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Drives through the sleeping ranks : then to his Beside what fountain, in what broczy bower,
By the fleet roes, that bound along the lawns;
Return, O virgin ! and if proud disdain
Arm thy fierce soul, return, enjoy my pain :
If pleas'd thou view'st a faithful lover's cares,
She weary wanders through the desert way,
The food of walves, or hungry lions' prey.
Ah! shield her, Heaven! your rage, ye beasts, for TO A YOUNG LADY, UPON HER LEAVING, AND RETURN Those are not limbs for savages to tear!
Adieu, ye meads! with her through wilds I go
O’er burning sands, or everlasting snow ;
With her I wander through the desert way,
The food of wolves, or hungry lions' prey.
Thy charms may suffer by the storms or rains.
By you, the lily shall her white compose; (yours a
And fuller honours clothe the youthful wood.
But it is plain, that in these times
Aw'd by your guardian's dangerous power, No house is rais'd by poets' rhymes;
At distance trembling we adore; They for themselves can only rear
At distance once again behold A few wild castles in the air;
A serpent guard the blooming gold. Poor are the brethren of the bays,
Well pleas'd, and harmless, lo! he lies, · Down from high strains, to ekes and ayet Basks in the sunshine of your eyes; The Muses too are virgins yet,
Now twists his spires, and now unfurls And may be till they portions get.
The gay confusion of his curls. Yet still the doating rhymer dreams,
Oh ! happy on your breast to lie, And sings of Helicon's bright streams ;
As that bright star that gilds the sky, But Helicon, for all his clatter,
Who, ceasing in the spheres to shine, Yields only uninspiring water;
Would, for your breast, his Heaven resign, Yet ev'n athirst he sweetly singe
Yet, oh! fair virgin, caution take, Of Nectar, and Elysian springs.
Lest some bold cheat assume the snake. What dire malignant planet sheds,
When Jove comprest the Grecian dame. Ye bards, his influence on your heads?
Aloof he threw the lightning's flame; Lawyers by endless controversies,
On radiant spires the lover rode,
And in the snake conceal'd the gode
TO A LADY OF THIRTY
No Pursues a sure and thriving trade;
more let youth its beauty boast,
SThough patients die, the doctor's paid :
-n at thirty reigns a toast, Licens’d to kill, he gains a palace,
And, like the Sun as he declines, For what another mounts the gallows
More mildly, but more sweetly sbires
The hand of Time alone disarins In shady groves the Muses stray,
Her face of its superfluous charms : And love in flowery meads to play ;
But avds, for every grace resign'd,
A thousand to adorn her mind.
Youth was her too inflaming time;
This, her more babitable clime: Thus they gain nothing to bequeath
How must she then each heart engage, Their votaries, but a laurel wreath.
Who blooms like youth, is wise like age &
Thus the rich orange-trees produce But love rewards the bard! the fair
At once both ornament, and use:
Here opening blossoms we behold,
BIRTH-DAY OF MR. ROBERT TREFUSIS
BEING THREE YEARS OLD, MARCH 22, 1710-11. Great recompence! like his who sells
Awake, sweet babe! the Sun's emerging ray, A diamond, for beads and bells. Will Fame be thought sufficient bail
That gave you birth, renews the happy day! To keep the poet from the jail ?
Calmly serene, and glorious to the view,
He marches forth, and strives to look like you, Thus the brave soldier, in the wars, Bets empty praise, and aching scars;
VARIATIONS. Is paid with fame and wooden legs;
Why, lovely babe, does slumber seal your eyes And, stary'd, the glorious vagrant begs
See, fair Aurora blushes in the skies !
Begins his course, and ushers in the day.
Calmly serene, and glorious to the view,
He marches forth, and strives to look like you. PLAYING WITH A SNAKE.
Fair beauty's bud! when Time shall stretch thy Iris a pleasing direful sight!
Confirm thy charms, and ripen thee to man, (spau, At once you charm us, and affright!
How shall each swain, each beauteous nymph comSo Heaven destroying angels arms
For love each nymph, for envy every swain! (plain, With terrour, dreadful in their charms !
What matchless charms shall thy full noon adorn, Such, such was Cleopatra's air,
When so admir'd, so glorious, is thy morn!
* The Scorpion. By the dire asp, its poblest boast
Olympias, mother of Alexander the Great
Fair beauty's bud! when Time sball stretch thy | Nobly adorn’d, and finish'd to display Confirin thy charms, and ripen thee to man, (span, A fuller beam of Heaven's ethereal ray. What plenteous fruits thy blossoms shall produce, May all thy charıns increase, O lovely boy! And yield not barren ornament, but use!
