No More Learning

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Whither, whither art thou flown, lone wand'rfcr?
To what gloomy dell or sequester'd bow'r ?
Say, dost thou go where sorrow is unknown?
Dost thou dwell where trouble never enters?
376
Through the sky the ev'ning radiance gleams faint:
The sober twilight darkens round dimly:
The shrill bat flits by, in short quick circles;
And along the ground the slow vapor curls.
377
Quench the sacred fire, ye sons of science!
No more awake the vocal shell for fame:
Let sordid gain inspire your stooping souls,
And bid the soaring dreams of Hope farewell.
378
Ye Muses, say, what now avail your gifts,
The poet's fire, and the poet's feelings?
They but teach me to bewail keener pangs:
They but inspire deeper lamentations.
379
Diffusing gladness all around, Spring now
Courts the western breeze with alluring smiles,
Scatters o'er the ground her gayest flowers,
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And clothes the spreading trees in green foliage.
380
A friend I had: now that friend is no more.
His cold remains lie beneath the marble.
I deplore his loss with bitter anguish,
And often heave a sigh to his inem'ry.
381
But, lo! with crowded sail he comes at last!
See, what eager figures bend o'er the cliff!
And hark, what mingled murmurs swell the gale !
He hears the welcome of a friend, in each.
382
Huge cover'd tables stood in the wide hall,
Crown'd with rich viands, and wines high-flavonr'd
Whatever tasteful food or sprightly juice
Is found on the green bosom of this earth.
383
The rooms were hung with costly tapestry,
Where many a gentle tale was inwoven,
Such as the rural poets sung, of old,
Or of Arcadian or Sicilian vale.
384
Ye guardian spirits, to whom man is dear,
Shield the midnight gloom from frightful visions
Be near, angels of love and of fancy,
And diffuse a bloom o'er the blank of sleep.
385
Man was a rugged wight, the worst of brutes:
He prey'd on his own wretched kind, ruthless:
The strongest still over-ran the weakest:
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Mighty robbers sway'd in ev'ry country.
386
Th' inferior demons of the place, alann'd,
Rais'd around rueful shrieks and hideous yells.
Stormy black clouds deform'd the welkin's face;
And a wailing sound was heard from beneath.
387
How vast this wond'rous scene appear'd, how fair,
When hope display'd its op'ning buds at first!
How dull and comfortless, how mean and poor,
Has reason since portr. ay'd this mighty world!
388
Pour thy melting notes on my fainting soul,
Softer than spring's lone minstrel can bestow.
While thy cadence floats through the list'ning air,
The sigh shall cease, the tear forget to flow.
;)89. -- Retirevteut.
On a faithful. >hore, ambition's vessel
Rests in peace here, sweet content ber anchor-
No more is curiosity seen here
Exploring each event with prying eye.
390
The Muses rove o'er the grassy meads here,
Or by yon stream that strays through the valley;
While through the grpve inspiration whispers,
And sportive fancy plays 'mid the foliage.
391
Ye sublime hills, that o'er the wild landscape
Frown wild and drear in terrific grandeur,
Thou crystal Tay, that roll'st in mild cadence,
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I come to sooth here my childish sorrows.
392
Charmer of the anguish'd hour, Patience! come,
Skill'd to beguile each desponding horror.
Sweet but serious pow'r ! come, benignly mild,
And with thy melancholy smile sooth me.
393
The rooks are hush'd to rest in yonder grove,
Within their nests, among the topmost boughs;
The light-wing'd lark has press'd his lowly bed:
The glossy blackbird his song has forgot.
394
The tall tomb uprears its pompous head there,
Spread o'er with praise and with high-sounding verse,
As though the fulsome theme the dead could please,
Or on eternity's vast shore sooth them.
395
Thou hast pow'r, sweet child of fancy, Fiction,
To move each various passion that we know;
Canst bid the brow lour with imag'd sorrows,
Canst make the breast glow with imag'd pleasures.
