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Or a fierce fever hurries him to Hell.
Where reason proves too weak, or void of wiles For, as the body through unnumber'd strings To cope with subtle or impetuous powers, Reverberates each vibration of the soul;
I would invoke new passions 10 your aid : As is the passion, such is still the pain
With indignation would extinguish fear; The body feels: or chronic, or acute.
With fear, or generous pity, vanquish rage; And oft a sudden storm at once o'erpowers And love with pride; and force to force oppose. The life, or gives your reason to the winds.
There is a charm, a power, that sways the breast Such fates attend the rash alarm of fear,
Bids every passion revel or be still; And sudden grief, and rage, and sudden joy. Inspires with rage, or all your cares dissolves ;
There are, meantime, to whom the boist'rous fit Can soothe distraction, and almost despair. Is health, and only fills the sails of life.
That power is music: far beyond the stretch For where the mind a torpid winter leads, or those unmeaning warblers on our stage; Wrapt in a body corpulent and cold,
Those clumsy heroes, those fat-headed gods, And each clogg'd function lazily moves on; Who move no passion justly but contempt: A generous sally spurns th' incumbent load, Who, like our dancers (light indeed and strong!) Unlocks the breast, and gives a cordial glow. Do wondrous feats, but never heard of grace. But if your wrathful blood is apt to boil,
The fault is ours; we bear those monstrous arts; Or are your nerves too irritably strung,
Good Heaven! we praise them: we, with loudest Waive all dispute ; be cautious, if you joke;
peals Keep Lent for ever, and forswear the bowl.
Applaud the fool that highest lifts his heels;
of idiot notes impertinently long.
While choler works, good friend, you may be wrong. Breathes a gay rapture through your thrilling breasts Distrust yourself, and sleep before you fight. Or melts the hearts with airs divinely sad ; 'Tis not too late to-morrow to be brave;
Or wakes to horror the tremendous strings. If honor bids, to-morrow kill or die.
Such was the bard, whose heavenly strains of old But calm advice against a raging fit
Appeas'd the fiend of melancholy Saul. Avails too little; and it braves the power Such was, if old and heathen fame say true, or all that ever taught in prose or song,
The man who bade the Theban domes ascend,
Sooth'd even th' inexorable powers of Hell,
Music exalts each joy, allays each grief,
Expels discases, softens every pain, Fierce and insidious, violent and slow :
Subdues the rage of poison and of plague, With all that urge or lure us on to fate :
And hence the wise of ancient days ador'd What resuge shall we seek ? what arms prepare? One power of physic melody, and song
JOSEPH Warton, D. D., born in 1722, was the Pope.” Scarcely any work of the kind has afforded eldest son of the Rev. Thomas Warton, poetry-pro- more entertainment, from the vivacity of its refessor at Oxford, and Vicar of Basingstoke. He marks, the taste displayed in its criticisms, and the received his early education under his father, and at various anecdotes of which it became the vehicle ; the age of fourteen was admitted on the foundation though some of the last were of a freer cast than at Winchester school. He was afterwards entered perfectly became his character. This reason, perof Oriel College, Oxford, where he assiduously cul- haps, caused the second volume to be kept back till tivated his literary taste, and composed some pieces twenty-six years after. In 1766 he was advanced of poetry, which were afterwards printed. Having to the post of head-master of Winchester school, on taken the degree of B. D., he became curate to his which occasion he visited Oxford, and took the defather at Basingstoke ; and in 1746 removed to a grees of bachelor and doctor of divinity. similar employment at Chelsea. In 1748 he was The remainder of his life was chiefly occupied by presented by the Duke of Bolton to the rectory schemes of publications, and by new preferments, of Winslade, soon after which he married. He ac- of the last of which he obtained a good share, though companied his patron in 1751 on a tour to the of moderate rank. In 1793 he closed his long lasouth of France; and after his return he completed bors at Winchester by a resignation of the masteran edition of Virgil, in Latin and English; of ship, upon which he retired to his rectory of Wickwhich the Eclogues and Georgics were his own ham. Still fond of literary employment, he ac. composition, the Eneid was the version of Pitt. cepted a proposal of the booksellers to superintend Warton also contributed notes on the whole, and an cdition of Pope's works, which was completed, added three preliminary essays, on pastoral, didac. in 1797, in nine vols. 8vo. Oiher engagements still tic, and epic poetry. When the Adventurer was pursued him, till his death, in his 78th year, Febundertaken by Dr. Hawkesworth, Warton, through ruary, 1800. The Wiccamists attested their regard the medium of Dr. Johnson, was invited to become to his niemory, by erecting an elegant monument i contributor, and his compliance with this request over his tomb in Winchester cathedral. produced twenty-four papers, of which the greater The poems of Dr. Warton consist of miscellapart were essays on critical topics.
neous and occasional pieces, displaying a cultivated In 1755 he was elected second master of Win- taste, and an exercised imagination, but without any chester school, with the accompanying advantage of claim to originality. His “Ode to Fancy,” first a boarding-house. In the following year there ap- published in Dodsley's collection, is perhaps that peared, but without his name, the first volume, which has been the most admired. 8vo., of his “ Essay on the Writings and Genius of
ODE TO FANCY.
O PARENT of each lovely Muse,
To Gothic churches, vaults, and tombs,
Now let us louder strike the lyre,