,unenvied liveto the m anwhofe wealth abounds,to the m anwhofe fam e r efounds,aes heavenfuch favour give,the noblc - bom , no r to the firong,
the gay, the beautiful, or young.
I I .
>m then, fecur e of happinel’
s,
every eye beholding blefs,
nd every tongue com m end ?
Pulteney, who, polieffing (tore,1t folic itous of m o re,ho , to m ank ind a fr iend,s ies , nor is envied by, the gr eat, .
11 cour ts, polite'
inhis reh eat
I fL
1l'
e unambit ious, aéfive foul,11 113 the welfar e of the whole,
henpublic fior m s ar ife,
inthe calm , a thoul'
aii d ways
rfifies his nights and days,inelegantly w 1ie
4»
3“ A . P H 1 L I °P S ‘S R o s m s.
To M ifs Cnant o r r z Pu-
L'r nunr.
inher M other's Anna.
M AY 1 , 1 724 ,
TI M ELY blolfom , infant fai r ,Fondling of ahappy pair ,
Every m orn, and every night,
Thei r folicitous delight,S leep ing, waking, (tillat cafe,
Pleafing, w ithout {k ill to pleafe,Li ttle gofl ip,
i
blithe and hale,Tattling m any a brok entale,
S inging m any a'tunelefs Yong,
Lav ilh of a heedlel'
s tongue,S im ple m aiden, void of ar t,
Babbling out the very hear t,Yet abandon
’
d to thy will,
Yet im agining no ill,
Yet too innocent to blulh,Lik e the linnet inthe buih.
To the m other - linnet’
s note
M oduling her (lender throat,Chir ping for th thy p etty joys,fW antoninthe change of toys,
Like the linnet gli tch , inMay”
Fli tting to eachbloom y (pray;
W ear ied thenugnilfglad ofMelt;Lik e the linnet infi n-
‘
nell.
oi
°
D 1? 4s:
This thy pnel'
ent happy lot,nI'
his, int im e, willhe forgot 3
O ther pleafur es , other car es,
Ever - bufy tim e pr epar es ;
And thou{halt inthy daughter fee,This pictur e, once, -
refembled thee.
TO THE R I CK? RONO‘
URM LS
lt O B E R T W'ALPO‘
LE, E’SQU
'
Junj j sxny q
V0TARY te lpubliclt neck .
M inifier of Engtahdle m eal,
Have youleifixm'
for a 'fi mg,
Tr ipping lightly o‘
er the - tungpe.Sw ift and fweet inevery m epfnrevTellm e, W alglale, have youk ifm plNothing lofty w ill I fug,Nothing of the favounwe king,Som ething, rather , fang wi th.“ 9 .
Sim ply elegant to pled e.
Fai ry V i rgin, Br itiflt M'nfefi
Som eunhear ‘d - of -fior y chfl fea
Chufe the glory of thoj waimG ifted w ith a m agic hnin,
’
Swaging gnef of every. k ind,.
Healing, w ith aver fe, the m ind t
To him cam e a inanofpowen,
To him , ina cheerlefs hour ;
368 A . ? H I L I P S‘
S P O E M S.
SUPPLI CATPQN t oa .M ias .GARTERETm mnz -Su-AwL-Hom .
D U B L I N, Junie 1 7 23.
POW E R o
‘
er every power fugr cm e,
Thouthe poetfs hallowldi
them e,
Fr om thy m er cy- feat onJ-u
'
gb,Hear m y numbegs, hear .my cry .
Br eather of allOvital.breath,
A rbiter of life_
and,death,
Oh, pr efer ve this innoscpcehYetunconfcious of; offence,Yet m life and vi i tue gr owing,Yet no debt to Nature ow in
g.
Thou, who giv‘
li; angphc gr ace
To the blooming. Vi rginface,
Let the felldifea’
fe not blight
W hat thoum ad ’
fi foi m an'
s delight s
O‘er her features let it pal
'
s
Like the bi‘éez efl d’
e‘r
G entle as r effellting‘mowtl‘s
Spr inkleclover openihgM v
0 , let year s alone diminiflt : 1
Beauties thouwallcplea'
d tb
To the pious par entegive .
That the dar ling faimnayglinTurnto bleflings alltheir cmSave theif fondnel
'
s from defpair .
