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Where, where was Eloïse? her voice, her band, But o'er the twilight groves and duky caves,
Canst thou forget that fad, that folemn day, Decpens the murmur of the falling tioodi,
And breathes a browner horror on the woods. 170
Death, only death, can break the latting chain; The thrines all trembled, and the lamps grew pale: And here, ev’n then, Ihall my cold duit rc main; Heaven scarce believ'd the Conqueft it survey'd, Here all its frailties, all its fames refgn, 175 And Saints with wonder heard the vows I made. And wait till 'tis no fin to mix with thine. Yet then, to those drcad altars as I drew,
Ah, wretch! believ'd the spouse of God in vaiii, Not on the cross my eyes were fix'd, but you:
Confess'd within the fave of love ard man. Not grace, or zeal, love only was my call ; Allist me, Heaven! but whence arose that prayer? And if I lose thy love, I lose my all.
Sprung it from piety, or from despair ? 180 Come! with thy looks, thy words, relieve my Ev'n here, where frozen chastity retires, woc;
Love finds an altar for forbidden fires.
I mourn the lover, not laincnt the fault;
I-view my crime, but kindle at the view, 185 Pant on thy lip, and to thy heart be press'd; Repent old pleasures, and folicit now ; Give all thou canst-and let me dream the rest. Now turn'd to heaven, I weep my part offence, Ali, no! inftruct me other joys to prize, 125 Now think of thee, and curse my innocence. With other beauties charın my partial eyes,
Of all affliction taught a lover yet, Full in my view set all the bright abode,
'Tis sure the hardeit science to forget! 190 And make my soul quit Abelard for God. How shall I lose the fin, yet keep the sense, Ah think at least thy flock deserves thy care,
And love th' offender, yet deteft th' offence?
How the dear object from the crime remore,
195 You rais'd these hallow'd walls; the desert smil'd For hearts so touch'd, so piercd, fo loft as mine! And paradise was open'd in the wild.
Ere such a soul regains its peaceful state, No weeping orphan saw his father's ftores 135 How often must it love how often hate ! Our Trines irradiate, or emblaze the floors ; How often hope, despair, resent, regret, No filver saints, by dying misers given,
Cocceal, disdain, do all things but forget! 200 Here bribe the rage of ill-requited Heaven;
But let heaven seize it, all at once 'tis fir'd : But fuch plain roofs as Piely could raise, Not touch'd, but rapt; not waken'e, but inspir'd! And only vocal with the Maker's praise. 140 Oh come, oh teach me nature to subdue, In these lone walls (their days eternal bound) Renounce my love, my life, myself--and you, These moss-grown domes with fpiry turrets Fill my fond heart with God alone, for he
Alone can rival, can succeed to thce, Where awful arches make a noon-day night, How happy is the blameless Veltals lot; And the dim windows shed a folemn light; The world forgetting, by the world forgot! Thy eyes diffus'd a reconciling ray, 145 | Eternal sun-line of the spotless mind! And gleams of glory brighten'd all the day. Each prayer accepted, and each will resgnd; But now no face divine contentment wears,
Labour and reft ihrat cqual periods keep ; 'Tis all blank sadness, or continual tears.
« Obedient Numbers that can wake and weep?” See how the force of others prayers I try,
De fires compos'ul, affections cver even ; (0 pious fraud of amorous charity!). 150 Tears that delight, and fighs that waft to heaven. But why should I on others prayers depend?
Grace shines around her with sereneit beans, 215 Come thou, my father, brother, husband, friend! | Andwhispering Angels frompt hergolclendreams. Ah, let thy handmaid, fifter, daughter, move, For her th’unfading rose of Eden bloons, And all those tender names in ane, thy love! And wings of Seraphs shed divine pertunes; The darksome pines that o'er yon rocks reclin'd For her the spouse prepares the bridal ring; Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind, For her white virgins Hymenals hing; Tbe wandering streams that thinc between the To sounds of heavenly barps sne dies away, hills,
And inelts ia vilions of eternal clay. The grots that echo to the tinkling rills,
Tar other dreams my erring foul employ,
Then conscience leeps, and k::ving nature free,
O curft, dear horrors of all-conscious night! Ah, come not, write nor, think not once of me, How glowing guilt exalts the keen delight! 230 Nor share one pang of all I felt for thee. Provoking Demons all restraint remove,
Thy oaths I quit, thy memory refgo; And stir within me every source of love,
Forget, renounce me, bate whateer was mine, I hear thee, view thee, gaze o'er all thy charms, Fair eyes, and tempting looks (which yet I view!) And round thy phantom glue my clasping arms. Long lov’d, ador'd ideas, all adieu!
