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On gracious errands bent: to save the fall
In one impetuous torrent, down the steep
At first, an azure sheet, it rushes broad:
And from the loud-resounding rocks below
Dash'd in a cloud of foam, it sends aloft
Bul, raging still amid the shaggy rocks,
Aslant the hollow channel rapid darts;
And, falling fast from gradual slope to slope,
Along the mazes of the quiet vale.
Invited froin the cliff, to whose dark brow
With upward pinions, through the flood of day;
Gains on the Sun; while all the tuneful race,
Short interval of weary woe! again
Across his fancy comes; and then resounds
A louder song of sorrow through the grove.
Beside the dewy border let me sit,
All in the freshness of the humid air;
An ample chair moss-lin'd, and over-head
Of fragrant woodbine loads his little thigh.
Now, while I taste the sweetness of the shade, of poet, swelling to seraphic strain."
While Nature lies around deep-lull'd in Noon,
And view the wonders of the torrid zone :
Yon blaze is feeble, and yon skies are cool.
Rising direct, swift chases from the sky
And barbarous wealth, that see each circling year,
Or to the far horizon wide diffus'd,
A boundless deep immensity of shade.
east, or the collateral points, the north east and southI check my steps, and view the broken scene.
east; caused by the pressure of the rarefied air on that Smooth to the shelving brink a copious flood
before it, according to the diurnal motion of the Sun froin
east to west. Rolls fair, and placid; where, collected all
| In all climates between the tropics, the Sun, as he A young lady who died at the age of eighteen, in the passes and repasses in his annual motion, is twice a year year 1738.
vertical, which produces this effect.
Here lofty trees, to ancient song unknown, Leans the huge elephant: wisest of brutes !
O truly wise! with gentle might endow'd,
Of what the never-resting race of men And vital spirit, drink amid the cliffs
Project: thrice happy! could he 'scape their guile, And burning sands that bank the shrubby vales, Who mine, from cruel avarice, his steps ; Redoubled day, yet in their rugged coats Or with his towery grandeur swell their state, A friendly juice to cool its rage contain.
The pride of kings! or else his strength pervert, Bear me, Pomona! to thy citron-groves ; And bid him rage amid the mortal fray, To where the lemon and the piercing lime, Astonish'd at the madness of mankind. With the deep orange, glowing through the green, Wide o'er the winding umbrage of the floods, Their lighter glories blend. Lay me reclin'd Like vivid blossoms glowing from afar, Beneath the spreading tamarind that shakes, Thick swarm the brighter birds. For Nature's hand, Fann'd by the breeze, its fever-cooling fruit. That with a sportive vanity has deck'd Deep in the night the massy locust sheds, (maze, The plumy nations, there her gayest hues Quench my hot limbs; or lead me through the Profusely pours. But, if she bids them shine, Embowering endless, of the Indian fig;
Array'd in all the beauteous beams of day, Or, thrown at gayer ease, on some fair brow, Yet, frugal still, she humbles them in song.f Let me behold, by breezy murmurs coolid, Nor envy we the gaudy robes they lent Broad o'er my head the verdant cedar wave, Proud Montezuma's realm, whose legions cast And high palmettoes lift their graceful shade. A boundless radiance waving on the Sun, Or, stretch'd amid these orchards of the Sun, While Philomel is ours; while in our shades, Give me to drain the cocoa's milky bowl,
Through the soft silence of the listening night, And from the palm to draw its freshening wine! The sober-suited songstress trills her lay. More bounieous far than all the frantic juice
But come, my Muse, the desert-barrier burst, Which Bacchus pours. Nor, on its slender twigs A wild expanse of lifeless sand and sky: Low-bending, be the full pomegranate scorn'd; And, swifter than the toiling caravan, Nor, creeping through the woods, the gelid race Shoot o'er the vale of Sennar; ardent climb Of berries. Oft in humble station dwells:
The Nubian mountains, and the secret bounds Unboastful worth, above fastidious pomp.