0 D
M itigate the lurk ing painsLodg
’d w ithinher tender veins ;
S oftenev ery thr obof anguifh,Suffer not her fir ength to languifh;Tak e her to thy canet
'ulk eeping,And Prevent the m other
'
s weep ing.
T O M I S S G E O R G I A
YOUNGEST DAUGHTER TO
L O R D C A R T E E T.
A U G U S T 1 0, 1 72 5.
I TTLE char m of plac i d m ien,
M iniatur e of beauty‘
s queen,Num ber ing yeat s , a fcanty Nm e,
Stealing hear ts without defign,Young inv e igler , fond inw iles ,P rone to m i r th, profufe infm 1les,
Yet a nov ice ind ifdain,
Pleafute giving w ithout pain,S till car t fl ing, fhll carefs
‘
tl,
Thou, and all thy lover s blefs’
d,
Never tetz’
d , and never teiz m g,
0 , for ever pleas’
d and pleating !
Hither , B rm fh Muleo f m ine,H ither all the G r ec ianNine,
W i th the lov ely G races thr ee,
And your prom i s‘
d nur feling feeB b
37°‘
A .. P H I L LP 3 S
. P O N E M 18.
Figure onher waxenm indI m ages of life r efin
’
d ;
M ake it, as a gar dengay,
Every bud of thought difplay,T ill, im pr ov ing year by year ,The whole cultur e {hallappear ,Voice;and fpeech, and action, r ifing,All to hum anfenfe fur pt i z ing.
I s the filkenwebfa thin
A s the textur e of hemat in
1 Canthe 1i and the tofe
Suchunfully'
d hue dil’clofe?A r e the y iole ts [0 blueA s her veins expos
’
d to v iew ?
Do the flat s, inwintery flty,
Twinkle br ighter thanher eye ?
Has the m om ing lark a thr oat
Sounding fweeter thanher noteW ho e
’
er knew the lik e befor e thee ?
They who knew the Nym ph that here
Fr om thy paftim e and thy toys ,~ Fr om thy harm lefs car es and joys,G ive m e now a m om ent
’
s tim e
W henthou{halt attainthy pr im e,And thy bofom feel
'
d efire,
Love the likenefs of thy fire,r One o rdain
’
d , thr ough life, to proveStill thy glor y, fiill thy love.
Lik e thy S ifter , and like thee,‘Let thynuttut
’
cldaughter s be
{ 73 A . P H -I L'
I P S'
G P flO E M S.
zr o MR . ADD I S O N O N C ATO.
THE inind to v ir tue i s by ver f
'
e fubdu‘d,And the tr ue poet is a public good
This Br itaiwfeels, while, by your lines infpir'
d,
Her frce-born(003 to glor ious thoughts ar e fir ’d .
InRom e had youefpous’
d the vanquilh‘
d caure,Inflam ’
d her fenate and upheld her law s,Your m anly fcenes ha
'
d liber ty refior‘
d ,
And giventhe ink fuccefs to Cato’
s (wor d ,
O’
er C z l'
ar‘
s arm s your genius had prevail‘
d ,
And the Mufe tr ium ph'
d wher e the y atr iot fail‘
d.
oN W I T A N D W I S D O M.
A F R A G M E N’
R
IN fear ch of wifdom far from w it I fly
W it is a harlot beauteous to the eye,Inwhofe bewitching ar m s our early tim e
W e wake, and vigour of our youthfulpr im e
But whenre‘eé'
tioncom es w ith r iper year s,
And m anhood witha thoughtfulbrow appear s,
W e call the m ifir efs off to tak e a wife,And, wed to wifdom , lead a happy life.
The following p run on the Monum ent of
m y Kinfwom anwas wri tten at the Requefi of
her Bulband .
W I TH I N the Bur iai—Vault near this Mhrble, lictinthe Body of BBNELOPE, youngeft Daughter (and .
Coheir w ith her Sitter Euz ana'
r n) to Rona” :
PHI L I P S of Newton- Regis, inthe County of W ar
w ick , Efquir e . She d ied inher Six and Thir tie th.
