At the sound of her roice, Sorrow lifts up his head,
And Poverty /Is/ens well pleas'd from his shed:
Evennoobling
along,
Beats time with his crutch to the fwne of her song.
And Poverty /Is/ens well pleas'd from his shed:
Even
Beats time with his crutch to the fwne of her song.
Carey - 1796 - Key to Practical English Prosody
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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? Key to English Prosody.
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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? Key to English Prosody. \3o
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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? Key to English Prosody. 1. 07
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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? ]38 At;/ to English Prosody.
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. -- Woman.
'Tis avoman, whose charms ev'ry rapture imporf,
And add a soft spring to the pw/se of the heart.
The miser himself-- so supreme is her sway--
Grows a convert to love, and resigns her his key.
At the sound of her roice, Sorrow lifts up his head,
And Poverty /Is/ens well pleas'd from his shed:
Evennoobling
along,
Beats time with his crutch to the fwne of her song.
774
We cheerfully hope in our coftage to find
The fransport of life and the solace of mind.
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There Nature with beauty uniorrow'd may shine,
And read, through all seasons, some lecture divine;
Excise the am&ilion by wisdom pursu'd,
And point, from his gifts, to the giver of good.
There friends, ever are/come, glad rfsits shall pay,
And bocks shall the science of ages display.
775. -- To . a Daughter, mth a Chaplet of Flowers.
A garland more feeawteous thy breast may adorn,
Than courts the soft aeay-drops of May's lucid morn,
If, niild and g&od-Awmour'd, ob/Iging and kind,
The fruits of the heart aid the blossoms of mind.
If duty and love join with spirit and ease,
They form the dear cAaplet that ever will please.
Wear these in your iosoin, my st^ee? little Jane!
And thef/bw'rs, that we prize, will un/aded remain.
Though Aeauty may vanish, and/ortune grow cold,
Yet the garland of zlrtue will never wax bid.
776
Oh ! burn the tall heath Which now waves in the gale:
Let nought but the war-songs of erin prevail.
The prows of the strangers now sa>>e// the green wave:
Vnsheath then, ye //eroes, the sword of the brave.
Chase the deer of black ikforvern far, far from the
'Till the iawquet of Death and of odin is o'er. [shore,
Ye bards, sing the oeea's of our fathers olbid,
And roiise to new g? ory the brave and the bold. . . .
The Aeroes shall sfa>f from the Aeaf -cover'd dell,
Defermin'd to fall as theii. y'o/efathers fell.
Bend the bbzc, ye bold hunters of Co/na's dark plain!
liejbice in the strength of your arrows agaiw.
The spears of the srrawgers now darken the sky:
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? 142 Key to English Prosody.
Thrice the eagle has shriek'd, and dread odin is nigh.
777
The beauties, so tare, that my Phi/His adorn,
Are in/erior to those of her mind.
She siiccours the <<ged and orphan forlorn,
And to all the afflicted is ftlnd. "
778
A vot'ry of Fancy, to passion a s/<<ce,
With a heart that's unconscious of guile,
I shall e'er be the dupe of each mean plodding knave,
And the prey of each ti/lain's dark wile.
779
Ah >>ie. ' cried a >>i<<iden: ah ! where can I fly,
For aid, from a fe/npest so wild?
My s/ern rigid sire, can you noa> mock the-sigh
Of your poor, houseless, slandering child?
780
I ffflderly soofA ev'ry sorrow and care:
To ease thee, unwearied I toil. <
The fish of the stream by my r<</es I ensnare,
The meads of their flowers despoil
781
When wide o'er the woodlands our/orefathers stray'd,
As iu. de a's the rocfe of our ts/e,
Fair Liberty aanton'd a<<'o<<g the deep glade,
And deck'd ev'ry face with a smile.
782
To we the wide world is a desolate waste,
Where . Fortune has doom'd me to roam,
A care-haunted pilgrim, expos'd to the blast,
And denied a companion or home.
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783
Hence, hence, vain il/wsions ! fond visions of joy!
No more shall you reign in my breast.
No more can the frozen of my Phyllis annoy:
No more can her smile make me blest. . . . . .
Young StrepUon, iesolv'd to shake off the soft chain,
Thus sdwg, the gay shepherds among.
But s^c/t is his triumph : for, see! o'er the plain,
His Phyllis trips lightly along
784
The trees borrow tints'from the blush of young Morn,
As their beainiful bliom they expand to the gale,
Where they sAadow the path, and the cottage adorn .
