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A PINDARIC ODE.
or, if they must a longer hearing have, Bid them attend below, adjourn into the grave.
THE CURSE OF BABYLON.
ISAIAH, Chap. xiii. Paraphrased.
Now let the fatal banner be display'd! When virtues shall forgotten lie,
Upon some lofty mountain's top With all their boasted piety,
Go set the dreadful standard up! Honours and titles, like ourselves, be lost;
And all around the hills the bloody signals spread; Then our recorded vice shall flourish on,
For, lo, the numerous hosts of heaven appear! And our immortal riots be for ever known.
Th' embattled legions of the sky, This, this, is what we ought to do,
With all their dread artillery, The great design, the grand affair below! Draw forth in bright array, and mufter in the air. Since bounteous nature's plac'd our steward here, Why do the mountains tremble with the noise, Then man his grandeur should maintain,
And vallies echo back their voice? And in excess of pleasure reign,
The hills tumultuous grow and loud, Keep up his character, and lord of all appear.
The hills that groan beneath the gathering mule
So far's the dreadful sumnions fent ;
Kingdoms and nations at his call appear,
For ev'n the Lord of hosts commands in perfon We love and hate, as restless monarchs fight,
there. Who boldly dare invade another's right: Yet, when through all the dangerous toils they've
Start from thy lethargy, thou drowsy land,
Awake, and hear his dread command ! run, Ignobly quit the conquests they have won;
Thy black tempestuous day comes lowering op, Those charming hopes, that made them valiant
O fatal light! O inauspicious hour ?
Was ever such a day before! grow,
So fiain'd with blood, by marks of vengeance Pall'd with enjoyment, make thern cowards now. Our passions only form our happiness,
Nature shall from her steady course remove, Hopes still' enlarge, as fears.contract it less :
The well-fix'd earth.be from his bafis rent, Hope with a gaudy prospect feeds the eye, .
Convulsions shake the firmament; Sooths every sense, does with each wish com
Horror seize all below, confufion reign above. ply;
The stars of heaven shall ficken at the sight, But falfe enjoyment the kind guide destroys, We lose the passion in the treacherous joys.
Nor shall the planets yield their light:
But from the wretched object fly,
And, like extinguish'd tapers, quic the darken'd sky: Fruition only cloys the appetite;
The rising sun, as he was conscious too,
As he the fatal business knew,
A deer, a bloody red shall stain
And at his carly dawn thall fet in night again. Like boisterous waves, no settled bounds they
To the destroying sword I've said, go forth, know,
Go fully execute my wrath! Fix'd at no point, but always ebb or flow.
Command my hofts, my willing armies lead; Who most expects, enjoys the pleasure most,
For this rebellious land and all therein thall bleed, Tis rais'd by wishes, by fruition loft :
They shall not grieve me more, no niore tranf. We're charm'd with distant views of happiness,
gress; But near approaches make the prospect less.
I will consume the stubborn race : Wishes, like pairited landscapes, best delight, Yet brutes and lavages I justly spare ; Whilft distance recommends them to the fight :
Useless is all my vengeance therc; Plac'd afar off, they beautiful appear;
Ungrateful man's the greater monster far. But show their course and nauseous colours near.
On guiltless bealis I will the land bestow, Thus the fam'd Midas, when he found his
To thenr th' inheritance shall go; store
Those elder brothers now shall lord it here below: Increasing still, and would admit of more,
And, if some poor remains cfcape behind, With eager arnis his swelling bags he press'd ;
Some relics left of lost mankind; And expectation only niade him bless'd :
Th' astonish'd herds shall in their cities cry, But, when a boundless treasure he enjoy'd, When they behold a mian, lo, there's a prodigy: And every wish was with fruition cloy'd : Then, damn'd to htaps, and surfcited with ore, The Medes I call to my assistance here, He curs'd that gold' he deated on before,
A people that delight in was; 5
PE M S.
735 A generous race of men, a nation free
Thou, Babylon, shalt be like Sodom curst, From vicious ease and Persian luxury.
