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Here, where no springs in murmuirs break away, “Farewel the youth,whom sighscouldnotdetain, “ • Or inoss-crown'u fountains mitigate the day, " Whom Zara's breaking heart implord in vain; • In vain ye hope the green delights to know, " Yet as thou go'st, may ev'ry blast arise • Which plains more blest, or verdant vales - Weak and unfelt as these rejecied sighs! bestow :
“ Safe o'er the wild, no perils mayst thou see; • Here rocks alone, and tasteless sands are found,“ No griefs endure , nor weep, false youth, like • And faint and sickly winds forever howlaround. " me!"
• Sad was the hour, and luckless was the clay, let me safely to the Fair return, • When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my Say, with a kiss, she must not, shall not mourn! way!
• Olet me reach my heart to lose its fears, • Curst be the gold and silver which persuade. Recall’d by Wisdom's voice, and Zara's tears!' W'eak men to follow far-fatiguing trade ! He said ; and callid on heaven to bless the day • The lily Peace outshines the silver store, When back to Schiraz' walls he bent his way. "And life is dearer than the golden ore : • Yet money tempts us o'er the desert brown,
ECLOGUE III. • To ev'ry distant inart and wealthy town. • Full oft we tempt the land, and oft the sea ;
Abra ; or, the Georgian Sultana. "And are we only yet repaid by thee?
Scene, a Forest. -- Time, the Evening. : Ah! why this rnin so attractive made ? • Or why, fond man, so easily betray'd ? In Georgia's land, where TcAlis'tow'rs are seen • Why heed we not, while niad we haste along, In distant view along the level green : • The gentle voice of Peace, or Pleasure's song? While evening dews enrich the glitt'ring glade,
Or wherefore think the flow'ry mountain's sirlc, And the tall forests cast a longer shade; * The fountain's murmurs, and the valley's pride; What time 'tis sweet o'er fields of rice to stray, • Why think we these less pleasing to behold Or scent the breathing maize at setting day; • Than dreary deserts, if they lead to gold ? Amidst the maids of Zagen's peaceful grove
* Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, Emyra sung the pleasing cares of lore. •When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my! Of Abra first began the tender strain,
| Who led her youth with flocks upon the plain; O cease, my fears ! - all frantic as I go, At morn she came, those willing flocks to lead, When thought creates unnumber'd scenes of Where lilies rear them in the wat'ry mead: * woe.
From early dawn the live-long hours she told, "What if the lion in his rage I meet! | Till late at silent eve she penn'd the fold.
Oft in the dust I view his printed fcct : | Deep in the grove, beneath the secret shade,
• And, fearful ! oft, when vlay's declining light A various wreath of od'rous flowers she inade. 1 “Yields her pale empire to the mourner Night, Gayimotley’dpinksandsweet jonquils she chose. ***
By hunger rous'd, he scours the groaning plain, (The violet blue, that on the moss-bank grows;
1 Great Abbas chanc'd that fated morn to stray, De Fills the wild yell, and leads them to their prey. By love conducted from the chace away :
“Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, Among the vocal vales he heard her song, • When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my And sought the valesand echoing groves among. way!
At length he found, and woo'd the rural inaid; * At that dead hour the silent asp shall creep, She knew the monarch, and with fear obey'da If aught of rest I find upon my sleep:
• Be ev'ry youth like royal Abbas mov'd, Or some swoln serpent twist bis scales around, 'And ev'ry Georgian maid lite Abra lov'd! And wake to anguish with a burning wound. The royal lover bore her from the plain ; “Thrice happy they, ihe wisc, contented poor : | Yet still her crook and bleating flock remain : • From lust of wealih, and dread of death secure! Oft as she irent she backward turn'd her view, • They tempt no deserts, and no griefs they fud; And bace that crook and bleating dock adieu. Peacerules the day, where reason rules the mind. Fair, happy maid! to other scenes remore;
Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, To richer scenes of golden pow'r and love! • When first fron Schiraz' walls I took my Go, leave the simple pipe,and shepherd's strain; - " way!
With love delighi thee, and with Abbas reign; O hapless youth ! for she ihy love hath won, Be ev'ry youth like royal Abbas mov'd, • The tender Kara, will be most undone! "And ev'ry Georgian inaid like Abra lovid'. * Big swell'd my heart, and own'd the pow'rful! Yet, midst the blazeof courts, shefix'd her love 'maid,
TOn the cool fountain, or the shady grove; When fast she dropp'd her tears and thus Still, with the shepherd's innocence, her mind she said :'
(To the sweet vale and flow'ry inead inclin'd.
