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An Evening Contemplation in a College; in Heroism
Peter Pindar 840
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The Answer-On a Spider
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Ode on the Death of Matzel, a favorite Bull- and his Servant, in imitation of Horace, Sat.
II. vii. First printed in 1752
of it when he left Dresden Williams 819 Horace, Book I. Ep. vii. Addressed to the
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SACRED AND MORAL.
§ 1. An Address to the Deity. Thomson. And ye five other wand'ring fires that more FATHER of light and life! Thou 600D In mystic dance, not without song, resound
His praise, who out of darkness call’d up light. O teach me what is good! Teach me thyself! Air, and ye Elements, the eldest birth Save me from folly, vanity, and vice,
Of nature's womb, that in quaternion run From every low pursuit! and feed my soul Perpetual circle, multiform; and nix With knowledge, conscious peace, and virtue And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Sacred, substantial, never-fading bliss! [pure; Ye Mists and Exhalations that now rise
Vary to our great Maker still new praise. & 2. Adam and Eve, in a Morning Hymn, call From hill or steaming lake, dusky or grey,
upon all the Parts of the Creation to join with Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, them in extolling their common Maker. In honor to the world's great Author rise,
Milton. Whether to deck with clouds th' uncolor'd sky, These are Thy glorious works, Parent of good, Or wet the thirsty earth with falling showers, Almighty, thine this universal frame, Rising or falling still advance his praise. Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then! His praise, yeWinds,that from fourquarters blow, Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these Heavens Breathe soft or loud; and waveyour tops, ye Pines, To us invisible, or dimly seen
With every plant in sign of worship wave.
Thy goodness beyond thought, and pow'r divine. Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise.
My rising soul surveys;
Ere yet my
() how shall words with equal warmth Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow, The gratitude declare
Amid the verdant landscape flow. That glows within my ravish'd heart?
Though in the paths of Death I tread, But thou canst read it there.
With gloomy horrors overspread, Thy providence my life sustain'd,
My stedfast heart shall sear no ill, And all my wants redress'd,
For thou, O Lord, art with me still; When in the silent womb I lay,
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And hung upon the breast.
And guide me through the dreadful shade. To all my weak complaints and cries
Though in a bare and rugged way, Thy mercy lent an ear,
Through devious lonely wilds I stray, feeble thoughts had learnt Thy bounty shall my pains beguile : To form themselves in pray'r.
The barren wilderness shall smile, Unnumber'd comforts to
With sudden greens and herbage crown'd;
And streams shall murmur all around.
§ 5. Another Hymn, from the beginning of the
19lh Psalm. Addison. When in the slipp'ry paths of youth With heedless steps I ran,
The spacious firmament on high, Thine arm unseen convey'd me safe,
With all the blue ethereal sky, And led me up to man.
And spangled Heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim : Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths,
Th’unwearied sun, from day to day, It gently clear'd my way,
Does his Creator's pow'r display, And through the pleasing snares of vice, And publishes to every
land More to be fear'd than they.
The work of an Almighty hand. When worn with sickness, oft hast thou
Soon as the evening shades prevail, With health renew'd my face,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And when in sins and sorrows sunk,
And nightly to the list'ning earth,
Repcats the story of her birth :
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll, Has doubled all my store.
And spread the truth from pole to pole. Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
What though in solemn silence all My daily thanks employ,
Move round the dark terrestrial ball ! Nor is the least a cheerful heart,
What though nor real voice nor sound That tastes those gifts with joy.
Amid their radiant orbs be found !
In reason's ear they all rejoice, Through every period of my
life Thy goodness I'll pursue ;
And utter forth a glorious voice, And after death in distant worlds
For ever singing as they shine,
“ The hand that made us is Divine." The glorious theme renew. When nature fails, and day and night
$ 6. Another Hymn. Mrs. Rowe. Divide thy works no more,
The glorious armies of the sky My ever grateful heart, O Lord,
To thee, Almighty King, Thy mercy shall adore.
Triumphant anthems consecrate,
And hallelujahs sing.
