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Our greedy seamen rummage every hold,

And now no longer letted of his prey,
Smile on the booty of each wealthier chest, He leaps up at it with enrag'd desire :
And, as the priests who with their gods make bold, O'erlooks the neighbors with a wide survey,

Take what they like, and sacrifice the rest. And nods at every house his threatening fire.

But ah! how insincere are all our joys! (stay : The ghosts of traitors from the bridge descend,

Which, sent from Heaven like lightning make no With bold fanatic spectres to rejoice: Their palling taste the journey's length destroys, | About the fire into a dance they bend,

Or grief sent post o'ertakes them on the way. And sing their sabbath notes with feeble voice.

Swell'd with our late successes on the foe, Our guardian angel saw them where they sate

Which France and Holland wanted power to cross, Above the palace of our slumbering king: We urge an unseen fate to lay us low,

He sigh'd, abandoning his charge to Fate, And feed their envious eyes with English loss. And drooping, oft look'd back upon the wing.

Each element his dread command obeys,

Who makes or ruins with a smile or frown; Who, as by one he did our nation raise,

So now he with another pulls us down.

At length the crackling noise and dreadful blaze | Call'd up some waking lover to the sight; And long it was ere he the rest could raise,

Whose heavy eyelids yet were full of night.

Yet, London, empress of the northern clime, The next to danger, hot pursued by Fate,
By an high fate thou greatly didst expire ;

Half-cloth'd, half-naked, hastily retire :
Great as the world's, which, at the death of Time, And frighted mothers strike their breasts too late

Must fall, and rise a nobler frame by Fire. For helpless infants left amidst the fire.

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In this deep quiet, from what source unknown, A key of fire ran all along the shore,

Those seeds of Fire their fatal birth disclose; And lighten'd all the river with a blaze :
And first few scattering sparks about were blown, The waken'd tides began again to roar,
Big with the flames that to our ruin rose.

And wondering fish in shining waters gaze.

Then in some close-pent room it crept along,

And, smouldering as it went, in silence fed ; Till th' infant monster, with devouring strong,

Walk'd boldly upright with exalted head.

Old father Thames rais'd up his reverend head,

But fear'd the fate of Simois would return : Deep in his ooze he sought his sedgy bed,

And shrunk his waters back into his urn.

Now like some rich or mighty murderer,

The Fire, meantime, walks in a broader gross ; Too great for prison, which he breaks with gold ;| To either hand his wings he opens wide: Who fresher for new mischiefs does appear, He wades the streets, and straight he reaches cross,

And dares the world to tax him with the old : | And plays his longing flames on th' other side.

So scapes th' insulting Fire his narrow jail,

And makes small outlets into open air: There the fierce winds his tender force assail,

And beat him downward to his first repair.

At first they warm, then scorch, and then they take;

Now with long necks from side to side they feed; At length grown strong, their mother Fire forsake,

And a new colony of Flames succeed.

The winds, like crafty courtesans, withheld To every nobler portion of the town

His flames from burning, but to blow them more: The curling billows roll their restless tide: And every fresh attempt, he is repelld

In parties now they straggle up and down, With faint denials weaker than before.

As armies unoppos'd for prey divide.

One mighty squadron with a side-wind sped,

Through narrow lanes his cumber'd fire does haste, By powerful charms of gold and silver led,

The Lombard bankers and the 'Change to waste.

The rich grow suppliant, and the poor grow proud:

Those offer mighty gain, and these ask more. So void of pity is th' ignoble crowd,

When others' ruin may increase their store.

Another backward to the Tower would go,

And slowly eats his way against the wind : But the main body of the marching foe

Against th' imperial palace is design'd.

As those who live by shores with joy behold

Some wealthy vessel split or stranded nigh, | And from the rocks leap down for shipwreck'd gold

And seek the tempests which the others fly :

Now day appears, and with the day the king, So these but wait the owners' last despair,

Whose early care had robb'd him of his rest: And what's permitted to the flames invade; Far off the cracks of falling houses ring,

Ev'n from their jaws they hungry morsels tear, And shrieks of subjects pierce his tender breast. And on their backs the spoils of Vulcan lade.

