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Whose generous zeal, unbought by flattering 'ADDRESS TO GREAT BRITAIN.


Shames the mean pensions of Augustan times;

-For lofty sense, Immortal patrons of succeeding days,
Creative fancy, and inspection keen

Attend this prelude of perpetual praise !
Through the deep windings of the human heart, Let Wit, condemn'd the feeble war to wage
Is not wild Shakspeare thine and Nature's boast? With close Malevolence, or public Rage;
Is not each great, each amiable Muse

Let Study, worn with Virtue's fruitless lore,
Of classic ages in thy Milton met?

Behold this theatre, and grieve no more. A genius, universal as his theme;

This night, distinguish'd by your smiles, shall Astonishing as Chaos; as the bloom

tell, Of blowing Eden fair; as Heaven sublime! That never Britain can in vain excel;

THOMSON'S SUMMER. The slighted arts futurity shall trust,

And rising ages hasten to be just.

At length our mighty bard's victorious lays
Fill the loud voice of universal praise ;
And baffled Spite, with hopeless anguish dumb,
Yields to renown the centuries to come;

With ardent haste each candidate of fame,
SAY, goddess, can the festal board,

Ambitious, catches at his towering name: Or young Olympia's form ador'd;

He sees, and pitying sees, rain wealth bestow Say, can the pomp of promis'd fame Relume thy faint, thy dying, flame?

Those pageant honours wbich he scorn'd below, Or have melodious airs the power

While crowds aloft the laureat bust behold,

Or trace his form on circulating gold.
To give one free poetic hour?
Or, from amid the Elysian train,

Unknown,-unheeded, long his offspring lay, The soul of Milton shall I gain,

And want hung threatening o'er her slow decay. To win thee back with some celestial strain ?

What though she shine with no Miltonian fire,

No favouring Muse her morning dreams inspires O powerful strain ! O sacred soul !

Yet softer claims the melting heart engage, His numbers every sense control:

Her youth laborious, and her blameless age ; And now again my bosom burns;

Hers the mild merits of domestic life,
The Muse, the Muse herself, returns !

The patient sufferer, and the faithful wife.
Thus grac'd with humble Virtue's native charms,
Her grandsire leaves her in Britannia's arms;

Secure with peace, with competence, to dwell,
Our stedfast bard, to his own genius true, While tutelary nations guard her cell.
Still bade his Muse, “ fit audience find, though Yours is the charge, ye fair, ye wise, ye brave !
“ few."

'Tis yours to crown desert-beyond the grave. Scoming the judgement of a trifling age,

Dr. Johnson's Prologue to the Mask of Comus, To choicer spirits he bequeath'd his page.

acted at Drury-Lane Theatre, April 5, 1750,
He too was scorn'd; and, to Britannia's shame, for the Benefit of Milton's Grand-daugh.
She scarce for half an age knew Milton's name. ter.
But now, his fame by every trumpet blown,
We on his deathless trophies raise our own.
Nor art nor tiature did his genius bound;

Nor second he that rode sublime
Heaven, Hell, Earth, Chaos, he survey'd around ;
All things his eye, through wit's bright empire The secrets of the abyss to spy,

Upon the seraph-wings of ecstasy;
Beheld; and made, what it beheld, his own.

He pass'd the flaming bounds of place and time: Such Milton was: 'tis ours to bring him forth; | Where angels tremble while they gaze,

The living throne, the sapphire blaze,
And yours to vindicate neglected worth.
Such Heaven-taught numbers should be more

He saw; but, blasted with excess of light,
than read,

Clos'd his eyes in endless night.

More wide the manna through the nation spread.
Like some bless'd spirit he to night descends.
Mankind be visits, and their steps befriends;
Through mazy errour's dark perplexing wood,

Points out the path of true and real good;
Warns erring youih, and guards the spotless High on some cliff, to Heaven up-pil'd,

Of rude access, of prospect wild,
From spell of magic vice, by reason's aid. — Where tangled round the jealous steep
DR. DALTON'S PROLOGUE TO COMUS, 1738. Strange shades o'erbrow the vallies deep,

And holy Genii guard the rock,
Its glooms embrown, its springs unlock,

While on its rich ambitious head Ya patriot crowds, who burn for England's | An Eden, like his own, lies spread; fame,

I view that oak the fancied glades among, Ye nymphs, whose bosoms beat at Milton's By which as Milton lay, his evening ear, name,

From many a cloud that dropp'd ethereal duw,



Nigh spherd in Heaven, its native strains could To the fell house of Busyrane, he led hear,

Thę unshaken Britom: rt; or Milton knew, On which that ancient trump he reach'd was When in abstracted thought he first conceiv'd hung;

