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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=499101" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Of Public Spirit In Regard To Public Works: An Epistle, To His Royal Highness Frederick Prince of Wa</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Great Hope of Britain!-Here the Muse essays<br>A theme, which, to attempt alone, is praise.<br>Be Her's a zeal of Public Spirit known!<br>A princely zeal!-a spirit all your own!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Where never science beam'd a friendly ray,<br>Where one vast blank neglected Nature lay;<br>From Public Spirit there, by arts employ'd,<br>Creation, varying, glads the cheerless void.<br>Hail arts, where safety, treasure and delight,<br>On land, on wave, in wond'rous works unite!<br>Those wond'rous works, O Muse, successive raise,<br>And point their worth, their dignity and praise!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>What tho' no streams, magnificently play'd,<br>Rise a proud column, fall a grand cascade;<br>Thro' nether pipes, which nobler use renowns,<br>Lo! ductile riv'lets visit distant towns!<br>Now vanish fens, whence vapours rise no more,<br>Whose agueish influence tainted heav'n before.<br>The solid isthmus sinks a wat'ry space,<br>And wonders, in new state, at naval grace.<br>Where the flood, deep'ning, rolls, or wide extends,<br>From road to road, yon arch, connective, bends.<br>Where ports were choak'd where mounds, in vain, arose;<br>There harbours open, and there breaches close;<br>To keels, obedient, spreads each liquid plain,<br>And bulwark moles repel the bost'rous main.<br>When the sunk sun no homeward sail befriends,<br>On the rock's brow the light-house kind ascends,<br>And from the shoaly, o'er the gulfy way,<br>Points to the pilot's eye the warning ray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Count still, my Muse (to count what Muse can cease?)<br>The works of Public Spirit, freedom, peace!<br>By the mshall plants, in forests, reach the skies;<br>Then lose their leafy pride, and navies rise:<br>(Navies, which to invasive foes explain,<br>Heav'n throws not round us rocks and seas in vain,)<br>The sail of commerce in each sky aspires,<br>And property assures what toil acquires.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Who digs the mine or quarry, digs with glee;<br>No slave!-His option and his gain are free:<br>Him the same laws the same protection yield,<br>Who plows the furrow, as who owns the field.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Unlike, where tyranny the rod maintains<br>O'er turfless, leafless, and uncultur'd plains,<br>Here herbs of food and physic plenty show'rs,<br>Gives fruits to blush, and colours various flow'rs.<br>Where sands or stony wilds once starv'd the year,<br>Laughs the green lawn, and nods the golden ear.<br>White shine the fleecy race, which fate shall doom<br>The feast of life, the treasure of the loom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>On plains now bare shall gardens wave their groves,<br>While settling songsters woo their feather'd loves.<br>Where pathless woods no grateful openings knew,<br>Walks tempt the step, and vistas court the view.<br>See the parterre confess expansive day;<br>The grot, elusive of the noon-tide ray.<br>Up yon green slope a length of terrace lies,<br>Whence gradual landscapes fade in distant skies.<br>Now the blue lake reflected heav'n displays;<br>Now darkens, regularly-wild, the maze.<br>Urns, obelisks, fanes, statues intervene;<br>Now center, now commence or end the scene.<br>Lo, proud alcoves! lo, soft sequester'd bow'rs!<br>Retreats of social, or of studious hours!<br>Rank above rank here shapely greens ascend;<br>There others natively-grotesque depend.<br>The rude, the delicate, immingled tell<br>How Art wou'd Nature, Nature, Art excell;<br>And how, while these their rival charms impart,<br>Art brightens Nature, Nature brightens Art;<br>Thus in the various, yet harmonious space,<br>Blend order, symmetry, and force, and grace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>When these from Public Spirit smile, we see<br>Free-opening gates, and bow'ry pleasures free;<br>For sure great souls one truth can never miss,<br>Bliss not communicated is not bliss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Thus Public Spirit, liberty and peace,<br>Carve, build, and plant, and give the land increase;<br>From peasant hands imperial works arise,<br>And British, hence, with Roman grandeur vies;<br>Not grandeur that in pompous whim appears,<br>That levels hills, that vales to mountains rears;<br>That alters nature's regulated grace,<br>Meaning to deck, but destin'd to deface.