<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=499107" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Wanderer: A Vision: Canto III</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus free our social time from morning flows,<br>Till rising shades attempt the day to close.<br>Thus my new friend: Behold the light's decay:<br>Back to yon city let me point thy way.<br>South-west, behind yon hill, the slooping sun,<br>To ocean's verge his fluent course has run:<br>His parting eyes a wat'ry radiance shed,<br>Glance through the vale, and tip the mountain's head:<br>To which oppos'd the shad'wy gulfs below,<br>Beauteous, reflect the party-colour'd snow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Now dance the stars, where Vesper leads the way;<br>Yet all faint-glimm'ring with remains of day.<br>Orient, the Queen of Night emits her dawn,<br>And throws, unseen, her mantle o'er the lawn.<br>Up the blue steep, her crimson orb now shines;<br>Now on the mountain-top her arm reclines,<br>In a red crescent seen: her zone now gleams,<br>Like Venus, quiv'ring in reflecting streams.<br>Yet red'ning, yet round-burning up the air,<br>From the white cliff, her feet slow-rising glare!<br>See! flames, condens'd, now vary her attire;<br>Her face, a broad circumference of fire.<br>Dark firs seem kindled in nocturnal blaze;<br>Thro' ranks of pines, her broken lustre plays,<br>Here glares, there brown-projecting shade bestows,<br>And, glitt'ring, sports upon the spangled snows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Now silver turn her beams!-Yon den they gain;<br>The big, rouz'd lion shakes his brindled main.<br>Fierce, fleet, gaunt monsters, all prepar'd for gore,<br>Rend woods, vales, rocks, with wide-resounding roar.<br>O dire presage!-But fear not thou, my friend,<br>Our steps the guardians of the just attend.<br>Homeward I'll wait thee on-and now survey,<br>How men, and spirits, chace the night away!<br>Yon nymps and swains in am'rous mirth advance;<br>To breathing music moves the circling dance.<br>Here the bold youth in deeds advent'rous glow,<br>Skimming in rapid sleds the crackling snow.<br>Not when Tydides won the fun'ral race,<br>Shot his light car along in swifter pace.<br>Here the glaz'd way with iron feet they dare,<br>And glide, well-pois'd, like Mercuries in air.<br>There crowds, with stable tread, and levell'd eye,<br>Lift, and dismiss the quoits, that whirling fly.<br>With force superior, not with skill so true,<br>The pond'rous disk from Roman sinews flew.<br>Where neighb'ring hills some cloudy sheet sustain,<br>Freez'd o'er the nether vale a pensive plain,<br>Cross the roof'd hollow rolls the massy round,<br>The crack'd ice rattles, and the rocks resound!<br>Censures, disputes, and laughs, alternate, rise;<br>And deaf'ning clangor thunders up the skies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Thus, amid crowded images, serene,<br>From hour to hour we pass'd, from scene to scene:<br>Fast wore the night. Full long we pac'd our way;<br>Vain steps! the city yet far distant lay.<br>While thus the Hermit, ere my wonder spoke,<br>Methought, with new amusement, silence broke:<br>Yon amber-hu'd cascade, which fleecy flies<br>Thro' rocks, and strays along the trackless skies<br>To frolic fairies marks the mazy ring;<br>Forth to the dance from little cells they spring,<br>Measur'd to pipe, or harp!-and next they stand.<br>Marshall'd beneath the moon, a radiant band!<br>In frost-work now delight the sportive kind:<br>Now court wild Fancy in the whistling wind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Hark!-the funereal bell's deep-sounding toll,<br>To bliss, from mis'ry, calls some righteous soul!<br>Just freed from life, like swift-ascending fire,<br>Glorious it mounts, and gleams from yonder spire!<br>Light claps its wings!-It views, with pitying sight,<br>The friendly mourner pay the pious rite;<br>The plume high-wrought, that black'ning nods in air;<br>The slow-pac'd weeping pomp; the solemn pray'r;<br>The decent tomb; the verse, that Sorrow gives,<br>Where, to remembrance sweet, fair Virtue lives.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Now to mid-heav'n the whiten'd moon inclines,<br>And shades contract, mark'd out in clearer lines;<br>With noiseless gloom the plains are delug'd o'er:<br>See!-from the north, what streaming meteors pour!