The wrinkled matron opes her treasm'd store
Of fairy tales and legendary lore.
Of fairy tales and legendary lore.
Carey - 1796 - Key to Practical English Prosody
33
The records q/"departed worth
To noblest sentiments give birth.
34
Down in the green sequester'd shade,
The streamlet pours its clear cascade.
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Possess'd of all the . charms that grace
The brightest h\f the female race.
36
I find in thee a tender friend,:
In thee a patron to defend.
37 '
In ev'ry clime, from pole to pole,
Where wind can blow or billow roll,.
Britannia's barks the coast explore,
Waft science, peace, and plenty o'er*
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Improving and improv'd, they'd' learn
New charms in wisdom to discern.
39. -
You cherish feelings too refin'd
For him who mingles-with mankind.
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He rises frim his sleepless bed, ?
His soul convuls'd with secret dread',
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His income regular\y spent,
He scarcely saves to pay his rent. ? ?
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A temper af/ao/o^nd kliid, , ,'.
A noble and a gen'-rous mind. ,
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Although I long nave rack'd my brains;
I've nought but labor for my pains.
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44.
In terrors clad, thy foes surround,
And hurl thy turrefs to the ground.
45
. Nor blasting envy's tainted gale
Pollutes the pleasures of the vale.
46
She's prompt to shed the pi-\-tywg tear, \
To Mercy and to Virtue dear.
47 *.
A coach and four, to take the air,
Besides a chartor, and a chair.
48 .
His head was silver'd o'er with age; .
And long expe-l-newce made | him sage.
In summer's heat and winter's cold,
He fed his flock, and penn'd the fold. .
His hours in cheerful labor flew,
Nor envy nor ambition knew.
His wisdom and his honest fame
Through all the country rais'd his name.
49 ' . :
The shepherd modestly replied; ;im i'y
I ne'er the paths of learning tried;
Nor have 1 roam'd to foreign parts,. : i
To read mankind, their laws, and arts
Who by that search shall wiser grow,
When we ourselves can never know ?
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The prostrate game a lion spies,
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and on the greedy tyrant flies.
51
So shines his light before mankind.
His actions prove his houest mind.
52
He never needs the screen of lies,
His inward bosom to disguise.
53
Wild fancy forms nnnumber'd woes :
To end his life the mutiiic goes. . . ,,.
Forward I rush'd, and seis'd his arm,
And forc'd him back, secure from harrjn
54. -- England.
a happy isle ! thy fertile plains
Repay with golden sheaves the swains;
Thy verdant vales, and mountains steep,
Are whiten'd o'er with fleecy sheep.
55
Dear rural scenes! the tufted free.
The flow'ry mead, have charmp for me,
That far exceed the joys of courts,
Where splendid mWfy oft resprtsj
Where grief, disguis'd, like joy appears,
And hollow smiles hfde starting tears,
Much rather lit me stem the tide,
Without a helm my bark to guide,
The sport of waves and fickle winds,
Than trust to such capricious minds,
Where whim and passion hold the rein,
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And slighted reason pleads in vain.
57 U
Fond mem'vy o'er thy grave shall give
A tear, to bid thy virtues live. .
58 . i
Still o'er the genial. hours of spring : a
Fell Discoi d waves her crimson wing : . . .
O'er bleeding Europe's ravag'd'plains,
The fiend, in state terrific,"'reignS)-' '? ,i ?
Nor oaten pipe, nor past'ral song,
Resounds her waving woods among.
Yet far from Albion's' traticjuil shores
The storm of desolation roars. <
59 ' !
Note ev'ry brilliant moment seems
Replete with, fancy's airy1 dreams.
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Not from the warrior's laurel leaves
The votive garland now she weaver. ' ? "
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Beneath thy fost'ring reign benign,
5 best of kings! let mercy shine.
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From scene to scene we rove and smile ;
Fond Hope our leader all the while.
We fear no brooding storms of care';
We dread no spell, no murd'rous-sadre.
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Iambic Verses of ten syllables, with a mixture of other
. Feet besides the Iambus.
63
She points to Honor and her gorgeous train,
But shows not disappointment, want, and pain.
64
Bewilder'd Pride the swelling crest uprears,
And causeless Penitence is drown'd in tears.
65
A second Paradise our senses greets,
And Asia watts us all her world of sweets.
66
Already, see! each schoolboy, 'prentice, clerk,
Assumes the pistol, and demands the Park.
67
Nor deem, that all, the tuneful chords who strike,
Are curs'd with base ingratitude . dike.
68. -- Canute.
He vainly bade each boisi'rous wave retreat,
Nor tinge the sat/ace of his royal teet.
69
But ah ! how chang'd! Tue Must", that once was gay,
And wanton laugh'd the darning hours away,
No more shall wander o'er the flow'ry plains,
Or waken Echo with lier rural strains.