All Heaven in tumult, and the seraphim Thither oft his glory greeting,

Came towering, arm'd in adamant and gold. From Waller's myrtle shades retreating, With many a vow from Hope's aspiring tongue My trembling feet his guiding steps pursue; In vain :Such bliss to one alone

Apart, and on a sacred hill retir’d, Of all the sons of soul was known;

Beyond all mortal inspiration fir'd, And Heaven and Fancy, kindred powers, The mighty Milton sits :--An host around Have now o'erturn'd the inspiring bowers, Of listening angels guard the holy ground; Or curtain'd close such scene from every fu- Amaz’d they see a human form aspire ture view.


grasp with daring hand a seraph's lyre Inly irradiate with celestial beams, Attempt those high, those soul-subduing themes, (Which humbler denizens of Heaven decline,) And celebrate, with sanctity divine, The starry field from warring angels won,

And God triumphant in his Victor son. R 188, hallow'd Milton! rise, and say, Nor less the wonder, and the sweet delight, llow, at thy gloomy close of day;

His milder scenes and softer notes excite, How, when “ depress'd by age, beset with When, at his bidding, Eden's blooming grove wrongs;"

Breathes the rich sweets of innocence and love. When "fall’n on evil days and evil tongues :" With such pure joy as our forefather knew

When Darkness, brooding on thy sight, When Raphael, Heavenly guest, first met his Exild the sov'reign lamp of light:

view, Say, what could then one cheering hope diffuse; And our glad sire, within his blissful bower, What friends were thine, save Memory and the Drank the pure converse of the etherial Power, Muse ?

Round the best bard his raptur'd audience Hence the rich spoils, thy studious youth

throng, Caught from the stores of ancient Trutb: And feel their souls imparadis'd in song. Hence all thy busy eye could pleas'd explore,

HAYLEY'S ESSAY ON EPIC POETRY, EPIST. III. When Rapture led thee to the Latian shore;

Each scene, that Tiber's bank supplied ;

Each grace, that play'd on Arno's side; Aces elaps'd ere Homer's lamp appear'd, The tepid gales, through Tuscan glades that fly; And ages ere the Mantuan swan was heard : The blue serene, that spreads Hesperia's sky; To carry Nature lengtbs unknown before,

Were still thine own: thy ample mind To give a Milton birth, ask'd ages more

Each charm receiv'd, retain'd, combin'd, Thus Genius rose and set at order'd times, And thence “the nightly visitant,” that came And shot a day-spring into distant climes, To touch thy bosom with her sacred flame, Ennobling every region that he chose; Recall’d the long-lost beams of grace;

He sunk in Greece, in Italy be rose; That whilom shot from Nature's face,

And, tedious years of Gothic darkness pass'd, When God, in Eden, o'er her youthful breast Emerg'd all splendour in our isle at last. Spread with his own right hand Perfection's gor- Thus lovely halcyons dive into the main, geous vest.

Then show far off their sbining plumes again.





In the pure fountain of eternal love,
Has eyes indeed; and, viewing all she sees

As meant to indicate a God to man,
Lo! this the land, whence Milton's Muse of fire Gives him his praise, and forfeits not her own.
High suar'd to steal from Heaven a seraph's lyre; Learning has borne such fruit in other days
And told the golden ties of wedded love

On all her branches: Piety has found
In sacred Eden's amarantine grove.

Friends in the friends of science, and true prayet
Has flow'd from lips wet with Castalian dews,

Such was thy wisdom, Newton, childlike sage!
FROM THE DESCRIPTION OF NIGHT IN THE SAME AU- Sagacious reader of the works of God,

And in his word sagacious. Such 100 thine,

Milton, whose genius had angelic wings, Nor then let dreams, of wanton folly born, And fed on manna. And such thine, in whom My senses lead through flowery paths of joy; Our British Themis gloried with just cause, But let the sacred Genius of the night

Immortal Hale! for deep discernment prais'd, Such mystic visions send, as Spencer saw, And sound integrity, not more than fam'd When through bewildering Fancy's magic For sanctity of manners undefild. maze,


And thou, with age oppress'd, beset with wrongs, He sings no mortal war:-his strains
And “fall’n on evil days and evil tongues. Describe no hero's amorous pains;
In darkness and with dangers compass'd round," He chants the birth-day of the World,
What stars of joy thy night of anguish crown'd? The conflict of angelic powers,
What breath of vernal airs, or sound of rill, The joys of Eden's peaceful bowers,
Or haunt by Siloa's brook or Sion's hill,

When fled the infernal host, to thundering Chaos Or light of cherubim, the empyreal throne,

The effulgent ear, and inexpressive One?
Alas, not thine the foretaste of thy praise; Yet, as this deathless song he breath'd,
A dull oblivion wrapt thy mighty lays.