296 I wake no more I hear, no more I view, 235 O Grace ferene ! 0 Virtue heavenly fair! The phantom flies me, as unkind as you.
Divine oblivion of low-thoughted care! I call aloud ; it hears not what I say :
Fresh-blooming Hope, gay daughter of the Ly! I stretch my empty arms; it glides away. And Faith, our early immortality !
3ce To dream once more I clofe my willing eyes ; Enter, each mild, each amicable gueft; Ye foit illusons, dear deceits, arise! 240 Receive and wrap me in eternal reft! Alas, no more! methinks we wander ing go See in her cell fad Eloïía fpread, Through dreary wastes, and weep each other's Propt on some tomb, a neighbour of the dead, Woe,
In each low wind methinks a Spirit calls,
305 Where round some mouldering tower pale ivy And more than Echoes talk along the walls
Here, as I watch'd the dying lamp around, And low-brow'd rocks hang nodding o'er the From yonder shrine I heard a hollow found: deeps.
“ Come, tifter, come !! (it said, or seem'd to Sudden you mount, you beckon from the kies ; Clouds interpose, waves roar, and winds arise. • Thy place is bere, fad fiter, come away! 3:0 I shriek, start up, the fame sad prospect find, « Once like thyself, I trembled, wepi, and And wake to all the griefs I left behind.
“ pray'l, For thee the fates, feverely kind, grdain « Love's victim then, though now a fainted A cool fufpenfe from pleasure and from pain ;
« maid: Thy life a long dead calm of fix'd repose ; 251 « But all is calm in this eternal fleep; No pulse that riots, and no blood that glows. “ Here grief forgets to groan, and love to weep: Still as the sea, ere winds were taught to blow, « Evin fuperftition loses every fear; 315 Or moving fpirit bade the waters How;
« For God, not man, abfolves our frailties Sotf as the numbers of a faint forgiven, 253 « here." And mild as opening gleams of promis'd heaven. I come, I come! prepare your roseate bowers,
Come, Abelard! for what haft thou to dread? Celeftial palms, and ever-blooming flowers, The torch of Venus burns not for the dead. Thither, where finners may have reft, I go, Nature stands check'd; Religion disapproves : Where dames refind in breasts feraphic glow : Even thou art cold-yet Eloïsa loves. 260 'Thou, Abelard! the last fad offee pay, Ai, hopeless, lading flames ! like those that burn and smooth my passage to the realms of day; To light th dead, and warm the unfruitful urn. See my lips tremble, and my eye-balls roll,
What scenes appear where'er I turn my view! Suck my last breath, and catch my flying foul! The dear ideas, where I fly, pursue,
Ah now in facred vestments may ft thou ftand, Rise in the grove, before the altar risc, 265 | The hallow'd taper trembling in thy hand, 226 Stain all my foul, and wanton in my eyes. Present the Cross before my lifted eye, I waste the inatin lamp in fighs for thee,
Teach me at once, and learn of me to die. Thy image steals between my God and me, Ah then, thy once-lov'd Eloïsa see! Thy voice I feein in every hymn to hear, It will be then no crime to gaze op me. 320 With every bead I drop too soft a tear. 270 See from my check the tranfent roses fly! When from the cenfer clouds of fragrance roll, See the last sparkle languish in my eye! And swelling organs lift the rising foul,
Till every motion, pulse, and breath be o'er ; One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight, And ev'n my Abelard be lov'd no more, Priests, tapers, temples, swim before my light:
Death all eloquent! you only prove 335 In seas of Hame my plunging foul is drown'd, 273 What duit we doat on, when 'tis man we love. While Altars blaze, and Augels treinble round. Then too, when fate shall thy fair frame deWhile proftrate here in humble grief I lie,
stroy, Kind, virtuous drops just gathering is my cye, (That cause of all my guilt, and all my joy) While, praying, trembling, in the dust I roll, In trance extatic may thy pangs be drown'd, And dawning grace is opening on my soul : 280 Bright clouds descend, and Angels watch theo Come, if thou darest, alcharming as thou art ! round, Oppose thyself to Heaven ; difpute my heart; From opening kies may streaming glories fine, Come, with one glance of those deluding eyes And Saints embrace thee with a love like mine! Blot out each bright idea of the lkies ;
