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Scene, a Valley near Bagdat.-Time, the Morning.
Admir'd Salopia! that with venial pride • Bleft were the days when Wisdom held be
Eyes herbright form in Severn's ambient wave, reign, Fam'd for her loyal cares in perils tried ; • And fiepherds sought her on the filent plain;
Herdrughters lovely, and herst:iplings brare: With Truth she wedded in the secret grove, Ah! inidit the rest, may fow'rs adorn his grave 'Immortal Truth! and daughters biets d their Why'e art did fuft thete dulcetcates display!
love, A mouve fair to Learning's imp's he gave, O hasie, fair maids : ye Virtues, come away!
Who cheerless o'er her darkling regicn ítray, Siveet Peace and Plenty lead you on your way! Till Restun's morn arile, and light them on their • 1 he balmy shrub for you Thail love our hort, way.
By Ind excell'd, or Araby, no more.
• Loft to our fields, for to the fates ordain,
"The dear deferters shall return again. .$ 98. Oriental Eclogues. By Mr. COLLINS.
• Coine thou, whose thoughts as limpid springs
are clear; " To lead the train, sweet Modesty, appear:
• Here make thy court amidit our ruial icene, Selim; or, tbe Shepherd's Moral.
• And shepherd girls shallown thee for their queca. • With thee be Chastity, of all afraid,
Distrusting all, a wilé suspicious maid; 'YE Persian maids, attend your Poet's lays, • But man the moft-not more the mountain dse • And hear how shepherds pass their golden Holds the swift falcon for her deadly foe. • days.
Coldis her breast, like flowers that drink the des; Not all are bleft, whom Fortune's hand sustains
A filken veil conceais her from the view. • With wealth in courts, nor all that haunt the. No wild desires amidst thy train be known, • plains :
• But Faith, whole heart is fix'd on one aloge: • Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell; Desponding Meckness, with her downcalt erth, « 'Tis virtue makes the bliss, where'erwe dwell.'
"And friendiy Pity, full of tender fighs; Thus Selim lung, by facred Truth inspir'd; · And Love the last. By these your hearts appront; Nor praise but such as Truth bestow'd, delir'd:
"These are the virtues that must lead to lore.' Wife in hinfelf, his meaning songs convey'd Thus sung the swain ; and ancient legends las, Informing morals to the shepherd maid;
The maids of Bagdat verified the lay: Or taught the Twains that surest bliss to find,
Dear to the plains, the Virtues came along; What groves nor streams bestow-avirtuous mind. The Ihepherds lov'd, and Selim bless'd his fong.
When sweet and blushing, like a virgin bride, The radiant morn resum d her orient pride;
Scene, the Desert.---Time, Mid-Day.
"Ye Perlian dames,' he said, ' to you belong IN filent horror, o'er the boundless waste, (Well may they please) the morals of my song : The driver Hassan with his camels palsid: • No fairer maids, I trust, than you are found, One cruse of water on his back he bore, • Grac'd with toft arts, the peopled world around! And his light scrip contain'd a scanty ftore; • The morn that lights you, to your loves supplies A fan of painted feathers in his hand, • Each gentler ray, delicious to your eyes ; To guard his faded face from scorching fard. • For you those flow’rs her fragrant hands bestow, The sultry fun had gain'd the middle iky, · And yours the love that kings delight to know. And not a tree, and not an herb, was nigh: • Yet think not these, all beauteous as they are, The beasts with pain their dufty way pursue, • The best kind blessings Heaven can grant the fair: Shrill roar'd the winds, and dreary was the vier ! • Who truit alone in beauty's feeble ray, With desperate sorrow wild, th' affriginted man • Boatt but the worth Ballora's * pearls display! | Thrice figh'd, thrice struck his breast, and thus « Drawn from the deep, we own the surface bright; began : < But, dark within, they drink no lustrous light. • Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, • Such are the maids, and such the charms they "When first from Schiraz' walls I bent og By Tente unaided, or to virtue loft.
