The Task. Book Ii. The Timepiece Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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Some boundless contiguity of shade | B |
Where rumour of oppression and deceit | C |
Of unsuccessful or successful war | D |
Might never reach me more My ear is pained | E |
My soul is sick with every day's report | F |
Of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled | G |
There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart | H |
It does not feel for man The natural bond | I |
Of brotherhood is severed as the flax | J |
That falls asunder at the touch of fire | K |
He finds his fellow guilty of a skin | L |
Not coloured like his own and having power | K |
To enforce the wrong for such a worthy cause | M |
Dooms and devotes him as his lawful prey | N |
Lands intersected by a narrow frith | O |
Abhor each other Mountains interposed | I |
Make enemies of nations who had else | P |
Like kindred drops been mingled into one | Q |
Thus man devotes his brother and destroys | R |
And worse than all and most to be deplored | I |
As human nature's broadest foulest blot | I |
Chains him and tasks him and exacts his sweat | I |
With stripes that mercy with a bleeding heart | I |
Weeps when she sees inflicted on a beast | I |
Then what is man And what man seeing this | S |
And having human feelings does not blush | T |
And hang his head to think himself a man | U |
I would not have a slave to till my ground | I |
To carry me to fan me while I sleep | V |
And tremble when I wake for all the wealth | W |
That sinews bought and sold have ever earned | I |
No dear as freedom is and in my heart's | X |
Just estimation prized above all price | Y |
I had much rather be myself the slave | Z |
And wear the bonds than fasten them on him | A2 |
We have no slaves at home then why abroad | I |
And they themselves once ferried o'er the wave | Z |
That parts us are emancipate and loosed | I |
Slaves cannot breathe in England if their lungs | B2 |
Receive our air that moment they are free | C2 |
They touch our country and their shackles fall | D2 |
That's noble and bespeaks a nation proud | I |
And jealous of the blessing Spread it then | E2 |
And let it circulate through every vein | F2 |
Of all your empire that where Britain's power | K |
Is felt mankind may feel her mercy too | I |
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Sure there is need of social intercourse | G2 |
Benevolence and peace and mutual aid | I |
Between the nations in a world that seems | H2 |
To toll the death bell to its own decease | I2 |
And by the voice of all its elements | J2 |
To preach the general doom When were the winds | K2 |
Let slip with such a warrant to destroy | L2 |
When did the waves so haughtily o'erleap | V |
Their ancient barriers deluging the dry | M2 |
Fires from beneath and meteors from above | N2 |
Portentous unexampled unexplained | I |
Have kindled beacons in the skies and the old | I |
And crazy earth has had her shaking fits | O2 |
More frequent and foregone her usual rest | I |
Is it a time to wrangle when the props | P2 |
And pillars of our planet seem to fail | Q2 |
And nature with a dim and sickly eye | M2 |
To wait the close of all But grant her end | I |
More distant and that prophecy demands | R2 |
A longer respite unaccomplished yet | I |
Still they are frowning signals and bespeak | S2 |
Displeasure in His breast who smites the earth | T2 |
Or heals it makes it languish or rejoice | U2 |
And 'tis but seemly that where all deserve | V2 |
And stand exposed by common peccancy | U2 |
To what no few have felt there should be peace | U2 |
And brethren in calamity should love | N2 |
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Alas for Sicily rude fragments now | W2 |
Lie scattered where the shapely column stood | I |
Her palaces are dust In all her streets | U2 |
The voice of singing and the sprightly chord | I |
Are silent Revelry and dance and show | X2 |
Suffer a syncope and solemn pause | U2 |
While God performs upon the trembling stage | Y2 |
Of His own works His dreadful part alone | Z2 |
How does the earth receive Him With what signs | U2 |
Of gratulation and delight her King | A3 |
Pours she not all her choicest fruits abroad | I |
Her sweetest flowers her aromatic gums | U2 |
Disclosing paradise where'er He treads | U2 |
She quakes at His approach Her hollow womb | B3 |
Conceiving thunders through a thousand deeps | U2 |
And fiery caverns roars beneath His foot | I |
The hills move lightly and the mountains smoke | C3 |
For He has touched them From the extremest point | I |
Of elevation down into the abyss | U2 |
His wrath is busy and His frown is felt | I |
The rocks fall headlong and the valleys rise | U2 |
The rivers die into offensive pools | U2 |
And charged with putrid verdure breathe a gross | U2 |
And mortal nuisance into all the air | D3 |
What solid was by transformation strange | E3 |
Grows fluid and the fixed and rooted earth | T2 |
Tormented into billows heaves and swells | U2 |
Or with vortiginous and hideous whirl | F3 |