Destroy'd by Aames from heaven, and thy more Silver is despicable in their eyes,
burning loft. Contemn'd the useless metal lies : Their conquering iron they prefer before
The day's at hand, when in thy fruitful foil The finest gold, ev'n Ophir's tempting ore.
No labourer fhail reap, no mower toil :
His tent the wandering Arab small not spread,
Nor make thy cursed ground his bed; Their swords and flancs destroy ac home; Though faint with travel, though oppress'd with Hor neither sex nor agc shall be exempt from blood.
thirst, The nobles and princes of thy stage
He to his drooping herds shall cry aloud,
Taste not of that embitter'd flood,
Tafte not Euphrates' streams they're poisonous all, Shall be, with chains oppress’d, in cruei bondage
and curss’d, led.
The shepherd to his wandering flocks shall say,
When o'er thy battlements they atray, I'll visit their distress with plagues and miseries,
When in thy palaces they graze, The throes that women's labours wait,
Ah, fly, unbappy flocks ! fy this infe dioue Consullive pangs, and bloody (weat,
place. Thei: beaut; shall ciofume, and vital spirits feize,
Whilst the sad traveller, that passes on,
Shall afk, lo, where is Babylon ?
And when he has thy small remainder found,
Shall say, I'll fly from bence, 'tis fyre accursed To brutal lusts expos'd, to fury left a prey.
ground. Ner shall the teeming womb afford Its forming births a refuge from the sword; Then shall the favages and beasts of prey
The sword, that shall their pangs increase, From their deserted mountains haste away; And all the throes of travail curse with barren
Every obscene and vulgar beast
Shall be to Babylon a guest :
Shall dens and caves of Itate to nobler brutes ben
Thy courts of justice, and tribunals too, Ev'n Babylon, adorn'd with every grace,
(O irony to call them fo!)
There, where the tyrant and oppreffor bore The beauty of the universe:
The spoils of innocence and blood before; Glory of nations! the Chaldean's pride,
There fhail the wolf and savage uger meer, And joy of all th' admiring world beside :
And griping vulcure shall appear in state, Thou, Babylon ! before whose throne
There birds of prey shall rule, and ravenous beasts The empires of the earth fall down; The prostrate nations homage pay,
Those uncorrupted shall remain, And vassal princes of the world obey:
Those shall alone their genuine aise retain, Shale in the dust be trampled low :
There violence shall thrive, rapine and fraud thall Abject and low upon the earth be laid,
Then shall the melancholy satyrs groan,
O'er their lamented Babylon ;
And ghosts that glide with horror by,
To view where their unbury'd bodies lie, Diffusing glories round th' enlighten'd air,
With doleful cries shall fill the air, In flames shall downwards to their centre fly, And deep within the earth, as their foundations, And with amazement strike th' affrighted traa
There the obscener birds of night, Thy beauteous palates (though now thy pride :) Birds that in gloomy shades delight, Shall be in heaps of ashes hid :
Shall folitude enjoy, live undisturb-d by light, In vast surprising heaps shall lie,
All the ill omens of the air
Shall scream their loud presages there.
But let them all their dire predictions tell,
Secure in ills, and fortify'd with woe,
Heaven shall in vain its future vengeance No! to succeeding times thou must remain
show : An horrid exemplary scene,
For thou art happily insensible, And lie from age to age ruin'd and desolate.
Beneath the reach of miseries fell, Thy fall's decreed (amazing turn of fate!)
Thou need'ft no desolation dread, no greates Low as Gomorrah's wretched Itate :
Adorn'd with graces then, and beauties blest, TO MR. CONGREVE.
She charn s the ear with fame, with raptures fills
ti e mind, An Epistolary Ode, 1693 - Occasioned by the “ Old Then from all cares the happy youth is free, " Bachelor."
