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WILLIAM BLAKE MYSTIC .
. is reproduced in reduced facsimile from the original Edition 15 x 12 published by Edwards.NOTE. This issue of Young's poem with Blake engravings. New Bond Street. in the year 1797. London.
TO STANLEY MY BROTHER .
LTD. KENT & 1911 LTD. HAMILTON. MYSTIC A STUDY BY ADELINE M.WILLIAM BLAKE. FROM BLAIR'S 'THE GRAVE' LIVERPOOL THE LIVERPOOL BOOKSELLERS CO.. CO.. MARSHALL. . LONDON SIMPKIN. BUTTERWORTH TOGETHER WITH YOUNG'S NIGHT THOUGHTS NIGHTS : I & II WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY WILLIAM BLAKE AND FRONTISPIECE DEATH'S DOOR.
artist and engraver how few persons is he known.! William Blake.' and it is only the few who can interpret that speech. so that William Blake stands little chance of ever becoming the idol even of the literary world. but he must possess a kindred spirit he must belong to 'the world inside.' if he would grasp the real meaning of any one of Blake's poems or pictures. world outside. to use an old Quaker phrase. for he speaks to the inner soul. for more than mere culture is demanded from Blake's appreciator. cultured person may be interested in or attracted by either a poem or a painting of his. It is not sufficient to have an intelligent appreciation of art to understand wherein lies the charm of Blake's airy figures it is not sufficient to know the laws of rhythm to comprehend his poems. Yet him * poet.' yet that is the world that cannot understand him. Mystic A Study WILLIAM BLAKE. and how much beloved by the few who do know to belongs. to the world inside. ! He to the ' A — — 645947 .
though he spend — — — * many hours insight * in studying them. as he would in all probability only see some grotesque figures. No ! It needs the of the mystic ' — of those belonging to the to-day. that which Blake's soul has grasped and which his mind and hand have put into concrete form. its power will never be realised. understand the mystic soul of is therefore. unless with their culture they possess a soul capable of responding to inner meaning of the moments depicted in Blake's pictures. almost intuitively. let him close the book of poems by William Blake let such an one leave unopened the copy of Young's Night Thoughts or that of Blair's Grave. both illustrated by Blake. as he world inside William Blake to . apart from their artistic merit. he will never discover it. which in their huge proportions bear perhaps some resemblance to those of Michael Angelo and would fail to find any reason for Blake choosing to engrave the moment soul's departure from the body.' or the of the 're-union of the soul and of the body after death. If it is not seized by intuition. neglected and passed over literary and artistic world. unless he feel their charm when first he sees them. for no amount of technical knowledge aids in understanding the deep things of the soul.and that more cannot be learned in the schools it must be innate he must know. If such an one does not possess that power. he was more than by the the a century ago. .' for.
Why should he have had to wait so long ? Why should he now be receiving the homage the few of who know and appreciate his great talent deep feeling ? Surely because to-day Mysticism stands on a new level. as now. was a cultured world in a conventional period that condemned him. "the world outside " condemned them. a world that condemned all originality. the poetical idol of the people. for it knew nothing of such things. When William Blake lived and wrote his mystical poems and painted his visions. for it is allied with culture an uneducated mystic would no more be able to appreciate nor understand his poems or pictures than would the cultured nonmystical person there lies his charm and therein lies the explanation possibly why William Blake is gaining at last some notoriety of the reason why more than a century after he illustrated the 'Blair. It was a cultured world the world that condemned him for then.— Yet and to appreciate him it is not enough to possess the mystical insight unless intelligence. — artist. the general public passed him by because he never came within their radius Blake could never be for depicting the soul's — — that which Tennyson became.' he is receiving recognition as a mystical poet and . a world without any understanding of mysticism and as it was obliged to explain these It .
And Hold a heaven in a wild flower. as Gilchrist's original productions of — — standard Life of William Blake records . at least. — * . they prevented his name from passing into oblivion by keeping the tiny flame of interest burning until the world of culture that had condemned Blake a century ago awoke to the fact that he was. Yet even in that material age there were some who possessed the insight necessary to appreciate Blake and his great genius.' . it disposed of Blake and of his poems and pictures by stigmatising them as the work of a madman. . therefore its utterances and productions are on the same level as the productions of other normal minds. and who can feel with him and see . . an hour. eternity in infinity in the And palm of your hand. Blake has been rescued and has at last a chance of winning lasting fame by his appeal to those whose souls are attuned to his.a world in a grain of sand.— Blake productions which seemed quite incomprehensible to it and as it had no knowledge of the psychical mind nor of things mystical. and also because the mystical mind is now acknowledged to be a sane mind. an interesting personality. now realising that personality under any form is worth studying so from that interest in him as a man as an unusual personality as a subject for the psychologists to dissect.
and all who would study that subject gladly avail themselves of so unique a personality. In fact. is capable of grasping and understanding Pater speaks in his the truth which lies hidden. it seems almost a condition of greatness that it. as they are to mystics. . only in Blake's case the visionary power which he possessed in so remarkable a degree was accompanied by the gifts of a poet and also of those of an position artist. because the term culture now includes some knowledge of the science of psychology. he only painted his things to These were Blake. when accused visions all of making real his figures of so fantastic a character.The of cultured world of to-day knows the name William Blake. and it alone. for did he not repeat during his lifetime. who is — * in some inexpressible way 'one' with its perfec- tion. that visions.' which perhaps means that the thing in its perfection is hidden from the perception of the meaner spirit and so protected. though nevertheless its hiddenness is no bar to the true spirit of the mystic. Marius of the hiddenness of perfect things. for a great Blake must assuredly be named if we accede to the usually-accepted formula that a man is great in spirit if he possesses the power of discerning the inner truth which underlies all things if he is largesouled enough to respond to its demand. Think what a unique he therefore holds among spirit the great spirits of the world.
. and notice also the true mystic's delight in his visions when he writes of how they will be ' Re-engraved time after time Ever in their youthful prime My designs unchanged remain Time may For above rage. Blake would possibly have preferred exclusively engraving .. we find perhaps more clearly still the mystic spirit both When we in the choice of subject and in its delineation. be he wrote to his vision of light sitting how a an 'old man of — on the 'yellow sands' of the seashore.' There they shine turn to examine his engravings. but rage in vain time's troubled fountains On In the great Atlantic Mountains. ' have only to read a few verses of some of Blake's poems to find the mystic spirit running through them to see how underneath the outward form he finds an inner form. which thought he . Notice in how he * speaks of the 'angels' ' which he sees thistle at his feet the blossom trees to appeared of him ' to grey' who stood in his path Butts. We clothes as a true mystic ever does in the outer resemblance. his —how first Mr. which he saw one day when he was friend. my golden house on high eternally. .
all great artists have an — inner vision of the subject they propose to paint they see it in their imagination . yet those who have been fortunate enough to have chanced upon an original copy of that coloured engraving must have noticed the master touch in the softness and wonder of the flesh colour. temperament. have painted what to them have been objective mental visions. It is difficult to imagine Blake working upon so uncongenial a subject as a portrait of the famous Brighton beauty.. though he might engrave and colour them. but few. he had perforce to paint subjects which suited the taste of his patron. It is a well-established fact to-day that these objective mental visions do to persons of a certain in the come of S. possessed within him. Mrs. so that when he was obliged to earn money to support himself and his wife. to that extent. the mystic temperament allied with the artistic. recorded historical references to the visions Francis of Assisi and those of Joan of Arc. for instance. he could not find purchasers. as. but. real of But it is in his original designs that we see the Blake those designs which were literal copies his visions. Of course. C I . excepting William Blake. if any. Q (uentin). for few people seem to have. even engraving and colouring portraits. unfortunately. and felt that the perfectness which he put into a work which must have been distasteful to him proves yet again how great a spirit he his visions .
