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THE COURT OF FANCY; A POEM.
BY THOMAS GODFREY.
And as Imagination bodies forth
The Forms of Things unknown; the Poet's Pen
Turns them to Shape, and gives to airy Nothing
A local Habitation, and a Name.
SHAKESPEAR.
PHILADELPHIA: Printed and Sold by WILLIAM DUNLAP, M,DCC,LXII.
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ADVERTISEMENT, by the EDITOR.
WHEN the Author of the following Poem returned to this City, he was concerned to find that several incorrect Copies of his first Plan had been handed about; and was under some Apprehension, lest it should fall into the Hands of some one, who (biassed by Novelty) might publish it in that immature State, in his Absence. This, added to the Expectations, the Authors of the American MAGAZINE have given the Publick, of receiving it one Day from the Press, have induced him to furnish a Copy to be submitted to their Candour, sooner than he otherwise intended. He would not however permit it to be published, without an Acknowledgment, that he took the Hint of the Transition, from the Court of Fancy to that of Delusion, from Chaucer's Change from the House of Fame, to that of Rumour; and that in describing the Walls of the Court of Fancy, he had his Eye on the Description of the Temple of Fame.
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THE COURT OF FANCY.
'TWAS sultry Noon, impatient of the Heat
I sought the Covert of a close Retreat:
Soft by a bubbling Fountain was I laid,
And o'er my Head the spreading Branches play'd;
When gentle Slumber stole upon my Eyes,
And busy Fiction bid this Vision rise.
METHOUGHT I pensive unattended stood,
Wrapt in the Horrors of a desert Wood:
Old Night and Silence spread their Sway around,
And not a Breeze disturb'd the Dread profound.
To break the Wild, and gain the neighb'ring Plain,
Oft I essay'd, and oft essay'd in vain;
Still in intricate Mazes round I run.
And ever ended where I first begun.
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While thus I lab'ring strove t'explore my Way,
Bright on my Sense broke unexpected Day.
Retiring Night in haste withdrew her Shade,
And sudden Morn shone thro' the op'ning Glade:
No more the Scene a desert Wild appear'd,
A smiling Grove its vernal Honors rear'd;
While Sweetness on the balmy Breezes hung,
And all around a joyful Mattin rung.
Soft was the Strain as Zephyr in the Grove,
Or purling Streams that thro' the Meadows rove.
Now wild in Air the varying Strain is tost,
In distant Echoes then the Sound is lost;
Again reviv'd, and lo! the willing Trees
Rise to the pow'rful Numbers by Degrees:
Trees now no more, robb'd of their verdant Bloom,
They shine Supporters of a spacious Dome,
The Wood to bright transparent Crystal chang'd,
High fluted Columns rise in Order rang'd.
So to the magic of Amphion's Lyre
Stones Motion found, and Theban Walls aspire;
To the soft Sound the nodding Forest rise,
And gilded Turrets glitter in the Skies.
Each wond'ring God bends from his heav'nly Seat
To view what powerful Musick cou'd compleat.
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HIGH on a Mountain was the Pile disclos'd,
And spreading Limes th'ascending Walks compos'd;
While far below the waving Woods declin'd,
Their verdant Tops bow'd with the gentle Wind.
Bright varying Novelty produc'd Delight,
And Majesty and Beauty charm'd the Sight
Such are the Scenes which Poets sweetly sing,
By Fancy taught to strike the trembling String.
Here Fancy's Fane, near to the blest Abode
Of all her kindred GODS, superior stood.
Dome upon Dome it sparkl'd from on high,
It's lofty Top lost in the azure Sky.
By Fiction's Hand th' amazing Pile was rear'd,
In ev'ry Part stupendous Skill appear'd,
In beautiful Disorder yet compleat,
The Structure shone irregular and great:
The noble Frontispiece of antique Mold
Glitter'd with Gems, and blaz'd with burnish'd Gold.
Now thro' the sounding Vaults, self op'ning rung
The massy Gates on golden Hinges hung:
All the bright Structure was disclos'd to View,
Magnificent with Beauty ever new!
Trembling I stood absorb'd in dread Surprize,
And sudden Glory dim'd my aching Eyes.