Near as he draws, thick harbingers of smoke

With gloomy pillars cover all the place ; Whose liule intervals of night are broke

By sparks, that drive against his sacred face.

The days were all in this lost labor spent;

And when the weary king gave place to night, His beams he to his royal brother lent,

And so shone still in his reflective light.

More than his guards his sorrows made him known, Night came, but without darkness or repose,

And pious lears which down his cheeks did shower: A dismal picture of the general doom; The wretched in his grief forgot their own; Where souls distracted when the trumpet blows, So much the pity of a king has power.

And half unready with their bodies come.

He wept the flames of what he lov'd so well,

And what so well had merited his love: For never prince in grace did more excel,

Or royal city more in duty strove.

Those who have homes, when home they do repair,

To a last lodging call their wandering friends : Their short uneasy sleeps are broke with care,

To look how near their own destruction tends.

Nor with an idle care did he behold:

Those who have none, sit round where once it was Subjects may grieve, but monarchs must redress; And with full eyes each wonted room require : He cheers the fearful, and commends the bold, Haunting the yet warm ashes of the place,

And makes despairers hope for good success. As murder'd men walk where they did expire.

Himself directs what first is to be done,

And orders all the succors which they bring : The helpful and the good about him run,

And form an army worthy such a king.

Some stir up coals and watch the vestal fire,

Others in vain from sight of ruin run;
And while through burning labyrinths they retire,

With lothing eyes repeat what they would shun

He sees the dire contagion spread so fast,

The most in fields like herded beasts lie down, That where it seizes all relief is vain :

To dews obnoxious on the grassy floor; And therefore must unwillingly lay waste

And while their babes in sleep their sorrows drown, That country, which would else the foe maintain. Sad parents watch the remnants of their store.

The powder blows up all before the Fire :

Th' amazed Flames stand gather'd on a heap; And from the precipice's brink retire,

Afraid to venture on so large a leap.

While by the motion of the flames they guess
| What streets are burning now, and what are near,
An infant waking to the pa ps would press,

And meets, instead of milk, a falling tear.

Thus fighting Fires awhile themselves consume, No thought can case them but their sovereign's care,

But straight, like Turks, forc'd on to win or die, Whose praise th' afflicted as their comfort sing: They first lay tender bridges of their fume, Ev'n those, whom want might drive to just despair,

And o'er the breach in unctuous vapors fly. Think life a blessing under such a king.

Part stay for passage, till a gust of wind

Ships o'er their forces in a shining sheet:
Part creeping under ground their journey blind,

And climbing from below their fellows meet.

Meantime he sadly suffers in their grief,

Outweeps an hermit, and outprays a saint: All the long night he studies their relief, | How they may be supplied and he may want.

Thus to some desert plain, or old wood side, "O God," said he, “thou patron of my days,

Dire night-hags come from far todance their round;! Guide of my youth in exile and distress! And o'er broad rivers on their fiends they ride, Who me unfriended brought'st, by wondrous ways,

Or sweep in clouds above the blasted ground. The kingdom of my fathers to possess :

No help avails : for, hydra-like, the Fire

Lifts up his hundred heads to aim his way: And scarce the wealthy can one-half retire,

Before he rushes in to share the prey.

“Be thou my judge, with what unwearied care | I since have labor'd for my people's good;

To bind the bruises of a civil war. | And stop the issues of their wasting blood.

“ Thou who hast taught me to forgive the ill,

And recompense as friends the good misled; If mercy be a precept of thy will,

Return that mercy on thy servant's head.

| And now four days the Sun had seen our woes :

Four nights the Moon beheld th' incessant fire : It seem'd as if the stars more sickly rose, | And further from the feverish North retire.

