No More Learning

For me, whom fate of ev'ry joy beguiles,
No music warble's, and no beauty smiles.
300
Blest ffiem'ry ! wafted by thy gentle gale,
oft tip the stream of time I turn my sail,
To view the fairy haunts of long-lost hours,
Blest with far greener shades, far fresher flow'i
301
I pity bashful men, who feel the pain
Of fancied scorn and qudeserv'd disdain,
And bear the marks, upon a blushing face,
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Of needless shame, and self-impos'd disgrace.
302
We come with joy from our eternal rest,
To see th' oppressor in his turn oppress'd
'Tis thus Omnipotence his law fulfils ;
And Vengeance executes what Justice wills.
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Philosophy, without her heav'nly guide,
May blow up self-conceit, and nourish pride,
But, while her province is the reas'ning part,
Has still a veil of midnight on her heart.
304. - The Christian.
He holds no parley with unmanly fears:
Where duty bids, he confidently steers,
Faces a thousand danger* at her call,
And, trusting in his God, surmounts them all.
305
Not numroiis are our joys when life is new ;
And yearly some are fall<<<g of the few.
306
With vain endeavour seek not thou to find
The secret counsels of almighty mind.
Involv'd in darkness, lies the great decree ;
Nor can the depths of fate be pierc'd by thee.
307
oh! wipe from Sorrow's cheek the falling dew
To you the sons of want their plaint renew.
Again the balm of kind relief impart,
And glad, with timely aid, the aching heart.
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308
Sweet is to me the morsel valour gains:
Sweet h the homely cup which freedom drains :
Sweet are the joys which independence knows;
And sweet revenge, wreak'd on insulting foes.
309
On parent's knees, a naked new-born child,
Weeping thou sat'st, while all around thee smil'cl.
So live, that, sinking In thy last long sleep,
Calm thou may'st smile, when all around thee weep.
310
Pleasures are few ; and fewer we enjoy :
Pleasure, like quidm/rer, is bright and coy:
We strive to grasp it with our utmost skill :
Stilt It eludes us, and it glitters still.
311
" Can this be true ? " an arch observer cries. --
" True! yes, 'tis true: I saw it with these eyej. "--
" Sir, i believe it on that ground alone:
I could not, had I seen it with my own. "
312
A tale should be judicious, clear, succinct;
The language plain, the incidents well link'd.
Tell not, as now, what ev'ry body knows;
And, new or old, still has/e<< to a close.
315.
Though in Vulcanian pnnop/y array'd,
His native weakness Vatroclus betray'd,
When, rashly tempting the unequal fight,
He fell beneath resistless Hector's might,
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By his supe-|-n'or prow-\-ess taught to know,
How difFrent real worth from empty show.
314
ph! could some poet rise, in wisdom bold,
And halt thy beatifies to the world unfold,
Roving on fancy's wing, thy fire impart,
And feel thy genius beaming on his heart--
J'd humbly wish, though vain the wish would be,
That some small portion might alight on me.
315. --To England, on the Roman Invasion.
Thy language, at this distant moment, shows,
How much the country to the conqu'ror owes:
Expressive, energefk, and refin'd,
It spar/c/es with the gems he left behind.
He brought thy hind a blessjwg, when he came :
He found thee savage, and he left thee tame.
316
The scenes of life, when present and confess'd,
Stamp but their bolder features on the breast:
Yet not an Image, when remotely view'd,
However tri-|-rta/, and | however rude,
But wins the heart, and wakes the social sigh,
With ev'ry claim of close affinity.
317
Each undw/ating vale rich harvests fill:
Fldw'rs deck the mead: trees crown the waving hill.
Oaks from their boughs a show'r of acorns throw :
Bees hoard their necfwr in the trunk below.
Large flocks, that spread, and whiten o'er the field,
Their fleecy tixhute to the shepherd yield.
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318. -- Sir Robert Walpole.
Thus was he fbrin'd to govern and to please:
Familiar greatness, dignity with ease,
Compos'd his frame: admir'd in ev'ry state,
In private amiable, in public great;
Gentle in pow'r, but daring in disgrace;
His love was liberty, his wish was peace.