[Page 6]Unnumber'd Pillars all around were plac'd,
Their Capitals with artful Sculpture grac'd;
Wide round the Roof a fictious Sky was rais'd,
A glorious Sun in the Meridian blaz'd,
Whose dazz'ling Beams on the rich Columns play,
And all around diffuse immortal Day;
A shining Phaenix on th' effusive Rays
Fix'd his aspiring Eye, with steady Gaze.
Beneath appear'd a chequer'd Pavement bright
With sparkling Jaspanyx and Chrysolite:
Around, rais'd by creating Fiction's Hand,
Gay visionary Scenes in Order stand;
Quick at her touch, th' obedient Figures rose,
And various Tales the glowr'ing Walls compose.
HERE mighty Jove amidst assembl'd GODS,
Rais'd on his starry Throne majestic Nods;
On his right Hand the dreadful Fates were seen,
And on his left was plac'd his haughty Queen.
There the pale Tyrant of the dreary Coasts,
Sways with his pow'rful Scepter fleeting Ghosts.
Blue Neptune scours along his wat'ry Reign,
Now lifts the Waves aloft, now stiles the raging Main.
Perch'd on a lofty Rock Aeolus stands,
And holds the Winds in strong coercive Bands.
[Page 7]Here the bright Queen of Beauty stood confess'd;
There angry Mars in martial Honours dress'd.
Alcides next appear'd with warrior Pride,
The Lion's Spoil descending o'er his Side:
The watchful Dragon at his Feet was lain,
The Lernean Hydra, and dire Centaurs slain.
Here glow'd Diana eager in the Chace,
And there Minerva shone with sober Grace.
There with the madning Rout close at his Heels
Young Bacchus jolly God, triumphant reels.
Gay Maia's Son high mounted on the Wind,
Cuts thro' the Air, and leaves the Clouds behind.
TOWARD the rosy East, great Mithra shone,
Bright in the Glories of a rising Sun.
Beneath in solemn Pomp with Hands uprear'd,
In flowing Robes the Magi all appear'd.
Here the sage * Bactrian pois'd his magic Wand,
Obedient Genii wait his dread Command.
There Thammuz lay, while from the gaping Wound
Pour'd [...] Stream, and sanguin'd all the Ground.
Amidst his impious Vot'ries Chemos stood,
And horrid Moloch smear'd with Infant Blood.
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NORTHWARD fierce Woden stood with Terrors crown'd,
And angry Thor threw heedless Thunder round.
Fair Friga with her lovely Train was seen,
The beauteous Rival of the Paphian Queen.
Old Merlin strikes the Lyre, the wond'ring Throng
Around attend to his prophetic Song.
FAR southward wild disorder'd Forms arise,
Monkies and Serpents rais'd to Deities:
Mad superstitious Egypt these rever'd,
And to the hideous Tribe their Pray'rs prefer'd.
Maim'd Memnon there seems on his Harp to play,
And hail Osiris bringing on the Day.
Pale Isis Crescent faintly glimmers here,
And barking Anubis presents the Year.
GAY sportive Fawns adorn'd the distant Scene,
In antic Measures skipping o'er the Green.
There Sea Nymphs wanton on the watry Gleam,
Ride on the Waves, or cut the yielding Stream.
Here the pale Sibyls range their mystic Leaves,
And Aetna with the lab'ring Cyclops heaves.
There craggy Rocks the Sons of Titan tear,
And Mountains shaggy Roots tremendous rear,
And threaten Jove with the promiscuous War.
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BOLD Phaeton here urges his Request,
Ambitious Joy swells his presumptuous Breast,
Elate in Thought he mounts [...] Car,
The Sire attends; each Look denotes Despair:
Nor cou'd the Parent's Tears the Youth restrain,
He laughs at Fear, and daring takes the Rein.
The fiery Steeds with glowing Ardor rise,
Nor heed his Hand, but wander thro' the Skies:
Now Thunders roll, pale Lightnings play around,
And the rash Boy soon felt the burning Wound.
PYGMALION there the Statue seems to move.
Assisted by the pow'rful Queen of Love;
With Rapture fir'd, to his exalting Breast
The animated Stone he fondly prest.
Transported on each shining Feature gaz'd,
Now soften'd into Life, and saw amaz'd,
Awaken'd into Sense, her Eye-balls roll,
And heaving Breasts bespeak the entring Soul;
Saw on her Cheeks the rosy Tincture burn,
And felt her Lips the ravish'd Kiss return.
