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Of things, the great Artificer portrays
His own immense idea. Various names
These among mortals bear, as various signs
They use, and by peculiar organs speak

To human sense. There are who by the flight
Of air through tubes with moving stops distinct,
Or by extended chords in measure taught
To vibrate, can assemble powerful sounds
Expressing every temper of the mind

From every cause, and charming all the soul
With passion void of care. Others meantime
The rugged mass of metal, wood, or stone,
Patiently taming; or with easier hand

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Describing lines, and with more ample scope
Uniting colours, can to general sight
Produce those permanent and perfect forms,
Those characters of heroes and of gods,
Which from the crude materials of the world,
Their own high minds created. But the chief
Are poets; eloquent men, who dwell on earth
To clothe whate'er the soul admires or loves
With language and with numbers. Hence to these
A field is open'd wide as Nature's sphere;
Nay, wider: various as the sudden acts
Of human wit, and vast as the demands

Of human will. The bard nor length nor depth,
Nor place nor form controls. To eyes, to ears,
To every organ of the copious mind,

He offereth all its treasures. Him the hours,
The seasons him obey; and changeful Time

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PLEASURES OF THE IMAGINATION.

Sees him at will keep measure with his flight,
At will outstrip it. To enhance his toil,
He summoneth from the uttermost extent
Of things which God hath taught him, every form
Auxiliar, every power; and all beside
Excludes imperious. His prevailing hand
Gives to corporeal essence life and sense,
And every stately function of the soul.
The soul itself to him obsequious lies,
Like matter's passive heap; and as he wills
To reason and affection he assigns
Their just alliances, their just degrees:
Whence his peculiar honours; whence the race
Of men who people his delightful world,
Men genuine and according to themselves,
Transcend as far the uncertain sons of earth,
As earth itself to his delightful world,
The palm of spotless Beauty doth resign.

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ODES ON SEVERAL SUBJECTS.

IN TWO BOOKS.

BOOK I.-ODE L1

PREFACE.

1.

ON zonder verdant hillock laid,

Where oaks and elms, a friendly shade,

O'erlook the falling stream,

O master of the Latin lyre,
Awhile with thee will I retire

From summer's noontide beam.

II.

And lo, within my lonely bower,

The industrious bee from many a flower

Collects her balmy dews:

"For me," she sings, "the gems are born,

For me their silken robe adorn,

Their fragant breath diffuse."

III.

Sweet murmurer! may no rude storm

This hospitable scene deform,

Nor check thy gladsome toils;

Still

may the buds unsullied spring, Still showers and sunshine court thy wing

To these ambrosial spoils.

dew?

IV.

Nor shall my Muse hereafter fail
Her fellow-labourer thee to hail;
And lucky be the strains!
For long ago did Nature frame
Your seasons and your arts the same,
Your pleasures and your pains.

V.

Like thee, in lowly, sylvan scenes,
On river banks and flowery greens,
My Muse delighted plays;
Nor through the desert of the air,
Though swans or eagles triumph there,
With fond ambition strays.

VI.

Nor where the boding raven chaunts,
Nor near the owl's unhallow'd haunts,
Will she her cares employ;
But flies from ruins and from tombs,
From Superstition's horrid glooms,
To daylight and to joy.

VII.

Nor will she tempt the barren waste; Nor deigns the lurking strength to taste

Of any noxious thing;

But leaves with scorn to Envy's use The insipid nightshade's baneful juice, The nettle's sordid sting.