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Here, where no springs in murmurs break away, "Farewel the youth,whom sighscouldnotdetain, • Or noss-crown'd fountains mitigate the day, “WhomZara's breaking heart implord in vain; • In vain ye hope the green delights to know, “Yet as ihou go'st, inay 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, fasse youth, like * And faint and sickly winds forever howlaround.

me !" • Sad was the hour, and luckless was the clay, "Olet 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 !" • Weak 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 vst 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 Tofflis'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 glittring glade, Or wherefore think the flow'ry mountain's sile, 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, way!

Who led her youth with flocks upon the plain; Ocease, 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 :

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 fect : 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. • Yields her pale enspire to the mourner Night, Gayjmotley’dpinksandsweet jonquils shechose, ** . By hungerrous’d, he scours the groaning plain, (The violet blue, that on the moss-bank grows ; Gaunt wolves and sullen tigers in his train; All sweet to sense, the Haunting sose was there: • Before them Death, with shrieks, directs their The finish'd chaplet well adorn'd her hair. ' way!

Great Abbas chanc'd that fated morn to stray, • Fills the wild yell, and leads them lo 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 vales and echoing groves among, • way!

At length he found, and wood the rural maid • At that dead hour the silent asp shall creep, She knew the monarch, and with fear obey'd. • 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 like Abra lov'd! And wake to anguish with a burning wound. The royal lover bore her from tho 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 went she backward turn'd her view, They tempt no deserts, and no griefs they fud; And bade that crock and bleating Mock 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 gollen pow'r and love! When first from Schiraz' walls I took niy Go, leave the simple pipe,and shepherd's strain;

With love delight thee, and with Abbas reigni O hapless youth ! for she thy love hath won, • Be ev'ry youth like royal Ablas mov'd, • The tender Kara, will be most undone! * And ev'ry Georgian inaid like Abra lov'd'. Big swell'd my heart, and own'd the pow'rful Yet, midsithe blazeof courts, shefix'd herlove 'maid,

On the cool fountain, or the shady grore; When fast she dropp'd her tears and thus Sull, 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.

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Andoft as Spring renew'd the plains with Aow'rs, Far fir the swains, like us, in deep despair; Breath'd hissoft gales, and led the fragrant hours, And leave w rutlian bands their fleecy care. With sure return she sought the sylvan scene,

SE C ANDER. The breezy mnountains, and the forests green. ller inaids around her inov'd, a duteous band! In vain, uvhcard, thou call stihy Persian lord!

Unhappy land! whoseblessingstemptthesword; Hoch bore a crook all-rural in her hand : Some simple lay of flocks and herds they sung: To shield the shepherd, and protect the nai!!

In vain thou court him, helpless, to thinc aid, With joy the mountain and the forest rung.

Far all, in thoughtless indolence resiun d, * Be ev'ry youth like royal Abbas moud, • An er rý Georgian maid like Abra luv 'd! Mid-z fair Sultanas lost in idle joy,

Soli dreams of love and pleasure sooth his mind: And ost the royal lover left the care

No wars alarm bin, and no fears annoy. And thorns of state, attendant on the Fair;

A G I B. Oit to the shades and low-roof'd cou retird, Or sought the vale where first his heart was fir'd: Yer these green hills, in summer's sultry heat,

Hlave lent the monarch oft a cool retreat. A russet mantle, like a swain, he wore; And thought of crowns and busy courts no more. Sweet to the sight is Zabra's flow'ry plain, • Be crry youth like roval Abbas movil,

And once by maids and shepherds lou'd in vain ? • And ev'ry Georgian maid like Abra lova! No more ifie virgius shall delight to cure

Blest was the lise that royal Albas led : By Sargis' banks, Or Irwan's shady zrore; Sweet was his love, and innocent liis bedd.

On Tarkie's mountain catch the cooling cale, What is in wealth the noble maid excel;

Or breathe the sweets of Aly's Row'ry vale; The simple shepherd-zirl can love as well.

