In that soft season,[1]when descending show'rs[2]Call forth the greens, and wake the rising flow'rs;[3]When opening buds salute the welcome day,[4]And earth relenting[5]feels the genial ray;As balmy sleep had charmed my cares to rest,5And love itself was banished from my breast,[6](What time the morn mysterious visions brings,[7]While purer slumbers spread their golden wings)A train of phantoms in wild order rose,And joined, this intellectual scene[8]compose.10I stood, methought, betwixt earth, seas, and skies;[9]The whole creation open to my eyes:In air self-balanced hung the globe below,[10]Where mountains rise, and circling oceans flow;Here naked rocks, and empty wastes were seen,15There tow'ry cities, and the forests green;Here sailing ships delight the wand'ring eyes;There trees, and intermingled temples rise:[11]Now a clear sun the shining scene displays;[12]The transient landscape now in clouds decays.20O'er the wide prospect as I gazed around,Sudden I heard a wild promiscuous sound,Like broken thunders that at distance roar,Or billows murm'ring on the hollow shore:[13]Then, gazing up, a glorious pile beheld,25Whose tow'ring summit ambient clouds concealed.High on a rock of ice the structure lay,[14]Steep its ascent, and slipp'ry was the way;[15]The wondrous rock like Parian marble shone,And seemed, to distant sight, of solid stone.30Inscriptions here of various names I viewed,[16]The greater part by hostile time subdued;Yet wide was spread their fame in ages past,And poets once had promised they should last.Some fresh engraved appeared of wits renowned;35I looked again, nor could their trace be found.Critics I saw, that other names deface,And fix their own, with labour, in their place:Their own, like others, soon their place resigned,Or disappeared, and left the first behind.40Nor was the work impaired by storms alone,[17]But felt th' approaches of too warm a sun;For Fame, impatient of extremes, decaysNot more by envy than excess of praise.[18]Yet part no injuries of heav'n could feel,[19]45Like crystal faithful to the graving steel:The rock's high summit, in the temple's shade,Nor heat could melt, nor beating storm invade.Their names inscribed unnumbered ages pastFrom time's first birth, with time itself shall last;50These ever new, nor subject to decays,Spread, and grow brighter with the length of days.So Zembla's rocks (the beauteous work of frost)[20]Rise white in air, and glitter o'er the coast;Pale suns, unfelt, at distance roll away,55And on th' impassive ice the lightnings play;Eternal snows the growing mass supply,Till the bright mountains prop th' incumbent sky[21]:As Atlas fixed, each hoary pile appears,[22]The gathered winter of a thousand years.[23]60On this foundation Fame's high temple stands;Stupendous pile! not reared by mortal hands.[24]Whate'er proud Rome or artful Greece beheld,Or elder Babylon, its frame excelled.Four faces had the dome,[25]and ev'ry face65Of various structure, but of equal grace:Four brazen gates, on columns lifted high,[26]Salute the diff'rent quarters of the sky.[27]Here fabled chiefs in darker ages born,Or worthies old, whom arms or arts adorn,[28]70Who cities raised, or tamed a monstrous race,The walls in venerable order grace.[29]Heroes in animated marble frown,[30]And legislators seem to think in stone.Westward, a sumptuous frontispiece appeared,75On Doric pillars of white marble reared,[31]Crowned with an architrave of antique mold,And sculpture rising on the roughened gold,[32]In shaggy spoils here Theseus was beheld,[33]And Perseus dreadful with Minerva's shield:[34]80There great Alcides stooping with his toil,Rests on his club, and holds th' Hesperian spoil.[35]Here Orpheus sings; trees moving to the soundStart from their roots, and form a shade around:Amphion there the loud-creating lyre85Strikes,[36]and beholds a sudden Thebes aspire!Cithæron's echoes answer to his call,And half the mountain rolls into a wall:There might you see the length'ning spires ascend,The domes swell up, the widening arches bend,90The growing tow'rs like exhalations rise,[37]And the huge columns heave into the skies.[38]The Eastern front was glorious to behold,With di'mond flaming and barbaric gold.[39]There Ninus shone, who spread th' Assyrian fame,95And the great founder of the Persian name:[40]There in long robes the royal Magi stand,Grave Zoroaster waves the circling wand,The sage Chaldæans, robed in white, appeared,[41]And Brachmans, deep in desert woods revered.[42]100These stopped the moon, and called th' unbodied shadesTo midnight banquets in the glimm'ring glades;Made visionary fabrics round them rise,And airy spectres skim before their eyes;[43]Of talismans and sigils knew the pow'r,105And careful watched the planetary hour.[44]Superior, and alone, Confucius stood,[45]Who taught that useful science, to be good.But on the South, a long majestic raceOf Egypt's priests the gilded niches grace,110Who measured earth, described the starry spheres,And traced the long records of lunar years.[46]High on his car, Sesostris struck my view,Whom sceptered slaves in golden harness drew:His hands a bow and pointed jav'lin hold;[47]115His giant limbs are armed in scales of gold.[48]Between the statues obelisks were placed,And the learn'd walls with hieroglyphics graced.[49]Of Gothic structure was the Northern side,[50]O'erwrought with ornaments of barb'rous pride:120There huge Colosses rose, with trophies crowned,And Runic characters were graved around.There sat Zamolxis with erected eyes,[51]And Odin here in mimic trances dies.