That these flowers are found in very great abundance in some of the provinces of Persia, see the Medern History of the ingenious Mr. Salmon.
· Andoftas Springrenewidthe plains with flow'rs, Far fr the swains, like us, in deep despir;
Breath dhissoft gales, and led the fragrant hours, And leave w sutian bands their fleecy care. Wish sure reluru she sought the sylvan scene,
S E CANDER. The breezy inountains, and the forests green. 1 Unhapus laud! whoseblessingstempriheswora; Iler inaids around her novid, a duteous bund! It
doleous bund : In vain, unheard, thou callst ihy Persian lord! Each bore a crook all-rural in her hand :
In vain thou court him, helpless, lo thine aid, Some simple lay of flocks and herds they sung: To shield the shepherd, and protect the maid! With joy the mountain and the forest rung. Far all, in thonghiless indolence resign'd,
• Be ev'ry youth like royal Abbas mond, ' And ev'ry Georgian inaid like Abra lov d! Andri Georgia unid llawn Solt dreams of love and pleasure sooth his mind:
Midst fair Sultanas losi in idle jor, And ost the royal lover lefi the care
No wars alarm him, and no scars annoy. And thorns of state, attendant on the Fair;
A GIB. Oft to the shades and low-roofd cols retird, Or sought the vale where first his heart was firdillerthese green hills, 111 summer s sultry nex', A russet mantle, like a swain, he wore ;
Have lent the monarch oft a cvol retreat. And thought of crowns and busy courts no more.
Sweet 10 the sight is Zabra's fiow'rv plein, • Be ev'ry youth like roval abbas movil,
And once by maids and shepherds lor din sain! Auder'rý Georgian maid like Abra loi'd! No more le virgins shall delight to ture Bles' was ihe life that royal Abbas led:
By Sargis' banks, Or Irwan's shady grore; Sweet was his love, and innocent his bacit.
On Tarkie's inountain catch the cooling gala, What if in wealil the noble maid excel;
Or breathe the sweets of Aly's How'r vale; The simple shepherd- irl can love as well.
Fair scenes! but ah! no more with peace prost, Let those who rule on Persia's jewell'd throne
With case alluring, and with plenty blest. Be fam'd for love, and gentlest love alone;
No more the shepherds' whit'niny tents ampu, Or wreathe, like Abbas, full of fair renown,
Norihe kind products of a bounteous year: The lover's myrtle with the warrior's crown.
No more the date, with snowy blossoms crowd, • happy days! the maids around her say;
But Ruin spreads her baleful fires around. • O haste, profuse of blessings, haste away!
SECAN DE R. • Be ev'ry youth like royal Abbas mioy'd,
In vain Circassia boasts ber spicr groves, . And ev'ry Georgian maid like Abra lord!'| For ever fam'd for pure and happy loves : ECLOGUE IV.
In vain she boasts ber fairest of the fair; • Agib and Secander : or, the Turitives. Their eyes' blue languish, and their goldentur, Scene,a Mountain, in Circassia. -- Time, Midnight..
Thoseeves in tears their fruitless grief Diusi id;
Those hairs ihe Tartar's cruel hand shall itd. IN fair Circassia, where, to love inclin'd, Each swain was blest, for ev'ry maid was kind;
A GIB. At that still hour when awful midnight reigus) Ye Georgian swains, that pireous learn imun And none but wretches haunt the twilight plains, Circassia's ruin, and the waste of war; far What time the moon hadhung her lamponhigh: Some weightier arms than crooks and staft: And pass d in radiance thro' the cloudless sky; T. prepare, Sad oer the dews two brother shepherds fled.' To shield your harvest, and defend your fair: Where 'wild'ring fear and desprate sorrow led : The Turk and Tartar like designs pursue, Fast as they pressid their flighi, behind them luv! Find to destroy, and stedfast to undo. Wide ravag d plains, and vallers stole away.
Wild as his land, in native deserts bred, Along the mountain's bending side they rin; .
By luse incited, or by malice led,
The villain Arab, as he prouls for pret,
Dit marks with blood and wasting flames de tres: Oh stay thee, Agib; for my feet deny,
Yet none so cruel as the Tartar foc, No longer friendly to my life, to fly.
