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As sunk the Sun, o'er all the flaming vast; The husbandman of him, as at the plough,
And shop to shop, responsive, sings of him :
Ev'n from the cash protected wbat reproach? Then too from every promontory chill,
For he thy value knons ; thy friendship be Rank fen, and cavern where the wild wave works, To human nature : but the better thou, I swept confederate winds, and swelld a storm. The richer of delight, sometimes the niore Round the glad isle, snatch'd by the vengeful blast, Inevitable war; when ruffian force The scatter'd remnants drove ; on the blind shelve, Awakes the fury of an injur'd state. And pointed rock, that marks th' indented shore, Ev'n the good patient man, whom reason rules, Relentless dash'd, where loud the northern main Rous'd by bold insult, and injurious rage, Howls through the fractur'd Caledonian isles. With sharp and sudden check, th' astonish'd sons
“ Such were the dawnings of my watery reign ; Of violence confounds; firm as his cause But since how vast it grew, how absolute, His bolder heart; in awful justice clad ; Evin in those troubled times, when dreadful Blake His eyes effulging a peculiar fire ; Aw'd angry nations with the British naine, And, as he charges through the prostrate war, Let every humbled state, let Europe say,
His keen arm teaches faithless men, no more Sustain'd, and balanc'd, by my naval arm. To dare the sacred vengeance of the just. [more, Ah, what must those immortal spirits think
“And what, my thoughtless sons, should fire you of your poor shifts ? Those, for their country's good 'Than when your well-earn'd en pire of the deep Who fac'd the blackest danger, knew no fear, The least beginning injury receives ! No mean submission, but commanded peace. What better cause can call your lightning forth? "Ah, how with indignation must they burn ! Your thunder wake? your dearest life demand? (If aught, but joy, can touch ethereal breasts) What better cause, than when your country sees With shame! with grief! to see their feeble sons The sly destruction at her vitals aim'd ? Shrink from that empire o'er the conquer'd seas, For, oh, it much imports you, 'tis your all, For which their wisdom plann'd, their councils To keep your trade entire, entire the force, glow'd,
And honour of your fleets: o'er that to watch, And their veins bled through many a toiling age ! Ev'n with a hand severe, and jealous eye.
* Oh, first of human blessings ! and supreme ! In intercourse be gentle, generous, just,
Unconquerable still ; let none escape,
Who shall but aim to touch your glory there. Gives every joy, and to those joys a right, Is there the man, into the lion's den Which idle, barbarous rapine but usurps. Who dares intrude, to snatch his young away? Pure is thy reign; when, unaccurs’d by blood, And is a Briton seiz'd ? and seiz'd beneath Nought, save the swectness of indulgent showers, The slumbering terrours of a British fleet? Trickling distils into the vernant glehe ;
Then ardent rise ! Oh, great in vengeance rise ! Instead of mangled carcases, sad-seen,
O'erturn the proud, teach rapine to restore : When the blithe sheaves lie scatter'd o'er the field; And as you ride sublimely round the world, When only shining sharcs, the crooked knife, Make every vessel stoop, make every state And hooks imprint the vegetable wound ;
At once their welfare and their duty know. When the land blushes with the rose alone, This is your glory : this your wisdom; this The falling fruitage and the blecding vine. The native power for shich you were design'd Oh, Peace! thou source, and soul of social life ; By Fate, when Fate desigu'd the firmest state, Beneath whose calın inspiring influence,
Thai e'cr was seated on the subject sea ; Science his views enlarges, Art refines,
A state, alonc, where Liberty should live, And swelling Commerce opens all her ports; In these late times, this evening of mankind, Blest be the man divine, who gives us thee ! When Athens, Rome, and Carthage are no more, Who bids the trumpet hush his horrid clang, The world almost in slavish sloth dissolvid. Nor blow the giddy nations into rage ;
For this, these rocks around your coast were throud, Who sheaths the murderous blade; the deadly gun For this, your oaks, peculiar harden'd, shcot Into the well-pildarmoury returns ;
Strong into sturdy growth; for this, your hearts And, every vigour from the work of death, Swell with a sullen courage, growing still To grateful industry converting, makes
As danger grows; and strength, and toil for this The country flourishi, and the city smile.