[52]There on rude iron columns, smeared with blood,[53]125The horrid forms of Scythian heroes stood,Druids and bards[54](their once loud harps unstrung),And youths that died to be by poets sung.These, and a thousand more, of doubtful fame,To whom old fables gave a lasting name,130In ranks adorned the temple's outward face;The wall in lustre and effect like glass,Which o'er each object casting various dyes,Enlarges some, and others multiplies:[55]Nor void of emblem was the mystic wall,135For thus romantic Fame increases all.The temple shakes, the sounding gates unfold,[56]Wide vaults appear, and roofs of fretted gold:[57]Raised on a thousand pillars, wreathed aroundWith laurel-foliage, and with eagles crowned:140Of bright transparent beryl were the walls,[58]The friezes gold, and gold the capitals:As heav'n with stars, the roof with jewels glows,And ever-living lamps depend in rows.[59]Full in the passage of each spacious gate,145The sage historians in white garments wait;[60]Graved o'er their seats the form of Time was found,His scythe reversed, and both his pinions bound.Within stood heroes, who through loud alarmsIn bloody fields pursued renown in arms.150High on a throne with trophies charged, I viewedThe youth that all things but himself subdued;[61]His feet on sceptres and tiaras trod,And his horned head belied the Libyan god.[62]There Cæsar, graced with both Minervas,[63]shone;155Cæsar, the world's great master, and his own;[64]Unmoved, superior still in ev'ry state,And scarce detested in his country's fate.[65]But chief were those, who not for empire fought,But with their toils their people's safety bought:160High o'er the rest Epaminondas stood;[66]Timoleon, glorious in his brother's blood;[67]Bold Scipio, saviour of the Roman state;Great in his triumphs, in retirement great;And wise Aurelius, in whose well-taught mind,}165With boundless pow'r, unbounded virtue joined,}His own strict judge, and patron of mankind,[68]}Much-suff'ring heroes next their honours claim,Those of less noisy, and less guilty fame,[69]Fair Virtue's silent train:[70]supreme of these170Here ever shines the godlike Socrates:He whom ungrateful Athens could expel,At all times just, but when he signed the shell:[71]Here his abode the martyred Phocion claims,[72]With Agis, not the last of Spartan names:[73]175Unconquered Cato shows the wound he tore,[74]And Brutus his ill Genius meets no more.[75]But in the centre of the hallowed choir,[76]Six pompous columns o'er the rest aspire;[77]Around the shrine itself of Fame they stand,180Hold the chief honours, and the fane command.High on the first, the mighty Homer shone;[78]Eternal adamant composed his throne;Father of verse! in holy fillets drest,His silver beard waved gently o'er his breast;185Though blind, a boldness in his looks appears;In years he seemed, but not impaired by years.The wars of Troy were round the pillar seen:Here fierce Tydides wounds the Cyprian queen;Here Hector, glorious from Patroclus' fall,190Here dragged in triumph round the Trojan wall:[79]Motion and life did ev'ry part inspire,Bold was the work, and proved the master's fire;A strong expression most he seemed t' affect,And here and there disclosed a brave neglect.195A golden column next in rank appear'd,On which a shrine of purest gold was rear'd;Finished the whole, and laboured ev'ry part,With patient touches of unwearied art:The Mantuan there in sober triumph sate,200Composed his posture, and his looks sedate;[80]On Homer still he fixed a rev'rent eye,Great without pride, in modest majesty.[81]In living sculpture[82]on the sides were spreadThe Latian wars, and haughty Turnus dead;205Eliza stretched upon the fun'ral pyre,Æneas bending with his aged sire:Troy flamed in burning gold, and o'er the throne"Arms and the man" in golden ciphers shone.Four swans sustain a car of silver bright,[83]210With heads advanced, and pinions stretched for flight:[84]Here, like some furious prophet, Pindar rode,And seem'd to labour with th' inspiring god.Across the harp a careless hand he flings,And boldly sinks into the sounding strings.[85]215The figured games of Greece the column grace,Neptune and Jove survey the rapid race.The youths hang o'er the chariots as they run;The fiery steeds seem starting from the stone;The champions in distorted postures threat,[86]220And all appeared irregularly great.Here happy Horace tuned th' Ausonian lyreTo sweeter sounds, and tempered Pindar's fire:Pleased with Aleæus' manly rage t'infuseThe softer spirit of the Sapphic muse.[87]225The polished pillar diff'rent sculptures grace;A work outlasting monumental brass.Here smiling loves and bacchanals appear,The Julian star,[88]and great Augustus here.The doves that round the infant poet spread230Myrtles and bays, hung hov'ring o'er his head.Here in a shrine that cast a dazzling light,Sat fixed in thought the mighty Stagirite;His sacred head a radiant zodiac crowned,[89]And various animals his sides surround;[90]235His piercing eyes, erect, appear to viewSuperior worlds,[91]and look all nature through.With equal rays immortal Tully shone,The Roman rostra decked the consul's throne:Gath'ring his flowing robe, he seemed to stand240In act to speak, and graceful stretched his hand.[92]Behind, Rome's genius waits with civic crowns,And the great father of his country owns.These massy columns in a circle rise,O'er which a pompous dome invades the skies:[93]245Scarce to the top I stretched my aching sight,So large it spread, and swelled to such a height.Full in the midst proud Fame's imperial seat[94]With jewels blazed, magnificently great;The vivid em'ralds there revive the eye,250The flaming rubies show their sanguine dye,Bright azure rays from lively sapphires stream,And lucid amber casts a golden gleam.With various-coloured light the pavement shone,And all on fire appeared the glowing throne;255The dome's high arch reflects the mingled blaze,And forms a rainbow of alternate rays.When on the goddess first I cast my sight,Scarce seemed her stature of a cubit's height;[95]But swelled to larger size, the more I gazed,260Till to the roof her tow'ring front she raised.With her, the temple ev'ry moment grew,And ampler vistas opened to my view:Upward the columns shoot, the roofs ascend,And arches widen, and long aisles extend.