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To Newton's genius and immortal fame,

POEM ON SIR ISAAC NEWTON. Till some kind angel, at Heav'n's high command,

Rollid back the rising tides, and haughty floods, ORIGINALLY PREFIXED TO PEMBERTON'S view

And to the ocean thunder'd out his voice:
ISAAC NEWTON'S PHILOSOPHY, 1728. 8vo. Quick all the swelling and imperious waves,

The foaming billows, and obscuring surge,

Back to their channels and their ancient seats Th' advent'rous Muse with treinbling pinions soars. Recoil affrighted: from the darksome main Thou, heav'nly Truth, from thy seraphic throne Earth raises smiling, as new-born, her head, Look favourable down, do thou assist

And with fresh charms her lovely face arrays. My lab'ring thought, do thou inspire my song. So his extensive thought accomplish'd first Newton, who first th’ Almighty's works display'd, The mighty task to drive th' obstructing mists And smooth'd that mirror, in whose polish'd face Of Ignorance away, beneath whose gloom The great Creator now conspicuous shines; Th’unshrouded majesty of Nature lay. Who opend Nature's adamantine gates,

He drew the veil, and swellid the spreading scene.
And to our minds her secret pow'rs expos’d; How had the Moon around th' ethereal void
Newton demands the Muse; bis sacred hand Rang'd, and eluded lab'ring mortals' care,
Shall raise her to the Heliconian height,

Till his invention trac'd her secret steps,
Where, on its lofty top enthron’d, her head While she, inconstant, with uusteady rein,
Shall mingle with the stars. Hail, Nature, hail! Through endless mazes and meanders guides
O goddess, handmaid of th' ethereal power, In its unequal course her changing car:
Now lift thy head, and to th' admiring world Whether behind the Sun's superior light
Show thy long hidden beauty. Thee, the wise She hides the beauties of her radiant face,
Of ancient fame, immortal Plato's self,

Or, when conspicuous, smiles upon mankind, The Stagyrite, and Syracusian sage,

Unveiling all her night-rejoicing charms. Prom black obscurity's abyss to raise,

When thus the silver-tressed Moon dispels (Drooping and mourning o'er thy wondrous works) The frowning horrours from the brow of Night, With vain inquiry sought. Like meteors these And with her splendours cheers the sullen gloom, In their dark age bright sons of Wisdom shone: While sable-mantled Darkness with his veil But at thy Newton all thy laurels fade,

The visage of the fair horizon shades,
They shrink from all the honours of their names. And over Nature spreads his raven wings;
So glimm'ring stars contract their feeble rays, Let me upon some unfrequented green,
When the swift lustre of Aurora's face

While sleep sits heavy on the drowsy world,
Flows o'er the skies, and wraps the heav'ns in light. Seek out some peaceful solitary cell,
The Deity's omnipotence, the cause,

Where darksome woods around their gloomy brows Th' original of things, long lay unknown.

Bow low, and ev'ry hill's protended shade Alone the beauties prominent to sight

Obscures the dusky vale, there silent dwell, (Of the celestial pow'r the outward form)

Where Contemplation holds its still abode, Drew praise and wonder from the gazing world. There trace the wide and pathless void of heav'n, As when the deluge overspread the Earth,

And count the stars that sparkle on its robe. Whilst yet the mountains only rear'd their heads Or else, in Fancy's wildring mazes lost, Above the surface of the wild expanse,

l'pon the verdure see the fairy elves Whelu'd deep below the great foundation lay, Dance o'er their magic circles, or behold,

In thought enraptur'd with the ancient bards, Lest humid emanations should no more
Medea's baleful incantations draw

Flow from the ocean, but dissolve away
Down from her orb the paly queen of night. Through the long series of revolving time :
But chiefly, Newton, let me soar with thee, And lest the vital principle decay,
And while surveying all yon starry vault

By which the air supplies the springs of life;
With admiration I attentive gaze,

Thou hast the fiery-visag'd comets form’d
Thou shalt descend from thy celestial seat, With vivifying spirits all replete,
and waft aloft my high-aspiring mind,

Which they abundant breathe about the void,
Shalt show me there how Nature has ordain'd Renewing the prolific soul of things.
Her fundamental laws, shalt lead my thought No longer now on thee amaz'd we call,
Through all the wand'rings of th' uncertain Moon, No longer tremble at imagin’d ills,
And teach me all her operating powers.