<br>Tho' no proud gates, with China's taught to vie,<br>Magnificently useless, strike the eye;<br>(Useless, where rocks a surer barrier lend,<br>Where seas incircle, and where fleets defend <br>What tho' no arch of triumph is assign'd<br>To laurel'd pride, whose sword has thinn'd mankind;<br>Tho' no vast wall extends from coast to coast,<br>No pyramid aspires sublimely lost;<br>Yet the safe road thro' rocks shall winding tend,<br>And the firm causeway o'er the clays ascend.<br>Lo! stately streets, lo! ample squares invite<br>The salutary gale that breathes delight.<br>Lo! structures mark the charitable soil<br>For casual ill, maim'd valour, feeble toil<br>Worn out with care, infirmity and age;<br>The life here entering, quitting there the stage:<br>The babe of lawless birth, doom'd else to moan,<br>To starve or bleed for errors not his own!<br>Let the frail mother 'scape the fame defil'd,<br>If from the murd'ring mother 'scape the child!<br>Oh, guard his youth from sin's alluring voice;<br>From deeds of dire necessity, not choice!<br>His grateful hand, thus never harmful known,<br>Shall on the public welfare build his own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Thus worthy crafts, which low-born life divide,<br>Give towns their opulence, and courts their pride.<br>Sacred to pleasure structures rise elate,<br>To that still worthy of the wise and great.<br>Sacred to pleasure then shall piles ascend?<br>They shall-when pleasure and instruction blend.<br>Let theatres, from Public Spirit shine!<br>Such theatres, as, Athens, once were thine!<br>See! the gay Muse, of pointed wit possest,<br>Who wakes the virtuous laugh, the decent jest:<br>What tho' she mock, she mocks with honest aim,<br>And laughs each fav'rite folly into shame.<br>With lib'ral light the tragic charms the age;<br>In solemn-training robes she fills the stage;<br>There human nature, mark'd in diff'rent lines,<br>Alive in character, distinctly shines.<br>Quick passions change alternate on her face;<br>Her diction music, as her action grace.<br>Instant we catch her terror-giving cares,<br>Pathetic sighs, and pity-moving tears;<br>Instant we catch her gen'rous glow of soul,<br>'Till one great striking moral crowns the whole.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Hence in warm youth, by scenes of virtue taught,<br>Honour exalts, and love expands the thought;<br>Hence pity, to peculiar grief assign'd,<br>Grows wide benevolence to all mankind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Where various edifice the land renowns,<br>There Public Spirit plans, exalts, and crowns.<br>She cheers the mansion with the spacious hall,<br>Bids painting live along the storied wall;<br>Seated, she smiling eyes th' unclosing door,<br>And much she welcomes all, but most the poor;<br>She turns the pillar, or the arch she bends,<br>The choir she lengthens, or the choir extends;<br>She rears the tow'r, whose height the heav'ns admire;<br>(She rears, she rounds, she points the less'ning spire;<br>At her command the college-roofs ascend;<br>For Public Spirit still is learning's friend.)<br>Stupendous piles, which useful pomp compleats,<br>Thus rise Religion's, and thus Learning's seats:<br>There moral truth and holy science spring,<br>And give the sage to teach, the bard to sing.<br>There some draw health from herbs and min'ral veins,<br>Some search the systems of the heavenly plains;<br>Some call from history, past times to view,<br>And others trace old laws, and sketch out new;<br>Thence saving rights by legislators plann'd,<br>And guardian patriots thence inspire the land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Now grant, ye pow'rs, one great, one fond desire,<br>And, granting, bid a new Whitehall aspire!