FAM'D Daedalus here wings the midway Air,
And sighing sees his Son disdain his Care.
[Page 10]Young Icarus on spreading Pinions rose,
And scorn'd the Path his wary Sire had chose;
For Heav'n th' aspiring Boy his Flight begun,
But felt the Ardor of too near a Sun;
The temper'd Wax before the scorching Ray
Melted, and lo! The loosen'd Wings gave Way:
And while his Father's Name his Accents gave,
Fell from the Height, and sunk beneath the Wave.
DIANA's Rage there hapless Acteon feels.
And sees his Hounds pursuing at his Heels;
Chang'd to a Stag, he bounds along the Plain,
In vain his Speed, he flies from Death in vain.
ELYSIUM next disclos'd its blissful Bow'rs
With heav'nly Fruitage deck'd, and radiant Flow'rs;
Celestial Amaranth eternal bloom'd,
And the bright Plains with od'rous Scents prefum'd:
Thro' the gay Meads an amber Current roll'd,
O'er Sands resplendent as Arabia's Gold:
On whose green Banks the happy shades reclin'd,
Quaff its sweet Streams, and leave their Cares behind.
WHATEVER Dreamer dream't, or Poet sung.
Or lying Fable with her double Tongue
[Page 11]Told the believing World, here now appear,
Delusions all; for when approaching near
They shun the View, and shrink to empty Air.
HIGH in the Midst rais'd on her rolling Throne,
Sublimely eminent bright FANCY shone;
A glitt'ring Tiara her Temples bound,
Rich set with sparkling Rubies all around;
Her azure Eyes roll'd with majestic Grace,
And Youth eternal bloom'd upon her Face;
A radiant bough, Ensign of her Command,
Of polish'd Gold, wav'd in her lilly Hand,
The same the Sibyl to Aeneas gave,
When the bold Trojan cross'd the stygian Wave.
In silver Traces fix'd unto her Car,
Four snowy Swans proud of the imperial Fair
Wing'd lightly on: Each in gay Beauty drest
Smooth'd the soft Plumage that adorn'd her Breast:
Sacred to her the lucent Chariot drew,
Or whether wildly thro' the Air she flew,
Or whether to the dreary Shades of Night
Oppress'd with Gloom she downward bent her Flight;
Or proud aspiring sought the blest Abodes,
And boldly shot among th' assembl'd Gods.
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ON her right Hand appear'd the joyful Nine,
And on her left the Graces all divine:
Young infant Love soft on her Breast reclin'd,
And with his Mother's glowing Beauty shin'd
Her fav'rite Sons were rang'd in Order round,
In three bright Bands with deathless Lawrels crown'd.
Great [...] here enjoy'd superior Day,
Illuminated by bright Fancy's Ray.
[...] there whose magic Hand cou'd give
Form to the Mass, and bid the Fiction live.
Timotheus next, whose animating Lyre
Cold Grief cou'd charm, and thoughtless Rage inspire.
CLOSE at her Feet, a Bard in Rapture lost
Was plac'd, and wildly round his Eye-balls tost.
Great Fancy was the Theme, the soothing Strain
In Floods of Pleasure thrill'd thro' ev'ry Vein.
Thus, while the trembling Notes ascend on high,
He sung: Indulgent Queen of ev'ry Joy,
What Raptures fill the Breast thou dost inspire,
The Lover's Transport, and the Poet's Fire!
At thy Command obedient Pleasure bends,
And rosy Beauty to thy Call attends;
The fanning Gales shall swelling spread thy Fame,
And echoing Groves resound thy glorious Name.
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WHILE thus around my Eyes I wildly threw,
From Charm to Charm, and did each Wonder view,
Pleas'd on the heav'nly Ravishment to gaze,
Rose with the Strain, or wanton'd in the Blaze:
Her awful Silence the bright Goddess broke,
And frowning, thus in angry Mood she spoke.
Com'st thou, vain Mortal, here with searching Eye
Into the Secrets of our Court to pry!
What rash Presumption swells thy youthful Breast,
That in our Presence thus you've rudely prest?
TREMBLING I kneel'd, with Fear my Tongue was ty'd
A Space, when Speech regain'd, I thus reply'd.
With lowly Reverence I hither came,
Not to deride, but to adore thy Name;
To thee I ever dedicate my Song,
To hail thy Glories 'midst this suppliant Throng.