396
How oft shall we be told, in reason's spite,
(And told it in Britain's lib'ral air too)
By those who hold Afric's sons in bondage,
That they fare better than Scotia's peasants?
897
O Peace ! I resign ali the world for thee;
I fly from all the haunts of men for thee.
O divine maid, 1 ask but this on earth,
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To wander with thee, and to die with thee.
398
Where'er they go, obedient Fortune waits:
Th' inconstant elements are kind, for them :
The protidest streams forget to flow, for them ;
And the fav'ring wind springs up at their wish.
S99
I now stand alone on the world's bleak waste :
I am Jeft an unprotected orphan.
The names of kindred are unknown to me;
I'm bereft of each endearing comfort.
400
Gentle villager, pause here a moment :
Forego the thoughts of earthly cares awhile::
Drop one pitying tear, or breathe a soft sigh,
If for others' woe thy bosom e'er ihrobb'd.
401
Days of my youth ! are you flown for ever?
Blest days of ease and innocence, adieu *
Are you gone, dear rustic recreations--
Pastimes of youth, when ev'ry sport could please ?
402. -- May.
No frowning moments dare intrude their gloom :
But from ev'ry spray melody is heard.
The fleecy wand'rers crop their plenteous food,
Or sport away the sunny hours gaily.
403
Affection's glance can pierce the dreary gloom,
That curtains round the unknown land with clouds.
She wails aud sobs o'er thy tomb in anguish;
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Alas! her moan unheard, her tears unseen.
404
Let busy Scandal, with tongue malignant,
Repeat thy piteous tale <<ith savage joy:
Wrunn by thy sorrows, the feeling soul shall
Bewail thy fate in sympathetic strains.
405
Anxious for his country's weal, some statesman
Perhaps scans the fate of mighty empires.
His lab'ring mind can feel no soft repose,
While he weighs th' important plans in his breast.
406
I strike thy trembling strings once more, my lyre;
But I raise not again thy notes to joy.
Grief flings her hand o'er the chords, distressful,
And oft delays the song, faintly pausing.
407
I beheld a youthful stripling with him :
His mien was modest, and his gait careless;
And he held a half-strung lyre in his hand,
Which he oft struck, between each idle pause.
408
If e'er you chose, sweet pensive jessamine,
To deck an humble spot to fame unknown ;
And thou, fair virgin rose, of modest blush,
If kindred worth and charms claim thy notice ;
Oh! round yon tomb interweave your branches,
And embalm the air with united sweets:
For beauty's bloom, and truth, and innocence--
All that the poet lov'd -- is there buried.
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Sterne! thy poetic pow'rs are dear to all:
We sit and moan near sick Le Fevre's couch;
And, wrung with anguish, drop the piteous tear
For poor Maria, wild, wand'ring, alone.
Nor less thy poignant wit and mirth delights:
The angled fence, the martial bowling-green,
Old Shandy's arguments, are fit emblems
Of ruling passions mast'ring common sense.
410. -- Indolence.
He wish'd sometimes to shake off his stupor,
And break the charm which bound his senses thus,
Awake to deeds of noble enterprise,
And join the busy crowd which buzz'd around.
But still he ever found some vain excuse,
And said, " It will do as well to morrow. " x ,
It came, and fled :--the same unvaried round
He pass'd, nor could repel its numbing poNv'is.
411
That breast, the seat of refin'd sentiment,
Those pow'rs, that could explore ev'ry science,
Are now consigned to Death's unfathoui'd gulf--
Alas ! no more to charm th' admiring world.
What avails now that divine eloquence,
That ou the dubious mind stamp'd conviction. '1
The Savage and sage must resign their life:
Time leaves behind no wreck of human pow'r.
412
What, if the smiles of Fortune play round me,
Or if through the land my name be echo'd?