[96]265Such was her form, as ancient bards have told,Wings raise her arms, and wings her feet infold;A thousand busy tongues the goddess bears,And thousand open eyes, and thousand list'ning ears.[97]Beneath, in order ranged, the tuneful Nine270(Her virgin handmaids) still attend the shrine.[98]With eyes on Fame for ever fixed, they sing;For Fame they raise the voice, and tune the string;With time's first birth began the heav'nly lays,And last, eternal, through the length of days.275Around these wonders as I cast a look,The trumpet sounded, and the temple shook,And all the nations, summoned at the call,From diff'rent quarters fill the crowded hall:Of various tongues the mingled sounds were heard;280In various garbs promiscuous throngs appeared;[99]Thick as the bees that with the spring renewTheir flow'ry toils, and sip the fragrant dew,When the winged colonies first tempt the sky,O'er dusky fields and shaded waters fly,285Or settling, seize the sweets the blossoms yield,And a low murmur runs along the field.[100]Millions of suppliant crowds the shrine attend,And all degrees before the goddess bend;[101]The poor, the rich, the valiant, and the sage,290And boasting youth, and narrative old age.[102]Their pleas were diff'rent, their request the same:For good and bad alike are fond of fame.Some she disgraced, and some with honours crowned;[103]Unlike successes equal merits found.[104]295Thus her blind sister, fickle Fortune, reigns,And, undiscerning, scatters crowns and chains.First at the shrine the learned world appear,And to the goddess thus prefer their prayer.Long have we sought t' instruct and please mankind,300With studies pale, with midnight vigils blind;But thanked by few, rewarded yet by none,We here appeal to thy superior throne:On wit and learning the just prize bestow,For fame is all we must expect below.305The goddess heard, and bade the muses raiseThe golden trumpet of eternal praise:[105]From pole to pole the winds diffuse the sound,That fills the circuit of the world around;Not all at once, as thunder breaks the cloud;310The notes at first were rather sweet than loud:By just degrees they ev'ry moment rise,Fill the wide earth, and gain upon the skies,At ev'ry breath were balmy odours shed,Which still grew sweeter as they wider spread;[106]315Less fragrant scents th' unfolding rose exhales,Or spices breathing in Arabian gales.Next these the good and just, an awful train,Thus on their knees address the sacred fane.Since living virtue is with envy cursed,320And the best men are treated like the worst,Do thou, just goddess, call our merits forth,And give each deed th' exact intrinsic worth.[107]Not with bare justice shall your act be crowned,(Said Fame,) but high above desert renowned:[108]325Let fuller notes th' applauding world amaze,And the loud clarion labour in your praise.This band dismissed, behold another crowdPreferred the same request, and lowly bowed;The constant tenour of whose well spent days330No less deserved a just return of praise.But straight the direful trump of slander sounds;Through the big dome the doubling thunder bounds;Loud as the burst of cannon rends the skies,The dire report through ev'ry region flies,335In ev'ry ear incessant rumours rung,And gath'ring scandals grew on ev'ry tongue.From the black trumpet's rusty concave brokeSulphureous flames, and clouds of rolling smoke:[109]The pois'nous vapour blots the purple skies,340And withers all before it as it flies.A troop came next, who crowns and armour wore,And proud defiance in their looks they bore:For thee, (they cried,) amidst alarms and strife,We sailed in tempests down the stream of life;345For thee whole nations filled with flames and blood,And swam to empire through the purple flood.Those ills we dared, thy inspiration own,What virtue seemed, was done for thee alone.Ambitious fools! (the queen replied, and frowned)350Be all your acts in dark oblivion drowned;There sleep forgot, with mighty tyrants gone,Your statues mouldered, and your names unknown![110]A sudden cloud straight snatched them from my sight,And each majestic phantom sunk in night.355Then came the smallest tribe I yet had seen;Plain was their dress, and modest was their mien.Great idol of mankind! we neither claimThe praise of merit, nor aspire to fame!But safe in deserts from th' applause of men,360Would die unheard of, as we lived unseen;'Tis all we beg thee, to conceal from sightThose acts of goodness, which themselves requite.O let us still the secret joy partake,To follow virtue ev'n for virtue's sake.[111]365And live there men, who slight immortal fame?Who then with incense shall adore our name?But, mortals! know, 'tis still our greatest prideTo blaze those virtues, which the good would hide.Rise! muses, rise! add all your tuneful breath,370These must not sleep in darkness and in death.She said: in air the trembling music floats,And on the winds triumphant swell the notes:[112]So soft, though high, so loud, and yet so clear,[113]Ev'n list'ning angels leaned from heav'n to hear:375To farthest shores th' ambrosial spirit flies,Sweet to the world, and grateful to the skies.Next these, a youthful train their vows expressed,[114]With feathers crowned, with gay embroid'ry dress'd,Hither, they cried, direct your eyes, and see380The men of pleasure, dress, and gallantry;Ours is the place at banquets, balls, and plays,Sprightly our nights, polite are all our days;Courts we frequent, where 'tis our pleasing careTo pay due visits, and address the fair:385In fact, 'tis true, no nymph we could persuade,But still in fancy vanquished ev'ry maid;Of unknown duchesses lewd tales we tell,Yet, would the world believe us, all were well.The joy let others have, and we the name,390And what we want in pleasure, grant in fame.[115]The queen assents, the trumpet rends the skies,And at each blast a lady's honour dies.