When solemn
darkness
veils the silent earth, .
Carey - 1796 - Key to Practical English Prosody
whither are you flown ?
-
oft have I heard, yon love, ai this dread hour,
To haunt the ruin'd aisle, or moss-grown tou'i;
To flit in sha-\-dowi) forms | along the glade,
Or stalk gigantic 'midst the gloomy shade.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-26 11:50 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/hvd. hnjin7 Public Domain, Google-digitized / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd-google
? 118 Key to English Prosody.
Yet here, alone, with silent steps I tread,
Where broken walls their mou'd'ring ruins spread;
Whtre the cold ashVs of the fair and great,
Vainly enshrin'd, repose in awful state ;
Where the dark Ivy clasps th' embattled tow'r.
And lengthens out awhile its final hour:
But all is still: no frightful ghost appears;
No ghust\y phanrom tls huge form uprears ;
No a>/<7fe-rob'd spirit glides across the gloom ;
No hollow groan low mutters frtim the tomb.
678 B.
as whiSn a felon, whom his country's laws
Have justly doom'd fUr tVme atrocious cause,
Expects, in darkness and heart-chilling fears,
The shameful close of all his misspent years;
if, chance, on heavy pinions slowly borne,
A tempest usher in the dreaded morn,
upon his dungeon-walls the lightnings play,
The thunder seems to summVn him away;
The warder at the door his key applies,
Shoots back the bolt ; and all his courage dies.
if then, just then, all thought of mercy lost,
When hope, long foig'iing, yields at last the ghost,
The sound of pardon pierce his startled ear,
He drops at once his fetters tind his fear ;
A transport glows in all he looks and speaks;
and the first thankful tears bedew his cheeks.
679. -- Cosciusko.
Warsaw's last champion fr om her height survey'd,
Wide o"er the field, a w aste of ruin laid.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-26 11:50 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/hvd. hnjin7 Public Domain, Google-digitized / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd-google
? Key to English Prosody. 119
" oh! Heav'n! " he cried, " my bleeding country
h there no hand on high, to shield the brave ? [save !
Yet, though destruction sweep these lovely plains,
Rise,Jellow men ! our country yet remains.
By that dread name we wave the sword on high,
And swear for her to live, with her to die. "
He said, and, on ihe rampart heights, array'd
His trusty viai-\-ribrs,few, J but undismay'd.
Ftrm-pac'd and slow, a horrid front they form,
Still as the breeze, but dreadful as'the storm.
Low murm'ring sounds along their banners fly^: ,4
" Revenge or death ! " the watchatfrrf and reply. . . . t. . .
In vain, alas! in vain, ye gallant few,
From rank to rank your volley'd thunders flew. . . .
Hope,for a season, bade the world farewell;
And Freedom shriek'd, as Cosciusko fell.
680. -- Beauty's Eclipse,
Loud howl'd the tempest tif a winter's night,
And dying lamps dispens'd a twinkling light:
No friendly star illum'd the vault of heav'n ;
But, o'er its face, big clouds were wildly driv'n.
Mute silence reign'd in each deserted street,
Save, where the rushing blast, or pelting sleet,
Was heard to whisrYe, tir to rudely beat.
'Twas then, that on a flinty step reclin'd,
To all the pow'r of wretch? e//j&>s resign'd,
Grief on her cheek, and famine tn her eye,
A child of misery was seen to lie.
Rough b/Sw the wind around her shiv'ring form;
Lost were her sighs amid the rattling storm.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-26 11:50 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/hvd. hnjin7 Public Domain, Google-digitized / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd-google
? 120 Key to English Prosody.
UncorPr'd mas her bosom, once so fair,
Now t/ie cold residence of dark despair.
Loose down her back her matted tresses lay,
Those lovely locks, once deck'd in colors gay :
. Damp were her temples with the dews of death,
And slowly drawn her thick and struggling breath.
Life's julv'ring taper hasten'd 1% an end :
On Death she calls--to her a welcome friend.
I murk'd the clo<<wg of her stormy day :
I saw her ling'ring graces steal away--
HeardthS last accents tremi/e on her lips,
While Nature sigh'd at Beauty's dire eclipse.
