But all they trust in withers, as it must, 470 When He commands in whom they place no trust. Vengeance at last pours down upon their coast, A long despised, but now victorious, host; B. I know the mind that feels indeed the fire 475 480 485 Along the nerve of every feeling line; Fire indignation and a sense of scorn, The strings are swept with such a power, so loud, 490 The storm of music shakes the astonished crowd. So, when remote futurity is brought Before the keen inquiry of her thought, A terrible sagacity informs The poet's heart; he looks to distant storms; 495 He hears the thunder ere the tempest lowers; • And armed with strength surpassing human powers, Seizes events as yet unknown to man, And darts his soul into the dawning plan. Hence, in a Roman mouth, the graceful name 500 Of prophet and of poet was the same; Hence British poets too the priesthood shared, 505 A. At Westminster, where little poets strive To set a distich upon six and five, Where Discipline helps opening buds of sense, 510 515 I judged a man of sense could scarce do worse, Than caper in the morris-dance of verse. B. Thus reputation is a spur to wit, 520 And some wits flag through fear of losing it. Give me the line that ploughs its stately course Like a proud swan, conquering the stream by force; That, like some cottage beauty, strikes the heart, Quite unindebted to the tricks of art. 525 When Labour and when Dullness, club in hand, Like the two figures at St. Dunstan's stand, Beating alternately, in measured time, The clockwork tintinnabulum of rhyme, Exact and regular the sounds will be, 530 But such mere quarter-strokes are not for me. All birks and braes, though he was never there; 535 540 To dally much with subjects mean and low Proves that the mind is weak, or makes it so. 545 Neglected talents rust into decay, And every effort ends in push-pin play. The man that means success, should soar above A soldier's feather, or a lady's glove, Else summoning the Muse to such a theme, 550 The fruit of all her labour is whipped cream; As if an eagle flew aloft, and then Stooped from its highest pitch to pounce a wren; Should carve himself a wife in gingerbread. 555 And ages ere the MANTUAN SWAN was heard; To give a MILTON birth, asked ages more. Thus genius rose and set at ordered times, 560 And shot a dayspring into distant climes; He sunk in Greece, in Italy he rose, And, tedious years of Gothic darkness passed, Emerged all splendour in our isle at last; 565 Thus lovely halcyons dive into the main, A. Is genius only found in epic lays? 570 Or candidly confess yourself a dunce. B. These were the chief; each interval of night Was graced with many an undulating light; In less illustrious bards his beauty shone A meteor, or a star; in these, the sun. 575 The nightingale may claim the topmost bough, 580 Or oaken fence that hems the paddock round. In Eden, ere yet innocence of heart Had faded, poetry was not an art; Language, above all teaching, or if taught, Only by gratitude and glowing thought, Elegant as simplicity, and warm 585 As ecstasy, unmanacled by form, Not prompted, as in our degenerate days, 590 That theme on earth exhausted, though above 'Tis found as everlasting as his love. 595 Man lavished all his thoughts on human things, 'Twas thus till Luxury seduced the mind To joys less innocent, as less refined; 600 And dizzy with delight, profaned the sacred wires: Anacreon, Horace, played in Greece and Rome This Bedlam part; and others nearer home. When Cromwell fought for power, and while he reigned, 610 The proud Protector of the power he gained, Religion harsh, intolerant, austere, Parent of manners like herself severe, Drew a rough copy of the Christian face, Without the smile, the sweetness, or the grace; 615 Judged every effort of the Muse a crime; But when the Second Charles assumed the sway, 620 Then, like a bow long forced into a curve, The mind, released from too constrained a nerve, Flew to its first position, with a spring That made the vaulted roofs of Pleasure ring. 625 His court, the dissolute and hateful school Of Wantonness, where vice was taught by rule, Swarmed with a scribbling herd, as deep inlaid 630 From these a long succession, in the rage Of rank obscenity, debauched their age In him 635 640 645 In verse well disciplined, complete, compact, That, quite eclipsing Pleasure's painted face, Levied a tax of wonder and applause, 650 E'en on the fools that trampled on their laws. |