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What, if a servile train obey my voice,
Or honors, or length of days, stand round me ?
Can these impart one ray of bliss to mind,
Or spread o'er the breast the glow of virtue,
From a love-sick heart remove the anguish,
Lull our fears to rest, or disperse our doubts ?
413
There, too, was he, who siemm'd nobly the tide
Of corruption foul, with breast undaunted;
Who liv'd for his country, and would have died,
Could he, dying, have seen his country blest.
He pitied its woes, and redress'd its wrongs;
Devoted each successive day to it:
But the iron arm of pow'r oppiess'd him,
Strewing o'er his way the thorns of sorrow.
414
Long-lost Peace, hail! divine dove-ey'd maid, hail
See a suppliant vot'ry bend at thy feet:
Oh ! with an eye benign deign to view him :
So dying Hope shall find a friend in thee.
Ah ! turn not away thy angelic ? ace!
If thou'lt be mine, I'll quit this vale no more,
But sit all the live-long day beside thee,
And list to thy rural tale in silence
There may we live, unseen and unsought for,
By Fortune's train, rude, cold, and fantastic;
Nor let the sons of Comus mark the green,
Nor lounging triflers intrude on our hours
If to. our sylvan shed aught be welcome,
Be it the trav'ler who has lost his way,
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Who knows not where to rest his anxious head,
Who knows not where to lay his weary limbs.
The second and fourth tines to rhime--the others, not.
415
To chase the clouds of gloom, and sooth my grief,
The beauties of the painted vale ! sought.
I often water'ci the flow'rs with my tears,
And loaded the passing gale with my sighs.
s 416. -- A dying Father, to his Children.
Pious offspring ! go, and restrain those tears.
To regions of eternal bliss I fly :
Heav'u bears my dying pray'rs in your favor:
Take, in this clay-cold kiss, iny last blessing.
Iambics of eight syllables; each paragraph to make
two verses, with rhime.
417
Blest spirit! forgive the mournful rites we keep. --
We weep for ourselves.
418
How soothing sweet nature's music to the troubled
mind ! how retin'd !
419
A swain, unvex'd with all the cares of gain, liv'd
remote from cities.
420
1 never overbear in conversation, with important air.
421
IS or would I invade my neighbour's right by stealth,
with felonious slight.
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422
Frail man is ever prone to err: but gen'rous
minds will own their faults.
423
Sweet to rove the tangled thickets of the grove at this
twilight hour.
424
To enrich her cells, the bee sucks honey from
cowslips' golden bells.
425
The drooping Muse, now dropp'd for news and poli-
tics, lay neglected.
426
And the hands, that plough the soil, shall guard
well the produce of their toil.
427
Then let us kneel here on your hallow'd threshold,
while we seal our vows.
428
The earth keeps her richest, proudest treasures within
her cavern'd deeps.
489
Benumbing frosts, which chill'd fair nature's genial
fire, retire at length.
430
Atrides! my Muse, with daring wing, would fain
sing thy glorious deeds.
431
But the melting notes soon again begin to flow in
slow murmurs.
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432
The fav'ring Muse had stor'd his mild bosom with
all her ample views.
433
The surges force their way o'er the labor'd mole,
with resistless sway.
434 .
In the vale below, sparkling 'midst heaps of drifted
snow, I've found thee.
435
The sun has now nearly run his headlong course in
the kindling west.
436
Old Simon, remov'd to the manor-house, now prov'd
ev'ry comfort.
437
Oh! haste! restore the blessings of sweet peace to
this once-favor'd shore.
438
The Muses stray, far, far from Grandeur's noisy way,
to vales and groves.
439
Hence, the ant is found to tread the ground with
anxious steps, ev'ry day.
440
Thus died the wicked, wanton sparrow, in her pride
and cruelty.
441
The hoary swain strove, with cautious steps, to gain
the river's margin.
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442
With anxious bleat, the playful lamb pursues his
dam, and seeks the teat.
