* The Gulf of that name, famous for the pearl-fishery.

Weak and unfelt as thefe rejected fighs! "Safe o'er the wild, no perils mayft thou fee; "No griefs endure; nor weep, false youth, like

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O let me fafely to the fair return,

Say, with a kifs, the must not, fhall not mourn! 'Olet me teach my heart to lofe its fears, Recall'd by Wildom's voice, and Zara's tears !' He faid; and call'd on Heaven to bless the day When back to Schiraz' walls he bent his way.

ECLOGUE III.

Abra; or, the Georgian Sultana:

Scene, a Forest.--Time, the Evening.

IN Georgia's land, where Tefflis' tow'rs are seen
In diftant view along the level green;
While evening dews enrich the glitt'ring glade,
And the tall forcfts caft a longer fhade;
What time 'tis fweet o'er fields of rice to ftray,
Or fcent the breathing maize at setting day;
Amidst the maids of Zagen's peaceful grove,
Emyra fung the pleafing cares of love.

Of Abra firft began the tender ftrain,
Who led her youth with flocks upon the plain;
At morn the came, thofe willing flocks to lead,
of Where lilies rear them in the wat'ry mead:

That thefe flowers are found in very great abundance in fome of the provincs of Perfia, fee the Modern Hiftory of the ingenious Mr. Salmon.

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And leave to ruffian bands their fleecy care.

SECANDER.

And oft as Spring renew'd the plains with flow'rs, Far fly the fwains, like us, in deep despair;
Breath'd his foft gales, and led the fragrant hours;
With fure return the fought the fylvan scene,
The breezy mountains, and the forefts green.
Her maids around her mov'd, a duteous band!
Each bore a crook all-rural in in her hand:
Some fimple lay of flocks and herds they fung;
With joy the mountain and the foreft rung.

Be ev'ry youth like royal Abbas mov'd,

And ev'ry Georgian maid like Abra lov'd!'
And oft the royal lover left the care
And thorns of state, attendant on the fair;
Oft to the fhades and low-roof'd cots retir'd,
Or fought the vale where firft his heart was fir'd
A ruffet mantle, like a fwain, he wore;
And thought of crowns and bufy courts no more.
Be ev'ry youth like royal Abbas mov'd,
And ev'ry Georgian maid like Abra lov'd!'
Bleft was the life that royal Abbas led :
Sweet was his love, and innocent his bed.
What if in wealth the noble maid excel;
The fimple thepherd girl can love as well.
Let thole who rule on Perfia's jewell'd throne
Be fam'd for love, and gentleft love alone;
Or wreathe, like Abbas, full of fair renown,
The lover's myrtle with the warrior's crown.
O happy days!' the maids around her fay;
O hatte, profufe of bleffings, hafte away!
Be ev'ry youth like royal Abbas mov'd,
And ev'ry Georgian maid like Abra lov'd!'
ECLOGUE

IV.

Agib and Secander; or, the Fugitives.

Scene, a Mountain, in Circadia.---Time, Midnight.

IN fair Circaffia, where, to love inclin'd, Each fwain was bleft, for ev'ry maid was kind; At that still hour when awful midnight reigns, And none but wretches haunt the twilight plains; What time the moon had hung her lamp on high, And pafs'd in radiance thro' the cloudleis fky; Sad o'er the dews two brother fhepherds fled, Where 'wild'ring fear and defp'rate forrow led: Faft as they prefs'd their flight, behind them Wide ravag'd plains, and valleys ftole away. Along the mountain's bending fide they ran; Till, faint and weak, Secander thus began:

SECANDER.

Unhappy land! whofe bleffings tempt the fwerd.
In vain, unheard, thou call ft thy Perĥan lord!
In vain thou court'ft him, helpless, to thine a
To fhield the fhepherd, and protect the maid!
Far off, in thoughtlefs indolence refign'd,
Soft dreams of love and pleafure footh his mind.
Midft fair fultanas loft in idle joy,

No wars alarm him, and no fears annoy.

A GIB.

Yet thefe green hills, in fummer's fultry het,
Have lent the monarch oft a cool retreat.
Sweet to the fight is Zabra's flow'ry plain,
And once by maids and shepherds lov'd in vain'
No more the virgins thall delight to rove
By Sargis' banks, or Irwan's thady grove;
On Tarkic's mountain catch the cooling gale,
Or breathe the sweets of Aly's flow`ry vale;
Fair fcenes! but, ah! no more with peace po
With eale alluring and with plenty bleft.
No more the fhepherds' whit'ning tents appear,
Nor the kind products of a bounteous year;
No more the date, with fnowy blossoms crown'ċ;
But Ruin fpreads her baleful fires around.

