ject, 70 Precise in style, and cautious to select; fuse 80 And we and ours, alas! are due to fate, 91 And works and words but dwindle to a date. Though as a monarch nods, and commerce calls, Impetuous rivers stagnate in canals; Though swamps subdued, and marshes drain'd, sustain The heavy ploughshare and the yellow grain, And rising ports along the busy shore Protect the vessel from old Ocean's roar, All, all must perish; but, surviving last, The love of letters half preserves the past. True, some decay, yet not a few revive; 101 Though those shall sink, which now appear to thrive, As custom arbitrates, whose shifting sway Our life and language must alike obey. The immortal wars which gods and angels wage, Are they not shown in Milton's sacred page? His strain will teach what numbers best belong To themes celestial told in epic song. He sinks to Southey's level in a trice, Still to the midst of things' he hastens on, Though woman weep, and hardest hearts are stirr'd, When what is done is rather seen than heard, Yet many deeds preserved in history's page And horror thus subsides to sympathy. 270 280 A halter'd heroine Johnson sought to slay We saved Irene, but half damn'd the play, And (Heaven be praised!) our tolerating times |