Of emma, sweet emvna, the pride of the ru/e.
785
Stern Winter has stripp'd of their /honors the frees,
And strew'd blighted Zie<mies in rSin around:
Now the pride of the K'oodland is foss'tZ by the breeze;
And in strong icy chains the still streamlet is bound.
786
1 have seen, as Ipas/d, how the rose, blushing gay,
To the gale of the ? >Jorwing her bosom display d:
I retarn'd: but her 6e<<wties hadyaded away ;
And the pr/t/e of the morn, ere the ev'ning, was dead.
787
The /ooft, that spoke gladness and ae/come, was gone:
Thei/aze, that shone bright In the Aa//,was no more:
A stranger was t/rm', with a Sosom of stowe ;
And co/V/ was his look, as I enter'd his door.
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? 144 Key to English Prosody.
788
Between nose and eyes, a strange co/itest arose ;
The spectacles set them unAappiry wrong :
The point in dispute was, as iv'ry one knows,
To which the said spectacles ought to belong
So his /orriship decreed, with a gnk'e solemn tone,
Decisive and clear, without one iv or but,
That, whenever the nose put his spectacles on,
By ^y-light or Ctf<<dle-light, eyes should be shut.
789
How sweet to the heart is the thought of to-wiorrow,
When Hope's fairy pictures bright colors display!
How sweet, when we can from futurity iorrow
A balm, for the. griefs that afflict us to-day!
790
From his oosom that heav'd, the last 'orrent was
streaming;
And pale was his rzsage, deep mark'd with a scar;
And dim was that eye, once expressively learning,
That melted in lore, and that A'Twdled in war.
791
Upon the w ide world I was cast,
A poor little /athcrlcss boy ;
But Fortune, kind Fortune, at last,
Has turnd all my sorrow to joy.
792. -- Diana.
The c/<<zse while shefollows, TaJ/getn? sounds
With the wo? es of the horn, and the cry of the hounds.
793
Throughout" your whole AoKsehold let order presu/c;
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? Key to English Prosody. 145
For order with priidence is ever allied.
794
For moments departed, ah ! ne'er to refwrw--
For scenes of past bliss, un-availing, we mourn;
When ourselves and our little ones, blooming with
Were oijects of envy to /redolent fVeulth; [health,
When innocent sports, at the close of each day,
Could Danish our cares and our sorrows away.
Ah ! when will sweet pastime rerisit the plain,
And joy and content smile around us again?
795 [vale,
When the stroke of the awomau had ceas'd in the
And night's lonely ffi'arbler commenc'd her sweet
A Aeart-broken maiden repeated her tale, [song,
And sigh'd to the stream, as it mwrmur'd along.
Blank Verse -- Iambic.
796
oh! had i but the envied pow'r to choose
My home, no sound of city bell should reach
My ear, nofe'en the cannon's thund'ring roar.
797
Pleasant to see the lab'rer homeward hie
Light-hearted, as he thinks his hastening steps
Will soon be welcom'd by his children's smile.
798 .
ah! who can paint the raptur'd mother's joy,
When first her lovely infant, quiv'iing, leaps
With outstretch'd arms, to meet her fond embrace ?
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? 146 Key to English Prosody.
799
Now,from the burning firmament, the sun
Each cloud has driv'n: with universal light
Blazing, the earth repels the dazzled eye.
800
Amid the nightly prowlers of thy wilds,
Britain, man walks secure; in all their tribes,
None form'd to bid him tremble, none to aim
Talon or fang against their rightful lord.
801
Thus, whe"n his host o'er Alps, oppos'd in vain,
The Carthaginian led, the last ascent,
Lab'ring o'er ice-built rocks, as now they trod,
Gasping for breath, the way-worn vny-\-riads parts d.
802
Knowledge and wisdom, far from being one,
Have 5/if-times no connexion. Knowledge dwells
In heads replete with thoughts of other men,
Wisdom in minds attendee to their own.
803
Ope vernal eve, as, rapt in lonely thought,
He trae'd his confines,frSm the bord'ring waste
An aged man came forth : his tott'ring steps,
With looks of filial love, a maiden watch'd.
804
Hypocrisy, detest Mr as we may,
May claim this merit still, that she admits
The worth of what she mimics with such care,
And thus gives t>mue indirect applause.
805
But, ere we part, my friend, let us ascend
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Yon stately mountain, and trace back our course.
Easy th'ascent, and vaa-\-ny a grate-\-ful herb
Has Nature scatter'd round with lavish hand.
