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, combined with genius. SOLIMA, AN ARABIAN ECLOGUE; Written in the year 1768. YE maids of Aden, hear a loftier tale Than e'er was sung in meadow, bower, or dale. Where beauty plays, and love in slumber lies; VOL. III. CC The fragrant hyacinths of Azza's hair, And lips, from which the Zephyr steals perfume; Invite no more the wild, unpolish'd lay, See yon fair groves that o'er Amana rise, And every shrub the scent of musk exhales! flowers, Taught the blue stream o'er sandy vales to flow, And the brown wild with liveliest hues to glow? Fair Solima! the hills and dales will sing; But not with idle shows of vain delight, east; Ah! not for this she taught those bowers to rise, To warm the traveller numb'd with winter's coll; The young to cherish, to support the old ; These are her cares, and this her glorious task; *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. 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 display'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. tears? Stoops there a sire beneath the weight of years? And as they mourn, she steals a tender sigl, 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 mantling 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 Live in our notes, and blossom in our lays! |