70
See, most tremendous ! o'er his beardless face,
Th' enormous beaver, cock'd with soldier grace,
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Aslant and edgewise confident\y hurl'd,
Inviting broils, and braving all the world. >
Though my dejected spirits pant for breath,
and my soul flutters or. the verge of death
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And why should such (within herself she cried)
hock the lost wealth, a thousand want beside i
One tranquil eve,; when Sol had sunk to rest,
And gilt with splendid lints the glitt'ring west,
Their daily task perform'd, this loving pair
Walk'd forth to breathe the pure salu-| brHous air.
74 .
Friends country, children, wife, no more restrain ;
And fate and nature boast their laws in vain.
75 \ '
Flush'd with revenge, each mis-l-crednt drew \ his da
Ami -piung'd it in the constant Oran's heartt '<
76 . . . . - :
Alas! Hope's rainbow visions, how they fade! ,
How soon the sun-brjght landscape sinks in shade
77
Go, seek distress ; explore the, tents of woe:;' :
Bid the wan cheek with: rosy tints to glow.
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To Eve's fair daughters various virtues fall:
But thou, lov'd charmer, hast excsll'd them all.
Blest she descends into, the-vale of years, 1 : '
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With the lovd partner of her youthfol cares.
80
Smiles oft are fraudful; beauty soon decays ;
But the good woman shall inherit praise.
81
Rouse all thy pow'rs, for better use design'd ;
And know thy native digMt/y of mind.
82 i :
Such were the hours, and such the scenes that charm'd:
So nature glow'd, and so her beauties warm'd.
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The glow of youth bloo'ms lovely in his face,
And fills each active limb with manly grace.
The wrinkled matron opes her treasm'd store
Of fairy tales and legendary lore.
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Their tyrant rule has. blighted all thy" time,
And marr'd the promise of thy early prime.
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Her love instructs a fair and num'rous race
To share his glon'es, and supply his place.
87
See, with what calmness, what contempt of breath,
The sons of Newgale hear the doom of death.
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Why pass in slav'ry here the ling'ring hours,
AVhilerQran dwells iniatriarantine bow'rs?
Where rivers q/'delight for ever flow,
And blushing fruits on trees immortal grow ; 11 - ' *
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Where no rude <tiwpests howl, no storms arise ;
Where suns eternal gild the genial skies,
Unfading flow'reis deck the verdant plains,
And spring in gay profusion ever reigns.
89
Fain would the Muse each be&ii-\-t coin plant | rehearse,
And sing their gloria in immortal verse.
90
ah! heed not, youth, yon Siren's 'witching lay :
Fly from her tempting accents : fly away.
jF5/se are her sounds, her visions vain, though bright--
A flitting rainbow's varied transient light.
91
Each manly sense, each charity refin'd ;
Whate'er diamines or exalts the mind.
92
For wisdom fam'd, for probity renown'd,
She sits in council, with bright honor crown'd.
198
Peace crowns our cities, plenty loads our plains;
And aether rings with grafw/ating strains.
94
Greater than he who vanquish'd first the main,
The Persian with a mil/ton in his train,
Himself soon vanquish'd by the Grecian chief,
And homeward sent in solitary grief.
95. -- Epitaph on an Infant.
Repose in peace, sweet babe! this still domain
Gives no admission to the tyrant, pain.
Thy noblest part, tby spotless soul, is flown
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To scenes where dread misfortunes are unknown.
96
At length thy long-lost liberty regain :
Tear the strong tie, and break th' inglorious chain:
Freed from false hopes, assume thy native pow'rs,
And give to Reason's rule thy future hours.
To her dominion yield thy trusting soul,
And bend thy wishes to her strong control.
97
Pleas'd have I oft our little babe caress'd,
And view'd him smiling at his mother's breast.
98
Early she rises, ere bright P/f<<bus shines,
and to her damsels sep'rate tasks assigns.
99
if to her farm some field conti-j-gwows lies,
With care she views it, and with prudence buys.
100
Benignanf, from her ever-open door,
She feeds the hungry, and relieves the poor.
101
Hope promis'd future bliss without alloy,
And Fancy's pencil pictur'd scenes of joy.
ah, gilded visions ! fleeting, as they're fair !
How soon those day-dreams vanish'd into air!
102
ies, Europe's polish'd sons approve the plan
That fetters and enslaves their fellow man. . . .
The wretched captive leaves his native shore,
Ne'er to behold his much-lov'd country more.
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103
Soon will misfortune their bright hopes destroy,
And dash with gall the mantling cup of joy.
104
Nature would droop in everlasting night,
Unbless'd by Sol, great source of heat and light.
10*
When tyrant Frost his strong dominion holds,
And not a blade expands, a bud unfolds *
When gather'd thunders burst abrupt find loud,
And midnight light'ning darts from cloud to cloud,
Or rends, with forceful momentary stroke,
The ivied turrit and the giant oak,
Can faint remembrance of meridian mirth
Bedeck with visiowcry charms the earth ?
106. -- Guilty Conscience.
She calls grim phantoms from the sha-\-dowy deep, j
And sends her Furies forth to torture sleep.
107. -- The kidnapped Negro Woman.
Excess of grief forbade her tears to flow :
She stood a living monument of woe.
No tender friend was near, with kind relief
To calm the wild extravagance of grief:
No pity could the hapless maiden find :
No scenes of sorrow touch the brutal mind.