Of jealous Abyssinia boldly pierce. Witness, thou best Anâna, thou the pride
Thou art no ruffian, who beneath the mask Of vegetable life, beyond whate'er
of social commerce com’st to rob their wealth ; The poets imag'd in the golden age :
No holy Fury thou, blaspheming Heaven, Quick let me strip thee of thy tufty coat,
With consecrated steel to stab their peace, Spread thy ambrosial stores, and feast with Jove ! And through the land, yet red from civil wounds,
From these the prospect varies. Plains immense To spread the purple tyranny of Rome. Lie stretch'd below, interminable meads,
Thou, like the harmless bee, may'st freely range And vast savannas, where the wandering eye, From mead to mead, bright with exalted flowers, Unfix'd, is in a verdant ocean lost.
From jasmine grove to grove, may'st wander gay, Another Flora there, of bolder hues,
Through palmy shades and aromatic woods, And richer sweets, beyond our garden's pride, That grace the plains, invest the peopled hills, Plays o'er the fields, and showers with sudden hand And up the more than Alpine mountains wave. Exuberant Spring; for oft these valleys shift There on the breezy summit, spreading fair, Their gree mbroider'd robe to fiery brown, For many a league ; or on stupendous rocks, And swift to green again, as scorching suns, That from the sun-redoubling valley list, Or streaming dews and torrent rains, prevail. Cool to the middle air, their lawny tops ;
Along these lonely regions, where, retir'd Where palaces, and fanes, and villas rise; From liule scenes of art, great Nature dwells And gardens smile around, and cultur'd fields; In awful solitude, and nought is seen
And fountains gush ; and careless herds and flocks But the wild herds that own no master's stall, Securely stray; a world within itself, Prodigious rivers roll their fattening seas;
Disdaining all assault: there let me draw On whose luxuriant herbage, half-conceald, Ethereal soul, there drink reviving gales, Like a fallin cedar, far diffus'd his train,
Profusely breathing from the spicy groves, Cas'd in green scales, the crocodile extends. And vales of fragrance; there at distance hear The flood disparts : behold! in plaited mail, The roaring floods, and cataracts, that sweep Behemoth * rears his head. Glanc'd from his side, From disembowell’d Earth the virgin gold; The darted steel in idle shivers flies :
And o'er the varied landscape, restless, rove, He searless walks the plain, or seeks the hills; Fervent with life of every fairer kind : Where, as he crops his varied fare, the herds, A land of wonders! which the Sun still eyes In widening circle round, forget their food, With ray direct, as of the lovely realm And at the harmless stranger wondering gaze. Enamour'd, and delighting there to dwell. [noon,
Peaceful, beneath primeval trees, that cast How chang'd the scene! In blazing height of Their ample shade o'er Niger's yellow stream, The Sun, oppress'd, is plung'd in thickest gloom. And where the Ganges rolls his sacred wave; Still Horror reigns, a dreary twilight round, Or mid the central depth of blackening woods, High rais'd in solemn theatre around,
t In all the regions of the torrid zone, the birds, though
more beautiful in their plumage, are observed to be less * The hippopotamus, or river-horse.
melodious than ours.
of struggling night and day malignant mix'd. And many a nation feed, and circle safe, For to the hot equator crowding fast,
In their soft bosom, many a happy isle;
The seat of blameless Pan, yet undisturb'd
Yields to the liquid weight of half the globe;
But what avails this wondrous waste of wealth? Around the cold aërial mountain's brow,
This gay profusion of luxurious bliss ? And by conflicting winds together dash'd,
This pomp of Nature? what their balmy meads, The Thunder holds his black tremendous throne: Their powerful herbs, and Ceres void of pain ? From cloud to cloud the rending Lightnings rage; By vagrant birds dispers'd, and wasting wiuds, Till, in the furious elemental war
What their unplanted fruits? what the cool draughts, Dissolv'd, the whole precipitated mass,
Th'ambrosial food, rich gums, and spicy health,
Their forests yield ? their toiling insects what,
What all that Afric's golden rivers roll,
Her odorous woods, and shining ivory stores ? His playful youth, amid the fragrant isles,
Ill-fated race! the softening arts of peace,
Whate'er the humanizing Muses teach;
Command the world; the light that leads to Heaven,
And all-protecting freedom, which alone of life-deserted sand : till, glad to quit
Sustains the name and dignity of man:
His brother Niger, too, and all the floods Of beauty blasting, gives the gloomy hue,
The soft regards, the tenderness of life,
Of milder climes ; in selfish fierce desire, All, at this bounteous season, ope their urns,
And the wild fury of voluptuous sense, And pour untoiling harvest o'er the land.
