Joys that might charm an heav'nly breast
To make dependent millions bleft,
A dying nation to restore,

And fave fall'n Liberty with kingly pow'r;
To quench the torch of difcord and debate
Relume the languid fpark of publick zeal,
Repair the breaches of a fhatter'd ftate,

West.

And gloriously complete the plan of England's weal,
Complete the noble Gothick pile

That on the rock of Juftice rear'd fhall stand
In fymmetry, and ftrength, and fame,

A rival of that boafted frame,

Which Virtue rais'd on Tiber's ftrand.
This Edward, guardian father of our isle,
This godlike tafk, to few affign'd,
Exalts thee above human kind,

And from the realms of everlasting day
Calls down celeftial bards thy praise to fing,
Calls this bright troop of fpirits to furvey

Thee, the great miracle of earth, a Patriot king!

Ungern trenne ich die folgende herrliche Ode von der ihr verschwisterten, The Bard. Beide sind die schönsten Muster, die sich in dieser Gattung aufstellen laffen. Wer indeß nach ihrer Durchlesung Kaltblütigkeit genug dazu fühlt, der lese Dr. Johnson's Zergliederung dieser Oden, in Gray's Les ben; (Lives, Vol. IV. p. 478 ff.) und kaum wird ihm die das rin durchgehends herrschende sylbenstechende Tadelsucht bes greiflich seyn.

AWAKE, Aeolian lyre, awake,

And give to rapture all thy trembling strings!
From Helicon's harmonious fprings

A thousand rills their mazy progrefs take:
The laughing flowers, that round them blow,

Drink life and fragrance as they flow.

Now the rich stream of mufic winds along

Deep, majestic, fmooth, and strong,

Thro' verdant vales, and Ceres' golden reign:

Now rowling down the steep amain,

Headlong, impetuous, fee it pour:

The rocks and nodding groves, rebellow to the

roar.

Oh! Sovereign of the willing foul,
Parent of fweet and folemn-breathing airs,
Enchanting fhell! the fullen Cares,

And frantic Paffions hear thy foft controul.
On Thracia's Hills the Lord of war
Has curb'd the fury of his car.

And drop'd his thirsty lance at thy command.
Perching on the fcept'red hand

Of Jove, thy magic lulls the feather'd king
With ruffled plumes, and flagging wing:
Quench'd in dark clouds of flumber lie
The terror of his beak, and light'nings of his

eye.

I. 3.

Thee the voice, the dance, obey.

Temper'd to they warbled lay

O'er Idalia's velvet-green

The rofy-crowned Loves are seen

On Cytherea's day

With antic (port, and blue ey'd Pleasures,
Frifking light in frolic measures:

Now pursuing, now retreating,
Now in circling troops they meet:
To brifk notes in cadence beating
Glance their many-twinkling feet.

Slow melting Strains their Queen's approach de

clare:

Where'er fhe turns, the Graces homage pay
With arms fublime, that float upon the air,
In gliding state fhe wins her eafy way:

O'er her warm cheek and rifing bofom move,"

The bloom of young Defire and purple light of
Love.

Man's feeble race what ills await,
Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain,
Difeafe, and Sorrow's weeping train,

And Death, fad refuge from the Storms of Fate!
The fond complaint, my fong, difprove,
And justify the laws of Jove.

Say, has he giv'n in vain the heav'nly Mufe?
Night, and all her fickly dews,

Her Spectres wan, and Birds of boding cry,
He gives to range the dreary fky:

Till down the eastern cliffs afar

Hyperion's march they spy, and glitt'ring fhafts of

war.

II. 2.

In climes beyond the folar road,
Where fhaggy forms o'er ice-built mountains

roam,

The Mufe has broke the twilight gloom

To chear the fhivering Native's dull abode
And oft, beneath the od'rous fhade

Of Chili's boundless foreft laid,

She deigns to hear the favage Youth repeat

In loose numbers wildly fweet

Their feather-cinctur'd Chiefs and dufky Loves,
Her track, where'er the Goddess roves,

Glory purfue, and generous Shame,

Th' unconquerable Mind, and Freedom's holy

flame..

In lingering Lab'rinths creep,

How do your tuneful Echoes languish,
Mute, but to the voice of Anguish?

Where each old poetic Mountain
Infpiration breath'd around:

Gray.

Ev'ry fhade and hallow'd Fountain
Murmur'd deep a folemn found:
Till the fad Nine in Greece's evil hour

Left their Parnaffus for the Latian plains.

Alike they scorn the pomp of tyrant Power,
And coward Vice, that revels in her chains.
When Latium had her lofty fpirit loft,

They fought, oh Albion! next the fea encircled
coaft.

III. I.

Far from the fun and fummer-gale

In thy green lap was Nature's Darling *) laid,
What time, where lucid Avon ftray'd,

To him the mighty Mother did unveil

Her awful face: The dauntless Child
Stretch'd forth his little arms, and fmil'd.
This pencil take (fhe faid) whofe colours clear,
Richly paint the vernal year:

Thine too these golden keys, immortal Boy!
This can unlock the gates of Joy:

Of Horror that, and thrilling Fears,

Or ope the facred fource of lympathetic Tears,

III. 2.

Nor fecond He, **) that rode fublime

Upon the feraph-wings of Extafy

The fecrets of th' Abyss to spy

He pafs'd the flaming bounds of Place and Time:

The living Throne, the faphire blaze,

Where Angels tremble, while they gaze
He faw; but blafted with excefs of light,

*) Shakspeare.

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**) Miltons

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