Th' inhuman villains bore their prize away,
And gain'd the harbour where the vessel lay.
Convey'd on board, she join'd a num'rous band
Of fellow captives, pinion'd hand to hand.
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108. -- A Slavt-Ship.
There husbands, torn fron> all their hearts held dear,
In sullen sileoce drop the fruitless tear.
Fond mothers there, to gloomy grief consign'd,
Mourn jor the tender babes they left behind.
Heart-cheering hope forsook the horrid place;
And desperation lour'd in ev'ry face.
109
The undertakers say, on corses fed,
" ah I there's no man of va/ue, till he's dead. "
110. -- True Beauty.
What is the blooming tincture of the skin,
To peace of mind, and harmony within ?
What the bright sparkling of the finest eye,
To the soft soothing of a calm reply i
Can comeliness of form, or shape, or air,
With comeliness of words and deeds compare ?
No! those at first th' unwary heart may gain:
But these, these only can that heart retain.
VERSIFICATION.
Iambic Verses of eight syllables, or four feet, with the
accents on the second, fourth, sixth, and eighth sylla-
bles.
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And, while thy gracious gifts I feel,
My song shall all thy praise reveal.
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112
With freedom bless'd, at early dawn,
I wander o'er the verdant lawn.
113
Unheard I mourn, unknown I sigh,
Unfriended live, unpity'd die.
114
Below, the fleecy mothers stray'd ;
And, round, their sportive lambkins play'd.
115
Thy days, my friend, serenely flow,
Nor any "nterruption know.
116
The search shall teach thee life to prize,
And make thee grateful, good, and wise.
117
The flock in wild disorder fly,
And cast behind a frequent eye.
118
So high at last the contest rose,
From words they almost came to blows.
119
Religion's beams around thee shine,
And cheer thy glooms with light divine.
120
Henceforth to rural haunts I go,
Through summer's heat and winter's snow.
121
Thou fly'st to scenes where Youth and Joy
With Love and Mirth their time employ.
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122
A thousand shapes you wear with ease;
And still, in ev'ry shape, yon please.
123
To Hero's eyes Leauder bow'd :
Her cheek with yielding blushes glow'd.
124
The Muse, to merit ever true, ;
Prepares the meed to valour due.
125
To thee we raise the choral song,
To whom sublimer strains belong.
126
Beneath embow'iing shades supine,
He loves to drown his cares in wine.
187
The steed impatient spurns the ground:
The full-ton'd horns harmonious sound.
128
I neither wealth nor pow'r pursue,
Nor hold forbidden joys in view.
, . 129
And will you then this wealth conceal,
For age to rust, or time to steal ?
130
Her ways observant eyes confess:
Her steps pursuing praises bless.
131
The tim'rous breed the robber knew,
And, trembling, o'er the meadow flew,.
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Their nimblest speed the wolf o'ertook,
And courteous thus the dam bespoke.
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The fragrant airs and genial hours
Were shedding round him dews and flow'rs:
Before his wheels Aurora pass'd ;
And Hesper's'golden lamp was last.
133
By thee, their board with flow'rs is crown'd;
By thee, with songs their walks resound;
By thee, their sprightly mornings shine,
And ev'ning hours in peace decline.
Iambic Verses of eight syllables, with a mixture of
different feet. .
134
Repose, sweet babe! thy crying cease :
For thine's an age of truth and peace.
135
This fact, without another word,
A useful lesson might afford.
136
To one dear ooject ever bound,
For that I ever search around.
137
Where'er she passes, thousands bend;
And thousands, where she moves, attend.
138
The flow'rs, in early bloom disclos'd,
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upon her fragrant breast repos'd.
139
A mother may her son forsake:
But I my cov'nant ne'er will break.
140
One evning, as a simple swain
His flock attended on the plain,
The shining bow he chanc'd to spy,
Which warns us, when a show'r is nigh.
141
If Winter bellow from the north,
Soon the sweet Spring comes dancing forth.
142
Disputes, though short, are far too long,
When both alike are in the wrong.
143
Shut not your hearts, ye rich and great,
Against the wandVer at your gate.
144
Still must i of thy pow'r complain,
and thy too partial hand arraign ?
143
But must the gentle and the kind
Thy fury, undistinguish'd, find ?
146 .
Yet cruel i am call'd, and base,
Who seek the wretched to release.
147
The fox, in deeper cunning vers'd,
The beau^es of her mind rehears'd.
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148
Now striking low, now mounting high,
" We're lost! we're lost 1" the sailors cry.
149
Who mirth and viisd6m would combine,
Should to three cups his stint confine.
150
While here my stay I thus prolong,
The silent night steals swlj't along.
151
Now hunger, thirst, and toil combin'd,
To numb her limbs, and wring her mind.
152
Matur'd to hap-l-pier days, \ he may
With ti-\-lial love | your care repay.
153
The cares are past, that fill thy tale:
My present troubles / bewail.
154
But ah ! what dim and dismal shade
Casts this strunge horror o'er the glade ?