Year , onthe asthDay: of j anuar y,
LET r m s IN SCR I P ’
I‘
I ON,
(Appealing yet to tefiim onies m anifoltfi’
Recall to every fur viving w itnei'
s,
And , for enfam ple, r ecord to pofieri ty,
Her endowm ents,
W hether owing to the indulgency of nature, ,O r to the afliduous leflbns of educat ion,Or to the filent adm onitions of r eflxé
'
tion.
To her par ents , hufband, child ren,
Inno car e, no duty , no afi'
e& ion,
W as {he wanting,
Receiv ing, defer ving, w inning, ,
From them r efpeétively,
Equal endearm ents .
Oi. countenance and of d ifpo ii tion”Open, chearful, m odefi 5,
E. h 3.
376 A . P H I L I P S‘
S P O E M S.
Som e r ipen’
d fruits, fom e fragrant honey, bring;
AnalCom e fetchwater from the running fpr ing ;W hi le others warble from theboughs, to cheer
Their infant - char ge , and tune her tender . can.Soonas the funtor fak es the ev ening flt ies,And hid in thades the gloom y for ell lies,
The m ghtingales- thoir tunefulv igils k eep,And lullher , w ith their gentler (trains , to fleepe
This the pr evailing rum our as (he gr ew ,
No dubious tokens {poke the rum our true .
Inever y far m ing.
featur e m ight be feenSom e br ight r efexnblance of the Cypr ianqueenNor was i t hard the hunter youth. to trace,
Inall her ear ly pati ionof the chace :
And when, onfpr inging flower s neclin’
d , the fung,'
I he bindsuponthe bend ing branches hung,W hile, warbling, the exp refs
’
d their var ious fluins,And , at a d iflance, char m
’
d the liftening fwains
v 80 fweet her voice r efounding thr ough the wood ,They thought the Nym ph fom e Syr enfrom the flood ;
Half hum anthus by lineage, half d iv ine,Infor efl s d id the lonely beauty thine,Like woodland flower s , which paint the defer t glades,And W aite their fweets inunfr equented f hades .
No hum anface (he faw , and rar ely feen
By hum anface a fohtar y queenShe rul’d , and rang
’
d , her thady em pir e r ound .
No hornthe filent huntr efs’
bear s no hound ,W i th no ify cry, d iflurbs her folemnchace,
Swift, as thebounding (tag‘ the wings her pace
T H U L E . 37 7
Am t, bend whene'
er the w illher ebonbow,
A fpeedy death ar r efis the flying foe .
The how the hunting goddefs fir ft fupgly’
d, ,
And ivory quiver cr ofs her lhoulder s ty’
d .
Th’
im pe r ious queenof heaven, w ith jealous eyes,Beholds tiie bloom ingy
v irgi nfrom the lkies,
At once adm ires, and d r eads her growing charm s,
And fees the god already inher arm s
Invain, [he finds, her bitter tongue r epr ovesHis br okenvows , and his clandefiine loves a
Jove (ti ll continues frail s and all invain
D'
Oes Thule inobfcurelt (hades r em ain,\Vhile M aja‘s fon, the thunder er ’s w inged fpy,Info r m s him wher e the lur k ing.beauties lie.
W hat Cure exped ient thenthallJuno find,To calm her fear s, and eafe her boding m ind ?
Delays to jealous m inde - a torm ent prove 5.
And Thule r ipens ever y day for love .
She m ounts her ear , and lhakes the filkenreins
The hum efs’
d peacock s {pr ead their painted trains,
And fm ooth the ir glofi'
y neck s againlt the funaThe wheels along the levelazur e run.
Eaflwar d the goddefs guides her gaudy team .
And pet feé'
ts, as the r ides, her form ing fchcm e.
The var ious orbs now pafs’
d , adownthe fieepO f heaventhe char iot whir ls, and plunges deepInfleecy clouds, whi ch o
’
er the m id - land m ain
Hang pois’
d inai r , to blel’
s the ifles with rain3
And here the panting birds r epol'
e awhile 3
Nor fo their queen5 the gains the Cypr ianille,
373 A . P H I L I P S’
S P O E M S.
By {peedy z ephyr s borne inthickned ai r
Unfeenthe reek s , unfeen{he finds, the fair .Now o
'
er the m ountaintops the r ifing fimShot purple rays now Thule had begunHer m orning chace , and pr inted inthe dews
Her fleeting fieps . The goddefs now pur fues,Now over - tak es her inthe full career ,And fiings a javelinat the flying deer .
