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Some with vast costly tombs would purchase it, I Through several orbs which one fair planet bear, And by the proofs of death pretend to live. Where I behold distinctly, as I pass,

“Here lies the great”-false Marble ! where? The bints of Galileo's glass, Nothing but small and sordid dust lies there.

I touch at last the spangled sphere : Some build enormous mountain-palaces,

Here all th' extended sky The fools and architects to please;

Is but one galaxy, A lasting life in well-bewn stone they rear :

'Tis all so bright and gay, So he, who on th’Egyptain shore

And the joint eyes of night make up a perfect Was slain so many hundred years before, Lives still, (oh ! life most happy and most dear! | Where am I now? Angels, and God is here; Oh! life that epicures envy to hear !)

An unexhausted ocean of delight Lives in the dropping ruins of his amphitheatre.

Swallows my senses quite, His father-in-law an higher place does claiin

And drowns all what, or bow, or where ! In the seraphic entity of Fame;

Not Paul, who first did thither pass, He, since that toy his death, [breath. | And this great world's Columbus was, Does fill all mouths, and breathes in all ineu's

The tyrannous pleasure could express. 'Tis true, the two immortal syllables remain ; Oh, 'tis too much for man! but let it ne'er be But, oh, ye learned men explain

less! What essence, what existence, this,

The mighty Elijah mounted so on high, What substance, whatsubsistence, what hypostasis, That seconi man who lep'd the ditch where all In six poor letters is!

The rest of mankind fall, In those alone dues the great Cresar live,

And went not downwards to the sky ! 'Tis all the conquer'd world could give.

With nuch of pomp and show We poets, madder yet than all,

(As conquering kings in triumph go) With a refin'd fantastic vanity,

Did he to Heaven approach, Think we not only have, but give, eternity.

And wondrous was his way, and wondrous was his Pain would I see that prodigal,

coach. Who his to morrow would bestow, For all old Homer's life, e'er since he dy'd till l 'Twas gaudy all ; and rich in every part

Of essences, of gems; and spirit of gold

Was its substantial mould,

Drawn forth by chymic angels' art.

Here with moon-beams 'twas silver'd bright

There double-gilt with the fun's light; I leave mortality, and things below;

And mystic shapes cut round in its I have no time in compliments to waste;

| Figures that did transcend a vulgar angel's wit.. Farewell to ye all in haste,

The horses were of temper'd lightning made, For I am call'd to go.

Of all that in Heaven's beauteous pastures feed A whirlwind bears up my dull feet,

The noblest, sprightful'st breed; . Th' officious clouds beneath them meet;

And flaming manes their necks array'd : And lo! I mount, and lo!

They all were shod with diamond, How small the biggest parts of Earth's proud title Not such as here are found,

But such light solid ones as shine Where shall I find the noble British land ?

On the transparent rocks o' th' Heaven crystalLo! I at last a northern speck espy,

line. Which in the sea does lie,

Thus mounted the great prophet to the skies; And seems a grain o'th' sand !

Astonish'd men, who oft had seen stars fall, For this will any sin, or bleed ?

Or that which so they call, Of civil wars is this the meed ?

Wonder'd from hence to see one rise. And is it this, alas ! which we

The soft clouds melted him away; (Oh irony of words !) do call Great Britanie?

The snow and frosts which in it lay

Awhile the sacred footsteps bore; I pasa by th’arched magazines which hold

The wheels and horses' hoofs hizz'd as they past Th'eternal stores of frost, and rain, and snow;

them o'er! · Dry and secure I go, Nor shake with fear or cold:

He past by th' Moon and planets, and did fright Without aftright or wonder

All the worlds there which at this meteor gaz'd,'
I meet clouds charg'd with thunder,

And their astrologers amaz'd
And lightnings, in my way,

With th' unexampled sight.
Like harmless lambent fires, about my temples

But where he stopp'd will ne'er be known, play.

Till phenix Nature, aged grown,

To a better thing do aspire, Now into a gentle sea of rolling flame

And mount herself, like him, to eternity in fire I'm plung's, and still mount higher there,

As flames mount up through air:

So perfect, yet so taine,
So great, so pure, so bright a fire,

Was that unfortunate desire,
My faithful breast did cover,

| Grest Janus! (who dost,surre,my mysteries viour hen, when I was of late a wretched mortal Lorer. With all thine eyes, yet think'st thein alltoo tcx

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If thy fore-face do see

. i LIFE.
No better things prepar'd for me,
Than did thy face behind;

Nascentes Morimur.
If still her breast must shut against me be, We're ill by these grammarians us'd;
(For 'tis not Peace that temple's gate does bind) We are abus'd by wc:ds, grossly abus'd :
Oh, let my life, if thou so may deaths a coming From the maternal tomb

With thine old year its voyage take, [find, To the grave's fruitful womb,
Borne down that stream of Time which no return We call here Life ; but Life 's a name
can make!