Sucks down its prey insatiable Immense | U2 |
The tumult and the overthrow the pangs | U2 |
And agonies of human and of brute | I |
Multitudes fugitive on every side | I |
And fugitive in vain The sylvan scene | G3 |
Migrates uplifted and with all its soil | H3 |
Alighting in far distant fields finds out | I |
A new possessor and survives the change | E3 |
Ocean has caught the frenzy and upwrought | I |
To an enormous and o'erbearing height | I |
Not by a mighty wind but by that voice | U2 |
Which winds and waves obey invades the shore | D |
Resistless Never such a sudden flood | I |
Upridged so high and sent on such a charge | I3 |
Possessed an inland scene Where now the throng | J3 |
That pressed the beach and hasty to depart | I |
Looked to the sea for safety They are gone | K3 |
Gone with the refluent wave into the deep | V |
A prince with half his people Ancient towers | U2 |
And roofs embattled high the gloomy scenes | U2 |
Where beauty oft and lettered worth consume | B3 |
Life in the unproductive shades of death | L3 |
Fall prone the pale inhabitants come forth | M3 |
And happy in their unforeseen release | U2 |
From all the rigours of restraint enjoy | L2 |
The terrors of the day that sets them free | C2 |
Who then that has thee would not hold thee fast | I |
Freedom whom they that lose thee so regret | I |
That even a judgment making way for thee | C2 |
Seems in their eyes a mercy for thy sake | N3 |
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Such evil sin hath wrought and such a flame | O3 |
Kindled in heaven that it burns down to earth | T2 |
And in the furious inquest that it makes | U2 |
On God's behalf lays waste His fairest works | U2 |
The very elements though each be meant | I |
The minister of man to serve his wants | U2 |
Conspire against him With his breath he draws | U2 |
A plague into his blood and cannot use | U2 |
Life's necessary means but he must die | I |
Storms rise to o'erwhelm him or if stormy winds | U2 |
Rise not the waters of the deep shall rise | U2 |
And needing none assistance of the storm | P3 |
Shall roll themselves ashore and reach him there | D3 |
The earth shall shake him out of all his holds | U2 |
Or make his house his grave nor so content | I |
Shall counterfeit the motions of the flood | I |
And drown him in her dry and dusty gulfs | U2 |
What then were they the wicked above all | D2 |
And we the righteous whose fast anchored isle | Q3 |
Moved not while theirs was rocked like a light skiff | R3 |
The sport of every wave No none are clear | S3 |
And none than we more guilty But where all | D2 |
Stand chargeable with guilt and to the shafts | U2 |
Of wrath obnoxious God may choose His mark | T3 |
May punish if He please the less to warn | U3 |
The more malignant If He spared not them | V3 |
Tremble and be amazed at thine escape | V |
Far guiltier England lest He spare not thee | C2 |
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Happy the man who sees a God employed | I |
In all the good and ill that chequer life | W3 |
Resolving all events with their effects | U2 |
And manifold results into the will | X3 |
And arbitration wise of the Supreme | Y3 |
Did not His eye rule all things and intend | I |
The least of our concerns since from the least | I |
The greatest oft originate could chance | U2 |
Find place in His dominion or dispose | U2 |
One lawless particle to thwart His plan | U |
Then God might be surprised and unforeseen | G3 |
Contingence might alarm Him and disturb | Z3 |
The smooth and equal course of His affairs | U2 |
This truth philosophy though eagle eyed | I |
In nature's tendencies oft overlooks | U2 |
And having found His instrument forgets | U2 |
Or disregards or more presumptuous still | X3 |
Denies the power that wields it God proclaims | U2 |
His hot displeasure against foolish men | E2 |
That live an Atheist life involves the heaven | Q |
In tempests quits His grasp upon the winds | U2 |
And gives them all their fury bids a plague | A4 |
Kindle a fiery boil upon the skin | L |
And putrefy the breath of blooming health | W |
He calls for Famine and the meagre fiend | I |
Blows mildew from between his shrivelled lips | U2 |
And taints the golden ear He springs His mines | U2 |
And desolates a nation at a blast | I |
Forth steps the spruce philosopher and tells | U2 |
Of homogeneal and discordant springs | U2 |
And principles of causes how they work | B4 |
By necessary laws their sure effects | U2 |
Of action and reaction He has found | I |
The source of the disease that nature feels | U2 |
And bids the world take heart and banish fear | S3 |
Thou fool will thy discovery of the cause | U2 |
Suspend the effect or heal it Has not God | I |
Still wrought by means since first He made the world | I |
And did He not of old employ His means | U2 |
To drown it What is His creation less | U2 |
Than a capacious reservoir of means | U2 |
Formed for His use and ready at His will | X3 |
Go dress thine eyes with eye salve ask of Him | A2 |
Or ask of whomsoever He has taught | I |
And learn though late the genuine cause of all | D2 |