as in front of it imme- were. for he has consistently affirmed that he only painted that which he perceived as an objective vision he apparently saw its form and colour though perhaps he did not always succeed in recalling — those visions quite accurately that . which he draws upon largely illustrations in his illustrations to Blair's Grave depth of feeling.' can thus easily be seen that his work bears the of stamp originality and true greatness. perhaps during the night time.— such recorded incidents had been vindicated by the study of psychology that In fact. his wife replied.') over the — * . and once. Allied with this visionary power. which are full of beauty of form and and which reveal to all who have the power of perceiving it what must have been Blake's innate mystical genius which made it possible for him to design that perfect figure of a youth which he has placed (in his plate named Death's Door. he possessed a very vivid imagination. having. for the objective mental visions are a resultant effect of the percipient's inner-self which. he would rise from his bed and diately begin to paint. the vision him. yet it is told of him when the visions came. on being asked what the visions failed him. reaches up to a level of spiritual insight which is only found in those who are pure in heart. happened * if We kneel It down and pray. in Blake's case. it was not until Blake had a chance of coming into his inheritance of fame.
while above the doorway Blake has placed the figure of the youth on the rock. is apparently being cell hewn driven by a strong wind from behind. nor that an at its who is able to depict that moment highest pitch must necessarily be a mystic. not only upon the face.out of a rock into which a weather-beaten old man. When we gaze upon it. spirit of that meeting. and yet no man is less of a mystic than Giotto. the Florentine painter. it is not of death which we half reclining think but of life eternal love —which — eternal life. and strength. at Florence. but on every part of the body. hope. Yet it does not follow that only a mystical nature can see beneath the surface of things. especially perhaps the fresco in the Santa Maria Novella. for to Blake's mystical soul death was not the end but the gateway to eternal life. are typified by Blake in that look of glad expectation which he has placed. Giotto depicts He has seized the inner their joy in that meeting. eternal strength. for instance. in almost any of his fresco work. and notice how he there portrays just the great moment in the lives of Anna and Joachim when meeting of they meet after a long separation. who . of the Anna and Joachim at the Golden Gate. with the rays of the sun surrounding him. full of life. leaning on a crutch. or alone possesses the power of catching the intensest moments artist in the lives of his fellow-men. Take cloister of Giotto.
but that he is before all things essentially a mystic — seer of visions. and we have the most perfect figures representative of the tastick soul's fan- measures ' — airy figures of pure delight poised in the air. which were invented and engraved by him. and why Blake's great characteristic is not so much that he is a great artist or a great poet. choosing to depict the author and what an effort Blake made to be conventional in doing so— lying on the ground asleep. though he too catches the spirit of the moment. lO . instead of dwelling on death or the grave. while his soul soars 'thro' fairy fields' (lines in the poem ' which seized Blake's fancy). In Night the First. Blake that side of chooses for his subject the re-union of the soul and of the body. When we turn to the Young illustrations. we find him. and immortality. and therefore instead of painting as Giotto the meeting of two beloved persons. searches deeper . seeing life which seems to be only apprehended by the mystic.— a perhaps ranks highest of the world's great painters as a delineator of a passing moment at its intensest point not a mystic. as only Blake could poise them. we see the same characteristics which mark him as a mystic in his choice of subject. death. yet he is into the intricacies of the life of the spirit. There we see wherein the difference lies. for he never chooses a mystical subject. which treats of life. Whereas Blake.
' claiming Blake out of many other lines containing words sorrow but his mystical mind passes them by while he seizes that which is his very own by innate right of comprehension and delineates a marvellous figure mounting upward with outstretched hands. * moment D I . We note. of grief or . suggesting movement in every line of their bodies and joy in the new life of the soul. also. while a graceful figure leans down.' and with outstretched arm and hand would gently draw him upward. * in the last plate of the same Nighty we find the lines Oft bursts my song beyond the bounds of life. as. in the Young how Blake they conveys a sense of motion in his figures appear to be coming straight from some ethereal . region. in the last two plates of Night the Second^ we have figures coming to take the soul of the just man at though there is nothing in the engraving that suggests anything which we usually connect with death. as from the gold bar of Rossetti's Blessed Damozel heaven. It holds us spell-bound. and the soul is rejoicing in its newly-found freedom. and in the succeeding plate we see the soul carefully being carried upward by attendant angels. It could the of death. in one of which is a lyre. while the chain which binds him to earth is falling from him. The two plates make a perfect whole with figures almost revolving in a circle. only touching earth in passing.Again.
but. the original conception and the bold and masterly execution of this artist cannot be unnoticed or unadmired. for the original edition of 1797: * — Mr. many instances. the illustration of the it poem.* Blake's mysticism is. or condemned because of much that is incomprehensible in his work. for it needs the possession of 12 . which to the is so clearly depicted in his illustrations of subject. published in the ** advertisement " supposed to have been written by Fuseli. designs to Young's read the comment upon these Night Thoughts. the editor conceives to be unnecessary to speak. it To the eyes of the discerning need not be pointed out . yet running through all is a mystical spirit which can only be known and judged — by a mystical mind. yet I maintain that though he may be praised for his productions as an artist or a poet. It is interesting to subject.surely only be the insight of the mystic which caused Blake so consistently to see always the life of the soul as something quite distinct from the life of the body. of course. but to where he had so varied a choice where we find him choosing so often depict mystical things in preference to any other Young. and while a taste for the arts of design shall continue to exist. Blake which form not only the ornament Of the merit of in in those designs of the page. only one part of him that he had many other sides to his character is well known.
' it flies And so Blake stands at last on the threshold to of fame. Books engraved men have grown by him may still still be found in what booksellers as *the named by the two-penny box. The collectors of old books. nor do they yet know the value of his productions.' They can is be picked up cheaply in out-of-the-way book becoming more scarce.that faculty to realise the deep beauty of the following words. for his books. And what a reward awaits those who discover him What a great treasure awaits the seeking of ! 13 . taken from one of his * poems :— He who bends to himself a joy . because understand him. Does the winged life destroy But he who kisses the joy as Lives in eternity's sunrise. for he is only known and loved by a few kindred spirits. though each year they are . which fact seems to indicate that there is at last some demand shops. and coloured engravings do not yet know the name of William Blake. even though Blair's Grave and Young's Night Thoughts are becoming very rare. though here or there one may be found who has been asked for a Blake but it is an unusual occurrence to find a bookseller who knows anything of his works. old prints. and it is hard to obtain a copy of either book in the original boards. It is still but the threshold.
September. seem to be all spirit. The world has many rare treasures awaiting those who have the opportunity for seeking such things will be — with purer joy the mind of the mystic than the discovery of an original things. upon some of Blake's shorter poems. will understand his greatness of spirit ! How their grasp of the deeper side of widened when they come face to with one of his wonderful productions forms. but will fill none pening. face which in his delineation. 14 . 1910. which are indeed masterpieces of mystical poetry. engraving by William Blake. intuitively. or the chance happerhaps.those who.
The universal empire of Death characterized by his plucking the sun from his sphere. affliction. The imagery of dreaming variously de*. Death. is presenting with the other their spirits to immortality. on the shepherd's flock. lineated according to the poet's description in the passage referred to by the Page 7. sheds his influence. from sleep to tolling a bell. FRONTISPIECE "TJEATH. and from the other scatters a blight among his flock intimating that no condition is exempt from . summons a person his kingdom the grave. forsaking the couch of care. from one pours disease into the ear of a shepherd. Page 8. Sleep. to NIGHT the FIRST. by the touch of his magic wand. E I . Page 4.Explanation of the Engravings. in the character of an old man. Page 10. having swept away with one hand part of the family seen in this print. An evil genius holding two phials. Page 1.
encircled by thorns. in allusion to the shortness of life. and doubtful which he shall strike the mother. The insecurity of life exemplified by the figure of Death menacing with his dart. by a chain to the FRONTISPIECE Time endeavouring from two friends. of Page 16. represented by a figure holding a lyre and spring- ing into the air. The author. The struggling of the soul for immortality. blematical of grief. by a representation in which the happiness of a little family is suddenly destroyed by the accident of the husband's death from the bite of a serpent. but confined earth. E 2 . Page 23.Page 12. to avert the arrow of Death Page 19. Page 15. or . A skeleton discovering the first symptoms A man measuring an infant with his span. Page 13. The frailty of the blessings of this life demonstrated. the infant at her breast. to NIGHT the SECOND. of re-animation on the sounding of the archangeFs trump. loss emhis lamenting the friend to the midnight hours.
