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$201. The Library.
In such lov'd spot (if fortune deign'd to smile),
Calm let me live, and ev'ry care beguile; IL! Contemplation! grave majestic dame, Hold converse with the great of ev'ry time, In thee glad Science greets a parent's The learn'd of ev'ry class-the good of ev'ry [strain, clime. e is each art of speech, each rapt'rous Graces lead, the Virtues fill thy train! om all of evil, life or dreads or knows, cal trifles, and its fancied woes, ad thy votary! pensive, yet serene, some lone seat, thy favorite, hallow'd
There better still, as wiser grow; and there
re his calm breast may every pow'r ein-
§ 202. Water.
right apisov vowe Pindar sings,
That simple Water is the best of things, Would Water-poets were the best of bards! But, Oh! that chance is not upon the cards! Vain were th' attempt such logic to apply; My verse would give my arguments the lie.Yet what I can I will:-not be whose lyre, theme of modern praise, and early fame; Leads on th' Aonian mount the sister choir, , statesmen, sages, lov'd, rever'd, ad-(Tho' all the inspiring potions he explore, mir'd, [fr'd, From Water up to Nectar) can do more. m sense enlighten'd, and whom glory From earth's deep womb-for earth their store to my view, still sweet, still great, still suppliesbold,
Thro' countless pores the moist effluvia rise,
to a feast, which elegance and love,
in pow'r, and active, as of old.
!fond boaster! Genius scorns thy reign.
es coeval with the worth he prais'd.
to the body, vigour to the mind; ade mankind to nobler aims arise, good, more just, more happy, or more wise; deathless, as the bliss their toil procur'd, mem'ry pays the debt-desert cnsur'd.
Thus helps me bring my Water above ground!
Too charming visions of intense delight!
Water where yonder spout to heav'n ascends, Rides in tremendous triumphs; Ocean bends; And ruin raising high her baleful head, Broods o'er the waste, the bursting mass will spread.
Enough of wat'ry wonders :-all-dismay'd, Een Fancy starts at forms herself hath made. Let them whom terror can inspire, pursue Themes too terrific: I with humble view, Retire unequal,nor will e'er again
To Water's greater works devote my strain; Content to praise it, when with gentle sway, Profuse of rich increase, it winds its way Thro' the parch'd glebe; or fills with influence
Or shall we stray, Where stately thro' the public way, Amidst the trumpet's clangors, and th' acclaim Of civic zeal, in long procession move Nobles and chiefs of venerable fame;
Or haply sovereign majesty displays To public view the lustre of its rays, And proves at once, and wins, a nation's love?
Hark! how the solemn ocean calls Attention's sober ears to hallow'd walls, Where meek, yet warm, beneath the temple's Devotion secks, with stedfast eyes, [shade, The God whose glories every gloom pervade, To whom for ever prayer is inade,
And daily praises rise.
What notes, in swiftest cadence running, Thro' many a maze of varied measure, Mingled by the master's cunning,
Give the alarm to festive pleasure? Cambria, 'twas thy harps of old
Each gallant heart's recess explor'd, Announcing feats of chit itains bold, To grace ite hospitable boud.
Mark how the soldier's eye
Where gath'ring storms incessant lour,
The lover's lute complains; While ling ring Echo learns the song, Gives it the woods; and, loth to lose One accent of th` impassion'd muse,
Bids woods return it to the plains. Time was when, stretch'd beneath the bee shade,
The simple shepherd warbled his swee Lur'd to his rustic reed, the gentle maid ́ Welcom'd the morn, and caroll'd dow Why do our swains depart from ancient Why sounds no pastoral reed on Britain's -The innocence which tun'd it is no
And with just steps each tuneful note
Hail, loftiest art! thou canst all hearts enemi
is sets her beauty in the fairest light, *d shews each grace in full perfection bright; en, as she turns around, from every part, se porcupines, she sends a piercing dart: vain, alas! the fond spectator tries shun the pleasing dangers of the eyes, Parthian-like, she wounds as sure behind th flowing curls, on ivory neck reclin'd. ether her steps the minuet's mazes trace, the slow Louvre's more majestic pace; ether the rigadoon employs her care, prightly jigg displays the nimble fair; ev'ry step new beauties we explore, I worship now what we admir'd before. when Eneas, in the Tyrian grove, Venus met, the charining queen of love, beauteous goddess, whilst unmov'd she To make the finish'd piece completely fine; stood, [wood; When least adorna'd, another steals our hearts, 'd some fair nymph, the guardian of the And rich in native beauties, wants not arts. when she mov'd, at once her heavenly In some are such resistless graces found, mien, queen; That in all dresses they are sure to wound; graceful step, confess'd bright Beauty's Their perfect forms all foreign aids despise, glories o'er her form each moment rise, And gems but borrow lustre from their eyes. all the goddess opens to his eyes. [way; Let the fair nymph, in whose plump check is ow haste, my muse, pursue thy destin'd it dresses best become the dancer say; rules of dress forget not to impart, sson precious to the dancing art.
e soldier's scarlet, glowing from afar,
And now, ye youthful fair, I sing to you,
And lab'ring spin their little lives away;
One form of dress prescrib'd can suit with all;
st the soft belle, immur'd in velvet chair,
e woolley drab, and English broad-cloth
ad the dancer with too great a weight,
unwieldy pride his shoulders press,
from its silken bandage be unty'd? should my lays the youthful tribe advise, owy clouds from out their wigs arise? I their partners mourn their laces spoil'd, ining silks with greasy powder soil'd. ed I, sure, bid prudent youths beware, th erected tongues their buckles stare: inted steel shall oft their stocking rend, the approaching petticoat offend.
