If to spurn at noble praise Be the passport to thy heaven, Follow thou those gloomy waysNo such law to me was given; Nor, I trust, shall I deplore me, Faring like my friends before me; Nor an holier place desire Than Timoleon's arms acquire, And Tully's curule chair, and Milton's golden lyre. [From Pleasures of the Imagination.] THE DEVELOPMENT OF POETIC AND ARTISTIC CREATIONS. By these mysterious ties, the busy power Of memory her ideal train preserves Entire; or when they would elude her watch, Reclaims their fleeting footsteps from the waste Of dark oblivion; thus collecting all The various forms of being, to present Before the curious eye of mimic art Their largest choice: like Spring's unfolded blocas Exhaling sweetness, that the skilful bee May taste at will from their selected spoils To work her dulcet food. For not the expanse Of living lakes in summer's noontide calm, Reflects the bordering shade and sunbright heavens With fairer semblance; not the sculptured gold More faithful keeps the graver's lively trace, Than he whose birth the sisterpowers of art Propitious viewed, and from his genial star Shed influence to the seeds of fancy kind, Than his attempered bosom must preserve The seal of nature. There alone, unchanged Her form remains. The balmy walks of May There breathe perennial sweets: the trembling chord Resounds forever in the abstracted ear, Melodious; and the virgin's radiant eye, Superior to disease, to grief, and time, Shines with unbating lustre. Thus at length Endowed with all that nature can bestow, The child of fancy oft in silence bends O'er these mixed treasures of his pregnant breast With conscious pride. From them he oft resolves To frame he knows not what excelling things, And win he knows not what sublime reward Of praise and wonder. By degrees the mind Feels her young nerves dilate: the plastic powers Labor for action: blind emotions heave His bosom; and with loveliest frenzy caught, From earth to heaven he rolls his daring eye, From heaven to earth. Anon ten thousand shapes, Like spectres trooping to the wizard's call, Flit swift before him. From the An object ascertained: while thus informed, The various objects of his mimic skill, The consonance of sounds, the featured rock, The shadowy picture, and impassioned verse, Beyond their proper powers attract the soul By that expressive semblance, while in sight Of nature's great original we scan The lively child of art; while line by line, And feature after feature, we refer To that divine exemplar whence it stole Those animating charms. Thus beauty's palm Betwixt them wavering hangs: applauding love Doubts where to choose; and mortal man aspires To tempt creative praise. [From Pleasures of the Imagination.] RICHES OF A MAN OF TASTE. WHAT though not all Of mortal offspring can attain the heights Of envied life; though only few pos sess Patrician treasures or imperial state; Yet nature's care, to all her children just, With richer treasures and an ampler state. Endows, at large, whatever happy man Will deign to use them. His the city's pomp, The rural honors his. Whate'er adorns The princely dome, the columnn and the arch, The breathing marbles and the sculptured gold, Beyond the proud possessor's narrow claim, For him, His tuneful breast enjoys. the Spring Distils her dews, and from the silken gem Its lucid leaves unfolds: for him, the hand Of Autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming gold, and blushes like the morn. Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings; And still new beauties meet his lonely walk, Not a And loves unfelt attract him. breeze Flies o'er the meadow, not a cloud imbibes The setting sun's effulgence, not a strain From all the tenants of the warbling shade Ascends, but whence his bosom can partake Fresh pleasure unreproved. Nor thence partakes Fresh pleasure only: for th' attentive mind. By this harmonious action on her powers, HAVE you not heard the poets tell How came the dainty Babie Bell Into this world of ours? The gates of heaven were left ajar: With folded hands and dreamy eyes, Wandering out of Paradise, She saw this planet, like a star, She touched a bridge of flowers, those feet So light they did not bend the bells Of the celestial asphodels! They fell like dew upon the flowers, Then all the air grew strangely sweet! And thus came dainty Babie Bell Into this world of ours. Hung in the glistening depths of She came and brought delicious May, O Babie, dainty Babie Bell, Now fair she grew from day to day! What woman-nature filled her eyes, What poetry within them lay: Those deep and tender twilight eyes, So full of meaning, pure and bright As if she yet stood in the light Of those oped gates of Paradise. And so we loved her more and more; Ah, never in our hearts before Was love so lovely born. The land beyond the morn. We said, Dear Christ! — Our hearts bent down Like violets after rain. And now the orchards, which were white And red with blossoms when she came, God's hand had taken away the seal, She never was a child to us, It came upon us by degrees: And all our hopes were changed to fears, And all our thoughts ran into tears At last he came, the messenger, Were rich in autumn's mellow And what did dainty Babie Bell ? |