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And from her wild, sequester'd seat,
In notes by distance made more sweet, Pour'd thro' the mellow horn her pensive soul,
And clashing soft from rocks around
Bubbling runnells join'd the sound; Thro' glades and glooms the mingled measure stole,
Or o'er some haunted streams with fond delay,
Bound an holy calm diffusing,
Love of peace and lonely musing,
In hollow murmurs dy'd away.
Her bow across her shoulder hung,
Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung, The Hunter's call, to Fawn and Dryad known; The oak-crown'd sisters and their chaste-ey'd queen,
Satyrs and sylvan boys were seen
Peeping from forth their alleys green;
Brown Exercise rejoic'd to hear, And Sport leap'd up, and seiz'd his beechen speai*.
Last came Joy's ecstatic trial:
He, with viny crown advancing,
They would have thought, who heard the strain, They saw, in Tempe's vale, her native maids,
Amidst the festal sounding shades,
To some unweary'd minstrel dancing,
And he, amidst his frolic play,
O Music! sphere .descended maid,
"Thy mimic soul, O nymph endear'd!
The great Republic see! that glow'd sublime,
With the mix|d freedom of a thousand states;
Rais'd on the thrones of'kings her Curule Chair,
And by her Fasces aw'd the subject world.
See busy millions quick'ning all the land,
With cities throng'd, and teeming culture high:
For Nature then smil'd on her free-born sons,
And pour'd the plenty that belongs to Men.
Behold, the country cheering, villas rise,
In lively prospect; by the secret lapse
Of brooks now lost, and streams renown'd in song:
In Umbria's closing vales, or on the brow
Of her brown hills, that breathe the scented gale:
On Baiae's viny coast; where peaceful seas,
Fann'd by kind Zephyrs, ever kiss the shore;
And suns unclouded shine, thro' purest air:
Or in the spacious neighbourhood of Rome;
Far-shining upward to the Sabine hills,
To Anio's roar, and Tibur's olive shade;
To where Praeneste lifts her airy brow;
Or downward spreading to the sunny shore,
Where Alba breathes the freshness of the main.
See distant mountains leave their valleys dry,
Full in the centre of these wond'rous works,
Her Forum see, warm, popular, and loud,
Her Tribes, her Census, see; her generous troops,. Whose pay was glory, and their best reward Free for their country and for me* to die; Ere mercenary murder grew a trade.
Mark, as the purple triumph waves along>
Her festive games, the school of heroes, see;
* Liberty is speaking.
In thy full language, speaking mighty things)
Flush'd at the head of their victorious troops.
In it the Muse, her fury never quench'd
By mean unyielding phrase, or jarring sound,
Her unconfin'd divinity display'd;
And, still harmonious, form'd it to her will:
Or soft depress'd it to the shepherd's moan,
Or rais'd it swelling to the tongue of Gods.
Whence each poetic stream derives its course.
Thine the dread Moral Scene, thy chief delight!
Where idle Fancy durst not mix her voice,
When Reason spoke august; the fervent heart
Or 'plain'd, or storm'd; and in th' impassion'd man,
Concealing art with art, the poet sunk.
This potent school of manners, but when left
To loose neglect, a land-corrupting plague,
Was not unworthy deem'd of public care,
And boundless cost, by thee; whose every son,. 'ai
Even last mechanic, the true taste possess'd
Of what had flavour to the nourish'd soul.
Thine was the meaning music of the heart.
Not the vain trill, that, void of passion, runs
In giddy mazes, tickling idle ears;
But that deep-searching voice, and artful hand,
To which respondent shakes the varied soul.
By Love imagin'd, by the Graces touch'd,
The boast of well-pleas'd Nature! Sculpture seiz'd",
And bade them ever smile in Parian stone.
Selecting Bsauty's choice, and that again
Exalting, blending in a perfect whole,
Thy workmen left even Nature's self behind.
Prom those far different, whose prolific hand
l'eoples a nation; they for years on years,
By the cool touches of judicious toil, r
Their rapid genius curbing, pour'd it all
Thro' the live features of one breathing stone.
There, beaming full, it shone; expressing Gods?
Jove's awful brow, Apollo's air divine,
The fierce atrocious frown of sinewed Mars,
Or the sly graces of the Cyprian queen.
Minutely, perfect all! Each dimple sunk,
And every muscle svrell'd, as Nature taught.
In tresses, braided gay, the marble wav'd;
Fiow'd in loose robes, or thin transparent veils;
Sprung into motion; softea'd into flesh;
Was fir'd to passion, or refind to soul.
Nor less thy Pencil, with creative touch,
First elder Sculpture taught her- Sister Art