He bath'd it with Affliction's tear;
A while thy glory sunk, in dread repose;

And to posterity bequeath'd Then, with fresh vigour, like a giant rose,

Tbe cherish'd hope to Nature dear. And strode sublime, and pass'd, with generous No grateful praise his labours cheer'd, rage,

No beam beneficent appear'd
The feeble minions of a puny age.

To penetrate the chilling gloom;-
FROM THE POETICAL WORKS OF WILLIAM Ah! what avails that Britain now
PRESTON, ESQ. DUBLIN, 1793. With scnlptur'd laurel decks his brow,

And hangs the votive verse on his unconscious

tomb ! Ses! where the BRITISH HOMER leads

FROM POLMS AND PLAYS BY MRS. The Epic choir of modern days;

WEST, 1799,
Blind as the Grecian bard, he speeds
To realms unknown to pagans lays:


The measure is English heroic verse without rhyme, as that of Homer in Greek, and of Virgil in Latin : rhyme being no necessary adjunct, or true ornament of poem or good verse, in longer works especially, but the invention of a barbarous age to set off wretched matter and lame metre; graced indeed since by the use of some famous modern poets, carried away by custom, but much to their own vexation, hindrance, and constraint to express many things otherwise, and for the most part worse than else they would have expressed them. Not without cause, therefore some both Italian and Spanish poets of prime note have rejected rhyme both in longer and shorter works: as have also long since our best English tragedies : as a thing of itself, to all judicious ears, trivial and of no true musical delight; which consists only in apt numbers, fit quantity of syllables, and the sense variously drawn out from one verse into another; not in the jingling sound of like endings, a fault avoided by the learned ancients, both in poetry and all good oratory. This neglect then of rhyme so little is to be taken for a defect, though it may seem so perhaps to vulgar readers, that it is rather to be esteemed an example set, the first in English, of ancient liberty recovered, to heroic poem, from the troublesome and modern bondage of rhyming.





Op Man's first disobedience, and the fruit

Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste

Brought death into the world, and all our woe,

With loss of Eden, till one greater Man

Restore us, and regain the blissful seat,

Sing, heavenly Muse, that on the secret top The first Book proposes, first in brief, the whole of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire

subject, Man's disobedience, and the loss there- That shepherd, who first tanght the chosen seed, upon of Paradise wherein he was placed : then In the beginning, how the Heavens and Earth touches the prime cause of his fall, the Ser-Rose out of Chaos: Or, if Sion hill pent, or rather Satan in the serpent ; who, Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook that flow'd revolting from God, and drawing to his side Fast by the oracle of God; I thence many legions of angels, was, by the command Invoke thy aid to my adventurous song, of God, driven out of Heaven, with all his That with no middle fight intends to soar crew, into the great deep. Which action pas- Above the Aonian mount, while it pursues sed over, the poem hastens into the midst of Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme. things, presenting Satan with his angels now And chiefly thou, O Spirit, that dost prefer falling into Hell described here, not in the cen- Before all temples the upright heart and pure, ter (for Heaven and Earth may be supposed as Instruct me, for thou know'st; thou from the yet not made, certainly not yet accursed) but

first in a place of utter darkness, fitliest called Wast present, and, with mighty wings out spread Chaos: here Satan with his angels lying on Dove-like sat'st brooding on the vast abyss, the burning lake, thunder-struck and astonish- | And mad'st it pregnant : what in me is dark, ed, after a certain space recovers, as from con- Illumine; what is low, raise and support; fusion, calls up him who next in order and That to the heighth of this great argument dignity lay by him: they confer of their mi- I may assert eternal Providence, serable fall; Satan awakens all his legions, And justify the ways of God to men. who lay till then in the same manner con- Say first, for Heaven hides nothing from thy founded. They rise; their numbers ; array

view, of battle ; their chief leaders named, according Nor the deep tract of Hell; say first, what cause to the idols known afterwards in Canaan and Mov'd our grand parents, in that happy state, the countries adjoining. To these Satan di. Favour'd of Hearen so highly, to fall off rects his speech, comforts them with hope yet from their Creator, and transgress his will of regaining Heaven, but tells them lastly of For one restraint, lords of the world besides ? a new world and new kind of creature to be Who first seduc'd them to that foul revolt? created, according to an ancient prophecy, The infernal Serpent; he it was, whose guile, or report in Heaven ; for, that angels were Stirr'd up with envy and revenge, deceiv'd long before this visible creation, was the opi- The mother of mankind, what time his pride nion of many anoient Fathers. To find out Had cast him out from Heaven, with all his the truth of this prophecy, and what to deter

host mine thereon, he refers to a full council. Of rebel angels; by whose aid, aspiring What his associates thence attempt. Pande- To set himself in glory above his peers, monium, the palace of Satan, rises, suddenly He trusted to have equall'd the Most High, built out of the deep: the infernal peers there | If he oppos'd; and, with ambitious aim sit in council.

Against the throne and monarchy of God,

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