Am az‘
d , the virginhuntrefs turns her eyes ;W henJuno, (now Diana ind ifguife, )Let no vainter ror s difcom pofe thy m ind
M y recond vifit, like m y fir lt, is k ind .
Thy ivo ry quiver , and thy ebonbow ,
Did not I give i—Her e fuddenblulhes glow '
OuThule‘s cheek s her bury eyes fur veyThe dr efs, the cr cfcent ; and her doubts give way .
I ownthee, goddel'
s br ight, the nym ph r eplies,
Goddefs, I ownthee, and thy favour s pr iz eGoddefs of woods , and lawns, and levelplains,Frefh inm y m ind thine im age {till r em ains .
ThenJuno, beauteous ranger of the grove,M y dar ling car e, fai r obj eét of m y love ,Hither I com e, urg
’d by no tr iv ial fear s,
To guar d thy bloom , and wam thy tender year s.
TR A N S
T R A N S L A T p o ns . 3:
W henlate, onAlpheus‘
cr ouded lhore,For th- fpr inging quick , eachner ve
‘
he firain’d ,
The warning of the fpur d ifdain’
d,
And fwift to v ié'
lory his m ailer bone.
E P 0 D E I . M eafures 1 6.
The lov’
d Syraculian, the prince of the cour re,The k ing, who delights inthe (peed of the horfe s
Gr eat hi s glory, gr eat his fam e,
Thr oughout the land wher e LydianPelop s cam eTo plant his m en,
.
a chorenrace,
A land the oceandoes em brace,
Pelops, whom Neptune, ruler of the m ain,W as known‘
to love, when into life again,
Froruthe r ev iving cauld ronwarm ,
Clotho produc‘
d him whole, his ihoulder - blade,
And its fir m brawn, of lhining ivory m ade 3
But truth, unvarnilh’
d , oft negleéted lies,
W henfabled tales, invented to furpr i z e,Inm iracles m ighty, have power to charm ,
W here fiftions, happily com bin’
d ,
Deceive and captivate the m ind 3
S T R 0 P H E I I . M eafures 33.Thus Poiify, harm onious fpell,The four ce of pleafur es ever new,
W ith d ignity does wonder s tell;
And we, am az’
d , believe eachwonder trm
Day, after day, br ings truth to light,Unveil
'
d, and m anifefi to fight
3
'
s;'
A .
°“P -B
'
TL I'
P s'
s‘
P o a M 3.
But, of the blefs’
d, thofe lips which nam e
Foul deed s aloud , mall fuffer 'blam e .
Thee, fonof Tantalus, m y faithful fangShallvind icate from every wrong,
The glor ies of}thy houfe r efiore,
And batfle falihoods told before
Now , inhis turn, thy fir e p r epar’
d
A banquet ; whenthe gods appear‘
d
A t Sipylus, his fweet abode,To grace the due p roport ion
’
tlfeali“
Ther e, fir ft, the tr ident - bear ing feall‘
Ther e, fir ft, the t r ident - bear ing guel’t.
'
Beheld thy lovely fo rm ; and now, he glow'
d ;
A NT I S T R O PH E I I . M eafureseAnd now , his foul fubclued by love,Thee inhis goldencar he bor e
Swift to the lofty tower s of Jove,W hofe nam e the nations allar ound ador e
Thus Ganym ede was caught onhigh,To ferve the power who rules the flty .
W henthanno longer d idlt appear ,
And ohofe , who fought a pledge - fo dear ,
W ithout thee to thy w idow‘d m other cam e,
Som e env ious neighbour , to defam e
Tby father’
s feaft, a rum our (pr ead ,The rum our thr ough the countr y fled ,That thou, to he ightenthe r epaft,W all into f e
ething water call,
F ier ce bubbling o'
er the raging fi r e,
Thy lim bs without com mlhonCAN'
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381. A P H I L I P S‘
S P O E
But be not m andeceiv’d the goth r eveal
W hat m oftwe labour to concealF or this the power s, who deathlefs r eign,To ear th fent downhis fonagain,To dwellwith m en, a ibor t - liv
’
d rate,W hore fuddenfate com e onapace.