SEC ANDER.

In vain Circaília boafts her spicy groves,
For ever fam'd for pure and happy loves:
In vain the boafts her fairest of the fair,
Their eyes' blue languish, and their golden hai.
Thote eyes in tears their fruitless grief must find;
Thofe hairs the Tartar's cruel hand fhall rend.

AGIB.

Ye Georgian fwains, that piteous learn from fr
Circaflia's ruin, and the wafte of war;
Some weightier arms than crooks and staffs pre-
pare,

To fhield your harveft, and defend your fair :
layThe Turk and Tartar like defigns purfue,
Fix'd to deftroy, and feadfast to unde.
Wild as his land, in native deferts bred,
By luft incited, or by malice led,
The villain Arab, as he prowls for prey,
Oft marks with blood and wafting flames the way;
Yet none fo cruel as the Tartar foe,
To death inur'd, and nurs'd in fcenes of woe.

Oh ftay thee, Agib; for my feet deny,
No longer friendly to my life, to fly.
Friend of my heart, oh turn thee, and furvey,
Trace our fad flight thro' all its length of way!
And first review that long-extended plain,"
And yon wide groves, already pafs'd with pain
Yon ragged cliff, whofe dang'rous path we tried!
And, laft, this lofty mountain's weary fide!

AGIB.

Weak as thou art, yet hapless must thou know
The toils of flight, or fome feverer woc !
Still as I hafte, the Tartar fhouts behind,

And thricks and forrows load the fadd ning wind;
In rage of heart, with ruin in his hand,
He blafts our harvests, and deforms our land.
Yon citron grove, whence first in fear we came,
Drops its fair honours to the conquering flame;

He faid; when loud along the vale was heard
A fhriller fhrick, and nearer fires appear'd:
Th' affrighted fhepherds, thro' the dews of night,
Wide o'er the moon-light hills renew'd their flight.

99. The Splendid Spilling. J. PHILLIPS,

Sing, heavenly Mufe!

"Things unattempted yet in profe or rhyme;"
A Shilling, Breeches, and Chimeras die.

HAPPY the man, who, void of cares and ftrife,

In filken or in leathern purse retains
A fplendid fhilling. He nor hears with pain
New ovfters cried, nor fighs for cheerful ale:
But with his friends, when nightly mifts arife,

To Juniper's Magpye, or Town Hall, repairs;
Where, mindful of the nymph whofe wanton eye
Transfix'd his foul, and kindled amorous flames,
Chloe or Phillis, he each circling glafs
Witheth her health, and joy, and equal love.
Meanwhile he finokes, and laughs at merry tale,
Or pun ambiguous, or conundrum quaint.
But I, whom griping penury furrounds,
And hunger, fure attendant upon want,
With fcanty offals, and fmall acid tiff,
(Wretched repaft!) my neagre corse sustain :
Then folitary walk, or doze at home
In garret vile, and with a warming puff
Regale chill'd fingers; or, from tube as black
As winter chimney, or well-polish'd jet,
Exhale mundungus, ill-perfuming fcent;
Not blacker tube, nor of a fhorter fize,
Smokes Cambro-Briton (vers'd in pedigree,
Sprung from Cadwallader and Arthur, kings
Full famous in romantic tale) when he
O'er many a craggy hill and barren cliff,
Upon a cargo of fam'd Ceftrian cheefe,
High overthadowing rides, with a design
To vend his wares, or at th' Arvonian mart,
Or Maridunum, or the ancient town
Yelep'd Brechinia, or where Vaga's stream
Encircles Ariconium, fruitful foil!
Whence flow nectareous wines, that well may vie
With Maffic, Setin, or renown'd Falern.

Thus, while my joylefs minutes tedious flow,
With looks demure, and filent pace, a Dun,
Horrible monfter! hated by gods and men,
To my aerial citadel afcends?

