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Awhile the gods put off paternal care,
Let but his lordship write some poor lampoon, 15 Neglects the Earth, to give the Heavens a star. He's Horac'd up in doggrel like his own: Near thee, Alcides, shall the hero shine;
Or, if to rant in tragie rage he yields, His rays resembling, as his labours, thine. False Fame cries " Athens;* honest Truth
“ Had some fam'd patriot, of the Latian blood, “Moorfields." Like Julius great, and like Octavius good,
Thus fool'd, be flounces on through floods of ink; But thus preserv'd the Latian liberties, 380
Flags with full-sail; and rises but to sink. 20 Aspiring columns soon bad reach'd the skies: | Some venal pens so prostitute the bays, Loud los tbe proud capitol had shook,
| Their panegyrics lash; their satires praise. And all the statues of the gods had spoke."
So nauseously, and so unlike, they paint,
That led in triumph Porus and Tallard.
But such a shameless Muse must laughter move CLAREMONT:
That aims to make Salmoneus vie with Jove,
To forin great works, puts Fate itself to pain; ADDRESSED TO THE RIGHT HON. THE EARL OF | Ev'n Nature labours for a mighty man, CLARE, AFTERWARDS DUKE OF NEWCASTLE.
And, to perpetuate her hero's fame, Dryadem sylvas, saltusque sequamur
She strains no less a poet next to frame. Intactos, tua, Mæcenas, haud mollia jussa. VIRG. Rare as the hero's, is the poet's rage;
Churchills and Drydens rise but once an age. PREFACE.
With earthquakes towering Pindar's birth begun; They that have seen those two excellent poems And an eclipse produc'd Alcmena's son. of Cooper's-hill and Windsor-forest; the one by The sire of gods o'er Phoebus cast a shade; sir J. Denham, the other by Mr. Pope; will show But, with a hero, well the world repaid. a great deal of candour if they approve of this. No bard for bribes should prostitute his vein; It was written upon giving the name of Claremont Nor dare to flatter where he should arraign. 40 to a villa now belonging to the Earl of Clare. To grant big Thraso valour, Phormio sense, The situation is so agreeable and surprising, that Should indignation give, at least offence. it inclines one to think some place of this nature I hate such mercenaries, and would try put Ovid at first upon the story of Narcissus and From this reproach to rescue poetry. Echo. It is probable he had observed some spring Apollo's sons should scorn the servile art, arising amongst woods and rocks, where echos | And to court-preachers leave the fulsome part. were heard; and some-flower bending over the “What then”--you'll say,“Must notrue sterling stream, and by consequence reflected from it. Because impure allays some coin debase?" [pass, After reading the story in the third book of the Yes, praise, if justly offer'd, I'll allow; Metamorphosis, it is obvious to object (as an | And, when I meet with merit, scribble too. 50 ingenious friend has already done) that the re The man who's honest, open, and a friend, newing the charms of a nymph, of which Ovid Glad to oblige, uneasy to offend; had dispossess'd her,
Forgiving others, to himself severe;
Though earnest, easy; civil, yet sincere; - vox tantùm atque ossa supersunt,
Who seldom but through great good-nature errs; is too great a violation of poetical authority. 1 | Detesting fraud as much as flatterers; dare say the gentleman who is meant, would have 'T is he my Muse's homage should receive; been well pleased to have found no faults. There if I could write, or Holles could forgive. are not many authors one can say the same of: But pardon, learned youth, that I decline experience shows us every day that there are 1A name so lov'd by me, so lately thine. writers who cannot bear a brother should suc- When Pelham you resign'd, what could repair ceed, and the only refuge from their indignation A loss so great, unless Newcastle's heir? is by being inconsiderable; upon which reflection, Hydaspes, that the Asian plains divides, this tbing ought to have a pretence to their favour. | From his bright urn in purest crystal glides;
They who would be more informed of what re- But, when new-gathering streams enlarge his Jates to the ancient Britons, and the Druids their
course, priests, may consult Pliny, Ovid, and the other He's Indus nam'd, and rolls with mightier force; classic authors that have mentioned them. In fabled foods of gold his current flows,
And wealth on nations, as he runs, bestows. What frenzy has of late possess'd the brain ! Direct me, Clare, to name some nobler Muse, Though few can write, yet fewer can refrain. That for her theme thy late recess may choose; 70 So rank our soil, our bards rise in such store, Such bright descriptions shall the subject dress, Their rich retaining patrons scarce are more. Such vary'd scenes, such pleasing images, The last indulge the fault the first commit; That swains shall leave their lawns, and nymphs And take off still the offal of their wit.
