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Lord Servey. Fain would he call my vagrant lord again,
But I the kind embassador restrain;
I scorn to let another take my part,
And to myself will owe or lose thy heart.
Can nothing e'er rekindle love in thee?
Can nothing e'er extinguish it in me?
That I could tear thee from this injur'd breaft!
And where you gave my person, give the rest,
At once to grant and punish thy request.
That I could place thy worthy rival there!
No fecond infult need my fondnels fear;
He views not Flora with her Pompey's eyes,
He loves like me, he doats, despairs, and dies.
Come to my arms, thou dear, deserving youth!
Thou prodigy of man! thou man with truth!
For him, I will redouble every care,
To please, for him, these faded charms repair;
To crown his vows, and sharpen thy despair.
Oh! 'tis illusion all! and idle rage!
No second passion can this heart engage;
And shortly, Pompey, shall thy Flora prove,
Death may dissolve, but nothing change her love.
Die in folgender, mit vieler Warme und lebhafter Ems pfindung geschriebenen, Heroide zum Grunde liegende Ges schichte ist aus dem eilften Stücke des Spectator, und der Gellertschen Erz&hlung bekannt genug. Jener nahm sie aus Ligon's Nachrichten von Barbados. Man muß sich die unglückliche Hariko, da sie diesen Brief an Inkle schrieb, schon von ihm, aus unverantwortlichem Eigenuuk, perra: then und verkauft denken.
ITH falsehood lurking in thy lordid breast, ,
And perj’ry's seal upon thy heart impreft,
Dar'st thou, o Christian! brave the founding wag
The treach'rous whirlwinds, and untrophied gra.
Regardless of my woes securely go,
No curse-fraught accents from these lips shall
My fondest wish shall catch thy flying fail,
Attend thy course, and urge the fav'ring gale:
May ev'ry bliss thy God confers be thine,
And all thy share of woe compris'd in mine.
: One humble boon is all I now implore,
Allow these feet to print their kindred shore:
Give me, o Albion's son, again to roam
For thee deserted my delightful home:
To view the groves that deck my native scene,
The limpid stream, that graceful glides between:
Retrieve the fame I spurn'd at Love's decree,
Ascend the throne which I forsook for thee:
Jerningham. Approach the bow'r (why starts, th’ unbidden
Where once thy YARICO to thee was dear.
The scenes the hand of time has thrown bes
hind, Return impetuous to my busy mind : What hostile veel quits the roaring 'tide To harbour here its tempest - beaten fide ? , Behold the beach receives the ship - wreck'd
Oh mark their strange attire and pallid hue! ,, Are there the Christians, reftļess fons of pride, „By av'rice nurtur'd, to deceit allied ?
Who tread with cunning step the maze of art,
„And mask.with placid looks a canker'd heart?
Yet note, fuperior to the num'rous throng,
(Ev'n as the citron humbler plants among)
That youth! - Lo! beauty on "his graceful
„With nameless charms bids ev'ry feature glow,
Ah! leave, fair stranger, this unfocial ground, Where danger broods, and fury stalks around: ,,Behold thy foes advance — my steps pursue
To where I'll screen thee from their fatal view: „ He comes, he comes! th' ambrosial feast prepare, The fig, the palm - juice, nor th' anâna Ipare: In spacious canisters nor fail to bring „The scented foliage of the blushing Ipring:
Ye graceful handmaids, dress the roseate bow'r, And hail with music this auspicious hour; „Ah no! forbear - be ev'ry lyre unstrung, ,, More pleasing mufic warbles from his tongue; „Yet, utter not to me the lover's vow, ,,All, all is thine that friendship can bestow : „Our laws, my station, check the guilty flame, Why was I born, ye powers, a Nubian dame? Yet lee around at Love's enchanting call, Stern laws fub nit, and vain distinctions fall: , And mortals then enjoy life's transient day,
When smit with passion they indulge the (way:
Yes! crownd with bliss we'll roam the conscious Jerningham.
grove, And drink long draughts of unexhausted love: „Nor joys alone, thy dangers too l'll share,
With thee the menace of the waves I'll dare: ,,In vain – for Imiles his brow deep frowns intola
ve, The facred ties of gratitude dissolve,
See Faith distracted rends her comely hair, „His fading vows while tainted zephyrs bear!
Oh thou, before whose seraph -guarded thro
The Christians bow and other Gods disown,
If wrapt in darkness thou deny'st thy ray, 7
And throud'st from Nubia thy celestial day!
Indulge this fervent pray'r to thee address d,
Indulge, tho' utter'd from a fable breast:
May gath'ring stormes eclipse the chearful skies,
And mad'ning turies from thy helt arise:
With glaring torches meet his impious brow,
And drag him howling to the gulf below!
Ah no! – May heav'n's bright messengers descend,
Obey his call, his ev'ry wish attend
Still o'er his form their hoy'ring wings display!
If he be bleft, these pangs admit allay ::
Me still her mark let angry fortune deem,
So thou may't walk beneath her cloudless beam, i
Yet oft to my wrapt ear didst thou repeat,
That I suffic'd to frame thy blifs compleat.
For Love's pure flame I took thy transient fires:
We fondly credit what the heart desires.
I hop'd, alas! to breathe thy native air,
And vie in splendor with the British fair:
Ascend the speedy car enchas'd with gold,
With robes of filk this pearl - deck'd form infold:
Bid on this petty hand the diamond glow,
And chofen rubies Sparkle from my brow.
Deluded sex! the dupes of man decreed,
We, splendid victims, at his altar bleede
Verningham. The grateful accents of thy candy'd tongue,
Where artful flatt'ry too persuasive hung,
Like fow'rs adorn'd the path to my disgrace,
And bade destruction wear a smiling face.
Yet form'd by Nature in her choicest mould,
While on thy cheek her blushing charms unfold,
Who could oppose to thee stern Virtu’es shield?
What tender virgin would not wish to yield?
But pleasure on the wings of time was born,
And I expos'd a prey to grinning scorn.
Of low-born traders - mark the hand of fate!
Is YARICO reducd to grace the state, ;
Whose impious parents, an advent'rous band,
Imbru'd with guiltless blood my native land:
Ev’n snatch'd my father from his regal seat,
And stretch'd him breathless at their hostile feet?
Ill-fated prince! The Christians fought thy shore,
Unsheath'd the sword, and mercy was no more.
But thou, fair stranger, cam'ft with gentler
To shun the perils of the wrecking wind.
Amidst thy foes thy safety still I plan'd,
And reach'd for galling chains the myrtle band:
Nor then unconscious of the secret fire,
Each heart voluptuous throb'd with soft desire:
Ah pleasing youth, kind object of my care,
Companion, friend, and ev'ry name that's dear!
Say, from thy mind canst thou fo foon remove
The records pencild by the hand of love?
How as we wanton'd on the flow'ry ground
The loose-rob'd Pleasures danc'd unblam'd around:
Till to the fight the growing burden prov'd,
How thou o'ercam'st and how, alas! I lov'd!
Too fatal proof! fince thou, with av'rice fraught,
Didst bafely urge (ah! shun the wounding thought!).
That tender circumstance - reveal it not,
Left torn with
fated lot: Left startled Reafon abdicate her reign, And Madness revel in this heated brain: