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With terror shake, and pity move,

Give me, beneath a colder, changeful sky,
Rouse with revenge, or melt with love; My soul's best, only pleasure, Liberty!
O deign t'attend his evening walk,

What millions perish'd near thy mournful flood,* With him in groves and grottoes talk; When the red papal tyrant cried out—"Blood !" Teach him to scorn with frigid art

Less fierce the Saracen, and quiver'd Moor, Feebly to touch th' unraptur'd heart;

That dash'd thy infants 'gainst the stones of yore. Like lightning, let his mighty verse

Be warn'd, ye nations round; and trembling see The bosom's inmost foldings pierce;

Dire superstition quench humanity! With native beauties win applause

By all the chiefs in freedom's baules lost, Beyond cold critics' studied laws;

By wise and virtuous Alfred's awful ghost; O let each Muse's fame increase,

By old Galgacus' scythed, iron car,
O bid Brittania rival Greece !

That, swiftly whirling through the walks of war,
Dash'd Roman blood, and crush'd the foreign

throngs;

By holy Druids' courage-breathing songs;
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By fierce Bonduca's shield and foaming steeds; WRITTEN AT MONTAUBAN IN FRANCE, 1750.

By the bold Peers that met on Thames's meads; Tarn, how delightful wind thy willow'd waves.

By the fifth Henry's helm and lightning spear; But ah! they fructify a land of slaves !

Jo Liberty, my warm petition hear; In vain thy bare-foot, sun-burnt peasants hide

Be Albion still thy joy! with her remain, With luscious grapes yon hill's romantic side;

Long as the surge shall lash her oak-crown'd plain No cups nectareous shall their toil repay, The priest's, the soldier's, and the fermier's prey : * Alluding to the persecutions of the Protestants, and Vain glows this Sun, in cloudless glory drest, the wars of the Saracens, carried on in the southern prov. That strikes fresh vigor through the pining breast; linces of France.

THOMAS WARTON.

Thomas Warton, younger brother of the pre-(lamented the death of George II., in some lines adceding, a distingushed poet, and an historian of dressed to Mr. Pitt, he continued the courtly strain poetry, was born at Basingstoke in 1728. He was in poems on the marriage of George III., and on the educated under his father till 1743, when he was birth of the Prince of Wales, both printed in the admitted a commoner of Trinity College, Oxford. University collection. In 1770 he gave an edition, Here he exercised his poetical talent to so much ad- in two volumes 4to., of the Greek poet Theocritus, vantage, that, on the appearance of Mason's Elegy which gave him celebrity in other countries besides of Isis, which severely reflected on the disloyalty his own. At what time he first employed himself of Oxford at that period, he was encouraged by Dr. with the History of English Poetry, we are not inHuddesford, President of his College, to vindicate formed; but in 1774 he had so far proceeded in the the cause of his University. This task he performed work as to publish the first volume in 4to. He afterwith great applause, by writing, in his twenty-first wards printed a second in 1778, and a third in 1781; year, " The Triumph of Isis," a piece of much but his labor now became tiresome to himself, and spirit and fancy, in which he retaliated upon the the great compass which he had allotted to his plan bard of Cam, by satirizing the courtly venality then was so irksome, that an unfinished fourth volume supposed to distinguish the rival University. His was all that he added to it. “ Progress of Discontent," published in 1750, ex- The place of Camden professor of history, vacant hibited to great advantage his powers in the familiar by the resignation of Sir William Scott, was the style, and his talent for humor, with a knowledge close of his professional exertions; but soon after of human life, extraordinary at his early age, espe- another engagement required his attention. By cially if composed, as it is said, for a college exer- His Majesty's express desire, the post of poei. cise in 1746. In 1750 he took the degree of M. A., laureate was offered to him, and accepted, and he and in the following year became a fellow of his determined to use his best endeavors for rendering College.