THEN from her shining Seat the heav'nly Maid
Sweet smiling, thus in soften'd Accents said:
Then have thy Wish, here Mortal, take this Lyre.
Strike bold the Strings, and sing as I inspire.
Humbly I bow'd, her mild Commands obey'd.
And careless o'er the Lyre my Fingers laid,
And soon with wild poetic Rage possess'd
All my Frame shook, and lab'ring heav'd my Breast;
[Page 14]By Fancy fir'd, enraptur'd thus I sung,
Whilst all around redoubling echoes rung.
ZEPHYR attend, or whether thro' the Grove
Soft whisp'ring, you the leafy Branches move,
Or shaking Dulcet Dew-drops from each Flow'r,
Wide thro' the Plain vou spread the fragrant Show'r;
Or whether Sylvia, panting in some Shade,
In tender Accents woos thee to her Aid;
No more in am'rous sporting spend the Day,
No longer wanton on her Bosom play;
Fancy commands, obey the regal Fair,
Fancy commands! quick all your Wings prepare!
From the Sun's early Dawn, till where again
He sets his Glories in the azure Main;
Thro' ev'ry Clime her royal Mandate bear,
And bid Mankind to her bright Court repair.
Hear Earth's Inhabitants ye Mortals hear,
And let attentive Wonder fix each Ear:
Fancy invites, nor let her ask in vain,
Come, taste her heav'nly Sweets, and hail her Reign!
ZEPHYR obedient on his Wings convey'd
The joyful Summons, warbling thro' the Glade;
[Page 15]Swiftly he swept along the spicy Vale,
Caught all its Sweets, and in a balmy Gale,
Gently he stole on the fond Lover's Ear,
And in loud Accents bid the Warrior hear.
FROM diff'rent Climes the thronging Nations come,
And rush promiscuously into the Dome;
Prostrate before her Throne their Hands they rear,
And to the Goddess loud prefer their Pray'r.
Confus'd they all demand her promis'd Joys,
While the long Vaults resou [...]' [...] their clam'rous Noise.
As when loud Billows break upon the Shore,
Or o'er th' opposing Rocks the Torrents roar.
Her glitt'rnig Branch impatient round she swung,
And instant Silence seiz'd each babbling Tongue:
Abash'd they trembling stood, and seem'd to be
Transfix'd in mute Insensibility.
Quick was dispers'd each wild tumultuous Sound,
And the sort Breezes all were hush'd around.
NOW swiftly forward false Delusion came,
Wrapt in a fulvid Cloud appear'd the Dame.
Thin was her Form, in airy Garments drest,
And grotesque Figures flam'd upon her Vest;
In her right Hand, she held a magic Glass,
From whence around reflected Glories pass;
[Page 16]Blind by the subtle Rays, the giddy Croud
Rush wildly from the Dome, and shout aloud:
The Few remain, whom Fancy did inspire,
Yet undeceiv'd by vain Delusion's Fire.
A TROOP of shining Forms the next came on,
Foremost bright Nature's aweful Goddess shone.
Fair Truth she led in spotless white array'd,
And pleasing Beauty, sweet celestial Maids,
Where Truth and Nature aid the great Design,
Beauty attends, and makes it all divine.
SWEET Poesy was seen their Steps behind,
With golden Tresses sporting in the Wind;
In careless Plaits did her bright Garments flow,
And nodding Laurels wav'd around her Brow:
Sweetly she struck the String, and sweetly sung,
Th' attentive Tribe on the soft Accent hung.
'Tis her's to sing who great in Arms excel,
Who bravely conquer'd, or who glorious fell;
Heroes in Verse still gain a deathless Name,
And ceaseless Ages their Renown proclaim.
Oft to Philosophy she lends her Aid,
And treads the Sage's solitary Shade:
Her great first Task is nobly to inspire
The human Soul with Virtue's sacred Fire.
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THEN [...] forward mov'd in Garlands drest,
The Rainbow's varied Tints adorn'd her Vest.
Great Nature's Rivall—quick [...] her Command.
Beauty attends, and aids her powerful Hand;
At her creative Touch gay Fictions glow.
Bright Tulips bloom, and op'ning Roses blow:
The Canvas see, what pleasing Prospects rise!
What varying Beauty strikes our wond'ring Lyes!