27. in his character of the indiscriminately frail inhabitants of this world. some of 31. while others are carrying their record to heaven. . eager "to join anew Eternity 25. mowing down 26. The passage marked out by the asterisk. sufficiently explains the propriety with which the story is alluded to by the poet. his sire. A whom Page are bringing their scrolls to the inquirer. Belshazzar terrified in the midst of his impious debauch by the hand-writing on the wall.Page 24. and examining their report." and treading nearly on the his summit of the globe. The hours are drawn as aerial and shadowy beings. veiled. Page Conscience represented as a recording angel who is down Page the sin and in the act of noting of intemperance in a bacchanalian." Page The same power destroyer. Page Time having passed us. and carefully concealing his wings from our illustrated view. 33. . and delineated by the artist. Our inattention to the progress of Time by a figure of that god^ (as he is called by the poet) creeping towards us with stealthy pace. is seen displaying " broad pinions. good man conversing with his past hours.
40. A parent communicating instruction to his family. and administering consolation last moments. Page 37. The story of the good Samaritan. introduced by the artist as an illustration of the poet's sentiment. that love alone and kind offices can purchase love.Page 35. Page Angels attending the death-bed righteous. 41. of the to his Page Angels conveying the spirit of the good man to heaven. .
if dreams infest the grave. ! thought Though now / 'tis only change of pain. balmy Sleep pays : He. And lights on lids unsullied with a tear. emerging from a sea of dreams . his readj . : ! I wake. hoAV happy they. : A bitter change severer for severe for / The day too short Even in the zenith my distress ! and night. . Is sunshine.. as usual. and disturb'd repose. From short. JL IRED nature's sweet restorer. Tumultuous where my wreck' d. like the world. of her dark domain. her helm of reason lost restored. At random drove. :^a^^!i^i^^^. \isit Where fortune smiles the wretched he Forsakes flies * SAvifl on his downy pinion from woe. desponding From wave to wa\ e of fancied misei^'. to the colour of niv fate.: ! NIGHT THE FIRST. who wake no more I wake Yet that were xam.
and nature made a pause An aweful pause prophetick of her end. — . . and Darkness solenui sisters ! twms From ancient night. shall fall A \ your dreary shrine But what Primeval are ye ? THOU. ! Nor eje. strike to wisdom from my rest. sable goddess ! fioni her ebon throne. I can lose no more. O lead my life. in in That column of true majesty Assist man. solid darkness struck soul That spark. transmit one pitying ray. as the general pulse Of life stood still. and of soul. My As soul. who nurse the tender thought To reason. the noblest truths inspire . shouted o'er the rising ball O THOU ! whose word from the sun . how dead ! and darkness. morning Exulting. and to cheer .. Lead through \arious scenes of and death And from each scene. . the gra\e tliis me : I w ill thank you : The giavc. In rayless majesty.kingdom ictim sacied to there frame . youi. now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a siiunb'ring world Silence. nor list'ning ear an object finds 'Tis. : : — Niglit. while others Through this opaque of nature. her trust. her treasure. its A mind it that fain would wander from woe. mind. And let her prophecy be soon fulfill'd ! Fate ! drop the curtain . This double night. when the w ho didst put to flight stars. silence. which flies THEE. Creation sleeps. and on reason build resolve. how profound . To lighten. misers to their gold. ! Silence.
and fix my firm resolve Wisdom Noi" to wed. be pour'd bell strikes its The one ! We take no note it of time. my best will Teach rectitude. how wonderful man How passing wonder HE. and pay her long arrear : let the phial of thy vengeance. Teach my best reason. But from I feel the It is loss : to give then a tongue. how rich. the knell of mj ? departed hours the years Where It is arc they With beyond the : flood the signal that demands dispatch ! How much IS to be done My life's hopes and fears nari'ow verge ! Start up alarm d.ss chain' to the Midway beam Though from nothing Deity I A ethereal. d\\ ine Dim miniature of greatness absolute . how abject. the bounties of an hour ? Poor pensioner on How poor.! ' ! ' ! Nor less inspire iny* coiuluct. How complicate. who made him such is A\'lio centred in our make such strange extremes r FiDin (liflerent natures marvellously mix'd. and o'er Look down —On what ! ? A fathomless abyss A dread eteniity how surely nnne And can eternity belong to me. If heard aright. pour'cl in vain. On this devoted head. Is wise in man. reason. than my song. sullied and absorb'd still ! and dishonour'd. distant Connexion exquisite of Distinguish'd link in worlds! being's endle. how august. sullied. : solemn sound. As if an angol spoke.
'Tis past conjecture all things rise in proof While o'er my limbs sleep's soft dominion spread * What. swam with pain the mantled pool Or scaled the cliff. what dread ! ! Alternately transported. : ! reason reels ! Triumphantly distress'd what joy. aerial. soul fantastick measures trod O'er fairy fields or mourn'd along the gloom .. M im^ ^CBih. wond'ring her surprised. instructs. An heir of glory ! a ! frail child of dust ! ! Helpless immortal insect infinite 1 A v. weal. — : . Heaven husbands all events . ? Why then their loss deplore that are not lost Why wanders wretched thought their tombs around. or danced on hollow winds. toAv'ring. v^ And And myself lost ! At home a stranger. O what a miracle to own how man is man. nor sport vain dreams in vain. though my . Thought Avanders up and down. nature unconfined. Unfetter'd wuth her gross companion's Even silent Even silent For human Dull sleep night proclaims my soul immortal night proclaims eternal day. speaks her Of subtler essence than the trodden clod x\ctive. ^^i^-- . Of pathless woods or down the craggy steep Hurl'd headlong. and alarm'd What can preserve my life ? or what destroy ? An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave Legions of angels can't confine : me there.-. With antick shapes wild nati\es of the brain ? Her ceaseless flight. . aghast. fall. though devious.'orm in ! a God am at ! tremble at mjself.
the dim dawn. vale funereal.. all his : buries thoughts Inters celestial hopes without one sigh Pris'ner of earth. more justly number'd with the dead. In infidel distress ? Are angels there ? ? Slumbers. life. and pent beneath the moon. empty shades all on earth : is shadow. is how vital. till we burst the shell. let heavenly pity me. Here pinions all his wishes . fool man here ! and of man. And make From real us. all beyond creed : Is substance the reverse is folly's How The solid is all. Yon ambient azure shell. : . and death. wing'd by heaven . twilight of our day. slumb'ring in his sire Embryos we must be. Strong death alone can heave the massy bar. embryos of but little existence. the vestibule is Life's theatre as shut. raked up in dust. is This the desart. where change bud of yet shall be no more ! This the being. unconceived and from an eye fall Of On tenderness. not yet a candidate for light. The future embryo. is the grave ! creation's melancholy vault. this the solitude : How This populous. the sad cypress gloom ! land of apparitions. This gross impediment of clay remove. The The All. The life of gods. and sprmg to ! life. more remote Is he. O transport Yet man. ethereal fire life They live ! they greatly live a ! on earth Unkindled. . free.
was I wrapt round and round In silken thought. fly. Resembles ocean into tempest wrought. In HIS full beam. Thrown into tumult. spending all her fires. which reptile fancy spun Till darken'd reason lay quite clouded o'er With soft conceit of endless comfort here. And smother souls immortal in the dust ? expire ! A soul immortal. and ripen for the just ! Where momentary ages are no more Where time. Where seraphs gather immortality On life's fair tree.— ! !. Wasting her strength in strenuous idleness. : To fly at infinite and reach it there. To waft a feather. What golden jojs ambrosial clust'ring glow . and chance. raptured. and death And is it in the flight of threescore years.visions may befriend. To push eternity from human thought. or to drown a Where falls this censure ? It o'erwhelms myself: How was my heart incrusted by the world O how self-fetter'd was my groveling soul How. like a worm. and pain. fast by th^ throne of GOD. ! Nor yet put forth her wings to reach the skies Night. or alarm'd At aught this scene can threaten. or indulge. as sung above Our waking dreams how I dreamt are fatal Of things impossible could sleep do more ? Of joys perpetual in perpetual change Of stable pleasures on the tossing wave : ! ! ! Eternal sunshine in the storms of life ! .
