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THE TOMB of Shakespear. A VISION.
By JOHN GILBERT COOPER, Esq;
What time the jocund rosie-bosom'd Hours
Led forth the train of Phoebus and the Spring,
And Zephyr mild profusely scatter'd flowers
On Earth's green mantle from his musky wing,
Led forth the train of Phoebus and the Spring,
And Zephyr mild profusely scatter'd flowers
On Earth's green mantle from his musky wing,
Thr Morn unbarr'd th'ambrosial gates of light,
Westward the raven-pinion'd Darkness flew,
The Landscape smil'd in vernal beauty bright,
And to their graves the sullen Ghosts withdrew.
Westward the raven-pinion'd Darkness flew,
The Landscape smil'd in vernal beauty bright,
And to their graves the sullen Ghosts withdrew.
The nightingale no longer swell'd her throat
With love-lorn plainings tremulous and slow,
And on the wings of Silence ceas'd to float
The gurgling notes of her melodious woe:
With love-lorn plainings tremulous and slow,
And on the wings of Silence ceas'd to float
The gurgling notes of her melodious woe:
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The God of sleep mysterious visions led
In gay procession 'fore the mental eye,
And my free'd soul awhile her mansion fled,
To try her plumes for immortality.
In gay procession 'fore the mental eye,
And my free'd soul awhile her mansion fled,
To try her plumes for immortality.
Thro' fields of air, methought, I took my flight,
Thro' ev'ry clime, o'er ev'ry region pass'd,
No paradise or ruin 'scap'd my sight,
Hesperian garden, or Cimmerian waste.
Thro' ev'ry clime, o'er ev'ry region pass'd,
No paradise or ruin 'scap'd my sight,
Hesperian garden, or Cimmerian waste.
On Avon's banks I lit, whose streams appear
To wind with eddies fond round Shakespear's tomb,
The year's first feath'ry songsters warble near,
And vi'lets breathe, and earliest roses bloom.
To wind with eddies fond round Shakespear's tomb,
The year's first feath'ry songsters warble near,
And vi'lets breathe, and earliest roses bloom.
Here Fancy sat, (her dewy fingers cold
Decking with flow'rets fresh th'unsullied sod,)
And bath'd with tears the sad sepulchral mold,
Her fav'rite offspring's long and last abode.
Decking with flow'rets fresh th'unsullied sod,)
And bath'd with tears the sad sepulchral mold,
Her fav'rite offspring's long and last abode.
Ah! what avails, she cry'd, a Poet's name?
Ah! what avails th'immortalizing breath
To snatch from dumb Oblivion other's fame?
My darling child here lies a prey to Death!
Ah! what avails th'immortalizing breath
To snatch from dumb Oblivion other's fame?
My darling child here lies a prey to Death!
Let gentle Otway, white-rob'd Pity's priest,
From grief domestic teach the tears to flow,
Or Southern captivate th'impassion'd breast
With heart-felt sighs and sympathy of woe.
From grief domestic teach the tears to flow,
Or Southern captivate th'impassion'd breast
With heart-felt sighs and sympathy of woe.
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For not to these his genius was confin'd,
Nature and I each tuneful pow'r had given,
Poetic transports of the madding mind,
And the wing'd words that waft the soul to heaven:
Nature and I each tuneful pow'r had given,
Poetic transports of the madding mind,
And the wing'd words that waft the soul to heaven:
The fiery glance of th'intellectual eye,
Piercing all objects of creation's store,
Which on this world's extended surface lie;
And plastic thought that still created more.
Piercing all objects of creation's store,
Which on this world's extended surface lie;
And plastic thought that still created more.
O grant, with eager rapture I reply'd,
Grant me, great goddess of the changeful eye,
To view each Being in poetic pride,
To whom thy son gave immortality.
Grant me, great goddess of the changeful eye,
To view each Being in poetic pride,
To whom thy son gave immortality.
Sweet Fancy smil'd, and wav'd her mystic rod,
When strait these visions felt her pow'rful arm,
And one by one succeeded at her nod,
As vassal sprites obey the wizard's charm.
When strait these visions felt her pow'rful arm,
And one by one succeeded at her nod,
As vassal sprites obey the wizard's charm.
First a celestial form
(of azure hue
Whose mantle, bound with brede ætherial, flow'd
To each soft breeze its balmy breath that drew)
Swift down the sun-beams of the noon-tide rode.