When comets blaze tremendous from on high,
She and the Sun with influence conjoint

Or when extending wide their flaming trains
Wield the huge axle of the whirling Earth, With hideous grasp the skies engirdle round,
And from their just direction turn the poles, And spread the terrours of their burning locks.
Slow urging on the progress of the years.

For these through orbits in the length'oing space
The constellations seem to leave their seats, Of many tedious rolling years complete
And o'er the skies with solemn pace to move. Around the Sun move regularly on;
You, splendid rulers of the day and night,

And with the planets in harmonious orbs,
The seas obey; at your resistless sway

And mystic periods their obeisance pay Now they contract their waters, and expose

The dreary desert of old Ocean's reign.

Upon his throne of circled glory fix'd.
The craggy rocks their horrid sides disclose : He or some god conspicuous to the view
Trembling the sailor views the dreadful scene, Or else the substitute of nature seems,
And cautiously the threat'ning ruin shuns. Guiding the courses of revolving worlds.
But where the shallow waters hide the sands, He taught great Newton the all-potent laws
There ravenous Destruction lurks conceal'd, Of gravitation, by whose simple power
There the ill-guided vessel falls a prey,

The universe exists. Nor here the sage
And all her numbers gorge his greedy jaws. Big with invention still renewing staid.
But quick returning see th' impetuous tides But O! bright angel of the lamp of day,
Back to th' abandon'd shores impell the main. How shall the Muse display his greater toil!
Again the foaming seas extend their waves, Let her plunge deep in Aganippe's waves,
Again the rolling foods embrace the shores, Or in Castalia's ever-flowing stream,
And veil the horrours of the empty deep.

That re-inspired she may sing to thee,
Thus the obsequious seas your power confess How Newton dar'd advent'rous to unbraid
While from the surface healthful vapours rise, The yellow tresses of thy shining hair.
Plenteous throughout the atmosphere diffus'd, Or didst thou gracious leave thy radiant sphere,
Or to supply the mountain's heads with springs, And to his hand thy lucid splendours give,
Or fill the hanging clouds with needful rains, T' unweave the light-diffusing wreath, and part
That friendly streams, and kind refreshing show'rs, The blended glories of thy golden plumes ?
May gently lave the sun-burnt, thirsty plains, He with laborious, and unerring care,
Or to replenish all the empty air,

How diff'rent and embodied colours form
With wholesome moisture to increase the fruits Thy piercing light, with just distinction found.
Of Earth, and bless the labo urs of mankind. He with quick sight pursued thy darting rays,
O Newton, whither flies thy mighty soul,

When penetrating to th' obscure recess
How shall the fecble Muse pursue through all Of solid matter, there perspicuous saw,
The vast extent of thy unbounded thought, How in the texture of each body lay
That even seeks th' unseen recesses dark

The power that separates the diff'rent beams.
To penetrate, of Providence immense.

Hence over Nature's unadorned face
And thou, the great Dispenser of the world Thy bright diversifying rays dilate
Propitious, who with inspiration taught'st Their various hues: and hence when vernal rains
Our greatest bard to send thy praises forth; Descending swift have burst the low'ring clouds,
Thou, who gav'st Newton thought; who smild'st Thy splendours through the dissipating mists

In its fair vesture of unnumber'd hues
When to its bounds he stretch'd his swelling soul; Array the show'ry bow. At thy approach
Who still benignant ever blest his toil,

The Morning, risen from her pearly couch, And deign'd to his enlighten'd mind t'appear With rosy blushes decks her virgin cheek: Confess'd around th' interminated world:

The Ev'ning on the frontispiece of Heav'n To me, O thy divine infusion grant,

His mantle spreads with many colours gay: (O thou in all so infinitely good)