But still their most exalted Aights
Fall vastly short of thee : To utter all thy praise.
How distant then must human praise
From thy perfection be! $ 4. Hymn on Providence. Addison. The Lord my pasture shall prepare,
Yet how, my God, shall I refrain, And feed me with a shepherd's care :
When to my ravish'd sense His presence shall my wants supply,
Each creature every-where around And guard me with a watchful eye;
Displays thy excellence ! My noon-day walks he shall attend,
The active lights that shine abore, And all my inidnight hours defend.
In their eternal dance, When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Reveal their skilful Maker's praise
With silent elegance.
The blushes of the morn confess
Thạt thou art still more fair,
When in the East its beams revive,
Ye fields of light, celestial plains,
Where gay transporting beauty reign,
Ye scenes divinely fair !
Your Maker's wondrous pow'r proclaim,
Tell how he form'd your shining frame,
And breath'd the fluid air.
Ye angels, catch the thrilling sound !
While all th' adoring thrones around
His boundless mercy sing:
Let ev'ry list'ning saint above
Wake all the tuneful soul of love,
And touch the sweetest string.
Join, ye loud spheres, the vocal choir;
Thou dazzling orb of liquid fire,
The nighty chorus aid : $ 7. Another Hymn. Mrs. Rowe.
Soon as grey ev'ning gilds the plain,
Thou, moon, protract the melting strain,
And praise him in the shade.
Thou heav’n of heav'ns, his vast abode,
Ye clouds, proclaim your forming God,
Who call'd yon worlds from night:
" Ye shades, dispel!”-th' Eternal said: Before the ocean's mighty springs
At once th' involving darkness fled,
And nature sprung to light. Their liquid stores display'd;
Whate'er a blooming world contains, Ere through the gloom of ancient night
That wings the air, that skims the plains, The streaks of light appear'd;
United praise bestow : Before the high celestial arch,
Ye dragons, sound his awful name Or starry poles were rear'd:
To heav'n aloud : and roar acclaim, Before the loud melodious spheres
Ye swelling deeps below: Their luneful round begun;
Let every element rejoice: Before the shining roads of heav'n
Ye thunders, burst with awful voice Were measur'd by the sun :
To him who bids you roll; Ere through the empyrean courts
His praise in softer notes declare, One hallelujah rung;
Each whispering breeze of yielding air, Or to their barps the sons of light
And breathe it to the soul. Ecstatic anthems sung:
To him, ye graceful cedars, bow; Ere men ador’d, or angels knew,
Ye tow'ring mountains, bending low, Or prais'd thy wondrous name ;
Your great Creator own; Thy bliss, O sacred Spring of life !
Tell, when affrighted nature shook, Thy glory, was the same.
How Sinai kindled at his look,
And trembled at his frown.
Ye flocks that haunt the humble vale,
Ye insects Antt'ring on the gale, Sinks in the mighty wreck ;
In mutual concourse rise; When from her orb the moon shall start,
Crop the gay rose's vermeil bloom, Th' astonish'd sun roll back,
And waft its spoils, a sweet perfume, And all the trembling starry lamps
In incense to the skies. Their ancient course forsake;
Wake, all ye mounting tribes, and sing; For ever permanent and fix’d,
Ye plumy warblers of the spring, From agitation free,
Harinonious anthems raise Unchang'd in everlasting years,
To him who shap'd your finer mould, Shall thy existence be.
Who tipp'd your glitt'ring wings with gold,
And tun'd your voice to praise. $ 8. Another Hynn, from Psalm 148th. Ogilvie. Let man by nobler passions sway'd, Begin, my soul, th' exalted lay!
The feeling heart, the judging head, Let each enraptur'd thought obey,
In heav'nly praise employ; And praise the Almighty's name: Spread his tremendous name around, Lo! heaven and earth, and seas and skies, Till heav'n's broad arch rings back the In one melodious concert rise,
sound, To swell th' inspiring theme.
The gen'ral burst of joy.