May one kind grave unite each hapless naine, Take back that grace, those forrows, and those And graft my love immortal on thy fame! tears;
Then, ages hence, when all my woes are c'er, Take back my fruitless penitence and prayers ; When this rebellious heart shall beat no mors; Saatch me, just mounting, from the bleft abode ; If ever chance two wandering lovers brings Talit the fiends, and tear me from my God! To Paraclete's white walls and filver springs,
No, fly me, fly me, far as Pole from Pole ; O’er the pale marble thall they join their heads, Rise Alps between us! and whole oceans roll ! And drink the falling tears each other medi; SEC
Then fadly fay, with mutual pity movid, Nor was tle work impaird by forms alone, " O may we never lure as these have lov'd!” But felt th' approaches of too warm a fun; From the full choir when loud Hosannas rise, For Fame, impatiert of extremes, decrys And iwell the pomp of dreadful sacrifice ; Not more by Envy, than excess of Praise. Amid that faune if fone relenting eye 355 Yet part no injuries of heaven could feel,
45 Glance on the stone where our cold relicke lie, Like crystal faithiul to the graving fteel: Devotion's self shall fical a thought from heaven, The rock's high fummit, in the temple's Thade, One huinan tear fhall drop, and be forgiven. Nor heat could melt, nor beati' g torm invade. And sure if fate some future bard fhall join
Their names infcrib'd unnumber'd ages post In fad fimilitude of griefs to mine,
360 From time's frst birth, with time itself thall lant; Condemu'd wlerle years in abfence to deplore, Thele, ever new, nor subject to decays, And image charms he muit behold no more ; Spread, and grow brighter with the length of dars. Such if there be, who loves so long, so well; So Zembla's rocks (the beauteous work of fron) lat bim cur fad, our tender story tell!
Rise white in air, and glitter o'er the coast; Tre well-fung unes will foot my pensive choft;
Pale funs, untet, at distance roll away, 55 Fie belt can paint them who Ihall feel them mof. And on th’impalfive ice the lightnings play ;
Eternal snows the growing male supply,
As Atlas fx'd erch boary pile appears,
The gather d winter of a thousand years,
On this foundation Fame's bigb temple ftands;
Whate'cr proud Rome or artful Greece belield,
Or elder Babylon, its frame excell’d.'
Four faces had the dome, and every face
Salute the different quarters of the sky.
Who cities rais’d, or tam'd a montirous race, And love itself was bauilll from my breast,
The walls in venerable order grace : (What time the mora mysterious vil.ons brings,
Heroes in animated marble frown, While purer llumbers spread their golden wings) And Legií.ators seem to think in tone. A train of pha'itomis in wild order rose,
Wefiward, a sumptuous frontispiece appear'd, Aid, join'd, this intellectual scene coinpose. On Doric pillars of white marble rear']
76 I ftond, mcthcght, betwixt earth, feas, andíkies; Crown'd with an architrate of antique mold, The whole creation open to my eyes :,
And sculpture ring on the roughen'd gold. 11 air self-halanc'd hung the globe helnw, In faggy (poils here Thecus was beheld, Where mountains rife, and c reling, oceans fow; And Perfeus creadrul with Minerva's shield: 20 Here naked roces, and empty waites were feen; There great Alcides, stooping with his toil, There tovery cities, and the foreits green :
Rests on bis clui), and holds th' Hesperian ipoi! : Here failinç ftips delight the wandering eyes ; Here Orpheus hings; trees moving to the found There trees and intermingled temples rise : Start from their roots, and form a shade around : Now a clear sun the thining scene elisplays ; Amphion there the loud creating lyre 85 The transient landic pe netv in cloud decays. 20 Strikes, and behold a sudden Tliebes expire !
