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Poetics

Or, a series of poems, and disquisitions on poetry. By George Dyer

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ODE I. THE RACE OF HEROES.

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This is a Dramatic Ode. The subject relating to different countries, allusions, as in a former ode, are made to different mythologies. The Muse, the Queen or Goddess of Poetry, is introduced, asserting her ancient character, as seen in the exciting of benevolent and social affections. The reflections, which thence arise, confirm this appeal, and superadd, that poetry is qualified to produce similar effects, even in modern times. In confirmation of these ideas, the Queen of Poetry bursts out in an address to Benevolence or Love, as being worthy, in every age of the world, of the highest praise.— Effects, which soon followed, in a Race of Heroes, the offspring of Benevolence, distinguished by their exertions for the public good. At the same time, Avarice and Ambition were born, introducing into society innumerable calamities. Love, immediately perceiving the source of these fatal ills, calls upon her sons, the Race of Heroes, to revive her ancient laws, and to teach mankind the proper use of riches.

A peculiar measure is adopted for the sake of variety, and the boldness of its transitions, which, perhaps, may be called Anti-Pindaric, of which more hereafter.

This poem had in view, originally, the design of the Literary


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Fund, a society, which first arose out of the meeting of a few men of Letters for benevolent purposes. It is now distinguished by the attention of the higher circles, and has for its President and Patron, the Prince of Wales.

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Lives there a man, who does not feel
“Love's deeply-thrilling joy?
“Him let the swarm of hovering cares annoy:
“His forehead wears the monster-seal.
“Has he no music in his heart?
“Far from the social board let him depart;
“Bid him seek some Cyclopean cave,
“Where the giant-furies rave;
“Or some charm-resisting ground,
“Where scowling ghosts stalk round and round;
“Or darkling 'mid the blasted desert stray,
“Scar'd by the demon of the troublous way.”

2.

Such was the song of ancient time,
Which rous'd, as by a spell, the slumbering soul;

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And still shall bid th'enthusiast rhyme
From breast to breast in mingling streams to roll.
For kindred spirits, fraught with passions strong,
Heav'n gave to feel the magic power of song.
Yet shall the bard still toil around,
For souls of Grecian, Roman name?
Still call the muse of fairy-ground,
To lift some storied Arthur's fame?
Man fills a little space,
Nor long shall hold his way;
Princes and glittering knights, ah! who shall trace
Beyond a day?—
These flowers of human kind but bloom for death,
And fable is but mortal breath;
While Love, still fair and fragrant, never dies,
Fills the wide range of earth, fills all th'expanse of skies.

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“To thee of boundless fame,
“And blest with matchless powers,
“Benevolence or Love, whate'er thy name;
“If when th'expectant hours

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“Were taught again harmonious to advance
“In light mysterious dance,
“Then life was thine, thy grand delight to plan
“The genial solace of the future man;
“When at thy touch confusion fled,
“Again mov'd on the course of years,
“And order shew'd its orient head,
“'Mid the music of the spheres:
“Or rather, if 'twas thine, thro' years to rest
“In some fair Island of the Blest,
“Where one unclouded glory gilds the sky,
“Where from the sea the gales ambrosial fly;
“Oh! thou of peerless grace,
“Whate'er thy name, where'er thy place,
“Thine be the song of time.” Thus roll'd along
The goddess of the Lyre, th'impetuous tide of song.

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Thro' the deep long extent of time,
A race of heroes sprung;
Love was their sire—They in each distant clime,
Liv'd by Love's law, his triumphs sung.
See Discord back to Chaos hurl'd!
See dawning reason harmonize the world!

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Soon o'er his realms so vast and wide
Ocean views the vessel glide:
Commerce, lo! has spread the sail,
And lands remote th'advent'rers fondly hail:
And Tyre, how great thy rapture to explore
The treasures new of many a distant shore!

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Ah! what is all the blaze of power?
And what the pride of wealth, but pomp, and pain?
Then brooding Avarice knew her hour;
Then wrapp'd her niggard soul in dreams of gain;
Ambition, too, thy growing hopes were bold;
She ponder'd where to hide the worshipp'd gold,
Remorseless, curs'd amidst her hoard;
Thou durst bid ocean wear thy chain,
Like gorgeous Persia's madden'd Lord,
And the wide world confess thy reign.
Love call'd his sons; he saw
Where lust and wanton waste
Each fram'd with tyrant pride the lawless law;
And lo! they haste,
The Hero Race, man's guardian angel-bands;
What hero sleeps, when Love commands?
“Proceed, he cries, my ancient laws proclaim,
“Still imitate my deeds, still emulate my fame.”

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“Then only gold is bright
“When like the sun it shines,

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“And round the world distributes generous light:
“But when the dirt of mines
“Cleaves to a miser's soul, the base-born ore
“Is baser than before;
“Shine ye in bounty rich; to all impart
“Their boon of bliss, the genial warmth of heart:
“Let earth be cloth'd in golden grain,
“Make vallies smile and rivers flow,
“Teach every art to own thy reign,
“And genius with new fires to glow:
“Bid science from her sleep of years to start,
“And Laws controul the miscreant heart:
“And bid the muse with her soul-soothing charm
“The grizly host of human ills disarm,
“To soothe or fire the breast:
“Thus live, in blessing others blest,
“Thus reign, and, more than conquerors, rule the mind,
“Such be the Hero Race, the stars of human kind.”

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1.

Lo quickly speeds the word divine;
Zeal to adventure led;
Wisdom held out a cheering light to shine,
And wide the vivid glory spread.
Ye northern climes, unknown to fame,
Whence else have sprung your souls of noble name?
Ye hills, whence living waters pour,
From east to west their mingled store,
Whence else your bards, and many a sage
Gods amongst men, and masters of the age;

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Hence Anacharsis, and each Eastern sire,
And Cadmus' lore, and Orpheus' heavenly lyre.

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And thou, oh! Britain, isle so blest,
Whom valour gives the glory of a name,
Have generous fires ne'er warm'd thy breast,
Or were your fires but wild ambition's flame?
No—Britain heroes boasts, and still her pride,
Alfreds who rul'd, and Nelsons who have died.
See Bacon, nature's laws unfold!
From world to world see Newton soar!
In mercy's cause see Howard hold
His patient course from shore to shore!
Enough—lo! fancy now
Conducts the muse along,
The azure robe and golden lyre well show
The queen of song:
And did she vainly lift the heroic lays?
Rich were her songs, and breath of praise;
And dear is still her sweetly-warbled lyre,
As wing'd with zeal divine, she breathes the ennobling fire.

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“Know, Genius is a light,
“Guiding millions on their way;
“A friendly moon, which gilds the deep of night,
“A sun, which rules the day;
“And science, flowing thro' the vast of time,
“A stream which cheers each clime.

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“Hence well-directed plans and counsels sage,
“Which guide, exalt, and harmonize an age.
“Hence art, and taste, and wealth, and power,
“The charm and bliss of life inhale,
“The bees, which rifling every flower,
“On their treasur'd sweets regale.
“I come! this wreath (the task to me assign'd)
“Pensive on sacred brows to bind—
“For more is still to worth and genius due;
“And lo! the task of love I leave to you:
“Poor are the muse's lays,
“But oh! be yours the heroes' praise:
“While thro' the skies their merits I resound;
“Yours be the nobler task to raise them from the ground.”