<br>Beneath Boötes springs the radiant train,<br>And quiver thro' the axle of his wain.<br>O'er altars thus, impainted, we behold<br>Half-circling glories shoot in rays of gold.<br>Cross either swift elance the vivid fires!<br>As swift again each pointed flame retires!<br>In fancy's eye encount'ring armies glare,<br>And sanguine ensigns wave unfurl'd in air!<br>Hence the weak vulgar deem impending fate,<br>A monarch ruin'd, or unpeopled state.<br>Thus comets, dreadful visitants! arise<br>To them wild omens, science to the wise!<br>These mark the comet to the sun incline,<br>While deep-red flames around its center shine!<br>While its fierce rear a winding trail displays,<br>And lights all ether with the sweepy blaze!<br>Or when, compell'd, it flies the torrid zone,<br>And shoots by worlds unnumber'd, and unknown;<br>By worlds, whose people, all-aghast with fear,<br>May view that minister of vengeance near!<br>'Till now the transient glow, remote, and lost,<br>Decays, and darkens 'mid involving frost!<br>Or when it, sun-ward, drinks rich beams again,<br>And burns imperious on th' etherial plain!<br>The learn'd-one, curious, eyes it from afar,<br>Sparkling thro' night, a new, illustrious star!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The moon, descending, saw us now pursue<br>The various talk;-the city near in view!<br>Here from still life (he cries) avert thy sight,<br>And mark what deeds adorn, or shame the night!<br>But, heedful, each immodest prospect fly;<br>Where decency forbids enquiry's eye.<br>Man were not man, without love's wanton fire,<br>But reason's glory is to quell desire.<br>What are thy fruits, O Lust? Short blessings, bought<br>With long remorse, the seed of bitter thought;<br>Perhaps some babe to dire diseases born,<br>Doom'd for another's crimes, thro' life, to mourn;<br>Or murder'd, to preserve a mother's fame;<br>Or cast obscure; the child of want and shame!<br>False pride! What vices on our conduct steal,<br>From the world's eye one frailty to conceal?<br>Ye cruel mothers!-Soft! those words command;<br>So near shall cruelty and mother stand?<br>Can the dove's bosom snakey venom draw?<br>Can its foot sharpen, like the vulture's claw?<br>Can the fond goat, or tender fleecy dam<br>Howl, like the wolf, to tear the kid, or lamb?<br>Yes, there are mothers-There I fear'd his aim,<br>And conscious, trembled at the coming name;<br>Then, with a sigh, his issuing words oppos'd!<br>Straight with a falling tear the speech he clos'd.<br>That tenderness which ties of blood deny,<br>Nature repaid me from a stranger's eye.<br>Pale grew my cheeks!-But now to gen'ral views<br>Our converse turns, which thus my friend renews.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Yon mansion, made by beaming tapers gay,<br>Drowns the dim night, and counterfeits the day.<br>From lumin'd windows glancing on the eye,<br>Around, athwart, the frisking shadows fly,<br>There midnight riot spreads illusive joys,<br>And fortune, health, and dearer time destroys.<br>Soon death's dark agent to luxuriant ease,<br>Shall wake sharp warnings in some fierce disease.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>O man! thy fabric's like a well-form'd state;<br>Thy thoughts, first-rank'd, were sure design'd the great!<br>Passions plebeians are, which faction raise;<br>Wine, like pour'd oil, excites the raging blaze:<br>Then giddy anarchy's rude triumphs rise:<br>Then sov'reign reason from her empire flies:<br>That ruler once depos'd, wisdom and wit,<br>To noise and folly, place and pow'r submit;<br>Like a frail bark thy weaken'd mind is tost,<br>Unsteer'd, unbalanc'd, till its wealth is lost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The miser-spirit eyes the spendthrift heir,<br>And mourns, too late, effects of sordid care.<br>His treasures fly to cloy each fawning slave;<br>Yet grudge a stone to dignify his grave.<br>For this, low-thoughted craft his life employ'd;<br>For this, tho' wealthy, he no wealth enjoy'd;<br>For this, he grip'd the poor, and alms deny'd,<br>Unfriended liv'd, and unlamented died.<br>Yet smile, griev'd shade! when that unprosp'rous store<br>Fast-lessens, when gay hours return no more;<br>Smile at thy heir, beholding in his fall,<br>Men once oblig'd, like him, ungrateful all!<br>Then thought-inspiring woe his heart shall mend,<br>And prove his only wise, unflatt'ring friend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Folly exhibits thus unmanly sport,<br>While plotting mischief keeps reserv'd her court.