it respectable. Varying the monotony of anniverHis spirited satire, entitled “Newmarket," and sary court compliment by topics better adapted to pointed against the ruinous passion for the turf; his poetical description, he improved the style of the “ Ode for Music;" and his “ Verses on the Death laureate odes, though his lyric strains underwent of the Prince of Wales," were written about this some ridicule on that account. sime; and, in 1753, he was the editor of a small His concluding publication was an edition of the collection of poems, under the title of “ The juvenile poems of Milton, of which the first volume Union," which was printed at Edinburgh, and con- made its appearance in 1785, and the second in tained several of his own performances. In 1754 1790, a short time before his death. His constituhe made himself known by Observations on tion now began to give way. In his sixty-second Spenser's Faery Queen, in one volume, afterwards year an attack of the gout shattered his frame, and enlarged to two; a work well received by the pub- was succeeded in May, 1790, by a paralytic seizure, lic, and which made a considerable addition to his which carried him off, at his lodgings in Oxford. literary reputation. So high was his character in His remains were interred, with every academical the University, that in 1757 he was elected to the honor, in the chapel of Trinity College. office of its poetry-professor, which he held for the The pieces of Thomas Warton are very various usual period of ten years, and rendered respectable in subject, and none of them long, whence he must by the erudition and taste displayed in his lectures. only rank among the minor poets; but scarcely one

It does not appear necessary in this place to par- of that tribe has noted with finer observation the ticularize all the prose compositions which, whether minute circumstances in rural nature that afford grave or humorous, fell at this time from his pen; pleasure in description, or has derived from the but it may be mentioned that verse continued occa- regions of fiction more animated and picturesque sionally to occupy his thoughts and that having scenery.

ODE TO THE FIRST OF APRIL.

With dalliance rude young Zephyr wooes
Coy May. Full oft with kind excuse
The boisterous boy the fair denies,
Or with a scornful smile complies.

Mindful of disaster past,
And shrinking at the northern blast,
The sleety storm returning still,
The morning hoar, and evening chill;
Reluctant comes the timid Spring.
Scarce a bee, with airy ring,
Murmurs the blossom'd boughs around,
That clothe the garden's southern bound :
Scarce a sickly straggling flower,
Decks the rough castle's rifted tower:
Scarce the hardy primrose peeps
From the dark dell's entangled steeps;
O'er the fields of waving broom
Slowly shoots the golden bloom :
And, but by fits, the furze-clad dale
Tinctures the transitory gale.
While from the shrubbery's naked maze,
Where the vegetable blaze
Of Flora's brightest 'broidery shone,
Every chequer'd charm is flown;
Save that the lilac hangs to view
Its bursting gems in clusters blue.

Scant along the ridgy land
The beans their new-born ranks expand :
The fresh-turn'd soil with tender blades
Thinly the sprouting barley shades :
Fringing the forest's devious edge,
Half-rob'd appears the hawthorn hedge;
Or to the distant eye displays
Weakly green its budding sprays.

The swallow, for a moment seen,
Skims in haste the village green;
From the grey moor, on feeble wing,
The screar..ing plovers idly spring :
The butterfly, gay-painted soon,
Explores awhile the tepid noon :
And fondly trusts its tender dyes
To fickle suns, and flattering skies.

Fraught with a transient, frozen shower,
If a cloud should haply lower,
Sailing o'er the landscape dark,
Mute on a sudden is the lark;
But when gleams the Sun again
O'er the pearl-besprinkled plain,
And from behind his watery veil
Looks through the thin descending hail;
She mounts, and, lessening to the sight,
Salutes the blithe return of light,
And high her tuneful track pursues
'Mid the dim rainbow's scatter'd hues.

Where in venerable rows
Widely-waving oaks inclose
The moat of yonder antique hall,
Swarm the rooks with clamorous call;
And to the toils of nature true,
Wreath their capacious nests anew.

Musing through the lawny park,
The lonely poet loves to mark
How various greens in faint degrees

Tinge the tall groups of various trees;
While, careless of the changing year,
The pine cerulean, never sere,

Towers distinguish'd from the rest,
And proudly vaunts her winter vest.