But those of love and poetry :
Cares, &ill allay'd with pleasing charms, Xam'd wits and beauties (hare this common fate,
That crown the head with bays, with beauty fill To stand compos'd to public love and hate,
the arms. In every breast they different paflions raise,
But all a woman's frailties soon fhe shows,
Too soon a stale domelic creature grows :
For, tenipred with imaginary bays,
Fed with immortal hopes and empty praise, And, while his fame they envy, add to his renown.
He fame pursues, that fair and treacherous bait, But sure, like you, no youth could please, Grows wife when he's undone, rozents when 'cís Nor at his first attempt bast such success :
too late. Where all mankind have fail'd, you glories won; Triumphant are in this alone,
Small are the trophies of his boasted bays, In this, have all the bards of old out-done.
The great man's promise for his flattering toil,
Fame in reversion, and the public smile, Then may'st thou rule our stage in triumph | All vainer than his hopes, uncertain as his praise. long!
'Twas thus in mournsul numbers heretofore, May'lt thou its injur'd fame revive,
Neglected Spenser did his fate deplore : And marchless proofs of wit and humour give, Long did his injur'd muse complain, Reforming with ihy fcenes, and charming with Admir'd in midst of wants, and charming still thy song!
in vain. And though a curfe ill-fated wit pursues,
Long did the generous Cowley mourn,
And long oblig'd the age without'return.
Deny'd what every wretch obtains of fate,
An humble roof and an obscure retreat, As thy own laurels flourishing appear,
Condemn'd to needy fame, and to be miserably, Unfully'd fill with cares, nor clogg'd with hope
great. and fear!
Thus did the world thy great fore fathers use;
Thus all th' inspir'd bards before
Did their hereditary ills deplore;
From tuneful Chaucer's down to thy own Drya Though like Auguftus great, as fam'd Mecenas
den's muse, kind.
Yet, pleas'd with gaudy ruin, youth will on, Though great in fame! believe me, generous As proud by public fame to be undone ; youth,
Pleas'd, though he does the worst of labours Believe this oft-experienc'd truth,
[muse. From him that knows thy virtues, and admires To serve a barbarous age, and an ungrateful their worth.
Since Dryden's fell, to wit's great empire born,
Triumph with all the spoils of wit and fame,
(mires, (Which Dursey shall with thee and Dryden Ev'n thar fam'd man, whom all the world ada' (hare);
Whom every grace adoệns, and muse inspires, Nor to a fage's interest sacrifice thy own,
Like the great injur'd Tasso, shows
In all his wants, majestic still appears,
And cherishing that muse whose fatal curse ha And teach the world to envy, as thou dost to
" Inest sua gratia parvis.''
PO E N & In a fruall space the more perfection's shown,
The hero felt her power: And what is exquisite in little's done.
Though great in camps, and fierce in war, Thus beams, contracted in a narrow glass,
Her softer looks he could not bear, To flames convert their larger useless rays.
Proud to become her slave, though late her cone 'Tis pature's smallest products please the eye,
queror. Whilst greater births pass unregarded by;
When beauty in distress appears, Her monsters seem a violence to sighe;
An irrefiftless charm it bears :
In every breast does pity move,
Pity, che tenderest part of love.
Amidit his triumphs great Atrides sued, No labour can the boalt more wonderful
Unto a weeping maid: Than to inform an atom with a soul;
Though Troy was by his arms subdued,
And Greece the bloody trophies view'd,
Yet at a captive's feet th' imploring victor laid, And charm us with its miniature of wit,
Think not thy charming maid can be Whilst tedious authors give the reader pain,
Of a base lock, and mean degree; Weary his thoughts, and make him toil in vain; Her ihape, her air, her every grace, When in less volumes we more pleasure find,
A more than vulgar birth confess • And what diverts, still best informs the mind. Yes, yes, my friend, with royal blood she's great, 'Tis the small infect looks correct and fair,
Sprung from some monarch's bed;
Nou mourns her family's hard fate,
And her illustrious race conceals with noble pride.
