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And, like a scatter'd seed at random sown,
Was left to spring by vigour of his own.
Lifted at length, by dignity of thought
And dint of genius, to an affluent lot,
He laid his head in Luxury's soft lap,
And took, too often, there his easy nap.
If brighter beams than all he threw not forth,
'Twas negligence in him, not want of worth.
Surly, and slovenly, and bold, and coarse,
Too proud for art, and trusting in mere force,
Spendthrift alike of money and of wit,
Always at speed, and never drawing bit,
He struck the lyre in such a careless mood,
And so disdain’d the rules he understood,
The laurel seem'd to wait on his command,
He snatch'd it rudely from the muses' hand.
Nature, exerting an unwearied pow'r,
Forms, opens, and gives scent to ev'ry flow'r;
Spreads the fresh verdure of the field, and leads
The dancing Naiads through the dewy meads:
She fills profuse ten thousand little throats
With music, modulating all their notes ;
And charms the woodland scenes, and wilds, un-
With artless airs and concerts of her own:
Da sedom (as if fearful of expense) Nachsafes to man a poet's just pretenceBeney, freedom, Auency of thought, tarony, strength, words exquisitely sought; hery, that from the bow, that spans the sky, bien colours, dipp'd in Heav'n, that never die; Sol exalted above Earth, a mind bail in the characters that form mankind; sh as the Sun in rising beauty dress'd, loks to the westward from the dappled east, dal marks, whatever clouds may interpose, le et his race begins, it's glorious close; da etje like his to catch the distant goal; Vegere the wheels of verse begin to roll,
like his to shed illuminating rays Uherry scene and subject it surveys: Hus grac'd, the man asserts a poet's name, dad the world cheerfully admits the claim. His Religion has so seldom found Asilful guide into poetic ground! The Bow's would spring where'er she deign'd to
'ry mouse attend her in her way. me indeed meets many a rhyming friend, . Add many a compliment politely penn'd;
But seldom (as if fearful of expense).
Vouchsafes to man a poet's just pretence-
Fervency, freedom, fluency of thought,
Harmony, strength, words exquisitely sought;
Fancy, that from the bow, that spans the sky,
Brings colours, dipp'd in Heav'n, that never die;
A soul exalted above Earth, a mind
Skill'd in the characters that form mankind;
And, as the Sun in rising beauty dress’d,
Looks to the westward from the dappled east,
And marks, whatever clouds may interpose,
Ere yet his race begins, it's glorious close;
An eye like his to catch the distant goal;
Or, ere the wheels of verse begin to roll,
Like his to shed illuminating rays
On ev'ry scene and subject it surveys:
Thus grac'd, the man asserts a poet's name,
And the world cheerfully admits the claim.
Pity Religion has so seldom found
A skilful guide into poetic ground!
The flow’rs would spring where'er she deign’d" to
And ev'ry muse attend her in her way.
· Virtue indeed meets many a rhyming friend,
And many a compliment politely penn'd;
But, unattir'd in that becoming vest
Religion weaves for her, and half undress'd,.
Stands in the desert, shiv'ring and forlorn,
A wintry figure, like a wither'd thorn. -
The shelves are full, all other themes are sped;
Hackney'd and worn to the last fimsy thread,
Satire has long since done his best; and curst
And loathsome Ribaldry has done his worst;
Fancy has sported all her pow’rs away
In tales, in trifles, and in children's play;
And 'tis the sad complaint, and almost true,
Whate'er we write, we bring forth nothing new.
"Twere new indeed to see a bard all fire,
Touch'd with a coal from Heav'n, assume the lyre,
And tell the world, still kindling as he sung,
With more than mortal music on his tongue,
That He, who died below, and reigns above,
Inspires the song, and that his name is Love.
For, after all, if merely to beguile,
By flowing numbers, and a flow'ry style,
The tædium that the lazy rich endure,
Which now and then sweet poetry may cure;
Or, if to see the name of idle self,
Stamp'd on the well-bound quarto, grace the shelf,
What a bubble on the breath of Fame, hept his endeavour and engage bis aim, Plaid to servile purposes of pride, sin are the pow'rs of genius misapplied! legit, whose office is the Giver's praise, itace kim in his word, his works, his ways! he spread the rich discov'ry, and invite bakind to share in the divine delight, sorted from it's use and just design, le make the pitiful possessor shine, s purchase, at the fool-frequented fair k manity, a wreath for self to wear, a profanation of the basest kind met of a trifing and a worthless mind. 1. Hail Sternhold, then; and Hopkins, hail!
hatry, folly, lust, employ the pen; Merimony, slander, and abuse, date it a charge to blacken and traduce; lunga Batler's wit, Pope's numbers, Prior's ease, Atball that fancy can invent to please, Som the polish'd periods as they fall, We madrigal of theirs is worth them all.
To float a bubble on the breath of Fame,
Prompt his endeavour and engage his aim,
Debas'd to servile purposes of pride,
How are the pow'rs of genius misapplied!
The gift, whose office is the Giver's praise,
To trace him in his word, his works, his ways!
Then spread the rich discov'ry, and invite
Mankind to share in the divine delight,
Distorted from its use and just design,
To make the pitiful possessor shine,
To purchase, at the fool-frequented fair
Of vanity, a wreath for self to wear,
Is profanation of the basest kind -
Proof of a trifling and a worthless mind.
A. Hail Sternhold, then; and Hopkins, hail! -
If Alatt'ry, folly, lust, employ the pen;
If acrimony, slander, and abuse,
Give it a charge to blacken and traduce;
Though Butler's wit, Pope's numbers, Prior's ease,
With all that fancy can invent to please,
Adorn the polish'd periods as they fall,
One madrigal of theirs is worth them all.
A. "Twould thin the ranks of the poetic tribe, To dash the pen through all that you proscribe.
B. No matter-we could shift when they were
__not; And should, no doubt, if they were all forgot.
1), muse, (if such a theme, so dark, so long, bay kind a muse to grace it with a song) by what unseen and unsuspected arts Le serpent Errour twines round human hearts; 14 obere she Turks, beneath what flow'ry shades, hat not a glimpse of genuine light pervades, Depois nous, black, insinuating worm
esfully conceals her loathsome form. le, if ye can, ye careless and supine, vaunsel and caution from a voice like mine! Anths, that the theorist could never reach, sad observation taught me, I would teach,