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ODE TO THE FIRST OF APRIL.
With dalliance rude young Zephyr wooes
Mindful of disaster past,
Scant along the ridgy land
The swallow, for a moment seen,
Fraught with a transient, frozen shower,
Where in venerable rows
Musing through the lawny park,
Towers distinguish'd from the rest,
Within some whispering osier isle,
O'er the broad downs, a novel race,
His free-born vigor yet unbroke
Yet, in these presages rude,
BOUND for holy Palestine,
“Syrian virgins, wail and weep,
The Glym is a small river in Oxfordshire, flowing through Warton's parish of Kiddington, or Cuddington, and dividing it into upper and lower town. It is de
scribed by himself in his account of Cuddington, as a deep but narrow stream, winding through willowed meadows and abounding in trouts, pikes, and wild-fowl. It gives name to the village of Glymton, which adjoins to Kid. dington.
The radiant range of shield and lance
We bid the spectre-shapes avaunt,
Ashtaroth, and Termagaunt !t
With many a demon, pale of hue,
Doom'd to drink the bitter dew,
That drops from Macon's sooty tree,
'Mid the dread grove of ebony.
Nor magic charms, nor fiends of Hell,
The Christian's holy courage quell.
Salem, in ancient majesty
Arise, and lift thee to the sky!
Soon on thy battlements divine Thy brazen drums hoarse discord bray:
Shall wave the badge of Constantine.
Ye barons, to the Sun unfold
Our cross with crimson wove and gold !"
Blondel led the tuneful band,
PROGRESS OF DISCONTENT.
When now mature in classic knowledge,
The joyful youth is sent to College,
His father comes, a vicar plain,
At Oxford bred—in Anna's reign, Thus the solemn song renew'd.
And thus, in form of humble suitor, “ Lo, the toilsome voyage past,
Bowing accosts a reverend tutor : Heaven's favor'd hills appear at last !
“Sir, I'm a Glo'stershire divine, Object of our holy vow, We tread the Tyrian valleys now.
And this my eldest son of nine; From Carmel's almond-shaded steep
My wife's ambition and my own We feel the cheering fragrance creep:
Was that this child should wear a gown: O'er Engaddi's shrubs of balm
I'll warrant that his good behavior Wares the date-empurpled palm:
Will justify your future favor; See Lebanon's aspiring head
And, for his parts, to tell the truth, Wide his immortal umbrage spread !
My son's a very forward youth ; Hail, Calvary. Thou mountain hoar,
Has Horace all by heart—you 'd wonder Wet with our Redeemer's gore!
And mouths out Homer's Greek like thunder Ye trainpled tombs, ye fanes forlorn,
If you'd examine-and admit him, Ye stones, by tears of pilgrims worn;
A scholarship would nicely fit him; Your ravish'd honors to restore,
That he succeeds 'tis ten to one ; Fearlegs we climb this hostile shore !
Your vote and interest, sir!"-"Tis done. And thou, the sepulchre of God;
Our pupil's hopes, though iwice defeated, By mocking Pagans rudely trod,
Are with a scholarship completed : Bereft of every awful rite,
A scholarship but hall maintains, And quench'd thy lamps that beam'd so bright;
And college-rules are heavy chains : For thee, from Britain's distant coast,
In garret dark he smokes and pans, Lo, Richard leads his faithful host!
A prey to discipline and duns ; Aloft in his heroic hand,
And now, intent on new designs, Blazing like the beacon's brand,
Sighs for a fellowship and fines. O'er the far-affrighted fields,
When nine full tedious winters past, I Resistless Kaliburn* he wields.
That utmost wish is crown'd at last : Proud Saracen, pollute no more
But the rich prize no sooner got, The shrines by martyrs built of yore!
Again he quarrels with his lot: From each wild mountain's trackless crown
These fellowships are pretty things, In vain thy gloomy castles frown:
We live indeed like petty kings : Thy battering engines, huge and high,
But who can bear to waste his whole age
Amid the dullness of a college,
Debarr'd the common joys of life,
And that prime bliss—a loving wife! When eve has hush'd the buzzing camp,
O! what's a table richly spread,
Without a woman at its head ?
| Ashtaroth is mentioned by Milton as a general name
of the Syrian deities: Par. Lost, i. 422. And Termagaunt Kaliburn is the sword of king Arthur; which, as the is the name given in the old romance to the god of the monkish historians say, came into the possession of Rich. Saracens. See Percy's Relics, vol. i. p. 74. ard I., and was given by that monarch, in the Crusades, The scholars of Trinity are superannuated, if they to Tancred king of Sicily, as a royal present of inestima- do not succeed to fellowships in nine years after their ble value, about the year 1130.
election to scholarships.
· Why did I sell my college life,”
Oh! irifling head, and fickle heart!
INSCRIPTION IN A HERMITAGE,
AT ANSLEY HALL, IN WARWICKSHIRE.
Would some snug benefice but fall,
Too fond of freedom and of ease
Continuing this fantastic farce on,
Thus fixt, content he taps his barrel,
But ah! too soon his thoughtless breast
BENEATH this stony roof reclin'd,
At eve, within yon studious nook,
ODE SENT TO A FRIEND,
Who but would wish his holy lot
ON HIS LEAVING A FAVORITE VILLAGE IN
WRITTEN IN WHICHWOOD FOREST.
The hinds how blest, who ne'er beguil'd To quit their hamlet's hawthorn wild; Nor haunt the crowd, nor tempt the main, For splendid care, and guilty gain!
