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Whether dispensing hope and ease	A
To the pale victim of disease	A
Or in the social crowd you sit	B
And charm the group with sense and wit	B
Moore's partial ear will not disdain	C
Attention to my artless strain	C
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An Epistle To Dr Moore Author Of A View Of Society And Manners In France Switzerland And Germany	D
I mean no giddy heights to climb	E
And vainly toil to be sublime	E
While every line with labour wrought	F
Is swell'd with tropes for want of thought	F
Nor shall I call the Muse to shed	G
Castalian drops upon my head	G
Or send me from Parnassian bowers	H
A chaplet wove of fancy's flowers	H
At present all such aid I slight	I
My heart instructs me how to write	I
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That softer glide my hours along	J
That still my griefs are sooth'd by song	J
That still my careless numbers flow	K
To your successful skill I owe	K
You who when sickness o'er me hung	L
And languor had my lyre unstrung	L
With treasures of the healing art	M
With friendship's ardor at your heart	M
From sickness snatch'd her early prey	N
And bade fair health the goddess gay	N
With sprightly air and winning grace	O
With laughing eye and rosy face	O
Accustom'd when you call to hear	P
On her light pinion hasten near	Q
And swift restore with influence kind	R
My weaken'd frame my drooping mind	R
	-
With like benignity and zeal	S
The mental malady to heal	S
To stop the fruitless hopeless tear	T
The life you lengthen'd render dear	Q
To charm by fancy's powerful vein	C
'The written troubles of the brain '	-
From gayer scenes compassion led	G
Your frequent footsteps to my shed	G
And knowing that the Muses' art	M
Has power to ease an aching heart	M
You sooth'd that heart with partial praise	U
And I before too fond of lays	U
While others pant for solid gain	C
Grasp at a laurel sprig in vain	C
You could not chill with frown severe	Q
The madness to my soul so dear	Q
For when Apollo came to store	V
Your mind with salutary lore	V
The god I ween was pleas'd to dart	M
A ray from Pindus on your heart	M
Your willing bosom caught the fire	W
And still is partial to the lyre	X
	-
But now from you at distance plac'd	Y
Where Epping spreads a woody waste	Y
Tho' unrestrain'd my fancy flies	Z
And views in air her fabrics rise	Z
And paints with brighter bloom the flowers	H
Bids Dryads people all the bowers	H
And Echoes speak from every hill	A2
And Naiads pour each little rill	A2
And bands of Sylphs with pride unfold	B2
Their azure plumage mix'd with gold	B2
My heart remembers with a sigh	C2
That you are now no longer nigh	C2
The magic scenes no more engage	D2
I quit them for your various page	D2
Where with delight I traverse o'er	W
The foreign paths you trod before	V
Ah not in vain those paths you trac'd	Y
With heart to feel with powers to taste	Y
	-
Amid the ever jocund train	C
Who sport upon the banks of Seine	D
In your light Frenchman pleas'd I see	D
His nation's gay epitome	D
Whose careless hours glide smooth along	L
Who charms MISFORTUNE with a song	L
She comes not as on Albion's plain	C
With death and madness in her train	C
For here her keenest sharpest dart	M
May raze but cannot pierce the heart	M
Yet he whose spirit light as air	T
Calls life a jest and laughs at care	T
Feels the strong force of pity's voice	E2
And bids afflicted love rejoice	E2
Love such as fills the poet's page	D2
Love such as form'd the golden age	D2
FANCHON thy grateful look I see	D
I share thy joys I weep with thee	D
What eye has read without a tear	T
A tale to nature's heart so dear	Q
	-
There dress'd in each sublimer grace	O
Geneva's happy scene I trace	O
Her lake from whose broad bosom thrown	F2
Rushes the loud impetuous Rhone	F2
And bears his waves with mazy sweep	G2
In rapid torrents to the deep	G2
Oh for a Muse less weak of wing	L
High on yon Alpine steeps to spring	L
And tell in verse what they disclose	H2
As well as you have told in prose	H2
How wrapt in snows and icy showers	H
Eternal winter horrid lowers	H
Upon the mountain's awful brow	I2
While purple summer blooms below	K