Within some whispering osier isle,
Where Glym's* low banks neglected smile ;
And each trim meadow still retains
The wintry torrent's oozy stains :
Beneath a willow, long forsook,
The fisher seeks his custom'd nook ;
And bursting through the crackling sedge,
That crowns the current's cavernd edge,
He startles from the bordering wood
The bashful wild-duck's early brood.

O'er the broad downs, a novel race,
Frisk the lambs with faltering pace,
And with eager bleatings fill
The foss that skirts the beacon'd hill.

His free-born vigor yet unbroke
To lordly man's usurping yoke,
The bounding colt forgets to play,
Basking beneath the noontide ray,
And stretch'd among the daisies pied
Of a green dingle's sloping side :
While far beneath, .where Nature spreads
Her boundless length of level meads,
In loose luxuriance taught to stray,
A thousand tumbling rills inlay
With silver veins the vale, or pass
Redundant through the sparkling grass.

Yet, in these presages rude,
'Midst her pensive solitude,
Fancy, with prophetic glance,
Sees the teeming months advance;
The field, the forest, green and gay,
The dappled slope, the tedded hay;
Sees the reddening orchard blow,
The harvest wave, the vintage flow;
Sees June unfold his glossy robe
of thousand hues o'er all the globe ;
Sees Ceres grasp her crown of corn,
And plenty load her ample horn.

ODE.

THE CRUSADE. Bound for holy Palestine, Nimbly we brush'd the level brine, All in azure steel array'd ; O'er the wave our weapons play'd, And made the dancing billows glow; High upon the trophied prow, Many a warrior-minstrel swung His sounding harp, and boldly sung :

“Syrian virgins, wail and weep, English Richard plows the deep! Tremble, watchmen, as ye spy From distant towers, with anxious eye,

* The Glym is a small river in Oxfordshire, flowing through Warton's parish of Kiddington, or Cuddington, and dividing it into upper and lower town. It is de. scribed by bimself in his account of Cuddington, as a deep but narrow stream, winding through willowed meadows and abounding in trouts, pikes, and wild-fowl. It gives name to the village of Glymton, which adjoins to Kid. dington.

THE

The radiant range of shield and lance

We bid the spectre-shapes avaunt, Down Damascus' hills advance :

Ashtaroth, and Termagaunt! From Sion's turrets as afar

With many a demon, pale of hue, Ye ken the march of Europe's war!

Doom'd to drink the bitter dew, Saladin, thou paynim king,

That drops from Macon's sooty tree, From Albion's isle revenge we bring !

'Mid the dread grove of ebony. On Acon's spiry citadel,

Nor magic charms, nor fiends of Hell, Though to the gale thy banners swell,

The Christian's holy courage quell. Pictur'd with the silver Moon ;

Salem, in ancient majesty England shall end thy glory soon!

Arise, and lift thee to the sky! In vain, to break our firm array,

Soon on thy battlements divine Thy brazen drums hoarse discord bray:

Shall wave the badge of Constantine. Those sounds our rising fury fan :

Ye barons, to the Sun unfold English Richard in the van,

Our cross with crimson wove and gold !"
On to victory we go,
A vaunting infidel the foe."

Blondel led the tuneful band,
And swept the wire with glowing hand.
Cyprus, from her rocky mound,
And Crete, with piny verdure crown'd,
Far along the smiling main

PROGRESS OF DISCONTENT.
Echoed ihe prophetic strain.

WHEN now mature in classic knowledge, Soon we kiss'd the sacred earth

The joyful youth is sent to College, That gave a murder'd Savior birth;

His father comes, a vicar plain, Then with ardor fresh endu'd,

At Oxford bred-in Anna's reign, Thus the solemn song renew'd. “Lo, the toilsome voyage past,

And thus, in form of humble suitor, Heaven's favor'd hills appear at last!

