No More Learning

Alas! he knows not man's perfidious race,
By whose allurement simple birds are caught.
e'en man to man but rare/y is sincere :
The love profess'd is interested art. --
Though heavVs bright image on his brow appear,
Yet honest Robin boasts a purer heart.
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? Key to English Prosody. . 123.
693 . . . K.
oh! she was fair as l\lies of the vale :
Her voice was heav'n/j/: tin her faded cheek,
With racking pain and lengthen'd sickness pale,
Sat calm-ey'd faith, and patience ever meek.
Domestic love would watch the live-long day,
Smoothing her sleepless pillow : she, the while.
In thankful silence wore the hours away,
Reviving hope with ma-|-wy a ten-\-der smik.
694. -- To the Violet. . . .
'Ndw winter's dark and cheerless morns are past,
And Sol's warm relocating beams prevail.
JVoa> wandering o'er the trackless common's waste. .
To breathe the odors wafted tin the gale
From golden furze-broom or the primrose pale,
I spy thy azure gems, so lowly spread
Beneath some lonely thorn adown the dale,
Scarce rearing frtim the ground thy humble head.
695 . ? . ; .
Sueet Hope, that still, with fond delusive dreams,
Cheer'st the' sad heart, surcharg'd with grief and
care,
My anguish'd mind longs for those healing streams
Which flow from thee, and charm beyond compare.
oh! deign to visit then my lonely cell,
And breathe thy ia-\-Jiuence on \ my wearied soul:
Come, pleasing fiMtfrer, and smiling tell
That yet my hours in happiness shall roll;
That Fortune's copious tide again shall flow,
That friends shall smile, and enemies releut;
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? 124 Key to English Prosody.
That, as in years, in wisdom t shall grow,
And find each moment crown'd with sweet content.
696
Where silent woods their dreary shade extend,
And give new horrors to the gloom of night,
If chance the swain his fault'ring footsteps bend,
In terror pausing for some friendly light;
How joyous beats his heart, when, through the glade,
Piercing the clouds he sees the moon's mild ray!
onwa'rd he springs with light and vig'rous tread,
And hails the empress "Sf the fainter day.
Thus, while through life's uncertain paths 1 rove,
Should dark Despondence spread the gathering
gloom,
M ay Hope's soft lustre, streaming from above,
Dispel the bodtngs Hf a mournful doom. ,
697
Alone and pensive near some desert shore,
Farfrtfm the haunts of men, I love lb stray,
And cautiously my distant path explore,
Where never human footstep mark'd the way.
ParfrSm the public gaze I strive to fly,
and t% the winds alone my griefs impart,
While In my hollow cheek and haggard eye
Appears the fire that burns my inmost heart.
But, ah ! in vain to distant scenes I go;
No solitude my troubled thoughts allays.
MeLhinks, e'en things inanimate must know
The flame that on my soul in secret preys.
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6Q8
Autumn, farewell! I feel the icy breath
And numbing 'wvfluSnce of winter's reign.
Around how widely spreads the realm of death,
Usurping frolic pleasure's gay domain !
O'er eastern hills now slowly climbs the sun,
While hoary fogs besiege the dusky vale :
Now faintly shine his slanting beams at noon,
And only half-enlight&j'd is the dale.
Black clouds through heav'n in quick succession sail,
And darken all the solemn prospect round :
The forest murmurs tti the sullen gale:
The tempest sweeps along the naked ground.
699. -- To a Candle.
Hail, bright companion of my lonely hours,
My midnight sun with faintly glimm'ring ray !
To thee thy master now a sonnet pours:
Accept the verse: 'tis all the bard can pay.
When solemn darkness veils the silent earth, . ,
And Night with sable sceptre rules the plain,
What time pale Fear gives fancied spectres birth,
And imag'd horrors fill the vulgar brain ;
Then to my silent chamber 7 retire,
Where books and peaceful solitude invite;
With secret pleasure trim my cheerful fire,
and, from its flame, my frugal taper light.
More dear to me thy little quiv'ring rays,
Which scarce illume my silent study round,
Tluin the proud glare, where thousand torches blaze,.