To death in urd, and nurs'd in scenes of woe. Friend of iny heart, wh turn thee, and survey. He said ; when loud along the vale wasben Trace ou sad fight thero' all its length of way! A shriller shriek, and nearer tires appeard; And first review that long extended plain, The affrighted shepherds, thro'the deus of night, Ard yon wide groves, already pass.d with pain ! Wideo'erthemoonlight hills renew'd theirtista Yun ragged cliff, whose dang rous path we tried! And, last, this lofty mountain's weary side! A GIB.
$ 97. The Splendid Shilling. J. PILLIF Weak as thou art, yet hapless must thou kaos! " Sing heavenly Muse! The toils of fight, or some screrer woe!
“ Things unattempted yet in prose orthme;" Sull as I hasic, the Tartar shouts behind,
A Shilling, Breeches, and Chimeras dire. And shrieksand sorrows load the sadd’ningwind; HAPPY the man, who, void of cares and sur., In rage of heart, with ruin in his hand, In silken or in leathern'purse retains lle blasts our harvests, and deforms our land. A splendid shilling. He nor hears with pain Yon citron grove, whence first in fear we came, New oysters cried, nor sighs for cheerful ale ; Drops ils fair honors 10 the conquering flame : But with his friends, when nightly mnists ane.
To Juniper's Magpie, or Town Hall, * repairs ; | This castiff eyes your steps aloof; and oft
Arachne in a hall or kitchen spreads, ,, (Wretched repast !) my meagre corse sustain : Obvious to vagrant flies : she secret stands Then solitary walk, or doze at home
Within her woven cell; the humming prey, In gurret vile, and with a warming puff Regardless of their fate, rush on the toils Regale chill'd fingers; or, from tube as black Inextricable, nor will aught avail As winter chimney, or well-polish'd jet, Their arts, or arms, or shapes of lovely hue ; Exhale mundungus, ill perfuming scent; . The wasp insidious, and the buzzing drone, Not blacker tube, nor of a shorter size,
And butterfly, proud of expanded wings Smokes Cambro-Briton (vers'd in pedigree,
Distinct with gold, entangled in her snares, "! Sprung from Cadwallader and Arthur, kings, Useless resistance make : with eager strides, Full famous in romantic tale) when he She tow'ring flies to her expected spoils ; O'er måny a craggy hill and barren cliff,,, Then with envenom'd jaws the vital blood Upon a cargo of fam'd Cestrian cheese,
Drinks of reluctant foes, and to her cave High overshadowing rides, with a design Their bulky carcases triumphanit drags. To rend his wares, or at th' Arvonian mart, So pass my days. But when nocturnal shades, Or Maridunani, or the antient town
This world envelop, and th’inclement air Y clep'd Brechinia, or where Vaga's stream Persuades men to repel benumbing frosts Encircles Ariconiam, fruitful soil !
With pleasant wines and crackling blaze of wood; Whenceflow nectarcous wines, that well may vie Me, lonely sitting, nor the glimmering light: With Massic, Setin, or renown'd Falern. Of make-weight candle, nor the joyous talk
Thus, while my joyless minutes tedious flow, Of loving friends, delights; distress'd, forlorn, : With looks demure, and silent paca, a Dun, Amidst the horrors of the tedious night, Horrible monster! hated by Gods and men, Darkling I sigh, and feed with dismal thoughts To my aërial ciradel ascends :
My anxious mind; or sometimes mournful verse With vocal heel thrice thund'ring at my gate, Indite, and sing of groves and myrtle shades, With hideous accent thrice he calls ; I know Or desp'rate lady near a purling stream, The voice ill-boding, and the solemn sound. Or lover pendant on a willow-tree. What should I do? or whither turn? Ainazu, Meanwhile I labor with eternal drought, Confounded, to the dark recess I fly
Au restless wish, and rave; iny parched throat Of wood-hole; straight my brisiling hairs erect Finds no relics, nor heavy eyes repose : Thro'sudden fear; a chilly sweat beviews But if a slumber haply does invade My shudd'ring limbs, and' (wonderful to tell !) My weary limbs, my fancy's still awake, My tongue forgets her faculty of speech; | Thoughtful of drink, and eager, in a dream,,, So horrible he seems! His faded brow