319
High on his throne Darius tow'r'd in pride:
The fair Apame grac'd the sov'reign's side;
And now she smil'd, and now, with mimic frown,
Plac'd on her brow the monarch's sacred crown.
In transport o'er her faultless form he bends,
Loves ev'ry look, and ev'ry act commends.
320. --A Miser.
A rusty hat he wore, and threadbare cloak:
Hedin'd and supp'd at charge of other folk :
and by his looks, had he held out his palms,
He might be thought an object fit for alms.
So, to the poor if he refus'd his pelf,
Heus'd them full as kindly is himself.
321. --Androcles and the Lion.
His form terri/ie when the lion rears,
Half dead with fright, Id! androcles appears.
But, when his well-known face the lion views,
How soon his former friendship he renews!
The grateful brute lies fawning on the ground,
And licks the hand that erst had heal'd his wound.
322. --The Planet Jupiter.
Twelve times revolving earth her course must run,
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ere the vast planet journeys round. the sun.
Four radiant moons the mighty monarch guide,
And dance in bright succession by his side;
Eclipsing and eclips'd, around him move,
And light with ciianging beams the night of Jove.
Thus round the sacred oak, in ith garlands gay,
The rural virgins dance in bright array.
323
As those we love decay, we die in part:
String a/ier string is sevtr'dfrom the heart;
Till loosen'd life, at last but breathing clay,
Without one pang, is glad to fall away.
Unhappy he, who latest feels the blow,
Whose exes have wept o'er ev'ry friend laid low;
Dragg'd /iwg'ring on from partial death to death,
Till, dying, all he can resign, is breath.
324. -- The Post Horse.
ere his exhausted spir<<fs can return,
Or through his frame reviving ardor burn, [sore :
Came forth he must, though limping, maim'd, and
He hears the whip : the chaise ts at the door.
The collar tightens: and again he feels
His half-heal'd wounds inflam'd : again the wheels
With tiresome sameness in his cars resound,
O'er blinding dust, or miles of flinty ground.
Thus nightly robb'd, and injur'd ev'ry day,
His piece-meal murd'rers wear his life ayay.
325
The thrush, the blackbird -- all the tuneful throng,
That cheer the groves with their melodious song,
Ana narmjess spenu tnetr days--ye gunners'. spare.
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But the predacious tyrants of the air,
Whose fierce attacks the peaceful tribes annoy
On these, ye gunners ! all your skill employ.
326
Say, what is man, in his own proud esteem ?
Hear him -- himself the pott and the theme --
A monarch cloth'd with majesty and awe ;
His mind his kingdom, dud his will his law ;
Grace in his mien, and g\ory in his eyes ;
Supreme on earth, and worthy of the skies;
Strength in his heart, dominion in his nod ;
And, thunderbolts excepted, quite a god.
So sings he, charm'd with his own mind and form
The song magnificent, the theme a worm.
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That se^applauding bird, the peacock, see!
Mark what a haughty Pharisee is he.
Meridian sun-beams tempt him to unfold
His radiant glories, azure, green, and gold
He seems to say, " Ye meaner fowl, give place
t dm all splendor, dignity, and grace. "
Not so the pheasunf on his eliarms presumes,
Though he too has a glory in his plumes.
He, C/imtian-Iike, retreats, with modest mien,
To the close copse, or far-sequester'd green,
And shines, without, desiring to be seen.
328
Pldc'dftir'his trial, tin this bustling stage,.
From thoughtless youth to ruminating age,
Free in his will to choose or to refuse,
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Man may improve the crisis, tir abuse. . . .
Heav'nfrtSm above, and consciencefrtim within,
Cries in his startled ear, " Abstain from sin. "
The world around solid/s his desire,
And kindles in his soul a treach'rous fire,
While, all his purposes and steps to guard,
Peace fol\ows Virfue, as her sure reward ;
And Pleasure brings as sture/y in her train
Remorse and sorrow and vindictive pain.
329
The lapse of time and rirers is the same :
Both speed their journey with a restless stream.
The silent pace, with which they steal away,
No wealth can bribe, no pray'rs persuade to stay :
Alike irremeable both, when past;
and a wide ocean swallows both at last.
Though each resemble each in ev'ry part,
A diff'rence strikes at length the musing heart.