When morning's twilight-tinctur'd beam Strikes their low thatch with slanting gleam, They rove abroad in ether blue, To dip the scythe in fragrant dew; The sheaf to bind, the beech to fell, That nodding shades a craggy dell.
'Midst gloomy glades, in warbles clear, Wild nature's sweetest notes they hear : On green untrodden banks they view The hyacinth's neglected hue : In their lone haunts, and woodland rounds, They spy the squirrel's airy bounds, And startle from her ashen spray, Across the glen, the screaming jay: Each native charm their steps explore Of Solitude's sequester'd store.
For them the Moon with cloudless ray
Their little sons, who spread the bloom
Their humble porch with honied flow'rs
An mourn, thou lov'd retreat! No more
Who now shall indolently stray
For lo! the Bard who rapture found
Behold, a dread repose resumes,
* Grey clothing, from the Latin verb amicio, to clothe.
Around the glow-worm's glimmering bank, Beneath yon ruin'd abbey's moss-grown piles No Fairies run in fiery rank;
Oft let me sit, at twilight hour of eve, Nor brush, half-seen, in airy tread,
Where through some western window the pale Moon The violet's unprinted head.
Pours her long-level'd rule of streaming light; But Fancy, from the thickets brown,
While sullen sacred silence reigns around, The glades that wear a conscious frown, Save the lone screech-owl's note, who builds his bow'r The forest oaks, that, pale and lone,
Amid the mould'ring caverns dark and damp, Nod to the blast with hoarser tone,
Or the calm breeze, that rustles in the leaves Rough glens, and sullen water-falls,
of flaunting ivy, that with mantle green Her bright ideal offspring calls.
Invests some wasted tow'r. Or let me tread So by some sage enchanter's spell,
Its neighb'ring walk of pines, where mus'd of old (As old Arabian fablers tell,)
The cloister'd brothers : through the gloomy void Amid the solitary wild,
That far extends beneath their ample arch Luxuriant gardens gaily smil'd:
As on I pace, religious horror wraps From sapphire rocks the fountains stream'd, My soul in dread repose.
But when the world With golden fruit the branches beam'd; Is clad in Midnight's raven-color'd robe, Fair forms, in every wondrous wood,
'Mid hollow charnel let me watch the flame Or lightly tripp'd, or solemn stood ;
Of ta per dim, shedding a livid glare And oft, retreating from the view,
O'er the wan heaps ; while airy voices talk Betray'd, at distance, beauties new :
Along the glimm'ring walls; or ghostly shape, While gleaming o'er the crisped bowers At distance seen, invites with beck'ning hand Rich spires arose, and sparkling towers. My lonesome steps, through the far-winding vaults If bound on service new to go,
Nor undelightful is the solemn noon The master of the magic show
of night, when haply wakeful from my couch His transitory charm withdrew,
I start: lo! all is motionless around ! Away th' illusive landscape flew :
Roars not the rushing wind; the sons of men Dun clouds obscur'd the groves of gold, And every beast, in mute oblivion lie; Blue lightning smote the blooming mould: All nature's hush'd in silence and in sleep. In visionary glory rear'd,
O then how fearful is it to reflect, The gorgeous castle disappear'd;
That through the still globe's awful solitude, And a bare heath's unfruitful plain
No being wakes but me! till stealing sleep
My drooping temples bathes in opiate dews.
To the fell house of Basyrane, he led
Th' unshaken Britomart; or Milton knew,
When in abstracted thought he first conceiv'd
All Heav'n in tumult, and the seraphim
Come tow'ring, arın'd in adamant and gold.
Let others love soft Summer's evening smiles, Mother of musings, Contemplation sage,
As list'ning to the distant waler-fall,
Then, when the sullen shades of ev'ning close, Thou hear'st with howling winds the beating rain Where through the room a blindly glimm'ring gleam And drifting hail descend; or if the skies
The dying embers scatter, far remote (roof Unclouded shine, and through the blue serene From Mirth's mad shouts, that through th’illumin'd Pale Cynthia rolls her silver-axled car,
Resound with festive echo, let me sit, Whence gazing stedfast on the spangled vault Blest with the lowly cricket's drowsy dirge. Raptur'd thou sitt'st, while murmurs indistinct Then let my thought contemplative explore of distant billows soothe thy pensive ear , This fleeting state of things, the vain delights, With hoarse and hollow sounds; secure, self-blest, The fruitless toils, that still our search elude, There oft thou listen'st to the wild uproar
As through the wilderness of life we rove. Of feets encount'ring, that in whispers low This sober hour of silence will unmask Ascend the rocky summit, where thou dwell'st False Folly's smile, that like the dazzling spells Remote from man conversing with the spheres ! Of wily Comus cheat the unweeting eye O lead me, queen sublime, to solemn glooms With blear illusion, and persuade to drink Congenial with my soul; to cheerless shades, That charmed cup, which Reason's mintage fair To ruin'd seats, to twilight cells and bow'rs, Unmoulds, and stamps the monster on the man. Where thoughtful Melancholy loves to muse, Eager we taste, but in the luscious draught Her fav'rile midnight haunts. The laughing scenes Forget the poisonous dregs that lurk beneath Of purple Spring, where all the wanton train Few know that elegance of soul refin'd, Of Smiles and Graces seem to lead the dance Whose soft sensation feels a quicker joy In sportive round, while from their hand they show'r From Melancholy's scenes, than the dull pride Ambrosial blooms and Now'rs, no longer charm; of tasteless splendor and magnificence Tempé, no more I court thy balmy breeze, Can e'er afford. Thus Eloise, whose mind Adieu, green vales! ye broider'd meads, adieu! Had languish'd to the pangs of melting love,