That nothing here can truly claim : Alas! what need I thus to pray?

This wretched inn, where we scarce stay to bait, Th' old avaricious Year,

We call our dwelling-place; Whether I would or no, will beari

We call one step a race: At least a part of me away :

But angels, in their full enlighten'd state, His well-hors'd troops, the Months, and Days,and

Angels, who live, and know what 'tis to be; Though never any where they stay, Hours, Who all the nonsense of our language see; Make in their passage all their prey;

Who speak things, and our words, their illThe Months, Days, Hours, that march i th' rear 1 drawn pictures, scorn ; Nought of value left behind. [can find

When we, by a foolish figure, say, All the good wine of life our drunken youth | " Behold an old man dead !”' then they devours ;

Speak properly, and cry, “ Behold a man-child Sourness and lees, which to the bottom sink,

boro !” . Remain for latter years to drink;

My eyes are open'd, and I see Until, some one offended with the taste,

Through the transparent fallacy: . The vessel breaks, and out the wretched relics run! Because we seem wisely to talk at last.

Like men of business; and for business walk . If then, young Year ! thou needst must come,

From place to place, (For in Time's fruitful womb

And mighty voyages we take, The birth beyond its time can never tarry,

And mighty journeys seem to make, ' . Nor ever can miscarry)

O’er sea and land, the little point that has no Chuse thy attendants well; for 'tis not thee

space: We fear, but 'tis thy company :

Because we fight, and battles gain; Let neither Loss of Friends, or Fame, or Liberty, Some captives call, and say,“ the rest are slain:" . Nor pining Sickness, nor tormenting Pain, Because we heap up yellow earth, and so Nor Sadness, nor uncleanly Poverty,

Rich, valiant, wise, and virtuous, seem to grow;
Be seen among thy train :

Because we draw a long nobility
Nor let thy livery be

From hieroglyphic proofs of heraldry,
Either black Sin, or gaudy Vanity:

And impudently talk of a posterity, Nay, if thou lov'st me, gentle Year!

And, like Egyptian chroniclers, Let not so much as Love be there;

Who write of twenty thousand years,
Vain fruitless love, I mean; for, gentle Year

With maravedies make th' account,
Although I fear,

That single time might to a sum amount :
There's of this caution little need,

We grow at last by custom to believe,
Yet, gentle Year! take heed

That really we live:
How thou dost make

Whilst all these shadows, that for things we
Such a mistake:

take, Such love I mean, alone,

Are but the empty dreamy which in Death's sleep As by thy cruel predecessors has been shown;

we make. For, though I'ave too much cause to doubt it,

use to doubt it, But these fantastic errours of our dream I fain would try for once if life can live with

Lead us to solid wrong; out it.

We pray God our friends' torments to prolong, Into the future times why do we pry,

. And wish uncharitably for them And seek to antedate our misery?

| To be as long a dying as Methusalem. Like jealous men, why are we longing still The ripen'd soul longs from his prison to come; To see the thing which only seeing makes an ill ? But we would scal, and sow up, if we could, the 'Tis well the face is veid; for 'twere a sight

womb: That would ev'n happiest men affright; We seek to close and plaister up by art And something still they'd spy that would destroy The cracks and breaches of th' extended shell, The past and present joy.

And in that narrow cell
In whatsoever character

Would rudely force to dwell
The book of Fate is writ,

The noble vigorous bird already wing'd to part. "Tis well we understand not it; We should grow mad with little learning there : l'pon the brink of every ill we did foresec, | THE XXXIV th CHAPTER OF THE

Undecently and foolishly
We should stand shivering and but slowly venture

The fatal flood to enter.

| AWAKE, and with attention hear, Since, willing or unwilling, we must do it; Thou drowsy World! for it concerns thee near; They feel least cold and pain who plunge at once ! Awake, I say, and listen well, into it,

To what from God, I, his loud prophet, tell. "

Bid both the poles suppiess their stormy noise,

So careful and so strict he is,
And bid the roaring sea contain its voice, | Lest any nook or comer he should miss :
Le still, thou sea; be still, thou air and earth,

He walks about the perishing nation,
Still as old Chaos, before Motion's birth : Ruin behind him stalks and empty Desolation,
A drea:lful host of judgmen's is gone out,

Then shall the market and the pleading-place In strength and number more

Be choak'd with branibles and o'ergrown with Than e'er was rais'd by God before,

grass : To scourge the rebel world, and march it round The serpents through thy streets shall roll, about.

