A Vision
In that bless’d season, when descending snows,
In robes of virgin white, the fields inclose;
When Beaux, and Belles, their rural seats forego,
For the gay seats of Almack’s and Soho:
When to his consort’s wish the sportsman yields,
And quits, for Grosvenor-Square, the frostbound fields;
What time stout Labor waking rears his head,
And jaded Luxury just thinks of bed;
Tir’d with the toilsome pleasures of the day,
Stretch’d on my couch with weary limbs I lay:
Then, as disorder’d slumbers clos’d my eyes,
This strange fantastic vision seem’d to rise.
Methought my footsteps trod a spacious plain,
Of size, assembled nations to contain:
Expos’d to sight, nor screen’d by sheltering wood,
Full in the midst a spacious building stood.
In various ornaments, on every part,
Had Architecture lavish’d all her art;
Here Grecian columns Gothic structures bear,
Gay China spreads her painted arches there;
The artist’s skill, to charm the roving view,
Had mix’d old orders, and invented new.
High in the dome, on massy pillars rear’d,
Rich with refulgent gems, a throne appear’d,
Where, deck’d in all the pomp of regal state,
‘Mid gazing crouds, a female figure sat;
And, while ten thousand tongues her power proclaim,
The vaulted roofs re-echo Fashion’s name.
Round her a train of busy nymphs are seen,
Dressing with skilful hands their haughty queen:
Some plait her robes, her washes some prepare,
Some paint her cheeks, and some adorn her hair;
Still through perpetual change their labors run,
One moment alters, what the last had done.
Numbers each art to gain her favor try,
And watch the varying motions of her eye;
At her command employ their utmost skill,
And yield their minds, and bodies, to her will;
Lay health, and fame, and fortune, all aside,
To follow blindly where her mandates guide.
Let but the worshipp’d Goddess give the word,
No toil seems difficult, no scheme absurd.
Pale Sickness tries each art that can avail,
To make her faded features yet more pale;
While rosy Health’s capricious fingers spread,
On her fresh blooming cheeks, a foreign red.
The weakly stripling, fainting with the pace,
Urges o’er hill, and dale, the breathless chace;
While the stout brawny youth, in languid strains,
Of tender frame, and shatter’d nerves, complains.
Nobles, whose sires for freedom bravely stood,
Or seal’d her sacred charter with their blood,
Glory their country’s honor to have sold,
And prostitute their dearest rights for gold;
In Britain’s cause while patriot Porters cry,
And Butchers bellow, Wilkes and Liberty!
As at this motley scene, in wild amaze,
On every side with wondering eyes I gaze,
Sudden, methought, I heard the clarion’s notes;
Loud on the wind the martial clamour floats!-
The embattled legions glitter from afar,
And threaten Fashion’s dome with fatal War.
Panting with rage to break her tyrant laws,
Here sprightly Wit his light-arm’d cohorts draws;
Reason, and Sense, with Virtue by their side,
In close array, their firm battalions guide;
And Beauty leads in graceful order on,
Her radiant files, that glitter in the sun.
The Goddess saw, and through the enamel’d red
A flush of rage her glowing features spread:
Then, frowning, thus: ‘Do these allies prepare
‘To wage with troops like mine unequal war?-
‘Soon shall my veterans o’er the purpled plain,
‘With force superior, drive the rebel train.
‘Though Wit, and Sense, their various bands combine,
‘And Virtue’s powers with Beauty’s squadrons join,
‘The boldst of their tribe shall mourn, too late,
‘The rash resolve that tempts them to their fate,
‘And bids them urge a host to warlike deeds,
‘Which Dulness marshals, and which Folly leads.’
She spoke, and while her voice the war defy’d,
Assembling myriads croud on every side;
Undaunted to the field of death they go,
And frown amazement on the approaching foe:
With dreadful shock the encount’ring armies meet,
And the plain trembling, rocks beneath their feet.
Ye Nymphs of Pindus! string my feeble lyre,
And in my bosom wake M
(Henry James Pye)
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