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Nor where Clitumnus * rolls his gentle To every want, and every woe,
To guilt itself when in distress,
The palm of picy would impart,
And all relief that bounty could bestow! Nor yet where Meles for lissus & ftray. E'en f> the kid or lamb, thar pour'd its life lli does it now befeem,
Bencath the bloody knife,
Her gertle tears would fall; To dire disease and death your darling should be Tears, from tweet Virtue's source, benevolentto all. left.
Not only good and kind,
A spirit that with noul pride
Could look superior down With you the fiarch'd the wit of Greece On Fortune's liile or frown; and Rome;
That could, without regret or pain,
To Virtue's lowist duty facrifice
Or Interest or Ambition's highest prize ; Italia's happy genius could produce;
That, injur'd or offended, never tried
Its dignity by vengeance to maintain,
But by magnanimous disdain.
With inoffensive light
All pleasing Thone; nor ever pass’d
And fiveet Benevolence's mild command, Ah! what is now the use
And bathful Modeliy, before it cast. Of all those treasures that enrich'd her mind, A prudence undeceiving, undeceir'd, To black Oblivion's gloom for ever now con- That nor too little nor too much believ'd ; sign'd!
That scorn'd unjust Sufpicion’s coward fear, At least, ye Nine, her spotless name
And, without weakness, knew to be fincere. 'Tis yours from death to fare,
Such Lucy was, when in her fairest days, And in the temple of immortal Fame
Amidst th' acclaim of universal praise.
In life's and glory's freshest bloom,
In the soft bufom of Campania's vale,
And genial summer breathes her gentle gale, Thou plaintive Muse, whom o'er his Laura's The verdant orange lifts its beautcous head;
Untappy Petrarch call’d to mourn; (urn From ev'iy branch the balmy flow'rets risc, O come, and to this fairer Laura pay
On ev'ry bough the golden fruits are seen ; A more impassion'd tcar, a more pathetic lay! With odours Tweet it fills the smiling skies, Tell how each beauty of her mind and face
The wood-nymphs tend it, and th' Idalian Was brighten'd by some sweet peculiar grace!
queen : How eloquent in ev'ry look
But, in the midst of all its blooming pride, Thro' her exprellive eyes her toul distinctly
A sudden blast from Apenninus blows, spoke!
Cold with perpctuał fnows ; [and dies.
And fragrant with ambrosial flow'rs,
Where to thy Laura thou again art join'd;
Arise, and hither bring the filver lyre,
Tun'd by thy skilful hand,
To the soft notes of elegant desire,
To me resign the vocal thell,
* The Clitumnus is a river of Umbria, the residence of Propertius.
| The Meles is a river of lonia, from whence Homer, fupposed to be born on its banks, is called Mellifigenes. The llitsus is a river at Athens.
And teach my forrows to relate
Yet, O my foul! thy rising inurmurs stay;
Nor dare th’all-wise Dispoici to arraigu,
That all thy full-blown joys at once should fade, To thee thy mistreis in the blissful band
Was his moit righteous wili-and be that wil Of Hymen never gave her hand; The joys of wedded love were never thine. Would thy fond lore his grace to her controul; In thy domestic care
And, in these low abodes of
and paio, She never bere a share,
Her pure exalted foul,
Unjustly, for thy partial good, detain ?
No-rather strive thy groveliing mind to raise
That heavenly radiance of eternal light, Of sickness watch thee, and thy languid head
In which enthron’d the now with piry fecs, Whole nights on her unwearied arm sustain, How frail, how insecure, how flight, And charm away the sense of pain :
Is every mortal bliss; Nor did the crown your mutual flame Even Love ittelf, if rising by degrees With pledges dear, and with a father's tender name Beyond the bounds of this imperfect ftare, O best of wives ! O dearer far to me
Whole Meeting joys fo foon must end, Than when thy virgin charms
It does not to its lovereign good ascend. Were yielded to my arms;
Rise then, my foul, with hope elate,
And seek those regions of ferene delight, How can my foul endure the loss of thee! How in the world, to me a desert grown,
Whose peaceful path, and ever-open gate,
No feet but those of harden'd Guilt thali mils: Abandon'd and alone, Without my fiveet companion can I live?
There Dcath himself thy Lucy thall reftore; Without thy lovely tinile,
There yield up all his pow'r uc'er to divide you The dear reward of ev'ry virtuous toil, What pleasures now can pall'd Ambiticn give?
E'en the delightful sense of well-earn'd praise, § 96. A Winter Piece. AXON. Unhar'd by thee, no more my lifeless thoughts it was a winter's evening, and fast came down could raise.
[blow, For my distracted mind
And keenly o'er the wide heath the bitter blafi did What fuccour can I find ?
