He faints, he finks, with mighty jnys oppress'd: Who know's thy Vl ss'd, thy with'd return ! O!!, Ulyffes clasps him to his eager breast. 405


465 (rey? Soon as returning life regains its seat,

To the chatte Queen, thall we the rews conAnd his breath lengthens, and his pulses beat; Yes, I believe (he cries) almighty Jove !

Dismiss that care, for to the royal Lride, Heaven rules us yet, and Gods there are above. Already is it hnowo (the king reply'd, 49 'Tis for the suitors for th:ir wrongs have paid-And itraight resum’d his scat) while round him But what shall guard us, if the town invade? 412 bows If, while the news through every city flies, Each faithiul youth, and breathes out arku All Ithaca and Cephalenia rise?

To this Ulyfres : As the Gods shall please 415 Then all !veneath their father take their place, Be all the rest; and set thy foul at ease.

Rank'd by their ages, ard the banquet grace. Hafte to the cottage by this orchard lide',

Now living fame the swiit report bad spread And take the banquet which our cares provide : Through all the city, of the suitors dead." There wait thy faithful band of rural friends, In throngs they rise, and to the palace crowd; And there the ġoung Telemachus attends. 420 Their fighs were mariy, and the tunult loud. Thus having said, they trac'd the garden o'cr, Weeping they bear the nangled heaps of Cain, And stooping enter'd at a lowly docr.

Iohume the natives in their native plain, The Twains and young Telemachus they found, The rest in thips are wafted o’er the main. 480 ) The victim portion'd, and the goblet crown'd. Thien sad in council all the seniors fate, The hoary king, his old Scicilian maid 425 Frequent and full, assembled to debute. Perfund and wath'd, and gorgeously array'd. Amid the circle first Eupithes rose, Pallas attending gives his frame to shine

Big was his eye with tears, bis heart with wors : With awful port, and majesty divine;

The bold Antinous was his age's pride, 495 His gazing for ailmires the godlike grace,

The firát who by Ulysses' arrow dy'd. And air celestial dawning o'er his face, 430 Down his wan cheek the trickling torrent ran, What God, he cry'd, my father's form improves? As, mixing words with fighs, be thus began : How high he treads, and how enlarg'd he moves! Great deeds, O friends! this wonderous miza

Oh! would to all the deathless Powers on high, has wrought, Pallas and Jove, and him who gilds the ky! And mighty bleflings to his country brought. 4yo (Reply'd the king elated with his praise) 435 With thips he parted and a numerous train, My ftrength were still, as once in better days: Those, and their thips, he bury'd in the main, When the bold Cephalens the leaguer form’d, Now he returns, and 1 rft efsays his land And proud Nericus trembled as I storin'd.

In the beat blood of all bis native land, Such were I now, not absent from your deed Hafte then, and ere to neighbouring Pyle be When the last sun beheld the suitors bleed, 440 ties,

4950 This arm bad aided yours ; this hand beltrown Or sacred Elis, to procure fupplies ; Our foors with death, and puth'd the slaughter Arise (or ye for ever fall) arise ! 0n;

Shame to this age, and all that Iball succeed! Nor had the fire been separate from the son. If umreveng'd your fons and brothers bleed. They commun'd thus; while homeward bent Prove that we live, lsy vengeance on his head, 522 : their way

Cr fok at once forgotten with the dead. The swains, fatigu'd with labours of the day; 445 Here ceas'd be, but indignant tears let fall Dolius the Grft, the vencrable man;

Spoke when hc ceas'd: dumb forrow touch'? And next his sons, a long fucceeding train.

them ail. For due referion to the bower they came, When from the palace to the wondering throrg Call'l liy the careful old Sicilian dame, 449 Sage Mcclon came, and Phemies came along sa Who nurs'' the children, and now tends the fire; (ReftIcfs and early seep's soft bands they broke, They tee their lord, they gaze, and they adinire. And Medea for th’afiembled chiefs belpolt: On chairs and leds in order seated round,

Hear me, ye pecrs avd clders of the land, They are the gladsome board; the roofs re. Who decm this act the work of mortal band; found.

