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Athenians thus not less intrepid burst
The bonds of tyrant darkness, than they spurn'd
The Persian chains: while through the city, full
Of mirthful quarrel and of witty war,
Incessant struggled taste refining taste,
And friendly free discussion, calling forth
From the fair jewel Truth its latent ray.
O’er all shone out the great "Athenian Sage,
And Father of Philosophy: the sun,
From whose white blaze emerg'd, each various sect
Took various teints, but with diminish'd beam.
Tutor of Athens! he, in every street,
Dealt priceless treasure : goodness his delight,
Wisdom his wealth, and glory his reward.
Deep through the human heart, with playful art,
His simple question stole; as into truth,
And serious deeds, he smild the laughing race;
Taught moral happy life, whate'er can bless,
grace mankind;

and what he taught he was.
Compounded high, thongla plain, his doctrine broke
In different Schools. The bold poetic phrase
Of figurd Plato; Xenophon's pure strain,
Like the clear brook that steals along the vale;
Dissecting truth, the Stagyrite's keen eye;
The exalted Stoic pride; the Cynic sneer;
The slow-consenting Academic doubt;
And, joining bliss to virtue, the glad ease
Of Epicurus, seldom understood.
They, ever-candid, reason still oppos'd
To reason; and, since virtue was their aim,
Each by sure practice try'd to prove his way
The best. Then stood untouch'd the solid base

10 Socrates.

Of Liberty, the Liberty of mind :
For systems yet, and soul-enslaving creeds,
Slept with the monsters of succeeding times.
From priestly darkness sprung the' enlightening arts
Of tire, and sword, and rage, and horrid names.

O Greece! thou sapient nurse of finer arts !
Which to bright science blooming fancy bore,
Be this thy praise, that thou, and thou alone,
In these hast led the way, in these excell’d,
Crown'd with the laurel of assenting Time.

In thy full language, speaking mighty things ;
Like a clear torrent close, or else diffus'd
A broad majestic stream, and rolling on
Through all the winding harmony of sound:
In it the power of Eloquence, at large,
Breath'd the persuasive or pathetic soul;
Still’d by degrees the democratic storm,
Or bade it threatving rise, and tyrants shook,
Flush'd at the head of their victorious troops.
In it the Muse, her fury never quench'd,
By mean unyielding phrase, or jarring sound,
Her unconfin'd divinity display'd;
And, still harmonious, form'd it to her will:
Or soft depress’d it to the shepherd's moan,
Or rais'd it swelling to the tongue of Gods.

Heroic song was thine; the " fountain Bard,
Whence each poetic stream derives its course.
Thine the dread moral scene, thy chief delight !
Where idle Fancy durst not mix her voice,
When Reason spoke august; the fervent heart
Or plain'd, or storm’d; and in the’impassion'd man,
Concealing art with art, the poet sunk.

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This potent school of manners, but when left
To loose neglect, a land-corrupting plague,
Was not unworthy deem'd of public care,
And boundless cost, by thee; whose every son,
Ev'n last mechanic, the true taste possess'd
Of what had flavour to the nourish'd soul.

The sweet enforcer of the poet's strain,
Thine was the meaning music of the heart.
Not the vain trill, that, void of passion, runs
In giddy mazes, tickling idle ears;
But that deep-searching voice, and artful hand,
To which respondent shakes the varied soul.

Thy fair ideas, thy delightful forms, By Love imagin'd, by the Graces touch'd, The boast of well-pleas'd Nature! Sculpture seiz’d, And bade them ever smile in Parian stone. Selecting Beauty's choice, and that again Exalting, blending in a perfect whole, Thy workmen left even Nature's self behind. From those far different, whose prolific hand Peoples a nation; they for years on years, By the cool touches of judicious toil, Their rapid genius curbing, pour'd it all Through the live features of one breathing stone. There, beaming full, it shone; expressing Gods : Jove's awful brow, Apollo's air divine, The fierce atrocious frown of sinewed Mars, Or the sly graces of the Cyprian Queen, Minutely perfect all! Each dimple sunk, And every muscle swell’d, as nature taught. In tresses, braided gay, the marble wav'd; Flow'd in loose robes, or thin transparent veils; Sprung into motion ; soften'd into flesh; Was fir'd to passion, or refin’d to soul.

Nor less thy pencil, with creative touch, Shed mimic life, when all thy brightest dames, Assembled, Zeuxis in his Helen mix'd. And when Apelles, who peculiar knew To give a grace that more than mortal smil'd, The soul of beauty! call’d the Queen of Love, Fresh from the billows, blushing orient charms. Even such enchantment then thy pencil pour’d, That cruel-thoughted War the’ impatient torch Dash'd to the ground; and, rather than destroy The 12 patriot picture, let the city scape.

First elder Sculpure taught her sister art Correct design ; where great ideas shone, And in the secret trace expression spoke : Taught her the graceful attitude; the turn, And beauteous airs of head; the native act, Or bold, or easy; and, cast free behind, The swelling mantle's well-adjusted flow. Then the bright Muse, their eldest sister, came; And bade her follow where she led the way : Bade earth, and sea, and air, in colours rise ; And copious action on the canvass glow: Gave her gay Fable; spread Invention's store ; Inlarg'd her View ; taught Composition high, And just Arrangement, circling round one point, That starts to sight, binds and commands the whole. Caught from the heavenly Muse a nobler aim, And scorning the soft trade of mere delight,

12 When Demetrius besieged Rhodes, and could have reduced the city, by setting fire to that quarter of it where stood the house of the celebrated Protogenes; he chose rather to raise the siege, than hazard the burning of a famous picture called Jasylus, the niaster-piece of that painter.

O'er all thy temples, porticos, and schools,
Heroic deeds she trac'd, and warm display'd
Each moral beauty to the ravish'd eye.
There, as the' imagin'd presence of the God
Arous'd the mind, or vacant hours induc'd
Calm contemplation, or assembled youth
Burn'd in ambitious circle round the sage,
The living lesson stole into the heart,
With more prevailing force than dwells in words.
These rouze to glory; while, to rural life,
The softer canvass oft repos'd the soul.
There gayly broke the sun-illumin’d cloud ;
The less’ning prospect, and the mountain blue,
Vanish'd in air ; the precipice frown'd, dire;
White, down the rock, the rushing torrent dash'd;
The sun shone, trembling, o'er the distant main;
The tempest foam'd, immense ; the driving storm
Sadden'd the skies, and, from the doubling gloom,
On the scath'd oak the ragged lightning fell;
In closing shades, and where the current strays,
With Peace, and Love, and Innocence around,
Pip'd the lone shepherd to his feeding flock :
Round happy parents smild their younger selves;
And friends convers’d, by death divided long.

To public virtue thus the smiling arts,
Unblemish'd handmaids, serv'd ; the Graces they
To dress this fairest Venus. Thus reverd,
And plac'd beyond the reach of sordid care,
The high awarders of immortal fame,
Alone for glory thy great masters strove ;
Courted by kings, and hy contending states
Assum'd the boasted honour of their birth.

In Architecture too thy rank supreme ! That art where most magnificent appears

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