Chill'd Winter's wastes, or Spring's delightful Green,
Hot Summer's Pride, or Autumn's yellow Scene:
Here Lawns are spread, there tow'ring Forests wave,
The Heights we fear, or wish the cooling Lave.
HER blooming Sister in her Hand she led,
Joy in her Eye, fair Sculpture heav'n-taught Maid:
'Tis her's to stone, a mimic Life to give,
Heroes and Sages at her Call revive;
See flow'ry Orators with outstretch'd Hand
Address'd to speak, in glowing Marble stand!
SUDDEN I heard soft Sounds, a pleasing Strain,
Music advanc'd with all her heavn'ly Train;
Sweetly enraptur'd, then my Pulse beat high,
And my Breast glow'd, fraught with unusual Joy.
[Page 18]'Tis Harmony can ev'ry Passion move,
Give Sorrow ease, or melt the Soul to Love;
Exulting Pleasure to her Call attends,
E'en stormy Rage to powerful Music bends.
WITH Turrets crown'd bright Architecture shone,
The lovely Maid, with easy Steps came on;
Graceful her Mein, her Looks celestial shin'd,
Where Majesty and softning Beauty join'd
At her Command see lofty Piles ascend,
Columns aspire, triumphal Arches bend.
ASTRONOMY with proud aspiring Eye,
Gaz'd on the glowing Beauties of the Sky.
Her Vest with glitt'ring Stars was spangled o'er,
And in her Hand a Telescope she bore,
With this she marks the rolling Planets Way,
Or where portentous Comets dreadful stray.
THO' last not least Philosophy was seen,
Slow was her Step, and awful was her Mien;
A Volume open in her Hand she held,
With Nature's Law the ample Page was fill'd:
'Tis her's great Nature's wond'rous Depths t'explore,
Or to the Gods in heav'nly Rapture soar.
WITH these bright Fancy's Sons their Hours employ,
Pursue their Lore, and taste each rising Joy.
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NOW suddenly the Scene was chang'd again,
And brought to View Delusion's spreading Reign;
There intermingl'd Hills and Rocks were seen,
Here shady Groves and flow'ry Lawns between.
Full in the Front a lofty Pile was rear'd,
The Architecture old and rude appear'd.
Delusion here resides, within confin'd
Gay fictions lurk, and Dreams of ev'ry Kind.
Constant as Waters roll or Flames ascend,
Hither their Course the rising Vapours bend;
Drest by her Hand they shine with mimic Bloom,
Or at her Word their Nothingness resume:
But still from Fancy all her Pow'r she draws,
Bows to her Name, and owns her sacred Laws.
Some in light Dreams the sleeping Senses move,
And led by them, the Thoughts unsettled rove:
Others more bold, majestic Portments take,
And Plague delighted those who dream awake:
Such are the Dreams of those who thirst for Pow'r,
The superstitious, and a Thousand more.
Others usurp the Features of the Dead,
And shake the Torch around the Murth'rer's Bed;
Affright the Vigil, or in wanton Mirth
Make Fools seek hidden Treasures in the Earth,
[Page 20]Or lead the weary Traveller awry,
Or rising Flame Amazement in the Sky.
NOW with the Croud Delusion forward came,
A Troop of Phantoms flutter'd round the Dame;
In Bands the Throng she instantly divides,
A Phantom over ev'ry Band presides.
FOREMOST a bright majestic Form appear'd,
And in her Hand the honour'd Fasces rear'd:
Forward she strode with more than virgin Pace,
And lear'd upon the Croud, with haughty Grace;
Power was her Name, assuming selfish Pride,
And glitt'ring Pomp attended by her Side.
Her fav'rite Son high on a Seat she plac'd,
With mimic Gems and glassy Bawbles grac'd:
Close by his Side was seated winkl'd Care,
While Envy view'd him with malicious Stare;
Sternly he eyed around the servile Throng,
While loud Acclaim proceeded from each Tongue;
But from the giddy Height devolving soon,
Reproach, Contempt and Shame is on him thrown.
Eager another mounts the Chair of Pow'r,
And shines the empty Pageant of an Hour.
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DAME Superstition was the next came on,
Bright on her Head the gilded Mitre shone,
Varying her Aspect, now she rais'd her Eye,
And seem'd bewilder'd with extatic Joy;
Then sudden Gloom her Countenance depress'd,
Tears roll'd apace, and Sorrow heav'd her Breast;
Now calm again, she silent view'd around
The prostrate Croud bent humbly to the Ground:
Then caught with sudden Rage she hurl'd about
Her thund'ring Anathema among the Rour.