<br>Far let it lead, by well-pleas'd Thames survey'd,<br>The swelling arch, and stately colonnade;<br>Bid courts of justice, senate-chambers join,<br>Till various all in one proud work combine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But now be all the gen'rous Goddess seen,<br>When most diffus'd she shines, and most benign!<br>Ye sons of misery attract her view!<br>Ye sallow, hollow-ey'd, and meagre crew!<br>Such high perfection have our arts attain'd,<br>That now few sons of toil our arts demand?<br>Then to the public, to itself, we fear,<br>Ev'n willing industry grows useless here.<br>Are we too populous at length confess'd,<br>From confluent strangers refug'd and redress'd?<br>Has war so long withdrawn his barb'rous train,<br>That peace o'erstocks us with the sons of men?<br>So long has plague left pure the ambient air,<br>That want must prey on those disease would spare?<br>Hence beauteous wretches (beauty's foul disgrace!)<br>Tho' born the pride, the shame of human race;<br>Fair wretches hence, who nightly streets annoy,<br>Live but themselves and others to destroy.<br>Hence robbers rise, to theft, to murder prone,<br>First driv'n by want, from habit desp'rate grown;<br>Hence, for ow'd trifles, oft our jails contain<br>(Torn from mankind) a miserable train;<br>Torn from, in spite of nature's tend'rest cries,<br>Parental, filial, and connubial ties:<br>The trader, when on ev'ry side distrest,<br>Hence flies to what expedient frauds suggest;<br>To prop his question'd credit's tott'ring state,<br>Others he first involves to share his fate;<br>Then for mean refuge must self-exil'd roam,<br>Never to hope a friend, or find a home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>This Public Spirit sees, she sees and feels!<br>Her breast the throb, her eye the tear reveals;<br>(The patriot throb that beats, the tear that flows<br>For others welfare, and for others woes)-<br>And what can I (she said) to cure their grief?<br>Shall I or point out death, or point relief?<br>Forth shall I lead 'em to some happier soil,<br>To conquest lead 'em, and enrich with spoil?<br>Bid 'em convulse a world, make Nature groan,<br>And spill, in shedding others blood, their own?<br>No, no-such wars do thou, Ambition, wage!<br>Go sterilize the fertile with thy rage!<br>Whole nations to depopulate is thine;<br>To people, culture, and protect, be mine!<br>Then range the world, Discov'ry!-Straight he goes<br>O'er seas, o'er Lybia's sands, and Zembla's snows;<br>He settles where kind rays till now have smil'd<br>(Vain smile!) on some luxuriant houseless wild.<br>How many sons of want might here enjoy<br>What Nature gives for age but to destroy?<br>Blush, blush, O sun (she cries) here vainly found,<br>To rise, to set, to roll the seasons round!<br>Shall heav'n distil in dews, descend in rain,<br>From earth gush fountains, rivers flow-in vain?<br>There shall the wat'ry lives in myriads stray,<br>And be, to be alone each other's prey?<br>Unsought shall here the teeming quarries own<br>The various species of mechanic stone?<br>From structure this, from sculpture that confine?<br>Shall rocks forbid the latent gem to shine?<br>Shall mines obedient, aid no artists care,<br>Nor give the martial sword and peaceful share?<br>Ah! shall they never precious ore unfold,<br>To smile in silver, or to flame in gold?<br>Shall here the vegetable world alone,<br>For joys, for various virtues, rest unknown?<br>While food and physic, plants and herbs supply,<br>Here must they shoot alone to bloom and die?<br>Shall fruits, which none but brutal eyes survey,<br>Untouch'd grow ripe, untasted drop away?<br>Shall here th' irrational, the savage kind,<br>Lord it o'er stores by heav'n for man design'd,<br>And trample what mild suns benignly raise,<br>While man must lose the use, and heav'n the praise;<br>Shall it then be?-Indignant here she rose,<br>(Indignant, yet humane, her bosom glows)-<br>No! By each honour'd Grecian, Roman name,<br>By men for virtue deify'd by fame,<br>Who peopled lands, who model'd infant state,<br>And then bade empire be maturely great;<br>By these I swear (be witness earth and skies!)<br>Fair Order here shall from Confusion rise.<br>Rapt, I a future colony survey!<br>Come then, ye sons of Mis'ry! come away!<br>Let those, whose sorrows from neglect are known,<br>(Here taught, compell'd, empower'd) neglect atone;<br>Let those enjoy, who never merit woes,<br>In youth th' industrious wish, in age repose!