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Grew with the year, and widen'd with the bark, | And wept the potent gód's resistless dart, 2
To soine wore happy knight reserve thy charms,
To an abandon'd exile's endless care. Glorious thro' all the plains he oft had gone, 2 For me, alas! out-cast of human race, And to each swain the mystic honor shown ;|Love's anger only waits, and dire disgrace; The gift still prais'd, the giver still unknown.) For lo! these hands in murder are imbru'd
His secret note the troubled Henry writes; These trembling feet by justice are pursu'd :, To the known tree the lovely maid invites : Fate calls aloud, and hastens me away; Imperfect words and dubious terms express, A shaineful death attends my longer stay ; That unforeseen mischance disturb'd his peace; And I this night must fly from thice and love, That he inust something to her ear commend, Condeinn'd in lonely woods a banish'd man to On which her conduct and his life depend.
rove. Soon as the fair one had the 110te receiv'd,
EMMA. The reinnant of the day alone she griev'd : What is our bliss that changeth with the moon; For diff'rent this from ev'ry former note,
| And day of life, that darkens ere 'uis noon? Which Venus dictated, and Henry wrote ; . What is true passion, if unblest it dies? Which told her all his future hopes were laid And where is Emma's joy, if Henry flies ? On the dear bosom of his Nut-brown Maid; if love, alas ! be pain; the pain I bear Which always bless'd her eyes, and own'd her No thought can figure, and no tongue declare, pow'r;
Ne'er faithful wonian felt, nor false one feign'd, And bid her oft adieu, yet added more. [laid ; The fames which long have in my boson reignid: Now night advanc'd. The house in sleep were The god of love himself inhabits there, care, 2 The nurse experienc'd, and the prying maid: With all his rage, and dread, and grief, and At last that sprite, which does incessant haunt His compliment of stores, and total war. ) The lover's steps, the antient maiden aunt. 1 0 ! cease then coldly to suspect my love ; To her dear Henry Emma wings her way,
| And let my deed, at least, my faith approye.
Alas! no youth shall my endearments share; For Love, fantastic power, that is afraid Nor day nor night shall interrupt my care ; To stir abroad till watchfulness be laid, No future story shall with truth upbraid Undaunted then, o'er cliffs and valleys strays, | The cold indifference of the Nut-brown Maid : And leads his voisies safe thro' pathless ways Nor to hard banishment shall Henry run; Not Argus with his hundred eyes shall find While careless Emma sleeps on beds of aown. Where Cupid goes; tho' he, poor guide, is blind. View me resolv'd, where-e'er thou lead'st, to go,
The maiden, first arriving, sent her eye Friend to thy pain, and partner of thy woe : Ta ask, if yet its chief delight were nigh: For I attest, fair Venus and her son, With fear, and with desire, with joy and pain, That I, of all mankind, will love but thee alone. She sees, and runs to meet hin on the plain.
HENRY. But oh! his steps proclaiin no lover's haste; Let prudence yet obstruct thy vent'rous way; On the low ground bis fix'd regards are cast; And takegood heed, what men will think and say: His artful bogom heaves dissemhicd sighs; That beauteous Emma vagrant courses took ; And tears suborn'd fall copious from his eyes. Her father's house and civil life forsook; ..
With ease, alas! we credit what we love : That, full of youthful blood, and fond of man, His painted grief does real sorrow move She to the wood-land with an exile ran. In the afflicted fair; adown her cheek
Reflect, that lessen'd fame is ne'er regain'd; Trickling, the genuine tears their current break; And virgin honor once, is alware staind: . Attentive stood the mournful nymph: the man Timely advis'd, the conuing evil shun': . Broke silence first : the tale alternate ran : Better not do the deed, than weep it donc. HENRY.
No penance can absolve our guilty fame; . Sincere, O tell me, hast thou felt a pain, Noricars, that wash out sin, can wash out shame Emma, beyond what woman knows to feign? Then Ay the sad effects of desp'rate love ; [rove. Has thy uncertain bosom ever strove
And leave a banish'd man through lonely woods to With the first tumults of a real love?