And in thy lower rooms the wolves shall howl, I see the sword of God brandish'd above,

And thy gilt chambers lodge the raven and the And from it streams a dismal ray:

And all the wing'd ill-omens of the air, Cowl, I see the scabbard cast away;

Though no new ills can be foreboded there: How red anon with slaughter will it prove!

The lion then shall to the leopard say,
How will it sweat and reek in blood !

“ Brother leopard, come away; How will the scarlet-glutton be o'ergorged with his

Behold a land which God has given us in prey And devour all the mighty feast!

(my ! [food,

| Behold a land from whence we see

Mankind expuls'd, his and our common cneNothing soon bit bones will rest. God does a solemn sacrifice prepare ;

The brother leopard shakes himself, and does not But not of oxen, nor of rams,

Not of kids, nor of their dams,

The glutted vultures shall expect in vain
Not of heifers, nor of lambs :

New armies to be slain; ..
The altar all the land, and all men in 't the vic Shall find at last the business done,
lims are.

Leave their consumed quarters, and be gones Since, wicked men's more guilty blood to spare, Th' unburied ghosts shall sadly moan, The beasts so long have sacrificed been ;

The satyrs laugh to hear them groan, Since men their birtb-right forfeit still by sin;

The evil spirits, that delight 'Tis fit at last beasts their revenge should have, To dance and revel in the mask of night, And sacrificed men their better brethren save. The Moon and stars, their sole spectators, shall So will they fall, so will they fee,

And, if of lost mankind (affright:

Aught happen to be left behind; : Such will the creatures' wild distraciion be,

If any relics but remain ;
When, at the final doom,

They in their dens shalllurk, beasts in the palaces
Nature and Time shall both be slain,

shall reign.
Shall struggle with Death's pangs in vain,
And the whole world their funeral pile become.
The wide stretch'd scroll of Heaven, which

Immortal as the Deity think,

(we Is this thy bravery, man, is this thy pride?
With all the beauteous characters that in it
With such deep sense by God's own hand were writ

Rebel to God, and slave to all beside! (Whose eloquence, though we understand not,

Captiv'd by every thing ! and only free

ToĀy from thine own liberty! " we admire)

| All creatures, the Creator said, were thinc; Shall crackle, and the parts together shrink Like parchment in a fire :

No creature but might since say,“Man is mine."

[lend; Th' exhausted Sun to th' Moon no more shall |

In black Egyptian slavery we lie; But truly then headlong into the sea descend :

And sweat and toil in the vile drudgery The glittering host, now in such fair array,

Of tyrant Sin! So proud, so well-appointed, and so gay,

To which we trophies raise, and wear out all our Like fearful troops in some strong ambush ta'en,

In building up the monuments of Death; [breatha Shall some fly routed, and some fall slain,

We, the choice race, to God and angels kin! Thick as ripe fruit, or yellow leaves, in autumn

In vain the prophets and apostles come

To call us home, fall, With such a violent storm as blows down tree and

Home to the promis'd Canaan abore, [honey flow; all.

Which does with nourishing milk and pleasant

And even i'th' way to which we should be fed And thou, O cursed land !

With angels' tastefu' bread: Which wilt not see the precipice where thou dost

But we, alas! the flesh-pots love,

We love the very leeks and sordid roots below. (Though thou stand'st just upon the brink) In vain we judgments feel, and wonders see! Thou of this poison'd bowl the bitter dregs shalt | In vain did God to descend hither deign;

Thy rivers and thy lakes shall so [drink. He was his own ambassador in vain,

With human blood o'er flow, saway, | Our Moses and our guide himself to be! That they shall fetch the slaughter'd corpse We will not let ourselves to go, Which in the fields around unburied lay,

And with worse harden'd hearts do our own Pha. And rob the beasts and birds to give the fish their

raohs grow. The rutten corpse shall so infect the air, (prey : Ah! lest at last we perish so, (prince Beget such plagues and putrid venoms there, Think, stubborn man, think of th’ Egyptian That by thine own dead shall be slain

(Hard of belief and will, but not so hard as thou); All thy few living that remain.

Think with what dreadful proofs God did convince As one who buys, surveys, a ground,

The fieble arguments that human power could So the destroying-angel measures it around;


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Think what plagues attend on thee,

| The kind instructing punishment enjoy ; Who Moses' God does now refuse, more oft than Whom the red river cannot mend, the Red-ser Moses he.

shall destroy. “ If from some god you come,” (said the proud The river yet gave one instruction more; With half a smile and half a frown;

And, from i he rotten fish and unconcocted gore,

(Which was but water just before) But what god can to Egypt be unknown?)