When adamsel all forlorn, quite bewilder'd in her On whom for confolation thall I call ?
way, Support me, ev'ry friend;
Press'd her baby to her bosom, and sadlythus didlay: Your kind arlistance lend,
“Oh! cruel was my father, that shut his dres To bear the weight of this orpressive woe.
(fee; Alas! cach friend of mine,
And cruel was my mother, that such a fighe coud My dear departed love, so much was thine, And cruel is the wint'ry wind, that chills my heart That none has any.comfort to bestow.
(for gold! My books, the best relief
But crueller than all, the lad that left my love In every other grief, Are now with your idea fadden't all :
Hush, huh, my lovely baby, and warm thee in Eich favourite author we together read Niy tortur'c memory wounds, and speaks of Lucy For, cruel as he is
, did he know but how we fare,
Ah, little thinks thy father how fadly we're ditdead.
He'd shield us in his arms from this bitter piercing We were the happiest pair of human kind:
air. The rolling vear its various courte perform’d, Cold, cold, my dearest jewel ! thy little life is goine:
And back return'd again ; Another, and another, smiling came,
Oh let my tears revive thee, so warm that trick'e
down: And law our happiness unchang 'd remain.
(they fall : Srill in her golden chain
My tears that gush so warm, ch they freeze betare Harmonicus Concord did our wishes bind :
Ah wretched, wretched mother ! thou 'rt now
bereft of all." Our studies, pleatures, taste, the fame. O fatal, fatal stroke!
Then down the sunk despairing upon the drifted That all this pleasing fabric Love had rais'd
[her woe: Of rare felicity,
And, wrung with killing anguish, lamented loud On which even wanton Vice with envy gaz’d, She kiss'd her baby's pale lips, and laid it by her And every scheme of bliss our hearts had form'd, side; With foothing hope for many a future day, Then cast her eyes to heaven, then bow'd her In one lad moment broke !
head, and died.
Audi ae wees, vagitus et incon
$ 97. The Scbool Mistress. In Imitation of Spenser. With dark distrust, and sad repentance fill'd,
And ftcdfast hare, and sharp atliétion join'd,
And fury uncontroul'd, and chastisement unkind.
To think how modeft worth neglected lies, The childish faces of old Æol's train, While partial Fame doth with her blafts adoru Lihs, Notus, Aufter* : these in frowns array’d,
Such deeds alone as pride and pomp disguise; How then would fare or earth, or sky,or main, Deeds of ill fort, and mischiero'is emprize : Were the fern god to give his faves the rein?
Lind me thy clarion, Goddes! let me try And were not the rebellious breasts to qucll, To found the praise of merit ere it dics; And were not the her statures to maintain, Such as I oft have chanced to efpy,
Thecot no more, I ivern, were deem'd the cell Loft in the dreary thades of dull obscurity. Where comelv peace of inind and ducent order
Embower'd in trees, and hardly known to A ruffet stole was o'er her shoulders thrown;
'Twas crown country bred the fuck fo fair; Who boasts unruly brats with birch to tame: 'Twas her own labour did tle fecce propue;
They, grieven fore, in piteous ulurance pent, Ard, footh to fay, ler pupils, rang daround,
For they in gaping wonderment abound,
on ground. Which Lcarning near her little domedidstow, Alheit, ne fart'ry did corrupt her truth; Whilome a tivig of finall regard to see,
Ne pompous title did debauch her car; Tho' now fo vide its waving branches flow, Goody, good-woman, gollip, n'aunt, forfooth, And work the simple valsais mickle woe;
Or dame, the sole additions fhe did hear; For not a wind might curl the leaves that Yet these the challengd, tiefe thc held right blew,
dear: But their limbs shudder'd, and their pulse beat Ne would creem him act as mought behove, And, as they look'd, they found their horror Who should not honour'd eld with these revere; grew,
For never title yet so mcan could prove, And shap'd it into rods, and tingled at the view. But there was cke a mind ivhich did that title love. So have I seen (who has not, may conceive) One ancient hen she took delight to feed,
A lifeless phantom near a garden placil; The pludding pattern of the busy dame, So doth it wanton birds of peace bercare,
Which cier and anon, impeli’d by nced, Of sport, of song, of pleasure, of repast:
Into her school, begirt with chickens, came; They start, they stare, they wheel, they look Such favour did her poft deportment claim : aghaft;
Ard if neglect had lavish'd on the ground Sad servitude! Such comfortless annoy Fragment of bread, the would collect the same ; May no bold Briton's riper aye e'er tafte! For well the knevi, ard quaintly couid exNe superstition clog his dance of joy,
pound, Ne vision empty, vain, his native bliss destroy! What sin it were to wife the smallest crumb the
found. Near to this dome is found a patch fo green,
On which the tribe their gan bols do dilplay; Herbs too she knew, and well of each could And at the door impris’ning board is seen,
Where no vain flow'r disclos'd a gaudy ftreak,
Ofçrey renown, within those borders grew; Where fits the dame, disguis'd in look pro- The tufted bafil, pun-provoking thyme, found,
[around. Froh baum, and marygold'of cheerful hue, And eyes her Fairy throng, and turns her wheel The lowly gill, that never dares to climb, Her cap, far whiter than the driven snow,
And more I fain would fing, disdaining here to
As is the hare-bell that adorns the field: That givesilimeves to wander leagues around;
wound; The south-weft wird, south, &c.