Bowing accosts a reverend tutor : Object of our holy vow,

“Sir, I'm a Glo'stershire divine, We tread the Tyrian valleys now.

And this my eldest son of nine; From Carmel's almond-shaded steep

My wife's ambition and my own We feel the cheering fragrance creep:

Was that this child should wear a gown :

I'll warrant that his good behavior
O'er Engaddi's shrubs of balm

Will justify your future favor;
Waves the date-empurpled palm :
See Lebanon's aspiring head

And, for his parts, to tell the truth,
Wide his immortal umbrage spread !

My son 's a very forward youth ; Hail, Calvary, thou mountain hoar,

Has Horace all by heart-you'd wonderWet with our Redeemer's gore !

And mouths out Homer's Greek like thunder Ye trampled tombs, ye fanes forlorn,

If you'd examine—and admit him, Ye stones, by tears of pilgrims worn;

A scholarship would nicely fit him ; Your ravish'd honors to restore,

That he succeeds 'tis ten to one ; Fearless we climb this hostile shore !

Your vote and interest, sir!"_'Tis done. And thou, the sepulchre of God;

Our pupil's hopes, though twice defeated, By mocking Pagans rudely trod,

Are with a scholarship completed : Bereft of every awful rite,

A scholarship but half maintains, And quench'd thy lamps that beam'd so bright;

And college-rules are heavy chains : For thee, from Britain's distant coast,

In garret dark he smokes and puns, Lo, Richard leads his faithful host!

A prey to discipline and duns ;

And now, intent on new designs.
Aloft in his heroic hand,
Blazing like the beacon's brand,

Sighs for a fellowship—and fines.
O'er the far-affrighted fields,

When nine full tedious winters past, Resistless Kaliburn* he wields.

That utmost wish is crown'd at last : Proud Saracen, pollute no more

But the rich prize no sooner got, The shrines by martyrs built of yore!

Again he quarrels with his lot :

“These fellowships are pretty things, From each wild mountain's trackless crown In vain thy gloomy castles frown:

We live indeed like petty kings : Thy battering engines, huge and high,

But who can bear to waste his whole age In vain our steel-clad steeds defy;

Amid the dullness of a college, And, rolling in terrific state,

Debarr'd the common joys of life, On giant-wheels harsh thunders grate.

And that prime bliss-a loving wife! When eve has hush'd the buzzing camp,

0! what's a table richly spread, Amid the moonlight vapors damp,

Without a woman at its head ?
Thy necromantic forms, in vain,
Haunt us on the tented plain :

† Ashtaroth is mentioned by Milton as a general name

of the Syrian deities: Par. Lost, i. 422. And Termagaunt * Kaliburn is the sword of king Arthur; which, as the is the name given in the old romance to the god of the monkish historians say, came into the possession of Rich-Saracens. See Percy's Relics, vol. i. p. 74. ard I., and was given by that monarch, in the Crusades, I The scholars of Trinity are superannuated, if they to Tancred king of Sicily, as a royal present of inestima. do not succeed to fellowships in nine years after their ble value, about the year 1190.

election to scholarships.

“Why did I sell my college life,"
He cries, “ for benefice and wise ?
Return, ye days, when endless pleasure
I found in reading, or in leisure !
When calm around the common room
I puff'd my daily pipe's perfume!
Rode for a stomach, and inspected,
At annual bottlings, corks selected :
And din'd untax'd, untroubled, under
The portrait of our pious founder!
When impositions were supplied
To light my pipe-or soothe my pride-
No cares were then for forward peas,
A yearly-longing wife to please;
My thoughts no christ'ning dinners crost,
No children cried for butter'd toast;
And ev'ry night I went to bed,
Without a modus iu my head!"

Oh! trifling head, and fickle heart!
Chagrin'd at whatsoe'er thou art;
A dupe to follies yet untried,
And sick of pleasures, scarce enjoy'd !
Each prize possess'd, thy transport ceases,
And in pursuit alone it pleases.