806
There are, whom humbler walks delight: their feet
Can visit the close cot, where Poverty
Sits patient, and where industry, retir'd
From daily toil, inhales the poison'd air.
807
Sweet babe! oh! may'st thou ever sleep as sound,
As softly smile, while o'er thy little bed
Thy mother sits, with fascinated gaze
Catching each placid feature's sweet expres-l-sie/*.
808
How fleet the falcon's pinion in pursuit !
Less fleet the linnet's flight. Alas! poor bird!
Weary and weak is now thy flagging wing,
While close and closer draws the eager foe.
809. -- Spring.
YVhen now th' imprison'd leaves and waking flow'rs
Burst from their tombs, the birds, that lurk'd unseen
Amid th' hybernal shade, in busy tribes
Pour their forgotten multitudes, and catch
New life, new rapture, from the smile of Spring.
810
Then may'st thou bear the passing scene in peace,
Secure, beyond the tomb, of nobler life,
Where error, vice, and pain, shall be no more,
But perfect wisdom, &nd untainted bliss,
Fill t/ie vast soul, and crown th' eternal scene. .
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? 148 Key to English Prosody.
811
Now the unsullied stream, from April show'rs
Refin'd, each sparkling pebble shows, that decks
Its botrom, and each scaly habitant
Quick glancing in the shallows, or, in quest
Of plunder, slowly sailing in the deep.
812
How soft the music oflhe village hells
tailing at Intervals upon the ear
In cadence sweet, now dying all away,
Now pealing loud again, and louder still,
Clear and sonorous, as the gale comes ow.
813
High rides the moon amid the fleecy clouds,
That glisren, as they float athwart her disk.
Sweet is the glimpse that,for a moment, plays
Among these mould'ring vinnacles. But, hark
That dismal cry ! it is the wailing owl.
814. -- Young Birds stolen from the Nest.
Meantime the younger victims, one by one,
Drop off, by care destroy'd, and food unfit.
Perhaps one, har-l-d. ier than | the rest, survives.
And, 'tween the wicker bars, with fading weeds
Entwin'd, hung at some lofty window, hops
From stick to stick, his small unvaried round.
815. -- To Fancy.
Friend of my lonely hours ! thou lead&f me
To such calm joys, as Nature wise and good
Proffers in vain to all her wretched sons--
Her wretched sons, who pine with want, amid
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Th' abundant earth, and blindly bow them down
Before the Moloch shrines of wealth and pow'r.
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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? Key to English Prosody. \3o
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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? Key to English Prosody. 1. 07
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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? ]38 At;/ to English Prosody.
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. -- Woman.
'Tis avoman, whose charms ev'ry rapture imporf,
And add a soft spring to the pw/se of the heart.
The miser himself-- so supreme is her sway--
Grows a convert to love, and resigns her his key.
At the sound of her roice, Sorrow lifts up his head,
And Poverty /Is/ens well pleas'd from his shed:
Even
Beats time with his crutch to the fwne of her song.
774
We cheerfully hope in our coftage to find
The fransport of life and the solace of mind.
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? Key to English Prosody. 141
There Nature with beauty uniorrow'd may shine,
And read, through all seasons, some lecture divine;
Excise the am&ilion by wisdom pursu'd,
And point, from his gifts, to the giver of good.
There friends, ever are/come, glad rfsits shall pay,
And bocks shall the science of ages display.
775. -- To . a Daughter, mth a Chaplet of Flowers.
A garland more feeawteous thy breast may adorn,
Than courts the soft aeay-drops of May's lucid morn,
If, niild and g&od-Awmour'd, ob/Iging and kind,
The fruits of the heart aid the blossoms of mind.
If duty and love join with spirit and ease,
They form the dear cAaplet that ever will please.
Wear these in your iosoin, my st^ee? little Jane!
And thef/bw'rs, that we prize, will un/aded remain.
Though Aeauty may vanish, and/ortune grow cold,
Yet the garland of zlrtue will never wax bid.
776
Oh ! burn the tall heath Which now waves in the gale:
Let nought but the war-songs of erin prevail.
The prows of the strangers now sa>>e// the green wave:
Vnsheath then, ye //eroes, the sword of the brave.
Chase the deer of black ikforvern far, far from the
'Till the iawquet of Death and of odin is o'er. [shore,
Ye bards, sing the oeea's of our fathers olbid,
And roiise to new g? ory the brave and the bold. . . .
The Aeroes shall sfa>f from the Aeaf -cover'd dell,
Defermin'd to fall as theii. y'o/efathers fell.