443
Contentment, and sincere piety, and truth, lov'd to
shelter here.
444
The river-god, beguil'd by music's trilling notes,
sat up, and smil'd.
445
But see how regular the motion of the heav'nly
spheres appears.
446
A clown took his way across the forest before the
break of day.
' 447
Lo ! a mother, a friend, a wife sleeps, where weeps
this silent marble.
448
The suff'rer, no more oppress'd with earthly cares,
soon sinks to rest there.
449
Haply, some angel whisper'd low in his ear, that his
hour was near.
450
Why should he, whose life is pass'd with fair renown,
fear the tyrant's frown ?
451
Her lovely face, her faultless form, add new grace to
the diadem;
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and Darius, subject to a woman's laws, sees, and
smiles applause.
452. -- Memory.
She flies far from the busy world, to taste that peace
the world'denies.
From youth to age, she sits entranc'd, reviewing life's
eventful page, <
and noting the little lines of yesterday, as they fade
away.
453. -- To Dr. Thornton, on his beautiful represen-
tation of the Agave, or American Aloe *.
Agave, nurs'd by a length of rolling years, rears her
stately form,
with wise delay, still protracting the beauty follow'd
by decay;
till, org'd by time's resistless date, she braves ap-
proaching fate nobly,
and, conscious of impending doom, bursts forth into
bloom, impatient;
while the golden gems profusely shoot, rich, from all
their curving stems;
then the vegetable martyr, fading 'midst admiring
eyes, dies.
But, at thy command thusflow'ring, her finish'd form,
shall stand unchang'd,
and, through ages yet to come, shall smile, glorying
in perennial bloom.
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tierses, with rhime.
454
The Thracian herdsman so stands full in the gap
with his spear, and hopes the hunted bear.
455
And a temple, sacred to the queen of love, was
rais'd above, o'er its eastern gate.
456
The form of Mars, all sheath'd in arms, stood high
on a chariot; and the god look'd gruffly.
457
The huntress Cynthia pursues the deer, with her
nymphs around: the woods resound with horns.
458
Then she preferr'd her chaste request thus lowly,
kneeling with her hands across her breast.
459
The war, and stern debate, and immortal strife,
shall then be the bus'ness of my life.
460
They were scarce seated, when a promiscuous rude
crowd at once rush'd in with loud clamors.
461
But, whither his soul went, let those, who search
the secrets of the future state, relate.
462
But, alas! why do mortal men in vain complain of
Providence, Fate, or Fortune ?
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He snor'd secure till morn, his senses bound in slum-
ber, and drown'd in long oblivion.
464
In days of old, there liv'd a valiant prince, of mighty
fame; and his name was Theseus*.
465
Indulgent Heav'n vouchsafes the sweet vicissitudes
of night and day, for our delight.
466
O thou, with whom, from reason's dawn, my heart
was wont to share each care and each pleasure!
467'
Oh ! from our fate and our example learn, ere too
late, learn repentance and wisdom.
468
Thus, always teas'd, always teasing others, to be dis-
pleas'd is his only pleasure. .
469
The rhet'ric they display, like quicksilver, shines, as
it runs, but, grasi,'d at, slips away.
470
To catch from the sight new rapture, angels had
stopp'd, when Mercy's mandate w ing'd their flight,
471
We pay the tributary tear at learning's tomb, with
sincere grief and due rev'rence.
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How much of learning, how much oi know ledge,
* Theseus, two syllables. -- See the note cm Orpheus, No. 247,
page 113. -
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bade the world farewell, when Horatio fell!
473
The careful housewives make an ample cake for mc
at home, rich with almonds and plums.
474
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Pride of the land ] you largely share wbate'er of fair
or good celestial bounty gives.
475
The fool, who presumes to utter one opposing word
'gainst his sov'reign lord, is rash.
476
Scotia's queen now rose on her couch, and gaz'd away
her soul, as the day faintly dawn'd.
