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Aul. Did. The morn doth hasten our departure, Prepare thee, king, to go: a fav’ring gale Now swells our sails. Car.
Inhuman, that thou art ! Dost thou deny a moment for a father To shed a few warm tears o'er his dead son? I tell thee, chief, this act might claim a life, To do it duly; even a longer life, Than sorrow ever suffer'd. Cruel man! And thou deniest me moments. Be it so. I know you Romans weep not for your children; Ye triuniph o'er your tears, and think it valour; I triumph in my tears. Yes, best-lov'd boy, Yes, I can weep, can fall upon thy corse, And I can tear my hairs, these few grey hairs, The only honours war and age hath left mé. Ah son! thou might'st have rul'd o'er many nations, As did thy royal ancestry: but I, Rash that I was, ne’er knew the golden curb Discretion hangs on brav'ry: else perchance These men, that fasten fetters on thy father, Had sued to him for peace, and claim'd his friend
ship. Aul. Did. But thou wast still implacable to Rome, And scorn'd her friendship. Car. (starting up from the body.) Soldier, I had
arms, Had neighing steeds to whirl my iron cars, Had wealth, dominion. Dost thou wonder, Roman, I fought to save them? What if Cæsar aims,
To lord it universal o'er the world,
Thank thy gods, I did not. Had it been so, the glory of thy master, Like my misfortunes, had been short and trivial, Oblivion's ready prey: now, after struggling Nine years, and that right bravely 'gainst a tyrant, I am his slave to treat as seems him good; If cruelly, 'twill be an easy task To bow a wretch, alas ! how bow'd already! Down to the dust: if well, his clemency, When trick'd and varnish'd by your glossing penmen, Will shine in honour's annals, and adorn Himself; it boots not me. Look there, look there ! The slave that shot that dart kill'd ev'ry hope Of lost Caractacus! Arise, my daughter; Alas! poor prince, art thou too in vile fetters ?
[T, ELIDURUS. Come hither, youth: be thou to me a son, To her a brother. Thus with trembling arms I lead you forth; children, we go to Rome. Weep'st thou, my girl? I prithee hoard thy tears For the sad meeting of thy captive mother: For we have much to tell her, much to say Of these good men, who nurtur'd us in Mona; Much of the fraud and malice, that pursu'd us ; Much of her son, who pour'd his precious blood
To save his sire and sister: think'st thou, maid,
EPITAPH ON MRS. MASON,
IN THE CATHEDRAL OF BRISTOL.
TAKE, bohat best sii bore with a to tas
Take, holy earth! all that my soul holds dear:
Take that best gift which Heav'n so lately gave : To Bristol's fount I bore with trembling care
Her faded form; she bow'd to taste the wave, And died. Does youth, does beauty, read the line?
Does sympathetic fear their breasts alarm? Speak, dead Maria ! breathe a strain divine:
Ev'n from the grave thou shalt have power to : : charm. Bid them be chaste, be innocent, like thee;
Bid them in duty's sphere as meekly move; And if so fair, from vanity as free;
As firm in friendship, and as fond in love. Tell them, though 'tis an awful thing to die,
('Twas ev'n to thee) yet the dread path once trod, Heav'n lifts its everlasting portals high,
And bids “the pure in heart behold their God."
AN HEROIC EPISTLE'
SIR WILLIAM CHAMBERS, KNIGHT,
COMPTROLLER GENERAL OF HIS MAJESTY'S WORKS, AND
AUTHOR OF A LATE DISSERTATION ON ORIENTAL GARDENING.-ENRICHED WITH EXPLANATORY NOTES, CHIEFLY EXTRACTED FROM THAT ELABORATE PERFORMANCE.'
Knight of the polar star! by fortune plac'd
1 This poem was first published in May 1773.
* Cynosure, an affected phrase. “Cynosura is the constellation of Ursa Minor, or the Lesser Bear, the next star to the pole.” Dr. Newton, on the word in Milton.
3 « Many trees, shrubs and flowers,” sayeth Li-Tsong, a Chinese author of great antiquity, " thrive best in low, moist situations ; many on hills and mountains; some require a rich soil; but others will grow on clay, in sand, or even upon rocks, and in the water : to some a sunny exposition is necessary; but for others the shade is preferable. There are plants which thrive best in exposed situations, but in general, shelter is requisite. The skilful gardener, to whom study and experience have taught these qualities, carefully attends to them in his operations; knowing that thereun
Like thee to scorn dame Nature's simple fence;
depend the health and growth of his plants; and consequently the beauty of his plantations.” Vide Diss. p. 77. The reader, 1 presume, will readily allow, that he never met with so much recondite truth, as this ancient Chinese here exhibits.
1 Vide (if it be extant) a poem under this title, for which (or for the publication of lord Bolingbroke's philosophical writings)