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4. And moody Madness laughing wild.
Stanza 8. 1. 9.
Madness laughing in her ireful mood.
Dryden's Palamon and Arcite. G.
2. Exact my own defects to scan.
1. This Ode was first published, with the three foregoing, in Dodsley's Miscellany, under the title of an Hymn to Adversity, which title is here dropped for the sake of uniformity in the page. It is unquestionably as truly lyrical as any of his other Odes.
Stanza 6. 1. 7.
The many hard consonants, which occur in this line, hurt the ear; Mr. Gray perceived it himself, but did not alter it, as the words themselves were those which best conveyed his idea, and therefore he did not choose to sacrifice sense to sound.
HAD Mr. Gray compleated the fine lyrical fragment, which I have inserted in the fourth section of the Memoirs, I should have introduced it into the text of his Poems, as the fifth and last of his monostrophic Odes. In order to fulfil the promise which I there made to my reader, I shall now reprint the piece with my own additions to it. I have already made my apology for the attempt; and therefore shall only add, that although (as is usually done on such occasions) I print my supplemental lines in the italic character, yet I am well aware that their inferiority would but too easily distinguish them without any typographical assistance.
THE PLEASURE ARISING FROM VICISSITUDE.
Now the golden Morn aloft
Waves her dew-bespangled wing,
Till April starts, and calls around
New-born flocks, in rustic dance,
Forgetful of their wintry trance,
Rise, my Soul! on wings of fire,
Yesterday the sullen year
Smiles on past Misfortune's brow
And o'er the cheek of Sorrow throw
A melancholy grace;
While Hope prolongs our happier hour,
Still, where rosy Pleasure leads,
See the Wretch, that long has tost
At length repair his vigour lost,
And breathe, and walk again:
The simplest note that swells the gale,
Humble Quiet builds her cell,
Near the source whence Pleasure flows;
She eyes the clear
And tastes it as it
While far below the madding Croud
Mark where Indolence, and Pride,
Mark Ambition's march sublime
And sickens at the sight.
Phantoms of Danger, Death, and Dread,
*So Milton accents the word:
On the crystalline sky, in sapphire thron'd.
P. L. Book vi, v. 772.