The midday skies in radiant azure clad, That I may sing thy everlasting works,

The shining clouds, and silver vapours rob'd
Thy unexhausted store of providence,

In white transparent intermixt with gold,
In thought effulgent and resounding verse. With bright variety of splendour clothe
O could I spread the wondrous theme around, All the illuminated face above.
Where the wind cools the oriental world,

When hoary-headed Winter back retires
To the calm breezes of the Zephyrs' breath, To the chill'd pole, there solitary sits
To where the frozen hyperborean blasts,

Encompass'd round with winds and tempests bleak
To where the boist'rous tempest-leading south In caverns of impenetrable ice,
From their deep hollow caves send forth their storms. And from behind the dissipated gloom
Thou still indulgent parent of mankind,

Like a new Venus froin the parting surge

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The gay-apparell'd Spring advances on; Mars taught thee war, and with his bloody hand
When thou in thy meridian brightness sitt'st, Instructed thine, when in thy sounding lines
And from thy throne pure emanations flow We hear the rattling of Bellona's car,
Of glory bursting o'er the radiant skies :

The yell of discord, and the din of arms.
Then let the Muse Olympus' top ascend,

Pindar, when mounted on his fiery steed, And o'er Thessalia's plain extend her view, Soars to the Sun, opposing, eagle-like, And count, O Tempé, all thy beauties o'er. His eyes undazzled to the fiercest rays. Mountains, whose summits grasp the pendant clouds, He firmly seated, not like Glaucus' son, Between their wood-envelop'd slopes embrace Strides his swift-winged and fire-breathing horse, The green attir'd vallies. Every flow'r

And borne aloft strikes with his ringing hoofs Here in the pride of bounteous Nature clad, The brazen vault of Heav'n, superior there Smiles on the bosom of th' enamellid meads. Looks down upon the stars, whose radiant light Over the smiling lawn the silver floods

Illuminates innumerable worlds,
Of fair Peneus gently roll along,

That through eternal orbits roll beneath.
While the reflected colours from the flow'rs, But thou, all hail! immortalized son
And verdant borders pierce the limpid waves, Of harmony, all hail! thou Thracian bard,
And paint with all their variegated hue

To whom Apollo gave his tuneful lyre !
The yellow sands beneath. Smooth gliding on O might'st thou, Orpheus, now again revive,
The waters hasten to the neighbouring sea. And Newton should inform thy list'oing ear,
Still the pleas'd eye the floating plain pursues; How the soft notes, and soul-enchanting strains
At length, in Neptune's wide dominions lost, Of thy own lyre, were on the wind convey'd.
Surveys the shining billows, that arise

He taught the Muse, how sound progressive floats Apparell's each in Phoebus bright attire:

Upon the waving particles of air, Or from afar some tall majestic ship,

When harmony in ever-pleasing strains, Or the long hostile lines of threat'ning fleets, Melodious melting at each lulling fall, Which o'er the bright uneven mirror sweep, With soft alluring penetration steals In dazzling gold, and waving purple deck'd; Through the euraptur'd ear to inmost thought, Sach as of old when haughty Athens pour

And folds the senses in its silken bands. Their hideous front and terrible array

So the sweet music, which from Orpheus' touch, Against Pallene's coasť extended wide,

And fam’d Amphion's, on the sounding string
And with tremendous war, and battle stern Arose harmonious, gliding on the air,
The trembling walls of Potidæa shook.

Pierc'd the tough-bark'd and knotty-ribbed woods,
Crested with pendants curling with the breeze, Into their saps soft inspiration breath'd,
The upright masts high bristle in the air,

And taught attention to the stubborn oak. Aloft exalting proud their gilded heads,

Thus when great Henry, and brave Marlb'rough led The silver waves against the painted prows

Th'embattled numbers of Britannia's sons, Raise their resplendent bosoms, and impearl The trump, that swells th' expanded cheek of Fame, The fair vermilion with their glist’ring drops: That adds new vigour to the gen'rous youth, And from on board the iron-clothed host