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England with all thy faults I love thee still | X3 |
My country and while yet a nook is left | I |
Where English minds and manners may be found | I |
Shall be constrained to love thee Though thy clime | A2 |
Be fickle and thy year most part deformed | I |
With dripping rains or withered by a frost | I |
I would not yet exchange thy sullen skies | U2 |
And fields without a flower for warmer France | U2 |
With all her vines nor for Ausonia's groves | U2 |
Of golden fruitage and her myrtle bowers | U2 |
To shake thy senate and from heights sublime | A2 |
Of patriot eloquence to flash down fire | K |
Upon thy foes was never meant my task | C4 |
But I can feel thy fortune and partake | N3 |
Thy joys and sorrows with as true a heart | I |
As any thunderer there And I can feel | D4 |
Thy follies too and with a just disdain | F2 |
Frown at effeminates whose very looks | U2 |
Reflect dishonour on the land I love | N2 |
How in the name of soldiership and sense | U2 |
Should England prosper when such things as smooth | E4 |
And tender as a girl all essenced o'er | K |
With odours and as profligate as sweet | I |
Who sell their laurel for a myrtle wreath | F4 |
And love when they should fight when such as these | U2 |
Presume to lay their hand upon the ark | T3 |
Of her magnificent and awful cause | U2 |
Time was when it was praise and boast enough | G4 |
In every clime and travel where we might | I |
That we were born her children Praise enough | G4 |
To fill the ambition of a private man | U |
That Chatham's language was his mother tongue | H4 |
And Wolfe's great name compatriot with his own | Z2 |
Farewell those honours and farewell with them | A2 |
The hope of such hereafter They have fallen | Q |
Each in his field of glory one in arms | U2 |
And one in council Wolfe upon the lap | V |
Of smiling victory that moment won | Q |
And Chatham heart sick of his country's shame | A2 |
They made us many soldiers Chatham still | X3 |
Consulting England's happiness at home | A2 |
Secured it by an unforgiving frown | I4 |
If any wronged her Wolfe where'er he fought | I |
Put so much of his heart into his act | I |
That his example had a magnet's force | U2 |
And all were swift to follow whom all loved | I |
Those suns are set Oh rise some other such | J4 |
Or all that we have left is empty talk | K4 |
Of old achievements and despair of new | I |
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Now hoist the sail and let the streamers float | I |
Upon the wanton breezes Strew the deck | L4 |
With lavender and sprinkle liquid sweets | U2 |
That no rude savour maritime invade | I |
The nose of nice nobility Breathe soft | I |
Ye clarionets and softer still ye flutes | U2 |
That winds and waters lulled by magic sounds | U2 |
May bear us smoothly to the Gallic shore | D |
True we have lost an empire let it pass | U2 |
True we may thank the perfidy of France | U2 |
That picked the jewel out of England's crown | I4 |
With all the cunning of an envious shrew | D |
And let that pass 'twas but a trick of state | I |
A brave man knows no malice but at once | U2 |
Forgets in peace the injuries of war | D |
And gives his direst foe a friend's embrace | U2 |
And shamed as we have been to the very beard | I |
Braved and defied and in our own sea proved | I |
Too weak for those decisive blows that once | U2 |
Insured us mastery there we yet retain | F2 |
Some small pre eminence we justly boast | I |
At least superior jockeyship and claim | A2 |
The honours of the turf as all our own | Z2 |
Go then well worthy of the praise ye seek | S2 |
And show the shame ye might conceal at home | A2 |
In foreign eyes be grooms and win the plate | I |
Where once your nobler fathers won a crown | I4 |
'Tis generous to communicate your skill | X3 |
To those that need it Folly is soon learned | I |
And under such preceptors who can fail | Q2 |
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There is a pleasure in poetic pains | U2 |
Which only poets know The shifts and turns | U2 |
The expedients and inventions multiform | A2 |
To which the mind resorts in chase of terms | U2 |
Though apt yet coy and difficult to win | L |
To arrest the fleeting images that fill | X3 |
The mirror of the mind and hold them fast | I |
And force them sit till he has pencilled off | M4 |
A faithful likeness of the forms he views | U2 |
Then to dispose his copies with such art | I |
That each may find its most propitious light | I |
And shine by situation hardly less | U2 |
Than by the labour and the skill it cost | I |
Are occupations of the poet's mind | I |
So pleasing and that steal away the thought | I |
With such address from themes of sad import | I |
That lost in his own musings happy man | U |
He feels the anxieties of life denied | I |
Their wonted entertainment all retire | D |
Such joys has he that sings But ah not such | J4 |
Or seldom such the hearers of his song | J3 |
Fastidious or else listless or perhaps | U2 |
Aware of nothing arduous in a task | C4 |
They never undertook they little note | I |
His dangers or escapes and haply find | I |