[116]Pleased with the strange success, vast numbers pressedAround the shrine, and made the same request:395What! you (she cried) unlearn'd in arts to please,Slaves to yourselves, and ev'n fatigued with ease,[117]Who lose a length of undeserving days,Would you usurp the lover's dear-bought praise?To just contempt, ye vain pretenders, fall,400The people's fable, and the scorn of all.Straight the black clarion sends a horrid sound,Loud laughs burst out, and bitter scoffs fly round,Whispers are heard, with taunts reviling loud,And scornful hisses run through all the crowd.405Last, those who boast of mighty mischiefs done,Enslave their country, or usurp a throne;[118]Or who their glory's dire foundation laidOn sov'reigns ruined, or on friends betrayed;[119]Calm, thinking villains, whom no faith could fix,410Of crooked counsels and dark politics;Of these a gloomy tribe surround the throne,And beg to make th' immortal treasons known.The trumpet roars, long flaky flames expire,With sparks, that seemed to set the world on fire.415At the dread sound, pale mortals stood aghast,And startled nature trembled with the blast.This having heard and seen, some pow'r unknownStraight changed the scene, and snatched me from the throne.[120]Before my view appeared a structure fair,420Its site uncertain, if in earth or air;With rapid motion turned the mansion round;With ceaseless noise the ringing walls resound;Not less in number were the spacious doors,Than leaves on trees, or sands upon the shores;425Which still unfolded stand, by night, by day,Pervious to winds, and open ev'ry way.As flames by nature to the skies ascend,[121]As weighty bodies to the centre tend,As to the sea returning rivers roll,430And the touched needle trembles to the pole;Hither, as to their proper place, ariseAll various sounds from earth, and seas, and skies,Or spoke aloud, or whispered in the ear;Nor ever silence, rest, or peace is here.435As on the smooth expanse of crystal lakesThe sinking stone at first a circle makes;The trembling surface, by the motion stirred,Spreads in a second circle, then a third;Wide, and more wide, the floating rings advance,440Fill all the wat'ry plain, and to the margin dance:Thus ev'ry voice and sound, when first they break,On neighb'ring air a soft impression make;Another ambient circle then they move;That, in its turn, impels the next above;[122]445Through undulating[123]air the sounds are sent,And spread o'er all the fluid element.There, various news I heard of love and strife,Of peace and war, health, sickness, death, and life,Of loss and gain, of famine, and of store,450Of storms at sea, and travels on the shore,Of prodigies, and portents seen in air,Of fires and plagues, and stars with blazing hair,Of turns of fortune, changes in the state,The falls of fav'rites, projects of the great,455Of old mismanagements, taxations new:[124]All neither wholly false, nor wholly true.Above, below, without, within, around,Confused, unnumbered, multitudes are found,Who pass, repass, advance, and glide away;460Hosts raised by fear, and phantoms of a day:Astrologers, that future fates foreshew,Projectors, quacks, and lawyers not a few;And priests, and party-zealots, num'rous bandsWith home-born lies, or tales from foreign lands;465Each talked aloud, or in some secret place,And wild impatience stared in ev'ry face.[125]The flying rumours gathered as they rolled,Scarce any tale was sooner heard than told;And all who told it added something new,}470And all who heard it, made enlargements too;}In ev'ry ear it spread, on ev'ry tongue it grew.}Thus flying east and west, and north and south,News travelled with increase from mouth to mouth.So from a spark, that kindled first by chance,475With gath'ring force the quick'ning flames advance;[126]Till to the clouds their curling heads aspire,And tow'rs and temples sink in floods of fire.When thus ripe lies are to perfection sprung,Full grown, and fit to grace a mortal tongue,480Through thousand vents, impatient, forth they flow,And rush in millions on the world below.Fame sits aloft,[127]and points them out their course,Their date determines, and prescribes their force;Some to remain, and some to perish soon;485Or wane and wax, alternate, like the moon.Around, a thousand winged wonders fly,Borne by the trumpet's blast, and scattered through the sky.There, at one passage, oft you might survey,A lie and truth contending for the way;490And long 'twas doubtful, both so closely pent,Which first should issue through the narrow vent:At last agreed, together out they fly,Inseparable now, the truth and lie;[128]The strict companions are for ever joined,495And this or that unmixed, no mortal e'er shall find.While thus I stood, intent to see and hear,One came, methought, and whisper'd in my ear:[129]What could thus high thy rash ambition raise?Art thou, fond youth, a candidate for praise?500'Tis true, said I, not void of hopes I came,For who so fond as youthful bards of fame?But few, alas! the casual blessing boast,So hard to gain, so easy to be lost.[130]How vain that second life in others' breath,505Th' estate which wits inherit after death![131]Ease, health, and life, for this they must resign;Unsure the tenure, but how vast the fine!The great man's curse, without the gains, endure,Be envied, wretched, and be flattered, poor;510All luckless wits their enemies professed,And all successful, jealous friends at best.Nor fame I slight, nor for her favours call;She comes unlooked for, if she comes at all.But if the purchase cost so dear a price,515As soothing folly, or exalting vice;Oh! if the muse must flatter lawless sway,And follow still where fortune leads the way;[132]Or if no basis bear my rising name,But the fall'n ruins of another's fame;520Then teach me, heav'n! to scorn the guilty bays;Drive from my breast that wretched lust of praise;Unblemished let me live, or die unknown;Oh! grant an honest fame, or grant me none!