477
Ever working on a social plan, God attaches man to
man by various ties.
478
Yet depend not much upon your golden dream, al-
though it seem feasible and fair.
479
The sage, who late diffus'd the blessings of Britan-
nia's reign o'er India's wide domain.
480
There was a time, when the light wak'd me at morn
cheerfully, and, at night, peace was mine.
481
Ill-fated Greece saw both her taste and her genius
expire beneath a victor's ire.
482
Lo! lame Tyrtaeus wakes slumb'ring Sparta's half-
extinguish'd fire with his martial lyre.
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483
No tongue can express, no pen describe, and no
thought figure poor Orra's dire distress.
" 484
We thank the hand, that points the wholesome lancet
to some morbid part, with gentle art.
485
Theodosius, a youth endu'd with worth of early
growth, woo'd this beauteous virgin.
486
Darius, tir'd with the toilsome pleasures of the day,
now lay reclin'd on his couch.
487
E'en now, e'en now, pale Despair weeps, and writh-
ing Anguish roars, on ydntler western shares.
E'en now fierce Slav'ry stalks in Afric's groves with
hideous yell, and slips the dogs of hell.
488
The prophet spake well, " Let the desert sing: the
spiry fir shall spring where the thorn sprang;
and the luxuriant yew and myrtle shall grow, where
grew rank and unsightly thistles. "
489
Bat these fond dreams of happiness are not confess'd,
? 'till time lias calm'd the ruffled breast.
Heav'n's sweet smile is not reflected on the wave, 'till
the rushing winds forget to rave.
490
Ye careless and supine, from a voice like mine, take
couusel and caution, if you can.
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I would teach truths, which the theorist could never
reach, and observation taught me.
. 491 *' "
Just lleav'n approves the work of gen'rous love and
filial fear, as sincere and honest:
but the omniscient judge scorns, with averted eyes,
the slavish drudge, and the base hireling.
492. -- To Death.
Ah ! why dost thou thus, capricious, still turn aside,
with tyrant pride, from the wretched ?
and why love to stray, an un-invited guest, where
thy presence strikes with wild dismay ?
493. -- The Planet Mercury.
Swift Merc'ry, scorch'd as he moves around the solar
blaze, first displays his vivid orb.
494
Surrender'd, ev'ry hour, to the ruling pow'r of some
ungovern'd passion, the heart
finds the truths that once bore sway, and all their
deep impression, wear away by degrees.
So coin, passM current in traffic, grows smooth, 'till
at last Caesar's image is effae'd. ,
495
I saw thee, thwarted by storms of elemental strife,
cross the troubled sea of life.
I saw thy skiff, on the raging main, maintain unequal
fight with fearful tempests.
I saw the whirlwind's breath heave up the migbtj
billows of the deep, with dreadful sweep.
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496
The Gipsey's faggot blaz'd, at ev'ning, down by yon
hazel copse. -- There we stood, and gaz'd--
gaz'd, with silent awe, on her sun-buin'd face, her
hood of straw, and tier tuttcr'd mantle
As she drew the silver piece o'er my palm, and, with
searching view, trac'd the line of life,
how my flutt'ring pulse throbb'd with fears and hopes,
to learn the color of my future years !
497
Amid the wreck of time, so Tully paus'd, to trace the
sublime truth on the rude stone,
when th' immortal sage of Syracuse, disclos'd in ho-
nor'd dust, repos'd at bis feet.
Iambics of eight and six syllables alternately; each
paragraph to make a line of eight, and one of six--
the first rhiming with the third--the second with the
fourth.
498
Her plaintive strains play'd in mournful accents on
Echo's ear;
and the warbling notes sweetly decay'd on the di-
stant plains.
499
Though my fortune has denied show, pomp, and daz-
zling splendor,
yet content has well supplied more than grandeur
can bestow.
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Lo !