By the rash young, or the ill-natur'd old : . Thy virgin softness hast thou e'er bewail'd, Let ev'ry tongue its varions censures choose ; . As reason yielded, and as love prevail'd! .. Absolve with colduess, or with spite accuse :
Fair Truth at last her radiant beams will raise ; Wilt thou not then reluctant send thine eye
Those seats, whence long excluded thou must
ΕΜΜΑ. But canst thou wield the sword, and bend the Thy rise of fortune did I only wed, With active force repel the sturdy foe? [bow? From its decline determind to recede? When the loud tumult speaks the battle nigli, Did I but purpose 10 embark with thee And winged death in whistling arrows Ay; On the smooth surface of a summer's sea, Wilt ihou, tho' wounded, yet undaunted stay, Wlule gentle Zephyrs play in prosp'rous gales, Perform thy part, and share the dangerous day? | And Fortune's favor fills the swelling sails : Then, as thy strength decays, thy heart will fail, But would forsake iheship, and make the shore, Thy linibs all trembling, and thy checks all pale: When ihe winds whistle, and the tempests roar! With truitless sorrow, thou, inglorious maid, '? No, Henry, no : one sacred oath has tyd ? Wilt wcep thy safety by thy love betray'd : jour loves; one destiny ont life shall guide; Then to thy friend,' by foes o'ercharg'd, deny Nor wild nor decp our common way divide) Thy little useless aid, and covaril fly : love When from the cave thou risest with the day, Then wilt thou curse the chance that made thec Tobeat the woods, and rouse the bounding prey; A banish'd man condemn'd in lonely woods 10 The cave with moss and branches I'll adur, rove.
And cheerful sit, to wait my lord's retur : CMMA.
And, when thou frequent hring'st the smitten With fatal certainty Thalestris knew
deer To send the arrow from the twanging row :
(For seldom, archers say, thy arrows err), And, great in arins, and foremost in the war,
I 'll fetch quick fuel from the neighb'ring vood, Bonduca brandish'd high the British spear.
And strike the sparkling Aint, and dress the Could thirst of vengeance and desire of fame
With humble duty, and officious haste, (food: Excite the female breast with martial flame!
L'llcull the furthest mear for thy repast: And shall not love's diviner pow'r inspire
| The choicest herbs I to thy board will bring; More hardy virtue, and more generous fire?,
And draw thy water from the freshest spring: Near thee, mistrust not, constant I'll abide. And when, at night, with weary toil opprest, And fall, or vanquislı, fighting by thy side.
| Soft slumbers thuu eirjoy'st, and wholesome ret; Though my inferior strength may not allow,
Watchful I'll guard thee, and with midnight That I should hear or draw the warrior bow;
pray'r . With ready hand I will the shaft supply,
Weary the gods to keep thee in their care ; And joy to see thy victor arrows fly."
And joyous ask, at mom's returning ray, Touchd in the battle by the hostile roed,
If thou hast health, and I may bless the day. Should'st thou (but Heav'n avert it!) should'st
My thoughts shall fix, my latest wish depend, thou bleed;
Onthee, guide, guardian, kinsman, father, friend: To stop the wounds my finest lawn I'd tear. By all these sacred nainės be Henry known 2 Wash them with tcars, and wipe then with inyl,
v! To Emma's heart: and grateful let him own, . hair:
" | That she, of all mankind, could love but hun Blest, when iny dangers and my toils have shown : alone. . That I, of all mankind, could love but thee alone.
No longer shall the boddice, aptly lac'd
Arm their chaste beauties with a modest pride, , For thce, my clothes, my sex, exchangʻd furn And double ev'ry charm they seek to hide.
thee, Th'ambrosial plenty of thy shining hair, I'll mingle with the people's wretched lee ; Cropt off and lost, scarce lower than thy ear, o line extreme of huinan intamy! :) Shall stand uncoutti: a horseman's coat shall hide Wanting the scissars, with these hands I'll tear Thy taper shape and comeliness of side: [knec (1f that obstructs my flight) this load of hair. The short trunk-hose shall show thy foot and Black soot or yellow walnut shall disgrace Licentious, and to common eye-sighi free, This little red and white of Emma's face.. And, with a bolder stride, and looser air, These nails with scratches shall detorm inyn. Mingled with men, a man thou must appear.