INSCRIPTION IN A HERMITAGE,

AT ANSLEY HALL, IN WARWICKSHIRE.

Would some snug benefice but fall,
Ye feasts, ye dinners! farewell all!
To offices I'd bid adieu,
Of dean, vice pres.-of bursar too ;
Come joys, that rural quiet yields,
Come, tythes, and house, and fruitful fields!"

Too fond of freedom and of ease
A patron's vanity to please,
Long-time he watches, and by stealth,
Each frail incumbent's doubtful health;
At length, and in his fortieth year,
A living drops--two hundred clear!
With breast elate beyond expression,
He hurries down to take possession,
With rapture views the sweet retreat-
" What a convenient house! how neat!
For fuel here's sufficient wood :
Pray God the cellars may be good!
The garden--that must be new-plann'd-
Shall these old-fashion'd yew-trees stand ?
O'er yonder vacant plot shall rise
The flow'ry shrub of thousand dyes :-
Yon wall, that feels the southern ray,
Shall blush with ruddy fruitage gay:
While thick beneath its aspect warm
D'er well-rang'd hives the bees shall swarm,
From which, ere long, of golden gleam
Metheglin's luscious juice shall stream:
This awkward hut, o'ergrown with ivy,,
We'll alter to a modern privy:
Up yon green slope, of hazels trim,
An avenue so cool and dim
Shall to an arbor at the end,
In spite of gout, entice a friend.
My predecessor lov'd devotion-
But of a garden had no notion."

Continuing this fantastic farce on,
He now commences country parson.
To make his character entire,
He weds—a cousin of the 'squire,
Not over-weighty in the purse;
But many doctors have done worse :
And though she boasts no charms divine,
Yet she can carve and make birch-wine.

Thus fixt, content he taps his barrel,
Exhorts his neighbors not to quarrel ;
Finds his church-wardens have discerning
Both in good liquor and good learning;
With tythes his barns replete he sees,
And chuckles o'er his surplice fees ;
Studies to find out latent dues,
And regulates the state of pews;
Rides a sleek mare with purple housing,
To share the monthly club's carousing;
Of Oxford pranks facetions tells,
And-but on Sundays-hears no bells ;
Sends presents of his choicest fruit,
And prunes himself each sapless shoot;
Plants cauliflowers, and boasts to rear
The earliest melons of the year;
Thinks alteration charming work is,
Keeps Bantam cocks, and feeds his turkeys;
Builds in his copse a fav’rite bench,
And stores the pond with card and tench.

But ah! too soon his thoughtless breast
By cares domestic is opprest;
And a third butcher's bill, and brewing,
Threaten inevitable ruin :
For children fresh expenses yet,
And Dicky now for school is fit.

BENEATH this stony roof reclin'd,
I soothe to peace my pensive mind ;
And while, to shade my lowly cave
Embowering elms their umbrage wave;
And while the maple dish is mine,
The beechen cup, unstain'd with wine ;
I scorn the gay licentious crowd,
Nor heed the toys that deck the proud.

Within my limits lone and still,
The blackbird pipes in artless trill;
Fast by my couch, congenial guest,
The wren has wove her mossy nest;
From busy scenes, and brighter skies,
To lurk with innocence, she flies :
Here hopes in safe repose to dwell,
Nor aught suspects the sylvan cell.

At morn I take my custom'd round,
To mark how buds yon shrubby mound,
And every opening primrose count,
That trimly paints my blooming mount:
Or o'er the sculptures, quaint and rude,
That grace my gloomy solitude,
I teach in winding wreaths to stray
Fantastic ivy's gadding spray.

At eve, within yon studious nook,
I ope my brass-embossed book,
Portray'd with many a holy deed
Of martyrs, crown'd with heavenly meed ·
Then as my taper waxes dim,
Chant, ere I sleep, my measur'd hymn;
And at the close, the gleams behold
of parting wings bedropt with gold.
While such pure joys my bliss create,
Who but would smile at guilty slate ?

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