Imperial wonders rais’d on Nations fpoi’d, 5
Where mix'd with Slaves the groaning Martyr toild;
Huge Theatres, that now unpeopled Woods,
Now drain'd a diftant country of her doods :
Fanes, which admiring Gods with pride furvey,
Statues of Men, scarce less alive than they !
Some felt the silent ftroke of mould'ring age,
Some hofiile fury, fome religious rage.
Barbarian blindncís, Christian zeal confpire,
And Papal piety, and Gothic fire.
Perhaps, by its own ruins favid froin flame,

Some bury'd marble half preserves a name;
That Name the learn'd with ficrce disputes pursus,
And give to Titus old Vefpafian's due.

Ambition fighd: she found it vain, to truk The faithless Column and the crumbling Buft: Huge moles, whose fhadow ftretch'd from shore to

fhore, Their ruins perish'd, and their place no more!


VER. 6. Wbere mix'd witb flaves tbe groaning Martyr toild: The inattentive reader might wonder how this circumstance came to find a place here. But let him compare it with ver. 13, 14, and he will see the Reason,

Barbar an blindness, Cbriflian zeal conspire,

And Pupol piety, and Gorbic fire. For the Slaves mentioned in the 6ih line were of the fame nation with the Barbarians in the 13th; and the Cbriftiars in the szth, the Succeffors of the Martyrs in the 6th: Providence ordaining that these thould ruin what those were fo injurioully employed in rearing; for the poet never lost th fight of his great principle.


Convine'd, the now contracts het vast design,
And all her Triumphs shrink into a Coin.
A narrov orb each crouded conquest keeps 25
Beneath her Palm here fad Judea wecps.
Now scantier limits the proud Arch confine,
And scarce are seen the proftrate Nile or Rhine ;
A small Euphrates thro' the piece is rolld,
And littie Eagles wave their wings in gold. 30

The Medal, faithful to its charge of faine,
Thro' climes and ages bears each form and name :
In one hort view subjected to our eye
Gods, Emp'rors, Heroes, Sages, Leauties, lie.
With sharpen'd fight pale Antiquaries pore,
Th’inscription value, but the rult adore.
This the blue varnish, that the grecn endears, .
The sacred ruft of twice ten hundred years !
To gain Pescennius one employs his Schemes,
One grasps a Cecrops in extatic dreams.
Poor Vadius, long with learned spleen devour'd,
Can taste no pleasure since his Shield was fcour'd :
And Curio, restless by the Fair-one's side,
Sighs for an Otho, and neglects his bride.

Their’s is the Vanity, the Learning thine : Touch'd by thy hand, again Rome’s glories shine ; Her Gods, and god-like Heroes rise to view, And all her faded garlands bloom a-new. Nor blush, these studies thy regard engage ; These pleas'd the fathers of poetic rage :




Ver. 49. Nor blu, tbefe Studies thy regard engage ; ] A senseless affectation which some writers of eminence have


The verse and sculpture bore an equal part,
And art reflected images to Art.

Oh when shall Britain, conscious of her claim,
Stand emulous of Greek and Roman fame?
In living medals see her wars enrolld,

55 And vanquish'd realms supply recording gold? Here rising bold, the Patriot's honeft face;

e Warriors frowning in historic brass:
en future ages with delight thall see
w Plato's, Bacon's, Newton's looks agree; 60
.n fair series laurell's Bards be shown,
'irgil there, and here an Addison.
en shall thy Craggs (and let me call him mine)

e cast ore, another Pollio, shine ; *** aspect open shall erect his head, And round the orb in lasting notes be read, betrayed ; who when fortune, or their talents have raised them to a condition 10 do without those arts, for which on* they gained our esteem, have pretended to think letters ow their Character. This false shame Mr. Voltaire has ny. well, and with proper indigoation, exposed in his acint of Mr. Congreve : “ He had one defeat, which was ais entertaining too mean an Idea of his first Profession, (that of a Writer) though it was to this he owed his shame and Fortune. He spoke of his works as of Trifies hat were beneath him; and hinted to me in our first Jnversation, that I should visit him upon no other foot than that of a Gentleman, who led a Life of plainness and simplicity. I answered, that, had he been so un« fortunate as to be a mere Gentleman, I should never “ have come to see him ; and I was very much disgusted

at so unseasonable a piece of vanity," Letters concerning the English Nation, xix.


Statesman, yet friend to Truth! of soul finc « In action faithful, and in honour clcar; « Who broke do promise, servd no private end " Who gaia'd no title, and who loft no friend “ Ennobled by bimíoffby all approvod, “ And prais’d, unenvy'd, by the Muse he low'

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