Streams never flow in vain : where streams abound,
How laughs the land, with various plenty crown'd!
But time, that should enrich the nobler mind,
Neglected, leaves a dreary waste behind.
380. -- Written in a hollow Tree.
To philosophic mental peace dispos'd,
Here in this hollow trunk I sit compos'd,
Far/rim the world, in this sequester'd cell,
Like old Diogenes, content to dwell;
Inspir'd to moralise, and trace the time ?
When thisence roap'ring oak wasin its prime,
When o'er the lawn its verdant branches spread,
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Though now, from age and mutilation, dead. . . . . . .
This relic then a temple now shall be
To those who love Arcadian scenes, like me;
Who hear with rapture all the warbling throng
Hail the sweet morn of spring with grateful song.
Iambics of Jive feet, or ten syllables, with examples of
Syneeresis.
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331
The fragrant bloss#/ns tif the vernal field
To artful bees melli-\-fluous es-|-sence yield.
332
A brave and \ir-\-tuous ve-\-teran was hj? ,
Who ne'er to foul dishonor bent the knee.
333 '
The a-l-/#e blooms, | when o'er'her tow'ring head
A hundred years their fost'ring dews have shed.
334
AVith hurried steps, she seeks the vale of death,
and, in deli-j-> ifitm wild, | resigns her breath.
335
The morning beams, that life and joy impart,
Shall with their genial m-\-Jluence warm \ my heart.
336
Then lightly from his lofty steed he flew,
And, one by one, he rais'd the sup-\-pUant crew. |
337
They strive, regard/ess of the spark divine,
In fashion's dim and trans-l-jewf beams | to shine.
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338
TKlSu wast the ve-|-r<<esf slave, | in days of yore,
That ever dragg'd a chain, or tugg'd an oar.
339
Whoe'er can lead a pa-I-M& statesA-m&n forth,
Replete with wisdom, fortitude, and worth. . . .
To him this golden chain and scarf I give.
His name, engrav'd with mine, shall ever live.
340
While Damocles, amid the pomp of state,
Enrapfwr'd at the regal banquet sate,
He spied the sword suspended o'er his head;
and, at the sight, all joy and pleasure fled.
Alarm'd, he starledjrom the sump-\-tuous board, |
And wish'd his humbler, safer, fare restor'd.
* 341
Has nature to my nerves that force denied,
With which my bap-l-pier fel-\-lows are supplied ?
Or does my shrinking mind, averse to toil,
From labor's duties lazily recoil?
No. ' to these limbs the boun-\-tcous hand | of heav'n
Of force a more than common share has giv'n:
Nor were their pow'rs, by indolence or pride,
To the severest claims of toil denied.
342. -- To Mrs. Siddons.
Expos'd to scenes where varied pleasure glows,
And all the lures which vice for beauty throws,
Tis thine, unhurt 'midst danger /# remain,
And, though thou feel'st its in-\-Jluence,prove | it vain.
Th' asbestos thus the pow'r of fire defies,
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And, 'midst its vitf/ewce, un-injur'd lies;
And, though destructive flames around it roar,
Quits the fierce furnace, perfect as before.
But whence canst thou with feet un-injur'd tread
The world's dire path, with burning ploughshares
spread ?
Whence can thy heart temptation's pow'r disdain,
While Envy's darts assail thy fame in vain ?
o'er thee Religion's shelt'ring pinions wave,
And Virtue guards the wreath that Justice gave.
Iambics of eight syllables, and of six, with alternate
rhime.
343
ah! what is life ? -- The road to death
Through anguish and dismay.
tils we inhale with ev'ry breath,
Along the devious way.
S44
Now the sweet songsters if the grove
Their matin hymns prepare,
Which, tun'd to gi&titude and love,
Their maker's pow'r declare.
345
At eve together still we rove,
The nightinga/e to hear,
Who sweetly chants the notes of love,
So tremu/owily clear.
346
The orphan too he cltfd and taught,
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The widow's wants reliev'd,
To prisons kind assistance brought,
Where captive debtors griev'd.
347
Yon hoi>eZ ts his drear abode,
Which scarcely shelter yields:
all day he sits beside the road,
Or slowly walks the fields.
