ODE XXVIII. LIFE. LIFE! the dear precarious boon! Soon we lose, alas! how soon! Fleeting vision, falsely gay! Grasp'd in vain, it fades away, Mixing with surrounding shades, Lovely vision! how it fades! Let the Muse, in fancy's glass, Catch the phantoms as they pass : See they rise! a nymph behold Careless, wanton, young and bold; Mark her devious, hasty pace, Antic dress, and thoughtless face, Smiling cheeks, and roving eyes, Causeless mirth, and vain surprizeTripping at her side, a boy Shares her wonder, and her joy; This is Folly, Childhood's guide, This is Childhood at her side. What is he succeeding now, Myrtles blooming on his brow, Bright, and blushing, as the morn, Not on earth a mortal born Shafts, to pierce the strong I view, Wings, the flying to pursue ; Victim of his power, behind Stalks a slave of human kind, Manhood, link'd by fate to Care. Fancy, close the prospect here ! Spare my eyes, my heart, the last. 130 Age-my future self—I trace ODE XXIX. MADNESS. BY THE REV. THOMAS PENROSE. SWELL the clarion, sweep the string, Let wood and dale, let rock and valley ring, 'Tis MADNESS' self inspires. Hail, awful MADNESS, hail! Thy realm extends, thy powers prevail, Far as the voyager spreads his 'ventrous sail. Nor best nor wisest are exempt from thee; Folly Folly's only free. Hark! To the astonish'd ear The gale conveys a strange tumultuous sound. Pride-Ambition idly vain, Revenge, and malice swell her train, Devotion warp'd-Affection crost― And injur'd Merit, with a downcast eye (Hurt by neglect) slow stalking heedless by. Loud the shouts of MADNESS rise, All seem to pierce the skies.— Rough as the wintry wave, that roars (Rage the burthen of his jarring song) In rage he grinds his teeth, and rends his streaming hair. No pleasing memory left-forgotten quite No sympathies like these his soul employ, -But all is dark within, all furious black despair. Not so the love-lorn Maid, By too much tenderness betray'd; Her gentle breast no angry passion fires, But slighted vows possess, and fainting, soft desires. |