Tipples imaginary pots of ale, Entrench'd with many a frown, and conic beard, In vain : awake, I find the settled thirst And spreading band, admir'd by modern saints, still gnawing, and the pleasant phantom curse: Disastrous acts fore bode ; in his right hand Thus do I live, from pleasure quite debarrd, Long scrolls of paper solemnly he waves, Nor-taste the fruits that the sun's génial rays With characters and figures dire inscribid, Mature -john-apple, nor the downy peach, Grievous to mortal eyes (ye gods, avert
Nor walnut in rough furrow'd coat secure, Such plagues from righteous men!). Behind him Nor medlar fruit delicious in decay. Another monster not unlike himself, [stalks Amictions great! yet greater still remain : Sullen of aspect, by the valgar callid
My galligaskins, that have long withstood A Catchpole, whose polluted hands the gods The winter's fury, and encroaching frosis, With force incredible, and magic charms, By time subdued (what will noi time subdue) Erst lave endued : if he his ample palm A horrid chasm disclose, with orifice Should haply on ill-fated shoulder lay
Wide, discontinuous; at which the winds, Of debtor straight his body, to the touch Eurus and Auster, and the dreadful force Obsequious (as whilom koights were wont), if Boreas, that congeals the Cronian waves, To some enchanted castle is convey'd,
l'umultuous enter with dire chilling blasts, Where gates impregnable, and coercive chains, Portending aguies. Thus a well-fraught ship, In nurance strict detain him! till, in forin Long sail'd secure, or thro' th' Egean deep, Of inoney, Pallas sets the captive free,
Or the Ionian, till cruising near
She strikes rebounding; whence the shatter'doak | The troubled mind's fantastic dress,
Which madness Litles Happiness;
While the gay wretch to revels bears The crowding waves rush with impetuous rage, The pale reinains of sighs and tears; Resistless, overwhelming! Horrors seise And seeks in crowds, like her undone, The mariners ; death in their eyes appears;
What only can be found in one. They stare, they rave, they pump, they swear, But chief, my gentle friend! remove they pray;
Far from thy couch seducing Love: (Vain efforts?) still the batt'ring waves rush in, Oh shun the false magician's art, Implacable ; till, delug'd by the foam,
Nor trust thy yet unguarded heart! The ship sinks found'ring in the vast abyss. Charm'd by his spells fair Honor Aies,
And thousand treach'rous phantoms rise; $ 98. An Epistle to a Lady. Nugent.
Where Guilt in Beauty's ray beguiles,
And Ruin lurks in Friendship's smiles. CLARINDA, dearly lov'd, attend
Lo! where thi' enchanting captive dreams The counsels of a faithful friend ;
Of warbling groves and purling streanis ;
Quick shifts the scene, the charın is lost,
She wakes upou a desert coast; Oh may these lines for him prepare,
No friendly hand to lend its aid, A bliss, which I would die to share !
No guardian bow'r to spread its shade; Man may for wealth or glory roam,
Expos'd to ev'ry chilling blast, But woman must be blest at home;
She treads th' in hospitable waste ; To this should all her studies tend,
.And down the drear decline of life This her great object and her end,
Sinks, a forlorn, dishonor'd wife. Distaste un mingled pleasures bring,
Neglect not thou the voice of Fame, And use can blunt Affliction's sting;
But, clear from crime, be free from blame Hence perfect bliss no mortals know,
Tho' all were innocence within, And few are plung'd in utter woe:
'Tis guilt to wear the garb of sin; While Nature, arm'd against Despair,
Virtue rejects the foul disguise :
| The world will vindicate their cause,
Than tread alone a fairer way; Bliss ever differs in degree,
To mingle with the erring throng,
Than boldly speak ten millions wrong.
Who forms adore, who forins maintain! Vain scorn will aggravate distress,
| Lest prudes demure, or coxcombs lond, And only make that little less.
Accuse thee to the partial crowd ; Admit whatever trifles come;
Foes who the laws of honor slight, Unites compose the largest sum :
| A juge' who measures guilt by spite. Oh tell them d'er, and say how vain
Behold the sage Aurelia stand,
Sole arbiter of all her kind.