A loathsome host was quickly made, “What sign, what powers, what credence do you That scal'd the banks, and with loud noise did bring ?”

all the country invade.
“ Behold bis seal ! behold his hand !" | As Nilus when he quits his sacred bed
Cries Moses, and casts down th'all-mighty wand. (But like a friend he visits all the land

Th' all-mighty wand scarce touch'd the earth, With welcome presents in his hand)
When, with an undiscerned birth,

So did this living tide the fields o'erspread:
Th’all-mighty wand a serpent grew,

In vain th'alarmed country tries And his long half in painted folds behind him To kill their noisome enemies; (arise. drew:

From th’unexhausted source still new recruits Upwards his threatening tail he throw; Nor does the earth these greedy troops suffice, Upwards be cast his threatening head:

The towns and houses they possess, He gap'd and hiss'd aloud,

The temples and the palaces, . With faming eyes survey'd the trembling crowd, Nor Pharaoh, nor his gods, they fear; And, like a basilisk, almost look'd th' assembly Both their importune croakings hear. dead;

Unsatiate yet, they mount up higher, Swift Aed th' amazed king, the guards before Where never sun-born frog durst to aspire, him fed.

And in the silken beds their slimy members place; Jannes and Jambres stopp'd their Aight,

A luxury unknown before to all the watery race! And with proud words allay'd th'affright.

The water thus her wonders did produce “ The God of slaves," said they, “bow can he be But both were to no use; More powerful than their master's deity ?” As yet the sorcerers' mimic power serv'd for exAnd down they cast their rods,

“Try what the earth will do," said God, and lo! And mutter'd secret sounds that charm the ser They strook the earth a fertile blow, vile gods.

And all the dust did straight to stir begin ; The evil spirits their charms obey,

One would have thought some sudden wind't had And in a subtle cloud they snatch the rods away, But lo!'twas nimble life was got within! [been ; And serpents in their place the airy jugglers lay. And all the little springs did move, Serpents in Egypt's monstrous land

And every dust did an arm'd vermin prove, Were ready still at hand,

Of an unknown and new-created kind, slinda And all at the OlJ Serpent's first command. Such as the magic-gods could neither make nor

And they too gap'd, and they too hiss'd, The wretched shameful foe allow'd no rest
And they their threatening tails did twist;

Either to man or beast.
But straight on both the Hebrew-serpent fiew, Not Pharaoh from th' unquiet plague could be
Broke both their active backs, and both it slew, With all his change of raiments, free;
And both almost at once devour'd;

The devils themselves confess'd So much was over-power'd,

This was God's hand; and 'twas but just, By God's miraculous creation,

To punish thus man's pride, to punish dust with His servant's, Nature's, slightly-wrought and

dust. feeble generation !

Lo! the third element does his plagues prepare, On the fam'd bank the prophets stood, And swarming clouds of insects fill the air; Touch'd with their rod, and wounded, all the With sullen noise they take their flight, flood:

And march in bodies infinite;
Flood now po more, but a long vein of putrid In vain’tis day above, 'tis still beneath them nigh!.

The helpless fish were found [blood.' Of harmful Alies the nations numberless
In their strange current drown'd:

Compos'd this mighty army's spacious boast; The herbs and trees wash'd by the mortal tide Of different manners, different langrages; About it blush'd and dy'd :

And different habits, too, they wore, Th' amazed crocodiles made haste to ground; And different arms they bore; From their vast trunks the dropping gore they And some, like Scythians, liv'd on blood, spied,

And some on green, and some on flowery food; Thought it their own, and dreadfully aloud they And Accaron, the airy prince, led on this various

Houses secure not men, the populous ill (host,
Nor all thy priests, north no,

Did all the houses fill:
O king! could'st ever show

The country all around From whence thy wandering Nile begins his Did with the cries of tortur'd cattle sound; course

. About the fields enrag'd they flew, Of this new Nile thou seest the sacred source; And wish'd the plague that was t'ensue. And, as thy land that does o'erflow,

From poisonous stars a mortal influence came Take heed lest this do so!

(The mingled malice of their flame); What plague more just could on thy waters fall? Lastikancel" did th

au! A skilful angel did th' ingredients take, The Hebrew infants' murder stains them all:

And with just hands the sad composurc make,

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And over all the land did the full vial shake. One would have thought, their dreadful day to Thirst, gildiness, faintess, and putrid heats,

have seen, Aod pining pains, and shivering sweats, The very bail, and rain itself, had kindled On all the cattle, all the beasts, did fall;

been. With deform'd death the country's cover'd all.

