Puslapio vaizdai

“ Hither affemble. Pleas'd with honours due,
" SABRINA, guardian of the crystal flood,
“ Shall bless our cares, when the by moonlight clear
“Skims o'er the dales, and eyes our sleeping folds :
• Or in hoar caves, around Plynlymmon's brow,
" Where precious minerals dare their purple gleams,

Among her sisters she reclines; the lov'd Vaga *, profuse of graces, Ryddol * rough, “ Blithe Ystwith *, and Clevedoc * swift of foot; “ And mingles various seeds of flow'rs, and herbs, “ In the divided torrents, ere they burst Thro' the dark clouds, and down the mountain roll. “ Nor taint-worm fhall infect the yeaning herds, "Nor penny-grass, nor spearwort's pois' nous leaf.”

He said : with light fantastic toe, the nymphs
Thither assembled, thither ev'ry swain ;
And o'er their dimpled stream a thousand fiow'rs,
Pale lilies, roses, violets, and pinks,
Mix'd with the greens of burnet, mint, and thyme,
And trefoil, sprinkled with their sportive arins.

Such custom holds along th' irriguous vales,
From Wreakin's brow to rocky Dolvoryn t,
Sabrina's early haunt, ere yet she fed
The search of Guendolen, her stepdame proud,
With envious hate enrag'd. The jolly chear,
Spread on a mofly bank, untouch'd abides,
Till cease the rites: and now the mossy bank
Is gayly circld, and the jolly chear
Dispers'd in copious measure ; early fruits,
And those of frugal store, in hulk or rind;
Steep'd grain, and curdled milk with dulcet cream
Soft temper'd, in full merriment they quaff,
And caff about their gibes; and some apace
Whistle to roundelays: their little ones
Look on delighted : while the mountain-woods,
And winding vallies, with the various notes
Of pipe, sheep, kine, and birds, and liquid brooks,
Unite their echoes: near at hand the wide
Majestic wave of Severn slowly rolls
Along the deep-divided glebe : the flood,

Vaga, Ryddol, Yftwith, and Clevedoc, rivers, the springs of which rise in the sides of Plynlymmon.

† Dolvoryn, a ruidoas calle in Montgomeryshire, on the banks of the Severna




And trading bark with low contracted fail,
Linger among the reeds and copfy banks
To listen ; and to view the joyous scene.

[AKENSI DE.] ROM Heav'n my strains begin; from Heav'n

descends The flame of genius to the human breast, And love and beauty, and poetic joy, And inspiration. Ere the radiant run Sprang from the east, or 'mid the vault of night, The moon suspended her serener lamp ; Ere mountains, woods, or streams adorn'd the globe, Or wisdom taught thé fons of men her lore; Then liv'd th' almighty Ore: then deep retir'd In his unfathom'd effence, view'd the forms, The forms eternal of created things; The radiant fun, the moon's nocturnal Jamp, The mountains, woods and streams, the rolling globe, And wisdom's mien cæleftial. From the first Of days, on them his love divine he fix’d, His admiration : till in time compleat, What he admir'd and lov'd, his vital smile Unfolded into being. Hence the breath Of life informing each organic frame, Hence the green earth, and wild resounding waves ; Hence light and shade alternate ; warmth and cold ; And clear autumnal skies and vernal fhow'rs, And all the fair variety of things. But not alike to every


Is this great scene unveil'd. For fince the claims
Of social life, to diff'rent labours urge
The active pow'rs of man; with wile intent
The hand of nature on peculiar minds
Imprints a diff'rent byals, and to each
Decrees its province in the common toil.
To some the taught the fabric of the sphere,
The changeful moon, the circuit of the stars,
The golden zones of heav'n : to some she gave
To weigh the moment of eternal things,
Of time, and space, and fate's unbroken chain,
And will's quick impulse: others by the hand
She led o'er vales and mountains, to explore



What healing virtue swells the tender veins
Of herbs and flow'rs; or what the beams of morn
Draw forth, diftilling from the clifted rind
In balmy tears. But fome, to higher hopes
Were destin'd; some within a finer mould
She wrought, and temper'd with a purer flame.
To these the fire omnipotent unfolds
The world's harmonious volume, there to read
The transcript of himself. On every part
They trace the bright impressions of his hand :
In earth or air, the meadow's purple stores,
The moon's mild radiance, or the virgin's form
Blooming with rosy smiles, they fee portray'd
That uncreated beauty, which delights
The mind supreme. They also feel her charms,
Enamour'd; they partake th' eternal joy.

