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By contest brightened, hence the radiant | The sea at last from Colchian mountains

youth Poured every beam ; by generous pride Kind-hearted transport round their capinflamed,

tains threw Felt every ardour burn: their great reward | The soldiers fond embrace : o'erflowed The verdant wreath, which sounding Pisa gave.

With tender floods, and loosed the general Hence flourished Greece: and hence a voice race of men,

To cries resounding loud-The sea ! The As gods by conscious future times adored, sea ! In whom each virtue wore a smiling air,

In Attic bounds hence heroes, sages, Each science shed o'er life a friendly light, wits, Each art was nature. Spartan valour Shone thick as stars, the milky way of hence,

Greece ! At the famed pass, firm as an isthmus And though gay wit, and pleasing grace stood ;

was theirs, And the whole eastern ocean, waving far All the soft modes of elegance and ease ; As eye could dart its vision, nobly checked. Yet was not courage less, the patient touch While in extended battle, at the field Of toiling art, and disquisition deep. Of Marathon, my keen Athenians drove My spirit pours a vigour through the soul, Before their ardent band an host of slaves. The unfettered thought with energy inHence through the continent ten thou- spires, sand Greeks

Invincible in arts, in the bright field Urged a retreat, whose glory not the prime Of nobler science, as in that of arms, Of victories can reach. Deserts, in vain, Athenians thus not less intrepid burst Opposed their course; and hostile lands, The bonds of tyrant darkness, than they unknown;

spurned And deep rapacious floods, dire-banked The Persian chains : while through the with death ;

city, full And mountains, in whose jaws destruction Of mirthful quarrel and of witty war, grinned ;

Incessant struggled taste refining taste, Hunger, and toil ; Armenian snows, and And friendly free discussion, calling forth storms ;

From the fair jewel Truth its latent ray. And circling myriads still of barbarous O'er all shone out the great Athenian sage, foes.

And father of philosophy ; the sun, Greece in their view, and glory yet un- From whose white blaze emerged each touched,

various sect Their steady column pierced the scattering Took various tints, but with diminished herds,

beam. Which a whole empire poured ; and held | Tutor of Athens : he, in every street,

Dealt priceless treasure : goodness his deTriumphant, by the sage-exalted chief light, Fired and sustained. Oh light and force Wisdom his wealth, and glory his reward. of mind,

Deep through the human heart, with Almost almighty in severe extremes !

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His simple question stole ; as into truth, And serious deeds, he smiled the laughing

race ; Taught moral happy life, whate'er can

bless, Or grace mankind; and what he taught he

was. Compounded high, though plain, his doc

trine broke In different schools. The bold poetic

phrase Of figured Plato, Xenophon's pure strain, Like the clear brook that steals along the

vale ; Dissecting truth, the Stagyrite's keen eye; The exalted Stoic pride; the Cynic sneer; The slow-consenting Academic doubt ; And, joining bliss to virtue, the glad ease Of Epicurus, seldom understood. They, ever candid, reason still opposed Toreason; and, since virtue was their aim, Each by sure practice tried to prove his

way The best. Then stood untouched the solid

base Of liberty, the liberty of mind : For systems yet, and soul-enslaving creeds, Slept with the monsters of succeeding

times. From priestly darkness sprung th' enlight

ening arts Of fire, and sword, and rage, and horrid

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Or soft depressed it to the shepherd's

moan, Or raised it swelling to the tongue of Gods. Heroic song was thine ; the Fountain

bard, Whence each poetic stream derives its

course. Thine the dread moral scene, thy chief

delight ! Where idle Fancy durst not mix her voice, When Reason spoke august ; the fervent

heart, Or plained, or stormed ; and in the im

passioned man, Concealing art with art, the poet sunk, This potent school of manners, but when

left Toloose neglect, a land corrupting plague, Was not unworthy deemed of public care, And boundless cost, by thee ; whose every

son, Even last mechanic ; the true taste pos

sessed Of what had flavour to the nourished soul, The sweet enforcer of the poet's strain, Thine was the meaning music of the

heart. Not the vain trill, that, void of passion,

runs In giddy mazes, tickling idle ears ;

names.

O Greece ! thou sapient nurse of finer

arts ! Which to bright Science blooming Fancy

bore, Be this thy praise, that thou, and thou

alone, In these hast led the way, in these excelled, Crown'd with the laurel of assenting Time. In thy full language, speaking mighty

things; Like a clear torrent close, or else diffused A broad majestic stream, and rolling on

But that deep-searching voice, and artful | That cruel-thoughted War the impatient hand,

torch To which respondent shakes the varied | Dashed to the ground; and, rather than soul.

destroy Thy fair ideas, thy delightful forms, The patriot picture, let the city 'scape. By love imagined, by the graces touched, The boast of well-pleased Nature! Sculpture seized,

THE CASTLE OF INDOLENCE. And bade them ever smile in Parian stone. Selecting Beauty's choice, and that again

(Specimens.] Exalting, blending in a perfect whole,

I. Thy workmen left even Nature's self be

O mortal man ! who livest here by toil, hind.