<br>Allotted acres (no reluctant soil)<br>Shall prompt their industry, and pay their toil.<br>Let families, long strangers to delight,<br>Whom wayward fate dispers'd, by me unite;<br>Here live enjoying life; see plenty, peace;<br>Their lands increasing as their sons increase.<br>As nature yet is found, in leafy glades,<br>To intermix the walks with lights and shades;<br>Or as with good and ill, in chequer'd strife,<br>Various the goddess colours human life;<br>So, in this fertile clime, if yet are seen<br>Moors, marshes, cliffs, by turns to intervene;<br>Where cliffs, moors, marshes desolate the view,<br>Where haunts the bittern, and where screams the mew;<br>Where prowls the wolf, where roll'd the serpent lies,<br>Shall solemn fanes and halls of justice rise,<br>And towns shall open (all of structure fair!)<br>To bright'ning prospects, and to purest air;<br>Frequented ports, and vineyards green succeed,<br>And flocks increasing whiten all the mead.<br>On science, science, arts on arts refine;<br>On these, from high, all heav'n shall smiling shine,<br>And Public Spirit here a people show,<br>Free, num'rous, pleas'd, and busy all below.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Learn, future natives of this promis'd land,<br>What your forefathers ow'd my saving hand!<br>Learn, when Despair such sudden bliss shall see,<br>Such bliss must shine from Oglethorpe or me!<br>Do you the neighb'ring blameless Indian aid,<br>Culture what he neglects, not his invade;<br>Dare not, Oh dare not, with ambitious view,<br>Force or demand subjection never due.<br>Let, by my specious name, no tyrants rise,<br>And cry, while they enslave, they civilize!<br>Know, Liberty and I are still the same,<br>Congenial!-ever mingling flame with flame!<br>Why must I Afric's sable children see<br>Vended for slaves, tho' form'd by nature free,<br>The nameless tortures cruel minds invent,<br>Those to subject, whom nature equal meant?<br>If these you dare (albeit unjust success<br>Empow'rs you now unpunish'd to oppress)<br>Revolving empire you and yours may doom,<br>(Rome all subdu'd, yet Vandals vanquish'd Rome,)<br>Yes, empire may revolve, give them the day,<br>And yoke may yoke, and blood may blood repay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Thus (ah! how far unequall'd by my lays,<br>Unskill'd the heart to melt or mind to raise,)<br>Sublime, benevolent, deep, sweetly-clear,<br>Worthy a Thomson's Muse, a Fred'rick's ear,<br>Thus spoke the Goddess. Thus I faintly tell<br>In what lov'd works heav'n gives her to excel.<br>But who her sons, that, to her int'rest true,<br>Conversant lead her to a prince like you?<br>These, Sir, salute you from life's middle state,<br>Rich without gold, and without titles great:<br>Knowledge of books and men exalts their thought,<br>In wit accomplish'd, tho' in wiles untaught,<br>Careless of whispers meant to wound their name,<br>Nor sneer'd nor brib'd from virtue into shame;<br>In letters elegant, in honour bright,<br>They come, they catch, and they reflect delight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Mixing with these a few of rank are found,<br>For councils, embassies, and camps renown'd.<br>Vers'd in gay life, in honest maxims read,<br>And ever warm of heart, yet cool of head.<br>From these the circling glass gives wit to shine,<br>The bright grow brighter, and ev'n courts refine;<br>From these so gifted, candid, and upright,<br>Flows knowledge, soft'ning into ease polite.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Happy the men, who such a prince can please!<br>Happy the prince rever'd by men like these!<br>His condescensions dignity display,<br>Grave with the wise, and with the witty gay;<br>For him fine marble in the quarry lies,<br>Which, in due statues, to his fame shall rise;<br>Ever shall Public Spirit beam his praise,<br>And the Muse swell it in immortal lays.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Richard+Savage">Richard Savage</a><div class=q>
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A theme, which, to attempt alone, is praise.
Be Her's a zeal of Public Spirit known!
A princely zeal!-a spirit all your own!


Where never science beam'd a friendly ray,
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