Iambics of eight syllables and six, with J Iterations, $;r.
681
ask not of me th* essential form "'
That high-priz'd beauty wears'.
ah! who shall paint the magic charm,
That ev'ry breast ensnares ?
Search for the answer m your heart;
For there the secret's found'. ' ? "J'
'Tityour own taste that pofrits the dart,
And bids our beauty wound.
. ' . * . ' . r:ii<<
Iambics of eight syllables, with Alterations, fyc.
1 love the tear, the pearl of woe,
That decks the sympathising eye--
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-26 11:50 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/hvd. hnjin7 Public Domain, Google-digitized / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd-google
? Key to English Prosody. 121
To see the stream of sorrow flow,
To hear the deeply-heaving sigh.
683
Yes, let the miser count his gold,
And toil and scrape to swell the heap:
Say, can the heart, that's hard and cold,
Of wealth the fruitful pleasures reap?
684
I love to hear the woodlark sing,
As, using from her low-built nest,
She makes the woods and valleys ring,
And sweetly sooihs my soul to rest.
685
RacKd by the hand of rude disease,
Behold, our fav'rite poet lies;
While ev'ry object, form'd to please,
Far from his couch ungrateful flies.
Iambics of Jive feet ,or ten syllables,with Alterationstife.
686
No human wisdom c&n foresee the wrong :
No human prudence can avert its force.
Like the mad whirlwind, lo! it sweeps along;
And nought but Heav'n can check its baneful course.
: 687
Come, Sleep! and sooth this malady of soul:
Come, Sleep I and clasp me" tit thy downy breast.
Child tif oblivion ! o'er my fancy roll,
and, in some long, long slumber, grant mc rest.
M
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-26 11:50 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/hvd. hnjin7 Public Domain, Google-digitized / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd-google
? 124! Key to English Prosody.
688
Untouch'd by care, the whistling hind repairs
To yonder bank, where high the poplar waves
Its quiv'ring limbs: as he his meal prepares,
His faithful dog th" expected morsel craves.
089
ah! what avails it, that the face of day
Wears the bright verdure tif returning spring ?
On me, alas! it sheds no genial ray;
No soft sensations its approaches bring.
690
Though pearls enrich the bostirn of the deep,
No eye beholds the beauty 'if their ray.
In caves profound, beneath the flood, they sleep,
And hide their lwstrefrbm the gaze of day.
691. -- To a Red-breast.
Poor wand'rer! thbu art welctime tti this shed:
For thtiu hast borne the pitiless cold storm,
Felt the' keen blast on thy defenceless head,
And heard destruction threat thy gentle form.
692
Perch'd on my book, and perk ing in my face,
The guileless Robin seems to watch my thought.
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.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-26 11:50 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/hvd. hnjin7 Public Domain, Google-digitized / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd-google
? 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;
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-26 11:50 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/hvd. hnjin7 Public Domain, Google-digitized / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd-google
? 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.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-26 11:50 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/hvd. hnjin7 Public Domain, Google-digitized / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd-google
? Key to English Prosody. 125
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
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-26 11:50 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/hvd. hnjin7 Public Domain, Google-digitized / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd-google
? 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*
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-26 11:50 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/hvd. hnjin7 Public Domain, Google-digitized / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd-google
? Key to English Prosody. 127
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
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-26 11:50 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/hvd. hnjin7 Public Domain, Google-digitized / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd-google
? 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,
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-26 11:50 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/hvd. hnjin7 Public Domain, Google-digitized / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd-google
? Key to English Prosody.
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,
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-26 11:50 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/hvd. hnjin7 Public Domain, Google-digitized / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd-google
? ]30 Key to English Prosody.
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,
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-26 11:50 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/hvd. hnjin7 Public Domain, Google-digitized / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd-google
? 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:
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-26 11:50 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/hvd. hnjin7 Public Domain, Google-digitized / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd-google
? 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,
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-26 11:50 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/hvd. hnjin7 Public Domain, Google-digitized / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd-google
? 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,
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-26 11:50 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/hvd. hnjin7 Public Domain, Google-digitized / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd-google
? 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,
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-26 11:50 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/hvd. hnjin7 Public Domain, Google-digitized / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd-google
? 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.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-26 11:50 GMT / http://hdl.
oft have I heard, yon love, ai this dread hour,
To haunt the ruin'd aisle, or moss-grown tou'i;
To flit in sha-\-dowi) forms | along the glade,
Or stalk gigantic 'midst the gloomy shade.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-26 11:50 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/hvd. hnjin7 Public Domain, Google-digitized / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd-google
? 118 Key to English Prosody.