O'er the wicie prv.pe& as I gar'd around, (yth ron's echocs anfwer to his cal!,' Sudden I heard a will promiscuous sound,
And half the mountain rols into a wall : Like broken thunders that at distance roar, There might you see the lengthening spires ascend; Or billows murmurins on the hollow more : The domes swell up, the widening arches bend, so Thep gazing 'p, a glorious pile beheld, ,25 | The growing towers like exhalations rise, Whole towering fu'n mit ambientclouds conceald And the huge columns heave into the fies. Fighont a rock of ice the structure lay,
The Eattern front was glorious to behold, Steep itecent, and lipsery was the way ; With diamond fiaming and Barbaric geold. The wonderous rock li e Pariau marble i one, There Ninus snode, who spread th’Assyrian fame, And seenid, to distint fght, a tolid ftone, 30 And the great founder of the Perfan name ; 56 Inscriptions here of various Names 1 view'd, There in long robes the roval Magi tard,
greater sart hy hostile time fubdued ; Great Zoroafter wares the circlicg ward: Yet wide was sprád their fame in ages pat,
The fage Chalda ans rob'd in white appear'd, And Poets once had promi-'d they hould la?. And Brachman's, deep in deiert woods rever'). Some fresh engravd appeard of wits renown'd; These fisppd the moon, and call'd ta’embody'd
ror could their trace be found. 36 Dades Crities I fawr, that other rames deface,
To midnight banquets in the glimmerint glades; And fx their own, with labour, in their place : Made visionary fabrics round them rise, Their own, like others, roon their place refign'd, And airy speelres kim before their eyes ; Or disappear’d, and left the frt behind, 401
I loolid again,
Of Talismans and Sigils knew the power, 105 Much fuffering heroes nexttheir honours claim, And carerul watcii'j the Planetary hour.
Those of less noily, and less guilty fame, Superior, and alone, Confucius itood,
Far virtue's filent train : supreme of these 170 Who taught tar useful scieace, to be gond. Here ever thines the godlike Socrates ;
But on the South, a long majettic race He whom ungrateful Athens enuld expell, Of Egypi. Prieit the gild d ches grace, At all times jutt, but w beri he figu'd the Shell: Who inea'ur'i carth, describ'd the tarry (pheres, Here his abode the martyr'd Procion claims, And traced the lo..g records of lunar years. With Agis, not the last of Spartan names : High on his car Se oltris ftruck my view,
Unconquerd Cato Thews the wound he tore, Whom Icepter'd saves in golden harness drew : And Brutus bis ill Genius meets no more. His la ds a bow and pointed javelin hold;
But in the centre of the hallow'd choir, His giant limb: arc arm'd in scales of gold. Six pompous columns o'er the rest aspire ; Between the statues Cbeliks were plac'd, Around the thrine itself of Faine they tand, 13. And the learu'd walls with Hieroglyphics grac'd. Hold the chief honours, and the fane command,
Oi Gothic structure was the Northern lide, High on the first, the mighty Homer Hone; Crwrought with ornaments oi barbarous pride. Eternal adamant compos'd his throne; There buge Coloses rose, with trophies crown'd, Father of verse ! in holy fllets dreit, A. d.Runic characters were gray'd around. His Clver beard way'd gently o'er his breait ; 185 There iate Zamolxis with erected eyes,
Though blind, a boldness in his looks appears ; And Odin here in inimic trances dies.