There least amusement where he found the most | I |
But is amusement all studious of song | J3 |
And yet ambitious not to sing in vain | F2 |
I would not trifle merely though the world | I |
Be loudest in their praise who do no more | D |
Yet what can satire whether grave or gay | N |
It may correct a foible may chastise | U2 |
The freaks of fashion regulate the dress | U2 |
Retrench a sword blade or displace a patch | N4 |
But where are its sublimer trophies found | I |
What vice has it subdued whose heart reclaimed | I |
By rigour or whom laughed into reform | A2 |
Alas Leviathan is not so tamed | I |
Laughed at he laughs again and stricken hard | I |
Turns to the stroke his adamantine scales | U2 |
That fear no discipline of human hands | U2 |
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The pulpit therefore and I name it filled | I |
With solemn awe that bids me well beware | D |
With what intent I touch that holy thing | A3 |
The pulpit when the satirist has at last | I |
Strutting and vapouring in an empty school | O4 |
Spent all his force and made no proselyte | I |
I say the pulpit in the sober use | U2 |
Of its legitimate peculiar powers | U2 |
Must stand acknowledged while the world shall stand | I |
The most important and effectual guard | I |
Support and ornament of virtue's cause | U2 |
There stands the messenger of truth there stands | U2 |
The legate of the skies his theme divine | P4 |
His office sacred his credentials clear | D |
By him the violated Law speaks out | I |
Its thunders and by him in strains as sweet | I |
As angels use the Gospel whispers peace | U2 |
He stablishes the strong restores the weak | S2 |
Reclaims the wanderer binds the broken heart | I |
And armed himself in panoply complete | I |
Of heavenly temper furnishes with arms | U2 |
Bright as his own and trains by every rule | O4 |
Of holy discipline to glorious war | D |
The sacramental host of God's elect | I |
Are all such teachers would to heaven all were | D |
But hark the Doctor's voice fast wedged between | G3 |
Two empirics he stands and with swollen cheeks | U2 |
Inspires the news his trumpet Keener far | D |
Than all invective is his bold harangue | Q4 |
While through that public organ of report | I |
He hails the clergy and defying shame | A2 |
Announces to the world his own and theirs | U2 |
He teaches those to read whom schools dismissed | I |
And colleges untaught sells accents tone | Z2 |
And emphasis in score and gives to prayer | D |
The adagio and andante it demands | U2 |
He grinds divinity of other days | U2 |
Down into modern use transforms old print | I |
To zigzag manuscript and cheats the eyes | U2 |
Of gallery critics by a thousand arts | U2 |
Are there who purchase of the Doctor's ware | D |
Oh name it not in Gath it cannot be | C2 |
That grave and learned Clerks should need such aid | I |
He doubtless is in sport and does but droll | R4 |
Assuming thus a rank unknown before | D |
Grand caterer and dry nurse of the Church | S4 |
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I venerate the man whose heart is warm | A2 |
Whose hands are pure whose doctrine and whose life | W3 |
Coincident exhibit lucid proof | T4 |
That he is honest in the sacred cause | U2 |
To such I render more than mere respect | I |
Whose actions say that they respect themselves | U2 |
But loose in morals and in manners vain | F2 |
In conversation frivolous in dress | U2 |
Extreme at once rapacious and profuse | U2 |
Frequent in park with lady at his side | I |
Ambling and prattling scandal as he goes | U2 |
But rare at home and never at his books | U2 |
Or with his pen save when he scrawls a card | I |
Constant at routs familiar with a round | I |
Of ladyships a stranger to the poor | D |
Ambitions of preferment for its gold | I |
And well prepared by ignorance and sloth | U4 |
By infidelity and love o' the world | I |
To make God's work a sinecure a slave | Z |
To his own pleasures and his patron's pride | I |
From such apostles O ye mitred heads | U2 |
Preserve the Church and lay not careless hands | U2 |
On skulls that cannot teach and will not learn | V4 |
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Would I describe a preacher such as Paul | D2 |
Were he on earth would hear approve and own | Z2 |
Paul should himself direct me I would trace | U2 |
His master strokes and draw from his design | P4 |
I would express him simple grave sincere | D |
In doctrine uncorrupt in language plain | F2 |
And plain in manner decent solemn chaste | I |
And natural in gesture much impressed | I |
Himself as conscious of his awful charge | I3 |
And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds | U2 |
May feel it too affectionate in look | W4 |
And tender in address as well becomes | U2 |
A messenger of grace to guilty men | E2 |
Behold the picture Is it like Like whom | A2 |
The things that mount the rostrum with a skip | V |
And then skip down again pronounce a text | I |
Cry Hem and reading what they never wrote | I |
Just fifteen minutes huddle up their work | B4 |
And with a well bred whisper close the scene | G3 |