“Or if my heedless youth has stepp'd astray, In th'empyrean Heaven, the bless'd abode, Too soon forgetful of thy gracious hand;

The thrones and the dominions prostrate lie, On me alone thy just displeasure lay,

Not daring to behold their angry God; But take thy judgments from this mourning land. And an hush'd silence damps the tuneful sky.

“We all have sinn'd, and thou hast laid us low, At length th' Almighty cast a pitying eye,

As humble earth from whence at first we came : And mercy softly touch'd his melting breast : Like flying shades before the clouds we show, He saw the town's one-half in rubbish lie,

And shrink like parchment in consuming flame. And eager flames drive on to storm the rest.

“O let it be enough what thou hast done ; [street, An hollow crystal pyramid he takes,

When spotted Deaths ran arm'd through every In firmamental waters dipt above : With poison'd darts which not the good could shun, Of it a broad extinguisher he makes, The speedy could outfly, or valiant meet.

And hoods the flames that to their quarry drove.

« The living few, and frequent funerals then, The vanquish'd Fires withdraw from every place,

Proclaim'd thy wrath on this forsaken place; Or full with feeding sink into a sleep:
And now those few who are return'd again, Each household genius shows again his face,

Thy searching judgments to their dwellings trace. And from the hearths the little Lares creep.

“ O pass not, Lord, an absolute decree,

Or bind thy sentence unconditional: But in thy sentence our remorse foresee,

And in that foresight this thy doom recall.

Our king this more than natural change beholds ;

With sober joy his heart and eyes abound : To the All-good his lifted hands he folds,

And thanks him low on his redeemed ground.

« Thy threatenings, Lord, as thine thou may'st re- As when sharp frosts had long constrain'd the earth, voke :

A kindly thaw unlocks it with cold rain; But if immutable and fix'd they stand,

And first the tender blade peeps up to birth, (grain: Continue still thyself to give the stroke,

And straight the green fields laugh with promis'd And let not foreign foes oppress thy land.”

By such degrees the spreading gladness grew Th’ Eternal heard, and from the heavenly quire In every heart which fear had froze before :

Chose out the cherub with the flaming sword; The standing streets with so much joy they view, And bade him swiftly drive th' approaching Fire That with less grief the perish'd they deplore. From where our naval magazines were stor'd.

The father of the people open'd wide The blessed minister his wings display'd,

His stores, and all the poor with plenty fed : And like a shooting star he cleft the night: Thus God's anointed God's own place supplied, He charg'd the flames, and those that disobey'd And fill'd the empty with his daily bread. He lash'd to duty with his sword of light.

This royal bounty brought its own reward, The fugitive Flames, chastis'd, went forth to prey | And in their minds so deep did print the sense,

On pious structures, by our fathers rear'd ; | That if their ruins sadly they regard, By which to Heaven they did affect the way, 'Tis but with fear the sight might drive him thence. Ere faith in churchmen without works was heard.

But so may he live long, that town to sway, The wanting orphans saw, with watery eyes,

Which by his auspice they will nobler make, Their founders' charity in dust laid low;

As he will hatch their ashes by his stay, And sent to God their ever-answer'd cries,

And not their humble ruins now forsake. For he protects the poor, who made them so.

They have not lost their loyalty by fire ; Nor could thy fabric, Paul's, defend thee long,

Nor is their courage or their wealth so low, Though thou wert sacred to thy Maker's praise :

and | That from his wars they poorly would retire, Though made immortal by a poet's song;

And poets' songs the Theban walls could raise. Or beg the pity of a vanquish'd loe. The daring flames peep'd in, and saw from far

Not with more constancy the Jews, of old The awful beauties of the sacred quire :

By Cyrus from rewarded exile sent, But, since it was profan'd by civil war,

Their royal city did in dust behold, Heav'n thought it fit to have it purg'd by fire.

Or with more vigor to rebuild it went. Now down the narrow streets it swiftly came, |The utmost malice of the stars is past, [town, And widely opening did on both sides prey :

And two dire comets, which have scourg'd the This benefit we sadly owe the flame,

In their own plague and fire have breath'd the last, If only ruin must enlarge our way.

