Poems and Plays By William Hayley ... in Six Volumes. A New Edition |
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ODE
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ODE TO THE COUNTESS DE GENLIS.
1784.
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No more let English pride arraignThe Gallic Muse, as light and vain,
Whose trifling fingers can but weave
The flimsy novel, to deceive
Inaction's languid hour;
Where sentiment, from nothing spun,
Shines like a garden-cobweb in the sun,
Thrown in autumnal nights o'er many a wither'd flower.
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II
Too often, in the giddy fitOf wanton or satiric wit,
The rash and frolic sons of France
Have sketch'd the frivolous romance;
While reason stood aloof;
While modesty the work disclaim'd;
And griev'd religion, with disdain inflam'd,
On the licentious page pronounc'd her just reproof.
III
The Genius of the generous landSurvey'd the vain fantastic band,
And kindling with indignant pride,
Athirst for genuine glory, cried:
“Too long have ye disgrac'd
“The Gallic name!—ye sophists, hence!
“A female hand shall expiate your offence,
“The wrongs that ye have done to virtue, truth, and “taste.
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“Rise, my Genlis! those ills correct,“That spring from this pernicious sect:
“To infancy's important years,
“That season of parental fears,
“Devote thy varied page!
“Mould and defend the youthful heart
“Against the subtle, soul-debasing art
“Of the sarcastic wit, and self-intitled sage!”
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Illumin'd with angelic zeal,And wishing Nature's general weal,
The lovely moralist arose:
The flame that from religion flows
Play'd round her pensive head:
The tender virtues smiling strove
T' enrich the variegated web she wove,
Where wisdom's temperate hand the flowers of fancy spread.
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VI
The sisters of theatric power,Whose intermingled sun and shower
Give to the stage, in friendly strife,
Each touching charm of chequer'd life,
Inspir'd the friend of youth:
Arts yet unknown to her they taught,
To fix and charm quick childhood's rambling thought
With unexampled scenes of tenderness and truth.
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Her pathos is not proudly builtOn splendid or impassion'd guilt;
The little incidents, that rise
As sportive youth's light season flies,
Her simple drama fill;
Yet he, the sweet Socratic sage ,
Who steep'd in tears the wide Athenian stage,
Fram'd not his moral scene with more pathetic skill.
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VIII
In the rich novel's ampler fieldHer genius rears a radiant shield,
With fancy's blazonry imprest;
Potent to save the youthful breast
From passion's poison'd dart:
Like that which Homer's gods produce,
Its high-wrought beauties shine with double use,
To charm the curious mind, and guard th' unwary heart.
IX
Ye Fairies! 'twas your boast to bindIn sweet amaze the infant mind:
But scorning fiction's faded flower,
Behold Genlis in magic power
Your sorcery excells!
She, first of childhood's pleasing friends!
Arm'd with the force that liberal science lends,
From art and nature frames her more attractive spells .
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X
Lovely magician! in returnFor the sweet tears of fond concern,
With moral pleasure's tender thrill
Awak'd by thy enchanting skill,
Accept this votive rhyme!
Spurn not a wreath of foreign hue,
Tho' rudely twin'd of humble flowers, that grew
In a sequester'd vale of Albion's wayward clime!
XI
Think, if from Britain's churlish skyThis verse to foreign genius fly,
Think not our letter'd females raise
No titles to melodious praise:—
Keen science cannot find
One clime within the earth's wide zone,
Whose daughters, Britain! have surpass'd thy own
In the career of art, the triumphs of the mind.
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XII
This honest boast of English pride,Which meaner merit might deride,
Will ne'er the just Genlis beguile
Of one disdainful, envious smile;
For envy ne'er conceal'd
From her clear sight a rival's claim;
Her voice has swell'd my fair compatriots fame,
Pleas'd with their glorious march o'er learning's varied field!
XIII
Doubly, Genlis! may'st thou rejoice,Whene'er impartial glory's voice
Ranks with the happiest toils of men
The graceful works of woman's pen,
Tho' not of Gallic frame:
For O! beneath whatever skies
Records of female genius may arise,
Those records must enfold thy fair and fav'rite name.
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In every clime where arts have smil'd,Where'er the mother loves her child,
And pants, with anxious zeal possest,
To fortify the tender breast,
And the young mind enlarge,
From thy chaste page she'll learn the art,
Fondly to play the sage preceptor's part,
And draw her dearest joys from that important charge:
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Wherever youth, with curious view,Instructive pleasure shall pursue,
The little lively student there,
With rapt attention's keenest air,
Shall o'er thy volumes bend:
And while his tears their charm confess,
His grateful voice shall in their author bless
The spirit-kindling guide, the heart-enchanting friend.
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