As o’or the beaps of death Ulysses (trode, gin While thus Ulyfes to his ancient friend: These eres, these eyes beheld a prefent God, Forbear your wonkr, and the feait attend ; 455 Who now before hiin, now beficie him food, “ The ritcs have waited long." The chici coni Fought as lie fought, and mark'd his

way mandis

Dood: Their loves in vain; old Dolius spreads his hands, In vain old Mentor's form thic God bcly'd; Springs to bis ma ter with a warm embrace, 'Twas Heaven that struck, ard Heaven was on h. And fartens kifes on his hands and face; 459


513 Theo thus broke out; Ch long, ob daily mourn’d! A sudden horror all th' assembly thook, Beyond our hopes, and 10 our wish, return'd! Wher, slowly rising, Halitheries spoke : Conducted fure by Heaven ! for Hearen alone ) (Reverend and wife, whole comprebenfve view Could work this wonder: welcome to thy cin! At once the prese at and the future knew) And joys and happines: attend thy throne ! Me too, ye fathers, hear! from you proceed 320

The ills ye mourn ; your own the guilty dced;

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Te gave your fons, your la wless sons, the rein The suffering hero felt liis patient breast (oft warn’d by Mortor and myself in vain). Swell with new joy, and thus his son addrefe'd : As absent hero's bed they fought to foil,

Behold, Telemachus ! (nor fear the light) Anabient hero's wealth they made their spoil: 525 The brave embattled; the grim front of fight! Immcderate riot, and intemperate lust!

The valiant with the valiant must contend : Th’ offence was great, the punishment was just. Shame not the line whence glorious you descend, Weigh theo my countels in an equal scale, Wide o'er the world their martial fame was Xor ruth to ruii-- Justice will prevail.

spread; His moderate words some buiter niadi per Regard thyself, the living, and the dead. fuade :

530 Thy eyes, great father! on this Lätile cast, 590 They part, and join him; but the number stay’d. Shall learn from me Ponelope was chalte. They ftorn, they shout, with hafty plarenzy fir'd, So fpoke Telemachus! the gallant boy And fecond all Eupithese rage inspird,

Good old Laertes heard with panting joy; (cries, They cate their limbs in brals; to arms they run ; And, Bless'd! thrice bless'd this happy day! 'he The broad effulgence blazas in the iun. 535 I he day that shows me, ere 1 clole my eyes, 595 Before the city, and in ample plain,

A son and grandson of th’ Arcelian name
They neet: Eupithes heads the frantic train. Strive for fair virtue, and conteft for same!
Fierce for his fon, he breathes his threats in air; Then thus Minerva in Laertes' car :
Tate hears them not, and Death attends him Son of Arcefius, reverend warrior, hear!

Jove and Jove's Daughter first in plore in prayer, This pais’d on carth, while in the realms Thun, whirling high, discharge thy lance in air, above

540 She said, infufirg courage with the word : CO2 Minerva thus to cloud-compelling Jove :

love and Jove's Daugbter then the chief implord, May I presume to Search thy secret foul?

And, whirling high, dismiss'd the lance in air, O Power supreme! O Ruler of the whole! Hull at Eupithes drove the deathful spear; Say, hast thou doom'l to this divided ftat: The brass-check' helmet opens to the wound; Or peaceful amity, or stern debate ? 545

Ile falls, earth thunders, and his arms resound, Declare thy purpose ; for thy will is Fate.

Before the father and the conquering ron 608 Is nos thy thought my own ? (the God replies Ileaps ruh on heaps ; they fight, they drop, they Who rolls the thunder o'er the vaulted 1kies) Now by the sworri, and now the javelin, fall (run, Hath not long fince thy kuowing foul decreed, The rebel race, and death had swallow'd all; The chief's retund Thould make the guilty But from on high the blue-eyd virgin cry'd; bloed?


