Not thine, with temporary themes to move, Of Hope, Aversion, Pity, Rage, or Love.-- Beyond whate'er the Drama's powers can tell, Beyond the Epic's high, impetuous swell, Alike by clime and ages unconfined, Thou strik'st the chords that vibrate on mankind; Op'st the dread scenes that Heaven suspensive eyed, A world created, or a world destroy'd; Recall'st the joys of Eden's happier prime, Whilst life was yet unconscious of a crime, Whilst Virtue's self could Passion's glow approve, And Beauty slumber'd in the arms of Love; Till, dread reverse! on man's devoted race Th' insidious serpent work'd the dire disgrace. Then first, whilst Nature shudder'd with affright, Of Sin and Death was held th' incestuous rite; Then first, o'er vanquish'd man, began their reign, The fiends of Woe, the family of Pain: Disease the poison'd cup of anguish fills, And opes the Lazar-house of human ills-- See Frenzy rushes from his burning bed; See pining Atrophy declines his head; See mute Despair, that broods on woes unknown, And Melancholy gaze herself to stone! Then, pouring forth from Hell's detested bound, Revenge, and Fraud, and Murder stalk around; Till opening skies declare th' avenging God, And Mercy sleeps, whilst Justice waves the rod. Yet, whilst the bursting deluge from the earth Sweeps the rebellious brood of giant birth, One proud survivor rolls his vengeful eyes, And with last look the living God defies. But now the waves their silent station keep, And Vengeance slumbers o'er the mighty deep; Again, rejoicing o'er the firm fix'd land, The favour'd Patriarch leads his household band; With sacred incense bids his altars blaze, And pours to God the living song of praise. Thus, as th' immortal Bard his flight explores, On kindred wing the daring artist soars; Undazzled shares with him Heaven's brightest glow, Or penetrates the boundless depths below; Or on the sloping sun-beam joys to ride, Or sails amidst the uncreated void; Imbibes a portion of his sacred flame, Reflects his genius, and partakes his fame. ODE ADDRESSED TO HENRY FUSELI, ESQ. R.A. ON SEEING ENGRAVINGS FROM HIS DESIGNS, BY HENRY KIRKE WHITE.