their bowers, So shameless, so abandon'd, are their ways; And quit Arcadia for a seat like yours. They poach Parnassus, and lay snares for praise. But say, who shall attempt th' adventurous part None ever can without admirers live,
Where Nature borrows dress from Vanbrugh's art? Who have a pension or a place to give. 10 If, by Apollo taught, he touch the lyre, Great ministers ne'er fail of great deserts;
Stones mount in columns, palaces aspire, The herald gives them blood; the poet, parts. And rocks are animated with his fire. Sense is of course annex'd to wealth and power; 'Tis he can paint in verse those rising hills, 80 No Muse is proof against a golden shower. Their gentle valleys, and their silver rills;
Close groves, and opening glades with verdure No mitred priest did then with princes vie, 150
[bleed; / Nor o'er his master claim supremacy; Flowers sighing sweets, and shrubs that balsam Nor were the rules of faith allow'd more pure, With gay variety the prospect crown'd,
For being several centuries obscure. And all the bright horizon siniling round,
None lost their fortunes, forfeited their blood, Whilst I attempt to tell how ancient Fame For not believing what none understood. Records from whence the villa took its name. Nor simony, nor sine-cure, were known; In times of old, when British nymphs were Nor would the bee work honey for the drone. known
Nor was the way invented, to dismiss To love no foreign fashions like their own; Frail Abigails with fat pluralities. When dress was monstrous, and fig-leaves the But tben, in fillets bound, a hallow'd band 160 And quality put on no paint but woad; (mode,
ad. I mode. Taught how to tend the flocks, and till the land; Of Spanish red unheard was then the name Could tell what marrains in what months begun, (For cheeks were only taught to blush by shame); And how the seasons travellid with the Sun; No beauty, to increase her crowd of slaves,
When his dim orb seem'd wading through the air, Rose out of wash, as Venus out of waves; They told that rain on dropping wings drew near; Not yet lead-comb was on the toilet plac'd; And that the winds their bellow'ng throats would Not yet broad eye-brows were reduc'd by paste;
try, No shape-smith set up shop, and drove a trade When reddening clouds reflect his blood-shot eve: To mend the work wise Providence had made;
All their remarks on Nature's laws require Tires were unheard of, and unknown the loom, 100 More lines than would even Alpin's readers tire. And thrifty silkworms spun for times to come;
This sect in sacred veneration held
170 Bare limbs were then the marks of modesty; Opinions, by the Samian sage reveal'd; All like Diana were below the knee.
That matter po annihilation knows, The men appear'd a rough, undaunted race, But wanders from these tenements to those; Surly in show, unfashion'd in address;
For when the plastic particles are gone, Upright in actions, and in thought sincere; They rally in some species like their own; And strictly were the same they would appear.
| The self-same atoms, if new-jumbled, will Honour was plac'd in probity alone;
In seas be restless, and in earth be still; For villains had no titles but their own.
Can, in the truffle, furnish out a feast, None travell’d to return politely mad; 110 And nauseate, in the scaly squill, the taste. But still what fancy wanted, reason had.
Those falling leaves that wither with the year, 180Whatever Nature ask'd, their hands could give; Will, in the next, on other stems appear. Unlearn'd in feasts, they only eat to live.
The sap, that now forsakes the bursting bud, No cook with art increas'd physicians' fees, In some new shoot will circulate green blood. Nor serv'd up Death in soups and fricasees: The breath to-day that from the jasmine blows, Their taste was, like their temper, pnrefin'd; Will, when the season offers, scent the rose; For looks were then the language of the mind. And those bright flames that in carnations glow,
Ere right and wrong, by turns, set prices bore; Ere long will blanch the lily with a snow. And conscience had its rate like common whore; They hold that matter must be still the same, Or tools to great employments had pretence; 120 And varies but in figure and in name; Or merit was made out by impudence;
And that the soul not dies, but shifts her seat, 190 Or coxcombs look'd assurning in affairs;
New rounds of life to run, or past repeat. And humble friends grew haughty ministers; Thus, when the brave and virtuous cease to live, In those good days of innocence, here stood In beings brave and virtuous they revive. Of oaks, with heads unshorn, a solemn wood, Again shall Romulus in Nassau reign; . Frequented by the Druids, to bestow
Great Numa, in a Brunswick prince, ordain Religious honours on the Misseltoe.