Are liberal pour'd o'er all the fervent land. Variolated, bim the virgin sings :
Then cherish this, this unexpensive power, And him the smiling mother to her train.
Undangerous to the public, ever prompt, Of nim the shepherd, in the peaceful dale, By lavish Nature thrust into your band : Chants; and, the treasures of his labous sure, Auc, unencuinber'd with the bulk inmease
BEING THE FIRST PART OF
Of conquest, whence huge empires rose, and fell Live o'er the land, the finer arts inspire,
And the rough sons of lowest labour smile.
Youth, life, and love, and beauty o'er the world,
“But haste wc froin these melancholy shores,
Lo! now my sons, the sons of Freedom ! meet
Its course another way, o'er other lands [point Burn in the patriot's thought, flow from his • The various treasure would resistless pour,
tongue Ne'er to be won again; its ancient tract
In fearless truth; myself, transform'd, preside,
And shed the spirit of Britannia round.”
This said ; her fleeting form, and airy train,
But the rough cadence of the dashing wave.
ANCIENT AND MODERN ITALY
THE CONTENTS OF PART 1.
“ Oh, let not then waste Luxury impair The following poem is thrown into the form of That manly soul of toil, which strings your nerves,
a poetical vision. Its scene the ruins of ancient And your own proper happiness creates !
Rome. The goddess of Liberty, who is supposOh, let not the soft, penetrating plague
sed to speak through the whole, appears, cha. Creep on the free born mind; and working there,
racterized as British Liberty ; to ver. 44With the sharp tooth of many a new-form'd want,
Gives a view of ancient Italy, and particularly Endless, and idle all, eat out the heart
of republican Rome, in all her magnificence of Liberty; the high conception blast;
and glory; to ver. 112. This contrasted by The noble sentiment, th' impatient scorn
modern Italy; its vallies, mountains, culture, Of basc subjection, and the swelling wish
cities, people: the difference appearing strongest For general good, erasing from the mind :
in the capital city Rome; to ver. 234, The While nought save narrow selfishness succeeds, ruins of the great works of Liberty more magni. And low design, the sneaking passions all
ficent than the borrowed pomp of Oppression; Let loose, and reigning in the rankled breast. and from them revived Sculpture, Painting, and Induc'd at last, by scarce perceiv'd degrees,
Architecture; to ver. 256. The old Romans Sapping the very frame of government,
apostrophized, with regard to the several melan. And life, a total dissolution comes ;
choly changes in Italy: Horace, Tully, and Sloth, ignorance, dejection, flattery, fear;
Virgil, with regard to their_Tibur, Tusculum, Oppression raging o'er the waste he makes ;
and Naples ; to ver. 287. That once finest and The human being almost quite extinct;
most ornamented part of Italy, all along the And the whole state in broad corruption sinks, coast of Baïæ, how changed; to ver. 321. This Oh, shun that gulf: that gaping rain shun! desolation of Italy applied to Britain ; to ver. And countless ages roll it far away
344. Address to the goddess of Liberty, that From you, ye Heaven-belov'd May Liberty,
she would deduce from the first ages, her chief The light of life, the Sun of human kind!