breast, Nor solitude, nor gentle peace of mind, Lest by my look or color be express'd Mistaken maid, shali thou in forests find:
| The mark of aught high-born, or ever better "Tis long since Cynthia and her train were ther : dress'd. Or guardian gods made innocence their care. Yet in this commerce, under this disguise, Vagrants and outlaw shall offend thy view; Let me be grateful still in Henry's eyes; For shich must be my friends; a hideo113 crew Lost to the world, let me to him be known : By adverse fortune mix'd in social ill,
My fate I can absolve; if he shall own, Train'd to assault, and disciplin'd to kill :' | That, leaving all mankind, I love but him Their common loves, a lewd abandon' pack,
alone. The beadle's lash still Hagrant on their back :
HENRY. By sloth corrupted, by disorder feil,
O wildest thought of an abandon il mind! Made bold by want, and prostitute for bread: Name, habit, parents, woman, eft behind, With such must Emma hunt the tedious day, Ev'n honor dubious, thou preferr'st to go Assist their violence, and divide iheir prey :: Wild to the woods with me : said Enima so? With such she inust return at setting light,
Or did I dream what Emma never said ? Tho' not partaker, witness of their night. . |() guilty error! and i wretched maid ! Thy ear, inur'd to charitable sounds,
Whose roving fancy would resolve the same 7 And pieving love, must feel the hateful wounds With him, who next should tempt her easy Of jest obscene and vulgar ribaldry,
Hame. ? The ill-bred question, and the lewd reply; And bluw with empty words the susceptible j Brought by long habitude from bad to worse, Now why should donbtful terms thy mind perMust hear the frequent oath, the direful curse, Confess thy frailty, and ayow thy sex: splex? The latest weapon of the wretches war;
No longer loose desire for constant love And blasphemy, sad comrade of despair. Mistake; but say, 'tis man with whom thou Now Emma now the last reflection make,
long'st to rove. Whatthouwouldstfollow,whalthoumustforsake:
swords; By our ill-omen'd stars, and adverse heav'n, Are there not poisons, racks, and fames, and Vo middle object to thy choice is given. That Emma thus must die by Henry's words? Or yield thy virtue, to attain thy love; (rove. Yet what could swords or poison, racks or Or leave a banish'd man condeinnil in wouds to flame, EMMA.
But mangle and disjoint this brittle frame? O grief of heart! that our unhappy faics More fatal Henry's words: they inurler EmForce thee to suffer what thy honor hates;
ma's fame. Tix thee amongst the bad; or make thee run ! And fall these sayings from that gentle tongue, Too near the paths which virtue bids three shun. Where civil speech and soft persuasion hung; Yet with her Henry still let Emma go; Whose artful sweetness and harmonious stain, With himn abhor the vice, but share the woe : Courting my grace, vet courting it in vain, .. And sure my litile heart can never err
Callid sighs, and lears, and wisdies, io iis aid ; ) Amidst the worst ; if Henry still be there. And, whilst it Henry's glowing flame convey'd
Our outward act is prompted from within; Sillblain'd the coldness of the Vul-lrownmaid? And from the singer's mind procceds the sin: Let envious jealousy and canker'd spite ) By her own choice free Virtue is approv'd; Produce iny actions to severest light, Mor by the furce of ontward objects mov'd. And tax my open day, or secret night. Who has assay d po dangor gains no praise, Did e'er my tongue speak my unguarded hicart In a small islé, amidst the widest seas,
The least inclin'd to play the wapton's part? Triumphant Constancy has fix'd her sent: Did e'er my eye one in ward thought reveal. In vain the syrens sing, the tempests beat: Which angels might not hear, and virgins tell? Theirfattery she rejecis, nor fears their threat. And hast thou, llenty, in 21w conduct known
For thee alone thcse little charms I dres:d ; | One fault, but that which I must never own, Condemn'd them, or absolvd them by this tcst. That I, of all naukiod, have loved but thee tn comely figure rang'd, my jewels shonc,
alone? Or negligently placid, for thee alone:
HEXRY. For thee again they shall be laid aside;
Vainly thou talk'st of loving me alonc: The woman, Henry, shall put off her pride Fach man is man; and all our sex is one.
False are our words, and fickle is our mind :) | And, when her Henry's softer hours advise 2 Nor in Love's ritual can we ever find
His servant's absence, with dejected eyes Vowe made to last, or promises to bind. Far I'll recede, and sighs forbid to rise.