And Mirth and Folly pour their mingled sound.
M3
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? 126 Key to English Prosody.
700 ^
Through dust in whirlwinds driv'n, inconstant seen,
Thick flash the swords: the frequent victim falls;
While, o'er his mangled trunk and ghastly mien,
Hosts trampling rush, where ma-\-mdc fu-\-ry calls.
Say, soldier, say, grim spectacle of pain,
What Siren lur'd the'efrb'm thy peaceful home,
To leave thy poor, thy small domestic train,
For toils of arms o'er bil-\-lowy deeps | to roam i
No beams of glory cheer thy hapless lot;
Thy name descends not to a future age--
Impell'd to combat for thou know'st not what,
And urg'd to slaughfer by another's rage.
Thy widow'd wife, thy orphan children weep,
And beg their scanty meal from door to door,
While, gash'd with wounds, thy limbs dishonor'd
And waste and moulder tin a foreign shore, [sleep,
701
Far from the iumull of the busy throng,
I court the silent grove's sequester'd shade;
and, as I view the tints of Phcebus fade,
T feel the hours drag heavily along.
' onward I stray, and, rapt in pensive gloom,
Muse on the varied ills of wayward life,
On falsehood's treach'rous wiles, ambition's strife,
And virtue hast'nu/g tV an early tomb.
702
ah! dear delights of youth, for ever fled !
ah! were I here once more a sportive child,
Again tins pebbled strand, these wood-w alks wild*
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And winding dells, with careless step I'd tread.
The de-\-vious wan-\-d'rings #/'maturer years
Would then no painful retrospect present;
Nor keen regret for time unwisely spent
Would fill my boding breast with anxious fears.
r 703. -- To a Red-breast.
In autumn's wane, thy sweetly-soothing lay,
Thy plaintive warblings, lull'd my cares to rest:
When winter came in gloomy horrors dress'd,
I saw thee silent tin the naked spray.
The trees again bedeck'd in fo-\-itage gay, ]
While rays reflected streak the w-\-seate West, |
Again thy cadence sooths my anxious breast,
And trills the ie-\-quiem of \ departing day.
704
The transient flow'rW is no sooner born,
Than, rip'ning fast, it hasfens tS decay :
Niirs'd by the dawning beams of blushing morn,
Its little year is clos'd at parting day.
And thus the life of man :--the lovely child
? Soon enters into youth's delightful spring;
Then stjiys a while, 'till Time, with rapid wing,
Impels him on to Age's dreary wikL
705
Man of the snowy tress&, tlidu must stray
Through waste unwaf^y, and o'er herbless hill,
Where blooms no blos<<wn, and where rolls no rill,
To cheer thy way to death, thy joyless way.
But youth, whose soul is hope, foresees no ill:
Trees arch his flow'ry path ; and landscapes gay
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? 128 Key to English Prosody.
Smile all around him, while the king of day
On shades melodious shines, and-valleys still.
Right owward looks he with that fearless eye,
Which sees not in (ulurtty a woe:
But age, that o'er joys past heaves ma-\-ny a sigh, ]
His fond aspiring thoughts shall soon bring low.
Trochaic Verses.
706
Laura's eyes, in soft dismay,
Chiding frowns would fain betray.
707
Hail to Pleasure's frolic train !
Hail to Fancy's golden reign !
Festive Mirth, and Laughter wild,
Free and sportive as the child ?
708. -- To the Sky-lark.
Sweetest warbler of the' skies,
Soon as morning's purple dies
O'er the eastern mountains float,
Wake me with thy merry note.
709. -- Written in a Garden.
Here, amidst this blest retreat,
May each fairy fix her seat:
May they weave their garlands here,
Ever blooming, ever fair
May the songsters tij the vale
Warble here the tender tale,
Pour the thrilling cadence sweet,
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Each blest habitant to greet.
May Pomona, ever gay,
Here her smiling gifts display,
and with autumn's mellow hoard
Heap the hospifa6/e board.
' 710
Where the rising forest spreads
Shelterfor the lordly dome,
To their high-built airy beds
See the rooks returning home.