Bend the bbzc, ye bold hunters of Co/na's dark plain!
liejbice in the strength of your arrows agaiw.
The spears of the srrawgers now darken the sky:
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? 142 Key to English Prosody.
Thrice the eagle has shriek'd, and dread odin is nigh.
777
The beauties, so tare, that my Phi/His adorn,
Are in/erior to those of her mind.
She siiccours the <<ged and orphan forlorn,
And to all the afflicted is ftlnd. "
778
A vot'ry of Fancy, to passion a s/<<ce,
With a heart that's unconscious of guile,
I shall e'er be the dupe of each mean plodding knave,
And the prey of each ti/lain's dark wile.
779
Ah >>ie. ' cried a >>i<<iden: ah ! where can I fly,
For aid, from a fe/npest so wild?
My s/ern rigid sire, can you noa> mock the-sigh
Of your poor, houseless, slandering child?
780
I ffflderly soofA ev'ry sorrow and care:
To ease thee, unwearied I toil. <
The fish of the stream by my r<</es I ensnare,
The meads of their flowers despoil
781
When wide o'er the woodlands our/orefathers stray'd,
As iu. de a's the rocfe of our ts/e,
Fair Liberty aanton'd a<<'o<<g the deep glade,
And deck'd ev'ry face with a smile.
782
To we the wide world is a desolate waste,
Where . Fortune has doom'd me to roam,
A care-haunted pilgrim, expos'd to the blast,
And denied a companion or home.
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783
Hence, hence, vain il/wsions ! fond visions of joy!
No more shall you reign in my breast.
No more can the frozen of my Phyllis annoy:
No more can her smile make me blest. . . . . .
Young StrepUon, iesolv'd to shake off the soft chain,
Thus sdwg, the gay shepherds among.
But s^c/t is his triumph : for, see! o'er the plain,
His Phyllis trips lightly along
784
The trees borrow tints'from the blush of young Morn,
As their beainiful bliom they expand to the gale,
Where they sAadow the path, and the cottage adorn .
Of emma, sweet emvna, the pride of the ru/e.
785
Stern Winter has stripp'd of their /honors the frees,
And strew'd blighted Zie<mies in rSin around:
Now the pride of the K'oodland is foss'tZ by the breeze;
And in strong icy chains the still streamlet is bound.
786
1 have seen, as Ipas/d, how the rose, blushing gay,
To the gale of the ? >Jorwing her bosom display d:
I retarn'd: but her 6e<<wties hadyaded away ;
And the pr/t/e of the morn, ere the ev'ning, was dead.
787
The /ooft, that spoke gladness and ae/come, was gone:
Thei/aze, that shone bright In the Aa//,was no more:
A stranger was t/rm', with a Sosom of stowe ;
And co/V/ was his look, as I enter'd his door.
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? 144 Key to English Prosody.
788
Between nose and eyes, a strange co/itest arose ;
The spectacles set them unAappiry wrong :
The point in dispute was, as iv'ry one knows,
To which the said spectacles ought to belong
So his /orriship decreed, with a gnk'e solemn tone,
Decisive and clear, without one iv or but,
That, whenever the nose put his spectacles on,
By ^y-light or Ctf<<dle-light, eyes should be shut.
789
How sweet to the heart is the thought of to-wiorrow,
When Hope's fairy pictures bright colors display!
How sweet, when we can from futurity iorrow
A balm, for the. griefs that afflict us to-day!
790
From his oosom that heav'd, the last 'orrent was
streaming;
And pale was his rzsage, deep mark'd with a scar;
And dim was that eye, once expressively learning,
That melted in lore, and that A'Twdled in war.
791
Upon the w ide world I was cast,
A poor little /athcrlcss boy ;
But Fortune, kind Fortune, at last,
Has turnd all my sorrow to joy.
792. -- Diana.
The c/<<zse while shefollows, TaJ/getn? sounds
With the wo? es of the horn, and the cry of the hounds.
793
Throughout" your whole AoKsehold let order presu/c;
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For order with priidence is ever allied.
794
For moments departed, ah ! ne'er to refwrw--
For scenes of past bliss, un-availing, we mourn;
When ourselves and our little ones, blooming with
Were oijects of envy to /redolent fVeulth; [health,
When innocent sports, at the close of each day,
Could Danish our cares and our sorrows away.
Ah ! when will sweet pastime rerisit the plain,
And joy and content smile around us again?
