And they that creep, and they that fly, Alike the busy and the gay But flutter through life's little day, Methinks I hear in accents low The sportive kind reply: Poor moralist! and what art thou? Thy joys no glittering female meets, On hasty wings thy youth is flown; II. ON THE DEATH OF A FAVOURITE CAT, Drowned in a Tub of Gold Fishes. 'TWAS on a lofty vase's side, Her conscious tail her joy declared; Her coat, that with the tortoise vies, Still had she gazed; but 'midst the tide Their scaly armour's Tyrian hue 1 The hapless Nymph with wonder saw : She stretch'd in vain to reach the prize. Presumptuous Maid! with looks intent (Malignant Fate sat by, and smiled) Eight times emerging from the flood, No Dolphin came, no Nereid stirr'd; From hence, ye beauties, undeceived, Not all that tempts your wand'ring eyes III. ON A DISTANT PROSPECT OF "Ανθρωπος ἱκανὴ πρόφασις εἰς τὸ δυστυχεῖν. YE distant spires, ye antique towers, Menander. *King Henry the Sixth, founder of the College. Of grove, of lawn, of mead survey; Whose turf, whose shade, whose flowers among Wanders the hoary Thames along His silver-winding way! Ah happy hills! ah pleasing shade! Where once my careless childhood stray'd I feel the gales that from ye blow As waving fresh their gladsome wing, Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen The paths of pleasure trace, What idle progeny succeed To chase the rolling circle's speed, Or urge the flying ball? While some on earnest business bent 'Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign, Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy. Gay hope is theirs, by fancy fed, Less pleasing when possest; The tear forgot as soon as shed, The sunshine of the breast: Theirs buxom health of rosy hue, Wild wit, invention ever new, And lively cheer of vigour born; Alas! regardless of their doom, Yet see how all around 'em wait The ministers of human fate, And black Misfortune's baleful train! These shall the fury Passions tear, And Shame that sculks behind; And Envy wan, and faded Care, Ambition this shall tempt to rise, Then whirl the wretch from high, To bitter Scorn a sacrifice, And grinning Infamy. The stings of Falsehood those shall try, And keen Remorse with blood defiled, And moody Madness laughing wild Amid severest woe. Lo, in the vale of years beneath Those in the deeper vitals rage: Lo, Poverty, to fill the band, To each his suff'rings: all are men, The tender for another's pain, Yet ah! why should they know their fate, And happiness too swiftly flies? Thought would destroy their paradise. No more; where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise. IV. TO ADVERSITY. Ζῆνα- Τὸν φρονεῖν Βροτοὺς ὁδώ- Eschylus, in Agamemnone. DAUGHTER of Jove, relentless power, When first thy sire to send on earth Virtue, his darling child, design'd, To thee he gave the heav'nly birth, And bade to form her infant mind. Stern rugged Nurse! thy rigid lore With patience many a year she bore: What sorrow was, thou bad'st her know, And from her own she learn'd to melt at others' woe. |