7H
Haste, ye sister pow'rs of song!
Hasten from the shady grove,
Where the river rolls along
Sweetly to the voice of love;
Where, indulging mirthful pleasures,
Light you press the flow'ry green,
and from Flora's blooming treasures
Cull the wreath for fancy's queen.
712
Battle now with fury glows :
Hostile blood in torrents flows.
713
All her verdure earth resumes:
All its splendor heav'n illumes.
714
Thee the voice, the dance obey,
Temper'd to thy warbled lay.
715
Where her welcome step she turns,
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Pining Want no longer mourns :
Where her smiles the prospect cheer,
Anguish dries the falling tear.
716
Mental pleasures here you'll find--
Pleasures that adorn the mind.
Transient are the4 joys of sense :
They no solid bliss dispense.
717
Little trembler, fear no more :
Thou hast plenteous crops in store--
Seed, by genial sorrows sown,
More than all thy scorners own.
718
Lovely penifenf, arise :
Come, and claim thy kindred skies.
Come ! thy sister angels say,
Thou hast wept thy stains away.
719
Songster sweet, begin the lay,
Ever new and ever gay.
Bring the joy-inspiring wine,
Ever fresh and ever fine.
Gentle boy, whose nimble feet
Lightly move to cadence sweet,
Fill us quick the gen'rous wine,
Ever fresh and ever fine.
720
Let experience now decide
Twixt the good and evil tried,
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? Key to English Prosody.
w the smooth enchanted ground,
Say, unfold the treasure found
Seas that smoothly dimpling lie,
While the storm impends on high,
Showing, in an | obvious | glass,
Joys that in possession pass;
Transient, fickle, light and gay,
Flatt'ring only t~6 betray.
721
Sisters ! with prophetic breath,
Pour we now the dirge of death.
722
Will the stork, intending rest,
tin the billow build her nest ?
723
Hark! among yon aged trees
Wand'ring sighs the languid breeze.
724
Hast thou, o'er a parent's head,
Drops of filial fondness shed ?
725
Heav'n thy friendless steps shall guide,
Cheer thy hours, and guard thy side.
726
Faintly bray'd the battle's roar,
Distant, down the hollow wind.
Panting Terror fled before :
Wounds and Death were le? t behind.
727
" We our arms will still retain :"
Thus the noble king replied:
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? 132 Key to English Prosody.
" Mail and helmet sh&ll remain,
and the sword in slaughter died. "
728
By the' brook the shepherd dines,
Frttm the fierce meridian heat
Shelter'd by the' branching pines,
Pendent o'er his grassy seat.
729
But from mountain, dell, or stream,
Not a flutt'ring Zephyr springs,
Fearful, lest the noontide beam
Scorch his soft, his silken wings.
730
With the plant of love, the rose,
Let us tinge our sparkling wine:
With the fairest flow'r that blows,
Let us blushing crowns entwine.
731
in the monarch's hand, the blade
Cleft, like water, helms of brass,
While, above brave Hacon's head,
Sword and lance unhurtful pass.
732
See! the gallant band advances,
Glitt'ring sabres brandish'd high.
Hope in ev'ry bosom dances ;
Courage speaks in ev'ry eye.
733
Lovely, gay, fantastic creature,
Source of ev'ry joy and pain,
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Fair, imperfect work of nature,
Tender, credulous, and vain.
734. -- To the Rose.
Hail, thou sweet delicious flower!
Summer welcomes thee again
To my neat and pleasant bower--
Thee, the sweetest of he"r train.
735
While each old poetic mountain
Inspiration breath'd around,
Ev'ry shade and hallow'd fountain
Murmur'd deep a solemn sound.
736
Westward, with aeclining motion,
Sinks the sun, the king of day,
Early^/roOT the eastern ocean
To Emerge with golden ray.
737
Shall the budded rose expand,
the air its beauties wasting,
Cropp'd by no desiring hand,
None its early fragrance tasting?
7S8
Hence, mistaken fair, away !
Heed not what the Sirens say.