establishments, the description of which constiWhence heroes, bards, and patriots borrow flame, tute the subject of the following parts of this Ev'n where the keen depressive north descends, poem. She assents, and commands what she Still spread, exalt, and actuate your powers ! says to be sung in Britain; whose happiness, While slavish southern climates beam in vain ! arising from freedom, and a limited monarchy, And may a public spirit from the throne,
she marks; to ver. 391. An immediate vision at. Where every virtue sits, go copious forth,
tends, and paints her words. Inyocation,
TO HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS
Lies, a vast monument, once glorious Rome,
Whate'er, of finish’d, morlern pomp can boast. 29
Snatch'd by these wonders to that world where
Cnfetter'd ranges, Fancy's magic band (thought SIR,
Led me anew o'er all the solemn scene, WAEN I reflect upon that ready condescension, Still in the mind's pure eye more solemn drest. that preventing generosity, with which your royal When straight, methought, the fair majestic power highness received the following poem under your
Of Liberty appear'd. Not, as of old, protection; I can alone ascribe it to the recommen
Extended in her band the cap, and rod, dation, and influence of the su’oject. In you the Whose slave-enlarging touch gave double life : cause and concerns of liberty have so zealous a pa
But her bright temples bound with British oak, tron, as entitles whatever may have the least tendency And naval honours nodded on her brow. to promote them to the distinction of your favour. Sublime of port: loose o'er her shoulder flond And who can entertain this delightful reflection, Her sca-green robe, with constellations gay. without feeling a pleasure far superior to that of An island-goddess now; and her bigh care the fondest author; and of which a!l true lovers of The queen of isles, the mistress of the main. their country must participate? To behold the My heart beat filial transport at the sight; noblest dispositions of the prince, and of the pa
And, as she mov'd to speak, th' awakened Muse triot, united : an overflowing, benevolence, gene
Listend intense. A while she look'd around, rosity, and candour of heart, joined to an en
With mournful eye the well-known ruins mark’d, lightened zeal for liberty, an intimate persuasion And then, her sighs repressing, thus began. (mine; that on it depends the happiness and glory both of
“ Mine are these wonders, all thou see'st is kings and people: to see these shining ont in pribe But, ah, how chang'd; the falling poor remains blic virtues, as they have hitherto smiled in all the Of what exalted once th' Ausonian shore. (gloom, social lights and private accomplishments of life, look back through time; and, rising from the is a prospect that cannot but inspire a general Mark the dread scene, that paints whate'er I say. sentiinent of satisfaction and gladness, more easy
“ The great republic see! that glow'd, sublime, to be felt than expressed.
With the mixt freedom of a thousand states; If the following atteinpt to trace Liberty from Rais’d on the thrones of kings her curule chair, the first ages down to her excellent establishment
And by her fasces aw'd the subject world. in Great Britain, can at all merit your approba
Sue busy millions quickening all the land, tion, and prove an entertainment to your royal
With cities throng'il, and teeming culture high:50 highness; if it can in any degree answer the dig. For Nature then smiled on her free-born sons, nity of the subject, and of the name under which And pour'd the plenty that belongs to men. I presume to shelter it, I have my best reward : Behold, the country cherring, villas rise, particularly as it affiords me an opportunity of in lively prospect ; by the secret lapse declaring that I ain, with the greatest zeal and Of brooks now lost and streame renown'd in song: respect,
In l'mbria's closing rales, or on the brow
On Baiæ's riny coast; where peaceful seas,
Fann’d by kind zephyrs, ever kiss the shore ; most obedient
And suns unclouded shine, through purest air : 60
Or in the spacious neighbourhood of Rome; and inost devoted serrant,
Far-shịning upward to the Sabine hills,
" See distant mountains leave their vallies dry, LIBERTY.
And o'er the proud arcade their tribute pour,
Deep, massy, firm, diverging every way,
With tombs of heroes sacred, see her roads : The Mase gay rov'd the glad Hesperian round, By various nations frod, and suppliant kings; *And drew th' inspiring breati of ancient arts ; With legions flaming, or with triumph gay. Ah ! little thought she her returning verse
“ Full in the centre of these wondrous works, Should sing our darling subject to thiy shade. The pride of Earth! Rome in her glory see! And does the mystic veil, from mortal beam, Behold her demigods, in senate met; Involve those eyes where every virtue smil'd, All head to counsel, and all heart to act: And all thy father's candid spirit shone?
The commun-weal inspiring every tongue The light of reason, pure, without a cloud ; With fervent eloquence, unbrib'd, and bold; Full of the gencrous heart, the inild regard; 10 Fre tame corruption taught the servile herd SO Honour disdaining blemish, cordial faith,
To rank obedient to a master's voice. And limpid truth, that looks the very soul.