Fair scenes! but ah! no more with peace possest, Let those who rule on Persia's jewelld throne

With case alluring, and with plenty blesi. Be fanid for love, and gentlest love alone ;

No more the shepherds' whit’ning tents appear, Or wreathe, like Abbas, full of fair renown,

Vor the kind products of a bounteous year; The lover's myrtle with the warrior's crown.

No more the date, with snowy blossomscrown'd; • O happy days!' the maids around her say;

But Ruin spreads her baleful fires around. • haste, profuse of blessings, haste away!

SE CANDER. • Be ev'ry youth like royal Abbas mord,

In vain Circassia boasts her spicy grores, * And ev'ry Georgian inaid like Abra lor'd! For ever fam'd for

pure and happy loves : ECLOGUE

In vain she boasts her fairest of ihe fair; Agil and Secander; or, the Tugitives. Their eyes blue languish, and their gokien hair

, Scene,a Mountain, in Circassia. -- Time, Midnight. Those hairs the 'Tartar's cruel hand shall rend.

Thoseeves in tears their fruitless grief puust send; IN fair Circassia, where, to love inclin'd, Each swain was blest, for ev'ry maid was kind;

AG I B. At that still hour when awful midnight reigus, Ye Georgian swains, that piteous learn from And none but wretches haunt the twilight plains, Circassia's ruin, and the wasie of war; What time the moon had hung her lamp on high; Some weightier arms than crooks and statis And pass'd in radiance thro' The cloudless ský prepare, Sad o'er the dews two brother shepherds fled,

To shield your harvest, and defend your fair : Where 'wild'ring fear and desp'rate sorrow led : The Turk and Tartar like designs pursue, Fast as they pressid their flight, behind them lay Wild as his land, in native deserts bred,

Fix'l to destroy, and stedfast iv undo.
Wide ravagd plains, and valleys stole away.
Along the mountain's bending side they rän; By lust incited, or by malice led,
Tall, faint and weak, Secander thus began :

The villain Arab, as he prow Is for pres,

Oltmarks with bloodand wasting flames the was SE CANDER. Oh stay thee, Agib ; for my feet deny,

Yet none so cruel as the Tartar foe, No longer friendly to my life, to fly.

To death inur'd, and nurs'd in scenes of woe. Friend of iny heart, wh iurn thee, and survey, IIe said ; when loud along the vale was hearů Trace on sad fight tharo' all its length of way! A shriller shriek, and nearer tires apreard: And first review that long extended plain, The affrighted shepherds, thro'the dews of night, And yon wide groves, already pass’d with pain! Wideo'erihemooni-light hills renew'd their flight Yon ragged cliff, whose dang rous path we tried! And, last, this lofty mountain's weary side !

$ 97. The Splendid Shilling. J. PHILLIP Weak as thou art, yet hapless must thou know

- Sing heavenly Muse! The toils of fight, or some severer woe!

* Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme;" Sull as I hasic, the Tartar shouts behind,

A Shilling, Breeches, and Chimeras dire. And shrieks and sorrowsload the sadd’ning wind; Happy the man, who, void of cares and strike; In rage of heart, with ruin in his hand, In silken or in leathern purse retains He 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 to the conquering fiame : But with his friends, when nightly mists arise,

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To Juniper's Magpie, or Town Hall, repairs ; | This caitiff eyes your steps aloof; and oft
Where, inindful of the nymph whose wantoneye Lies perdue in a 'nook or gloomy cave,
Transfix'd his soul, and kindled amorous flames, Prompt to enchant some inadvertent wretch
Chloe or Phillis, he each circling glass With his unhallow'd touch. So (poets sing).
Wishes her health, and joy, and equal love. Grimalkin, to domestic vermiu sworn
Meanwhile he smokes, and laughs at merry tale, An everlasting foe, with watchful eye
Or pun ambiguous, or conundrum quaint. Lies nightly brooding o'er a chinky gap;
But I, whom griping perury surrounds, Protending her full claws, to thoughtless mice
And hunger, sure attendant upon want, Sure ruin. So her disembowell’d. web
With scanty offals, and small acid tiff, Arachne in a hall or kitchen spreads,
(Wretched repast !) my meagre corse sustain : Obrious to vagrant flies : she secret stands
Then solitary walk, or doze at hoine