In that soft season,[1]when descending show'rs[2]Call forth the greens, and wake the rising flow'rs;[3]When opening buds salute the welcome day,[4]And earth relenting[5]feels the genial ray;As balmy sleep had charmed my cares to rest,5And love itself was banished from my breast,[6](What time the morn mysterious visions brings,[7]While purer slumbers spread their golden wings)A train of phantoms in wild order rose,And joined, this intellectual scene[8]compose.10I stood, methought, betwixt earth, seas, and skies;[9]The whole creation open to my eyes:In air self-balanced hung the globe below,[10]Where mountains rise, and circling oceans flow;Here naked rocks, and empty wastes were seen,15There tow'ry cities, and the forests green;Here sailing ships delight the wand'ring eyes;There trees, and intermingled temples rise:[11]Now a clear sun the shining scene displays;[12]The transient landscape now in clouds decays.20O'er the wide prospect as I gazed around,Sudden I heard a wild promiscuous sound,Like broken thunders that at distance roar,Or billows murm'ring on the hollow shore:[13]Then, gazing up, a glorious pile beheld,25Whose tow'ring summit ambient clouds concealed.High on a rock of ice the structure lay,[14]Steep its ascent, and slipp'ry was the way;[15]The wondrous rock like Parian marble shone,And seemed, to distant sight, of solid stone.30Inscriptions here of various names I viewed,[16]The greater part by hostile time subdued;Yet wide was spread their fame in ages past,And poets once had promised they should last.Some fresh engraved appeared of wits renowned;35I looked again, nor could their trace be found.Critics I saw, that other names deface,And fix their own, with labour, in their place:Their own, like others, soon their place resigned,Or disappeared, and left the first behind.40Nor was the work impaired by storms alone,[17]But felt th' approaches of too warm a sun;For Fame, impatient of extremes, decaysNot more by envy than excess of praise.[18]Yet part no injuries of heav'n could feel,[19]45Like crystal faithful to the graving steel:The rock's high summit, in the temple's shade,Nor heat could melt, nor beating storm invade.Their names inscribed unnumbered ages pastFrom time's first birth, with time itself shall last;50These ever new, nor subject to decays,Spread, and grow brighter with the length of days.So Zembla's rocks (the beauteous work of frost)[20]Rise white in air, and glitter o'er the coast;Pale suns, unfelt, at distance roll away,55And on th' impassive ice the lightnings play;Eternal snows the growing mass supply,Till the bright mountains prop th' incumbent sky[21]:As Atlas fixed, each hoary pile appears,[22]The gathered winter of a thousand years.[23]60On this foundation Fame's high temple stands;Stupendous pile! not reared by mortal hands.[24]Whate'er proud Rome or artful Greece beheld,Or elder Babylon, its frame excelled.Four faces had the dome,[25]and ev'ry face65Of various structure, but of equal grace:Four brazen gates, on columns lifted high,[26]Salute the diff'rent quarters of the sky.[27]Here fabled chiefs in darker ages born,Or worthies old, whom arms or arts adorn,[28]70Who cities raised, or tamed a monstrous race,The walls in venerable order grace.[29]Heroes in animated marble frown,[30]And legislators seem to think in stone.Westward, a sumptuous frontispiece appeared,75On Doric pillars of white marble reared,[31]Crowned with an architrave of antique mold,And sculpture rising on the roughened gold,[32]In shaggy spoils here Theseus was beheld,[33]And Perseus dreadful with Minerva's shield:[34]80There great Alcides stooping with his toil,Rests on his club, and holds th' Hesperian spoil.[35]Here Orpheus sings; trees moving to the soundStart from their roots, and form a shade around:Amphion there the loud-creating lyre85Strikes,[36]and beholds a sudden Thebes aspire!Cithæron's echoes answer to his call,And half the mountain rolls into a wall:There might you see the length'ning spires ascend,The domes swell up, the widening arches bend,90The growing tow'rs like exhalations rise,[37]And the huge columns heave into the skies.[38]The Eastern front was glorious to behold,With di'mond flaming and barbaric gold.[39]There Ninus shone, who spread th' Assyrian fame,95And the great founder of the Persian name:[40]There in long robes the royal Magi stand,Grave Zoroaster waves the circling wand,The sage Chaldæans, robed in white, appeared,[41]And Brachmans, deep in desert woods revered.[42]100These stopped the moon, and called th' unbodied shadesTo midnight banquets in the glimm'ring glades;Made visionary fabrics round them rise,And airy spectres skim before their eyes;[43]Of talismans and sigils knew the pow'r,105And careful watched the planetary hour.[44]Superior, and alone, Confucius stood,[45]Who taught that useful science, to be good.But on the South, a long majestic raceOf Egypt's priests the gilded niches grace,110Who measured earth, described the starry spheres,And traced the long records of lunar years.[46]High on his car, Sesostris struck my view,Whom sceptered slaves in golden harness drew:His hands a bow and pointed jav'lin hold;[47]115His giant limbs are armed in scales of gold.[48]Between the statues obelisks were placed,And the learn'd walls with hieroglyphics graced.[49]Of Gothic structure was the Northern side,[50]O'erwrought with ornaments of barb'rous pride:120There huge Colosses rose, with trophies crowned,And Runic characters were graved around.There sat Zamolxis with erected eyes,[51]And Odin here in mimic trances dies.