And rouses sluggish cowardice itself, Around the main a gleaming horrour cast; The trumpet, with its Mars-inciting voice Each flaming buckler like the midday Sun, The wind's broad breast impetuous sweeping o'er, Each plumed helmet like the silver Moon, Fillid the big note of war. Th’inspir'd host Each moving gauntlet like the lightning's blaze, With new-born ardour press the trembling Gaul; And like a star each brazen pointed spear. Nor greater throngs had reach'd eternal night, But lo! the sacred, high-erected fanes,

Not if the fields of Agincourt had yawn'd, Fair citadels, and marble-crowned towers,

Exposing horrible the gulf of Fate; And sumptuous palaces of stately towns

Or roaring Dauube spread his arms abroad, Magnificent arise, upon their heads

And overwhelmld their legions with his floods. Bearing on high a wreath of silver light.

But let the wand'ring Muse at length return; But see, my Muse, the high Pierian hill,

Nor yet, angelic genius of the Sun,
Behold its shaggy locks, and airy top:

In worthy lays her high-attempting song
Up to the skies th' imperious mountain heaves ; Has blazon'd forth thy venerated name.
The shining verdure of the nodding woods. Then let her sweep the loud-resounding lyre
See where the silver Hippocrene flows,

Again, again o'er each melodious string
Behold each glitt’ring rivulet and rill

Teach harmony to tremble with thy praise. Through mazes wander down the green descent, And still thine ear, O favourable grant, And sparkle through the interwoven trees. And she shall tell thee, that whatever charms Here rest awhile, and humble homage pay, Whatever beauties bloom on Nature's face, Here, where the sacred genius, that inspir'd Proceed from thy all-influencing light. Sublime Mæonides, and Pindar's breast,

That when arising with tempestuous rage, His habitation once was fam'd to hold.

The North, impetuons, rides upon the clouds Here, thou, O Homer, offer'dst up thy vows; Dispensing round the Heav'ns obstructive glooma Thee, the kind Muse Calliopæa heard,

And with his dreaded prohibition stays And led thee to the empyrean seats,

The kind effusion of thy genial beams : There manifested to thy hallow'd eyes

Pale are the rubies on Aurora's lips, The deeds of gods; thee wise Minerva taught No more the roses blush upon her cheeks, The wondrous art of knowing human kind; Black are Peneus' streams and golden sands; Harmonious Phæbus tun'd thy heav'nly mind, In Tempe's vale dull Melancholy sits, And swell’d to rapture each exalted sense ; And ev'ry flower reclines its languid head. Even Mars, the dreadful battle-ruling god, By what high name shall I invoke thee, sayı

Thou life-infusing deity, on thee

Th’Egyptian towers, the Babylonian walls, I call, and look propititious from on high,

And Thebes, with all her hundred gates of brass, While now to thee I offer up my prayer.

Behold them scatter'd like the dust abroad.
O had great Newton, as he found the cause, Whatever now is flourishing and proud,
By which sound rolls through th' undulating air, Whatever shall, must know devouring age.
O had he, baffling Time's resistless power,

Euphrates' stream, and seven-mouthed Nile, Discover'd what that subtle spirit is,

And Danube, thou that from Germania's soil Or whatsoe'er diffusive else is spread

To the black Euxine's far remoted shore, Over the wide extended universe,

O'er the wide bounds of mighty nations sweep'st Which causes bodies to reflect the light,

In thunder loud thy rapid floods along. And from their straight direction to divert

Ev'n you shall feel inexorable time: The rapid beams, that through their surface pierce. To you the fatal day shall come; no more But since embrac'd by th’icy arms of age, Your torrents then shall shake the trembling ground, And his quick thought byTime's cold hand congeald, No longer then to inundations swoll'n, Ev'n Newton left unknown this hidden power: Th’imperious waves the fertile pastures drench, Thou from the race of human kind select

But shrunk within a narrow channel glide; Some other worthy of an angel's care,

Or through the year's reiterated course, (streams, With inspiration animate his breast,

When Time himself grows old, your wondrous And him instruct in these thy secret laws.