And marj'ram fwect, in shepherd's pofie found; Lo! now with state the utters the command !
And lavender, whose suikes of azure bloom Eftfoons the urchins to their talks repair ; Shall be, erewhile, in arid bundles bound, Their books, of stature small, they take in hand,
To lurk amidst the labours of her loom, Which with peliucid horn secured are, And crown her kerchiefs clean wich mickle rare To save from finger wet the letters fair. perfume.
The work so gay that on their back is seen And here trim rosemarine, that whilom crown'd
St. George's high achievements does declare, The daintiest garden of the proudest peer,
On which thilk wight that has vgazing bezni, Ere, driven from its envicd site, it found
Kens the forth-coming rod; unpleating lgbt, I A sacred shelter for its branches here,
ween! Where edg'd with gold its glitt'ring fkirts ap
Ah ! luckless he, and born beneath the beam pear.
Of evil ftar! it irks me whilft I write ! O wassel days! O customs meet and well ! As erst the bard - by Mulla's silver stream,. Ere this was banish'd from its lofty sphere ; Oft as he told of deadly do!orcus pught,
Simplicity then fought this humble cell, Sigh'd as he lung, and did in tears indite; Nor ever would the more with thane and lordling For, brandishing the rod, she doth begin dwell.
To loose the brogues, the stripling's late de Here oft the dame, on Sabbath's decent eve,
light! Hymned such psalms as Sternhold forth did And down they drop; appears his dainty skin,
Fair as the furry coat of whiteft ermilin. If winter 'twere, the to her hearth did cleave : O ruthful scene! when from a nook obscure
But in her garden found a summer scat : His little fister doth his peril see; Sweet melody! to hear her then repeat
All playful as the fate, the grows demure, How Israel's sons, beneath a foreign king, She finds full soon lier wonted spirits fice; While taunting foe-men did a song entreat, She meditates a pray'r to let himn free:
All for the nonce untuning every string, Nor gentle pardon could this dame deny Uphung their useless lyres-small heart had they (lf gentle pardon could with dames agree) to fing,
To her fad grief that swells in either eye, For she was just, and friend to virtuous lore, And wrings her so, that all for pity the could die.
And pass'd much time in truly virtuous deed; No longer can the now her thrieks command i And in those elfins' ears would oft deplorc And hardly the forbears, thro' awful fear, The times when Truth by l'opish rage did Torulhen forth, and, with presumptuous hand, blced,
To ftay harsh juftice in its mid career. And tortious death was true Devotion's mced ; On thee The calls, on thce, her parent dear!
And simple Faith in iron chains did mourn. (Ah! too remote to ward the shamefulblow) That nould on wooden image place her creed; She sees no kind domestic visage near, And lawny faints in smould'ring fames did And foon a Hood of tears begins to flow, burn:
[return. And gives a loose at last to unavailing woe. Ah! dearest Lord I forefend thilk days should e'er But, ah ! what pen his piteous plight may trace! In elbow-chair, like that of Scottish ftem,
Or what device his loud laments explain ? By the sharp tooth of cank'ring Eld defac'd, The form uncouth of his disguised face? In which, when he receives his diadem,
The pallid hue that dyes his looks amain? Our lov'reign prince and liefert liege is plac'd. The plenteous show'rthat does his cheek dittain? The matron late : and some with rank the When he in abject wise implores the dame, grac'd,
Ne hopeth aught of sweet reprieve to gain; The source of children's and of courtier's Or when from high the levels well her aim, pride!
And, thro’the thatch, his cries each falling stroke Redress’d affronts (for vile affronts there pass'd),
proclaim. And warn'd them not the fretful to deride,
The other tribe, aghast, with fore dismay But love each other dear, whatever them betide.