I -I is flowery age inallits pr ide,W hen, o
‘
er his chin, ablackening thade
Of downwas calt, a vow he m ade,
Deep inhis foul, to w inthe profer’
d br ide .
A NT-‘I S TR 0 P H E I I I . M eafur es 13.
Hippodam ia, boafied nam e,
From her gr eat fir e the Pifanproud .
A lone, by night, the lover .eam e
Befide the hoary fea, and call’
d aloud‘
Onhim who {ways the tr iple fpear ,
And fills withd inthe deafen‘
d ear
W hen, at 'his feet, the god ar ofe
ThenPelops, eager to d ifclofe
His m ighty car e, O Neptune, if thy m iIn'love did ever pleafure find ,Let not Oenom aii s p r evail,
And let this braz enjavelinfailOh ! hear m e hence, onwheels of (p eed ,
To Elis, to the glor ious m eed 3
To viétory oh ! whi rlm e, {trait 3
Since, after ten, and other three ,
Bold fuiter snain, yet {tillwe fee ,Fr om year to year , the p rom i
s’
d nuytials wait 1 40
E P 0 DE
T R A N S L A T I O N S.
E P O D E I I I . M eafur es 1 6.
Of his daughter . No per ilous toil canexciteThe dafiard inhear t, who defpai r s of his m ight.
S ince we allar e bornto d ie ,W ho, over caft, would inoblivionlie,Inunr eputed age decay,And m eanly fquander life away ,Cut off fr om every praife Thenlet m e dar e
This confl ia, inthe dully lifts, to (har e ;And pr ofper thoum y glow ing wheel
's .
”
hm Pelops (poke nor was his fer vent prayer
sur ’
d for th infruitlefs word s, to waft inai rhe deity his whole am bitiongrants
or lhining car , nor cour fer s, now he wantsI the goldenbr ight char iot new vigour he feelsnfl ting inthe hor f
’
es'
feet,
nwear ied ever , ever fleet
S T R 0 P H E IV. M cafur es 1 8 .
enom aus, he tr ium phs o‘
er
lry prowefs, and , to lhar c his bed ,
laim s the br ight m aid who to him bore
x pr incely fom , to m anly v ir tues br ed .
ow , folem ni z‘
d w ith (team ing blood ,nd pious r ites, near Alpheus
‘ acad
bm b‘
d , heneeps, wher e th‘
altar (lands,
hat d raws the vows of d iflant lands
nd r ound his tombthe cir cling r acer s fir ivand round the wheeling char iots. dr ive.
C c
335
335 A . P H t i xr é t s PO E M S.
Inthy fam’
d cour fes, Pelops , r ifeTh
’
Olym pianglories to the lk iee,And thine afar there we behold
The {tr etch of m anhood , fir enuous, bold,Info re fatigues, and ther e the fir ifeO
'
f w inged feet . Thr ice happy he,
W ho over com es for he (hallfee
Unclouded days, and tafte the t’
weets
i
of life,
ANT I STR OPHE IV . M eafur es 1 8.
Thy boon, O v iélory ! thy pr i z e .
The good that, ina day obtain’
d ,
Fr om day to day frefh joy {npplies ,I s the fupr eine of blifs to m anordain
’
d
But let m e now the r ider raife,
And cr ownhim w ith i Eolianlays,
The viétor‘
s due and I confide,
Though every welcom e guelt wer e try’
d ,
Not one, inall the concour re, would be foundFor fair elt knowledge m or e r enown
’
d ,
Nor yet a m atter m ore to tw ine,
Inlafiing hym ns , each w reathing line.
The guard iangod , who watchfulguidesThy for tunes , Hiero , prefidesO
’er all thy car es with anxious power 3
And foon, if he does not denyHis needfulaid , m y hopes runhighT
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o ling m ore pleafing inthe joyfulhour ,E P O DE
388 A N P H I'
L I P53 ’ S ? O E M S.
Tanss s c onnO LYM P I ON I O‘UE.
To Ta a r ouof Aca xoast'ruu, viaor iousinthe Cunam ‘
r - Rac a.
A R G U M E N T.