Her aw'ul voice detain'd the headlong tide. 613 'Tis done, and at thy will the Fates fucceed. “ Forbear, ye nations! your mad hands forbear Yet hear the indie: Srce llyfies' hand

“ Fron mutual Laughter : Peace descends to Ilaz Nain the suitors, Heaven shall bless. the land. “ spare." None now the kindred of th unjust Mall own; Fear thook the rations : at the voice divine, Torgor the laughter'd brot?er, and the fon : 555 They drop their javelins, and their rage rclign: !'ach future day incre:fe ni wealth fhall bring, All scatter'd round their glittering weapons lie ; And o'er the past, Cblivion stretch her wing. Some fall to earth, and some confus’dly ily. 620 Long trall Ulyfies in his empire reil,

With dreadful shouts Ulysies pour'd along, Ilis people bleiling, by his people bless'. Swift as an eagle, as an eagle (trong. kiall be peace-He said, and gave the noi 560 But Jove's red arın the burning thunder aims; That binds the Fates; the sanction of the God: Before Minerva shot the livid fames : And, prompt to execute th' eternal will,

Blazing they fell, and at her feet expir'd: Discondei Pallas from tko Olympian hill.

Then stopp'd the Goddess, treinbled, and retird. Now fat Uly Tes at the rural fea't,

Descended from the Gods! Ulyffes, ceafe; The rage of hunger and of thirst represi’d: $65 Offend not Jove : obey and give the peace. To watch the fre a truhy spy he font;

So Pallas spoke : the mandate from above A fog of Doļius on the rie!Tage went,

The king obey'd. The Virgin-feed of Jove, 630 8:00d in the way, and at a glance beheld

In Mentor's form, confirm’d the full accord, The foe approach, embattled on the field. “ And willing nations knew their lawful lord.” With backward step in lens to the bower, 570 And tells the news. Thcy arin witi ali tie ir

power. Four friends alone Ulynes' cause embrace, And fix were all the fons of Dolius' race;

RECOMMENDATORY POEMS. Old Dolius too his ruted arms put on; And, ftill more oli, in arms Laertes it one. 575

TO MR. POPE, Trembling with warmth, the hoary he roçs fiad,

HIS PASTORALS. And, brazen Panopły ir veits the bard. The opening gates ai once their wy display : N those more dull, as more censorious clays, Fierce they rush forth : Ulytics leads the way. That moment joins them with celestial aid, 580 A Muse fincere, that never Flattery linew, In Nicntor's form, the Jove-cleicended waid: Pays what to friendly and defert is dus,



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Young, yet judicious: in your verse are found, 5 A various spoil adorn'd our naked land,
Alt itrengthe::ing Nature, Sense improv'd by The Pride of Perha glitter'd on our strand,

And China's Earth was cast on common fand: Volike those Wits, whose numbers glide along Toss'd up and down the glofly fragments lay, 19 So fmcoth, no thought c'er interrupts the song : And dress'd the rocky thelves, and pav'd the Laboriously enervate they appear,

painted bay. And write not to the head, but to the ear :

Thy treasures next arxiv'd: and now we boat Our minds uomov’land unconcern'd they lull, A pobler cargo on our barren coast : Airi are at beít moit mufically dull :

From thy luxuriant Foreft we receive Eo purling tireams with cven murmurs creep, More la ting glorics than the Fatt can give. 15 Ard huri, the heavy hearers into feep.

Where'er we dip in thy delightful page, As tincothett ipeech is moft deceitful found, 15

What pompous scenes our busy thoughts engage! The smootheft numbers oft are empty sound.

The pompous

scenes in all their pride appear, But Wit ard Judgment join at once in you,

Fresh in the page, as in the grove they were : Sprightly as Youth, as Age confummate too : Nor half so true the fair Lodona Mows Your ttrains are regularly bold, and please The fylvan Itate that on her border grows, With unforc'd care, and unaffected ease,

While re the wond'ring shepherd entertains With proper thoughts, and lively images;

With a new Windsor in her watery plaips; Such as by Nature to the Ancients shown), The jufier lays the lucid wave surpals, Fancy improves, and judgment makes your own: The living scene is in the Muse's glass, 25 For gr. at med's fathions to be follow'd are, Nor tweeter notes the cchoing Forett chear, Although disgraceful 'tis their cloaths to wcar. 25 When Philomela fits and warbles there, Some, in a polith'd ftyle write Pastoral;

Than when you fug the greens and opening Arcadia speaks the language of the Mall.

glades, Like some fair Shepherdless, the Sylvan Muse And give us Harmony as well as Shades: Shoukl wear those flowers her native fields pro- A Titian's hand might draw the grove; but you 39 duce ;