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In man or woman but far most in man | U |
And most of all in man that ministers | U2 |
And serves the altar in my soul I loathe | X4 |
All affectation 'Tis my perfect scorn | U3 |
Object of my implacable disgust | I |
What will a man play tricks will he indulge | Y4 |
A silly fond conceit of his fair form | A2 |
And just proportion fashionable mien | G3 |
And pretty face in presence of his God | I |
Or will he seek to dazzle me with tropes | U2 |
As with the diamond on his lily hand | I |
And play his brilliant parts before my eyes | U2 |
When I am hungry for the Bread of Life | W3 |
He mocks his Maker prostitutes and shames | U2 |
His noble office and instead of truth | Z4 |
Displaying his own beauty starves his flock | |
Therefore avaunt all attitude and stare | D |
And start theatric practised at the glass | U2 |
I seek divine simplicity in him | A2 |
Who handles things divine and all beside | I |
Though learned with labour and though much admired | I |
By curious eyes and judgments ill informed | I |
To me is odious as the nasal twang | |
Heard at conventicle where worthy men | E2 |
Misled by custom strain celestial themes | U2 |
Through the prest nostril spectacle bestrid | I |
Some decent in demeanour while they preach | |
That task performed relapse into themselves | U2 |
And having spoken wisely at the close | U2 |
Grow wanton and give proof to every eye | I |
Whoe'er was edified themselves were not | I |
Forth comes the pocket mirror First we stroke | C3 |
An eyebrow next compose a straggling lock | |
Then with an air most gracefully performed | I |
Fall back into our seat extend an arm | A2 |
And lay it at its ease with gentle care | D |
With handkerchief in hand depending low | X2 |
The better hand more busy gives the nose | U2 |
Its bergamot or aids the indebted eye | I |
With opera glass to watch the moving scene | G3 |
And recognise the slow retiring fair | D |
Now this is fulsome and offends me more | D |
Than in a Churchman slovenly neglect | I |
And rustic coarseness would A heavenly mind | I |
May be indifferent to her house of clay | N |
And slight the hovel as beneath her care | D |
But how a body so fantastic trim | A2 |
And quaint in its deportment and attire | D |
Can lodge a heavenly mind demands a doubt | I |
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He that negotiates between God and man | U |
As God's ambassador the grand concerns | U2 |
Of judgment and of mercy should beware | D |
Of lightness in his speech 'Tis pitiful | |
To court a grin when you should woo a soul | R4 |
To break a jest when pity would inspire | D |
Pathetic exhortation and to address | U2 |
The skittish fancy with facetious tales | U2 |
When sent with God's commission to the heart | I |
So did not Paul Direct me to a quip | V |
Or merry turn in all he ever wrote | I |
And I consent you take it for your text | I |
Your only one till sides and benches fail | Q2 |
No he was serious in a serious cause | U2 |
And understood too well the weighty terms | U2 |
That he had ta'en in charge He would not stoop | V |
To conquer those by jocular exploits | U2 |
Whom truth and soberness assailed in vain | F2 |
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Oh popular applause what heart of man | U |
Is proof against thy sweet seducing charms | U2 |
The wisest and the best feel urgent need | I |
Of all their caution in thy gentlest gales | U2 |
But swelled into a gust who then alas | U2 |
With all his canvas set and inexpert | I |
And therefore heedless can withstand thy power | D |
Praise from the riveled lips of toothless bald | I |
Decrepitude and in the looks of lean | G3 |
And craving poverty and in the bow | W2 |
Respectful of the smutched artificer | D |
Is oft too welcome and may much disturb | Z3 |
The bias of the purpose How much more | D |
Poured forth by beauty splendid and polite | I |
In language soft as adoration breathes | U2 |
Ah spare your idol think him human still | X3 |
Charms he may have but he has frailties too | I |
Dote not too much nor spoil what ye admire | D |
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All truth is from the sempiternal source | U2 |
Of light divine But Egypt Greece and Rome | A2 |
Drew from the stream below More favoured we | C2 |
Drink when we choose it at the fountain head | I |
To them it flowed much mingled and defiled | I |
With hurtful error prejudice and dreams | U2 |
Illusive of philosophy so called | I |
But falsely Sages after sages strove | |
In vain to filter off a crystal draught | I |
Pure from the lees which often more enhanced | I |
The thirst than slaked it and not seldom bred | I |
Intoxication and delirium wild | I |
In vain they pushed inquiry to the birth | T2 |
And spring time of the world asked Whence is man | U |
Why formed at all and wherefore as he is | U2 |
Where must he find his Maker With what rites | U2 |
Adore Him Will He hear accept and bless | U2 |
Or does He sit regardless of His works | U2 |
Has man within him an immortal seed | I |
Or does the tomb take all If he survive | |