By nature prompted, and for empire made, Yet, when increasing grief brings slow disease; Alike by strength or cunning we invade: And ebbing life, on terms severe as these, When, arm'd withrage, we marchagainsttheroe, will have its little lamp no longer fed ; We lift the balılé-ax, and draw the bow: Wien Henry's mistress shows bim Emma dead; When, fir'd with passion, we attack the fair, Rescue my poor remains from vile neglect; Delusive sighs and britule vows we bear: \ith virgin honors let my hearse be deck'd, Our falsehoorl and our arms have equal usc; And decent emblem; and at least pursuade As they our conquest or delight produce. This happy nymph, that Emma may be laid
The foolish heart thou gav'st, again receive, Where thou, dearauthor of my death, whereshe, The only boon departing love can give. With frequent eye my sepulchre may see. To be less wretched, be no longer true;[sue?? The nymph amidst her joys may happly breathe What strives to fly thee why shouldst thou pur-} One pious sigh, reflecting on niy death, Forget thy present flame, indulge anew. And the sad fate which she may one day prove, Single the loveliest of the am'rous youth; Who hopes from Henry's vows eternal love. Ask for his vow ; but hope not for his truth. And thou, forsworn, thou cruel, as thon art, The next man (and the next thou shalt believe) 2 If Emma's iinage ever touch'd thy heart; (lear Will pawn his gous, intending to deceive; Thou sure must give one thought and drop one Willkneel, implore, persist,o'ercome,andleave.) To her, whom love abandon'd to despairi Hence let thy Cupid aim his arrows right: To her, who, dying, on the wounded stone Be wise and false, shun trouble, seek delight; Bid it in lasting characters be known, Change thou the first, nor wait thylover'sflight. That, of mankind, she lov'd but thee alone. ) Why shouldst thou weep? let Nature judge
HENRY. our case; I saw thee young and fair ; pursu'd the chace Hear,solemnJove! and,conscious Venus, hear! Or youth and beauty : I another saw
And hou, brightipaid, believeme, whilst I swear; Fairer and younger: yielding to the law No time, no change, no future flame, shall more Of our all-ruling mother, I pursued
The well-plac'd basis of my lasting love.
Receive the triumph, and forget the war. S
And found his glory in his Emma's joy. Nor can the wildness of thy wishes err In me behold the potent Edgar's heir, So wide, to hope that thou mayst live with her Illustrious earl: him terrible in war. Love, well thou know'st, no partnership allows : Let Loyre confess; for she has felt his sword Cupid averse rejects divided vows :
And trembling fled before the British lord. Then from thy foolish heart, vain maid, remove Him great in peace and wealth fair Deva knows; An useless sorrow, and an ill-starr'd love; For she amidst his spacious meadows flows; And leave me with the fair at large in woods? Inclines her urn upon his fatten'd lands; to rove.
And sees his numerous herd imprint her sands. EMMA
Andthou,myfair,mydove,shaltraisethythought Are we in life through one great error led ? |To greatness next to empire; shalt be brought Is each man purjur'd and each nymph betray'd? With solemn pomp to my paternal seat; Of the superior sex art thou the worst ? Where peace and plenty on thy word shall wait. Am I of mine the most completely curst ? Music and song shall wake the marriage-day :) Yet let me go with thee; and going prove, And, whilst the priests accuse the bride's delay, From what I will endure, how much I love. Myrtles and roses shall obstruct her way,
This potent beauty, this triumphant fair, Friendship shall still thy evening feasts adorn: 'This happy object of our diff'rent care, And blooining peace shall ever bless thy morn. Her let me follow; her let me attend,
Succeeding years their happy race shall run; A servant (she may scorn the name of friend): And Age urihecded by delight come on ; What she demands, incessant I'll prepare : While yet superior Lore shall mock his pow'r, I'll weave her garlands; and I'll plait her hair : And when old Time shall turn the fated hour, Niy busy diligence shall deck her board Which only con our well-tied knot unfold: (For there at least I may approach my lord); What rests of both, one sepulchre shall hold.
Hence Hence then for ever from my Emma's breast , And those, they vow'd, whose lives should imitate (That heaven of softness, and that seat of rest), These lovers' constancy, should share their fate, Yedoubts and fears, and all that know to move 1 The queen of beauty stopp'd her bridled doves; Tormenting grief, and all that trouble lore | Approv'd the little labor of the Loves; Scatter'd bywindsrecede,andwildinforestsrove.) Was proud and pleas'd the mutual vow to hear;2 EMMA.
And to the triumph callid the god of war: E O day the fairest sure that ever rose !
Soon as she calls, the god is always near
Now, Mars, she said, let Fame exalt her voice; Period and end of anxious Edward's woes! Sire of her joy, and source of her delight; 2
Nor let thy conquests only be her choice :
But when she singsgrcat Edward from the field () wing'd with pleasure take thy happy flight, And give each future morn a tincture of inyl In Concord's temple hung, and Gallia taught
hit Return'd, the hostile spear and captive shield white.
to yield; Yet tell thy votary, potent queen of love!