Can paint the grove, and add the Music too. And the true measure of the Nepherd's wit 30

With vart variety :by pages 1. ine ; Should, like his garh, be for the Country fit :

A new creation starts in every line. Yet must bis pure and unaffected thought How sudde: trees rise to the reader's fight, More nic-ly than the common swain's be wrought; And make a doubtful scene of shade andligh:, 35 So, with becoming art, the Players dress And give at once the day, at once the night! In fills the shepherd, and the shepherders ; 35

And here again what sweet confusion reigos, Yct fill unchang'd the form and mode remain, In dreary deserts mix'd with painted plains ! Sbap't like the homely ruttet of the swain. And tee! the deserts cast a plealng gloom, Your rural Mule appears to justify

And shrubby heaths rejoice in purple bloom; 48 The long-lost graces of fimplicity :

Whilst fruitful crops rise by their barren fide, Sorural beaut es captivate our sense


And bearded groves display tbeir annual pride, With virgin charms, and pative excellence :

Happy the mall, who ftrings his tunefullyre Yet long her Mod:fty those charms conceald, Where woods, and brooks, and breathing felds Til by men's Envy io the world reveal’d;

inspire! For Wits icduftrious to thcir trouble feem, Thrice happy you ! and worthy best to dwell 45 Aed needs will envy what they must efteem. Amidst the rural joys you sing so well. Live, and enjoy their spite ! normourn that I in a cold, and in a barren clime, fate,

Cold as my thought, and barren as my rhyme, Which woulil, if Virgil liv’d, on Virgil wait ;

Here on the Weitern beach attempt to chime. Wboje Mufe did once, like thine, in plains de- o joyless flood ! O rough tempestuous main! 50 lint;

Border'd with weeds, and folitudes obscene! Thine ihall, li:e his, foon take a higher Hight: Snatch me, ye Gods! from these Adantic So larks, which firit from lowly fields arise, 50

shores, Mount by degrees, and reach at last the skies. And shelter me in Windsor's fragrant bowers ;

Or to iny much-lov'd Ifis' walk convey,
And on her flowery banks for ever lay. 35

Thence let me view the venerable scene,

The awful dome, the grove's eternal green,

Where sacred Hough long found his fam'd retreat,

And brought the Muses to the sylván feat; ON HIS WINDSOR-FOREST. Reforin'd the wits, unlock'd the Classic store, 60

And made that Musc which was noile before, TAL! facred Bard! a Mufe unknown before There with illuftrious Bards I spent my days,


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To our dark world thy Mining page is shown,
And Wisdor's guy retrcat becomes our own,
The Eastern pomp had juft beipoke our
And ludia pour d her gaudy treasures here :

Enjoy'd the blerings that his reign beftow'd,

Nor envy'd Windsor in the soft abode.
5 The golden minutes smoothly danc'd away,

And tuneful Bards beguild the tedioks day :




They fung, nor sung in vain, with numbers fir’d But let their pons, to yours, the heralds prove, That Maro taught, or Addison inspir'd

Who strive for you, as Gitice for Homer firove;
Ev'n I eslay'd to touch the trembling Itring: 70 Whilit he who belt your Poetry allerts,
Who could hear them, and not attempt to fing? Alerts bis own, by tympathy of parts.
Rouz'd from these dreams by thy commanding te Panegyric verse dire, noi inspire,

Who never well can praiic what I admire,
I rise and wander through the field or plain; Nor in those lofty trials dare appear,
Led by thy Mufe, from sport to sport I run, But gently drop this counsel in your ear:
Mark the stretch'd line, or hear the thundering Go on, to gain applauses by delert;

75 | Inform the head, wbilit you dirolve the heart : Ah! how I melt with pity, when I spy

Intame the soldier with harinonious rage,
On the cold earth the fluttering pheasant lie! Elate the young, and gravely warni the fage :
His gaudy robes in dazzling lines appear, Allure, with terder verle, the Female race; - 25
And every fcather thines and varies there. And give their carling pallion, courtly grace :

Nor can I pass the generous courser by; 80 Deicribe the Forest fill i rural firins,
But while the prancing iteed allures my eye, With verpal sweets freír.-breathing from the
He starts, he's gone! and now I see him fiy

pkins :
O'er hills and dales ; and now I lose the course, Your Tales be easy, natural, and gay,
Nor can the rapid fight pursue the flying horse. Nor all the Poet in that part display;
Oh, could thy Virgil from his orb look down, 95 Nor let the Critic there his skill unfold,
He'd view a courfer that might match his own! For Boccace thus and Claucer sales have told :
Fir'd with the sport, and eager for the chace, Sooth, as you only can, cach dicerent taste,
Lodoca's murmurs stop me in the race.