Whose mantle, bound with brede ætherial, flow'd
To each soft breeze its balmy breath that drew)
Swift down the sun-beams of the noon-tide rode.
Obedient to the necromantic sway
Of an old sage to solitude resign'd,
With fenny vapors he obscur'd the day,
Launch'd the long lightning, and let loose the wind.
Of an old sage to solitude resign'd,
With fenny vapors he obscur'd the day,
Launch'd the long lightning, and let loose the wind.
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He whirl'd the tempest thro' the howling air,
Rattled the dreadful thunderclap on high,
And rais'd a roaring elemental war
Betwixt the sea-green waves and azure sky.
Rattled the dreadful thunderclap on high,
And rais'd a roaring elemental war
Betwixt the sea-green waves and azure sky.
Then, like heav'n's mild embassador of love
To man repentant, bade the tumult cease,
Smooth'd the blue bosom of the realms above,
And hush'd the rebel elements to peace.
To man repentant, bade the tumult cease,
Smooth'd the blue bosom of the realms above,
And hush'd the rebel elements to peace.
Unlike to this in spirit or in mien
Another form succeeded to my view;
A two-legg'd brute which Nature made in spleen,
Or from the loathing womb unfinish'd drew.
Another form succeeded to my view;
A two-legg'd brute which Nature made in spleen,
Or from the loathing womb unfinish'd drew.
Scarce cou'd he syllable the curse he thought,
Prone were his eyes to earth, his mind to evil,
A carnal fiend to imperfection wrought,
The mongrel offspring of a Witch and Devil.
Prone were his eyes to earth, his mind to evil,
A carnal fiend to imperfection wrought,
The mongrel offspring of a Witch and Devil.
Next bloom'd, upon an ancient forest's bound,
The flow'ry margin of a silent stream,
O'er-arch'd by oaks with ivy mantled round,
And gilt by silver Ctnthia's maiden beam.
The flow'ry margin of a silent stream,
O'er-arch'd by oaks with ivy mantled round,
And gilt by silver Ctnthia's maiden beam.
On the green carpet of th'unbended grass,
A dapper train of female fairies play'd,
And ey'd their gambols in the watry glass,
That smoothly stole along the shad'wy glade.
A dapper train of female fairies play'd,
And ey'd their gambols in the watry glass,
That smoothly stole along the shad'wy glade.
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Thro' these the queen Titania pass'd ador'd,
Mounted aloft in her imperial car,
Journeying to see great Oberon her lord
Wage the mock battles of a sportive war.
Mounted aloft in her imperial car,
Journeying to see great Oberon her lord
Wage the mock battles of a sportive war.
Arm'd cap-a-pee forth march'd the fairy king,
A stouter warrior never took the field,
His threat'ning lance a hornet's horrid sting,
The sharded beetle's scale his sable shield.
A stouter warrior never took the field,
His threat'ning lance a hornet's horrid sting,
The sharded beetle's scale his sable shield.
Around their chief the elfin host appear'd,
Each little helmet sparkled like a star,
And their sharp spears in pierceless phalanx rear'd,
A grove of thistles, glitter'd in the air.
Each little helmet sparkled like a star,
And their sharp spears in pierceless phalanx rear'd,
A grove of thistles, glitter'd in the air.
The scene then chang'd, from this romantic land,
To a bleak waste by bound'ry unconfin'd,
Where three smart sisters of the weïrd band
Were mutt'ring curses to the troublous wind.
To a bleak waste by bound'ry unconfin'd,
Where three smart sisters of the weïrd band
Were mutt'ring curses to the troublous wind.
Pale Want had wither'd every furrow'd face,
Bow'd was each carcase with the weight of years,
And each sunk eye-ball from its hollow case
Distill'd cold rheum's involuntary tears.
Bow'd was each carcase with the weight of years,
And each sunk eye-ball from its hollow case
Distill'd cold rheum's involuntary tears.
Hors'd on three staves they posted to the bourn
Of a drear island, where the pendant brow
Of a rough rock, shagg'd horribly with thorn,
Frown'd on the boist'rous waves which rag'd below.
Of a drear island, where the pendant brow
Of a rough rock, shagg'd horribly with thorn,
Frown'd on the boist'rous waves which rag'd below.