There lost. The very brute creation there
Lo! the green serpent, from his dark abode,
In orbs immense, then, darting out anew,
tongue, The mighty Orellana.t Scarce the Muse
And deathful jaws erect, the monster curls
Whose high-concocted venom through the veins
A rapid lightning darts, arresting swift
This child of vengeful nature! There, sublim'd
And foul misdeed, when the pure day has shut
His sacred eye. The tiger darting fierce * The river that runs through Siam ; on whose banks Impetuous on the prey his glance has doom'd. a vast number of those insects called fire-flies make a The lively-shining leopard, speckled o'er beautiful appearance in the night.
With many a spot, the beauty of the waste + The river of the Amazons.
And, scorning all the taming arts of man,
The keen hyena, sellest of the fell.
Falsely serene, deep in a cloudy speckt These, rushing from th’inhospitable woods Compress'd, the mighty tempesi brooding dwells: Of Mauritania, or the tufted isles
Of no regard, save to the skilful eye, That verdant rise amid the Libyan wild,
Fiery and foul, the small prognostic hangs Innumerous glare around their shaggy king, Aloft, or on the promontory's brow Majestic, stalking o'er the printed sand;
Musters its force. A faint deceitful calm, And, with imperious and repeated roars,
A fluttering gale the demon sends before, Demand their fated food. The fearful flocks To lempt the spreading sail. Then down at once, Crowd near the guardian swain; the nobler herds, Precipitant, descends a mingled mass Where round their lordly bull, in rural ease, of roaring winds, and flame, and rushing floods. They ruminating lie, with horror hear
In wild amazement fix'd, the sailor stands. The coming rage. Th’awaken'd village starts ; Art is too slow: by rapid Fate oppress'd, And to her fluttering breast the mother strains His broad-wing‘d vessel drinks the whelming tide, Her thoughtless infant. From the pirate's den, Hid in the bosom of the black abyss. Or stern Morocco's tyrant-fang escap'd,
With such mad seas the daring Gama I fought, The wretch half-wishes for his bonds again: For many a day, and many a dreadful night, While, uproar all, the wilderness resounds, Incessani, laboring round the stormy Cape; From Atlas eastward to the frighted Nile. By bold ambition led, and bolder thirst
Unhappy he! who from the first of joys, of gold. For then from ancient gloom emerg'd Society, cut off, is left alone
The rising world of trade: the genius, then,
Had slumber'd on the vast Atlantic deep,
The Lusitanian prince ;D who, Heaven-inspir’d,
Increasing still the terrors of these storms, A mournful eye, and down his dying heart His jaws horrific arm’d with threefold sate, Sinks helpless; while the wonted roar is up, Here dwells the direful shark. Lur'd by the scent And hiss continual through the tedious night. Of steaming crowds, of rank disease, and death, Yet here, ev'n here, into these black abodes Behold! he rushing cuts the briny flood, Of monsters unappall’d, from stooping Rome, Swift as the gale can bear the ship along ; And guilty Cæsar, liberty retir'd,
And, from the partners of that cruel trade, Her Cato following through Numidian wilds : Which spoils unhappy Guinea of her sons, Disdainful of Campania's gentle plains,
Demands his share of prey ; demands themselves. And all the green delights Ausonia pours; The stormy Fates descend: one death involves When for them she must bend the servile knee, Tyrants and slaves; when straight, their mangled And fawning take the splendid robber's boon.