Good laws; and halcyon years shall hush the The naturalists are puzzled to explain
world again. How trees did first this stranger entertain;
The truths of old traditions were their theme; Whether the busy birds ingraft it there: 130 Or gods descending in a morning dream. Or else some deity's mysterious care,
Pass'd acts they cited; and to come, foretold; As Druids thought; for, when the blasted oak | And could events, not ripe for fate, unfold: 200 By lightning falls, this plant escapes the stroke. | Beneath the shady covert of an oak, . So, when the Gauls the towers of Rome defac'd, | In rhymes uncouth, prophetic truths they spoke. And flames drove forward with outrageous waste, Attend then, Clare; nor is the legend long; Jove's favour'd capitol uninjur'd stood:
The story of thy villa is their song, So sacred was the mansion of a god.
The fair Montano, of the sylvan race, Shades bonour'd by this plant the Druids chose, Was with each beauty bless'd, and every grace. Here, for the bleeding victims, altars rose. His sire, green Faunus, guardian of the wood; To Hermes oft thev paid their sacrifice: 140 His mother, a swift Naiad of the fiood. Parent of arts, and patron of the wise.
Her silver urn supply'd the neighbouring streams, Good rules in mild persuasions they convey'd; A darling daughter of the bounteous Thames. 210 Their lives confirining what their lectures said. Not lovelier seem'd Narcissus to the eye; None violated truth, invaded right;
Nor, when a flower, could boast more fragrancy: Yet had few laws, but will and appetite.
His skin might with the down of swans compare, The people's peace they studied, and profest More smooth than pearl; than mountain-snow No politics but public interest.
more fair: Hard was their lodging, homely was their food; In shape so poplars or the cedars please; For all their luxury was doing good.
But those are not so-straight, nor graceful these: 290
His Rowing hair in unforc'd ringlets hung; 1 Sad Echo now laments her rigour more,
The fourth bright lustre had but just begun Soon as the evening shows a sky serene,
And, though to nothing wasted, voice remains. Those nymphs, that yield too soon, their charms So sung the Druids--then, with rapture fir'd, And prove at last but despicably fair. [impair, Thus utter what the Delphic god inspir'd: His own undoing glutton Love decrees;
« Ere twice ten centuries shall feet away, And palls the appetite he meant to please: A Brunswick prince shall Britain's sceptre sway. His slender wants too largely he supplies;
No more fair Liberty shall mourn her chains; Thrives on short mcals, but by indulgence dies. I The maid is rescu'd, her lov'd Perseus reigns,
A grot there was, with hoary moss o'ergrown, From Jove he comes, the captive to restore; Rough with rude shells, and arch'd with moulder- Nor can the thunder of bis sire do more. ing stone;
Religion shall dread nothing but disguise; Sad silence reigns within the lonesome wall, And Justice need no bandage for her eyes. And weeping rills but whisper as they fall; Britannia smiles, nor fears a foreign lord; 'The clasping ivies up the ruin creep,
Her safety to secure, two powers accord, nd there the bat and drowsy beetle sleep. 240 Her Neptune's, trident, and her monarch's sword:
This cell sad Echo chose, by love betray'd, Like him, shall his Augustus shine in atms, 310 A fit retireinent for a mourning maid.
Though captive to his Carolina's charms. Hither, fatigu'd with toil, the sylvan flies,
Ages with future heroes she shall bless; To shun the calenture of sultry skies;
And Venus once more found an Alban race, But feels a fiercer flame: Love's keenest dart
“ Then shall a Clare in honour's cause engage: Finds through his eyes a passage to his heart. Example must reclaim a graceless age. Pensive the virgin sate with folded arms,
Where guides themselves for guilty views mislead Her tears but lending lustre to her charms. And laws even by the legislators bleed; , With pity he beholds her wounding woes;
His brave contempt of state sball teach the proud, But wants himself the pity he bestows. 250 None but the virtuous are of noble blood :
"Oh whether of a mortal born!” he cries; Por tyrants are but princes in disguise, 320 “Or some fair daughter of the distant skies; | Though sprure: by long descents from Ptolemies. That, in compassion, leave your crystal sphere, Kight he shall vindicate, good laws defend; To guard some favour'd charge, and wander here: | The firmest patriot, and the warmest friend. Slight not my suit, nor too ungentle prove; Great Edward's order early he shall wear; But pity one, a novice yet in love.
New light restoring to the sully'd star.
Still finding future subjects for the Muse;
260 The place shall live in song, and Claremont be Full thrice three days he lingers out in grief,
TO THE LADY LOUISA LENOS: Invoking thus his kindred deities :
witni ovid's EPISTLES. “ Haste, parents of the flood, your race to 1. mourn;
In moving lines these few Epistles te!! With tears replenish each exhausted urn; What fate attends the nymph that likes too well: Retake the life you gave, but let the maid How faintly the successful lovers burn; Fall a just victiin to an injur'd shade.”