His ashes where and in what weal or woe | X2 |
Knots worthy of solution which alone | Z2 |
A Deity could solve Their answers vague | A4 |
And all at random fabulous and dark | T3 |
Left them as dark themselves Their rules of life | W3 |
Defective and unsanctioned proved too weak | S2 |
To bind the roving appetite and lead | I |
Blind nature to a God not yet revealed | I |
'Tis Revelation satisfies all doubts | U2 |
Explains all mysteries except her own | Z2 |
And so illuminates the path of life | W3 |
That fools discover it and stray no more | D |
Now tell me dignified and sapient sir | D |
My man of morals nurtured in the shades | U2 |
Of Academus is this false or true | I |
Is Christ the abler teacher or the schools | U2 |
If Christ then why resort at every turn | V4 |
To Athens or to Rome for wisdom short | I |
Of man's occasions when in Him reside | I |
Grace knowledge comfort an unfathomed store | D |
How oft when Paul has served us with a text | I |
Has Epictetus Plato Tully preached | I |
Men that if now alive would sit content | I |
And humble learners of a Saviour's worth | T2 |
Preach it who might Such was their love of truth | Z4 |
Their thirst of knowledge and their candour too | I |
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And thus it is The pastor either vain | F2 |
By nature or by flattery made so taught | I |
To gaze at his own splendour and to exalt | I |
Absurdly not his office but himself | |
Or unenlightened and too proud to learn | V4 |
Or vicious and not therefore apt to teach | |
Perverting often by the stress of lewd | I |
And loose example whom he should instruct | I |
Exposes and holds up to broad disgrace | U2 |
The noblest function and discredits much | J4 |
The brightest truths that man has ever seen | G3 |
For ghostly counsel if it either fall | D2 |
Below the exigence or be not backed | I |
With show of love at least with hopeful proof | T4 |
Of some sincerity on the giver's part | I |
Or be dishonoured in the exterior form | A2 |
And mode of its conveyance by such tricks | U2 |
As move derision or by foppish airs | U2 |
And histrionic mummery that let down | I4 |
The pulpit to the level of the stage | Y2 |
Drops from the lips a disregarded thing | A3 |
The weak perhaps are moved but are not taught | I |
While prejudice in men of stronger minds | U2 |
Takes deeper root confirmed by what they see | C2 |
A relaxation of religion's hold | I |
Upon the roving and untutored heart | I |
Soon follows and the curb of conscience snapt | I |
The laity run wild But do they now | W2 |
Note their extravagance and be convinced | I |
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As nations ignorant of God contrive | |
A wooden one so we no longer taught | I |
By monitors that Mother Church supplies | U2 |
Now make our own Posterity will ask | C4 |
If e'er posterity sees verse of mine | P4 |
Some fifty or a hundred lustrums hence | U2 |
What was a monitor in George's days | U2 |
My very gentle reader yet unborn | U3 |
Of whom I needs must augur better things | U2 |
Since Heaven would sure grow weary of a world | I |
Productive only of a race like us | U2 |
A monitor is wood plank shaven thin | L |
We wear it at our backs There closely braced | I |
And neatly fitted it compresses hard | I |
The prominent and most unsightly bones | U2 |
And binds the shoulders flat We prove its use | U2 |
Sovereign and most effectual to secure | D |
A form not now gymnastic as of yore | D |
From rickets and distortion else our lot | I |
But thus admonished we can walk erect | I |
One proof at least of manhood while the friend | I |
Sticks close a Mentor worthy of his charge | I3 |
Our habits costlier than Lucullus wore | D |
And by caprice as multiplied as his | U2 |
Just please us while the fashion is at full | |
But change with every moon The sycophant | I |
That waits to dress us arbitrates their date | I |
Surveys his fair reversion with keen eye | I |
Finds one ill made another obsolete | I |
This fits not nicely that is ill conceived | I |
And making prize of all that he condemns | U2 |
With our expenditure defrays his own | Z2 |
Variety's the very spice of life | W3 |
That gives it all its flavour We have run | Q |
Through every change that fancy at the loom | A2 |
Exhausted has had genius to supply | I |
And studious of mutation still discard | I |
A real elegance a little used | I |
For monstrous novelty and strange disguise | U2 |
We sacrifice to dress till household joys | U2 |
And comforts cease Dress drains our cellar dry | I |
And keeps our larder lean puts out our fires | U2 |
And introduces hunger frost and woe | X2 |
Where peace and hospitality might reign | F2 |
What man that lives and that knows how to live | |
Would fail to exhibit at the public shows | U2 |
A form as splendid as the proudest there | D |
Though appetite raise outcries at the cost | I |
A man o' the town dines late but soon enough | G4 |
With reasonable forecast and despatch | J4 |
To ensure a side box station at half price | U2 |
You think perhaps so delicate his dress | U2 |
His daily fare as delicate Alas | U2 |
