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The traveller a miry country fees,
And journies sad beneath the dropping trees.
Like fome deluded peasant, Merlin leads
Thro' fragrant bow'rs, and through delicious meads ;
While here enchanted gardens to him rise,
And airy fabricks there attract his eyes,
His wand'ring feet the magic paths pursue ;
And, while he thinks the fair illusion true,
The trackless scenes disperse in fluid air,
And woods and wilds, and thorny ways appear .
A tedious road the weary wretch returns,
And as he goes, the transient vifion mourns.
On the Friendship betwixt SACHARISSA and
ELL me, lovely loving pair!
Why so kind, and so severe ? Why so careless of our care,
Only to yourselves so dear?
Are so lovely, sweet, and fair,
Or do more ennoble love; Are fo choicely match'd a pair,
Or with more consent do move.
THAT which her slender wait confin’d,
HAT which her slender waist confin'd,
Shall now my joyful temples bind :
No monarch but would give his crown,
His arms might do what this has done.
It was my heav'n's extremelt sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer : My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move !
A narrow compass ! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair : Give me but what this ribbon bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round.
SELIM; OR, THE SHEPHERD'S MORAL.
SCENE, A VALLEY NEAR BAGDAT.
E Persian maids, attend your poet's lays,
And hear how shepherds pass their golden days.
Not all are bleft, whom fortune's hand sustains
With wealth in courts, nor all that haunt the plains :
Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell;
Tis virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell.
Thus Selim sung, by facred truth inspir'd;
Nor praise, but such as truth bestow'd, defir'd:
Wife in himself, his meaning songs convey'd
Informing morals to the shepherd maid ;
Or taught the swains that surest bliss to find,
What groves nor streams bestow, a virtuous mind,
When sweet and blushing, like a virgin bride,
The radiant morn resum’d her orient pride,
When wanton gales along the valleys play,
Breathe on each flower, and bear their sweets away;
By Tigris' wandering waves he sat, and sung
This useful lesson for the fair and young.
Ye Persian dames, he said, to you belong,
Well may they please, the morals of my song :
No fairer maids, I trust, than you are found,
Grac'd with soft arts, the peopled world around!
The morn that lights you, to your loves supplies
Each gentler ray delicious to your eyes:
For you those flowers her fragrant hands bestow,
And yours the love that kings delight to know.
Yet think not these, all beauteous as they are,
The belt kind blessings heaven can grant the fair!
Who trust alone in beauty's feeble ray,
Boast but the worth Bassora's pearls display;
Drawn from the deep we own their surface bright,
But, dark within, they drink no lustrous light:
Such are the maids, and such the charms they boast,
By sense unaided, or to virtue loft.
Self-flattering sex! your hearts believe in vain
That love shall blind, when once he fires the fivain
Or hope a lover by your faults to win,
As spots on ermin beautify the kin:
Who seeks fecure to rule, be first her care
Each softer virtue that adorns the fair ;
Each tender paffion man delights to find,
The lov'd perfetions of a female mind!
Bleft were the days, when Wisdom held her reign, And shepherds fought her on the silent plain ;