Sweet is the rofe-empurpled bow'r,
And fweet the juice diftilling bright
In rills of crimson from the vine:
But are they sweet, or have they power,
To bathe the fenfes in delight,
Where beauty's prefence does not shine?
Nay, let the magic hand of art
The animated picture grace,
With all the hues it can devise
Yet this no pleasure will impatt,
Without the foul-enchanting face
Tinctur'd with nature's purer dyes.
But what's thy life, O Hafez, fay
A coin that will no value bear,
Altho' by thee 'tis priz'd in vain-
Not worthy to be thrown away
At the rich banquet of thy Fair,
Where boundless love and pleafure reign.

HYMN to NARA YENA. By Sir WILLIAM JONES

I.

PIRIT of fpirits, who, thro' every part

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Of space expanded, and of endless time,}
Beyond the ftretch of lab'ring thought fublime,
Bad'it uproar into beauteous order start,

Before Heaven was, thou art:

Ere fpheres beneath us roll'd or fpheres above,
Ere earth in firmamental ether hung,

Thou fatt'ft alone; till, through thy myftic love,
Things unexifting, to exiftence fprung,

And grateful defcant fung.

What first impell'd thee to exert thy might?

Goodness unlimited. What glorious light

Thy power directed? wifdom without bound.

What prov'd it firft? Oh! guide my fancy right;
Oh! raife from cumbrous ground

My foul in rapture drown'd,

That fearless it may foar on wings of fire;

For thou, who only know'it, thou only canft infpire.

II.

Wrapt in eternal folitary fhade,

Th' impenetrable gloom of light intenfe,

Impervious, inacceffible, immenfe,

Ere fpirits were infuf'd or forms difplay'd,

Brehm his own mind survey❜d,

Alluding to the oriental cuftom of throwing handfuls of coin to the populace st public entertainments, and on other occafions of festivity.

As

As mortal eyes (thus finite we compare
With infinite) in smoothest mirrors gaze:
Swift as his look, a fhape fupremely fair
Leap'd into being, with a boundless blaze,
That fifty fun's might daze.

Primeval Maya was the goddefs nam'd,
Who to her fire, with love divine inflam'd,
A casket gave with rich ideas fill'd,

From which this gorgeous univerfe he fram'd:
For when th' Almighty will'd
Unnumber'd worlds to build,

From unity diverfified he fprang,

While gay creation laugh'd, and procreant nature rang.

III.

First an all-potent, all-pervading found,
Bade flow the waters-and the waters flow'd,
Exulting in their measureless abode,

Diffufive, multitudinous, profound,

Above, beneath, around;

Then o'er the vast expanfe primordial winds
Breath'd gently, till a lucid bubble rose,
Which grew in perfect flape an egg refin'd:
Created fubftance no fuch luftre shows,
Earth no fuch beauty knows.

Above the warring waves it danc'd elate,
Till from its bursting fhell, with lovely state,
A form cerulean flutter'd o'er the deep,
Brightest of beings, greatest of the great;
Who not as mortals steep

Their eyes in dewy fleep,

But heavenly penfive on the lotos lay,

That bloffom'd at his touch, and shed a golden ray.

IV.

Hail, primal bloffom! hail, empyreal gem!

Kemel or Pedma, or whate'er high name

Delights thee, fay, what four-form'd Godhead came,

With graceful ftole and beamy diadem,

Forth from thy verdant stem ?

Full-gifted Brehma! wrapt in folemn thought

He flood, and round his eyes fire-darting threw:

But, whilst his viewlefs origin he fought,

One plain he faw of living waters blue,

Their fpring nor faw nor knew;

Then in his parent-ftalk again retir'd,
With reftlefs pain for ages he enquir'd,

What were his powers, by whom, and why conferr'd;

With doubts perplex'd, with keen impatience fir'd,

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He

He rofe, and rifing heard

Th' unknown all-knowing word:

"Brehma! no more in vain research perfift,

"My veil thou canst not move-Go; bid all worlds exist.”
V.

Hail, felf-exiftent, in celeftial fpeech
Narayen, from thy watery cradle, nam'd ;
Or Venamaly may I fing unblam'd,
With flowery braids, that to thy fandals reach,
Whole beauties who can teach?

Or high Pictamber, clad in yellow robes,
Than fun-beams brighter in meridian glow,
That weave their heaven-fpun light o'er circling globes?
Unwearied, lotos-eyed, with dreadful bow,

Dire evil's conftant foe!

Great Redmanabha, o'er thy cherish'd world
The pointed Choera, by thy fingers whirl'd,
Fierce Hytabh fhall deftroy, and Medhugrim,
To black defpair and deep deftruction hurl'd.
Such views my senses dim,

My eyes in darkness swim:

What eye can bear thy blaze, what utterance tell
Thy deeds with filver trump or many-wreathed shell,

VI.