With vocal heel thrice thund'ring at my gate,
With hideous accent thrice he calls; I know
The voice ill-boding, and the folemn found.
What should I do? or whither turn? Amaz'd,
- Confounded, to the dark recefs 1 fy

Of wood-hole; ftraight my briftling hairs erect
Thro' fudden fear; a chilly sweat bedews
My fhudd'ring limbs, and (wonderful to tell!)
My tongue forgets her faculty of speech;

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So horrible he feems! His faded brow
Entrench'd with many a frown, and conick þeard,
And fpreading band, admir'd by modern faints,
Difaftrous acts forebode; in his right hand
Long ferolls of paper folemnly he waves,
With characters and figures dire infcrib'ċ,
Grievous to mortal eyes (ye gods, avert
Such plagues from righteous men!). Behind him
Another monfter, not unlike himself,
Sullen of afpect, by the vulgar call'd
A Catchpole, whofe polluted hands the gods
With force incredible, and magic charms,
Erft have endued; if he his ample palm
Should haply on ill-fated fhoulder lay
Of debtor, ftraight his body, to the touch
Obfequious (as whilom knights were wont),
To some enchanted castle is convey'd,
Where gates impregnable, and coercive chains,
In durance ftrict detain him; till, in form
Of money, Pallas fets the captive free.

This caitiff eyes your fteps aloof; and oft
Lies perdue in a nook or gloomy cave,
Prompt to enchant fome inadvertent wretch
With his unhallow'd touch. So (poets fing)
Grimalkin, to domeftic vermin fworn
An everlasting foe, with watchful eye
Lies nightly brooding o'er a chinky gap,
Protending her fell claws, to thoughtless mice
Sure ruin. So her difembowell'd web
Arachne in a hall or kitchen spreads,
Obvious to vagrant flies: fhe fecret stands
Within her woven cell; the humming prey,
Regardless of their fate, rush on the toils
Inextricable, nor will aught avail

Their arts, or arms, or shapes of lovely hue;
The wafp infidious, and the buzzing drone,
And butterfly, proud of expanded wings
Diftinct with gold, entangled in her fnares,
Ufelefs refiftance make: with eager ftrides,
She tow'ring flies to her expected fpoils;
Then with envenom'd jaws the vital blood
Drinks of reluctant foes, and to her cave
Their bulky carcafes triumphant drags.

So pafs my days. But when nocturnal shades
This world envelop, and th' inclement air
Perfuades men to repel benumbing frofts
With pleasant wines, and crackling blaze of wood;
Me, lonely fitting, nor the glimmering light
Of make-weight candle, nor the joyous talk
Of loving friends, delights; diftrefs'd, forlorn,
Amidst the horrors of the tedious night,
Darkling I figh, and feed with difmal thoughts
My anxious mind; or fometimes mournful verfe
Indite, and fing of groves and myrtle fhades,
Or defp'rate lady near a purling ftream,
Or lover pendent on a willow-tree.
Meanwhile I labour with eternal drought,
And reftlefs with, and rave; my parched throat
Finds no relief, nor heavy eyes repose:
But if a flumber haply does invade
My weary limbs, my fancy 's ftill awake,
Thoughtful of drink, and eager, in a dream,
Tipples imaginary pots of ale,

In vain : awake, I find the settled thirst
Still gnawing, and the pleasant phan om curfer
Thus do I live, from pleasure quite debarr'd,
Nor tafte the fruits that the fun's genial rays
Mature-john-apple, nor the downy peach,
Nor walnut in rough-furrow'd coat fecure,
Nor medlar fruit delicious in decay.
Afflictions great! yet greater still remain :
My galligafkins, that have long with food
The winter's fury, and encroaching frofts,
By time fubdued (what will not time fubdue ?>
A horrid chafm difclofe, with orifice
Wide, difcontinuous; at which the winds,
Eurus and Aufter, and the dreadful force
Of Borcas, that congeals the Cronian waves,
Tumultuous enter with dire chilling blaft,,
Portending agues. Thus a well-fraught ship,
Long fail'd fecure, or thro' th' gean deep,
Or the Ionian, till cruising near
The Lilybean fhore, with hideous crufh
On Scylla or Charybdis (dang'rous rocks)
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The crewding waves guth with impetuous rage, The pale remains of fighs and tears;
Refiflefs, overwhelming! Horrors feize
The mariners; death in their eyes appears;
They ftare, they rave, they pump, they fwear,
they pray

(Vain efforts!) ftill the batt'ring waves rufh in,
Implacable; till, delug'd by the foam,
The fhip finks found'ring in the vast abyss.