[52]There on rude iron columns, smeared with blood,[53]125The horrid forms of Scythian heroes stood,Druids and bards[54](their once loud harps unstrung),And youths that died to be by poets sung.These, and a thousand more, of doubtful fame,To whom old fables gave a lasting name,130In ranks adorned the temple's outward face;The wall in lustre and effect like glass,Which o'er each object casting various dyes,Enlarges some, and others multiplies:[55]Nor void of emblem was the mystic wall,135For thus romantic Fame increases all.The temple shakes, the sounding gates unfold,[56]Wide vaults appear, and roofs of fretted gold:[57]Raised on a thousand pillars, wreathed aroundWith laurel-foliage, and with eagles crowned:140Of bright transparent beryl were the walls,[58]The friezes gold, and gold the capitals:As heav'n with stars, the roof with jewels glows,And ever-living lamps depend in rows.[59]Full in the passage of each spacious gate,145The sage historians in white garments wait;[60]Graved o'er their seats the form of Time was found,His scythe reversed, and both his pinions bound.Within stood heroes, who through loud alarmsIn bloody fields pursued renown in arms.150High on a throne with trophies charged, I viewedThe youth that all things but himself subdued;[61]His feet on sceptres and tiaras trod,And his horned head belied the Libyan god.[62]There Cæsar, graced with both Minervas,[63]shone;155Cæsar, the world's great master, and his own;[64]Unmoved, superior still in ev'ry state,And scarce detested in his country's fate.[65]But chief were those, who not for empire fought,But with their toils their people's safety bought:160High o'er the rest Epaminondas stood;[66]Timoleon, glorious in his brother's blood;[67]Bold Scipio, saviour of the Roman state;Great in his triumphs, in retirement great;And wise Aurelius, in whose well-taught mind,}165With boundless pow'r, unbounded virtue joined,}His own strict judge, and patron of mankind,[68]}Much-suff'ring heroes next their honours claim,Those of less noisy, and less guilty fame,[69]Fair Virtue's silent train:[70]supreme of these170Here ever shines the godlike Socrates:He whom ungrateful Athens could expel,At all times just, but when he signed the shell:[71]Here his abode the martyred Phocion claims,[72]With Agis, not the last of Spartan names:[73]175Unconquered Cato shows the wound he tore,[74]And Brutus his ill Genius meets no more.[75]But in the centre of the hallowed choir,[76]Six pompous columns o'er the rest aspire;[77]Around the shrine itself of Fame they stand,180Hold the chief honours, and the fane command.High on the first, the mighty Homer shone;[78]Eternal adamant composed his throne;Father of verse! in holy fillets drest,His silver beard waved gently o'er his breast;185Though blind, a boldness in his looks appears;In years he seemed, but not impaired by years.The wars of Troy were round the pillar seen:Here fierce Tydides wounds the Cyprian queen;Here Hector, glorious from Patroclus' fall,190Here dragged in triumph round the Trojan wall:[79]Motion and life did ev'ry part inspire,Bold was the work, and proved the master's fire;A strong expression most he seemed t' affect,And here and there disclosed a brave neglect.195A golden column next in rank appear'd,On which a shrine of purest gold was rear'd;Finished the whole, and laboured ev'ry part,With patient touches of unwearied art:The Mantuan there in sober triumph sate,200Composed his posture, and his looks sedate;[80]On Homer still he fixed a rev'rent eye,Great without pride, in modest majesty.[81]In living sculpture[82]on the sides were spreadThe Latian wars, and haughty Turnus dead;205Eliza stretched upon the fun'ral pyre,Æneas bending with his aged sire:Troy flamed in burning gold, and o'er the throne"Arms and the man" in golden ciphers shone.Four swans sustain a car of silver bright,[83]210With heads advanced, and pinions stretched for flight:[84]Here, like some furious prophet, Pindar rode,And seem'd to labour with th' inspiring god.Across the harp a careless hand he flings,And boldly sinks into the sounding strings.[85]215The figured games of Greece the column grace,Neptune and Jove survey the rapid race.The youths hang o'er the chariots as they run;The fiery steeds seem starting from the stone;The champions in distorted postures threat,[86]220And all appeared irregularly great.Here happy Horace tuned th' Ausonian lyreTo sweeter sounds, and tempered Pindar's fire:Pleased with Aleæus' manly rage t'infuseThe softer spirit of the Sapphic muse.[87]225The polished pillar diff'rent sculptures grace;A work outlasting monumental brass.Here smiling loves and bacchanals appear,The Julian star,[88]and great Augustus here.The doves that round the infant poet spread230Myrtles and bays, hung hov'ring o'er his head.Here in a shrine that cast a dazzling light,Sat fixed in thought the mighty Stagirite;His sacred head a radiant zodiac crowned,[89]And various animals his sides surround;[90]235His piercing eyes, erect, appear to viewSuperior worlds,[91]and look all nature through.With equal rays immortal Tully shone,The Roman rostra decked the consul's throne:Gath'ring his flowing robe, he seemed to stand240In act to speak, and graceful stretched his hand.[92]Behind, Rome's genius waits with civic crowns,And the great father of his country owns.These massy columns in a circle rise,O'er which a pompous dome invades the skies:[93]245Scarce to the top I stretched my aching sight,So large it spread, and swelled to such a height.Full in the midst proud Fame's imperial seat[94]With jewels blazed, magnificently great;The vivid em'ralds there revive the eye,250The flaming rubies show their sanguine dye,Bright azure rays from lively sapphires stream,And lucid amber casts a golden gleam.With various-coloured light the pavement shone,And all on fire appeared the glowing throne;255The dome's high arch reflects the mingled blaze,And forms a rainbow of alternate rays.When on the goddess first I cast my sight,Scarce seemed her stature of a cubit's height;[95]But swelled to larger size, the more I gazed,260Till to the roof her tow'ring front she raised.With her, the temple ev'ry moment grew,And ampler vistas opened to my view:Upward the columns shoot, the roofs ascend,And arches widen, and long aisles extend.