And for the future cların us in the paft. Who can refuse Lodona's melting tale ?

Then, fould the verse of every artfr hand The folt complaint f all over Time prevail; 90 | Before your numbers eminently stand; The Tale be told when Mades forsake her fore, In you no vanity could thence be shown, The Nymph be fung when she can fow no more. Unless, fince fiort in beauty of your own, Nor mall the song, old Thames! forbear to Some envious scribbler might in fpite declare, Tine,

That for comparison you plac'd them there. 40 At once the subject and the song divine,

But Envy could not again it you succeed : Peace, sung by thee, 1:all please ev'a Britons ! is not from iriends that write, cr foes that


read; Than all their shouts for victory before.

Censure or Praise must from ourselves proceed. Oh! could Britannia imitate thy 'treani, The world should tremble at her awful name; From various springs divided waters glide, In different colours roll a different tide,

TO MR. POPE. Murmur along their crooked banks a while,

BY MISS JUD. COWPER, AFTERWARDS at once they murmur and enrich the ille ; A wb le ditint through many channels run, But meet at loft, and swectly flow in one ; There joy to lose their long-distinguit:d names, O Poor's hy, what commanding wondrous art

Doit thou each pagon to each bruait imAnd erake one glorious and immortal Thames.

Our beating Hearts with sprightly measures

Cr melt us with a tale of hapless Love!

Th’clated mis impetuous start: control, 3

Or gentle footh to peace the troubled foul!

Graces til now that tingly mct our view,
By the Right Honourable

And ingly cium'l, unite at once in you :

A tyk polite, from ailestation free,

Virgil's correctness, Homer's majesiy! The Mufe, of every heavenly gift allow'd

Soft Waller's case, withi Milton's vigour wrought, To be the chief, is public, though not And Spenser's bold luxuriancy of thought. proud.

In each bright page, Sirensch, Beauty, Genius ! Widely extenfive is the Poet's aiin,

nine, And in each verfe he draws a bill on Fame, While nervous Judgment guides each flowing For none have wit (whatever they pretend) 5


15 Singly to raise a Patron or a Friend;

No borrow'd Tinsel glitters o'er these lays, But whatsoe'er the theme or obied be,

And to the Mind a ialle Delight conveys : Some cominendations to themselves forelee. Throughout the whole with blended power is Then let us find, in your foregoing page,

found, The celebrating Poems of the age;

The Weight of Sense, and Elegance of Sound; Vor by injuries scruples think it fit,

A lavish Fancy, Wit, and Force, and Fire, To hide their judgments who applaud your wit: Graces cach inotion of th' immortal Lyre.

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The matchless strains our ravith'd fenfes charm : Buds open, and disclore the innost thade; 80
How great the thought! the iinages low warm! The ripen'd harvett crowns the level glade,
How beautifully just the turns apper !

But when the artist does a work dolga,
The language how majesically clear! 25 Where bolder rage iotornis each breathing liae ;
With energy divine each period {wells,

When the stretch'd cloth a rougher firoke reAnd all the Bard th' infpiring God reveals.

ceives, Lost in delights, my dazzled eyes I tura,

And Cæfar awful in the canvas lives; Where Throes leans boary o’er his ample urn ; When Art like lavith Nature's self supplies, Where his rich waves fair Windsor's towers Grace to the limbs, and spirit to the Eyes ; surround,

30 When ev'n the passions of the mind are seen, And bounteous rush amid poetic ground,

And the Soul speaks in the exalted Mien; O Wirdior! sacred to try blissful feats,

When all is juft; and regular, and great, y lykan fhades, the Muses' lov'd retreats ; We own the mighty Master's bill, as boundless Thy rising hills, low vales, and waving woods, as complete. Thy funny głades, ard celebrated floods !