How icy structures rear their forms	J2
Pale products of ten thousand storms	J2
Where the full sun beam powerless falls	K2
On crystal arches columns walls	K2
Yet paints the proud fantastic height	I
With all the various hues of light	I
Why is no poet call'd to birth	L2
In such a favour'd spot of earth	L2
How high his vent'rous Muse might rise	Z
And proudly scorn to ask supplies	Z
From the Parnassian hill the fire	W
Of verse Mont Blanc might well inspire	X
O SWITZERLAND how oft these eyes	Z
Desire to view thy mountains rise	Z
How fancy loves thy steeps to climb	E
So wild so solemn so sublime	E
And o'er thy happy vales to roam	M2
Where freedom rears her humble home	M2
Ah how unlike each social grace	O
Which binds in love thy manly race	O
The HOLLANDERS phlegmatic ease	A
Too cold to love too dull to please	A
Who feel no sympathetic woe	K
Nor sympathetic joy bestow	K
But fancy words are only made	N2
To serve the purposes of trade	N2
And when they neither buy nor sell	O2
Think silence answers quite as well	O2
	-
Now in his happiest light is seen	P2
VOLTAIRE when evening chas'd his spleen	P2
And plac'd at supper with his friends	Q2
The playful flash of wit descends	Q2
Of names renown'd you clearly shew	R2
The finer traits we wish to know	K
To Prussia's martial clime I stray	N
And see how FREDERIC spends the day	N
Behold him rise at dawning light	I
To form his troops for future fight	I
Thro' the firm ranks his glances pierce	S2
Where discipline with aspect fierce	S2
And unrelenting breast is seen	P2
Degrading man to a machine	P2
My female heart delights to turn	T2
Where GREATNESS seems not quite so stern	T2
Mild on th' IMPERIAL BROW she glows	H2
And lives to soften human woes	H2
	-
But lo on ocean's stormy breast	U2
I see majestic VENICE rest	U2
While round her spires the billows rave	V2
Inverted splendours gild the wave	V2
Fair liberty has rear'd with toil	W2
Her fabric on this marshy soil	W2
She fled those banks with scornful pride	X2
Where classic Po devolves her tide	X2
Yet here her unrelenting laws	Y2
Are deaf to nature's freedom's cause	Z2
Unjust they seal'd FOSCARI'S doom	A3
An exile in his early bloom	A3
And he who bore the rack unmov'd	B3
Divided far from those he lov'd	C3
From all the social hour can give	D3
From all that make it bliss to live	E3
These worst of ills refus'd to bear	T
And died the victim of despair	T
	-
An eye of wonder let me raise	U
While on imperial ROME I gaze	U
But oh no more in glory bright	I
She fills with awe th' astonish'd sight	I
Her mould'ring fanes in ruin trac'd	Y
Lie scatter'd on Campania's waste	Y
Nor only these alas we find	R
The wreck involves the human mind	R
The lords of earth now drag a chain	C
Beneath a pontiff's feeble reign	C
The soil that gave a Cato birth	L2
No longer yields heroic worth	L2
Whose image lives but on the bust	F3
Or consecrates the medal's rust	F3
Yet if no heart of modern frame	G3
Glows with the antient hero's flame	G3
The dire Arena's horrid stage	D2
Is banish'd from this milder age	D2
Those savage virtues too are fled	G
At which the human feelings bled	G
	-
While now at Virgil's tomb you bend	H3
O let me on your steps attend	H3
Kneel on the turf that blossoms round	I3
And kiss with lips devout the ground	I3
I feel how oft his magic powers	H
Shed pleasure on my lonely hours	H
Tho' hid from me the classic tongue	L
In which his heav'nly strain was sung	L
In Dryden's tuneful lines I pierce	S2
The shaded beauties of his verse	J3
	-
Bright be the rip'ning beam that shines	K3
Fair FLORENCE on thy purple vines	K3
And ever pure the fanning gale	L3
That pants in Arno's myrtle vale	L3
Here when the barb'rous northern race	O
Dire foes to every muse and grace	O
Had doom'd the banish'd arts to roam	M2
The lovely wand'rers found a home	M2
And shed round Leo's triple crown	M3
Unfading rays of bright renown	M3
Who e'er has felt his bosom glow	K
With knowledge or the wish to know	K
Has e'er from books with transport caught	N3
The rich accession of a thought	F
Perceiv'd with conscious pride he feels	O3
The sentiment which taste reveals	O3
Let all who joys like these possess	P3
Thy vale enchant	Q3