Is cord. Could you. is cable. Starting I 'woke. fear an end. so rich in rapture. On earthly bliss it breaks at every breeze. emulous each moment plays Of His time's enormous scythe.! :! . "J** '~"~tj!njr'iy And The quite unparadise the realms of light. in endless perspective toll. and found mjself undone. above measure ! lasting. O ye blest scenes of permanent delight Full. beyond bound A perpetuity of bliss. Where's now my frenzy's pompous furniture The cobweb'd cottage. Strikes empires from the root little weapon in the narrower sphere Of sweet domestick comfort. is royalty to me The spider's most attenuated thread. Here teems witli revolutions . Safe are baleful influence of you lodged above these rolling spheres whose giddy dance all Sheds sad vicissitude on beneath. births of fate More mortal than the common Each moment has its sickle. all That ghastly thought would drink up your joy. to man's tender tie . ! joj. and cuts down fairest The bloom of sublunary bliss. with its ragged wall Of mould' ring mud. . is bliss. How richly were mj noontide trances hung With gorgeous Joy behind * Till at tapestries of pictured jojs. : ? . And rarely for the better or the best. whose ample sweep . every hour. Death's whose restless iron tongue Calls daily for his millions at a meal.
wliy exhaust Thj partial qui\er on a mark so mean ? Whj Thy And thj peculiar rancour wreak'd on ! me ? ? Insatiate archer shaft could not one suffice Hew ! thrice — and thrice my peace fiU'd was slain thrice.!. Amidst such niightj plunder. 'ii:-J^Mfi^'^'^-^^^^ . it murderer. !. one daj. In ever)' varied postuiv. solar ray of sound delight. place. Through the dark postern of time long elapsed. and hour. Bliss ! sublunary bliss ! —proud words. thou him from his sphere. 4. ere thrice jon moon had ? her honi. and such ! proves Strays. and to quench the stars The sun himself by thy permission shines shalt pluck . like a by the stillness of the night. ! :: . wretched rover o'er the pleasing past . Led Led softly. What darts of agonj had miss'd ! my ! heart thine Death great propi'ietor of all 'tis To tread out empire. How widow'd every thought of everj joy ! ! Thought. and it I found them air had I weigh'd ere my fond embrace. O Cynthia whj so pale dost thou lament Tliy wretched neighbour ? grieve to see thy wheel Of ceaseless change outwhirfd in human lile ? ! How wanes my borrow'd ! bliss from fortune's smile Precarious courtesj not virtue's sure. In quest of wretchedness perversely strays #. busj thought too busy for mj peace. Self-given. And. ! and vain Implicit treason to divine decree A O * bold invasion of the rights of heaven I clasp'd the phantoms.
and make a refuge of the grave ! : How What groaning hospitals eject their dead numbers groan for sad admission there ! . : ghosts ! Sweet comfort's blasted clusters I lament: I tremble at the blessings once so dear. of woman born. image. volcano. a numerous train I rue the riches of my former fate . with her heait Wrapp'd up in triple brass. and Intestine broils. in Here. forgets a sun was made . fell pair On hopeless multitudes remorseless seize ! At once . or in that. than sure heirs of pain. In battle lopp'd away. Want and incurable disease. Are hammer'd to the galling oar for And plough the winter's wave. The single man ? are angels all beside ? I mourn for millions 'tis the common lot And ? — In this shape. If so the tyrant. fire. plunged mines. besiege mankind GOD's There. War. every pleasure pains me to the heart. beings. with half their limbs Beg bitter bread through realms their valour saved. : . oppression. broken under arms. disinherited of day. and reap despair for hard masters Some. Yet whj complain ? or why complain for one Hangs out the sun his lustre but for me. : And finds all desert now and meets the Of my departed jojs. or his minions doom. pest. storm. deathless as their haughty life lord. famine.. has fate entail'd all The mother's throes on Not more the children.
And Without misfortune And what hostilities —what —without of fail. breathe from — Happy did sorrow seize on such alone Not prudence can defend. pains rest. And Is sighs might sooner part than cause to sigh. crushes him to death. And.r^ ¥ --iUji. wound our calamities ! a foe ! Nor But are foes wanting to the best on earth endless is : the list human ills. Solicit the cold hand of charity shock us more — solicit it ! in vain Ye silken sons You rue more of pleasure since in pains visit : modish visits.— ! !: : . poisons. felicity its which we doat. and death l. stings. Man's caution often into danger turns. smoothest course of nature has tiniest friends. \V . how small of the terraqueous the rest a waste tenanted by man ! . here. . his guard falling. — 10 What To numbers. and reduce but so great Surfeit's dominion o'er you Your impudence. and burning sands Wild haunts of monsters. /^ And your debauch give.) Through thickest shades pursues the fond of peace. . through error. once in fortune's lap high-fed. A globe Rocks. frozen seas. Not happiness itself makes good her name Our very wishes give us not our wish How From The distant oft the thing that for we doat on most. you blush at what is right. or virtue save ! : * Disease invades the chastest temperance. And punishment the guiltless : and alarm. deserts.
wno divide. ! thou! whate'er thou whose heart exults! Wouldst thou I should congratulate thy fate ? thy pride demands it from me 1 know thou wouldst . far true map of man ! So bounded are its haughty . Is all in infancy. What then am I. II Such is earth's melancholy is More sad. .: — — :: . The selfish heart deserves the pain feels . what thy nature needs The salutary censure of a friend. Loud sorrows howl. like a creditor severe. More generous sorrow. Thy pleasure the promise of thy pain Misfortune. exalts And conscious virtue mitigates the pang Nor virtue. envenom'd passions bite. this earth a map but. Ravenous calamities our vitals seize. nature's first. who sorrow for mjself ? In age. at thy peril art thou pleased is Know. . too the torrent of their grief O world is How To sad a sight thy muchr indebted human happiness ! tear : those. from others aid our hope — to teach us to be kind last That. bids me give Swoln thought a second channel . They weaken Take then. more than prudence. lord's delights To where deep troubles toss. : Let thy pride pardon. woe's wide empire And threatening fate wide opens to devour. Thou happy wretch by blindness ! thou art blest By dotage dandled to perpetual smiles smiler. whose thought can pierce beyond an hour art. while it sinks. lesson to mankind it .: .
and chastise herjoys. . Lorenzo. full as much as woes Awake us to their cause and consequence And make us tremble.: . not rewards . Philander thy last ! sigh Dissohed Lost all the charm .: : . but joys that never can expire "Who builds on less than an immortal base. while we clasp. Fond as he seems. Stand on thy guard against the smiles of tremendous in its fro\\Tis ? most sure And * in its favours formidable too Its fa\ours here are trials. She makes a scourge of past prosperity To sting thee more. But rises in demand for her delay. in\ert worse than simple misery charms Revolted joys. condemns his joys to death. we kill them their . Beware what earth calls happiness beware : All jovs. nay. not discharge from care And should alarm us. d. fortune makes her court to thee : Thj Dear I fond heart dances. Lest. the disenchanted earth glitt'ring all her lustre: where her ? towers? Her golden mountains where — darken'd down ^T' . while the syren sings is thy welfare . . like foes in civil war. Like bosom friendships to resentment sour "With rage envenom'd rise against our peace. weigh'd with our desert. but that fear is to secure thy joys Think not Is heaven sacred to the storm fate. and double thv disti'ess. would not damp. A call to duty. — . think me not unkind.. Awe To nature's tumults. Mine died with thee.