He praifesTheronk ing of Agr igentum‘
, onaccount ofthe v iétmy
‘obtained in the'Olympic Gam es, w itha
Char iot and four hor fes ; likewife for his iufiioe, hishofpitality, his for titude, and the illufir ioufnefs of hisancellors ; whore adventur es are occafionally m en
t ioned s then he interweaves digr efiions to Sem ele,
Ino, Peleus, Achilles, and other s , and defer ibes the
futur e (late of the r ighteous and of the wicked.
Lafily, he concludes w ith extolling his own{k illin
panegyr iclt , and the benevolence and liberality of
Theron.
S T .R O P H ‘E I .‘
M eafur es -
x6 .
0VERE I GN hym ns, whofe num ber s (wayThe found ing harp, what god, what hero, fay,
W hat m an, thallwe refound t‘1 8 not Pifaj ove
’
s delight ?
And d id not Her cules, with conquefl: crown’
d ,
To him ordain
Th’ Olym piad for anarm y (lain,
Thank - ofl'
er ing of the war ?
And muttwe not, inTheron’s r ight,Exer t our voice, and (wellour fong tTheron, whofe v iétor ious carFour cour ierswhi rl, fleeting along,
T’ RuA' N S L ‘A -T I O N 8 .
To llranger -
guefis indulgent hoft,Of Agr igentum the fuppor t and boalt,Ci ties bornto rule and grace,Fai r blofl
'
om of his ancient race,
A NT I ST R O PHE I . M eafur es 1 6.
W or thies fore perplex’
d inthought,Till, wander ing far , they found , what long they fought,A facred feat, fal
’t by
W here the {tream does rapid run,And r eign
‘
d , of Sicily the guardianeye, .
W henhappy days,
And wealth, and favour , flow’
d, . and praife,
That in- bornwor th inflam es .
SaturnianJove, O ! Rhea’s (on,W ho o
‘
er Olym pus dolt prefide,And the pitch of lofty gam es,
And Alpheus , of r iver s the pr ide,
R ejoicing inm y fongs, do thouI ncline thine ear , pr opitious to m y vow,
Blefl ing, with abounteous hand ,The r ich her ed itary land
E P O D E I M eafur es 1 0.
Thr ough their late lineagedown. No power canaEi ions
pail,
W hether deeds of r ight or wr ong,
A s things not done r ecall,
Not evenTim e, the father , who produces allYet canOblivion, waiting long,
C c 3 Gather
A a t—L t r s
’s P O E M S.
Gather ing (tr ength
Through the lehgthO f profperous tim es, forbid thdfe deeds to laltSuch for ce has fweet- healing joyThe fe ller ing fm ar t of evils to defl r oy,
S T R O P H E°
I I . hi eafures 1 6.
“thenfelicity is fentDownby the w illfupr em e w ith full content.Thy daughter s, Cadmus , theyG reatly w r etched here below ,
Blefs’
d ever m o re, this m ighty tr uth d ifplay .
No we ight of gr ief,
But , whelm’
d inpleafur es, finds relief,.Sunlt inthe fweet abyfs .Thou, Sem ele, w ith hai r a- flow,
Thouby thunder doom'
d to d ie,
M ingling wi th the gods inblifs,
A r t happy, for ever , onhigh a
Thee Pallas does fo r eirer love,
Thee chiefly Jupi ter , who rules above ;Thee thy fonholds ever dear ,
Thy fonw ith the ivy- w reath
‘
d fpear .
A NT I S T R O P HE I I . M eafur es 1 6.Beauteous Inc , we ar e told ,W ith the fea- daughter s dwells of Nereus old,And has , by lot, obtain
‘
d
Lefiing life, beneath the deep,
A life w ithinno bounds of firm refirain’d .
The hour of death,eThe day whenwe sehguout breath,
393 A . p nr nr p sus P O E M S.
From whence JEnefidamus’ heirDoes his {pread ing root der ive,
To branch out a pr ogeny fair ;W ho, fpr inging for em oft inthe chace
Of fam e, dem ands we thould his tr ium ph grace,Tuning lyr es to vocal lays,
Sweetunionof m elodious prai fe ;
A NT I S T R O P R E I I I . M eafur es 1 6.
For not only has he borne
Th’ Olym pianpr iz e, but, with his brother , wornThe gar land of r enown,
A t Pytho and at I lthmus wher e,V iElor ious both, they (har
’
d th’
allotted cr own, I v
Joint honourm on
Intwelve im petuous cour fes, runW ith four unwear ied fteeds .