He picks clean teeth and busy as he seems | U2 |
With an old tavern quill is hungry yet | I |
The rout is folly's circle which she draws | U2 |
With magic wand So potent is the spell | |
That none decoyed into that fatal ring | A3 |
Unless by Heaven's peculiar grace escape | V |
There we grow early gray but never wise | U2 |
There form connections and acquire no friend | I |
Solicit pleasure hopeless of success | U2 |
Waste youth in occupations only fit | I |
For second childhood and devote old age | Y2 |
To sports which only childhood could excuse | U2 |
There they are happiest who dissemble best | I |
Their weariness and they the most polite | I |
Who squander time and treasure with a smile | Q3 |
Though at their own destruction She that asks | U2 |
Her dear five hundred friends contemns them all | D2 |
And hates their coming They what can they less | U2 |
Make just reprisals and with cringe and shrug | |
And bow obsequious hide their hate of her | D |
All catch the frenzy downward from her Grace | U2 |
Whose flambeaux flash against the morning skies | U2 |
And gild our chamber ceilings as they pass | U2 |
To her who frugal only that her thrift | I |
May feed excesses she can ill afford | I |
Is hackneyed home unlackeyed who in haste | I |
Alighting turns the key in her own door | D |
And at the watchman's lantern borrowing light | I |
Finds a cold bed her only comfort left | I |
Wives beggar husbands husbands starve their wives | U2 |
On Fortune's velvet altar offering up | V |
Their last poor pittance Fortune most severe | D |
Of goddesses yet known and costlier far | D |
Than all that held their routs in Juno's heaven | Q |
So fare we in this prison house the world | I |
And 'tis a fearful spectacle to see | C2 |
So many maniacs dancing in their chains | U2 |
They gaze upon the links that hold them fast | I |
With eyes of anguish execrate their lot | I |
Then shake them in despair and dance again | E2 |
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Now basket up the family of plagues | U2 |
That waste our vitals Peculation sale | Q2 |
Of honour perjury corruption frauds | U2 |
By forgery by subterfuge of law | |
By tricks and lies as numerous and as keen | G3 |
As the necessities their authors feel | D4 |
Then cast them closely bundled every brat | I |
At the right door Profusion is its sire | D |
Profusion unrestrained with all that's base | U2 |
In character has littered all the land | I |
And bred within the memory of no few | I |
A priesthood such as Baal's was of old | I |
A people such as never was till now | W2 |
It is a hungry vice it eats up all | D2 |
That gives society its beauty strength | |
Convenience and security and use | U2 |
Makes men mere vermin worthy to be trapped | I |
And gibbeted as fast as catchpole claws | U2 |
Can seize the slippery prey unties the knot | I |
Of union and converts the sacred band | I |
That holds mankind together to a scourge | |
Profusion deluging a state with lusts | U2 |
Of grossest nature and of worst effects | U2 |
Prepares it for its ruin hardens blinds | U2 |
And warps the consciences of public men | E2 |
Till they can laugh at virtue mock the fools | U2 |
That trust them and in the end disclose a face | U2 |
That would have shocked credulity herself | |
Unmasked vouchsafing this their sole excuse | U2 |
Since all alike are selfish why not they | N |
This does Profusion and the accursed cause | U2 |
Of such deep mischief has itself a cause | U2 |
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In colleges and halls in ancient days | U2 |
When learning virtue piety and truth | Z4 |
Were precious and inculcated with care | D |
There dwelt a sage called Discipline His head | I |
Not yet by time completely silvered o'er | D |
Bespoke him past the bounds of freakish youth | Z4 |
But strong for service still and unimpaired | I |
His eye was meek and gentle and a smile | Q3 |
Played on his lips and in his speech was heard | I |
Paternal sweetness dignity and love | N2 |
The occupation dearest to his heart | I |
Was to encourage goodness He would stroke | C3 |
The head of modest and ingenuous worth | T2 |
That blushed at its own praise and press the youth | Z4 |
Close to his side that pleased him Learning grew | I |
Beneath his care a thriving vigorous plant | I |
The mind was well informed the passions held | I |
Subordinate and diligence was choice | U2 |
If e'er it chanced as sometimes chance it must | I |
That one among so many overleaped | I |
The limits of control his gentle eye | I |
Grew stern and darted a severe rebuke | |
His frown was full of terror and his voice | U2 |
Shook the delinquent with such fits of awe | |
As left him not till penitence had won | Q |
Lost favour back again and closed the breach | J4 |
But Discipline a faithful servant long | J3 |
Declined at length into the vale of years | U2 |
A palsy struck his arm his sparkling eye | I |
Was quenched in rheums of age his voice unstrung | J3 |
Grew tremulous and moved derision more | D |
Than reverence in perverse rebellious youth | Z4 |
So colleges and halls neglected much | J4 |
