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And Vice reluctant quits th’ expected | The strange misfortunes, oh! what words prey.
can tell ?
Tell! ye neglected sylphs! who lap-dogs Cease, thou lorn mother! cease thy Why snatch'd ye not away your precious
guard, wailings drear;
ward ? Ye babes! the unconscious sob
Why suffer'd ye the lover's weight to fall forego;
On the ill-fated neck of much-loved Ball ? Or let full gratitude now prompt the
The favourite on his mistress casts his tear
eyes, Which erst did sorrow force to flow.
Gives a short melancholy howl, andUnkindly cold and tempest shrill
dies. In life's morn oft the traveller chill,
Sacred his ashes lie, and long his rest! But soon his path the sun of Love shall
Anger and grief divide poor Julia's breast. warm;
Her eyes she fixt on guilty Florio first : And each glad scene look brighter for the
On him the storm of angry grief must storm!
The storm he fled: he wooes a kinder JULIA
Whose fond affections no dear puppies [IN CHRIST'S HOSPITAL BOOK]
share. Medio de fonte leporum
'Twere vain to tell, how Julia pin'd away: Surgit amari aliquid.
Unhappy Fair! that in one luckless
dayJULIA was blest with beauty, wit, and From future Almanacks the day be crost!grace:
At once her Lover and her Lap-dog lost. Small poets loved to sing her blooming
1789. face. Before her altars, lo! a numerous train Preferr'd their vows; yet all preferr'd in
QUÆ NOCENT DOCENT
[IN CHRIST'S HOSPITAL BOOK]
O! mihi præteritos referat si Jupiter annos ! And touch'd the fair one with an equal OH! might my ill-past hours return flame.
again! The flame she felt, and ill could she con- No more, as then, should Sloth around ceal
me throw What every look and action would reveal. Her soul-enslaving, leaden chain! With boldness then, which seldom fails No more the precious time would I to move,
A present joy producing future woe.
Or to mature the embryo thoughts in-
That hall-conceiv'd lay struggling in my
I saw when from the turtle feast mind,
The thick dark smoke in volumes The cloisters' solitary gloom I'd round.
I saw the darkness of the mist 'Tis vain to wish, for Time has ta'en his
Encircle thee, O Nose! flight
Shorn of thy rays thou shott'st a fearful For follies past be ceas'd the fruitless
(The turtle quiver'd with prophetic Let follies past to future care incite.
fright) Averse maturer judgements to obey Gloomy and sullen thro’ the night of Youth owns, with pleasure owns, the
steam : Passions' sway,
So Satan's Nose when Dunstan urged But sage Experience only comes with
to flight, years.
1789. Glowing from gripe of red-hot pincers MS.
Athwart the smokes of Hell disastrous THE NOSE
twilight shed! YE souls unused to lofty verse Who sweep the earth with lowly
The Furies to madness my brain de
In robes of ice my body wrap!
On billowy flames of fire I float,
IIcar ye my entrails how they snap? the fire
Some power unseen forbids my lungs to
breathe! To animate the wonder of his hand; Thus with unhallow'd hands, O muse,
What fire-clad meteors round me aspire,
whizzing fly! And from my subject snatch a burn
I vitrify thy torrid zone beneath, ing brand !
Proboscis fierce! I am calcined ! I
die ! So like the Nose I sing—my verse shall glow
Thus, like great Pliny, in Vesuvius' fire, Like Phlegethon my verse in waves of I perish in the blaze while I the blaze
admire. fire shall flow !
Light of this once all darksome spot
TO THE MUSE
Tho' no bold flights to thee belong; First-born of Sirius begot
And tho' thy lays with conscious fear, Upon the focus of the sun
Shrink from Judgement's eye severe, I'll call thee ! for such thy earthly | Yet much I thank thee, Spirit of my name
song! What name so high, but what too low For, lovely Muse! thy sweet employ must be?
Exalts my soul, refines my breast, Comets, when most they drink the solar Gives each pure pleasure keener zest, flame
And softens sorrow into pensive Joy. Are but faint types and images of thee! From thee I learn'd the wish to bless, Burn madly, Fire! o’er earth in ravage From thee to commune with my heart; run,
From thee, dear Muse! the gayer part, Then blush for shame more red by fiercer To laugh with pity at the crowds that outdone!
DESTRUCTION OF THE BASTILE---TO A YOUNG LADY
Where Fashion flaunts her robes by Such scenes no more demand the tear Folly spun,
humane; Whose hues gay-varying wanton in the I see, I see! glad Liberty succeed sun.
1789. With every patriot virtue in her train!
And mark yon peasant's raptured DESTRUCTION OF THE BASTILE
Secure he views his harvests rise; I
No fetter vile the mind shall know, HEARD'ST thou yon universal cry,
And Eloquence shall fearless glow.
Yes! Liberty the soul of Life shall And dost thou linger still on Gallia's
reign, shore ?
Shall throb in every pulse, shall flow Go, Tyranny! beneath some barbarous
thro' every vein! sky Thy terrors lost and ruin'd power
VI deplore! What tho’through many a groaning Shall France alone a Despot spurn?