To vanquilh inthe fir ife fevereDoes all anxiety defiroy s
And to this, if wealth fucceedsW ith v ir tues enam el
’
d, the joyLuxur iant gr ows fuch affluenceDoes glor ious oppor tuni ties d ifpenfe,G iving depth of thought to findPur fuits which pleafe a noble m ind,
E P O D E I I I . M eafur es I O .
Refulgent fiar to m anthe pur efi:beam of light 1
The pollefi'
o r of this (lor e,
Far - future things d ifcerning, knowsObdnrate
'
wr etches,once deceas
’
d, to im m ed iate woe
Confign’
d , too late thei r gains deulor e n
Q
T R . A‘
N~ S L A T I 0 -'N S . .
For below
Er e they go,
S its one injudgm ent, who pronounces r ightOncr im es inthis w ide r ealm of Jove ;W hofe dire decr ee no power cane
’
er r em ove
STR OP HE IV . M esfur es 1 6.But the good, alike by night,Alik e by day, the fun
’
sunclouded ‘
light
Behold ing, ever blefs’
d,
Live anunlabor ious life,Nor anxious inter rupt their hallow’
d r eit
W ith fpade and plow,
The ear th to vex, or with the prow
The briny fea. to eat
The bread of care inendlefs fir ife.
The dr ead divinities am ongThe fewunaccufiom ’
d to wr ong,W ho never brok e the vow they (wore,
A tearlefs age enjoy for ever - m or e ;
W hile the w icked hence depar t
To torm ents which appall the hear t
A NT I S TR O P HE IV . M eafur esBut the (611 13who greatly dare,Thr ice try
’
d ineither flats, to perfever e
Ft'om all injufiice pane,Journeying onward inthe wayOf Jupiter , inv ir tue {till fecure,Along his r oad
A r r ive at Saturn’s rais’d abode ;
393
W here
m A .
W her e (oft fea-breez es br eathe
Round the ifland of the blefs'
d ; wher e gayThe trees with goldenMotions glow ;W hen, their brows and am » to wr eaths ,
Br ight garlands onevery tide below ;
For , fpr inging thick inevery field ,
The earth does goldenflower s fpontaneous yield ;And, inevery lim pid ltr eam ,
The budding gold is feento gleamE POD E IV . M eafur es 1 0 .
Fair her itage l by r ighteous Rhadam anth‘
s awar d 5
W ho, co'
equal, takes his featW ith Saturn, fire divine,Thy confor t, Rhea, who above the r eit doth thine,
High thron’
d, thoum atron-
goddefs gr eat
Thefe am ong
(Blifsful throng !)Does Peleus and does Cadmus find r egar d ;And, through his m other
’
s w inning prayer
To Jove, Achilles dwells im m or tal ther e
8T R OPH E V . M eafures 1 6.
He who Heftor d id defir oy,
The pillar firm , the whole fuppor t, ofTroy ,And Cycnus gave to d ie,And Aurora’
s [Ethiop fon.
M y arm beneath yet m any darts have I ,
Anfwift of fl ight,W ithinm y quiver , found ing r ight
To ever y fltilfulear
fi at, of the multitude, not oneDifcem s
T'
R A N S ‘L A T LO N S .
'
G rants 6111 to fwim , and birds to fly,
“And ontheir fleillbids m enr ely.
W om enalone defencelefs live,
To w om enwhat does Nature give“
?
Beauty {he gives infiead of dar ts,
B eauty, infiead of fltields, im par ts ;
Nor canthe. (word , nor fir e, oppofe
The fai r , v iétor ious wher e the goes .
T H E T H I R D 0 D
O N L O V E.
ONE m idnight whenthe bear did Rand
A - levelwi th B iiotes’
hand ,
And , w ith thei r labour fore Opprefs’
d,The r ace of m enwer e laid to r eit,
Then. to m y door s, atunawar es,C am e Love, and tr ied to for ce the bar s .
W ho thus affails m y door s , I cr y’
d
W ho br eak s m y llumber s ? Love m ply’
d,
Open a child alone is her e !
A little child ! — youneed not ffear zH er e thr ough the m oonlefs night I (tray,
And , d r ench’
d 'in rain, have loll my way.