Lost ev'n to memory, shall lie unknown O let not Newton, to whose spacious view,

Beneath obscurity and chaos whelm’d. Now unobstructed, all th' extensive scenes

But still thou, Sun, illuminatest all
Of the ethereal Ruler's works arise ;

The azure regions round, thou guidest still
When he beholds this Earth he late adorn'd, The orbits of the planetary spheres ;
Let him not see Philosophy in tears,

The Moon still wanders o'er her changing course, Like a fond mother, solitary sit,

And still, O Newton, shall thy name survive Lamenting him, her dear, and only child.

As long as Nature's band directs the world, But as the wise Pythagoras, and he,

When ev'ry dark obstruction shall retire, Whose birth with pride the fam'd Abdera boasts, And ev'ry secret yield its hidden store, With expectation having long survey'd

Which thee dim-sighted age forbade to see, This spot, their ancient seat, with joy beheld Age that alone could stay tảy rising soul. Divine Philosophy at length appear

And could mankind among the fixed stars, In all her charms majestically fair,

Ev'n to th' extremest bounds of knowledge reach, Conducted by immortal Newton's hand :

To those unknown, innumerable suns, So may he see another sage arise,

Whose light but glimmers from those distant worlds, That shall maintain her empire: tben no more Ev'n to those utmost boundaries, those bars Imperious Ignorance with haughty sway

That shut the entrance of th' illumiu'd space, Shall stalk rapacious o'er the ravag'd globe: Where angels only tread the vast unknown, Then thou, O Newton, shalt protect these lines, Thou ever shouldst be seen immortal there : The humble tribute of the grateful Muse;

In each new sphere, each new-appearing sun, Ne'er shall the sacrilegious hand despoil

In furthest regions at the very verge
Her laurell’d temples, whom his name preserves: Of the wide universe shouldst thou be seen.
And were she equal to the mighty theme,

And lo! th' all-potent goddess, Nature, takes
Futurity should wonder at her song:

With her own hand thy great, thy just reward Time should receive her with extended arms, Of immortality; aloft in air Seat her conspicuous in his rolling car,

See she displays, and with eternal grasp And bear her down to his extremest bound.

Uprears the trophies of great Newton's fame.
Fables with wonder tell how Terra's sons
With iron force unloos'd the stubborn nerves
Of hills, and on the cloud-enshrouded top
Of Pelion Ossa pild. But if the vast

Gigantic deeds of savage strength demand
Astonishment from men, what then shalt thou,

As near Porto-Bello' lying
O what expressive rapture of the soul,

On the gently swelling flood, When thou before us, Newton, dost display

At midnight with streamers flying,
The labours of thy great excelling mind;

Our triumphant navy rode;
When thou unveilest all the wondrous scene,
The vast idea of th' eternal King,

'The case of Hosier, which is here so pathetiNor dreadful bearing in his angry arm

cally represented, was briefly, this. In April, 1726, The thunder hanging o'er our trembling heads; that commander was sent with a strong fleet into But with th' effulgency of love replete,

the Spanish West Indies, to block up the galleons And clad with power, which form'd th’ extensive in the ports of that country, or should they preHeav'ns.

sume to come out, to seize and carry them into O happy he, whose enterprising hand

England: he accordingly arrived at the Basti. Unbars the golden and relucid gates

mentos near Porto-Bello, but being restricted by Of th' empyrean dome, where thou enthron'd, his orders from obeying the dictates of his couPhilosophy, art seated. Thou, sustain'd

rage, lay inactive on that station until he became By the firm hand of everlasting Truth,

the jest of the Spaniards: he afterwards removed Despisest all the injuries of Time:

to Carthagena, and continued cruizing in these Thou never know'st decay when, all around, seas, till far the greater part of his men perished Antiquity obscures her head. Behold

deplorably by the diseases of that uuhealtby cli

There wbile Vernon sat all-glorious

“ Thus, like thee, proud Spain dismaying, From the Spaniard's late defeat;

And her galleons leading home, And his crews, with shouts victorious,

Though condemn’d for disobeying, Drank success to England's fleet:

I had met a traitor's doom ;

To have fall’n, my country crying On a sudden shrilly sounding,

He has play'd an English part, Hideous yells and shrieks were heard :

Had been better far than dying
Then each heart with fear confounding,

Of a griev'd and broken heart.
A sad troop of ghosts appear'd,
All in dreary hammocs shrouded,

“ Unrepining at thy glory, Which for winding-sheets they wore,

Thy successful arms we hail;

But remember our sad story, And with looks by sorrow clouded;

And let Hosier's wrongs prevail. Frowning on that hostile shore.