Ah, think not an ignoble house Thus Archimedes, in his crystal sphere,
Could such a heroine produce; Seem'd to correct che world's drtificer:
Nor think soch generous sprightly blood Whilit the large globe moves round with long
Could flow from the corrupted crowd ; delay,
But view her courage, her undaunted mind, His beauteous orbs in nimbler circles play:
And soul with virtues crown'd; This seem'd the nobler labour of the two,
Where dazzling interest cannot blind, Great was the sphere above, but fine below.
Nor youth nor golit admittance find, Thus smallest things have a peculiar grace,
But Itill her honour's fix'd, and virtue keeps ite The great w'admire, but 'tis the little pleale;
ground. Then, since the least so beautifully show,
View well her great majestic air, B' advis'd in time, my muse, and learn to know
And modest looks divinely fair; A poet's lines should be correct and few.
Too bright for fancy to improve,
And worthy of chy noblest love.
But yet suspect not thy officious friend,
All jealous choughıs remove;
Though I with youthful hear commend,
For thee I all my wishes fend,
Prize at Sea.
IN ALLUSION TO HORACE BOOK I. OD. iv.
TO MR. WATSON, 'Tis no disgrace, brave youth, to own
On bis Ephemeris of the Celefiiul Mlotions, presented to By a fair flave you are undone :
Her Majely. Why dost thou blush to hear that name,
And stifle thus a generous flame?
ART, when in full perfection, is design'd
To please the eye, or to inform the mind :
This nobler piece performs the duble part,
With graceful beauty and initructive art.
it labour finith'd it could boast;
Since the great Archimedes' Ij here was lost, bow.
No generous hand durft that fam'd model trace, Stern Ajax, though renown'd in arnis,
Which Greece admir'd, and Rome could only Did yield to bright Tecmessa's charnis :
praise. And all the laurois he had won
This you, with greater lustre, have restor'd, As trophies ac her feet were thrown.
And caught those arts we ignointly ador'd: When, beautiful in tears, he view'd the mourning Motion in full perfection here you've shown, fair,
And what mankind despair'd to scach, have done
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In artful frames your heavenly bodies move, And as some timorous hird in toils betraying
Revenge the courted, but despair'd to find
Since all a virgin's force is her disdain :
Rather than violate her chastity,
Than break her vows to heaven, than blot her
Or foil her beauties with a lustful flame.
The night from its meridian did declinc,
Thus from your hand w'admire the globe in And o'er the globe b' infectious silence reign;
While death-like flumbers every bosom seize, This labour's to the whole creation just,
Unbend our minds, and weary'd bodies ease :
Now fond Amalis finds his drooping breast
Heavy with wine, wich amorous cares opprest;
Can from his breat the drowsy charm repel;
In vain from wine his passion seeks redress,
Bending beneath their ill-supported frame ;
Vanquish'd by that repose from which he flies,
But fad Theutilla's cares admit no rest,
Repose is banish'd from her mournful breast; THE RAPE OF THEUTILLA.
A faithful guard does injur'd virtue keep,
And from her weary limbs repulses sleep.
Oft she reflects with horror on the rape,
And finds no passage but for lighs and tears :
addresses of those many admirers her beauty drew And all the fury that her wrongs infuse;
She weeps, she raves, she rends her flowing hair,
« Then, just to honout, and unftain'd ip fame,
« The urn that hides my dust conceals my shame.
" In vain I call my virtue to my aid,
" When thus by treacherous beauty I'm betray'd. Her mien and air relistless charms impart,
" Yet to this hour my breast no crime has Forcing an easy passage to his heart:
“ My tears found pity, when ny language fail'd. Yet she, though in her young and blooning state, ,
" Oft have these violated locks been torn, Poflett a soul, beyond a virgin's, great;
" And injur'd face their favage fury borne ; No charms of youth her colder bosom niove, “ Ost have my bloody robes their crimes confeft, Chafte were her thoughts, and most averse to love: “ And pointed daggers glitter'd at my breast;
THE INTRODUCTORY ARGUMENT.