In years he feeni’d, but not impair'd by years. There on rude iron columns, linear'd with blocd, The wars of Troy were round the pillar teen : The horrid forms o Scythian heroes food. 126 Here fierce Tydides wounds thc (yprian Queen; Druids and Bards (their once loud harps un. Here Hector glorious from Patroclus' fall, Atrung)
Here dragg'd in triumph round the Trnjan wall. And youths that died to be by Poets sung, Motion and life did every part inspire, There and a thousand more o doubtful fame, Bold was the work, and prov'd the master's fire; To wboin old fables gave a lasting name, 130 A strong expression moft he seem'd tafiel, In ranks adorn'd the l'emple's outward face ; And here and there disclos'd a brave neglect, 195 The wall in luftre and effect like glass,
A golden column next in rank appear'd,
Finish'd the whole, and labour'd every part,
The Mantuan there in fober triumph sate, The Temple thakes, the founding gates un. Compos'd his posturc, and his look sedate ; fold,
On Homer fiill be fix'd a reverent eye, Wide vaults appear, and roofs of fretted gold : Great without pride, in modeft majesty. Rais'd on a thousand pillars wreath'd aronnd In living sculpture on the 1des were spread With laurel.foliage, and with eagles crown'd: The Latian wars, and haughty Turnus dead; Of bright transparent beryl were the walls, 141 Eliza ftretch'd upon the funeral pyre, 206 The freezes gold, and gold the capitals : Æneas bending with his aged fire : As heaven with ftars, the roof with jewels glows, Troy fam'd in burning goll, and o'er the trage And ever-living lamps depend ja rows.
ARMS AND THE MAN in golden cyphers shone. Full in the passage of each spacious gate, 145 Four swans suitain a car of 1.lver bright, 210 The fage Hiflorians in white garments wait ; With heads advanc'd, and pinions ftretchi'd fo: Grav'd o'er their seats the form of Time was Aight: found,
Here, like some furious prophet, Pindar rode, His fcythe revers'd, and both his pinions bound. And seem'd to labour with th' inspiring God. Within stood Heroes, who through loud alarms Across the harp a careless hand he flings, In bloody fields pursued renown in arms, 150 And boldly finks into the sounding ftrings. 215 High on a throne with trophies charged, I view'd The fgur'd games of Greece the column grace, The Youth that all things but biorelf subdued ; Neptune and Jove furvey the rapid race, His feet on sceptres and tiaraç trod,
The youths hang o'er their chariots as they run; And his horn'd head bely'd the libyan God, 154 The fiery steeds seem starting from the stone; There Cæfar, grac'd with both Minervas, shone; The champions in diftorted poftures threat; 220 Cæfar, the world's great master, and his own; And all appear'd irregularly great. Unmov'd, superior ftill in every rate,
Here happy Horace tun'd th' Auronian lyre And scarce deteíted in his Country's fate. To sweeter sounds, and temper'd Pindar's fire: But chief were those, who not for empire fought, Pleas'd with Alcæus' manly rage l'insufe But with their toils their people's safety bought : The softer fpirit of the Sapphic Muse. 225 High o'er the rest Epaminondas tood; 161 | The poli 'd pillar different sculptures grace ; Timoleon, glorious in his brother's blood; A work outlasting monumental brass. Bola Scipio, faviour of the Roman ftate ; Here smiling Loves and Bacchanals appear, Great in his triumphs, in retirement great ; The Julian ftar and great Auguftus here. And wife Aurelius, in whose well-taught mind The Doves that round the infant Poet spread 230 With boundl:fs power upbounded virtue joind, Myrtles and bays, hung hovering o'er his head. His owa friet judge, and patron of mankind. Here, in a ffrine that cast a dazzling light,
Sate fix'd in thought the mighty Stagyrise ;
His sacred bead a radiant Zodiac crown'd,
First at the thrine the Learned world appear, Aed various Acimals his fides surround; 235 And 10 the Goddess thus prefer faeir prayer. His piercing eyes, erect, appear to view Long have we fought t’infisud and please inankind, Superior worlds, and look all Nature through. With itudies pale, with inid.ight vigils blind;
With equal rays immortal Tully thone, But tha k'd by iew, rewarded yet by one, The Roman Roftra deck'd the Consul's throne. We here appeal to thy superior throne : Gathering his flowing robe, he seem'd to stand On wit and learning the jutt prize befow, In act to speak, and graceful ftretch'd his hand. For Faine is all we muft expect below. 305 Behind Rome's Genius waits with Civic crowns, The Goddess heard, aod Lade the Muses raise And the great Father of his country owos. The golden Trump-t of eternal Praise :
These masly columos in a circle rise, 244 From pole to pole the winds dittule the sound, O'er which a pompous dome invades the kies : That fills the circuit of the work around; Scarce to the top I ftretch'd my aching light, Not all at once, as thuidi's breaks the cloud; 310 So large it spread, and swellid to such a height. The ictes at tot were rather sweet than loud; Full in the midit proud Fames's imperial feat By init degrees they every moment rife, With jewels blaz'd magnit.cently great ;
Ell the wice carth, and gai upon the ik ies. The vivid emeralds there revive the eye,
250 At every breath were balmy odours ed, The Haming rubies Thew their fanguine dye, Which ill grew sweeter, a taey wider apread; Bright azure rays from lively fapphires itreann, Less fragrant fonts til boldi g rose exhales, And lucid amber casts a golden gleamn.