Sent in this foul clime to languish,

Think what thousands fell in vain, On them gleam'd the Moon's wan lustre,

Wasted with disease and anguish,
When the shade of Hosier brave

Not in glorious battle slain.
His pale bands was seen to muster,
Rising from their watry grave:.

“ Hence, with all my train attending O'er the glimm'ring wave he hy'd him,

From their oozy tombs below, Where the Burford rear'd her sail,

Through the hoary foam ascending, With three thousand ghosts beside him,

Here I feed my constant woe: And in groans did Vernon hail.

Here the Bastimentos viewing,

We recall our shameful doom, “ Heed, 0 heed, our fatal story,

And our plaintive cries renewing,
I am Hosier's injur'd ghost,

Wander through the midnight gloom.
You, who now have purchas'd glory
At this place where I was lost;

“ O'er these waves for ever mourning Though in Porto-Bello's ruin

Shall we roam depriv'd of rest, You now triumph free from fears,

If to Britain's shores returning, When you think on our undoing,

You neglect my just request. You will mix your joy with tears.

After this proud foe subduing,

When your patriot friends you see, “ See these mournful spectres, sweeping

Think on vengeance for my ruin, Ghastly o'er this hated wave,

And for England sham'd in me." Whose wan cheeks are stain'd with weeping;

These were English captains brave:
Mark those numbers pale and horrid,
Those were once my sailors bold,

Lo! each hangs his drooping forehead,
While his dismal tale is told.


THE PROGRESS OF COMMERCE. “ 1, by twenty sail attended, Did this Spanish town affright:

Ye northern blasts, and Eurus', wont to sweep Nothing then its wealth defended

With rudest pinions o'er the furrow'd waves, But my orders not to fight :

Awhile suspend your violence, and waft O! that in tbis rolling ocean

From sandy Weser 2 and the broad-mouth'd Elb I had cast them with disdain,

My freighted vessels to the destin'd shore, And obey'd my heart's warm motion,

Safe o'er th' unrufed main ; let every thought, To have quelld the pride of Spain.

Which may disquiet and alarm my breast,

Be absent now; that, dispossess'd of care, ti Por resistance I could fear none,

And free from every tumult of the mind,

With each disturbing passion hush'd so peace, But with twenty ships had done What thou, brave and happy Vernon,

I may pour all my spirit on the theme, Hast achiev'd with six alone.

Which opens now before me, and demands Then the Bastimentos never

The loftiest strain. The eagle, when he tow'rs Had our foul dishonour seen,

Beyond the clouds, the fleecy robes of Heav'n, Nor the sea the sad receiver

Disdains all objects but the golden Sun,

Full on th' effulgent orb directs his eye, Of this gallant train had been.

And sails exulting through the blaze of day;

So, while her wing attempts the boldest fight, mate. This brave, man, seeing his best officers Rejecting each inferior theme of praise, and men thus daily swept away, his ships exposed Thee, ornament of Europe, Albion's pride, to inevitable destruction, and himself made the Fair seat of wealth and freedom, thee my Muse sport of the enemy, is said to have died of a bro- Shall celebrate, O London: thee she hails. ken heart. , See Smollet's Hist.

Thou lov'd abode of Commerce, last retreat, The following song is commonly accompanied with a second part, or answer, which, being of in

1 The east wind. ferior merit, and apparently written by another

2 Bremen is situated on the Weser, and Hamhand, hath been rejected. Percy.

burgh on the Elb, VOL XVII.


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