Within her woven cell; the humming prey,
In garret vile, and with a warming puff Regardless of their fate, rush on the toils
Regale chilld 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 butierfly, proud of expanded wings
Smokes Cambro-Briton (vers’d in pedigree, Distinct with gold, entangled in her snares,

'T 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 mäny 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 overshadlowing rides, with a design Their bulky carcases triumpharit drags. To rend his wares, or at th’ Arvonian mart, So pass my days. But when nocturnal shades Or Maridununi, or the antient town

This world envelop, and th' inclement air Yclep'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

1 With Massic, Serin, or renown'd Falern. Of make-weight candle, nor the joyous talk

Thus, while my joyless minutes tedious flow, Of loving friends, clelights ; 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 citadel ascends :

My anxious mind; or sometimes mournful verse
With vocal heel thrice thund'ring at my gate, Indite, and sing of groves anil 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

Aui restless wish, and rave ; iny parched throat Of wood-hole; straight my brisiling hairs erect Finds no relief, nor heavy eyes repose : Thro'sudden fear; a chilly sweat bedews 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 manya 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 debarr'd, 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 Afflictions 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 frosts, With force incredible, and magic charms, By time subrlued (what will noi time subdue ?) Erst have 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 kõights were wont),

Of 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 agnies. Thus a well-franght ship, In Murance strict detain him! till, in forın Long sail'd secure, or thro' th' Ægean deep, Of inoney, Pallas sets the captive free. Or the Ionian, till cruising near Beware

ye debtors! when ye walk beware, The Lilybean shore, with hideous crush Be circumspect : oft with insidious ken On Scylla or Charybdis (dang'rous rocks) * Two noted alehouses in Oxford, 1700.

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She strikes rebounding; whence the shatter'doak | The troubled mind's fantastic dress,
So fierce a shock unable to withstand, Which madness titles Happiness;
Admits the sea ; in at the gaping side While the gay wretch to revels bears
The crowding waves rush with impetuous rage, The pale remains of sighs and tears';
Resisiless, 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 stáre, they rave, they pump, they swear,

But chief, mny 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 Alies,

And thousand ireach'rous phantoms rise ; $98. An Epistle to a Lady. NUGENT.

Where Guilt in Beaury's ray beguiles,

And Ruin lurks in Friendship's smiles. CLARINDA, dearly lov'd, attend

Lo! where th' enchanting captive dreams The counsels of a faithful friend ;

Of warbling groves and purling streams ; Who with the warmest wishes fraught, Of painted meads, of flow'rs that shed Feels all, at least, that friendship ought! Their odors round her fragrant bed. But since, by ruling Heaven's design,

Quick shifts the scene, the charın is lost, Another's faie shall influence thine ;

She wakes upon 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 unningled pleasures briny,

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 rrjects the foul disguise :
Gives pow'r to mend, or strength to bear; None merit praise who praisc despise.
And half the thought content may gain, Slight not, in supercilious strain,
Which spleen employs to purchaso pain. Long practic'd modes, as low or vain!
Trace not the fair domestic plan

The world will vindicate their cause,
From what you would, but what you can! And claiin blind faith in Custom's laws.
Nor, peevish, spurn the scanty store, Safer with multitudes to stray,
Because you think you merit more!

Than tread alone a fairer way; Bliss ever differs in degree,

To mingle with the erring thirong,
Thy share alone is mcant for thee;

Than boldly speak ten millions wrong.
And thou should'st think, however small, Beware of the relentless train
That share enough, for 'tis thy all :

Who forins adore, who forms 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 juulge who measures guilt by spite. Oh tell them q'er, and say how vain

Behold the sage Aurelia stand,
Are those who form Ambition's train ; Disgrace and fame at her command ;
Which swell the monarch's gorgeous state, As if Heaven's delegate design'd,
And bribe to ill the guilty great!