The infant corn, which yet did scarce appear, The labouring ox drops down before the plough ;

Escap'd this general massacre The crowned victims to the altar led

Of every thing that grew, Sink, and prevent the lifted blow:

And the well-stor'd Egyptian year The generous horse from the full manger turns

Began to clothe her fields and trees anew. his head,

When lo; a scorching wind froin the burnt counDoes his lov'd foods and pastures scom,

And endless legions with it drew (tries blew, Hates the shrill trumpet and the horn,

Of greedy locusts; who, where'er Nor can his lifeless nostril please

With sounding wings they few,
With the once-ravishing smell of all his dappled

the once-ravishing smell of all his dappled | Left all the earth depopulate and bare,

As if Winter itself had march'd by there.
The starving sheep refuse to feed,

Whate'er the Sun and Nile
They bleat their innocent souls out into air;

| Gare with large bounty to the thankful soil, The faithful dogs lie gasping by them there ;

The wretched pillagers bore away, Th' astonish'd shepherd weeps, and breaks his

And the whole Summer was their prey ; tuneful reed.

Till Moses with a prayer Thus did the beasts for man's rebellion die;

Breath'd forth a violent western wind, God did on man a gentler med'cine try,

Which all these living clouds did headlong bear And a disease, for physic, did apply.

(No stragglers left behind) Warm ashes from the furnace Moses took ;

Into the purple sea, and there bestow The surcerers did with wonder on him look,

On the luxurious fish a feast they ne'er did know. And smil'd at th' unaccostom'd spell,

With untaught joy Pharaoh the news does hear, Which no Egyptian rituals tell :

And little thinks their fate attends on him and He flings the pregnant ashes through the air,

his so near. And speaks a mighty prayer;

What blindness or what darkness did there e'er Both which the ministering winds around all Like this undocile king's appear ! Egypt bear.

What, e'er, but that which now does represent As gentle western blasts with downy wings, And paint the crime out in the punishment? · Hatching the tender springs,

From the deep baleful caves of Hell below, To th’ unborn buds with vital whispers say,

Where the old mother Night does grow“Ye living buds why do ye stay?" [way: Substantial Night, that dues disclaim The passionate buds break through the bark their Privation's empty name So, wheresoe'er this tainted wind but blew, Through secret conduits monstrous shapes arose, Swelling pains and ulcers grew :

Such as the Sun's whole force could not oppose : It from the body call'd all sleeping poisons out, They with a solid cloud And to them added new;

All Heaven's eclipsed face did shroud ; A noisome spring of sores, as thick as leaves, Seem'd, with large wings spread o'er the sea and did sprout.

earth, Heaven itself is angry next;

To brood up a new Chaos's deformed birth.
(Woe to man, when Heaven is rext!)

And every lamp, and every fire,
With sullen brow it frown'd,

Did at the dreadful sight wink and expire,
And murmur'd first in an imperfect sound :

To th' empyrean source all streams of light Till Moses, lifting up his hand,

seem'd to retire. Waves the expected signal of his wand;

The living men were in their standing houses bu. And all the full-charg'd clouds in ranged squad

. But the long Night no slumber knows, sried;

But the short Death finds no repose ! rons move, Anıl fill the spacious plains above;

| Ten thousand terrours through the darkness fled, Through which the rolling thunder first does

And ghosts complain'd, and spirits murmured;

..And Fancy's multiplying sight
And opens wide the tempest's noisy way.

View'd all the scenes invisible of Night.
And straight a stony shower .

Of God's dreadful anger these
Of monstrous hail does downwards pour, Were but the first light skirmishes;

Such as ne'er Winter yet brought forth, The shock and bloody battle now begins,
From all ber stormy magazines of the north. The plenteous harvest of full-ripen'd sins.
It all the beasts and men abroad did slay,

It was the time when the still Moon O'er the defaced corpse, like monuments, lay; Was monnted softly to her noon, arose, The houses and strong-bodied trees it broke, And dewy sleep, which from Night's secret springs Nor ask'd aid from the thunder's stroke ;

Gently as Nile the land oferflows. The thunder but for terrour through it New, When lo! from the high countries of refined day, The hail alone the work could do.

The golden heaven without allayThe dismal lightnings all around,

Whose dross, in the creation purg'd away, Some flying through the air, some running on Made up the San's adulterate raythe ground,

Michael, the warlike prince, does downwards Ay, Some swimming o'er the water's face,

Swift as the journies of the sight, Fillid with bright horrour every place;

Swift as the race of light,

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