Measure, fleeting as lhZ wind,
Leaves remorse and pain behind.
739. -- To the Cricket.
Little inmate, full of mirth,
Chirping on my kitchen hearth,
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? 134 Key to English Prosody.
Wheresoe'er be thine abode,
Always harbinger of good--
Pay me, for thy warm retreat,
With a song more soft and sweet.
tn return, thou shalt receive
Such a strain as I can give
Neither night nor dawn of day
Puts a | penod \ to thy play.
Sing then, and extend thy span
Far beyond the date of man.
Wretched man, whose days are spent
in jepining discontent.
Lives not, aged though he be,
Half a span, compar'd with thee.
740
First her glossy ringlets trace:
Paint them soft, and black as jet:
and, if such thy mimic pow'r,
Paint them breathing ev'ry sweet.
Fictm the Milax-l-urtdnt \ cheek,
Peeping through her dusky hair,
Let the iv'ry forehead ris'e,
Brightly glitt'ring, smooth, and fair.
741. -- To Sleep.
Long in vain my eyes have sought thee.
Come, and bring the wish'd relief.
Come, and sooth my tortui'd bosom,
Sick at once with care and grief.
O'er my weary eye-lids stealing,
Steep my sense in long repose,
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From thy balmy pinions shedding
Kind oblivion o'er my woes.
Hope, beneath thy friendly shadow,
Sh&ll her fairy colors spread,
and, with welcome gay illusions,
once more dance around my head.
742
Lo! what tempests gather round,
Black and big with England's fate!
England ! rouse thee at the sound!
Lo ! the Gaul is at thy gate!
Ere the shaft of war be sped,
Meet it, and prevent the blow.
Pow'rs of Europe, leucl your aid,
To destroy the common foe.
Anapastic Verses.
743
The spirit of cAtvalry reign'd o'er the laws*,
When th'e glances of beauty decided the cause.
744
No arbour, no shade, and no verdure is stew ;
For the trees and the turf are all colors but green.
745
My temples with clusters of grapes I'll entwine:
* In these and tlie following anapacstics, I have contented my-
self with barely marking the lust syllable of each foot, for she
reason mentioned in the Prosody, under the bend of " Anapastic
Verses," page 34.
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? 136 Key to English Prosody.
And I'll barter all joys for a goblet of wine.
In search of a Venus, no longer I'll rmi;
But I'll stop, and forgeJ her, at Bacchus'es tun.
746 (See Nos. 754 and 755. ;
All bold and erecf, ev'ry rw/*fian we meet; [street.
And the coacAmen,in rremors, scarce trot through the
With a^oSrishing whip they once ga/lop'd along,
And crush'd out the soa& of the ieggarly throng.
Toyracture a leg was but rar&on'd a. joke,
While the cAariot was K>/<7r/ing through foam and
through smoke.
747
Let thein talk of the Seauties, the graces, that d&ell
In her shape, in her_/ace, in her air.
I, foo, of those ieaaties, those graces, could f<<7/:
But, aA. ' what avails that she's fair?
I could say, that, in nature, each emblem is faint,
To express all the charms of her_/ace.
Heryonw--oh ! 'tis a// that young fancy'can paint;
And her air, the per/ection of grace.
But thejfaSst of unfrjndness those blossoms can blight--
Each charm, each per/ection can sfat//--
Make the sa>eef-smiling Loves and the Graces take
And ease the fond fool of his pain. [flight,
Come, Mirth, and thy train! Of thy joys let me share--
Those joys that en/7ven the soh/.
With these, I'll forgef that my Phyllis is_/oir. --
Love and care shall be drown'd in the 6oay/.
748
Ye Pow'rs, who make Beauty and Flrtue your care. '
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Let no sorrow my Phyllis molest!
Let no blast of misfortune intrude on the fair,
To ru/fle the calm of her breast!
749
I have march'd, trumpets sounding, drums bearing,
flags J? ying,
Where the music of war drown'd the shrieks of the
750. -- Warranted Rasors. [dying.
" You warrant those rosors w h ich now I have bought? '--
" Yes, truly, I warrant them not worth agroaf. "
751. -- Robinson Crusoe.