And when, as prudent Saturn shall complete Henry, my Henry, will he never rove?
The years design'd to perfect Britain's state, Will be ever kind, and just, and good ?
Theswift-wing'dpow'rshalltakeher trumpagain, And is there then no mistress in the wood ? None, none. there is the thought was rash and! To sing her favorite Anna's wondrous reign : A false idea, and a fancied pain.
To recollect an wearied Marlbro's toils,
Old Rufus' hall unequal to his spoils ; Doubt shall for ever quit my strengthen'd heart,
The British soldier from his high command And anxious jealousy's corroding smart; ,
Glorious, and Gaul thrice vanquish'd by his No other inmate shall inhabit there,
Let her at least perform what I desire ; [hand : But soft Belief, young Joy, and pleasing Care.
With second breath the vocal brass inspire, Hence let the tides of plenty ebb and Aow,
And tell the nations, in no vulgar strain, And Fortune's various gale unhecded blow.
What wars I manage, and what wreaths I gain, Il at iny feet the suppliant goddess stands,
| And, when thy tumults and thy fights are past; And sheds her treasure with unwcaried hands;
And when thy laurels at iny feet are cast; Her present favor cautious I 'll embrace;
Faithful may'st thou, like British Henry prove : And not unthankful use the proffer'd grace :
And Emma-like, let me return thy love. If she reclaims the temporary boon,
Renown'd for truth, let all thy sons appear; And tries her pinions, flutt'ring to be gone ;
And constant beauly shall reward their care. Secure of mind I 'll obviate her intent,
1 Mars smil'd, and bow'd: the Cyprian deity And unconcern'd return the goods she lent.
Turn'd to the glorious ruler of the sky; Nor happiness can I, nor miséry feel, From any turn of her fantastic wheel : (powrs, And verse, behold my deed, and sing my praise;
And thou, she smiling said, great god of days Friendship's great laws, and love's superior
As on the British earth, my fav'rite isle,
Thy gentle rays and kindest influence smile,
I Thro all her laughing fields and verdant groves, I must my blessings or iný sorrows date:
Proclaim with joy those inemorable loves :' And Henry's will must dictate Emma's fate. ) Yet while with close delight and inward pride
From every annual course let one great day
To celebrated sports and floral play (Which from the world iny careful soul shall I see thee, lord and end of niy desire,
Be set aside; and, in the softest lays
[hide) Oft thy poetic sons, be solemn praise, Exalted high as virtue can require; With power invested, and with pleasure cheer'd; To the true Lover, and the Nut-brown Maid.
And everlasting marks of honos paid Sought by the good, by the oppressor fear'd; Loaded and blest with all the affluent store s 142. An Heroic Epistle to Sir William ChamWhich human vows atsmoking shrinesimplore; s bers, Knight, Comptroller General of his MaGrateful and humble grant me to einploy jesty's Works. ard Author of a late Dissera My life subservient only to thy joy;
tation on Oriental Gardening. Enriched with And at my death tu bless thy kindness shown | Explanatory Nutes, chiefly extracted from Toher, who of mankind could love bitihee alone. that elaborate Performance. ANON.
WHILE thus the constant pair alternate said, Non omnes arbusta juvant humilesque myricae. Joyful above them and around them play'd
VIRGIL. Angels and sportive Loves, a numerous crowd ; KNIGHT of the Polar Star! by Fortune plac'd,
mihing they clapp'd their wings and low. They To shine the Cynosure* of British taste; whey tumbled all their littlequivers v'er, [bow'd: Whose orb collects in one refulgent view
o choose propitious shafts; a precious store, The scatter'd glories of Chinese Virtù ; hat, when theirgod should take his firture darts, and spreads their lustre in so broad a blaze,
rike (however rarely) constant hearts, That Kingsthemselvesaredazzled, whilethevgaze! W appy skill might proper arms employ, ' 10 let the Muse attend thy march sublime, .
"PPd with pleasure, and all wing'd withjoy;| And, with thy prose, caparison her rhyme;
Cynosure, an affected phrase; Cynosure is a Constellation of Ursa Minor, or the Lesser Bear, next, star to the Pole. Dr. Newton on the word in Milton.