When o'er this world, by equinoctial rains
Where putrefaction into life ferments, With instant death. Patient of thirst and toil, And breathes destructive myriads : or from woods, Son of the desert! even the camel feels,
Impenetrable shades, recesses foul, Shot through his wither'd heart, the fiery blast. In vapors rank and blue corruption wrapt, Or from the black-red ether, bursting broad, Whose gloomy horrors yet no desperate foot Sallies the sudden whirlwind. Straight the sands, Has ever dar'd to pierce; then, wasteful, forth Commov'd around, in gathering eddies play: Walks the dire power of pestilent Disease. Nearer and nearer still, they darkening come; A thousand hideous fiends her course attend, Till, with the general all-involving storm
Sick Nature blasting, and to heartless woe, Swept up, the whole continuous wilds arise ; And feeble desolation, casting down And by their noon-day fount dejected thrown, The lowering hopes and all the pride of man: Or sunk at night in sad disastrous sleep,
Such as, of late, at Carthagena quench'd Beneath descending hills, the caravan
The British fire. You, gallant Vernon, saw Is buried deep. In Cairo's crowded streets The miserable scene ; you, pitying, saw Th'impatient merchant, wondering, waits in vain, To infant weakness sunk the warrior's arm; And Mecca saddens at the long delay.
Saw the deep-racking pang, the ghastly form, But chief at sea, whose every flexile wave The lip pale quivering, and the beamless eye Obeys the blast, th' aërial tumult swells. In the dread Ocean, undulating wide, Beneath the radiant line that girts the globe,
Called by sailors the ox-eye, being in appearance al T'he circling Typhon,* whirld from point to point. first no bigger. Exhausting all the rage of all the sky,
| Vasco de Gama, the first who sailed round Africa, by And dire Ecnephia * reign. Amid the heavens, the Cape of Good Hope, to the East Indies.
& Don Henry, third son to John the First, king of Por.
tugal. His strong genius to the discovery of new coun. * Typhon and Ecnephia, names of particular storms or tries was the chief source of all the modern improve. hurricanes, known only between the tropics.
ments in navigation.
No more with ardor bright: you heard the groans A reddening gloom, a magazine of fate,
Ferment; till by the touch ethereal rous'd,
What need I mention those inclement skies, That from the mountain, previous to the storm, Where, frequent o'er the sickening city, Plague, Rolls o'er the muttering earih, disturbs the flood, The fiercest child of Nemesis divine,
And shakes the forest-leaf without a breath. Descends ?* From Ethiopia's poison'd woods, Prone, to the lowest vale, th' aërial tribes From stifled Cairo's filth, and fetid fields
Descend: the tempest-loving raven scarce With locust-armies putrefying heap'd,
Dares wing the dubious dusk. In rueful gaze This great destroyer sprung. Ier awful rage The cattle stand, and on the scowling Heavens The brutes escape : man is her destin'd prey, Cast a deploring eye, by man forsook, Intemperate man! and, o'er his guilty domes, Who to the crowded cottage bies him fast, She draws a close incumbent cloud of death ; Or seeks the shelter of the downward cave. Uninterrupted by the living winds,
'Tis listening fear and dumb amazement all : Forbid to blow a wholesome breeze; and stain'd When to the startled eye the sudden glance With many a mixture by the Sun, suffus'u, Appears far south, eruptive through the cloud; Of angry aspect. Princely wisdom, then,
And following slower, in explosion vast, Dejects his watchful eye; and from the hand The thunder raises his tremendous voice. Of feeble justice, ineffectual, drop
At first, heard solemn o'er the verge of Heaven, The sword and balance : mute the voice of joy, The tempest growls; but as it nearer comes, And hush'd the clamor of the busy world.