For as old Memnon's image, long renown'd
By fabling Nilus, to the quiv'ring touch
Of Titan's ray, with each repulsive string
Consenting, founded thro' the warbling air
Unbidden strains; even so did nature's hand
To certain species of eternal things,
Attune the finer organs of the mind :
So the glad impulse of congenial pow'rs,
Or of sweet found, or fair proportion'd form,
The grace of motion, or the bloom of light,
Thrills thro' imagination's tender frame,
From nerve to nerve : all naked and alive
They catch the spreading rays :Still now the soul
'At length discloses every tuneful spring,
To that harmonious movement from without
Refpopfive. Then the inexpressive strain
Diffuses its enchantment: fancy dreams
Of sacred fountains and Elysian groves,
And vales of blifs : the intellectual pow'r
Bends from his awful throne a wond'ring ear,
And smiles; the passions gently sooth'd away,
Sink to divine repose, and love and joy
Alone are waking; love and joy, ferene
As dirs that fan the summer. O! attend,
Whoe'er thou art, whom these delights can touch,
Whose candid bosom the refining love
Of nature warms, Oh ! listen to my song;
And I will guide thee to her fay'rite walks,


And teach thy solitude her voice to hear,
And point her loveliest features to thy view.

Know then, what'er of nature's pregnant stores,
Whate'er of mimic art's reflected forms
With love and admiration thus infiame
The pow'rs of fancy, her delighted fons
To three illustrious orders have referr’d;
Three fister-graces, whom the painter's hand,
The poet's tongue confesses; the sublime,
The wonderful, the fair. I see them dawn!
I see the radiant visions, where they rise,
More lovely than when Lucifer displays
His beaming forehead thro? the gates of morn,
To lead the train of Phoebus and the spring.




AY, what is taste, but the internal pow'rs
To each fine impulfe? a discerning sense
Of decent and sublime, with quick disgust
From things deform’d, or disarrang’dy or grofs
In species? This nor gems, nor stores of gold,
Nor purple state, nor culture can bestow;
But God alone, when first his active hand.
Imprints the sacred bias of the foul.
He, mighty Parent! wise and just in all,
Free as the vital breeze or light of heav'n,
Reveals the charms of nature. Alk the swain:
Who journeys homeward from a summer-day's
Long labour, why, forgetful of his toils
And due repose, he loiters to behold
The sunshine gleaming as thro' amber clouds,
O'er all the western sky; full soon, I ween,
His rude expression and untutor’d'airs,
Beyond the pow'r of language, will unfold
The form of beauty smiling at his heart,
How lovely! how commanding ! But tho' heav'n
In ev'ry breast hath sown these early seeds
Of love and admiration, yet in vain
Without fair culture's kind parental aid,
Without enlivening suns, and genial pow'rsa.
And shelter from the blast, in vain we hope

H 5


The tender plant should rear its blooming head,
Or yield the harvest promis'd in its spring.
Nor yet will every foil with equal stores
Repay the tiller's labour; or attend
His will, obsequious, whether to produce
The olive or the laurel.. Diff'rent minds
Incline to diff'rent objects; one pursues
The vast alone, the wonderful, the wild ;
Another fighs for harmony, and grace,
And gentlest beauty. Hence when light'ning fires
The arch of heav'n, and thunders rock the ground;
When furious whirlwinds rend the howling air,
And ocean, groaning from his lowest bed,
Heaves his tempestuous billows to the sky;
Amid the mighty uproar, while below
The nations tremble, Shakespear looks abroad
From fome high cliff, fuperior, and enjoys
The elemental war. But Waller longs,
All on the margin of some flow'ry stream,
To spread his careless limbs amid the cool
Of plantain shades, and to the list’ning deer,
The tale of flighted vows and love's disdain
Resounds soft warbling all the live-long day :
Consenting Zephyr fighs; the weeping rill
Joins in his plaint, melodious; mute the groves ;
And hill and dale with all their echoes mourn.
Such and so various are the tastes of men.



Blest of heav'n, whom not the languid songs

Of fordid wealth, nor all the gaudy spoils
Of pageant honour, can feduce to leave

ever-blooming sweets, which from the store
Of nature fair imagination culls
To charm th' enliven'd soul! What tho' not all
Of mortal offspring can attain the height
Of envied life; tho only few possess
Patrician treasures or imperial state ;
Yet nature's care, to all her children just,
With richer treasures and an ampler ftate
Indows at large whatever happy man

« AnkstesnisTęsti »