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SIR WILLIAM JONES. : .
1746 - 1794.
A man of virtues, talents, and accomplishments, to which
he owed his advancement in the world : his life has lately been given to the publick by Lord Teignmouth ; and it affords a rare and useful example of the power of industry, cumbined with genius.
AN ARABIAN ECLOGUE; ..
Written in the year 1768.'
The fragrant hyacinths of Azza's hair,
bloom, And lips, from which the Zephyr steals per
fume; Invite no more the wild, unpolish'd lay, But fly like dreams before the morning ray. . Then farewell, love ! and farewell, youthful fires A nobler warmth my kindled breast inspires. Far bolder notes the listening wood shall fill: Flow smooth, ye rivulets, and ye gales be still.
... bon der See yon fair groves that o'er Amana rise, And with their spicy breath embalm the skies ; Where every breeze sheds incense o'er the
vales, And every shrub the scent of musk exhales ! See through yon opening glade a glittering scene, Lawns ever gåy; and meadows ever green! Then ask the groves and ask the vocal bowers, Who deck’d their spiry tops with blooming
flowers, Taught the blue stream o'er sandy vales to flow, And the brown wild with liveliest hues to glow?
Fair* Soliina! the hills and dales will sing;
* It was not easy in this part of the translation to avoid a turn similar to that of Pope, in the known description of the Man of Ross.
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Come to these groves, and these life-breathing
glades, Ye friendless orphans, and ye dowerless maids ! With eager haste your mournful mansions leave, Ye weak, that tremble, and ye sick that grieve ; Here shall soft tents, o'er flowery lawns dis
play'd, At night defend you, and at noon o'ershade ; Here rosy health the sweets of life will shower, And new delights beguile each varied hour. Mourns there a widow, bathed in streaming
Which, as it drops, some soft-eyed angel bears
When, chill’d with fear, the trembling pilgrim
roves Through pathless deserts, and through tangled
groves, Where inaniling darkness spreads her dragon wing, And birds of death their fatal dirges sing, While vapours pale a dreadful glimmering cast, And thrilling horror howls in every blast; She cheers his gloom with streams of bursting
light, . By day a sun, a beaming moon by night; Darts through the quivering shades her heavenly
ray, And spreads with rising flowers his solitary way.
Ye heavens, for this, in showers of sweetness shed Your mildest influence o'er her favour'd head!. Long may her name, which distant climes shall
praise, Live in our notes, and blossom in our lays ! And, like an odorous plant, whose blushing flower Paints every dale, and sweetens every bower,