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Exalted rise, with other honors crown'd;
And, where my Spirit wakes the finer powers, BRITAIN:
Athenian laurels still afresh shall bloom.
“Oblivious ages pass d ; while Earth, forsook BEING THE FOURTH PART OF
By her best genii, lay to demons foul,
And unchain'd furies, an abandon'd prey.
Contention led the van; first small of size,
And high her head above the stormy clouds,
She blaz'd in omens, swell'd the groaning winds Difference betwixt the ancients and moderns slight. From land to land the maddening trumpet blew,
With wild surmises, battlings, sounds of war : ly touched upon. Description of the dark ages. And pour'd her venom through the heart of man. The goddess of Liberty, who during these is
Shook to the Pole, the north obey'd her call. supposed to have left Earth, returns, attended with Arts and Science. She first descends on War against human-kind : Rapine, that led
Forth rush'd the bloody power of Gothic war, Italy. Sculpture, Painting, and Architecture fix Millions of raging robbers in his train : at Rome, to revive their several arts by the great Unlistening, barbarous Force, to whom the sword models of antiquity there, which many
Is reason, honor, law: the foe of arts invasions had not been able to destroy. The
By monsters follow'd, hideous to behold, revival of these arts marked out. That some
That claim'd their place. Outrageous mir'd with times arts may flourish for a while under despotic
these governments, though never the natural and genu. Another species of tyrannic rule, * ine production of them. Learning begins to dawn. The Muse and Science attend Liberty, who in Unknown before, whose cancerous shackles seiz'd
Th' envenom'd soul: a wilder sury, she her progress towards Great Britain raises several
Ev'n o'er her elder sistert tyranniz'd; free states and cities. These enumerated.
Author's exclamation of joy, upon seeing the British Dire was her train, and loud; the sable band,
Or, if perchance agreed, inflam'd her rage. seas and coasts rise in the vision, which painted Thundering, — Submit, ye laity! ye profane! whatever the goddess of Liberty said. She re- Earth is the Lord's, and therefore ours; let kings sumes her narration. The Genius of the deep Allow the common claim, and half be theirs ; appears, and, addressing Liberty, associates Great If not, behold! the sacred lightning flies :' Britain into his dominion. Liberty received and Scholastic Discord, with an hundred tongues, congratulated by Britannia, and the native Genii For science uttering jangling words obscure, or Virtues of the island. These described. Ani- Where frighted Reason never yet could dwell : mated by the presence of Liberty, they begin of peremptory feature, Cleric Pride, their operations. Their beneficent influence con- Whose reddening cheek no contradiction bears ; trasted with the works and delusions of opposing And Holy Slander, his associate firm, demons. Concludes with an abstract of the En. On whom the lying spirit still descends : glish history, marking the several advances of Mother of tortures ! Persecuting Zeal, Liberty, down to her complete establishment at High-Nashing in her hand the ready torch, the Revolution.
Or poniard bath'd in unbelieving blood ; STRUCK with the rising scene, thus I, amaz'd :
Hell's fiercest fiend! of saintly brow demure, Ah, goddess, what a change! Is earth the same?
Assuming a celestial seraph's name, Of the same kind the ruthless race she feeds?
While she, beneath the blasphemous pretence And does the same fair Sun and ether spread
Of pleasing Parent Heaven, the source of love! Round this vile spot their all-enlivening soul ?
Has wrought more horrors, more detested deeds Lo! beauty fails ; lost in unlovely forms
Than all the rest combin'd. Led on by her,
And wild of head to work her fell designs,
Came idiot Superstition ; round with ears
Innumerous strow'd, ten thousand monkish forms Mankind, and every grace of life is gone."
With legends plied them, and with tenets, meant To this the power, whose vital radiance calls
To charm or scare the simple into slaves, From the brute mass of man an order'd world :
And poison reason; gross, she swallows all, "Wait till the morning shines, and from the Broad o'er the whole her universal night,
The most absurd believing ever mosi. depth Of Gothic darkness springs another day.
The gloom still doubling. Ignorance diffus d. True genius droops ; the tender ancient taste
“ Nought to be seen, but visionary monks Of beauty, then fresh-blooming in her primo,
To councils strolling, and embroiling creeds ; But faintly trembles through the callous soul,
Banditti saints,f disturbing distant lands ; And grandeur, or of morals, or of life,
And unknown nations, wandering for a home. Sinks into safe pursuits, and creeping cares.