“ Her forum see, warm, popular, and loud, But to the death of mighty nations turn,
In trembling wonder hush'd, when the two sires, My strain; be there absorpt the private tear. As they the private father greatly quellid,
Musing, I lay; warm from the sacred walks, Stood up the public fathers of the state. Where at each step imagination burns:
See Justice judging there, in human shape. While scatter'd wide around, awful, and hoar, Hark, how with Freedom's voice it thunders high,
Or in soft murmurs sinks to Tully's tongue. The rude unguided year. Thin wave the gifts
" Her tribes, her census, sce; her generous troops, of yellow C'eres, thin the radiant blush Whose pay was glory, and their best reward, 90 Of orchard reddens in the warmést ray. 16 Free for their country and for me to die;
To weedy wildness run, no rural wealth Ere mercenary murder grew a trade.
(Such as dictators fed) the garden pours. “ Mark, as the purple triumph waves along, Crude the wild olive fows, and foul the vine ; The highest pomp and lowest fall of life.
Nor juice Cæcubian, nor Falernian, more, “ Her festive games, the school of heroes, see; Streams life and joy, save in thc Muse's bowl. Her circus, ardent with contending youth ;
Unseconded by art, the spinning race Her strects, her temples, palaces, and baths, Draw the bright thread in rain, and idly toil. Full of fair forms, of beauty's eldest-born,
In vain, forlorn in wilds, the citron blows ; And of a people cast in virtue's mould.
And lowering plants perfume the desert gale. While sculpture lives around, and Asian hills 100 | Through the vile thoru the tenter myrtle twines. Lend their best stores to heave the pillar d dome : Inglorions droops the laurel, dead to song, 171 All that to Roman strength the sofrer touch And long a stranger to the hero's brow. Of Grecian art can join. But language fails
“ Nor half thy triumph this: cast, from brute To paint this sun, this centre of mankind;
Into the haunts of men thy ruthless eye. [fields, Where every virtue, glory, treasure, art,
There buxom Plenty never turns her horn ; Attracted strong, in heighten'd lustre met. The grace and virtue of exterior life,
“ Need I the contrast mark? unjoyous view ! No clean convenience reigns ; er'n Sleep itself, A land in all, in government, in arts,
least delicate of powers, reluctant, there, In virtue, genius, carth and hearen, revers'd, Lays on the bed impure his heavy head. Who but, these far-fam'd ruins to behold, 110 Thy horrid walk! dead, empty, unadorn'd, 180 Proofs of a people, whose heroje aims
See streets whose echoes never know the voice Soar'd far above the little sclosł. sphere
Of cheerful Hurry, Commerce inany-tongu'd, Of doubting molern life; who but, inham's And Art mechanic at his various task, With classic zeal, these consecrated scenes
Fervent, employ'd. Mark the desponding race, Of men and deeds to trace, unhappy land, Of occupation void, as void of hope ; Would trust thy wilds, and cities loose of sway? Hope, the glad ray, glanc'd from Eternal Good,
“ Are these the vales, that, once, exulting states That life enlivens, and exalts its powers, In their warm bosom fed ? the inountains these, With views of fortune-nadnces all to them ! On whose high-blooming sides my sons, of old, By thee relentless seiz'd their bortter joys, I bred to glory? the dejected towns, 120 to the soft aid of cordial airs th y fly,
190 Where, mean, and sordid, life can scarce subsist, Breathing a kind oblivion o'er their whes, The scenes of ancient opulence, and pomp?
And lore and music melt their souls away. “ Come! by whatever sacred name disguis'd, Froin feeble Justice see how rash Revenge, Oppression, come! and in thy works rejoice! Treinbling, the balance snatches ; and the sword, See Nature's richest plains to putrid fens
Fearful hins 'If, to renal ruffians gives. Turn'd by thy fury. From their cheerful bounds, See where God's altar, nursing murder, stands, See raz'd thenlivening village, farm, and scat. With the red touch of dark assassins stain'd. First, rural toil, by thy rapacious hand
“ But chief let Rome, the mighty city! speak Robb’d of his poor reward, resign'd the plough; The full-exerted genius of thy reign. And now he dares pot turn the noxious glebe. 150 Behold her rise amid the lifeless waste, 200 "Tis thine entire. The lonely swain himself, Expiring Nature all corrupted round ; Who loves at large along the grassy downs While the lone Tyber, through the desert plain, His flocks to pasture, thy drear champain flics. Winds his waste stores, and sull n sweeps along. Far as the sickening eye can sweep around,
Patch'd from my fragments, in unsolid pomp, 'Tis all one desert, desolate, and grey,
Mark how the temple glass; and, artful drest, Graz'd by the sullen buffalo alone;
Amusive, draws the superstitious train. And where the rank incultivated growth
Mark how the palace lifts a lying front, Of rotting ages taints the passing gale.