35 But cbief Lodoya's ilver tides, that flow Cold and unsullied as the mountain (now; Whole virgin name no time nor change can hide, LORD MIDDLESEX Though ev in her spotless waves should cease to

Jo mighty Pope's inmortalizing itrains, 40

Stiil hall ihe grace and range the verdant plains ;
By bim selected for the Muses' theme,

On Reading Mr. ADDISON's Account of the Sull shine a blooming maid, and roll a limpid

English Poets. ftreain.

F all who e'er invok'd the tuneful Nino, Go on, and, with thy rare reftless art

In Addison's majestic numbers tine, Rulc each emotion of the various hcart;

Why then should Pope, ye bards, ye critics, tell,

45 The spring and teit of veríc unrival'd reign,

Remain unfunk, who fugs himself so well? And the full honours of thy youth maintain ; Har then, great bard, wlio can alike inspire $ Sooth, with thy wonted care and power divine,

With Waller's foftpels, or with Milton's fire; Our souls, and our degenerate tastes refine;

Whilft I, the meanest of the Muses throng, In judgment o'er our favourite foll fit,

To thy just praises tune th' adventurous fong.

50 And fosten Wisdorn's harth reproofs to Wit.

How ain I fillidl with rapture and delight,

When gods and mortals, mix'd, luftain the fight! 19 Now war ard arms thy mighty aiừ demand,

Like Milton then, though in more polit'd itralii, And Homer wakes bencath thy powerf hand;

Thy chariots rattle o'er the smoaking plains. His vigour, genuine heat, ani manly force,

What though archangel 'gainf archangel arms, In thee rise worthy of their sacred source ;

55 And higheit Heaven refourds with clire alaras! His spirit heightend, yet his fenfe intire,

Doth not the reader with like dread survey 13 As Gold runs purer from the trying tre.

The wounded gods repuis d with foul dilmay ? O, for a Muse like thine, while I rehearse

But when some fair-one guides your folier TH’immortal beauties of thy various verse !

verses Now light as air thenlivening numbers move, 60 Her charms, her godlike scatures, to rehearse ; Soft as the dowoy.plumes of fabled Love,

See how her eyes with quicker lirinings arn, Gay as the streaks that fain the gaudy bow,

And Waller's thoughts in smoother numiscri Sinooth as Near.der's crystal mirrours flow.

charin! But, when achilles, parting for the war, When fools provokc, and dunces urge trase joins the feet coursers to the whirling car;

rage, When the warm hero, with celestial miglit, Flecknoe iinprov'l bites koener in each pre. Auginents the terror of the raging mat,

Give o'er, great Lard, your fruitless toil give o'ct, From his fierce eyes refulgent lightnings ítrcam For ftill king Theoball scribbles as before ; (As Sol emerging darts a golden gleam); Poor Shakespeare suffers by his pen cach day, 25 in rough hcarle verfe we see th'embattled focs; 70 While Grub-direct alleys own his law ul fway. In each loud ftrain the fiery onfent glows ;

Now turn, my Muse, thy quick, poetic eyes, With frength recoubled liere Achilles (nincs, And view gay feeues and cpening i rofpects rico. And all the bat:l: thunders in thy lies.

Hark! how his ruftic numbers cbarm around, So the brigh: Magic of the Painter's hani! While grores to groves, and hills to hill r-found! Can cities, na, tali toviis, and far-itretch'd The listening beats Aand fearless as he îngs, 31 plua, comunandi

75 | Aud birds attentive clo e their useless wings. Licre spreading woods embrown the beaut:ous The (wais avd satyrs trip it o’er the plain, IC.T.:,

And think old Spenser is revivad again. There the vid: landscape iniles with livelier But when once more the godlike man begun 3.5 green;

In word: imooth lowing iron his tureful tontilt, The Ecaiing glass rects the distant fey, Ravilli'd they gaze, and trick with wondertus, Aud o'er the whole the glanciog sua-beans fly; Sure Spenfcr's foli ne'er tung to sweet a lay:


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