And their neglected charms how ladies mouro, More he endeavour'd; but the accents hung The fair you 'll find, when soft entreaties fail, Half form'd, and stopp'd unfinish'd on his tongue.” | Assert their uncontested right, and rail.
For him the Graces their sad vigils keep; Too soon they listen, and resent too late; Love broke his bow, and wish'd for eyes to weep. 'Tis sure they love, whene'er they strive to ha What gods can do, the mournful Faunus tries; | Their sex or proudly shuns, or poorly craves; A mount erecting where the sylvan lies.
Commencing tyrants, and concluding slaves. The rural powers the wondrous pile survey,
In differing breasts what differing passions glow! And piously their different honours pay.
Ours kindle quick, but yours extinguish slow. Th' ascept with verdant herbage Pales spread; The fire we boast, with force uncertain burns, And nymphs, transform'd to laurels, lent their And breaks but out, as appetite returns: Her stream a Najad from the basis pours; (shade. But yours, like incense, mounts by soft degrees, And Flora strews the summit with her flowers. And in a fragrant flame consumes to please. int Latmos claims pre-eminence,
Your sex, in all that can engage, excel; Wheu silver Cynthia lights the world from thenee. And ours in patience, and persuading well,
Impartial Nature equally decrees :
| Her air an easy confidence must show,
And be the Juliana of the age,
TO THE DUTCHESS OF BOLTON, Let rash admirers your keen lightning fear; ON HER STAYING ALL THE WINTER IN THE 'Tis bright at distance, but destroys if near.
COUNTRY. The time ere long, if verse presage, will come,
CEASE rural conquests, and set free your swains, Your charms shall open in full Brudepell bloom.
To dryads leave the groves, to nymphs the plains. All eyes shall gaze, all hearts shall homage vow,
In pensive dales alone let Ecbo dwell. And not a lover languish but for you. [crown'd,
And each sad sigh she hears with sorrow tell. The Muse shall string her lyre, with garlands
Haste, let your eyes at Kent's pavilion shine, And each bright nymph shall sicked at the sound.
It wants but stars, and then the work's divine. So, when Aurora first salutes the sight,
Of late, Fame only tells of yielding towns, Pleas'd we behold the tender dawn of light;
Of captive generals and protected crowns, But, when with riper red she warms the skies,
Of purchas'd laurels, and of battles won, In circling throngs the wing'd musicians rise,
Lines forc'd, states vanquish'd, provinces o'er-run, And the gay groves rejoice in symphonies.
And all Alcides' labour summ'd in one... Each pearly fower with painted beauty shines;
The brave must to the fair now yield the prize, And every star its fading fire resigns.
And English arms submit to English eyes :
Though each a goddess, or a Sunderland.
TO THE DUKE OF MARLBOROUGH, MY LORD,
ON HIS VOLUNTARY BANISHMENT. OUR poet's rules, in easy numbers, tell,
Go, mighty prince, and those great nations see, He felt the passion he describes so well. . | Which thy victorious arms before made free; In that soft art successfully refind,
View that fam'd column, where thy name engrav'd Though angry Cæsar frown'd, the fair were kind. Shall tell their children who their empire sav'd, More ills from love, than tyrant's malice, flow; Point out that marble where thy worth is shown, Jove's thunder strikes less sure than Cupid's bow.
To every grateful country but thy own. Ovid both felt the pain, and found the ease:
O censure undeserv'd! unequal fate! Physicians study most their own disease.
Which struve to lessen him who made ber great: The practice of that age in this we try,
Which, pamper'd with success and rich in fame, Ladies would listen then, and lovers lie.
Extoll'd his conquests, but condemn'd his name. Who fatter'd most the fair were most polite,
But virtue is a crime when plac'd on high, Each the aght her own adınirer in the right:
Though all the fault's in the beholder's eye; To be but faintly rude was criminal,
Yet he, untouch'd as in the heat of wars, But to be boldly so, aton'd for all.
Flies from no dangers but domestic jars, Breeding was banish'd for the fair-one's sake,
Smiles at the dart which angry Envy shakes, The sex ne'er gives, but suffers ours should take. And only fears for her whom he forsakes:
Advice to you, my lord, in vain we bring; | He grieves to find the course of virtue cross'd, The flowers ne'er fail to meet the blooming Spring. Blushing to see our blood no better lost; Though you possess all Nature's gifts, take care; Disdains in factious parties to contend, Love's queen bas charms, but fatal is her snare. And proves in absence most Britannia's friend.