Their good old friend and Discipline at length | |
O'erlooked and unemployed fell sick and died | I |
Then study languished emulation slept | I |
And virtue fled The schools became a scene | G3 |
Of solemn farce where ignorance in stilts | U2 |
His cap well lined with logic not his own | Z2 |
With parrot tongue performed the scholar's part | I |
Proceeding soon a graduated dunce | U2 |
Then compromise had place and scrutiny | C2 |
Became stone blind precedence went in truck | J3 |
And he was competent whose purse was so | U2 |
A dissolution of all bonds ensued | I |
The curbs invented for the mulish mouth | |
Of headstrong youth were broken bars and bolts | U2 |
Grew rusty by disuse and massy gates | U2 |
Forgot their office opening with a touch | J4 |
Till gowns at length are found mere masquerade | I |
The tasselled cap and the spruce band a jest | I |
A mockery of the world What need of these | U2 |
For gamesters jockeys brothellers impure | D |
Spendthrifts and booted sportsmen oftener seen | G3 |
With belted waist and pointers at their heels | U2 |
Than in the bounds of duty What was learned | I |
If aught was learned in childhood is forgot | I |
And such expense as pinches parents blue | I |
And mortifies the liberal hand of love | N2 |
Is squandered in pursuit of idle sports | U2 |
And vicious pleasures buys the boy a name | A2 |
That sits a stigma on his father's house | U2 |
And cleaves through life inseparably close | U2 |
To him that wears it What can after games | U2 |
Of riper joys and commerce with the world | I |
The lewd vain world that must receive him soon | |
Add to such erudition thus acquired | I |
Where science and where virtue are professed | I |
They may confirm his habits rivet fast | I |
His folly but to spoil him is a task | J3 |
That bids defiance to the united powers | U2 |
Of fashion dissipation taverns stews | U2 |
Now blame we most the nurselings or the nurse | U2 |
The children crooked and twisted and deformed | I |
Through want of care or her whose winking eye | I |
And slumbering oscitancy mars the brood | I |
The nurse no doubt Regardless of her charge | I3 |
She needs herself correction needs to learn | V4 |
That it is dangerous sporting with the world | I |
With things so sacred as a nation's trust | I |
The nurture of her youth her dearest pledge | |
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All are not such I had a brother once | U2 |
Peace to the memory of a man of worth | T2 |
A man of letters and of manners too | I |
Of manners sweet as virtue always wears | U2 |
When gay good nature dresses her in smiles | U2 |
He graced a college in which order yet | I |
Was sacred and was honoured loved and wept | I |
By more than one themselves conspicuous there | D |
Some minds are tempered happily and mixt | I |
With such ingredients of good sense and taste | I |
Of what is excellent in man they thirst | I |
With such a zeal to be what they approve | |
That no restraints can circumscribe them more | D |
Than they themselves by choice for wisdom's sake | J3 |
Nor can example hurt them What they see | C2 |
Of vice in others but enhancing more | D |
The charms of virtue in their just esteem | A2 |
If such escape contagion and emerge | |
Pure from so foul a pool to shine abroad | I |
And give the world their talents and themselves | U2 |
Small thanks to those whose negligence or sloth | U4 |
Exposed their inexperience to the snare | D |
And left them to an undirected choice | U2 |
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See then the quiver broken and decayed | I |
In which are kept our arrows Rusting there | D |
In wild disorder and unfit for use | U2 |
What wonder if discharged into the world | I |
They shame their shooters with a random flight | I |
Their points obtuse and feathers drunk with wine | P4 |
Well may the Church wage unsuccessful war | D |
With such artillery armed Vice parries wide | I |
The undreaded volley with a sword of straw | |
And stands an impudent and fearless mark | J3 |
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Have we not tracked the felon home and found | I |
His birthplace and his dam The country mourns | U2 |
Mourns because every plague that can infest | I |
Society that saps and worms the base | U2 |
Of the edifice that Policy has raised | I |
Swarms in all quarters meets the eye the ear | D |
And suffocates the breath at every turn | V4 |
Profusion breeds them And the cause itself | |
Of that calamitous mischief has been found | I |
Found too where most offensive in the skirts | U2 |
Of the robed pedagogue Else let the arraigned | I |
Stand up unconscious and refute the charge | I3 |
So when the Jewish leader stretched his arm | A2 |
And waved his rod divine a race obscene | G3 |
Spawned in the muddy beds of Nile came forth | M3 |
Polluting Egypt Gardens fields and plains | U2 |
Were covered with the pest The streets were filled | I |
The croaking nuisance lurked in every nook | J3 |
Nor palaces nor even chambers 'scaped | I |
And the land stank so numerous was the fry | I |
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