Or dimly in their sinking sockets frown.

Now frequent trines the happier lights among,

ALEXANDER'S FEAST:
And high-raised Jove from his dark prison freed,
Those weights took off that on his planet hung,

OR, THE POWER OF MUSIC.
Will gloriously the new-laid work succeed.

AN ODE IN HONOR OF ST. CECILIA'S DAY Methinks already from this chymic flame,

'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won I see a city of more precious mould:

By Philip's warlike son: Rich as the town which gives the Indies name,

Aloft in awful state With silver pav'd, and all divine with gold.

The godlike hero sate

On his imperial throne:

His valiant peers were plac'd around; Already laboring with a mighty fate,

Their brows with roses and with myrtles bound : She shakes the rubbish from her mounting brow,

(So should desert in arms be crown'd)
And seems to have renew'd her charter's date,
Which Heaven will to the death of Time allow.

The lovely Thais, by his side,
Sate, like a blooming eastern bride,

In flower of youth and beauty's pride.
More great than human now, and more august, Happy, happy, happy pair !
Now deified she from her fires does rise :

None but the brave,
Her widening streets on new foundations trust,

None but the brave, And opening into larger parts she flies.

None but the brave deserves the fair.

CHORUS. Before she like some shepherdess did show,

Happy, happy, happy pair ! Who sat to bathe her by a river's side;

None but the brave,
Not answering to her fame, but rude and low,

None but the brave,
Nor taught the beauteous arts of modern pride. None but the brave deserves the fair.

| Timotheus, plac'd on high Now like a maiden queen she will behold,

Amid the tuneful quire, From her high turrets, hourly suitors come;

With flying fingers touch'd the lyre : The East with incense, and the West with gold, The trembling notes ascend the sky, Will stand like suppliants to receive her doom.

And heavenly joys inspire.

The song began from Jove, The silver Thames, her own domestic flood,

Who left his blissful seats above, Shall bear her vessels like a sweeping train;

(Such is the power of mighty love.) And often wind, as of his mistress proud,

A dragon's fiery form belied the god, With longing eyes to meet her face again.

Sublime on radiant spires he rode,

When he to fair Olympia press'd,

And while he sought her snowy breast : The wealthy Tagus, and the wealthier Rhine,

Then, round her slender waist he curl'd, (world The glory of their towns no more shall boast,

And stamp'd an image of himself, a sovereign of the And Seyne, that would with Belgian rivers join,

The listening crowd admire the lofty sound, Shall find her lustre stain'd, and traffic lost.

A present deity, they shout around :

| A present deity, the vaulted roofs rebound: The venturous merchant, who design'd more far,

With ravish'd ears And touches on our hospitable shore,

The monarch hears, Charm'd with the splendor of this northern star,

Assumes the god,
Shall here unlade him, and depart no more.

Affects to nod,
And seems to shake the spheres.

CHORUS.
Our powerful navy shall no longer meet,

With ravish'd ears The wealth of France or Holland to invade;

The monarch hears, The beauty of this town without a fleet,

Assumes the god, From all the world shall vindicate her trade.

Affects to nod,

And seems to shake the spheres. And while this fam'd emporium we prepare,

The British ocean shall such triumphs boast, The praise of Bacchus then the sweet musician sung:
That those, who now disdain our trade to share, Of Bacchus ever fair and ever young :
Shall rob like pirates on our wealthy coast.

The jolly god in triumph comes ;
Sound the trumpets; beat the drums;

Flush'd with a purple grace,
Already we have conquer'd half the war,

He shows his honest face; And the less dangerous part is left behind : Now give the hautboys breath: he comes, he comes Our trouble now is but to make them dare,

Bacchus, ever fair and young, And not so great to vanquish as to find.

Drinking joys did first ordain;

Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Thus to the eastern wealth through storms we go, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure. But now, the Cape once doubled, fear no more ;

Rich the treasure, A constant trade-wind will securely blow,

Sweet the pleasure ; And gently lay us on the spicy shore.