a dreaiy vale of teai's : The great magician's dead! thou poor pale piece Of outcast earth From yesterday — ! in darkness ! what a change thy darling hope so near. Unfaded ere — one moment's prey conditionally wise . . " where eternity begins. For numbers this is certain . f') By fate's inviolable oath is sworn be. O how ambition flush'd Thy glowing cheek Of virtuous praise Smiled at ! ambition.: ! ! . To naked waste . This peradventure — infamous for . Ere mingled with the streaming sands of : . we prophesy in vain Time is dealt out by particles and each. it fell The worm Man's ?s. drown the next "We penetrate. the reverse this Is sure to none and yet on perhaps. truly great. ! : Sly. death's subtle seed within. Deep silence. thj well-concerted scheme. life. foresight is LoRzxzo ! wisdom into folly turns its is Oft. the first instant idea fair ^Mn To * lab'ring thought born : how dim our eye ! The present moment terminates our sight Clouds. treacherous miner working m the dark. thick as those on doomsday. Than man's presumption on to-morrow's dawn ? Where is to-morrow ? — in another world . and beckon'd to riot on that rose so red. what may in may be now There's no prerogative human hours In human hearts what bolder thought can rise. Long-labour'd prize. lies." By nature's law.
a warning was denied ! How many fall as sudden — not as safe As sudden.: : 14- As on a rock of adamant we build Our mountain hopes spin our eternal As we the fatal sisters would outspin. . expire. and their pride praise. though for years admonish'd Of human ills the last extreme beware. . Year after year are fled leaves . : Procrastination is it the thief of time steals. 'tis would not is this be strange still.. his shroud. 'tis madness to defer Next day the fatal precedent will plead Thus on. Beware. their future selves applauds life How excellent that they ne'er Avill lead ! Time lodged That lodged in tneir in fate's. till wisdom is push'd out of life . : Not even Philander had bespoke Nor had he cause . schemes. till all . a slow-sudden death ! : How dreadful that deliberate surprise Be wise to-day. own hands to is folly's veils . " That all men are about to live"— For ever on the brink of being born. big with life's futurities. Lorenzo ! home. And The That to the mercies of a moment vast concerns of an eternal scene If not so frequent. this stranger Of man's miraculous mistakes. ? so frequent. On At this reversion takes up ready least their own. All pay themselves the compliment to think They one day shall not drivel . this bears The palm. And. wisdom they consign .
; : :
thing they can't but purpose, they postpone
'Tis not in folly, not to scorn a fool
poor dilatory man.
through every stage
and only wish.
As duteous sons, our fathers were more At thirty man suspects himself a fool Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan
chides his infamous delay.
prudent purpose to resolve
the magnanimity of thought
Resolves, and re-resolves
then dies the same.
And why ?
because he thinks himself immortal
—when some alarming shock of
mortal, but themselves
Strikes through their
hearts the sudden dread
But their hearts wounded, like the wounded air, Soon close where pass'd the shaft no trace is found. As from the wing no scar the sky retains The parted wa\e no furrow from the keel So dies in human hearts the thought of death Even with the tender tear which nature sheds
* The longest night though longer
the lark listen to
sprightly lark's shrill matin
Griefs sharpest thorn hard pressing on
with wakeful melody, to cheer
call the stars to listen
Is deaf to mine, enamour'd of thy lay
through distant ages
Pris'ner of darkness
to the silent hours.
often I repeat their rage divine.
I roll their raptures,
but not catch their
Dark, though not
blini, like thee
reach your strain
who made Maeonides
too he sung
* Oft bursts
song beyond the bounds of
now, but immortality, can please
had he press'd
theme, pursued the track.
opens out of darkness into day
had he mounted on
and sung immortal man
bless'd mankind, and rescued
i«^. l^'J^.r :itt^xrj~,u.
too. and Phil. ? though dead. on all that power.\xder's final scene. profit there. May befriend. . on themes may "Where most thy need — themes. Rouse And. Death. he wept" "Which looks on me.. other themes I'll dwell. When — This midnight centinel. it Eternal war with Deserves it least let — on woe who bears best. —What themes time's wondrous price. thus. I souls from slumber into thoughts of heaven Shall I too weep ? where then is fortitude is ? fortitude abandon' d. who bids . * Emblem of that which shall awake the dead. smote by that eye the cock crew. where life is man ? light know that the terms on is which he sees the . And Of thine. Lorenzo ! me turn my thoughts on thee. the genuine growth : dear Phil. profit. is listed : war.\xder's dust still he. : \ 19 NIGHT THE SECOND. friendship. with clarion shrill. He born.
. and vengeance claims the full ! arrear. to fools and fools reputed wise ? ! moment granted man without account in What Our years are squander'd. should his strong hand arrest. r As rumour'd time ! robberies endear our gold than gold more sacred . haste. : . nor leave thy heart quite disengaged. more a load Than A\''hat lead. ! O O glorious avarice thought of death inspires. Call glorj — and from grief fate ? ? dost thou say'st it mourn Phi lander's : know thou is says thj life the same He mourns the dead. wisdom's debt unpaid wealth days all due to that discharge. not For what calls thy disease. No composition sets the pris'ner IVee Eternitv's inexorable chain Fast binds. that avarice of time. past thy cure — that dies not with my strain. Lorenzo ? For esculapian.. as might obtain ear. But ill my genius answers is my desire : My sickly song Accept the will mortal. Haste. . he's at the door. he Insidious death ! lies in wait. The good deed would me . but for moral aid Thou think'st it folly to be wise too soon. Where that thrift. O Mead to thee Fain would I pay thee with eternity I oA\'e . who lives as they desire. half impress On my * I dark cloud an -. . delight iris . : 20 So could Thine I touch these themes. How late I shudder'd on the brink in how ! late Life call'd for her last refuge ! despair That time is mine.
Avhen med'cines cannot cure ? When As To spirits ebb. dust upon the scale. Lorenzo ! 'tis confess'd ? ? for once I preach thee quite aAvake Who Is it Avants amusement in the flame of battle not treason to the soul immortal. ? amusement reigns is Man's great demand is it to trifle to live ? : then a trifle too — to die Thou AVhat. foes in arms. and lessen in our sight. Is this our duty. ThroAvn Will toys amuse And earth and skies Redeem Ave time ? What pleads LoRrcJZO —No seem — : and soon to perish there thrones Avill then be toys.. glory. it Part with as with in money — maj be. . lands and cities Avith their glitt'ring spires. eternity the prize ? Her Will toys amuse. : 21 Youth is not rich in time it . "With holy hope of nobler time to come Time highex aim'd. No moment but its it purchase of its Av^orth . ? He pleads time's numerous blanks he loudly i)leads . if say'st I preach. ? by sudden storm . Avhen life's enchanting scenes Their lustre lose. Its loss Ave dearly buy : for his high-prized sports . And what Part with worth. poor sparing pay . wisdom. gain These Heaven benign in vital union binds And sport Ave like the natives of the bough. Of men and angels still — nearer the great mark ? . off to sea. virtue more divine. the poor shatter'd bark. . ask death-beds life as Avith — they big caji tell reluctant . A-ernal When And suns inspire .
act. say rather. This. God in man. through every age. or meant. be thine . at once.' — . Our outward Guard indeed. ? Time. If nothing more than purpose in thy power Thy Does purpose firm. admits restraint 'Tis not in things o'er thought to domineer well thy thought our thoughts are heard in heaven. as all deputed by mankind . no nature made. the wise have Though much. angels could no more. the man Is yet unborn. this leaves in and no blank fills. is- equal to the deed: Who does the best his circumstaiice allows. lord of if human : He spoke. well. still Virtue. prerogative to raise . A royal tribute from the poorest hours ! Immense revenue every moment pays. Avho duly weighs an hour. acts nobly. . So should speak so reason speaks in all From the soft whispers of that fly to folly. For rescue from the blessings we possess . the supreme —Time is etemity . On all-important time. : : 22 The straw -like trifles on life's common stream trifles. Had been Of Rome an emperor without his ? crown race . the good immortalizes all This. or purposed virtue. and warm. the blest art of turning heaz't's to gold. time all This greatens. From whom those blanks and trifle but from thee ? No blank. Why why ! to frenzy fly. " I've lost a urged . day" — the prince who nobly cried. This cancels thj complaint In act no trifle.. — : ..
