Imatges de pÓgina
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The beauteous shapes of objects near,
Or distant ones confus'd in air;
The golden eve, the blushing dawn,
Smiling on the lovely lawn!
And pleasing views of checker'd glades,
And rivers winding thro' the shades,
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hills—and pleasant plains,
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merry nymphs and swains,
Or some old building, hid with grass,
Rearing sad its ruin'd face,
Whose columns, frizes, statues; lie
The grief and wonder of the eye!
Or swift adown a mountain tall
A foaming cat'raet's sounding fall,
Whose loud roaring stuns the ear
Of the wondering traveller ;
Or a calm and quiet bay,
And a level shining sea ;
Or surges rough, that froth and roar,
And, angry, dash the sounding shore ;
And vessels toss'd, and billows high,
And light’ning flashing from the sky ;
Or that which gives me most delight,
The fair idea (seeming sight!)
Of warrior fierce, with shining blade,
Or orator, with arms display'd,
Tully's engaging air and mien
Declaiming against Catiline;
Or fierce Achilles towering high

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Or Hercules, with lion's hide, And knotty cudgel, thrown aside,

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Or Sisyphus, with toil and sweat, And muscles strain'd, striving to get Up a steep hill a ponderous stone, Which near the top recoils,and rolls impetuous down; Or beauteous Helen's easy air, With head reclin'd, and flowing hair ; Or comely Paris, gay and young, Moving with gallant grace along! These you can do I but advance In a florid ignorance, And say to you, who better know, You should design them so and so.

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TO AARON HILL, ESQ.

ON HIS POEM CALLED GIDEON

Tell me, wondrous. Friend ! where were you
When Gideon was your lofty song?
Where did the heav’nly spirit bear you
When your fair soul reflected strong
Gideon's actions, as they shin'd
Bright in the chambers of your mind?

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Say, have you trod Arabia's spicy vales,
Or gather'd bays beside Euphrates' stream,
Or lonely sung with Jordan's water-falls,
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Or have you many ages giv'n
To close retirement and to books,
And held a long discourse with Heav'n,
And notic'd Nature in her various looks,
Full of inspiring wonder and delight,

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Slow read I Gideon with a greedy eye,
Like a pleas’d traveller, that lingers sweet
On soine fair and lofty plain
Where the sun does brightly shine,
And glorious prospects all around him lie.
On Gideon's pages beautifully shine
Surprising pictures rising to my sight,
With all the life of colours and of line,
And all the force of rounding shade and light,
And all the grace of something more divine. 85
High on a hill, beneath an oak's broad arm,
I see a youth divinely fair!
“ Pensive he leans his head on his left hand;
“ His smiling eye sheds sweetness mix'd with awe;
“ His right hand with a milk-white wand some fi-
gure seems to draw !

30 “ A nameless grace is scatter'd thro' his air, “ And o’er his shoulders loosely flows his amber

colour'd hair !" Above, with burning blush the morning glows,

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" Slow from the plain the melting dews, " To kiss the sunbeams, climbing, rise," &c. Methinks the grove of Baal I see, In terrac'd stages mount up high, And wave its sable beauties in the sky: “ From stage to stage broad step of half-hid stone, 40 “ With curling moss and blady grass o'er grown, " Lead awfulDown in a dungeon deep, “ Where thro’ thick walls, oblique, the broken light “ From narrow loopholes quivers to the sight, 45 “ With swift and furious stride, « Close-folded arms, and short and sudden starts, “ The fretful prince, in dumb and sullen pride • Resolves escape"Here in red colours, glowing bold,

50 A warlike figure strikes my eye, The dreadful sudden sight his foes behold Confounded so, they lose the pow'r to fly; “ Backening they gaze at distance on his fiice, “ Admire his posture, and confess his grace 55 “ His right hand grasps his planted spear,” &c. Alas! my Muse! thro' much good will your err, And we the mighty author greatly wrong; To gather beauties here and there, As but a scatter'd few they were,

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