348
Th' Elysian prospect round me glows,
With vernal hues o'erspread :
My heart with ecstasy o'erflows,
As these lov'd scenes I tread.
349
But now, by taste and judgement plann'd,
Throughout these scenes we find
The works of Art's improving hand
With ancient splendor join'd.
350. -- The Glow-worm.
Beneath the hedge, or near the stream,
A worm is known to stray,
That shows by night a lucid beam,
Which disappears by day.
351. -- The Antiquary.
A druid's sacred form he bore:
His robes a girdle bound :
Deep vers'd he was in ancient lore,
In customs old, profound.
By musty coins, old kings he'd trace,
And know their air and mien.
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King alfred he knew well by face,
Though George he'd never seen.
Iambics of eight syllables, and of six--with rhime only
to the shorter lines.
352
Could we our present wish obtain,
Should we contented rest ?
Perhaps that wish might fatal prove --
Lamented, if possess'd.
353
Ye faithful, come i triumphant come !
To Bethlehem repair.
Behold the king of angels born :
Adore the Lord with pray'r.
Now let the holy host of heav'n
The cheerful chorus raise :
Praise in the highest to the Lord :
Htm let all Motions praise.
Iambics of eight syllables, with alternate rhime.
354
Here stop, my soul, thy rapid flight,
Nor from the pleasing groves depart,
Where first great Mature charm'd my sight,
Where wisdom first iaform'd my heart;
355
In vain they search'd, the wretch to find,
Whose breast soft pity never knew ^
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Whose heart ne'er felt a joy refin'd,
But still from guilt its pleasure drew.
356
Why from the world so soon retir'd ?
To solitude why have you fled --
Your heart with love and friendship fir'd,
And dreams poefic in your head ?
357
Now morning came, and gentler gales ;
And hope again our bosoms cheer'd :
Gaily we trimm'd our tatter'd sails ;
And England's coast at length appe. ir'd.
358
Soon landed on the Gallic shore,
and tin parole allow'd to roam,
Hopeftll'd my faithful breast once more
With thoughts of thee and peaceful home.
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What, though the miser's painful hand
The rich Peruvian mines should drain ?
Could these one single joy command,
Or mlttgate one moment's pain ?
360
She, as her rapid thoughts arise,
Can each express in glowing phrase,
With charms, which Nature's self supplies
To all she does, to all she says.
361
The fervid source of heat and light,
Descending through the western skies,
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Though veil'd awhile from mortal sight,
Again with golden beam shall rise.
362
o'er the sad scene, in dire amaze,
She went, with courage not her own.
On ma-l-ny a corpse | she cast her gaze,
And turn'd her ear to ma-|-ny a groan. |
363
When first life s journey i began,
Unbarden'd with the load of care,
In thought with giant strides J ran
To scenes, that Fancy painted fair.
Already would my wishes fly
To ina-|-wy a great | and ar-\-duous height. |
Nought was too distant, nought too high,
To tempt my fancy's daring flight.
364. -- To a sleeping Infant.
Sleep, sleep in peace, seraphic boy,
Thou tender pledge of love sincere !
Thy wretched parents' only joy,
And now their only solace here
Sleep, smiling innocence, secure !
May heav'n's sustaining arm be near,
And aid thee calm/y to endure
The evils which await thee here.
365
New hay and hoHeyswckles lend
Their fragrance to the breathing vale ;
'While nameless flow'rs their odors blend,
and with their sweets the smell regale.
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366
Thy peerless charms, thy moral grace,
The pow'rs of fiction far excel.
Each beauty decorates thy face :
Within thee all the virtues dwell.
367
Dear dove-like kindness, soft regard,
And wit with loveliness combin'd --
At once our bonds and our reward--
Shall captives make of all mankind.
368
Some hapless wretch, to grief a prey,
With more than common woes oppress'd,
In sorrow pines the night away,
Uncheer'd by hope, by peace unbless'd
On thee I call,/air queen of night!
o silver Cyn-\-thia, hear | my pray'r!
Unveil thy radiance to my sight,
And guide me to the child of care.
369
Now Lucy, madd'wing with her woe,
In frantic rage her garments tore.
She wildly view'd the sea below,
Then headlong plung'd, to rise no more
Along the wave-worn beach they pass'd.