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Deep in a gloomy grot remote from day,
Where smiling Comfort never shew'd her face,
Where light ne'er enter'd, save one rueful ray
Discov'ring all the terrors of the place,
Where smiling Comfort never shew'd her face,
Where light ne'er enter'd, save one rueful ray
Discov'ring all the terrors of the place,
They held damn'd myst'ries with infernal state,
Whilst ghastly spectres glided slowly by,
The scritch-owl scream'd the dying call of fate,
And ravens croak'd their baleful augury.
Whilst ghastly spectres glided slowly by,
The scritch-owl scream'd the dying call of fate,
And ravens croak'd their baleful augury.
No human footstep cheer'd the dread abode,
Nor sign of living creature could be seen,
Save where the reptile snake, or sullen toad,
The murky floor had soil'd with venom green.
Nor sign of living creature could be seen,
Save where the reptile snake, or sullen toad,
The murky floor had soil'd with venom green.
Sudden I heard the whirlwind's hollow sound,
Each weïrd sister vanish'd into smoke.
Now a dire yell of spirits underground
Thro' troubled Earth's wide yawning surface broke;
Each weïrd sister vanish'd into smoke.
Now a dire yell of spirits underground
Thro' troubled Earth's wide yawning surface broke;
When lo! each injur'd apparition rose;
Aghast the murd'rer started from his bed;
Guilt's trembling breath his heart's red current froze,
And Horror's dew-drops bath'd his frantic head.
Aghast the murd'rer started from his bed;
Guilt's trembling breath his heart's red current froze,
And Horror's dew-drops bath'd his frantic head.
More had I seen—but now the God of day
O'er earth's broad breast his flood of light had spread,
When Morpheus call'd his fickle dreams away,
And on their wings each bright illusion fled.
O'er earth's broad breast his flood of light had spread,
When Morpheus call'd his fickle dreams away,
And on their wings each bright illusion fled.
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Yet still the dear Enchantress of the brain
My waking eyes with wishful wand'rings sought,
Whose magic will controuls th'ideal train,
The ever-restless progeny of Thought.
My waking eyes with wishful wand'rings sought,
Whose magic will controuls th'ideal train,
The ever-restless progeny of Thought.
Sweet pow'r, I said, for others gild the ray
Of Wealth, or Honor's folly-feather'd crown,
Or lead the madding multitude astray
To grasp at air-blown bubbles of renown.
Of Wealth, or Honor's folly-feather'd crown,
Or lead the madding multitude astray
To grasp at air-blown bubbles of renown.
Me (humbler lot!) let blameless bliss engage,
Free from the noble mob's ambitious strife,
Free from the muck-worm miser's lucrous rage,
In calm Contentment's cottag'd vale of life.
Free from the noble mob's ambitious strife,
Free from the muck-worm miser's lucrous rage,
In calm Contentment's cottag'd vale of life.
If frailties there (for who from them is free?)
Thro' Error's maze my devious footsteps lead,
Let them be frailties of humanity,
And my heart plead the pardon of my head.
Thro' Error's maze my devious footsteps lead,
Let them be frailties of humanity,
And my heart plead the pardon of my head.
Let not my reason impiously require
What heav'n has plac'd beyond its narrow span,
But teach it to subdue each fierce desire,
Which wars within its own small empire, man.
What heav'n has plac'd beyond its narrow span,
But teach it to subdue each fierce desire,
Which wars within its own small empire, man.
Teach me, what all believe, but few possess,
That life's best science is ourselves to know,
The first of human blessings is to bless,
And happiest he who feels another's woe.
That life's best science is ourselves to know,
The first of human blessings is to bless,
And happiest he who feels another's woe.
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Thus cheaply wise, and innocently great,
While Time's smooth sand shall regularly pass,
Each destin'd atom's quiet course I'll wait,
Nor rashly break, nor wish to stop the glass.
While Time's smooth sand shall regularly pass,
Each destin'd atom's quiet course I'll wait,
Nor rashly break, nor wish to stop the glass.
And when in death my peaceful ashes lie,
If e'er some tongue congenial speaks my name,
Friendship shall never blush to breathe a sigh,
And great ones envy such an honest fame.
If e'er some tongue congenial speaks my name,
Friendship shall never blush to breathe a sigh,
And great ones envy such an honest fame.
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