Coplestone Warre Bampfylde

Richard Graves, "On a Storm, painted by C. W. B—mph—d, Esq." Euphrosyne: or, Amusements on the Road of Life (1776) 128-29.

What pow'r divine the Limner's art displays!
What various scenes his plastic touch can raise!
Beneath his magic wand fair prospects rise,
The sunshine gilds, or tempests cloud the skies.

Methinks I hear tremendous thunders roar,
And awful roll along the echoing shore.
For see! th' embattled clouds tumultuous clash;
Whilst the dread light'ning's momentary flash
Darts o'er the mountain's brow th' electric rays,
And on its crest the kindling sulphur plays.

Th' affrighted hind, who guides his loaded car,
Beholds, amidst the elemental war,
Tho' tam'd by daily toil, the lab'ring horse
With terror wild resume his native force.
He starts; he rears: impatient of controul,
He shakes his mane; his flashing eye-balls roll!
Prone to the earth, in cumbrous traces bound,
His yoke-mate falls, and flound'ring paws the ground.

The lofty ash, that on the mountain's sides
The tim'rous herds beneath its umbrage hides;
Its branches torn, convuls'd its trembling roots,
Scarce from their shelter the astonish'd goats.

The driving skiff, to winds and waves the sport,
Attempts, yet dreads to reach, the dang'rous port;
Whose tow'rs, that brav'd the storms for ages past,
Seem not to nod at each tempestuous blast;
Or sink amidst th' accumulated waves,
Whose giant force the castle's summit laves.

Thus, by the painter's skill, we view serene,
From danger free, the horrors of the scene.

In B—mpf—d's pencil we delighted trace
Salvator's wildness, but with heighten'd grace:
Hence rocks and waves a pleasing landskip form;
We're charm'd with whirlwinds, and enjoy the storm.