[96]265Such was her form, as ancient bards have told,Wings raise her arms, and wings her feet infold;A thousand busy tongues the goddess bears,And thousand open eyes, and thousand list'ning ears.[97]Beneath, in order ranged, the tuneful Nine270(Her virgin handmaids) still attend the shrine.[98]With eyes on Fame for ever fixed, they sing;For Fame they raise the voice, and tune the string;With time's first birth began the heav'nly lays,And last, eternal, through the length of days.275Around these wonders as I cast a look,The trumpet sounded, and the temple shook,And all the nations, summoned at the call,From diff'rent quarters fill the crowded hall:Of various tongues the mingled sounds were heard;280In various garbs promiscuous throngs appeared;[99]Thick as the bees that with the spring renewTheir flow'ry toils, and sip the fragrant dew,When the winged colonies first tempt the sky,O'er dusky fields and shaded waters fly,285Or settling, seize the sweets the blossoms yield,And a low murmur runs along the field.[100]Millions of suppliant crowds the shrine attend,And all degrees before the goddess bend;[101]The poor, the rich, the valiant, and the sage,290And boasting youth, and narrative old age.[102]Their pleas were diff'rent, their request the same:For good and bad alike are fond of fame.Some she disgraced, and some with honours crowned;[103]Unlike successes equal merits found.[104]295Thus her blind sister, fickle Fortune, reigns,And, undiscerning, scatters crowns and chains.First at the shrine the learned world appear,And to the goddess thus prefer their prayer.Long have we sought t' instruct and please mankind,300With studies pale, with midnight vigils blind;But thanked by few, rewarded yet by none,We here appeal to thy superior throne:On wit and learning the just prize bestow,For fame is all we must expect below.305The goddess heard, and bade the muses raiseThe golden trumpet of eternal praise:[105]From pole to pole the winds diffuse the sound,That fills the circuit of the world around;Not all at once, as thunder breaks the cloud;310The notes at first were rather sweet than loud:By just degrees they ev'ry moment rise,Fill the wide earth, and gain upon the skies,At ev'ry breath were balmy odours shed,Which still grew sweeter as they wider spread;[106]315Less fragrant scents th' unfolding rose exhales,Or spices breathing in Arabian gales.Next these the good and just, an awful train,Thus on their knees address the sacred fane.Since living virtue is with envy cursed,320And the best men are treated like the worst,Do thou, just goddess, call our merits forth,And give each deed th' exact intrinsic worth.[107]Not with bare justice shall your act be crowned,(Said Fame,) but high above desert renowned:[108]325Let fuller notes th' applauding world amaze,And the loud clarion labour in your praise.This band dismissed, behold another crowdPreferred the same request, and lowly bowed;The constant tenour of whose well spent days330No less deserved a just return of praise.But straight the direful trump of slander sounds;Through the big dome the doubling thunder bounds;Loud as the burst of cannon rends the skies,The dire report through ev'ry region flies,335In ev'ry ear incessant rumours rung,And gath'ring scandals grew on ev'ry tongue.From the black trumpet's rusty concave brokeSulphureous flames, and clouds of rolling smoke:[109]The pois'nous vapour blots the purple skies,340And withers all before it as it flies.A troop came next, who crowns and armour wore,And proud defiance in their looks they bore:For thee, (they cried,) amidst alarms and strife,We sailed in tempests down the stream of life;345For thee whole nations filled with flames and blood,And swam to empire through the purple flood.Those ills we dared, thy inspiration own,What virtue seemed, was done for thee alone.Ambitious fools! (the queen replied, and frowned)350Be all your acts in dark oblivion drowned;There sleep forgot, with mighty tyrants gone,Your statues mouldered, and your names unknown![110]A sudden cloud straight snatched them from my sight,And each majestic phantom sunk in night.355Then came the smallest tribe I yet had seen;Plain was their dress, and modest was their mien.Great idol of mankind! we neither claimThe praise of merit, nor aspire to fame!But safe in deserts from th' applause of men,360Would die unheard of, as we lived unseen;'Tis all we beg thee, to conceal from sightThose acts of goodness, which themselves requite.O let us still the secret joy partake,To follow virtue ev'n for virtue's sake.[111]365And live there men, who slight immortal fame?Who then with incense shall adore our name?But, mortals! know, 'tis still our greatest prideTo blaze those virtues, which the good would hide.Rise! muses, rise! add all your tuneful breath,370These must not sleep in darkness and in death.She said: in air the trembling music floats,And on the winds triumphant swell the notes:[112]So soft, though high, so loud, and yet so clear,[113]Ev'n list'ning angels leaned from heav'n to hear:375To farthest shores th' ambrosial spirit flies,Sweet to the world, and grateful to the skies.Next these, a youthful train their vows expressed,[114]With feathers crowned, with gay embroid'ry dress'd,Hither, they cried, direct your eyes, and see380The men of pleasure, dress, and gallantry;Ours is the place at banquets, balls, and plays,Sprightly our nights, polite are all our days;Courts we frequent, where 'tis our pleasing careTo pay due visits, and address the fair:385In fact, 'tis true, no nymph we could persuade,But still in fancy vanquished ev'ry maid;Of unknown duchesses lewd tales we tell,Yet, would the world believe us, all were well.The joy let others have, and we the name,390And what we want in pleasure, grant in fame.[115]The queen assents, the trumpet rends the skies,And at each blast a lady's honour dies.