And rolls its awful burden on the wind, Empty the streets, with uncouth verdure clad; The lightnings Mash a larger curve, and more Into the worst of deserts sudden lurn'd
The noise astounds: till over-head a sheet The cheerful haunt of men, unless escap'd (reigns, of livid flame discloses wide; then shuts, From the doom'd house, where matchless horror And opens wider; shuts and opens still Shut up by barbarous fear, the smilten wretch, Expansive, wrapping ether in a blaze. With frenzy wild, breaks loose ; and, loud to Heaven Follows the loosen'd aggravated roar, Screaming, the dreadful policy arraigns,
Enlarging, deepening, mingling; peal on peal Inhunian, and unwise. The sullen door,
Crush'd horrible, convulsing Heaven and Earth. Yet uninfected, on its cautious hinge
Down comes a deluge of sonorous hail, Fearing to turn, abhors society:
Or prone descending rain. Wide rent, the clouds Dependants, friends, relations, Love himself, Pour a whole flood ; and yet, its flame unquench'd, Savag'd by woe, forget the tender tie,
Th’unconquerable lightning struggles through, The sweet engagement of the feeling heart. Ragged and fierce, or in red whirling balls, But vain their selfish care: the circling sky,
And fires the mountains with redoubled rage. The wide enlivening air, is full of fale ;
Black from the stroke, above, the smouldering pine And struck by turns, in solitary pangs
Stands a sad shatter'd trunk; and, stretch'd below, They fall, unblest, untended, and unmourna. A lifeless group, the blasted cattle lie: Thus o'er the prostrate city black Despair
Here the soft flocks, with that same harmless look Extends her raven wing; while, to complete They wore alive, and ruminating still The scene of desolation, stretch'd around,
In Fancy's eye; and there the frow ning bull, The grim guards stand, denying all retreat, An ox half-rais'd. Struck on the castled cliff, And give the flying wretch a better death. The venerable tower and spiry fane
Much yet remains unsung: the rage intense Resign their aged pride. The gloomy woods Of brazen-vaulted skies, of iron fields,
Start at the flash, and from their deep recess, Where drought and famine starve the blasted year: Wide-flaming out, their trembling inmates shake. Fir’d by the torch of noon to ten-fold rage,
Amid Carnarvon's mountains rages loud Th’infuriate hill that shoots the pillar'd flame; The repercussive roar: with mighty crush, And, rous'd within the subterranean world, Into the flashing deep, from the rude rocks Th'expanding earthquake, that resistless shakes Of Penmenmaur heap'd hideous to the sky, Aspiring cities from their solid base,
Tumble the smitten cliffs; and Snowden's peak, And buries mountains in the flaming gulf.
Dissolving, instant yields his wintry load. But 'tis enough; return, my vagrant Muse: Far-seen, the heights of leathy Cheviot blaze, A nearer scene of horror calls thee home.
And Thulé bellows through her utmost isles. Behold, slow-settling o'er the lurid grove,
Guilt hears appallid, with deeply-troubled thought Unusual darkness broods; and growing gains And yet not always on the guilty head The full possession of the sky, surcharg'd Descends the fated Nash. Young Celadon With wrathful vapor, from the secret beds,
And his Amelia were a matchless pair; · Where sleep the mineral generations, drawn. With equal virtue form’d, and equal grace, Thence nitre, sulphur, and the fiery spume The same, distinguish'd by their sex alone : of fat bitumen, steaming on the day,
Hers the mild lustre of the blooming morn, With various-tinctur'd trains of latent flame, And his the radiance of the risen day. Pollute the sky, and in yon baleful cloud,
They lov'd: but such theic guileless passion was
As in the dawn of time inform’d the heart * These are the causes supposed to be the first origin Of innocence and undissembling truth. of the plague, in Dr. Mead's elegant book on that sub. "Twas friendship, heightend by the mutual wish, ject.
Th’enchanting hope, and sympathetic glow,