[boaft, • way! . Self-Aatt'ring sex! your hearts believe in vain • Ah! little thought I of the blafting wind, • That Love thall blind, when once he fires, the · The thirft or pinching hunger that I find! • Or hope a lover by your faults to win, [twain; Bethink thee, Hallan, where fhall thirt atuage, * As spors on ermin beautify the skin :
· When fails this cruse, his unrelenting rage: Who feeks fecure to rule, be first her care • Soon thallthis fcrip its precious load refign;
Fach fofter virtue that adorns the fair; * Then what but tears and hunger shall be itine? • Each tender patlion man delights to find 'Ye mute companions of my toils, that bear “The iov'd perfection of a female mind! lo In all my griets a more than equal share ! * The Gulf of that name, famous for the pearl-Silhery.
Here, where no fprings in murmurs break away, “ Farewel the youth, whom fighs could not detaia,
“ Safe o'er the wild, no perils mayst thou see ; * Here rocks alone and tasteless rands are found, “ No griefs endure; nor weep, false youth, like * And faint and fickly winds for ever howlaround.
• Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, O let me safely to the fair return,
• O let me teach my heart to lose its fears, Curft be the gold and silver which persuade Recall'd by Wildom's voice, and Zara's tears !' • Weak men to follow far-fatiguing trade !
He said; and callid on Hearen 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 broivn,
ECLOGUE III. • To ev'ry distant mart and wealthy town. • Full oft we tempt the land, and oft the fea;
Abra; or, ibe Georgian Sultand: And are we only yet repaid by thee?
Scene, a Foreft.---Time, the Evening. • Ah! why this ruin so attractive made ? • Or why, fond man, fo easily betray'd ?
IN Georgia's land, where Temis' tow'rs are seen • Why heed we not, while mad 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 side, And the tall forests cast a longer Ihade; ! The fountain's murmurs, and the valley's pride; What time 'tis sweet o'er fields of rice to stray,
Why think we these le's pleasing to behold Or scent the breathing maize at setting day ; • Than dreary deserts, if they lead to gold?
Amidit the maids of Zagen’s peaceful grove, "Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, Emyra sung the pleasing cares of love. • When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my Of Abra first began the tender strain,
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 filent eve the penn'd the fold. • Oft in the dust I view his printed fect : Deep in the grove, beneath the secret thade,
And, fearful! oft, when day's declining light d various wreath of odorous flowers the made. • Yields her pale empire to the mourner Night, Gay motley'd pinks and sweet jonquils the chose*, • By hunger rous'd, he scours the groaning plain, The violet blue that on the moss-bank grow ; • Gaunt wolves and fullen tigers in his train; All sweet to fenfe, the flaunting rose was there : • Before them Death, with shrieks, directs their The finilli'd chaplet well adorn'd her hair. 6 way!
Grcar Abbas chanc'd that fated morn to stray, • 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,
At length he found, and woo'd the rural maid; • At that dead hour the filent asp mall creep, She knew the monarch, and with fear obey'd. • If aught of reft I find, upon my fleep:
• Be ev'ry youth like royal Abbas mov'd, • Or some fwoln serpent twist his scales around, . And ev'ry Gcorgian maid like Abra lov’d!" . And wake to anguith with a burning wound. The royal lover borc her from the plain ; • Thrice happy they, the wise, contented poor; Yet still her crook and bleating flock remain : • From luft of wealth, and dread of death, secure! Oft as Nie went the backwaru turn'd her view, • They tempt no deserts, and no griefs they find; And bade that crook and bluating flock adieu. • Peace rules the day, where reason rules the mind. Fair happy maid ! to other scenes remove;
• Sad was the hour, and luck less was the day, To richer scenes of golden pow'r and love ! • When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my Go leave the simple pipe, and shepherd's strain ; • way!