<br>Lo! from that mount, in blasting sulphur broke,<br>Stream flames voluminous, enwrapp'd with smoke!<br>In chariot-shape they whirl up yonder tow'r,<br>Lean on its brow, and like destruction low'r!<br>From the black depth a fiery legion springs;<br>Each bold, bad spectre claps her sounding wings:<br>And straight beneath a summon'd, trait'rous band,<br>On horror bent, in dark convention stand:<br>From each fiend's mouth a ruddy vapour flows,<br>Glides thro' the roof, and o'er the council glows:<br>The villains, close beneath th' infection pent,<br>Feel, all-possess'd, their rising galls ferment;<br>And burn with faction, hate, and vengeful ire,<br>For rapine, blood, and devastation dire!<br>But Justice marks their ways: she waves, in air,<br>The sword, high-threat'ning, like a comet's glare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>While here dark Villainy herself deceives,<br>There studious Honesty our view relieves.<br>A feeble taper, from yon lonesome room,<br>Scatt'ring thin rays, just glimmers thro' the gloom.<br>There sits the sapient bard in museful mood,<br>And glows impassion'd for his country's good!<br>All the bright spirits of the just, combin'd,<br>Inform, refine, and prompt his tow'ring mind!<br>He takes the gifted quill from hands divine,<br>Around his temples rays refulgent shine!<br>Now rapt! now more than man!-I see him climb,<br>To view this speck of earth from worlds sublime!<br>I see him now o'er Nature's works preside!<br>How clear the vision! and the scene how wide!<br>Let some a name by adulation raise,<br>Or scandal, meaner than a venal praise!<br>My muse (he cries) a nobler prospect view!<br>Thro' fancy's wilds some moral's point pursue!<br>From dark deception clear-drawn truth display,<br>As from black chaos rose resplendent day!<br>Awake compassion, and bid terror rise!<br>Bid humble sorrows strike superior eyes!<br>So pamper'd pow'r, unconscious of distress,<br>May see, be mov'd, and, being mov'd, redress.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Ye traytors, tyrants, fear his stinging lay!<br>Ye pow'rs unlov'd, unpity'd in decay!<br>But know, to you sweet-blossom'd Fame he brings,<br>Ye heroes, patriots, and paternal kings!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>O Thou, who form'd, who rais'd the poet's art,<br>(Voice of thy will!) unerring force impart!<br>If wailing worth can gen'rous warmth excite,<br>If verse can gild instruction with delight,<br>Inspire his honest Muse with orient flame,<br>To rise, to dare, to reach the noblest aim!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But, O my friend! mysterious is our fate!<br>How mean his fortune, tho' his mind elate!<br>Æneas-like, he passes thro' the crowd,<br>Unsought, unseen beneath misroftune's cloud;<br>Or seen with slight regard: Unprais'd his name;<br>His after-honour, and our after-shame.<br>The doom'd desert to av'rice stands confess'd;<br>Her eyes averted are, and steel'd her breast.<br>Envy asquint the future wonder eyes:<br>Bold Insult, pointing, hoots him as he flies;<br>While coward Censure, skill'd in darker ways,<br>Hints sure detraction in dissembled praise!<br>Hunger, thirst, nakedness, there grievous fall!<br>Unjust Derision too!-that tongue of gall!<br>Slow comes relief, with no mild charms endu'd,<br>Usher'd by Pride, and by Reproach pursu'd.<br>Forc'd Pity meets him with a cold respect,<br>Unkind as Scorn, ungen'rous as Neglect.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Yet, suff'ring Worth! thy fortitude will shine!<br>Thy foes are Virtue's, and her friends are thine!<br>Patience is thine, and Peace thy days shall crown;<br>Thy treasure Prudence, and thy claim Renown:<br>Myriads, unborn, shall mourn thy hapless fate,<br>And myriads grow, by thy example, great!<br>Hark! from the watch-tow'r rolls the trumpet's sound,<br>Sweet thro' still night, proclaiming safety round!<br>Yon shade illustrious quits the realms of rest,<br>To aid some orphan of its race distrest,<br>Safe winds him thro' the subterraneous way,<br>That mines yon mansion, grown with ruin grey,<br>And marks the wealthy, unsuspected ground,<br>Where, green with rust, long-buried coins abound.