Yet here, alone, with silent steps I tread,
Where broken walls their mou'd'ring ruins spread;
Whtre the cold ashVs of the fair and great,
Vainly enshrin'd, repose in awful state ;
Where the dark Ivy clasps th' embattled tow'r.
And lengthens out awhile its final hour:
But all is still: no frightful ghost appears;
No ghust\y phanrom tls huge form uprears ;
No a>/<7fe-rob'd spirit glides across the gloom ;
No hollow groan low mutters frtim the tomb.
678 B.
as whiSn a felon, whom his country's laws
Have justly doom'd fUr tVme atrocious cause,
Expects, in darkness and heart-chilling fears,
The shameful close of all his misspent years;
if, chance, on heavy pinions slowly borne,
A tempest usher in the dreaded morn,
upon his dungeon-walls the lightnings play,
The thunder seems to summVn him away;
The warder at the door his key applies,
Shoots back the bolt ; and all his courage dies.
if then, just then, all thought of mercy lost,
When hope, long foig'iing, yields at last the ghost,
The sound of pardon pierce his startled ear,
He drops at once his fetters tind his fear ;
A transport glows in all he looks and speaks;
and the first thankful tears bedew his cheeks.
679. -- Cosciusko.
Warsaw's last champion fr om her height survey'd,
Wide o"er the field, a w aste of ruin laid.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-26 11:50 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/hvd. hnjin7 Public Domain, Google-digitized / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd-google
? Key to English Prosody. 119
" oh! Heav'n! " he cried, " my bleeding country
h there no hand on high, to shield the brave ? [save !
Yet, though destruction sweep these lovely plains,
Rise,Jellow men ! our country yet remains.
By that dread name we wave the sword on high,
And swear for her to live, with her to die. "
He said, and, on ihe rampart heights, array'd
His trusty viai-\-ribrs,few, J but undismay'd.
Ftrm-pac'd and slow, a horrid front they form,
Still as the breeze, but dreadful as'the storm.
Low murm'ring sounds along their banners fly^: ,4
" Revenge or death ! " the watchatfrrf and reply. . . . t. . .
In vain, alas! in vain, ye gallant few,
From rank to rank your volley'd thunders flew. . . .
Hope,for a season, bade the world farewell;
And Freedom shriek'd, as Cosciusko fell.
680. -- Beauty's Eclipse,
Loud howl'd the tempest tif a winter's night,
And dying lamps dispens'd a twinkling light:
No friendly star illum'd the vault of heav'n ;
But, o'er its face, big clouds were wildly driv'n.
Mute silence reign'd in each deserted street,
Save, where the rushing blast, or pelting sleet,
Was heard to whisrYe, tir to rudely beat.
'Twas then, that on a flinty step reclin'd,
To all the pow'r of wretch? e//j&>s resign'd,
Grief on her cheek, and famine tn her eye,
A child of misery was seen to lie.
Rough b/Sw the wind around her shiv'ring form;
Lost were her sighs amid the rattling storm.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-26 11:50 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/hvd. hnjin7 Public Domain, Google-digitized / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd-google
? 120 Key to English Prosody.
UncorPr'd mas her bosom, once so fair,
Now t/ie cold residence of dark despair.
Loose down her back her matted tresses lay,
Those lovely locks, once deck'd in colors gay :
. Damp were her temples with the dews of death,
And slowly drawn her thick and struggling breath.
Life's julv'ring taper hasten'd 1% an end :
On Death she calls--to her a welcome friend.
I murk'd the clo<<wg of her stormy day :
I saw her ling'ring graces steal away--
HeardthS last accents tremi/e on her lips,
While Nature sigh'd at Beauty's dire eclipse.
Iambics of eight syllables and six, with J Iterations, $;r.