Sole arbiter of all her kind.
But thou, more blest, more wise than these, Whether she try some favor'd piece
Shalt build up happiness on case.

By rules devis d'in antient Greece ;
Hail, sweet Content! where joy sereno Or whether, modern in her flight,
Gilds the mild soul's unrufi’dtscene; She tells what Paris thinks polite :
And, with blịthie Fancy's pencil wrought, For much her talents to advance,
Spreads the white web of flowing thought, She studied Greece, and travella France ;
Shines lovely in the cheerful face,

There learn'd the happy art to please And clothes cach charm with native zrace ; With all the charins of fabor'd ease; Effusion pure of bļiss sincere,

Thro' looks and nods, with meaning fraught, A vestment for a god to wear.

To teach what she was never taught. Far other ornaments compose

By her each latent spring is seen ; The garb that shrouds dissembled woes,

The workings foul of secret spleen ; Piècd out with ipotley dyes and sorts,

The guilt that skulks in fair pretence; Freaks, whimsies, festivals, and sports : Or fully veil'd in specious sense.

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. 487 And much her righteous spirit grieves, Too various for one single word, When worthlessness the world deceives; The high sublime of deep absurd : Whether the erring crowd commends

While ev'ry talent nature grants Some 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: Averse 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 witlings 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 ; The wise remoter uses reach,

Such sallies are of nobler kind
Which judgement and experience teach.

Than virtues of a narrow mind.
Whoever would be pleas'd and please,
Must do what others do with ease.

§ 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 foes

The lovely Thais by his side From social sympathy, that shares

Sat, like a blooming eastern bride, The public loss or private cares ;,

In How'r of youth and beauty's pride. Whether the barb'rous foe invade,

Happy, happy, happy, pair; Or Merit pine in Fortune's shade.

None but ihe brave, Hence gentle Anna, ever gay,

None but the brave, The same 10-niorrow as to-day,

None but the brave deserves the fair. Save where, perchance, when others weep,

Timotheus, plac'd on high
Her cheek the decerit sorrow steep;

Amid the tuneful choir,
Save when, perhaps, a melting tale
O'er ev'ry tender breast prevail :

With flying fingers touch'd the lyre: The good, the bad, the great, the small,

The trembling notes ascend the sky,

And heavenly joys inspire. She likes, she loves, she honors all.

The song began from Jove: And yet, if sland'rous malice blame,

Who left his blissful seats above, Patient she vields a sister's fame. like if satire or if praise,

Such is the pow'r of mighty love !

A dragon's fiery form belied the god :
She says whate'er the circle says ;

Subline on radiant spheres he rode,
Implicit does whate'er they do,
Without one point in wish or view.

When he to fair Olympia press'd,

And stamp'd an image of himself, a sovereign Sure test of others, faithful glass,

of the world. Thro' whicle the various phantoms pass.

The list'ning crowd admires the lofty sound; Wide blank, unfeeling when alone ; No care, no joy, 119 thought ber own.

A present deity, 'the vaulted roofs rebound:

With ravish'd ears Not thus succeeds the peerless dame,

The monarch hears, Who looks and talks, and acts for fame;

Assumes the god, Intent so wide her cares extend,

Affects to nod,
To make the universe her friend.

And seeins to shake the spheres.
Now with the gay in frolics shines,
Now reasons deep with deep divines :

The praise of Bacchus then the sweet musician With courtiers now extols the great,

sung; With patriots sighs o'er Britain's fate :

Of Bacchus, ever fair and ever young:

The jolly god in triuinph comes; Now breathes with zealots holy fires,

Sound the trumpets, beat the drums; Now melts in less refin'd desires :

Flush'd with a purple grace Doom'd to exceed in each degree,

He shows his honest face. Too wise, too weak, too proud, too free;

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