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And horizontal dials on the ground
In living box by cunning artists trac'd ;
And gallies trim, on no long voyage bound,
But by their roots there ever anchor'd fast, * All were their bellying fails out-spread to every blast,
O’er all appear'd the mountain's forked brows
With terrasses on terrasses up-thrown;
And all along arrang’d in order'd rows,
And visto's broad, the velvet slopes adown
The ever-verdant trees of Daphne shone.
But, aliens to the clime, and brought of old
From Latian plains, and Grecian Helicon,
They shrunk and languish'd in a foreign mold,
By changeful Summers ftarv'd, and pinch'd by Win-
XXI. Amid this verdant grove with solemn state, On golden thrones of antique form reclin'd, In mimic majesty Nine Virgins fate, In features various, as unlike in mind: Alle boasted they themselves of heavenly kind, And to the sweet Parnassian Nymphs allied ; Thence round their brows the Delphic bay they twin'de
And matching with high names their apish pride, O’er every learned school aye, claim'd they to preside.
All, used frequently by the old English Poets for although,
? In antique garbs (for modern they disdaind)
By Greek and Roman artists * whilom made,
Of various woofs, and variously diftain'd
With tints of every hue, were they array'd ;
And here and there ambitiously display'd
A purple shred of some rich robe, prepar'd.
Erft by the Muses or th’ Aonian Maid,
To deck great. Tullius or the Mantuan Bard; - LVhich o’er each motley vest with uncouth fplendor
And well their outward vesture did express
The bent and habit of their inward mind,
Affecting Wisdom's antiquated dress,
And usages by time cast far behind.
Thence, to the charms of younger science blind,
The customs, laws, the learning, arts and phrase
Of their own countries they with scorn declin'd;
Ne facred truth herself would they embrace, Unwarranted, unknown in their fore-fathers' days.
Thus ever backward casting their survey;
To Rome's old ruins and the
forlorn Of elder Athens, which in prospect lay Stretch'd out beneath the mountain, would they turn
Their busy search, and o'er the rubbish mourn.
Then, gathering up with superstitious care
Each little scrap, however foul or torn,
In grave harangues they boldly would declare,
This Ennius, Varro; This the Stagirite did wear.
Yet, under names of venerable found, .
While o'er the world they stretch'd their awful rod;
Through all the provinces of Learning own'd
For teachers of whate'er is wife and good.
Alse from each region to their * drad abode
Came youth unnumber'd, crowding all to taste
The streams of Science; which united flow'd
Adown the mount, from nine rich fources caft;
And to the vale below in one rude torrent pass’d.
O’er every source, protectress of the stream,
One of those Virgin Sisters did preside;
Who, dignifying with her noble name
Her proper flood, aye pour’d into the tide
The heady vapours of scholastic pride
Despotical and abject, bold and blind,
Fierce in debate, and forward to decide ;
Vain love of praise, with adulation join'd,
And disingenuous fcorn, and impotence of mind.
Extending from the hill on every side,
In circuit vast a verdant valley spread ;
Across whose uniform flat bosom glide
Ten thousand streams, in winding mazes-led,«
By various sluices from one common head;
A turbid mass of waters, vast, profound,
Hight of Philology the lake; and fed
By that rude torrent, which with roaring found
Came tumbling from the hill, and flow'd the level
And every where this spacious valley o'er,
Fast by each stream was seen a numerous throng
Of beardless ítriplings to the birch-crown’d More
By nurses, guardians, fathers, dragg’d along :
Who, helpless, meek, and innocent of wrong,
Were torn reluctant from the tender side
Of their fond mothers, and by * faitours strong,
By power made insolent, and hard by pride,
Were driven with furious rage, and lash'd into the tide.
On the rude bank with trembling feet they stood,
And, casting round their oft-reverted eyes,
If haply they mote 'scape the hated flood,
Fill'd all the plain with lamentable cries;
* Faitour, doer, from faire, to do, and fait, d.ed, com:nonly used by. Spencer in a bafense.
But far away th’ unheeding father flies,
Conftrain'd his strong compunctions to repress;
While close behind, assuming the disguise
Of nurturing care, and finiling tenderness,
With secret scourges arm’d, those grielly faitours press.
As on the steepy margin of a brook,
When the young sun with flowery Maia rides :
With innocent dismay a bleating flock
Crowd back, affrighted at the rolling tides :
The shepherd-swain at first exhorting chides
Their * seely fear; at length impatient grown,
With his rude crook he wounds their tender fides;
And, all regardless of their piteous moan,
Into the dashing wave compels them furious down.
Thus urg'd by mastering fear and dolorous + teen
Into the current plung'd that infant crowd.
Right piteous was the spectacle, I ween,
Of tender striplings stain’d with tears and blood,
Perforce confiicting with the bitter flood ;
And labouring to attain the distant shore,
Where holding forth the gown of manhood stood
The syren Liberty, and ever-more
Solicited their hearts with her inchanting lore.