Some time their wand'ring search was vain.
Poor Lucy's corse they saw at last,
Where loose it floated on the main.
370
When loud and drear the tempests roar^
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When high the h\l-\-lowy moun-\-lp. \ns rise,
And headlong 'gainst the rocky shore,
Drtv'n by the blast, the vessel flies
Say, does the seaman's daring mind
Shrink from the angry frown of fate ?
Does he, to abject fear resign'd,
Th' impending stroke in silence wait ?
371. -- The Negro Slave.
Force, rS/'fian force, with guilty hands,
Has torn mefrtim my joys away,
Condemn'd to toil in distant lands,
And doom'd to weep each passing day.
The sounding whip, and clanking chain,
With horrid din disturb my rest;
And curses dire, from lips profane,
Shoot swdden terrors through my breast.
Divided far from all I love,
Remov'd from all my heart holds dear,
Death's sharpest pangs each day I prove,
And shed, each hour, the fruitless tear.
372
Gay Youth shall o'er their flutt'ring bands,
As chief, preside, attentive still
To watch thy nod, bear thy commands,
And execute thy mighty will.
Lid I from thy amarantine bow'r
Their host quick rushes at his call;
And soon shall each opposing pow'r
Beneath their conqu'ring legions fall.
Then, in thy silken fetters bound,
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Earth's various tribes, around thy throne,
Shall captive bow their heads to ground,
And thee their sov'reign ruler own.
E'en stubhom Mars, subdu'd, enchain'd,
Before thy shrine submiss shall kneel,
Shall rend the wreath by valour gain'd,
And sighing break the deadly steel.
Front earth his once-lov'd palm he'll tear,
With tears and gore and gall embru'd,
and, in its place, the myrtle rear,
With nectar's juice by thee bedew'd.
No more shall hts shrill clarion fire
With madd'ning notes the warrior train
To sate a tyrant's rav'ning ire,
And drench with kindred blood the plain.
Himself, amid th' embattled throng,
To the soft lute shall tune his lay,
And Lydian measures sweet prolong,
'Till frowning Discord hie away.
And, lo ! their louring knitted brows
Gradual J the adverse hosts unbend ;
Each heart relents; each bosom glows ;
Each hails his former foe a friend.
Now,jdind in Concord's flow'ry bands,
Joyous they shout the sacred name
Of BrorAer. ' and, uniting hands,
Eternal peace on earth proclaim.
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Iambics of eight syllables, with rhime only to the second
andfourth lines.
373
Wan was her cheek, her visage pale;
Yet sweetly beam'd her languid eye.
Her faded form still own'd a grace,
Which might almost with beauty vie.
374
The sea was calm, the sky serene,
And gently blew the eastern gale,
When Anna, seated on a rock,
View'd the Lavi-l-ma's /ess'-|-ning sail.
To heav'n she thus her pray'r address'd :
" Tfiou, wliS canst save, tir canst destroy,
From each surrounding danger guard
My much-lov'd little sailor boy. "
Iambics of five feet, or ten syllables, with alternate
rhime.
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Whither, lone a>owd'rer, whiter art thou flown ?
To what sequester'd bow'r or gloomy dell ?
Say, dost thou go where sorrosy ts unknown ?
Where trouble never enters, dist thou dwell ?
376
Faint gleams the ev'ning ra-\-dtance through | the sky:
The sober twilight dimly darkens round :
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In short quick circles, the shrill bat flits by;
and the slow aopor curls along the ground.
377
Ye sons of science ! quench the sacred fire :
For fame no more awake the yocal shell:
Let sordid gain your stooping souls inspire,
And bid the soaring dreams of Hope farewell.
378
Say, what your gifts, ye Muses, now avail,
The poet's feelings, and the poet's fire ?
But keener pangs they teach me to bewail:
But. deeper lamentafions they inspire.
379
Now Spring, diffusing gladness all around,
With smiles alluring courts the western breeze,
Her gayest flowers scatters o'er the ground,
And clothes in te-\-liage green | the spreading trees.
380
A friend I had : that friend is now no more.
His cold remains beneath the marble lie.
His loss with bitter anguish i deplore,
and to his mem'ry often heave a sigh.
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But, lo !