Spare them, ye pains, and age alone destroy! Ev'n now thy spring a rich increase prepares So fair thou art, that if great Cupid be To crown thy riper growth, and manly years. A child, the god might boast to look like thee! Thus in the kernel's intricate disguise,
When young lulus' form he deign'd to wear, In miniature a little orchard lies;
Such were his smiles, and such his winning air: The fibrous labyrinths by just degrees
Ev'n Venus might mistake thee for her own, Stretch their swoln cells, replete with future trees; Thence all the lightning of thy mother's flies,
Did not thy eyes proclaim thee nut her son ;
A Cupid grac'd with Cytheraa's eyes!
Yet ah! how short a date the Powers decree Thy noon of beauty, when so bright thy morn!
To that bright frame of beauties, and to thee! Shine forth advancing with a brighter ray,
Pass a few days, and all those beauties dy! And may no.vice o'ercloud thy future day!
Pass a few years, and thou, alas ! shalt die!. With nobler aim instruct thy soul to glow,
Then all thy kindred, all thy friends shall see Than those gay trifles, titles, wealth, and show :
With tears, what now thou art, and they must be; May valour, wisdom, learning, crown thy days!
A pale, cold, lifeless lump of earth deplore ! Those fools admirem-these Heaven and Angels Such shalt thou be, and kings shall be no more! praise!'
Butoh! when, ripe for death, Fate caksthee hence, With riches blest, to Heaven those riches lend,
Sure lot of every mortal excellence ! The poor man's guardian, and the good man's friend: When, pregnant as the womb, the teening Earth Bid virtuous Sorrow smile, scorn'd Merit cheer,
Resigns thee quicken'd to thy second birth, And oʻer Afliction pour the generous tear.
Rise, cloth'd with beauties that shall never die ! Some, wildly liberal, squander, not beston,
A saint on Earth! an angel in the sky!
TO A GENTLEMAN OF SEVENTY, Thus offerings from th’ unjust pollute the skies,
WHO MARRIED A LADY OF SIXTEEN. The good, turn smoke into a sacrifice.
What woes must such unequal union bring, As when an artist plans a favourite draught,
When hoary Winter weds the youthful Spring! The structures rise responsive to the thought;
You, like Mezentius, in the nuptial bed,
Once more unite the living to the dead.
XLIII CHAPTER OF ECCLESIASTICUS.
Tae So fair thou art, that if great Cupid be
Sun, that rolls his beamy orb on high, A child, as poets say; sure thou art he.
Pride of the world, and glory of the sky,
Ilustrious in his course, in briglit array
Marches along the Heavens, and scatters day There all the lightnings of thy mother's shine,
O'er Earth, and o'er the main, and through th’ethe.
Fie in the morn renews his radiant round, (real way. Their radiant glory and their sweetness join, To show their fatal power, and all their charms, in And warms the fragrant bosom of the ground; If fond Narcissus in the crystal stood, [thine,
But ere the noon of day, in fiery gleams
He darts the glory of his blazing beams;
Beneath the burnings of his sultry ray,
Earth, to her centre, pierc'd admits the day;
And lessen'd seas contract within their shore. • To brace the mind to dignity of thought,
O! Power supreme! 0! high above all height! To emulate what godlike Tully wrote,
Thou gav'st the Sun to shine, and thou art Light: Be this thy early wish! The garden breeds,
Whether he falls or rises in the skies, If unimprov'd, at least but gaudy weeds :
He by thy voice is taught to fall or rise ; And stubborn youth, by culture unsubdu'd, Swiftly he moves, refulgent in his sphere, Lies wildly barren, or but gayly rude.
And measures out the day, the month, and year; · Yet, as some Phidias gives the marble life, He drives the hours along with slower pace, While Art with Nature holds a dubious strifc, The minutes rush away impetuous in their race: Adorns a rock with graces not its own,
He wakes the flowers that sleep within the earth, And calls a Venus from the rugged stone ;
And calls the fragrant infants out to birth; So culture aids the human soul to rise, To scorn the sordid Earth, and mount the skies, The living and the dead, athis command, Till by degrees the noble guest refines,
Were coupled face to face, and hand to hand. Claims her high birthright, and divinely shingt
Drydep's Virgil, An vää
The fragrant infants paint th' enameld vales, When stormy Winter from the frozen north
The blasted groves their veruant pride resign, To Heaven, and to their God, an offering pay. And billow's harden d into crystal shine:
Sharp blows the rigour of the piercing winds, By thy command the Moon, as day-light fades,
And the proud floods as with a breast-plate binds : Lifts her broad circle in the deepening shades,
Ev'n the proud seas forget in tides to roll Array'd in glory, and enthrond in light,
Beneath the freezings of the northern pole; She breaks the soleinn terrours of the night;
There waves on waves in solid mountains rise, Sweetly inconstant in her varying flame,
And Alps of ice invade the wondering skies; She changes still, another, yet the same!