With love delight thee, and with Abbas reign. O haplefs youth! for she thy love hath won, • Be ev'ry youth like royal Abbas mov'd, The tender Zara, will be mort undone !
• And ev'ry Georgian maid like Abra lov’d!' • Big swellid my heart, and own'd the pow'rful Yet, midst the blaze of courts, she fix'd her love mail,
On the cool fountain, or the shady grove; • When fast the dropp'a her tears, and thus the Still, with the shepherd's innocence, her mind « said :
To the sweet vale and flow’ry mead inclin'd:
That these flowers are found in very great abundance in some of the provincs of Persia, see the Modern Hitory of the ingenious Ms. Salmon.
And oft as Spring renew'd the plains with flow'rs, Far fly the swains, like us, in deep despair ;
Unhappy land! whose blessings tempt the sword; Each bore a crook all-rural in in her hand:
In vain, unheard, thou call'f thy Persian lord! Some simple lay of Mocks and herds they fung; In vain thou court'st him, helpless, to thine aid, With joy the mountain and the forest rung.
To thield the shepherd, and protect the maid ! • Be ev'ry youth like royal Abbas mov'd,
Far off, in thoughitlets indolence refigu'd, • And ev'ry Georgian maid like Abra lov'u!' Soft dreams of love and pleasure footh his misd: And oft the royal lover left the care
Midit fair sultanas lost in idle joy, And thorns of state, attendant on the fair;
No wars aların bin, and no fears annoy. Oft to the Thades and low-roof'd cots retir'd,
A GIB. Or fought the vale where first his heart was tird
Yet these green hills, in summer's sultry hea, A russct mantle, like a lwain, he wore ;
Have lent the monarch oft a cool retreat. And thought of crowns and busy courts no more. Siveet to the fight is Zabra's flow'ry plain, • Be ev'ry youth like royal Abbas mov'd,
And once by maids and shepherds lov'd in raia! • And ev'ry Georgian maid like Abra lov’d!'
No more the virgins thall delight to rove Bleft was the life that royal Abbas lail :
By Sargis' banks, or Irwan's thady grove; Sweet was his love, and innocent his bed.
On Tarkic's mountain catch the cooling gale, What if in wealth the noble maid excel;
Or breathe the fivects of Aly's flow'ry vale; The fimple shepherd girl can love as well. Fair scenes ! but, ah! no more with peace polich, Let thote who rule on Perfia's jewell'd throne
With ease alluring and with plenty bleft. Be fam'd for love, and gentlest love alone; No more she shopherds' whit’ning tents appear, Or wreathe, like Abbas, full of fair renown,
Nor the kind produěts of a bounteous year; The lover's myrtle with the warrior's crown.
No more the date, with snowy blossoms crowad; • O happy days !' the maids around her say ;
But Ruin spreads her baleful fires around. O hatte, profule of blesingy, hafte away ! • Be ev'ry vouch like roval Abbas mov'd, • Andev'ry Georgian maid like Abra ford!' In vain Circaília boasts her spicy groves, ECLOGUE
For ever fam'd for pure and happy loves :
In vain the boaits her fairest of the fair,
Their eyes' blue languilh, and their golden hair.
Thote eyes in tears their fruitles grict inut lind; IN fair Circatlia, where, to love inclina, Those hairs the Tartar's cruel hand thall rend. Each swain was bleft, for ev'ry maid was kind; At that ftill hour when awful midnight reigns, And none but wretches haunt the twilight plains;
Ye Georgian fwains, that piteous &carn frorr far What time the moon had hung her lamp on high, Circaslia's ruin, and the waste of was. ; And pass’d in radiance thro' the cloudleis sky;
Some weightier arms than crooks and staffs free Sad o'er thc dew's two brother thepherds fied,
pare, Where 'wild'ring fear and desp'rate forrow lcd: To fhield your harvest, and defend your fais: Fast as tbcy prets'd their fight, behind them lay The Turk and Tartar like deligns pursue, Wide ravag'd plains, and valieys stole away.