Thenm ov’
d to pity by hi s plight,
Too much inhalte m y lam p I light,And open whena child I fee,
A little child , he feem’
d to m e
W ho bor e aquiver , and abow ;
And -wings did to his (boulder s grow.
39s A . P H I L I P S "S - P Q E M 5,
W ithinthe ear th I bid him (land,
Thenchafe and cher ith either hand
Betweenm y palm s, and wr ing, w ith care,
The tr ickling water from hi s hai r .
Now com e, faid he, no longer chill,W e
‘
llbend this bow, and try our flt ill.And prove the fir ing, how far its power
Rem ainsunflaek en’
d by the thawer .
He bends his bow, and culls his quiver ,And pierces, lik e a br eez e, m y liver ;
Thenleaping, laughing, as he fled,Rejoice w ith m e, m y holt, he faid
M y bow is found. inever y par t,
And youthall rue it at your hear t .
A N H
'
Y M N T O V E a s,
“From the G ~R E E K of S a p p a o .
I
V E NU S, beauty of the lk ies,
0 To whom a thoufand tem ples r ife,Gayly
falfe ingentle (m iles,
Fullof love- perplexing w iles,0 , godde
fs l fr om m y hear t rem ove
Thewaiting car es and pains of love.
I I .
I f ever thouhaft k ind y hear d
A fong infoft difir efs prefer
‘
d ,
Propitious to m y tunefulvow,
O, gentle goddefs hear m e now.
Defcend,
4 » A . P'
O E M'
S.
VI I .
JCeIeftial v ili tant, once m ore
Thy needfulprefence I im plor e !Inpity come and - eafe m y gr ief,
B r ing m y d iltem per’
d foul r eliefFavour thy fuppliant
‘
s hiddenfires,
Mud give m e allm y hear t defir es .
A F R A G M E NT O F S A P P H O.
I .
L E S S ‘D as the im m or talgods i s he,
The youthwho fondly hts by thee,And hear s and fees thee all the while
Softly fpeak , and fweetly fm ile .
I I .
’Twas this depr iv’
d m y foul of r eit,And rais
’
d fuch tumults inm y br eath;
For while I gaa’
d, intranfpo r t tofs’
d ,
M y br eath was gone, m y voice was loll.
I I I .
M y bofom glow’
d the fubtle flam e
Ranquickly through allm y v ital fram e 5
O‘
er m y dim eyes a dar knefs hung,.M y ear s with hollow murmur s rung.
IV .
Indewy dam ps m y lim bs wer e chill’
d ,
M y blood w ith gentle hor ror s thr ill’
d;
M y feeble pulfe forgot to play,tI fainted, funk , and dy
’
d away .
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C 0 N T E N T S
A. P H I L I P P S’S . P O E M S.
P A S T O L P O E M S .
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S E C O N D.
Thenot, Colinet
T H I J R DO .
Albino
F 0 U R T H.
M yco, Argol
F I F T H.
S' I X T H.
Geron, Hobbinol, LanguetThe StrayNym ph
The Happy Swain
m C O N T Ei
N T s.
To a Fr iend, who deli r ed m e to w r ite ontheDeathof King W illiam
From Holland to a Fr iend in England , in the
Year 1 703.
To the Ear lof Dor fef
To the R ight Honourable Charles Lord Halifax,one of the Lor ds Juitices appointed by his Maiefiy
To the Honourable j am es C ragg s, Efq; Secretar y at W ar , at Ham ptonGaunt
To Lord Carter et, d epar t ing from Dublin
O D E S .
SongSong
To SignoraCo z z oniTo the M em ory of the late Earl of Halifax
To the Honourable M ifs Car ter etOnthe Death of the Right Honourable W illiam
Ear l Cowper 3
To the Right Honour able W illiam Pulteney , Eq 1
To M ifs M argar et Pulteney , Daughter of DanielPulteney, ~El
'
q; inthe Nur fery 3‘
To hI ifs Charlo tte Pulteney ; i ri'
her M otW S
A rm s 3
To theO
'
Right Honourable Rober t W alpole, Efqy 3Supplicationto IVI ifs Car teret, inthe Sm all- Po'x 3
To M ifs Georgina, youngelt Daughter to Lord
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