Shall she alone, O Freedom, boast age Was felt thy keen suspicious rage,
thy care? Yet Freedom roused by fierce Dis- Lo, round thy standard Belgia's heroes dain
burn, Has wildly broke thy triple chain,
Tho' Power's blood-stain'd streamers And like the storm which earth's deep
fire the air, entrails hide,
And wider yet thy influence spread, At length has burst its way and spread
Nor e'er recline thy weary head, the ruins wide.
Till every land from pole to pole
Shall boast one independent soul!
And still, as erst, let favour'd Britain be IV
First ever of the first and freest of the
free! In sighs their sickly breath was spent;
? 1789. each gleam Of Hope had ceased the long long day
TO A YOUNG LADY
[Probably the preceding verses.]
Much on my early youth I love to Oft shrunk they from Oppression's
Ere yet I bade that friendly dome fareWhile anguish raised the desperate
Where first, beneath the echoing cloisters For silent death; or lost the mind's con
I heard of guilt and wondered at the Thro' every burning vein would tides of
tale ! Frenzy roll.
Yet though the hours flew by on careless
Full heavily of Sorrow would I sing. But cease, ye pitying bosoms, cease to Aye as the star of evening flung its beam bleed !
In broken radiance on the wavy stream,
My soul amid the pensive twilight gloom If Smiles more winning, and a gentler Mourned with the breeze, O Lee Boo!1
Mien o'er thy tomb.
Than the love-wildered Maniac's brain Where'er I wandered, Pity still was near,
hath seen Breathed from the heart and glistened in Shaping celestial forms in vacant air, the tear :
If these demand the empassioned Poet's No knell that tolled but filled my
If Mirth and softened Sense and Wit And suffering Nature wept that one
The blameless features of a lovely mind;
assign Thus to sad sympathies I soothed my
No fading wreath to Beauty's saintly breast,
40 Calm, as the rainbow in the weeping Nor, Sara! thou these early flowers West:
refuseWhen slumbering Freedom roused with
Ne'er lurk'd the snake beneath their high Disdain
simple hues; With giant fury burst her triple chain !
No purple bloom the Child of Nature Fierce on her front the blasting Dog-star
brings glowed; Her banners, like a midnight meteor,
From Flattery's night-shade: as he feels
As late I journey'd o'er the extensive And swept with wilder hand the Alcæan
Where native Otter sports his scanty Red from the Tyrant's wound I shook Musing in torpid woe a sister's pain, the lance,
The glorious prospect woke me from And strode in joy the reeking plains of
the dream. France !
At every step it widen'd to my sight, Fallen is the oppressor, friendless, ghastiy, Wood, Meadow, verdant Hill, and low,
dreary Steep. And my heart aches, though Mercy Following in quick succession of delight, struck the blow.
Till all--at once--did my eye ravish'd With wearied thought once more I seek
sweep! the shade, Where peaceful Virtue weaves the Myrtle May this (I cried) my course through Life braid.
[display, And 0 ! if Eyes whose holy glances roll,
New scenes of wisdom may each step Swift messengers, and eloquent of soul ; And knowledge open as my days
advance! 1 Lee Boo, the son of Abba Thule, Prince of
Till what time Death shall pour the unthe Pelew Islands, came over to England with
darken'd ray, Captain Wilson, died of the small-pox, and is
My eye shall dart thro' infinite expanse, buried in Greenwich church-yard. See Keate's Account of the Pelew Islands. 1788.
And thought suspended lie in rapture's 2 Southey's Retrospect.
PROGRESS OF VICE
MONODY ON THE DEATH OF
CHATTERTON [IN CHRIST'S HOSPITAL BOOK]
[FIRST VERSION, IN CHRIST'S HOSPITAL Nemo repente turpissimus
Cold penury repress'd his noble rage,
And froze the genial current of his soul.
Now prompts the Muse poetic Him innate Truth and Virtue
And high my bosom beats with Whose guards are Shame and con
love of Praise ! scious Pride.
But, Chatterton! methinks I hear thy In some gay hour Vice steals into the
For cold my Fancy grows, and dead Perchance she wears
each Hope of Fame. Virtue's vest.
When Want and cold Neglect had By unperceiv'd degrees she tempts to
chill'd thy soul, stray,
Athirst for Death I see thee drench the Till far from Virtue's path she leads the
bowl ! feet away.
Thy corpse of many a livid hue
On the bare ground I view,
Whilst various passions all my mind
engage; And fear before the Victim's eyes
Now is my breast distended with a Bid future woes and dangers rise.
sigh, But hark! their charms the voice, the
And now a flash of Rage lyre, combine-
Darts through the tear, that glistens in Gay sparkles in the cup the generous
my eye. Wine
Is this the land of liberal Hearts ! The mazy dance, and frail young
Is this the land, where Genius ne'er Beauty fires
Pour'd forth her soul-enchanting strain?
foe But soon to tempt the pleasures Well-skill'd to aim keen Humour's cease;
dart, Yet shame forbids return to peace,
Yet Butler felt Want's poignant And stern necessity will force
sting; Still to urge on the desperate course.
And Otway, Master of the The drear black paths of Vice the
Tragic art, wretch must try,
Whom Pity's self had taught to Where Conscience flashes horror on
Sank beneath a load of Woe ; Where Hate—where Murder scowl- This ever can the generous Briton where starts Affright!
hear, Ah! close the scene -ah! close -— for And starts not in his eye th' indignant dreadful is the sight.
Se fundos crilicama ni
Letters I 15-16