681
ask not of me th* essential form "'
That high-priz'd beauty wears'.
ah! who shall paint the magic charm,
That ev'ry breast ensnares ?
Search for the answer m your heart;
For there the secret's found'. ' ? "J'
'Tityour own taste that pofrits the dart,
And bids our beauty wound.
. ' . * . ' . r:ii<<
Iambics of eight syllables, with Alterations, fyc.
1 love the tear, the pearl of woe,
That decks the sympathising eye--
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-26 11:50 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/hvd. hnjin7 Public Domain, Google-digitized / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd-google
? Key to English Prosody. 121
To see the stream of sorrow flow,
To hear the deeply-heaving sigh.
683
Yes, let the miser count his gold,
And toil and scrape to swell the heap:
Say, can the heart, that's hard and cold,
Of wealth the fruitful pleasures reap?
684
I love to hear the woodlark sing,
As, using from her low-built nest,
She makes the woods and valleys ring,
And sweetly sooihs my soul to rest.
685
RacKd by the hand of rude disease,
Behold, our fav'rite poet lies;
While ev'ry object, form'd to please,
Far from his couch ungrateful flies.
Iambics of Jive feet ,or ten syllables,with Alterationstife.
686
No human wisdom c&n foresee the wrong :
No human prudence can avert its force.
Like the mad whirlwind, lo! it sweeps along;
And nought but Heav'n can check its baneful course.
: 687
Come, Sleep! and sooth this malady of soul:
Come, Sleep I and clasp me" tit thy downy breast.
Child tif oblivion ! o'er my fancy roll,
and, in some long, long slumber, grant mc rest.
M
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-26 11:50 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/hvd. hnjin7 Public Domain, Google-digitized / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd-google
? 124! Key to English Prosody.
688
Untouch'd by care, the whistling hind repairs
To yonder bank, where high the poplar waves
Its quiv'ring limbs: as he his meal prepares,
His faithful dog th" expected morsel craves.
089
ah! what avails it, that the face of day
Wears the bright verdure tif returning spring ?
On me, alas! it sheds no genial ray;
No soft sensations its approaches bring.
690
Though pearls enrich the bostirn of the deep,
No eye beholds the beauty 'if their ray.
In caves profound, beneath the flood, they sleep,
And hide their lwstrefrbm the gaze of day.
691. -- To a Red-breast.
Poor wand'rer! thbu art welctime tti this shed:
For thtiu hast borne the pitiless cold storm,
Felt the' keen blast on thy defenceless head,
And heard destruction threat thy gentle form.
692
Perch'd on my book, and perk ing in my face,
The guileless Robin seems to watch my thought.
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.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-26 11:50 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/hvd. hnjin7 Public Domain, Google-digitized / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd-google
? 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;
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-26 11:50 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/hvd. hnjin7 Public Domain, Google-digitized / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd-google
? 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.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-26 11:50 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/hvd. hnjin7 Public Domain, Google-digitized / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd-google
? Key to English Prosody. 125
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
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-26 11:50 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/hvd. hnjin7 Public Domain, Google-digitized / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd-google
? 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*
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-26 11:50 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/hvd. hnjin7 Public Domain, Google-digitized / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd-google
? Key to English Prosody. 127
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
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-26 11:50 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/hvd. hnjin7 Public Domain, Google-digitized / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd-google
? 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,
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-26 11:50 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/hvd. hnjin7 Public Domain, Google-digitized / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd-google
? Key to English Prosody.
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,
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-26 11:50 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/hvd. hnjin7 Public Domain, Google-digitized / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd-google
? ]30 Key to English Prosody.
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,
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-26 11:50 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/hvd. hnjin7 Public Domain, Google-digitized / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd-google
? 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:
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-26 11:50 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/hvd. hnjin7 Public Domain, Google-digitized / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd-google
? 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,
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-26 11:50 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/hvd. hnjin7 Public Domain, Google-digitized / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd-google
? 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,
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-26 11:50 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/hvd. hnjin7 Public Domain, Google-digitized / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd-google
? 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,
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-26 11:50 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/hvd. hnjin7 Public Domain, Google-digitized / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd-google
? 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.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-26 11:50 GMT / http://hdl.