<br>This plaintive ghost, from earth when newly fled,<br>Saw those, the living trusted, wrong the dead;<br>He saw, by fraud abus'd, the lifeless hand<br>Sign the false deed that alienates his land;<br>Heard, on his fame, injurious censure thrown,<br>And mourn'd the beggar'd orphan's bitter groan.<br>Commission'd now, the falshood he reveals,<br>To justice soon th' enabled heir appeals;<br>Soon, by this wealth, are costly pleas maintain'd,<br>And, by discover'd truth, lost right regain'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But why (may some enquire) why kind success,<br>Since mystic heav'n gives mis'ry oft to bless?<br>Tho' mis'ry leads to happiness and truth,<br>Unequal to the load, this languid youth,<br>Unstrengthen'd virtue scarce his bosom fir'd,<br>And fearful from his growing wants retir'd.<br>(Oh, let none censure, if, untried by grief,<br>If, amidst woe, untempted by relief,)<br>He stoop'd reluctant to low arts of shame,<br>Which then, ev'n then he scorn'd, and blush'd to name.<br>Heav'n sees, and makes th' imperfect worth its care,<br>And cheers the trembling heart, unform'd to bear.<br>Now rising fortune elevates his mind,<br>He shines unclouded, and adorns mankind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>So in some engine, that denies a vent,<br>If unrespiring is some creature pent,<br>It sickens, droops, and pants, and gasps for breath,<br>Sad o'er the sight swim shad'wy mists of death;<br>If then kind air pours pow'rful in again,<br>New heats, new pulses quicken ev'ry vein;<br>From the clear'd, lifted, life-rekindled eye,<br>Dispers'd, the dark and dampy vapours fly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>From trembling tombs the ghosts of greatness rise,<br>And o'er their bodies hang with wistful eyes;<br>Or discontented stalk, and mix their howls<br>With howling wolves, their screams with screaming owls.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The interval 'twixt night and morn is nigh,<br>Winter more nitrous chills the shadow'd sky.<br>Springs with soft heats no more give borders green,<br>Nor smoaking breathe along the whiten'd scene;<br>While steamy currents, sweet in prospect, charm<br>Like veins blue-winding on a fair-one's arm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Now Sleep to Fancy parts with half his pow'r,<br>And broken slumbers drag the restless hour.<br>The murder'd seems alive, and ghastly glares,<br>And in dire dreams the conscious murd'rer scares,<br>Shews the yet-spouting wound, th' ensanguin'd floor,<br>The walls yet smoaking with the spatter'd gore;<br>Or shrieks to dozing justice, and reveals<br>The deed, which fraudful art from day conceals;<br>The delve obscene, where no suspicion pries,<br>Where the disfigur'd corse unshrouded lies;<br>The sure, the striking proof, so strong maintain'd,<br>Pale Guilt starts self-convicted, when arraign'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>These spirits, treason of its pow'r divest,<br>And turn the peril from the patriot's breast.<br>Those solemn thought inspire, or bright descend<br>To snatch, in vision sweet, the dying friend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But we deceive the gloom, the matin bell<br>Summon's to prayer!-Now breaks th' inchanter's spell!<br>And now-But yon fair spirit's form survey!<br>'Tis she!-Olympia beckons me away!<br>I haste! I fly-adieu!-and when you see<br>The youth who bleeds with fondness, think on me:<br>Tell him my tale, and be his pain carest;<br>By love I tortur'd was, by love I'm blest.<br>When worship'd woman we entranc'd behold,<br>We praise the Maker in his fairest mould;<br>The pride of nature, harmony combin'd,<br>And light immortal to the soul refin'd!<br>Depriv'd of charming woman, soon we miss<br>The prize of friendship, and the life of bliss!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Still thro' the shades Olympia dawning breaks!<br>What bloom, what brightness lusters o'er her cheeks!<br>Again she calls!-I dare no longer stay!<br>A kind farewel-Olympia, I obey.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>He turn'd, nor longer in my sight remain'd;<br>The mountain he, I safe the city gain'd.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=499107" data-title="The Wanderer: A Vision: Canto III de Richard Savage" data-description="Thus free our social time from morning flows, Till rising shades attempt the day to close. 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