. Pregnant with makes archangels smile Who murders time. * censure nature for a span too short We That span too Torture short.— — . We call him cruel years : years to moments shrink. how unjust to nature and himself. From hateful time if prisons set us free Yet when Ages to death kindly tenders us . Art. we tax as tedious too tire. : : - 23 Pregnant with all all eteniity can give that .. As Atlas groan'd The world beneath. Drives headlong tow'rds the precipice of death Death. take off our chariot-wheels. Is thoughtless. thankless. ! whirl us. Ah ! only not adored. we groan beneath an hour We cry for mercy to the next amusement The next amusement mortgages our fields ! Slight inconvenience prisons hardly frown . inconsistent man ! Like children babbling nonsense in their sports. wander earth around To thought. is the telescope turn'd. How It heavily we is drag the load of . brainless art our furious charioteer. — deatli thus ! more dreadful made O what a is riddle of absurdity Leisure pain . like that of Cain. most our dread . nature's voice unstifled would recall. happy riddance ! from ourselves. all expedients To And For lash the ling' ring moments into speed. invention. he crushes in the birth A power ethereal. relief. makes us wander fly that tyrant. life ! Blest leisure our curse .
Leave to thj foes these errors. The soul is on the rack . split on idleness for ease. fly to labour for his cure Not. aghast in And contradiction strong. or be wretched . used is life bare existence. unfolds Then time turns torment. the rack of rest. And. nor ever wait for man . men are prodigals . his wings. a pain . short Heaven's bountj. to live ordain'd. :. not waste.— : : . : We And waste. not use our time is we breathe. if unseen . the riddle mark'd above. Wrings and oppresses with enormous weight And why ? since time was given for use. and these ills . : 24 To man's false opticks. feeling. Rueful — cry out on his career. ? broad pinions swifter than the winds mankind. : And But seems to creep decrepit with his age . with tempest. Enjoin'd to fly . tide. boundless our expence . blund'ring. That man might feel his error. Cares are employments and without employ . such by Heaven design'd Life's cares are comforts. To nature just. Here. and stars : To keep his speed. action all To souls most adverse their joy. . we wrestle with great natui'e's plan . in advance. when man turns a fool . man. Time's use was doom'd a pleasure waste. He that has none. not live : Time wasted existence. Behold him. then. must make them. from his folly * Time. behind him hides false. their cause and cure explore. when past by his all what then is seen. Not No niggard nature . We rave.
unseen. our bosom-broil and We Life push time from we . importance. : — — . ! Oh the dark dajs of \anitj ! while here.. . and shun wife. because untouch'd. and jet fond of we think long. ? time possess'd. Who his will shall contradict their own . Hence our unnatural quarrel with oursehes at thoughts enmitj us. At once he draws the sting of life and death He walks with nature —and her paths are peace. : nothing else a Is truly man's 'tis fortune's —Time's God ? Hast thou ne'er heard of time's omnipotence For. both pain us. and 'tis decreed. what can please the That which DEITY man who to please ordain'd Time used : the consecrates his hours Bj A'igorous effort and an honest aim. like peevish death seek. ! How tasteless ! and Gone thej ne'er The spirit walks of everj daj deceased . : . or against. He looks on time as nothing . thej haunt . how terrible when gone go when past. Lavish of lustrums. us still And Nor And smiles an angel. : 25 We Our thwart the thwart DEITY . Body and United jar. ^^fe i" . speed And tlij great gain from virging his career. what wonders can he do And will ! to stand blank neuter he disdains. wish him back life . see next Time's nature. man and and jet are loth to part. nor life delight us — if time past. . or a furj frowns death. and short soul. All-sensual man. : Our error's cause and cure are seen origin.
as he flies Or rather. . Why Know'st spur the speedy ? why with levities ? ? New-wing thy short. The "Was time cut off. which Avatch him in his new abode. around him. Fate the loud signal sounding. his children play.: . By godhead streaming through a thousand worlds of hea\'en. That memorable hour of wondrous the birth. * Measuring his motions by revolving spheres . Like numerous wings. And join anew In his immutability to nest. that count his circles now. heavien's stranger. DREx\D SIRE. whence they rose. swift as darted flame. eternity his sire . on emanation bent. unhinged. days.for then time was born. 26 Not on those terms was time. and months. and years. from the great days From old eternity's mysterious orb. Not on those terms. short day's too rapid flight thou. to reach his ancient rest. and time from man. From "When everlasting ages growing ripe. as unequal plumes they shape His ample pinions. too soon . Call'd forth creation. In sad divorce this double flight must end '<#' /? . And big with nature. That horologe machinery divine Hours. headlong rush timeless night and chaos. or what is done Man flies from time. or what thou dost. and cast beneath the skies skies. To gain his goal. sent On his important embassy to man. ! Lorenzo no : on the long-destined hour.. rising in his might. . When To worlds.
a misery made for feeble man who call aloud every bauble. other worlds send odours. more sumptuous to the sight delicate ! Ye The who nothing can support. if not so wise Solomon. ?— I unambitious in the ruffled shroud. sauce. of gay dreams How * will you weather an eternal night.— ! . ! Yourselves most insupportable for whom winter rose must blow. luU'd with syren song . drivell'd o'er by sense. rattles and conceits of every follies cast. the sun put on A brighter And And beam in Leo. To Of drag your patience through the tedious length a short winter's . or be chid . say . Wit's oracles say day — — —dreamers say fail ? sages . Where such expedients O treacherous conscience! while she seems to sleep On rose and myrtle. and notions framed in foreign looms ! O ye One Not For For For LoRExzos of our age ! who deem moment luiamused. Ye well-ai'raj'd ye lihes of our land ! ! Ye As As lilies male ! who might neither . . toil. change of and relays of joy. where ai'e we ? where. 27 And Thy Not Thy Has then. sister lilies — nor spin. silky-soft Favonius breathe still softer. then grant thee. : parian tomb's triumphant arch beneath death his fbpj)eries ? then well may life Put on her plume. and song. in a state sports thy pomps . and in her rainbow shine. robes. Lorexzo.
treats Us spendthrifts of inestimable time . her dread diarj with horror the gross act alone fancy's fills : employs her pen air^' . In leaves more durable than leaves of brass. teach her sons herself: each night are born we a die. As all-rapacious usurers conceal Their doomsday-book from all-consuming Thus. The And Not slj informer minutes e\ery fault. unrecall'd. Unnoted. life Each morn anew : each day — . nodding o'er her charge. notes each moment misapplied . List'ning. For slighted counsel think'st —such thy lavish is future peace ! And thou still thou canst be wise too soon ? But why on time so my song ? On To this great theme kind nature keeps a school. — see. A watchful foe ! the Ibrmidable spy. to drop On headlong And gWe us Unmark'd . She reconnoitres band. Lorenzo. And judgment Than Such this . appetite the slacken'd rein. from behind her secret stand. publish — publish to in more worlds and endless age groans resound. o'erhears the whispers of our camp . Our dawning purposes of heart explores. which death shall read In every pale delinquent's private ear. with indulgence most severe she heirs. Writes our whole history . up to licence. And steals our embryos of iniquity. her slumber and her vengeance such . such is that sleeper in thy breast .! ! 28 While she seems.
heaven all invites. Lorenzo no.— ! . call. Of this As the Throw Heaven surrounding storm storm rock'd to empires 's rest. supinely sleeps yawns ? Man Fate —and man alarm alone . That more than miracle the gods indulge . His ardour such. adorn^ . And ardent energy. Full-power'd to cancel. and man. hair-hung. Sure vice must butcher O what heaps of ! slain Cry out for vengeance on us time destroj'd is Is suicide. breeze-shaken. Hell threatens all exerts . in effort. what. knells : spilt: Time flies. ! labours more ? More than creation labours And is there in creation. the sole cause and yet he sleeps. expiate. . o'er the gulph A moment trembles is in — drops . entire. wing'd dispatch. Bid him drive back his car. whose fate irreversible. what oppresses thee And is his ardour vain. still. more than miracles we want Lorenzo Such —O is for yesterdays to come the language of the for man awake ? . regive the given hour. for whom All else man. extreme. : — — 29 And shall we kill each day : ? If trifling kills. amidst — This tumult universal. bid day stand worlds want wealth to buy on their wing : —moments — ? seize . and reimport period past. Endless. Lorenzo. where more than blood death urges. To-day is yesterday return'd return'd raise. ! ! and man. Throw years away —and be : blameless a When The moment we may wish.