By rules devis d'in antient Greece ;
She tells what Paris thinks polite : Anil, with blitle Fancy's pencil wrought, For much her talents to advance, Spreads the white web of Howing thought, She studied Greece, and travellid France ; Shines lovely in the cheerful face,
There learn'd the happy art to please And clothes each charm with patiye grace; With all the charms of fabord case ; Effusion pure of biss sincere,
Thro' looks and nods, with meaning frauglit, A vestment for a god to wear.
To reach what she was never taught. Far other ornaments compose
By her cach latent spring is seen ; The garb that shrouds dissembled woes, The workings foul of secret spleen; Piec'd out with inoiley dyes and sorts,
The guilt that skulke in fair pretence; Freaks, whimsies, festivals, and sports : Or folly veild in specious sense
And much her righteous spirit grieves,
Too various for one single word, Wheu worthlessness the world deceives; | The high sublime of deep absurd : Whether the erring crowd commends
While ev'ry talent nature grants Somie patriot sway'd by private ends;
Just serves to show how much she wants. Or husband trust a faiihless wife,
Altho' in combine Secure, in ignorance, froin strife.
The virtues of our sex and thine: Aierse she brings their deeds to view,
Her hand restrains the widow's tears ; But justice claims the rig'rous due;
Her sense informs, and sooths, and cheers :,' Humanely anxious to produce
| Yet, like an angel in disguise, At least some possible excuse.
She shines but to some favor'd eyes ; Oh ne'er may virtue's dire disgrace
Nor is the distant herd allow'd Prepare a triumph for the base !
To view the radiance thro' the cloud. Nere forms the fool implicit sway,
But thine is ev'ry winning art; Which willings with contempt survey;
Thine is the friendly, honest heart; Blind folly no defect can see,
| And should the gen'rous spirit flow Half wisdom views but one degree.
Beyond where prudence fears to go;
Such sallies are of wobler kind
99. Alexander's Feast; or the Power of Great precept, undefin'd by rule,
Music. An Ode on St. Cecilia's Day. DRYDEN. And only learn'd in Custoin's school ;
'Twas at the royal feast, for Persia won, To no peculiar foriy contin'd,
By Philip's warlike son : It spreads thro' all the human kind;
Alofi in awful state Beauty, and wit, and worth supplies,
The godlike hero sate Yet graceful in the good and wise.
On his imperial throne: Rich with this gift, and none beside,
His valiant peers were plac'd around; In Fashion's stream how many glide !
| Their brows with roses and with myrtle bound; Secure from ev'ry mental woe,
So should desert in arms be crown'd. From treach'rous friend or open fore,
I'The lovely Thais by his side From social sympathy, that shares
Sat, like a blooming eastern bride, The public loss or private cares ;
| In flow'r of youth and beauty's pride. Whether the barb'rous foc invade,
Happy, happy, happy, pair; Or Merit pine in Fortune's shade.
None but the brave, Hence gentle Anna, ever gay,
None but the brave, The same 10-morrow as to-day,
None but the brave deserves the fair.
Timotheus, plac'd on high
Amid the tuneful choir,
With flying fingers touch'd the lyre: O'er ev'ry tender breast prevail :
The trembling notes ascend the sky, The good, the bad, the great, the small,
. And heavenly joys inspire. She likes, she loves, shc honors all.
The song began froin Jove : And yet, if sland'rous malice blame,
Who left his blissful seats above, Patient she vields a sister's fanie.
Such is the pow'r of mighty love! like if satire or if praise, She says whatc'er the circle says ;
A dragon's fiery form belied the god :
Subline on radiant spheres he rode,
When he to fair Olympia press'd,
And stamp'd an image of himself, a sovereign
of the world. Thro' which the various phantoms pass. Wide blank, unfeeling when alone;
The list'ning crowd admires the lofty sound;
A present deity, 'the vaulted roofs rebound : No care, no joy, no thought her own.
With ravish'd ears Not thus succeeds the peerless dame,
The monarch hears, Who looks and talks, and acts for fame;
Assumes the god,
Affects to nod,
And seeins to shake the spheres.
The praise of Bacchus then the sweet musician
sung; With courtiers now extols the great,.
Of Bacchus, ever fair and ever young : With patriots sighs o'er Britain's fate :
The jolly god in triumph comes; Now breathes with zealots holy fires,
Sound the trumpets, beat the drums; Now melts in less refin'd desires :
Flushi'd with a purple grace Doom'd to exceed in each degree,
He shows his honest face. Too wise, too wcak, too proud, too free;