Fix'd to detiroy, and focadfast to undo. Along the mountain's bending side they ran;
Wild as his land, in native deferts bred,
By luft incited, or by malice led,
Oft marks with blood and wasting flames the way, Oh stay thee, Agib ; for my feet deny,
Yet none fo cruel as the Tartar foe, No longer friendly to my life, to'Ay.
To death inur'd, and nurs'd in scenes of woe. Friend of my hcart, oh turn thee, and furrey, Trace our fad flight thro' all its length of way!
He said; when loud along the vale was heard And first review that long-extended plain,
A Thriller Thrick, and nearer fires appear'd: And yon wide groves, already pass'd with pain!
Th' aftrighted shepherds, thro' the dews of night, Yon ragged cliff, whose dang’rous path we tried ! Widu o'er the moon-lighthills renew'd their fig.. And, lait, this lofty mountain's weary'fide !
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" Thines unattempted yet in proces ar rhyasi" Suill as I haftc, the Tartar thouts behind, And thricks and forrow's load the fadd ging wind; HAPPY the man, to, void of cares and firife, In rage of heart, with ruin in his hand,
In filken or in leathern purse retains He blasts our harvests, and deforms our land. A fplendid shilling. He nor hears with pain Yon cirron grove, whence first in fear we came, New ov fters cried, nor tighs for checrhril ale: Drops its fair honours to the conquering flame; But with his friends, when nightly mitts are,
Scene, a Moustain, in Circada. ---Time, Midnight,
Sing, heavenly Mure!
A Shilling, Preeches, and Chimeras dire.
To Juniper's Magpye, or Town Hall **, repairs; (This caitiff eyes your steps aloof; and oft
With his unhallow'd touch. So (poets fing)
Sure ruin. So her disembowell'd web With scanty offals, and small acid tiff,
Arachne in a hall or kitchen spreads,
Within her woven cell; the humming prey,
And butterfly, proud of expanded wings
She tow'ring Aics to her expected spoils; O'er many a craggy hill and barren cliff, Then with envenom'd jaws the vical blood Upon a cargo of fam'd Ceftrian checle,
Drinks of reluctant foes, and to her cave High overshadowing rides, with a design Their bulky carcases triumphant drags. To verd his wares, or at th' Arvonian mart, So pass my days. But when nocturnal shades Or Maridunum, or the ancient town
This world envelop, and th' inclement air Yclep'd Brcchinia, or where Vaga's stream Persuades men to repel benumbing frosts Encircles Ariconium, fruitful toil!
With pleasant wines, and crackling blaze of wood; Whence flow nectareous wines, that well may vie Me, lonely fitting, nor the glimmering light With Mallic, Serin, or renown'd Falcrn. Of make-weight candle, nor the joyous talk
Thus, while my jovlefs minutes tedious flow, Of loving friends, delights; distress'd, forlorn, With looks demure, and filent pace, a Dun, Amidst the horrors of the tedious night, Horrible monster! hated by gods and men, Darkling I figh, and feed with dismal thoughts To my aërial citadilafcends :
My anxious mind; or sometimes mournful verse With vocal hecl 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 ncar a purling stream, The voice ill-boding, and the folemn found. Or lover pendent on a willow-tree. What should I do? or whither turn? Amaz’d, Meanwhile 1 labour with eternal drought, Confounded, to the dark recess I fy
And restless with, and rave; my parched throat Of wood-hole; straight my. bristling hairs erect Finds no relief, nor heavy eyes repose : Thro' sudden fear; a chilly sweat bedews But if a llumber 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 specch; 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 conick beard, In vain : awake, I find the settled thirst And spreading band, admir'd by modern faints, Still gnawing, and the pleasant phan om curses Disastrous acts forebode; in his right hand Thus do I live, from pleasure quite debarrid, Long scrolls of paper folemnly he waves, Nor taste the fruits that the sun's genial rays With characters and figures dire infcrib’ć, 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, [ftalks A Mictions great! yet greater still remain : Sullen of afpcci, by the vulgar callid
My galligaskins, that have long with food A Catchpole, whosc polluted hands the gods The winter's fury, and encroaching frosts, With force incredible, and magic charms, By time subdued (what will not time subdus?) Erst have endued ; if he his amplo palım
horrid charm disclose, with orifice Should haply on ill-fated shoulder lay
Wide, discontinuous ; at which the winds, Of debtor, itraight his body, in the touch Eurus and Juster, and the dreadful force Obfequious (as whilom knights were wont), Of Borcas, that congeals the Cronian waves, To some enchanted castle is convey'd,
Tumultuous enter with dire chilling blast;, Where gates impregnable, and coercive chains, Portending agues. Thus a well-fraught thip, In durance strict detain him; till, in forin Long tail'd secure, or thro' th' Ægean deep, Of money, Pallas fets the captive free.