Sweet is pleasure after pain.

y slain.

CHORUS.

At length, with love and wine at once oppressid,
Bacchus' blessings are a treasure,

The vanquish'd victor sunk upon her breast.
Drinking is the soldier's pleasure;

Now strike the golden lyre again :
Rich the treasure,

A louder yet, and yet a louder strain.
Sweet the pleasure ;

Break his bands of sleep asunder,
Sweet is pleasure after pain.

And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Sooth'd with the sound, the king grew vain;

Hark, hark, the horrid sound
Fought all his battles o'er again ;

Has rais'd up his head!

[the slain. And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew

As awak'd from the dead,
The master saw the madness rise;

And, amaz’d, he stares around.
His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes;

Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries,
And, while he Heaven and Earth defied,

See the Furies arise :
Chang'd his hand, and check'd his pride.

See the snakes that they rear,
He chose a mournsul Muse,

How they hiss in their hair,
Soft pity to infuse:

And the sparkles that flash from their eyes! He sung Darius great and good,

Behold a ghastly band,
By too severe a fate,

Each a torch in his hand!
Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen,

Those are Grecian ghosts, that in battle were slain,
Fallen from his high estate,

And unburied remain
And weltering in his blood;

Inglorious on the plain :
Deserted, at his utmost need,

Give the vengeance due
By those his former bounty fed :

To the valiant crew.
On the bare earth expos'd he lies,

Behold how they toss their torches on high, With not a friend to close his eyes.

How they point to the Persian abodes,
With downcast looks the joyless victor sate,

And glittering temples of their hostile gods.
Revolving in his alter'd soul

The princes applaud, with a furious joy ;
The various turns of Chance below;

And the king seiz'd a flambeau with zeal to destroy,
And, now and then, a sigh he stole ;

Thais led the way,
And tears began to flow.

To light him to his prey,

And, like another Helen, fir'd another Troy
CHORUS.
Revolving in his alter'd soul

CHORUS.
The various turns of Chance below; And the king seized a flambeau with zeal to destroy;
And, now and then, a sigh he stole;

Thais led the way,
And tears began to flow.

To light him to his prey,

| And, like another Helen, fir'd another Troy.
The mighty master smil'd, to see
That love was in the next degree:

Thus, long ago,
"Twas but a kindred sound to move,
For pity melts the mind to love.

Ere heaving bellows learn'd to blow,
Softly sweet, in Lydian measures,

While organs yet were mute;
Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures.

Timotheus, to his breathing flute,
War, he sung, is toil and trouble ;

And sounding lyre, Honor but an empty bubble;

Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.

At last divine Cecilia came,
Never ending, still beginning,
Fighting still, and still destroying ;

Inventress of the vocal frame;
If the world be worth thy winning,

The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store,
Think, O think, it worth enjoying :

Enlarg'd the former narrow bounds,
Lovely Thais sits beside thee,

And added length to solemn sounds,
Take the good the gods provide thee.

With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before.

Let old Timotheus yield the prize,
The many rend the skies with loud applause;

Or both divide the crown;
So Love was crown'd, but Music won the cause.
The prince, unable to conceal his pain,

He rais'd a mortal to the skies ;

She drew an angel down.
Gaz'd on the fair

Who caus'd his care,
And sigh’d and look’d, sigh'd and look'd,

GRAND CHORUS.
Sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd again :

At last divine Cecilia came,
At length, with love and wine at once oppressid, Inventress of the vocal frame;
The vanquish'd victor sunk upon her breast. The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store,

Enlarg'd the former narrow bounds,
CHORUS.

And added length to solemn sounds,
The prince, unable to conceal his pain, With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before.
Gazd on the fair

Let old Timotheus yield the prize,
Who caus'd his care,

Or both divide the crown;
And sigh'd and look’d, sigh'd and look'd, He rais'd a mortal to the skies;
Sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd again :

She drew an angel down.

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