All lay revers'd: the sacred arts of rule Evin cautious Virtue seems to stoop her flight,
Turn'd to flagitious leagues against mankind, And aged life to deem the generous deeds
And arts of plunder more and more avow'd; of youth romantic. Yet in cooler thought
Pure plain devotion to a solemn farce ;S Well-reason'd, in researches piercing deep
+ Church power, or ecclesiastical tyranny, Through Nature's works, in profitable arts,
t Civil tyranny. And all that calm experience can disclose,
1 Crusades. (Slow guide, but sure,) behold the world anew § The corruption of the church of Rome.
To holy dotage virtue, ev'n to guile,
"At last Heaven's best inexplicable scheme,
Lombards, barbarians broke from every land,
"Here Sculpture, Painting, Architecture, bent From ancient models to restore their arts, Remain'd. A little trace we how they rose.
"Amid the hoary ruins Sculpture first, Deep-digging, from the cavern dark and damp, Their grave for ages, bid her marble race Spring to new light. Joy sparkled in her eyes, And old remembrance thrill'd in every thought, As she the pleasing resurrection saw. In leaning site, respiring from his toils, The well-known hero, who deliver'd Greece, His ample chest, all tempested with force, Unconquerable rear'd. She saw the head, Breathing the hero, small, of Grecian size, Scarce more extensive than the sinewy neck; The spreading shoulders, muscular, and broad; The whole a mass of swelling sinews, touch'd Into harmonious shape; she saw, and joy'd. The yellow hunter, Meleager, rais'd His beauteous front, and through the finish'd whole Shows what ideas smil'd of old in Greece. Of raging aspect, rush'd impetuous forth The gladiator. Pitiless his look,
And each keen sinew brac'd, the storm of war,
So turn'd each limb, so swell'd with softening art,
"She bore no more, but straight from Gothic rust Her chisel clear'd, and dust and fragments drove Impetuous round. Successive as it went, From son to son, with more enlivening touch, From the brute rock it call'd the breathing form;
* The dying gladiator.
The Venus of Medici.
The group of Laocoon and his two sons, destroyed by two serpents.
See Æneid, ii. ver 199–227.
It is reported of Michael Angelo Buonaroti, the most celebrated master of modern sculpture, that he wrought with a kind of inspiration, or enthusiastical fury, which produced the effect here mentioned.
Till, in a legislator's awful grace
Had social freedom bound their peace and arts, Dress'd, Buonaroti bid a Moses rise,
Instead of ruling power, ne'er meant for them, And, looking love immense, a Savior-God.* Employ'd their little cares, and sav'd their fate. Of these observant, Painting felt the fire
“ Beyond the rugged Apennines, that roll Burn inward. Then ecstatic she diffus'd
Far through Italian bounds their wavy tops, The canvas, seiz'd the pallet, with quick hand My path, too, I with public blessings strow'd ; The colors brew'd; and on the void expanse Free states and cities, where the Lombard plain, Her gay creation pour'd, her mimic world. In spite of culture negligent and gross, Poor was the manner of her eldest race,
From her deep bosom pours unbidden joys, Barren, and dry; just struggling from the taste, And green o'er all the land a garden spreads. That had for ages scar'd in cloisters dim
“ The barren rocks themselves beneath my foot The superstitious herd: yet glorious then
Relenting bloom'd on the Ligurian shore. Were deem'd their works; where undevelop'd lay Thick-swarming people* there, like emmets, seiz'd, The future wonders that enrich'd mankind, Amid surrounding cliffs, the scatter'd spots, And a new light and grace o'er Europe cast. Which Nature left in her destroying raget Arts gradual gather streams. Enlarging this, Made their own fields, nor sigh'd for other lands. To each his portion of her various gifts
There, in white prospect, from the rocky hill, The goddess dealt, to none indulging all ; Gradual descending to the shelter'd shore, No, not to Raphael. At kind distance still By me proud Genoa's marble turrets rose. Perfection stands, like happiness, to tempt
And while my genuine spirit warm'd her sons, Th'eternal chase. In elegant design
Beneath her Dorias, not unworthy, she Improving Nature ; in ideas fair,
Vied for the trident of the narrow seas, Or great, extracted from the fine antique ;
Ere Britain yet had open'd all the main. In attitude, expression, airs divine,
« Nor be the then triumphant states forgot, Her sons of Rome and Florence bore the prize. Where, push'd from plunder'd earth, a remnants To those of Venice she the magic art
still, Of colors melting into colors gave.
Inspir'd by me, through the dark ages kept Theirs too it was by one embracing mass
Of my old Roman flame some sparks alive: Of light and shade that settles round the whole, The seeming god-built city! which my hand Or varies tremulous from part to part,
Deep in the bosom fix'd of wondering seas. O'er all a binding harmony to throw,
Astonish'd mortals sail'd, with pleasing awe, To raise the picture, and repose the sight.