Concealing often, in magnific jail, Beneath the baleful blast the city pipes,
Prond Want; a deep unanimated ginom! Or sinks enfeebled, or infected burns. 140 | And oft adjoining to the drear abole
210 Bencath it mourns the solitary road,
Of Misery, whose melancholy walls Roll'd in rude mazes o'er th' abandon'd waste; Serm its voracious grandeur to reproach. While ancient ways, ingolf'd, are seen no more. Within the city bounds, the desert see.
“ Such thy dire plains, thou self-destroyer ! foc See the rank rine o'er snbterranean roofs, To human kind! Thy mountains too, profuse, Indecent, spread; beneath whose fretted gold Where savage nature blooms, seem their sad plaint It once, exulting, flow'd. he people mark, To raise against thy desolating rod.
Matchless, while fir'd by me; to public good There on the breezy brow, where thriving states, Inexorably firm, just, generous,
brave, And famous cities, once, to the pleas'd Sun,
Afraid of nothing but unworthy life, Far other scenes of rising culture spread, 150 Elate with glory, an heroic soul
920 Pale shine thy ragged towns. Neglected round, Known to the vulgar breast : behold them now Fach barvest pines; the livid, lean produce A thin despairing number, all-subdued, Of heartless labour: while thy hated joys, The slaves of slares, by superstition fool'd, Not proper pleasure, lift the lazy hand.
By rice unmann'd and a licentious rule, Better to sink in sloth the woes of life,
In guile ingenious, and in murder brave. Than wake their rage with unavailing toil.
Such in one land, beneath the same fair clime, Hence drooping Art almost to Nature leaves Thy sons, Oppression, are; and such were mine.
“ Ev'n with thy labour'd pomp, for whose vain , Draw the cool murmurs of the breathing deep : show
No spreading ports their sacred arins extend: Deluded thousands starve; all age-begrim'd, No mighty moles the big intrusive storm, Torn, robb’d and scatter'd in unnumber'd sacks, From the calm station, roll resounding back. 300 And by the tempest of two thousand years 231 An almost total desolation sits, Continual shaken, let my ruins vie.
A dreary stillness, saddening o'er the coast; These roads, that yet the Roman hand assert, Where, when soft suns and tepid winters rose, Beyond the weak repair of modern toil;
Rejoicing crowds inhal'd the balm of peace; These fractur'd arches, that the chiding stream Where city'd hill to hill reflected blaze; No more delighted hear; these rich remains And where with Ceres, Bacchus wont to hold Of marbles now unknown, where shines iinbibid A genial strife. Her youthful form, robust, Each parent ray; these massy columns, hew'd Ev'n Nature yields; by fire and earthquake redt: From Afric's farthest shore : one granite all, Whose stately cities in the dark abrupt These obelisks high-towering to the sky, 240 Swallow'd at once, or vile in rubbish laid,
310 Mysterious mark'd with dark Egyptian lore; A nest for serpents; from the red abyss These endless wonders that this sacred way
New bills, explosive, thrown; the Lucrine lake Illumine still, and consecrate to fame ;
A reedy pool, and all to Cuma's point, These fountains, vases, urns, and statues, charg'd The sea recovering his usurp'd domain, With the fine stores of art-compleating Greece. And pour'd triumphant o'er the bury'd dome. Mine is, besides, thy every later boast :
“ Hence, Britain, learn; my best-established, last, Thy Buonarotis, thy Palladios mine;
And more than Greece, or Rome, my steady reign; And mine the fair designs, which Raphael's soul The land where, king and people equal bound O'er the live canvass, emanating, breath'd. 249 By guardian laws, my fullest blessings flow;
" What would you say, ye conquerors of Farth! And where my jealous unsubmitting soul, Ye Romans ! coull you raise the laurel'd head ; The dread of tyrants ! burns in erery breast: 320 Could you the country see, by seas of blood, Learn hence, if such the miserable fate And the dread toil of ages, won so dear;