Or fpices breathi gia Arabian gales. With various-colour'd light the paveinent Mone, Next these the good aimed ju'', an awrul train, And all on fire appeard the glowing throne ; 255 Thus on their knees address the sacred fade. The dome's high arch refleds the mingled blaze, Since livi.g virtue is with envy ciri'd, 320 And forms a rainbow of alternate rays.
And the beit men are treated li'e the wor?, When on the Goddess first I cast my light, Do tliou just Goddes, cail our m rits forth, Scarce feem'd her ftature of a cubit's height; And give each deed th' exact intrintis wortn. But swell'd to larger size, the more I gaz'd, 260 Not with bare justice fr.all your ad be crowin'd Till to the roof her towering front the rais’d. (Said Fame) but high above desert renowu’d: With her, the Temple every moment grew, let fuller notes th' applauding world a vaze, And ampler Viftas open'd to my view :
And the loud clario, labour in your praile. Upwards the columns shoot, the roofs ascend, This band dismissed bebolu a other croud And arches widen, and long aisles extend. 265 Prefered the fame reque it and lowly bow'd; Such was her form, as ancient bards have told, The conftaut ten our of whose well-ipent days 33 Wings raise her arms, and wings her feet infald; No less deferv'd a juft return of praite. A thousa..d busy tongues the Goddess bears, But straight the direful Trump of Slander founds; And thousand open eyes, and thousand listeniog Through the big dome the doubling thunder ears.
bounds ; Beneath, in order ranged, the tuneful Nine 270 Loud as the burst of cannon rends the skies, (Her virgin handmaids) ftill attend the Arine : The dire report through every region ties, 335 With eyes on Fame for ever fix'd, they fing; In every car incessant rumours rung, For Fa ne they raise the voice, and tune the itring; | And gathering scandals grew on every tongne. With time's firft birth began the heavenly lays, From the black trumpet's rusty concave broke And last, eternal, through the length of days. Sulphureous hames, and clouds of rolling i moke :
Around these wonders as I cast a look, 276 The poisonous vapour blots the purple kics, 349 The trumpet, founded, and the temple Thook, And withers all before it as it hics. And all the nations, summou'd at the call,
A troop came next, who crownsandarmour worc, From different quarters fill the crouded hall : And proud detance in their loe's they bore :
Of various tongues the mingled sounds were beard: For thee (they crged) amidit alarms and itrije,
Be all your acts in dark oblivion drown'd; Millions of suppliant crouds the thrine attend, There necp forgot, with mighty tyrant; gone, And all degrees before the Goddess bend; Your statues moulder'd, and your names unknown! The poor, the rich, the valiant, and the fage, 290 A sudden cloud straight snatch'd them from my And boasting youth, and narrative old age.
1 ghio Their pleas were different, their requeft ile fame; And each majetic phantom funk in night. 355 For good and bad alike are fond of Fame.
Then came the smallest tribe 1 yet had scen; Some the disgrac'd, and some with honours Plain, was their clress and modert was their mein, crown'd;
Great idol of mankind! we neither claim Unlike successes equal merits found. 295 The praise of merit, nor aspire to fame! Thus her blind fifter, fickle Fortune, reigns,
But, fafe in deserts from th' applause of men 360 And undiscerning scatters crowns and chairs,
Wouli dic urheard of, as we liv'd unius.