795 [vale,
When the stroke of the awomau had ceas'd in the
And night's lonely ffi'arbler commenc'd her sweet
A Aeart-broken maiden repeated her tale, [song,
And sigh'd to the stream, as it mwrmur'd along.
Blank Verse -- Iambic.
796
oh! had i but the envied pow'r to choose
My home, no sound of city bell should reach
My ear, nofe'en the cannon's thund'ring roar.
797
Pleasant to see the lab'rer homeward hie
Light-hearted, as he thinks his hastening steps
Will soon be welcom'd by his children's smile.
798 .
ah! who can paint the raptur'd mother's joy,
When first her lovely infant, quiv'iing, leaps
With outstretch'd arms, to meet her fond embrace ?
o
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? 146 Key to English Prosody.
799
Now,from the burning firmament, the sun
Each cloud has driv'n: with universal light
Blazing, the earth repels the dazzled eye.
800
Amid the nightly prowlers of thy wilds,
Britain, man walks secure; in all their tribes,
None form'd to bid him tremble, none to aim
Talon or fang against their rightful lord.
801
Thus, whe"n his host o'er Alps, oppos'd in vain,
The Carthaginian led, the last ascent,
Lab'ring o'er ice-built rocks, as now they trod,
Gasping for breath, the way-worn vny-\-riads parts d.
802
Knowledge and wisdom, far from being one,
Have 5/if-times no connexion. Knowledge dwells
In heads replete with thoughts of other men,
Wisdom in minds attendee to their own.
803
Ope vernal eve, as, rapt in lonely thought,
He trae'd his confines,frSm the bord'ring waste
An aged man came forth : his tott'ring steps,
With looks of filial love, a maiden watch'd.
804
Hypocrisy, detest Mr as we may,
May claim this merit still, that she admits
The worth of what she mimics with such care,
And thus gives t>mue indirect applause.
805
But, ere we part, my friend, let us ascend
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Yon stately mountain, and trace back our course.
Easy th'ascent, and vaa-\-ny a grate-\-ful herb
Has Nature scatter'd round with lavish hand.
806
There are, whom humbler walks delight: their feet
Can visit the close cot, where Poverty
Sits patient, and where industry, retir'd
From daily toil, inhales the poison'd air.
807
Sweet babe! oh! may'st thou ever sleep as sound,
As softly smile, while o'er thy little bed
Thy mother sits, with fascinated gaze
Catching each placid feature's sweet expres-l-sie/*.
808
How fleet the falcon's pinion in pursuit !
Less fleet the linnet's flight. Alas! poor bird!
Weary and weak is now thy flagging wing,
While close and closer draws the eager foe.
809. -- Spring.
YVhen now th' imprison'd leaves and waking flow'rs
Burst from their tombs, the birds, that lurk'd unseen
Amid th' hybernal shade, in busy tribes
Pour their forgotten multitudes, and catch
New life, new rapture, from the smile of Spring.
810
Then may'st thou bear the passing scene in peace,
Secure, beyond the tomb, of nobler life,
Where error, vice, and pain, shall be no more,
But perfect wisdom, &nd untainted bliss,
Fill t/ie vast soul, and crown th' eternal scene. .
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? 148 Key to English Prosody.
811
Now the unsullied stream, from April show'rs
Refin'd, each sparkling pebble shows, that decks
Its botrom, and each scaly habitant
Quick glancing in the shallows, or, in quest
Of plunder, slowly sailing in the deep.
812
How soft the music oflhe village hells
tailing at Intervals upon the ear
In cadence sweet, now dying all away,
Now pealing loud again, and louder still,
Clear and sonorous, as the gale comes ow.
813
High rides the moon amid the fleecy clouds,
That glisren, as they float athwart her disk.
Sweet is the glimpse that,for a moment, plays
Among these mould'ring vinnacles. But, hark
That dismal cry ! it is the wailing owl.
814. -- Young Birds stolen from the Nest.
Meantime the younger victims, one by one,
Drop off, by care destroy'd, and food unfit.
Perhaps one, har-l-d. ier than | the rest, survives.
And, 'tween the wicker bars, with fading weeds
Entwin'd, hung at some lofty window, hops
From stick to stick, his small unvaried round.
815. -- To Fancy.
Friend of my lonely hours ! thou lead&f me
To such calm joys, as Nature wise and good
Proffers in vain to all her wretched sons--
Her wretched sons, who pine with want, amid
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Th' abundant earth, and blindly bow them down
Before the Moloch shrines of wealth and pow'r.