Nor. . : . Whose work is done who triumphs in the past Whose yesterdays look backward with a smile. 30 And Let reinstate us it on the rock of peace. — . . Protection . Nor. If folly bounds our prospect by the grave. Our freedom Prone chain'd quite wingless our desire all In sense dark-prison'd to the centre . and stain us deeper Shall we be poorer for the plenty pour'd ? More wretched for the clemencies of Where shall I find him ? angels ! heaven tell ? me where? You know him : he is near jou — point him out Shall I see glories beaming from his brow Or trace his footsteps hy the rising flowers ? Your golden wings. but opprobrious past hours. Shall like its elder sisters. that ought to soar in crawling the dust Dismounted every great and glorious aim Embruted every faculty divine . Renounced all correspondence with th6 skies . That common.. are waving in applause lord of fate ! To that blest son of foresight — That aweful independent on to-morrow . .. ^ shed now. by guilt. : . now hov'ring o'er him. wound him lot ! as they fly . If not like the Parthian. yet wbund us by their flight. All feeling of futurity benumb'd All god-like passion for eternals quench'd All relish of realities expired . die a fool it evaporate in fume — flj off still ? Fuliginous. its not share predecessor s fate ..
we sink and are . fell. We read their monuments We sigh. immortal souls. mourn to their masters changed. ! 31 1 I Heart-buried in the rubbish of the world I The world. ? Which hangs out death in one etemal night ' A night. a small eminence. we gaze around we sigh and while what we deplored . they bequeath'd thee small renown : The I rest are on the wing . what report they bore to heaven "*«^«^-^. gaj escutcheon'd world. venerate themselves. the world despise. or lamented. that gulph of souls. For what. no he has been on thee final And given sure earnest of his blow. . they that Such veneration due.*S-.. Already has the I fatal train A moment. The sun darkness. and ghastly I drown'd. Where dwells the multitude . ! where are they all now ? Pallid to thought. - _? . Those hours. home of man. friend. drown'd . stage is at banquets. Though we from earth ethereal.! — : . Inch-high the grave above that . and triumph there thrones. And wraps Life's little our thoiight. that glooms us in the noon-tide raj. fire Souls elevate. dying. wing'd with I To On reach the distant skies. . O is man this ! man. In that great deep. how took 's fleet their flight fire . * 'Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours. Lamenting. Is death at distance ? all our : lot . angelic. And ask them. which lately smiled.^ V. and the stars are dust. which nothing disembogues I And. ^:J which shall not . and the world is blown up to thee . Who . in the shroud.
. And rise to fate extreme of foul or fair. and again soil. Art thou so moor'd thou canst not disengage. Light. as the summer's dust.: . bleeding o'er the sacred dead dial strike Should not each us as we pass. is still a child Loose then from earth the grasp of fond desire. : . more we know it vain " And by success are tutor'd to despair. O'er midnight bowls. worst foe. controller of the skies As man's despotic will. . . but must be so Who knows not this. blown up from earth. . ? Nor give thy thoughts a ply to future scenes Since. but what as nothing weighs the " The more our joy. we fall take in air A moment's And sleep giddj flight. the proud Assyrian pale. As man's own choice. sore amazed. though graj." Nor is it only thus. far less than that of bosom torn ? bosom. There 's nothing here. fi^om out earth's ruins crawl. increase the trodden 'till earth herself shall be no more Since then. We. as emmets. if not. O " reconcile them ! kind experience cries. her best . 32 And how they might have borne more welcome news call Their answers form what men experience If wisdom's friend. perhaps one hour ! O how From omnipotent is time ! decrees Should not each warning give a strong alarm- Warning.. Join the dull mass. hy life's passing breath. Weigh anchor. and some happier clime explore. their small world o'erthrown. Portentous. as the written wall which struck. .
and then his nui"se devours. solar shadow. ? the dial speaks loth to and points to thee. : : Reason should judge in That sedentary shadow all . hearts to whisper what w^e wish. : travels hard But such our So prone our gravitation to the wrong. in reason s eye. is O man. fate how ? whence Man's make encloses the Dost ask. ? means is in thy walls : Belsha/^zar-like.. time As these are useless when the sun is set So those. . amazed . resembles too life speeds away still From Too point to point. emptier than my : shade. But That It life here. the movement to be seen Yet soon man's hour is up. o o so Lorenzo break thy banquet up. . E\en age fresh hopes are hourly sown . thj- kingdom it departing from thee And. like the Median. Lorenzo. ! 3:i ^\ itli insolence and wine . though seeming to stand fugitive is The cunning subtle is swift by stealth. but when more glorious reason shines . Warnings point out our danger gnomons. sure seeds of death ingrate ! Life feeds the murderer : he thrives On her o-wn meal. than he's aware A "Wilmington goes slower than the sun all Aiid mankind mistake itself: their time of day .. to decypher what Know. : v-^iai f^i Erewhile high-flush'd * Like " " tliat. and we are gone. 'Tis later with the wise. while lasts. the delusion it lies . as : measures life. ." call Its silent language such nor need'st thou it Thj magi. is .
fashionably such as The fancy. Whose mind was moral. compute that age he cannot feel. so sought to the recluse more coy . the breezy stream cool'd our passions How By often thaw'd and shorten'd winter's eve. Best found.: . On this. Good sense will stagnate thoughts shut up. or similar. ! Thoughts disentangle passing Clean runs the thread . . Chiming her Lorenzo what a friend contains As bees mix'd nectar draw from fragrant flowers. 34 In furrow'd brows : so gentle life's it is descent. : air. as the preacher's tongue And strong to wield all science. ! ? . worth the name How And often we talk'd down by the summer's sun. Or kept to tie up nonsense fruitless ! for a song stains . ! . that struck out latent truth. wisdom and delight Twins tied by nature if they part. o'er the lip 'tis if not. like bales imopen'd to the sun. . . So men from friendship. they die. 's believes he older for his years at life's latest eve. and unhallow'd passion fires saints to Cytherea's fane.— — . Song. to crown the rest disappointment of a promised hour. We "We shut our eyes. days in winter for the spring : And turn our blessings into bane since oft Man must He scarce Thus. thrown away. and think take fair a plain. conflict kind. want And spoil. we keep in store One The disappointment sure. Philander! thou. Hast thou no friend to set thy mind abroach ? Know'st thou.