AN aged wrinkl'd Hag the next appear'd,
Four mouldring Turrets o'er her Temples rear'd.
In Rows like Beads the faithful Medals tied,
In ornamental Rust adorn'd her Side:
A broken Column of an ancient Date
She dragg'd, and sinking seem'd beneath the Weight;
The Column all admire, the Medals more,
"Th' Inscription value, but the Rust adore."
THE next to her approach'd a rev'rend Dame,
In Trophies great from Insects torn she came;
With stately Step she trod the Plain along,
And threw her Treasure 'midst th' admiring Throng:
Forward with Joy, each curious Mortal sprang,
This caught a gaudy Wing, and that a pointed Fang.
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BEFORE the giddy Throng, which now advanc'd,
With mincing Step gay disolution danc'd;
Then sudden stopp'd, and staring on the Croud
She frown'd, then smil'd, and giggl'd out aloud;
The num'rous Throng attending round the Fair,
Mimick'd her Gestures, and assum'd her Air.
A Croud of Mortals here with wond'ring Eyes,
All pale and trembling gaz'd upon the Skies,
Where on blue Plains opposing Hosts engage,
While Shouts are heard, and all the Battle's rage;
Amidst the Throng, stood cold and heartless Fear,
The Fall of Nations whisp'ring in each Ear.
HERE pallid Spectres gleam'd, and there were seen
The fairy Train in Gambols on the Green:
Thro' miry Ways the Rustick journeys round,
Nor dares presuming tread the hallow'd Ground:
Dire Ills await the Wretch, so fable sings,
Or pinch'd all o'er, or pierc'd with thousand Stings.
THE Structure ent'ring, as around I threw
My wond'ring Eyes, gay Forms arose to View,
False Pleasure here the borrow'd Form of Joy
Assum'd, and roll'd around her sparkling Eye:
But who allur'd by her inchanting Song,
From Virtue shrinks, and mingles with her Throng,
[Page 23]Soon sees her Beauties fade, and to his Eyes
Deformity and sad Disease arise.
IN a dark Corner hell-born Jealousy,
A Wan and haggard Spright, I did espy;
Watchful she roll'd her ghastly Eyes around,
And cautious trod, to catch the whisp'ring Sound:
Her Heart forever deathless Vultures tear,
And by her Side stalk Anguish and Despair:
Curst is the Wretch with her dire Rage possess'd,
When fancied Ills destroy his wonted Rest.
PALE Avarice appear'd with Looks of Care,
And clasp'd her Bags with never-ceasing Fear;
Close following her a wretched Spectre came,
With tatter'd Garments, Poverty her Name,
In vain her Search t'elude still Av'rice strives,
Amidst her Store in endless Want she lives.
FALSE Honour here I saw all gayly drest,
Glass were her Beads, and tinsel'd was her Vest,
Form'd in barbaric Ages, rude her Mien,
And in her Hand the sanguin'd Sword was seen;
Not stain'd like Patriots in their Country's Cause,
To save Religion, or support the Laws:
In private Strife the Crimson Torrents flow,
Their Country wounded by each fatal Blow.
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WITH chequer'd hood Dissembling stood behind.
And Falshood coining lies to cheat Mankind;
While with smooth Art deceitful Faery
Address'd the Ear of list'ning Vanity.
THE Gloom was now disclos'd, where Spleen remains,
Stor'd with unnumber'd Ills and varied Pains;
As powerful Fancy works, here Mortals are
Transform'd to Glass, or China's brittle Ware,
Oppress'd by Spleen, no longer Joy they know,
For ever tortur'd with imagin'd Woe.
AS thus I onward mov'd with wand'ring Pace,
And view'd the varied Wonders of the Place;
Just Heaven, I cried, oh! Give me to restrain
Imagination with a steady Rein!
Tho' oft she leads thro' Pleasure's flowr'y Ways,
In Errors thorny Paths she sometimes strays.
Let me my Hours with solid Judgment spend,
Nor to Delusion's airy Dreams attend;
By Reason guided we shall only know
Those heav'nly Joys which Fancy can bestow.
FINIS.