Of an heroic race, the masters once Your pride, your triumph, and supreme delight! Of human kind , what, when deprivid of me, For whose defence oft, in the doubtful hour, How grievous must be thine? le spite of climes, You rush'd with rapture down the gulf of fate, Whose sun-enliven'd ether wakes the soul Of death ambitious ! till by awesul deeds, To higher powers; in spite of happy soils, Virtues, and courage, that amaze mankind, That, but by labour's slightest aid impellid, The queen of nations rose ; possest of ali
With treasures teem to thy cold clime unknown; Which Nature, Art, and Glory could bestow: 260 If there desponding fail the common arts, 330 What would you say, deep in the last abyss And sustenance of life : could life itself, Of slavery, vice, and unambitious want,
Far less a thoughtless tyrant's hollow pomp, Thus to behold her sunk? Your crowded plains, Subsist with thee ? Against depressing skies, Void of their cities; unadorn'd your hills; Join'd to full spread Oppression's cloudy brow, Ungrac'd your lakes ; your ports to ships unknown; How could thy spirits hold? where vigour find, Your lawless floods, and your abandon'd streams : Forc'u fruits to tear from their unnative soil ? These could you know? these could you love Or, storing every harvest in thy ports, Thy Tibur, Horace, could it now inspire, (again? To plough the dreadful all producing wave ?” Content, poetic ease, and rural joy,
Here paus'd the goddess. By the pause assurd, Soon bursting into song ; while through the groves In trenbling accents thus I mor'd my prayer: 310 Of headlong Anio, dashing to the vale, 271 “ Oh, first, and most benevolent of powers ! In many a tortur'd stream, you mus'd along? Come froin eternal splendours, here on Earth, Yon wild retreat, where Superstition dreams, Against despotic pride, and rage, and lust, Could, Tully, you your Tusculum believe? To shield mankind ; to raise them to assert And could you deem yon naked hills, that form, The native rights and honour of their race: Fam'd in old song, the ship forsaken bay,
Teach me, thy lowest subject, but in zeal Your Forinian shore? Once the delight of Earth, Yielding to none, the progress of thy reign, Where Art and Nature, erer smiling, join'd. And with a strain from thee enrich the Muse. On the gay land to lavish all their stores,
279 As thee alone she serves, her patron, thou, How chang'd, how vacant, Virgil, wide around, And great inspirer be! then will she joy, 350 Would now your Naples seem ? Disaster'd less Through narrow life her lot, and private shade By black Vesuvius thundering o'er the coast, And when her venal voice she barters vile, Ilis inidnight earthquakes, and his mining fires, Or to thy open or thy secret foes, Than by despotic rage: that inward gnans, May ne'er those sacred raptures touch her more, A native foe : a foreign, tears without.
By slavish hearts unfelt ! and may her song First from your flatter'd Cæsars this began: Smk in oblivion with the nameless crew ! Till, doom'd to tyrants an eternal prey,
Vermin of state ! to thy o'erflowing light Thin-peopled spreads, at last, the syren plain, That owe their being, yet betray thy cause." That the dire soul of Hannibal disarin'd;
Then, condescending kind, the heavenly power And wrapt in weeds the shore of Venus lies. 29J Return'-" What here, suggested by the scene, There Baïæ sees no more the joyous throng; I slight unfold, record and sing at home, 361 Her bank all beaming with the pride of Rome; In that best isle, where (so we spirits move) No generous vines now bask along the hills, With one quick effort of my will I am. Where sport the breezes of the 'Tyrrhenc main : There Truth, unlicens'd, walks; and dares accost With baths and temples mix'd, no viilas rise; Evin kings themselves, the monarchs of the free! Nor, art sustain'd amid reluctant waves,
Fix'd on my rock, there, an indulgent race