Omniscient fpirit, whofe all-ruling power
Bids from each sense bright emanations beam:
Glows in the rainbow, fparkles in the ftream,
Smiles in the bud, and gliftens in the flower
That crowns each vernal bower;
Sighs in the gale, and warbles in the throat
Of every bird that hails the bloomy spring,
Or tells his love in many a liquid note,
Whilft envious artifts touch the rival string,
Till rock and forefts ring;

Breathes in rich fragrance from the fandal grove,
Or where the precious mufk-deer playful rove:
In dulcet juice from clustering fruit distils,
And burns falubrious in the tasteful clove;
Soft banks and verdurous hills
The prefent influence fills;

In air, in floods, in caverns, woods, and plains,
Thy will infpirits all, thy fovereign Maya reigns,
VII.

Blue crystal vault and elemental fires,

That in th? etherial fluid blaze and breathe;

Thou toffing main, whofe fnaky branches wreathe
This penfile orb with intertwifting gyres;

Mountains,

Mountains, whofe radiant fpires
Prefumptuous rear their fummits to the skies,
And blend their emerald hue with fapphire light:
Simooth meads and lawns, that glow with varying dyes
Of dew-befpangled leaves and bloffoms bright,
Hence! vanish from my fight,

Delufive pictures! unfubftantial fhows!
My foul abforb'd one only being knows,
Of all perceptions one abundant fource,
Whence every object, every moment flows.
Suns hence derive their force,

Hence planets learn their courfe;

But funs and fading worlds I view no more,
God only I perceive, God only I adore.

POEM addreffed to SENSIBILITY.

[From the Second Book of Poems by Ann Yearfley.]

H! Senfibility! Thou bufy nurse

Of Inj'ries once receiv'd, why wilt thou feed Those ferpents in the foul? their ftings more fell Than thofe which writh'd round Priam's priestly fon; I feel them here! They rend my panting breast, But I will tear them thence: ah! effort vain! Disturb'd they grow rapacious, while their fangs Strike at poor Memory; wounded the deplores Her ravifh'd joys, and murmurs o'er the past.

Why fhrinks my foul within these prifon walls, Where wretches fhake their chains? Ill-fated youth, Why does thine eye run wildly o'er my form, Pointed with fond enquiry? 'Tis not me, Thy reftlefs thought would find; the filent tear Steals gently down his cheek; ah! could my arms Afford thee refuge, I would bear thee hence To a more peaceful dwelling. Vain the wish! Thy pow'rs are all unhing'd, and thou wouldst fit Infenfible to fympathy farewell,

Lamented being! ever loft to hope.

I leave thee, yea defpair myself of cure.
For, oh, my bofom bleeds, while griefs like thine
Increase the recent pang. Penfive I rove,
More wounded than the hart, whofe fide yet holds
The deadly arrow; Friendship, boast no more
Thy hoard of joys, o'er which my foul oft hung;
Like the too anxious mifer o'er his gold.
My treafures all are wreck'd; I quit the scene
Where haughty infult cut the facred ties
Which long had held us: cruel Julius! takę
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My laft adieu. The wound thou gav'ft is death,
Nor can't e'en thou recall my frighted sense
With friendship's pleafing found; yet will I clafp
Thy valued image to my aching mind,
And viewing that, forgive thee; will deplore
The blow that fever'd two congenial fouls!
Officious Senfibility! 'tis thine

To give the fineft anguish, to diffolve
The drofs of fpirit, till all effence, she
Refines on real woe; from thence extracts
Sad unexifting phantoms, never seen.

Yet, dear ideal mourner, be thou near
When on Lyfander's tears I filent gaze;
Then, with thy viewlefs pencil, form his figh,
His deepest groan, his forrow-tinged thought,
With immature, impatience, cold defpair,
With all the tort'ring images that play,
In fable hue, within his wafted mind.

And when this dreary group fhall meet my thought,
Oh! throw my pow'rs upon a fertile space,
Where mingles ev'ry varied foft relief.
Without thee, I could offer but the dregs
Of vulgar confolation; from her cup
He turns the eye, nor dare it foil his lip!
Raife thou my friendly hand; mix thou the draught
More pure than ether, as ambrofia clear,
Fit only for the foul; thy chalice fill
With drops of fympathy, which swiftly fall
From my afflicted heart: yet-yet beware,
Nor ftoop to feize from paffion's warmer clime
A pois'nous fweet.-Bright cherub, fafely rove
Thro' all the deep receffes of the foul!
Float on her raptures, deeper tinge her woes,
Strengthen emotion, higher waft her figh,
Sit in the tearful orb, and ardent gaze.
On joy or forrow. But thy empire ends
Within the line of Spirit. My rough faul,
O Senfibility! defenceless hails,

Thy feelings moft acute. Yet, ye who boaft
Of bliss I ne'er must reach, ye, who can fix
A rule for fentiment, if rules there are,
(For much I doubt, my friends, if rule e'er held
Capacious fentiment) ye fure can point

My mind to joys that never touch'd the heart.
What is this joy? Where does its effence rest?
Ah! felf-confounding fophifts, will ye dare
Pronounce that joy which never touch'd the heart?
Does education give the tranfport keen,

Or fwell your vaunted grief? No, nature feels
Moft poignant, undefended; hails with me
The pow'rs of Senfibility untaught.

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