A constant blush, be clad in cheerful green;
The sable's mournful dye should chuse to wear:
But far from you be all those treach'rous
O'er all the plains unnumber'd glories rise,
Dare I in such momentous points advise,
many a wound.
Nor should the tighten'd stays, too straitly laced
Oft will the cobweb-ornaments catch hold
Let each fair maid, who fears to be disgrac'd,
Who the rich treasure 'sha!! triumphant shew, And with warm blushes cause her cheek to glow.
But yet (as Fortune by the self-same way She humbles many, some delights to raise) It happen'd once, a fair illustrious dame, By such neglect acquir'd immortal fame: And thence the radiant star and garter blue, Britannia's nobles grace, if fame says true; Hence still, Plantagenet, thy beauties bloom, Tho' long since moulder'd in the dusky tomb;
Still thy lost garter is thy sovereign's care,
A toy at once display'd for use and pride;
What daring hand shall e'er attempt to tell
Its sticks, on which her eyes dejected pore,
[sing, Forbear, my muse, th' extensive theme to Nor trust in such a flight thy tender wing; Rather do you in humble lines proclaim, From whence this engine took its form and
For her they leave the wand'ring flocks to
As Fielding's now, her eyes all hearts inflame
olus, the mighty god whom winds obes, Observ'd the beauteous maid as thus she O'er all her charms he gaz'd with fond de.... And suck'd in poison at the dang'rous st He sighs, he burus, at last declares his pr But still he sighs, and still he woos in v The cruel nymph, regardless of his mean, Minds not his flame, uneasy with her on But still complains that he who rul'd the Would not command ono zephyr to repa Around her face; nor gentle breeze to Thro' the dark gale, to sooth the sultry By love incited, and the hopes of joy, Th' ingenious god contriv'd this pretty t With gales incessant to relieve her flame And call'd it Fan, from lovely Fanny's
Now see prepar'd to lead the sprightly & The lovely nymphs and well-dress'd y advance;
The spacious room receives its jovial guer And the floor shakes with pleasing oppress'd;'
Thick rang'd on every side, with various The fair in glossy silks our sight surprise So in a garden bath'd with genial show's A thousand sorts of variegated flow'rs, Jonquils, carnations, pinks, and tulips And in a gay confusion charm our eyes. High o'er their heads with num'rous bright,
Large sconces shed their sparkling be Their sparkling beams that still more be flow,
Reflected back from gems and eyes bel Unuumber'd fans, to cool the crowded With breathing zephyrs, move the circl The sprightly fiddle, and the sounding Each youthful breast with gen'rous wa inspire;
Fraught with all joys, the blissful momer Whilst music melis the car, and beauty ch the eye.
Now let the youth to whose superior It first belongs the splendid ball to grace. With humble bow, and ready hand prepare Forth from the crowd to lead his chosen The fair shall not his kind regani deny, But to the pleasing toil with ardoar iv.
stay, rash pair, not yet untaught ad
st hear the muse ere you attempt to dance.
Then, if he finds kind nature's gifts impart
Would you in dancing ev'ry fault avoid,
All other errors they in vain shall mind,
In vain a master shall employ his care,
ev'ry dance in ev'ry clime be readlistant masters shall each step be seen, mountains rise, and oceans roar between: ce with her sister arts shall Dancing claim equal right to universal fame;
Isaac's Rigadoon shall live as long taphael's painting, or as Virgil's song. ise Nature ever with a prudent hand enses various gifts to ev'ry land, v'ry nation frugally imparts nius fit for some peculiar arts. rade the Dutch incline-the Swiss to c and verse are soft Italia's charms; ania justly glories to have found s unexplor'd, and sail'd the globe around: one will sure presume to rival France, ther she forms or executes the dance; er exalted genius 'tis we owe sprightly Rigadoon and Louvre slow; Borée, and Courant, unpractis'd long, nmortal Minuet, and the smooth Bretagne, all the dances of illustrious fame, from their native country take their name; 1 these let ev'ry ball be first begun, country-dance intre le 'till these are done. ch cautious bard ere he attempts to sing, gently flutt'ring tries his tender wing, if he finds that with uncommon fire muses all his raptur'd soul inspire, nce to heaven he soars in lofty odes, sings alone of heroes and of gods; f he trembling fears a flight so high, hen descends to softer elegy; if in elegy he can't succeed, st'ral he may tune the oaten reed. ould the dancer, ere he tries to move, care his strength, and weight, and genius ›rove;
And you, fair nymphs, avoid with equal care
Nor yet with giddy looks, and wanton pride,
True dancing, like true wit, is best express'd
Which words can ne'er express, or precepts tell;
Arte cite veloque rates remoque moventur
-Nec audit currus habenas.
Fuillet wrote the Art of Dancing by Characters, in French, since translated by Weaver.