Do not complain of this thy hard estate ; From those far different, whose prolific

That like an emmet thou must ever hand

moil, Peoples a nation ; they for years on years,

Is a sad sentence of an ancient date ; By the cool touches of judicious toil,

And, certes, there is forit reason great ; Their rapid genius curbing, poured it all

For, though sometimes it makes thee Through the live features of one breathing

weep and wail, stone.

And curse thy star, and early drudge There, beaming full, it shone ; expressing

and late, Gods :

Withouten that would come a heavier Jove's awful brow, Apollo's air divine,

bale, The fierce atrocious frown of sinewed

Loose life, unruly passions, and diseases Mars,

pale. Or the sly graces of the Cyprian queen, Minutely perfect all! Each dimple sunk,

In lowly dale, fast by a river's side, And every muscle swelled, as nature taught. With woody hill o'er hill encompassed In tresses, braided gay, the marble waved;

round, Flowed in loose robes, or thin transparent A most enchanting wizard did abide, veils;

Than whom a fiend more fell is nowhere Sprung into motion ; softened into flesh ;

found. Was fired to passion, or refined to soul. It was, I ween, a lovely spot of ground: Nor less thy Pencil with creative touch,

And there a season atween June and Shed mimic life, when all thy brightest

May, dames,

Half pranked with spring, with summer Assembled, Zeuxis in his Helen mixed.

half imbrowned, And when Apelles, who peculiar knew A listless climate made, where, sooth to To give a grace that more than mortal

say, smiled,

No living wight could work, ne cared even The soul of beauty ! called the queen of

for play. love, Fresh from the billows, blushing orient charms.

Was nought around but images of rest: Even such inchantment then thy Pencil Sleep-soothing groves, and quiet lawns poured,

between ;

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Joined to the prattle of the purling rills, Were heard the lowing herds along the

vale,

And flocks loud bleating from the dis

tant hills, And vacant shepherds piping in the

dale : And now and then sweet Philomel would

wail, Or stock-doves 'plain amid the forest

deep, That drowsy rustled to the sighing gale;

And stilla coil the grasshopper did keep; Yet all these sounds yblent inclinéd all to sleep.

V.
Full in the passage of the vale above,
A sable, silent, solemn forest stood,
Where nought but shadowy forms was

seen to move,
As Idlesse fancied in her dreaming

mood : And up the hills, on either side, a wood Of blackening pines, aye waving to and

fro, Sent forth a sleepy horror through the

blood ; And where this valley winded out below, The murmuring main was heard, and

scarcely heard to flow.

VII. The landscape such, inspiring perfect

ease, Where Indolence (for so the wizard

hight) Close hid his castle mid embowering

trees, That half shut out the beams of Phæbus

bright, And made a kind of checkered day and

night. Meanwhile, unceasing at the massy gate, Beneath a spacious palm, the wicked

wight Was placed ; and to his lute, of cruel

fate, And labour harsh, complained, lamenting

man's estate.

VIII. Thither continual pilgrims crowded still, From all the roads of earth that pass

there by ; For, as they chanced to breathe on neigh

bouring hill, The freshness of this valley smote their

eye, And drew them ever and anon more

nigh;

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Behold ! ye pilgrims of this earth, be

hold ! See all but man with unearned pleasure

gay : See her bright robes the butterfly unfold, Broke from her wintry tomb in prime of

May ! What youthful bride can equal her array? Who can with her for easy pleasure vie ? From mead to mead with gentle wind to

stray, From flower to flower on balmy gales to

fly, Isall she has to do beneath the radiant sky.

XII. Come, ye who still the cumbrous load of

life Push hard up hill; but as the farthest

steep You trust to gain, and put an end to

strife, Down thunders back the stone with

mighty sweep, And hurls your labours to the valley

deep, For ever vain ; come, and, withouten

fee, I in oblivion will your sorrows steep, Your cares, your toils, will steep you in

a sea Of full delight : oh come, ye weary wights,

to me !

X. Behold the merry minstrels of the morn, The swarming songsters of the careless

grove, Ten thousand throats ! that from the

flowering thorn, Hymn their good God, and carol sweet

of love, Such grateful kindly raptures them

emove :

They neither plough, nor sow; ne, fit for

flail, E'er to the barn the nodding sheaves

they drove; Yet theirs each harvest dancing in the

gale, Whatever crowns the hill, or smiles along

the vale.

XIII, With me, you need not rise at early

dawn, To pass the joyless day in various

stounds; Or, louting low, on upstart fortune fawn, And sell fair honour for some paltry

pounds; Or through the city take your dirty

rounds, To cheat, and dun, and lie, and visit

XI. Outcast of nature, man ! the wretched

pay,

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