Around the sea-girt walls, by Neptune fenc'd, The Lombard schoolt succeeding, mingled both. And down the briny street; where on each hand,
Meantime dread fanes, and palaces, around, Amazing seen amid unstable waves, Reard the magnific front. Music again
The splendid palace shines ; and rising rides, Her universal language of the heart
The green steps marking, murmur at the door. Renew'd; and, rising from the plaintive vale, To this fair queen of Adria's stormy gulf, To the full concert spread, and solemn quire. The mart of nations! long, obedient seas
"Ev'n bigots smil'd; to their protection took Roll'd all the treasure of the radiant East; Arts not their own, and from them borrow'd pomp: But now no more. Than one great tyrant worse For in a tyrant's garden these awhile
(Whose shar'd oppression lightens, as diffusd) May bloom, though freedom be their parent soil. Each subject tearing, many tyrants rose.
" And now confest, with gently-glowing gleam, The least the proudest. Join'd in dark cabal,
Of toil impatient, flags the drooping sail.
Opening a thousand ports, and, charm'd with toil,
“ On Arno'st fertile plain, where the rich vine Luxuriant o'er Etrurian mountains roves,
* The Genoese territory is reckoned very populous, but Safe in the lap repos'd of private bliss,
the towns and villages for the most part lie hid among I small republics ý rais'd. Thrice-happy they! the Apennine rocks and mountains.
† According to Dr. Burnet's system of the deluge. * Esteemed the two finest pieces of modern sculpture. 1 Venice was the most flourishing city in Europe, with † The school of the Caracci.
regard to trade, before the passage to the East Indies by I The river Arno runs through Florence.
the Cape of Good Hope and America was discovered. $ The republics of Florence, Pisa, Lucca, and Sienna. $ Those who fled to some marshes in the Adriatic guld They formerly had very cruel wars together, but at the from the desolation spread over Italy by an irruption of time when this poem was written, were all peaceably the Huns, first founded there this famous city, about the subject to the Great Duke of Tuscany, except it be Lucca, beginning of the fifth century. which still maintained the form of a republic.
| The main ocean.
1 Great Britain.
"The mountains then, clad with eternal snow,
Here, with the shifted vision, burst my joy.
· Ev'n, cheer'd by me, their shaggy mountains
It works his dreadful will. To me his voice
Ev'n yet untouch'd by daring keel, be theirs
From these descending, as I wav'd my course
A nobler brow, and through their swarming streets, To distant nations through the pathless main,
Chief, for their fearless hearts the glory waits,
Long months from land, while the black stormy
"Thence the loud Baltic passing, black with storm,
* The Swiss Cantons.
† Geneva, situated on the Lacus Lemanus, a small state, but a noble example of the blessings of civil and religious liberty.
The Swiss, after having been long absent from their native country, are seized with such a violent desire of seeing it again, as affects them with a kind of languish ing indisposition, called the Swiss sickness. § The Hanse Towns. See note (**) p. 487.
Around them rages, on the groaning mast
While the loud thunder rattling from his hand, The fount of truth. The thoughtful Power, a part,
Now, pensive, cast on Earth his fix'd regard, “Of this encounter glad, my way to land Now, touchd celestial, lanch'd it on the sky. I quick pursued, that from the smiling sea
'The Genius he whence Britain shines supreme,
But gradual, silent, lasting, and profound.
And Independence, stood : the generous pair, Full of old time, since first the rushing flood, That simple life, the quiet-whispering grove, Urg'd by Almighty Power, this favor’d isle And the still raptures of the free-born soul Turn'd flashing from the continent aside,
To cates prefer, by virtue bought, not carnd, Indented shore to shore responsive still,
Proudly prefer them to the servile pomps,
Demanded, quit his sylvan friend awhile ;
Nor stormy tyrants, nor corruption's tools,
Of secret-sapping gold. All their vile arts,
A moment's parley were eternal shame :
From dirty levees he unstain'd ascends,
And firm in senates stands the patriot's ground,
Rude, callous, sinew-swellid, and black with toil,
Came manly Indignation. Sour he seems, Blood is a pastime; and his heart, elate,
And more than seems, by lawful pride assail'd ; Knows no depressing fear. That Virtue known Yet kind at heart, and just, and generous, there By the relenting look, whose equal heart
No vengeance lurks, no pale insidious gall : For others feels, as for another self:
Evin in the very luxury of rage,
The nerve, support, and glory of the land !
Here pass’d in silence ; whose enraptur'd eye
Link'd to divine: who not from servile fear,
By rites for some weak tyrant incense fit,
Efusing gladness, into pleasing awe
Of fearless confidence that smiles serene;
That lives devotion, one continual hymn, Or whether to philosophy, and arts,
And then most grateful, when Heaven's bounty mcet (At once the basis and the finish’d pride
Is right enjoy’d. This ever-cheerful power
Or pleasures rather. Long the pungent time
Pass'd not in mutual hails; but, through the land She punishment awards ; yet of the good
Darting our light, we shone the fogs away.
Such grace, such beauty, such victorious light,
Hence the foul demons, that oppose our reign,
Would still from us deluded mortals wrap;