! r 35 Had thought been all. thought's canal speech. it we know its real worth If sterling. . The births of intellect ventilates we retain when dumb. by awed Tis converse qualifies for solitude. if born to speech If bom blest heirs to half their mother's tongue 'Tis thought's exchange. And plaj'd a sprightly beam. store for thy future use buy thee benefit. . What numbers. lie Plunged to the hilts in venerable tomes. sweet speech had been denied ! Speech. breaks to the bit Of due restraint . and whets for use. As exercise for salutary rest By that untutor'd. is the more possess'd * Teaching.. : : . And defecates the student's standing pool. we learn . which. breaks the learned scum. . forgot. by wisdom's is outdone. Speech our intellectual fire Speech burnishes our mental magazine Brightens for ornament. contemplation raves And nature's fool. and giving. .: . sheatli'd in erudition. :! ! . thought's criterion too . perhaps reno\vn Thought too. deliver'd. In contemplation 'Tis poor as is his proud resource ? proud : bj converse unsustain'd field : Rude thought runs wild in contemplation's it Converse. the menage. like th' alternate push Of waves conflicting. . Thought in the mine may come forth gold or dross When 'Twill coin'd in words. And rusted who might have boi*ne an edge. and emulation's spur rivals Gives graceful energy.
passion's foe life Virtue alone entenders us for wrong her much — entenders us for ever Of friendship's fairest fruits. ? What is she but the means of happiness That unobtain'd. :: 36 Wisdom. other's pillow to repose divine. to give To social man true relish of himself. to make her sweet amends For absent heaven — the bosom of a friend .—— . beam is feeble in delight Delight intense is taken by rebound fire the breast. the means of wisdom. : Denies. Nature. reciprocally soft. soon harder froze : love strikes root reason. whene'er she stoops To visit earth. though richer than Peruvian mines. . an exchange calls for ! flies monopolists ! it two : Rich fruit heaven-planted never pluck'd by one. without her bells. the fruit most fair . And sweeter than the sweet ambrosial hive. in passion's flame : Hearts melt but melt like in ice. Reverberated pleasures Celestial happiness. Where Each heart meets heart. in Full on ourselves descending Pleasure's bright a line. And one alone. than folly more a fool A melancholy fool. which makes our in zeal for wisdom wise. Beware True I the counterfeit: . richly gives The precious end. human amitj. one shrine the goddess finds. Needful auxiliars are our friends. Friendship. or damps an undivided joj Joy Joj is an import — -joy is .
But for whom blossoms this elysian flower Abroad they find. and the coquet throw out For -Ml other hearts. ? Lorenzo ! pardon what and my love extorts. ! Glorious surviver of old time. * Love. ! Ye fortune's cofferers You do your rent-rolls most felonious wrong. strife ! O the soft enmity ! endearing This carries friendship to her noon-tide point. And. who cherish it at home. that flower of heavenly The wise extract earth's most hyblean bliss. And gives the rivet of eternity. and love onh'. but what has found a friend m ^^i^/fi^j. emulouslj rapid in her race. By taking our attachment to yourselves Can gold gain friendship ? own when such the bait. Though choice of None clings more follies fasten on the great. Or fascination of a high-born smile. obstinate than fancy fond is mm ! That sacred friendship their easy prey Caught by the wafture of a golden lure. tenacious of their And we no less of ours. Superior wisdom crown'd with smiling joy. and death From friendship thus. : . the great. A friend. not afraid to frown. ye powers of wealth -^^ impudence of hope I As well mere man an angel might beget is . Lorenzo ! pride repress nor hope to find in thee. the loan lor love. . which outlives my former themes.: . Is virtue kindling at a rival fire. seed. An honest love. From friendship. Their smiles.
!; : ;
All like the purchase
the price will pay
And this makes friends such miracles below. What if, since daring on so nice a theme,
thee friendship delicate as dear.
tender violations apt to die
and distrust destroy
not thick on every bough,
at the core.
things with thy friend
every friend unrotten
First on thy friend deliberate with thyself;
not eager in the choice.
of the chosen, fixing
friendship, then confide
for thy friend
but nobler far for thee
for earth's highest prize
the friendless master of a world
purchase for a friend
he, angels hear that angel sing
Angels from friendship gather half
So sung Philander,
In the rich ichor,
as his friend
Bacchus, purple god of joyous wit,
and ever-laughing eye
and virtue to
who warm'd him
Friendship's the wine of
Not such was
neither strong nor pure.
for the bright complexion, cordial
elevating spirit of a friend.
All fcculeiuc oi ialsehood long tliroAvn tlown All social
irtiics rising in his .soul
crystal cicur, and smiling as thej rise
and gcniuno iVom the heart
High-flavoiii"'cl bliss for
on earth how
Think'st thou the theme intoxicates m_y ov^ng
warm ? him much
I cannot be
Like birds whose beauties languish, half conceal'd,
mounted on the wing, their glossy plumes Expanded shine with azure, green and gold
blessings brighten as they take their flight
ir ever soul ascended
had he dropt.
That eagle genius
feather as he flew
prudent foes forbear
Rivals scarce damn; and Zoilus reprieve:
quench a glory lighted
at the skies.
his illustrious close.
the theme most affecting, tnost sublin\e,
man, shouki sleep unsung
by genius unawaked
to the blush of wit.
Man's highest triumph
death-bed of the just —is yet undrawn
merits a divine
* Angels should paint
angels ever there
There on a post of honour, and of joy. Dare I presume then ? buf Philander
glory tempts, and inclination
as struck the soul beneath
Aerial groves' impenetrable gloom
poor unflatter'd kings
gazing by pale lamps on high-born dust
religion to proceed
awed, the temple of
there, just rising to a god.
The chamber, where
the good man meets common walk
quite in the verge of heaven.
Fly, ye profane
Recei^•e the blessing, and adore the chance
Bethesda your disease
here resistless demonstration dwells
a detecter of the heart
Here tired dissimulation drops her mask. Through life's grimace that mistress of the scene Here real and apparent are t}"' same You see the man you see his hold on heaven If sound his virtue, as Philanders sound. T 7 „.^jg „Qt ^g jagt moment; owns her triends
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great in unreuic'iant • With grandeur gives. vice. ! What gleams cf the frail what more than human peace ? Where. No. last — can words express silence of a friend ' ? Where are those horrors.:/. nature's ^v3•eck. confusion and to virtue. ^or\ -'tblime T-t "— " -/r? '••*/• « — . His H!v con'dbrters he comforrs.-<. iiiin. through ^'anquish'd agonies. stars strugg1ir>g jc^' ? through this midnight gloom.vhich singly l^ini This hideous group of shock r Demand from man Through Like the — I thotigh? man till novv'.-. not jields and closes vZ-^h y-. that amazcnient w^herc. and points them out to men I : A lecture sclent. peace. '. Thought reach the last.41 On To this side death . is the mortal to be found.«. n-iajestj in death . And *• ** greater still. for his single heir. all.'hat ? grave ! And oh the last ? — — last ills./^ . not mortal the poor abject worm ? in death.incereinonious life's severe!)" frown'd on thee: fate ! menc'ian joys A sudden rush frora " A wrench from we are we love— from A restless bed of pain a plunc^e opaque ! all all I *' I Bejond conjecture' feeble nature's dread " Strong reason's shudder at the dark utikjiov. Whatever Virtue alone has but of sovereign po%vcr . the more the tyrant frowns : Philaxdeu! he No warning given—'. farce the boastful hero plajs. n '* I ! " " " A sun extinguish'd ! ! a just opening v. His conduct a legacy for Richer than Mammon's.
and heavenly hope. augustly rears his head At that black hour. we weep strikes . With inconimunicable lustre bright. Destruction gild. or lofty mountain's brow its Detains the sun. With damps and darkness drown the spacious Undamp'd by doubt.— : . undarken'd by despair Philander. whicii general horror sheds On the low level of the inglorious throng Sweet peace. and rvowii him for ihe skies. Amazement Christians adore — devotion bursts to flame and infidels believe. thus. Man's glorj \ouchsafps GOD ! HEAVEN We . ! 42 How Whence His our hearts burnt within us this at the scene ! bra\c bound o'er limits fix'd to man ? GOD gaze sustains him in his final hour His final hour brings glory to his. — to call her own. C^ (^ ir? . illustrious from rising vapours height and descending shades vale . and humble joy Di%inely beam on his exalted soul. As some While tall tower. mix'd tears of grief and joy .
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