On all that goddess her false smiles bestows; | So the great Scipio of old, to shun As on the seas she reigns, from whence she rose. That glorious envy whicb bis arms had won, Young Zephyrs sigh with fragrant breath, sostgales Par from his dear, ungrateful Romne retir'd, Guide her gay barge, and swell the silken sails: Prepar'd, whene'er his country's cause requir'd, Each silver wave in beauteous order moves, | To shine in peace or war, and be again adnir'd. Fair as her bosom, gentle as her doves; But he that once embarks, too surely finds A sullen sky, black storms, and angry winds; Cares, fears, and anguish, hovering on the coast,
TO THE EARL OF GODOLPHIN. And wrecks of wretches by their fully lost.
When coming time shall bless you with a bride, | WHILST weeping Europe bends beneath her ills, Let passion not persuade, but reason guide; | And where the sword destroys not, famine kills; Instead of gold, let gentle truth endear;
Our isle enjoys, by your successful care, She has most charms who is the most sincere. The pomp of peace, amidst the woes of war. Shun vain variety, 'tis but disease;
So much the public to your prudence owes, Weak appetites are ever hard to please.
You think no labours long for our repose:
' A gallery at St. James's.
ес VOL. IX.
Such conduct, such integrity are shown,
O! noble passion, to your country kind, There are no coffers empty but your own. To crown her with-the refuse of mankind.
From mean dependance, inerit you retrieve, As if the new Rome, which your schemes unfold, Unask'd you offer, and unseen you give:
Were to be built on rapine like the old, Your favour, like the Nile, increase bestows, | While her asylum openly provides And yet conceals the source from whence it flows. For every ruffian every nation hides. No pomp, or grand appearance, you approve: Will you still tempt the great avenger's blow, A people at their ease is what you love:
And force the bolt--which he is loath to throw; To lessen taxes, and a nation save,
Have there too few already bit the plains, Are all the grants your services would have. To make you seek new Prestons and Dumblains ? Thus far the state-machine wants no repair, | If vengeance loses its effects so fast, But moves in matchless order by your care; Yet those of mercy sure-should longer last. Free from confusion, settled and serene;
Say, is it rashness or despair provokes And, like the universe, by springs unseen. | Your harden'd hearts to these repeated strokes;
But now some star, sinister to our prayers, Reply:- Behold, their looks, their souls declare, Contrives new schemes, and calls you from affairs: All pale with guilt, and dumb with deep despair. No anguish in your looks, or cares appear,
Hear then, you sons of blood, your destin'd fate, But how to teach th unpractis'd crew to steer. Hear, ere you sin too soon-repent too late. Thus, like a victim, no constraint you need, Madly you try to weaken George's reign, To expiate their offence by whom you bleed. And stem the stream of Providence in vain. Ingratitude's a weed of every clime,
By right, by worth, by wonders, made our own, It thrives too fast at first, but fades in time. The hand that gave it shall preserve his throne. The god of day, and your own lot's the same; As vain your hopes to distant times remove, The vapours you have rais'd obscure your flame: To try the second, or the third from Jove; But though you suffer, and awhile retreat,
For 'tis the nature of that sacred line, Your globe of light looks larger as you set. To conquer monsters, and to grow divine.
ON HER MAJESTY'S STATUE
ON THE KING OF SPAIN.
Pallas, destructive to the Trojan line, (vine:
| WRITTEN FOR THE TOASTING-GLASSES OF THE Ungrateful country! to forget so soon,
CARLISLE's name can every Muse inspire; For thee she sheath'd the terrours of her sword, To Carlisle fill the glass, and tune the lyre. For thee she broke her general and her word: With his lov'd bays the god of day shall crown For thee bør mind in doubtful terms she told, A wit and lustre equal to his own. And learn'd to speak like oracles of old. For thee, for thee alone, what could she more?
THE SAME. She lost the honour she had gain'd before;
At once the Sun and Carlisle took their way, Lost all the trophies, which her arms had won
To warm the frozen north, and kindle day; (Such Cæsar never knew, nor Philip's son);
The flowers to both their glad creation ow'd,
Their virtues he, their beauties she bestow'd.
From Belgia's happy clime Britannia drew;
One pregnant cloud we find does often frame
The awful thunder and the gentle dew.
The health's engaging and divine,
There is no climate which you have not sought, in her chaste lips these blushing lie, Where tools of war, aud vagrant kings are bought; And those her gentle sighs supply.