Or the lonian, tiil cruisng near
* Two nosed alehouses in Orford, 1709.
She strikes rebounding; whenoe the shatter'd oak The troubled mind's fantastic dress,
Which madness titles Happiness ;
Far from thy couch seducing Love.
And thou fánd treach'rous phantoms rise ;
Where Guilt in Beauty's ray beguiles, $ 100. An Epijile to a Lady. MGENT.
And Ruin lurks in Friendship's imiles.
Lo! where th'enchanting captive dreams
Of warbling groves and purling freams; Who, with the warinest wishes fraught, Of painted meads, of flow'rs that thed Feels all, at least, that friendship ougle! Their odours round her fragrant bed. But since, by ruling Heaven's dehgn,
Quick shifts the scene, the charm is loft, Another's fate Thail influence thine;
She wakes upon a desert coast; Oh may those 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 roamn,
Expos'd to ev'ry chilling blaft, But woman must be bleft at home ;
She treads th' in hospitable waste; To this thould all her studies tend,
And down the drear decline of life This her gicat object and her end.
Sinks a forlorn, dishonour'd wife. Diftaste unmingled pleasures bring,
Neglect not thou the voice of Fame, And use can blunt Afliction's sting;
Bit, clear from crime, be free from blame! Hence perfect bliss no mortals know,
Tho' all were innocence within, And few are plung'd in uttcr woe :
'Tis guilt to wear the garb of fin; While Nature, arm'd against Despair,
Virtue rojects the foul disguife :
The world will vindicate their cause,
Safer with multitudes to stray, Because you think you merit more!
Than tread alone a fairer way : Bliss erer differs in degree,
To mingle with the erring throng, 'Thy Thare alone is meant for thee;
Than boldly speak ton millions wrong, And thou thouldlt think, howerer small,
Beware of the relentless train That Mare enough, for 'tis thy all :
Wiro forins adore, whom forms maintain ! Vain scorn will aggravate distress,
Leli prudes demure, or coxcoinbs loud, And only make that little lefs.
Accule thee to the partial crowd; Admit whatever trilles come;
Foes who the laws of honour flight, Units compose the largest sum :
A judge who measures guilt by spite. Oh tell them o'er, and say how vain
Behold the fage Aurelia stand, fire those who form Ambition's train;
Disgrace and fame at her command;
So!e arbiter of all her kind.
Ry rules devis'd! in ancient Greece ;
She tells what Paris thinks polite: And, with bith Fancy's pencil wrought, For much, her talents to advance, Spreads the white web of flowing thought; She studied Greece, and travellid France; Shines lovely in the cheerful face,
There Icarn’d the happy art to please And clothes each charm with native grace; With all the charms of labour'd case; Effufion pure of bliis fincere,
Thro' looks and nods, with meaning fraught, A vestment for a god to wear.
To tcach what she was never taught.
By her cach latent spring is fecn;