feather-cinctured chiefs, and dusky loves.
Her track, whereer the Goddess roves,
Glory pursue and generous
Th unconquerable Mind, and Freedoms holy flame.
Woods, that wave oer Delphis steep,
Isles, that crown th Ægean deep,
Fields, that cool Ilissus
Or where Mæanders amber waves
In lingering labrinths creep,
How do your tuneful echoes languish,
but to the voice of anguish?
Where each old poetic mountain
Inspiration breathed around:
and hallowd fountain
Murmurd deep a solemn sound:
Till the sad Nine, in Greeces evil hour,
Parnassus 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 spirit lost,
They sought, O Albion! next thy sea-encircled coast.
Far from the sun and summer gale,
In thy green lap was Natures darling laid,
where lucid Avon strayd,
To Him the mighty mother did unveil
Her awful face: the dauntless child
forth his little arms, and smiled.
This pencil take (she said), whose colours clear
Richly paint the vernal
Thine too these golden keys, immortal boy!
This can unlock the gates of joy;
Of horror that, and
Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.
Nor second he, that rode sublime
Upon the seraph-wings of Ecstasy,
The secrets of th abyss
He passd the flaming bounds of place and time:
The living Throne, the sapphire-blaze,
Angels tremble while they gaze,
He saw; but blasted with excess of light,
Closed his eyes in endless night.
where Drydens less presumptuous car,
Wide oer the fields of glory bear
Two coursers of ethereal race,
necks in thunder clothed, and long-resounding pace.
Hark, his hands the lyre explore!
Bright-eyed Fancy hovering oer
Scatters from her pictured
Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
But ah! tis heard no more
O Lyre divine! what daring
Wakes thee now? Tho he inherit
Nor the pride, nor ample pinion,
That the Theban eagle bear
with supreme dominion
Thro the azure deep of air:
Yet oft before his infant eyes would run
Such forms as
glitter in the Muses ray,
With orient hues, unborrowd of the Sun:
Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant
Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate,
Beneath the Good how farbut far above the Great.
TWAS on a lofty vases side,
Where Chinas gayest art had dyed
The azure flowers that blow;
of the tabby kind,
The pensive Selima reclined,
Gazed on the lake below.
Her conscious tail her joy declared;
The fair round face, the snowy beard,
The velvet of her
Her coat, that with the tortoise vies,
Her ears of jet, and emerald eyes,
She saw; and purrd applause.
had she gazed; but midst the tide
Two angel forms were seen to glide,
The Genii of the stream:
armours Tyrian hue
Thro richest purple to the view
Betrayd a golden gleam.
The hapless Nymph with
A whisker first and then a claw,
With many an ardent wish,
She stretchd in vain to reach the
What female heart can gold despise?
What Cats averse to fish?
Presumptuous Maid! with looks
Again she stretchd, again she bent,
Nor knew the gulf between.
(Malignant Fate sat by, and smiled.)
slippry verge her feet beguiled,
She tumbled headlong in.
Eight times emerging from the flood
She mewd to evry watry god,
Some speedy aid to send.
Dolphin came, no Nereid stirrd:
Nor cruel Tom, nor Susan heard.
A Favrite has no friend!
From hence, ye Beauties undeceived,
Know, one false step is neer retrieved,
And be with
Not all that tempts your wandring eyes
And heedless hearts, is lawful prize;
Nor all that glisters,