Attend,and conn their talks with mickle care; Right well the knew each temper to descry, By turns, astonied, ev'ry twig survey,
To thwart the proud,and the submits to raile; And from their fellow's hateful younds Some with vile copper prize exalt on high,
beware, And some entice with pittance small of praise; Knowing I wilt, how each the same may thare; And other some with baleful sprig she 'frays: Till fear has taught them a perfor.nance E'en absent, the thereins of pow'r doth hold,
mect, While with quaini arts the giddy crowd the And to the well-known chest the dame repair, fways;
Whence oft with sugar'd cates the doth 'ca Forewarn’d, if lietle bird their pranks behold,
greet, 'Twill whisper in her car, and all the scene un- And gingerbread y-rare; now, certes, doubly fold.
Şee, to ti eir seats they hye with merry glee, And many a pret quit th’Aönian field :
And, four'd by age, profound he shall appear, All but the wight of bum y-galleil ; he As he who now, with 'Idainful fury thrillid, Abhorreth bench, and stool, and formy, and Surveys mine work, and levels many a leer, chair
[hair);! And furis his wrinkly front, and cries, • What (This hand in mouth y-fix'd, that rends his tuff is here! And eke with snubs profound, and heaving breast,
But now Dan Phæbus gains the middle sky, Convulsions intermitting! does cleclare
And Liberty unbars her prison-door;
And like a ruining torrent out they fly,
And now the grally cirque han cover'd o’es
With boilt'rous revel-rout and wild uproar. His face besprent with liquid crystal Mines ; A thousand ways in wanton rings they run;
His blooming face, that seems a purple flow'r, Heaven shield their short-liv'd paltimes, I imWhich low to earth its drooping head declines, plore !
All 1mcard and sullied by a vernal show'r. For well may Freedom, erst so dearly won, Oh the hard bosoms of despotic pow'r! Appear to British 'elf more gladfome than the sun.
All, all but she, the author of his shame, All, all but the, regret this mournful hour:
, poor imps! enjoy your sportive trade, Yet hence the youth, and hence the flow'r
Andchase gay flies, and cullthe fairett Aow'rs; shall claim,
For when my bones in grass-green sods are laid; If fo I deem aright, transcending worth and fame.
For never may ye taste more careless hours
In knightly calles, or in ladies' bow'rs. Behind some door in melancholy thought, O vain, in feck delight in earthly things !
Mindless of food, he, dreary caitiff? pines ; But most in courts, where proud Ambition Ne for his fellows joyaunce careth ought,
tow'rs; But to the wind all merriment resigns, Deluded wight! who weens fair peace can And deems it shame if he to peace inclines;
spring And many a lullen look aíkaunce is fent, Beneath the pompous dome of kesar or of king. Which for his dame's annoyance he designs;
See in each sprite fume various bent appear ! And still the more to plcalure bim the 's bent,
Thefe rudely carol most incondite lay; The more doth he, perverse, her 'haviour past
Those saunt'ring on the green, with jocund leer, rcfent.
Salute the stranger pailing on his way: Ah me! how much I fear left pride it be ! Some builden fragile tenements of clay;
But if that pride it be which thus inspires, Some to the standing lake their courses bend, Beware, ye dames ! with nice difcernment sec, With pebbles smooth, at duck and drake to Ye quench not too the sparks of nobler fires :
play ; Ah! better far than all the Muses' ivres
Think to the huxter's fav'ry cottage tend, (All coward arts) is valour's gen'rous heat; In pastry kings and queens th’alloted mite to spend. The firm fix'd breast which fit and right re
Here, as cach seafon yields a different store, quires,
Each (cason's stores in order ranged been ; Like Vernon's patriot foul, more juftly great Than craft that pimps for ill, or How'ry falso
Apples with cabbage-net y-cover'd o'er,
Galling full sore thanmonied wight, are seen; deccit.
And goolcb'rie, clad in liv'ry red or green : Yet, nurs’d with skill, what dazzling fruits And here of lovely dye the Cath'rine pear; appear!
Fine pear! as lovely for thy juice I ween ; E'on now fagacious forclight points to show
O may no wight c'er pennyless come there, A little bench of heedless bithops here, Left, finit with ardent love, he pine with hopeless And there a chancellor in embryo,
care ! Or bard subliine, if bard may e'er be fo;
See cherries here, ere cherries yet abound, As Milton, Shakespeare, names that ne'er shall die!
With thread fo white in tempting polies tied, Tho'now he crawl along the ground !o low;
Scatt'ring like blooming maid theis glances
With pamper'd look draw little eyes aside, Wisheth, poor starv'ling clf! his paper kite
And mult be bought, tho' penury betide; may
The plum all azure, and the nut all brown; And this perhaps, who, cens'ring the design,
And here each leafon do thote cakes abide, Low lays the house which that of cards doth Whose honour'd names th' inventive city build,
own, Shall Dennis be, if rigid Fates incline;
Rend'ring thro' Britain's ille Salopia's praises And many an epic to tiis rage shall yield,