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Oh for a lodge in some vast wilderness',
1 Oh that I had in the wilderness a lodging place, that I might leave my people and go from them.— Jeremiuh, ix. 2.
: Not remembering that he is (as old Fuller says) “ the image of God cut in ebony."
Make enemies of nations who had else
Sure there is need of social intercourse,
Between the nations, in a world that seems
50 To toll the death-bell of its own decease, And by the voice of all its elements To preach the general doom? When were the winds Let slip with such a warrant to destroy ? When did the waves so haughtily o’erleap Their ancient barriers, deluging the dry ? Fire from beneath, and meteors5 from above Portentous, unexampled, unexplained, Have kindled beacons in the skies; and the old And crazy earth has had her shaking fits More frequent, and foregone her usual rest. Is it a time to wrangle, when the props And pillars of our planet seem to fail, And Nature? with a dim and sickly eye To wait the close of all ? But grant her end 65 More distant, and that prophecy demands A longer respite, unaccomplished yet; Still they are frowning signals, and bespeak Displeasure in his breast who smites the earth Or heals it, makes it languish or rejoice.
3 Alluding to the late calamities at Jamaica. C. * Cry havock, and let slip the dogs of war.
Julius Cæsar, act iii. August 18, 1783. C. 6 Is it a time to receive money, and to receive garments, &c.
2 Kings, v. 26. Are not you moved, when all the sway of earth
Shakes, like a thing unfirm ? Julius Casar. Act i. ? Alluding to the fog that covered both Europe and Asia during the whole summer of 1783. C.
And 'tis but seemly, that where all deserve
80 While God performs upon the trembling stage Of his own works, his dreadful part alone. How does the earth receive him ?—with what signs Of gratulation and delight, her king ? Pours she not all her choicest fruits abroad, 85 Her sweetest flowers, her aromatic gums, Disclosing paradise where'er he treads ? She quakes at his approach. Her hollow womb Conceiving thunders, through a thousand deeps And fiery caverns roars beneath his foot.
90 The hills move lightly 10 and the mountains smoke,
8 Where cattle pastured late, now scattered lies
With carcasses and arms, the ensanguined field
Par. Lost, xi, 659.
Milton. Sonnet 18. 9 All the merry hearted do sigh. The mirth of tabrets ceaseth, the noise of them that rejoice endeth, the joy of the harp ceaseth. The city of confusion is broken down.
Isaiah, xxiv. 10 I beheld the mountains, and they trembled, and all the hills moved lightly.-- Jeremiah, iv. 24.
For He has touch'd them. From the extremest point
insatiable. Immense The tumult and the overthrow, the pangs And agonies of human and of brute
105 Multitudes, fugitive on every side, And fugitive in vain. The sylvan scene Migrates uplifted, and with all its soil Alighting in far distant fields, finds out A new possessor, and survives the change. 110 Ocean has caught the frenzy, and upwrought To an enormous and o’erbearing height, Not by a mighty wind, but by that voice Which winds and waves obey, invades the shore Resistless. Never such a sudden flood, Upridged so high, and sent on such a charge, Possess'd an inland scene. Where now the throng That press'd the beach, and hasty to depart Look’d to the sea for safety? They are gone, Gone with the refluent wave into the deep, 120 A prince with half his people. Ancient towers, And roofs embattled high, the gloomy scenes Where beauty oft and letter'd worth consume