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|To Mrs. P--------.,
With Some Drawings of Birds and Insects
The kindred arts to please thee shall conspire,
One dip the pencil, and one string the lyre.
A MANDA bids ; at her command again
I seize the pencil, or resume the pen ;
No other call my willing hand requires,
And friendship, better than a Muse inspires.
Painting and poetry are near allied ;
The kindred arts two sister Muses guide ;
|This charms the eye, that steals upon the ear ;
There sounds are tun'd ; and colours blended here :
This with a silent touch enchants our eyes,
And bids a gayer brighter world arise :
That, less allied to sense, with deeper art
Can pierce the close recesses of the heart ;
By well set syllables, and potent sound,
Can rouse, can chill the breast, can sooth, can wound ;
To life adds motion, and to beauty soul,
And breathes a spirit through the finish'd whole :
Each perfects each, in friendly union join'd ;
This gives Amanda's form, and that her mind.
But humbler themes my artless hand requires,
Nor higher than the feather'd tribe aspires.
Yet who the various nations can declare
That plow with busy wing the peopled air ?
These cleave the crumbling bark for insect food ;
|Those dip their crooked beak in kindred blood :
Some haunt the rushy moor, the lonely woods ;
Some bathe their silver plumage in the floods ;
Some fly to man ; his houshold gods implore,
And gather round his hospitable door ;
Wait the known call, and find protection there
From all the lesser tyrants of the air.
The tawny EAGLE seats his callow brood
High on the cliff, and feasts his young with blood.
On Snowden's rocks, or Orkney's wide domain,
Whose beetling cliffs o'erhang the western main,
The royal bird his lonely kingdom forms
Amidst the gathering clouds, and sullen storms ;
Thro' the wide waste of air he darts his sight,
And holds his sounding pinions pois'd for flight ;
With cruel eye premeditates the war,
And marks his destin'd victim from afar :
|Descending in a whirlwind to the ground.
His pinions like the rush of waters sound ;
The fairest of the fold he bears away,
And to his nest compels the struggling prey ;
He scorns the game by meaner hunters tore,
And dips his talons in no vulgar gore.
With lovelier pomp along the grassy plain
The silver PHEASANT draws his shining train ;
On India's painted shore, by Ganges' stream,
He spreads his plumage to the sunny gleam :
But when the wiry net his flight confines,
He lowers his purple crest, and inly pines ;
The beauteous captive hangs his ruffled wing
Oppress'd by bondage, and our chilly spring.
To claim the verse, unnumber'd tribes appear
That swell the music of the vernal year :
Seiz'd with the spirit of the kindly spring
|They tune the voice, and sleek the glossy wing :
With emulative strife the notes prolong,
And pour out all their little souls in song.
When winter bites upon the naked plain,
Nor food nor shelter in the groves remain ;
By instinct led, a firm united band,
As marshall'd by some skilful general's hand,
The congregated nations wing their way
In dusky columns o'er the trackless sea ;
In clouds unnumber'd annual hover o'er
The craggy Bass, or Kilda's utmost shore :
Thence spread their sails to meet the southern wind,
And leave the gathering tempest far behind ;
Pursue the circling sun's indulgent ray,
Course the swift seasons, and o'ertake the day.
Not so the Insect race, ordain'd to keep
The lazy sabbath of a half-year's sleep.
|Entomb'd, beneath the filmy web they lie,
And wait the influence of a kinder sky ;
When vernal sun-beams pierce their dark retreat,
The heaving tomb distends with vital heat ;
The full-form'd brood impatient of their cell
Start from their trance, and burst their silken shell ;
Trembling a-while they stand, and scarcely dare
To launch at once upon the untried air :
At length assur'd, they catch the favouring gale,
And leave their sordid spoils, and high in Ether sail.
So when Rinaldo struck the conscious rind,
He found a nymph in every trunk confin'd ;
The forest labours with convulsive throes,
The bursting trees the lovely births disclose,
And a gay troop of damsels round him stood,
Where late was rugged bark and lifeless wood.
Lo ! the bright train their radiant wings unfold,
With silver fring'd and freckl'd o'er with gold :
|On the gay bosom of some fragrant flower
They idly fluttering live their little hour ;
Their life all pleasure, and their task all play,
All spring their age, and sunshine all their day.
Not so the child of sorrow, wretched man,
His course with toil concludes, with pain began ;
Pleasure's the portion of the inferior kind ;
But glory, virtue, Heaven for man design'd.
What atom forms of insect life appear !
And who can follow nature's pencil here ?
Their wings with azure, green, and purple gloss'd,
Studded with colour'd eyes, with gems emboss'd,
Inlaid with pearl, and mark'd with various stains
Of lively crimson thro' their dusky veins.
Some shoot like living stars, athwart the night,
And scatter from their wings a vivid light,
To guide the Indian to his tawny loves,
As thro' the woods with cautious step he moves.
| See the proud giant of the beetle race ;
What shining arms his polish'd limbs enchase !
Like some stern warrior formidably bright,
His steely sides reflect a gleaming light ;
On his large forehead spreading horns he wears,
And high in air the branching antlers bears ;
O'er many an inch extends his wide domain,
And his rich treasury swells with hoarded grain.
Thy friend thus strives to cheat the lonely hour,
With song, or paint, an insect, or a flower :
Yet if Amanda praise the flowing line,
And bend delighted o'er the gay design,
I envy not, nor emulate the same
Or of the painter's, or the poet's name :
Could I to both with equal claim pretend,
Yet far, far dearer were the name of FRIEND.
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