Admits the sea ; in at the gaping side The crowding waves gush with impetuous rage, Resistless, overwhelming; horrors seize The mariners; death in their eyes appears, They stare, they lave, they pump, they swear, they pray : (Vain efforts!) still the battering waves rush in, Implacable, till, delug'd by the foam, The ship sinks foundering in the vast abyss. WILLIAM WALSH. Abberley, Worcestershire, 1663-about 1709. The friend of Dryden and of Pope, who repaid his friendship by more praise than his writings deserve, but probably not more than he was entitled to by his talents. The Despairing Lover. DISTRACTED with care Since nothing could move her, Poor Damon, her lover, Resolves in despair, No longer to languish, Nor bear so much anguish ; 'But, mad with his love, To a precipice goes. Where a leap from above Would soon finish his woes. When in rage he came there, Beholding how steep The sides did appear, And the bottom how deep; His torments projecting, And sadly reflecting, That a lover forsaken A new love may get, But a neck when once broken Can never be set; And, that he could die Whenever he would, But, that he could live He scorn'd to endeavour To finish it so. But bold, unconcern'd At thoughts of the pain, He calmly return'd To his cottage again. SONG. Or all the torments, all the cares, Sylvia, for all the pangs you see I can endure my own despair, Horace, Ode III. Book III. Imitated, 1705. I. THE man that's resolute and just, Nor hopes nor fears can blind : II. Not parties for revenge engaged, Not thunder pointed at his head; The shatter'd world may strike him dead, Not touch his soul with fear. III. From this the Grecian glory rose; By this the Romans awed their foes: Of this their poets sung. These were the paths their heroes trod, These acts made Hercules a god; And great Nassau a king. |