[116]Pleased with the strange success, vast numbers pressedAround the shrine, and made the same request:395What! you (she cried) unlearn'd in arts to please,Slaves to yourselves, and ev'n fatigued with ease,[117]Who lose a length of undeserving days,Would you usurp the lover's dear-bought praise?To just contempt, ye vain pretenders, fall,400The people's fable, and the scorn of all.Straight the black clarion sends a horrid sound,Loud laughs burst out, and bitter scoffs fly round,Whispers are heard, with taunts reviling loud,And scornful hisses run through all the crowd.405Last, those who boast of mighty mischiefs done,Enslave their country, or usurp a throne;[118]Or who their glory's dire foundation laidOn sov'reigns ruined, or on friends betrayed;[119]Calm, thinking villains, whom no faith could fix,410Of crooked counsels and dark politics;Of these a gloomy tribe surround the throne,And beg to make th' immortal treasons known.The trumpet roars, long flaky flames expire,With sparks, that seemed to set the world on fire.415At the dread sound, pale mortals stood aghast,And startled nature trembled with the blast.This having heard and seen, some pow'r unknownStraight changed the scene, and snatched me from the throne.[120]Before my view appeared a structure fair,420Its site uncertain, if in earth or air;With rapid motion turned the mansion round;With ceaseless noise the ringing walls resound;Not less in number were the spacious doors,Than leaves on trees, or sands upon the shores;425Which still unfolded stand, by night, by day,Pervious to winds, and open ev'ry way.As flames by nature to the skies ascend,[121]As weighty bodies to the centre tend,As to the sea returning rivers roll,430And the touched needle trembles to the pole;Hither, as to their proper place, ariseAll various sounds from earth, and seas, and skies,Or spoke aloud, or whispered in the ear;Nor ever silence, rest, or peace is here.435As on the smooth expanse of crystal lakesThe sinking stone at first a circle makes;The trembling surface, by the motion stirred,Spreads in a second circle, then a third;Wide, and more wide, the floating rings advance,440Fill all the wat'ry plain, and to the margin dance:Thus ev'ry voice and sound, when first they break,On neighb'ring air a soft impression make;Another ambient circle then they move;That, in its turn, impels the next above;[122]445Through undulating[123]air the sounds are sent,And spread o'er all the fluid element.There, various news I heard of love and strife,Of peace and war, health, sickness, death, and life,Of loss and gain, of famine, and of store,450Of storms at sea, and travels on the shore,Of prodigies, and portents seen in air,Of fires and plagues, and stars with blazing hair,Of turns of fortune, changes in the state,The falls of fav'rites, projects of the great,455Of old mismanagements, taxations new:[124]All neither wholly false, nor wholly true.Above, below, without, within, around,Confused, unnumbered, multitudes are found,Who pass, repass, advance, and glide away;460Hosts raised by fear, and phantoms of a day:Astrologers, that future fates foreshew,Projectors, quacks, and lawyers not a few;And priests, and party-zealots, num'rous bandsWith home-born lies, or tales from foreign lands;465Each talked aloud, or in some secret place,And wild impatience stared in ev'ry face.[125]The flying rumours gathered as they rolled,Scarce any tale was sooner heard than told;And all who told it added something new,}470And all who heard it, made enlargements too;}In ev'ry ear it spread, on ev'ry tongue it grew.}Thus flying east and west, and north and south,News travelled with increase from mouth to mouth.So from a spark, that kindled first by chance,475With gath'ring force the quick'ning flames advance;[126]Till to the clouds their curling heads aspire,And tow'rs and temples sink in floods of fire.When thus ripe lies are to perfection sprung,Full grown, and fit to grace a mortal tongue,480Through thousand vents, impatient, forth they flow,And rush in millions on the world below.Fame sits aloft,[127]and points them out their course,Their date determines, and prescribes their force;Some to remain, and some to perish soon;485Or wane and wax, alternate, like the moon.Around, a thousand winged wonders fly,Borne by the trumpet's blast, and scattered through the sky.There, at one passage, oft you might survey,A lie and truth contending for the way;490And long 'twas doubtful, both so closely pent,Which first should issue through the narrow vent:At last agreed, together out they fly,Inseparable now, the truth and lie;[128]The strict companions are for ever joined,495And this or that unmixed, no mortal e'er shall find.While thus I stood, intent to see and hear,One came, methought, and whisper'd in my ear:[129]What could thus high thy rash ambition raise?Art thou, fond youth, a candidate for praise?500'Tis true, said I, not void of hopes I came,For who so fond as youthful bards of fame?But few, alas! the casual blessing boast,So hard to gain, so easy to be lost.[130]How vain that second life in others' breath,505Th' estate which wits inherit after death![131]Ease, health, and life, for this they must resign;Unsure the tenure, but how vast the fine!The great man's curse, without the gains, endure,Be envied, wretched, and be flattered, poor;510All luckless wits their enemies professed,And all successful, jealous friends at best.Nor fame I slight, nor for her favours call;She comes unlooked for, if she comes at all.But if the purchase cost so dear a price,515As soothing folly, or exalting vice;Oh! if the muse must flatter lawless sway,And follow still where fortune leads the way;[132]Or if no basis bear my rising name,But the fall'n ruins of another's fame;520Then teach me, heav'n! to scorn the guilty bays;Drive from my breast that wretched lust of praise;Unblemished let me live, or die unknown;Oh! grant an honest fame, or grant me none!