I am monarch of all T surrey:
My right]there is none to dispwfe.
From the centre all round to the sea,
I am /ord of the fowl and the brute.
0 Solitude! a>Mt are. the charms
That sages have seew in thy face?
Better dwell in the midst of alarms.
Than reign. in this horrible place.
1 am owt of huwjanity's reach ;
I must /inish my Journey a/one,
Never /iear the sweet music of speech--
I start at the sound of my own
Society,friendship, and love,'
Dirindy bestow'd upon men . '
Oh ! had I the rt/wgs of a dove,
How soora would I taste you again! . . . .
Ye iclnds, that have made me your jpcirfj
Convey to this desolate shore
Some cordial endearing report
NS
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Of a land I shall risit no more.
752
Adieu to the woodlands, where, sportive and gay,
The caftle, light bounding, so frolicsome play.
758
Adieu to the woodlands, where oft I have roVd,
And sweetly coaoers'd with the friend that I /oVd.
754
How joy and content from our dwellings are ^eJ;
And iranf and disease are our Inmates insfead.
755
Now Ga/lia is riiin'd, and cAlvalry dead,
And the g/ory of jEiirope for ever is fed.
756
All order is lost: no disfinctions remain :
Crosses, riibons, and fitles, no rev'rence obtain.
757
All nations, all ages, all ranks, shall combine
In this war of benevolence, just and dirlne.
758
Though meteors from dunghills with lustre arise,
is the filth, left behind, like the flame in the skies?
759
At Pavia, a singular custom prevails,
To profecf the poor debtor from tariffs andjads.
760 [eye ;
Though my cAeeA may be pale, there's no gtiSf ia tny
And 'tis se/dom I g7t;e to sad mem'ry a sigh.
761
fiom/rlcnds and from coiiwtry you'll ;ot>n fly a/a/,
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? Key to English Prosody. 139
To camps and to havoc, to rage and to war. .
762
Though my aw/let was scant, I re/ne/nber'd his case,
Nor refus'd my hist eras? to his pitiful/are.
763
Where now shall I go, poor, forsaken, and blind?
Can I find one to gi^Y/e me, so faitMul and kind?
764 [more;
Then her //mis could support their faint ifirden no
And exhausted and oreafMess siic sunk on the floor.
765
The Ao/ter the fight, still the fiercer we grow:
We /ieea" not the /oss, so we co/iquer the/oe.
766
Come, axeew of the fairies, so fo<y and gay! [May.
We must crown you with flow'rs, as the daughter of
767 . -- The impressed Sai/or.
Because for my country I've rewtur'd my life,
I'm dragg'd, like a thief, from my Aome and my wife.
768. -- TheSoldia:
After /ware/ling all <7wj/, faint and hungry and sore,
I have lain down at w7gAf on the suamps of the woor,
Unsheher'd, and fore'd by fatigue to remain,
All chtll'd by the te'7wd, and benumb'd by the raw.
769. -- 0w a Vintner.
. The'rilest of compounds while /Jw/derdash vends,
And Area's his dear poison for <7/7 his good friends,
No^s'5/fder they never ean gef him to dine:--
He's (fruid they'll oblige him to drink his own wine.
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? 140 Key to English Prosody.
770
A letter the post has just brought from my irother;
And here I am seafed, to write him another.
If in rhlme l can dot, wo'n't it be very clever ?
And of r/<<ime I'm so fond, I could scrioble for <Fver.
771
Over aeed-cover'd fragments still /earless she pUss'd,
And arriv'd in the innermost rain at lust,
When the sound of a voice seem'd to rise on her ear.
Shepamd, and she llsten'd, all eager to hear.
772'
The eVffi is laid prostrate, beneuth whose hroad shade,
In childhood's blithe </<t^, I have gambol'd and playd.
No mire on its boughs the gay thrushes shall s/ng,
Nor goMtinclies A<<i7 the commencement of spring.
Depriv'd of their shelter, the wrSsical cncVr,
With regret, to the snarfe of the thickets retire.
773.