While gulphs below, and slippery vallies lie, Now in decrease, by slow degrees she shrouds
And with a dreadful brightness pain the eye: Her fading lustre in a veil of clouds;
But if warm winds a warmer air restore, Now at incrcase, her gathering beams display
And softer breezes bring a genial shower, A blaze of light, and give a paler day;
The genial shower revives the cheerful plain, Ten thousand stars adorn her glittering train,
And the huge hills slow down into the main.
When the seas rage, and loud the ocean roars,
A sudden peace controls the limpid deep, And with a bright disorder paints the skies. And the still waters in soft silence sleep,
Then Heaven lets down a golden-streaming ray, The Lord of Nature fram'd the showery bow,
And all the broad expansion flames with day: Turn'd its gay arch, and bade its colours glow :
In the clear glass the-mariners descry
A sun inverted, and a downward sky.
They who adventurous plough the watery way, Adorns the clouds, and makes the tempést please.
The dreadful wonders of the deep survey;
Familiar with the storms, their sails unbind, He, when deep-rolling clouds blot out the day,
Tempt the rough blast, and bound before the wind: And thunderous storms a solemn gloom display,
Now high they mount, now shoot into a vale, Pours downı a watery deluge from on high,
Now smooth their course, and scud before the gale; And opens all the sluices of the sky :
There rolling monsters, arm'd in scaly pride, High o'er the shores the rushing surge prevails,
Flounce in the billows, and dash round the tide; Bursts o'er the plain, and roars along the vales;
'There huge Leviathan unwieldy moves, Dashing abruptly, dreadful down it comes,
And through the waves, a living island, roves; Tumbling through rocks, and tosses, whirls, and Mean time, from every region of the sky, [foams: And the vast ocean scarce his weight supports;
In dreadful pastime terribly he sports Red burning bolts in forky vengeance fly ;
Where'er he turns, the hoary deeps divide ; Dreadfully bright o'er seas and earth they glare,
He breathes a tempest, and he spouts a tide. And bursts of thunder rend th' encumber'd air; At once the thunders of th' Almighty sound, Thus, Lord, the wonders of earth, sea, and air, Heaven lours, descend the flouds, and rocks the Thy boundless wisdom and thy power declare; ground.
Thou high in glory, and in might serene, He gives the furious whirlwind wings to fly,
See'st and movist all, thyself unmovid, unseen: To rend the Earth, and wheel along the sky;
Should men and angels join in songs to raise In circling eddies whirld, it roars aloud,
A grateful tribute equal to thy praise, Drives wave on wave, and dashes cloud on cloud; Yet far thy glory would their praise outshine, Where'er it moves, it lays whole forests low ; Though men and angels in the song should join; And at the blast, eternal mountains bow;
For though this Earth with skill divinç is wrought, While, tearing up the sands, in drifts they rise,
Above the guess of man, or angel's thought, And half the deserts mount the burthen'd skies. Yet in the spacious regions of the skies
New scenes unfold, and worlds on worlds arise;
CONCLUSION OF AN EPILOGUE
TO MR. SOUTHERN'S LAST PLAY, CALLED MONEY THR
Our author's scenes commanded smiles or tears;
And though beneath the weight of days he bends, Such are thy charms !--yet Zephyrs bring
But beauty, when it once declines,
When I, who now adore, may see,
But ere, sweet gift, thy grace consumers
Show thou my fair-one how she blooms!
Put forth thy charms and then declare
Thyself less sweet, thyself less fair !
Then sudden, by a swift decay,
Let all thy beauties fade away ;
And let her in thy glass descry,
How youth, and how frail beauty die. The sad Amintor sigh'd;
Ah! turn, my charmer, turn thy eyos! And thus, while streams of tears he shed,
See! how at once it fades, it dies! The mournful shepherd cry'd:
While thine--it gaily pleas'd the view, “ Move slow, ye Hours ! thou, Time, delay! Unfaded, as before it grew ! Prolong the bright Belinda's stay:
Now, from thy bosom doom'd to stray, But you, like her, my prayer deny,
'Tis only beauteous in decay: And cruelly away ye fly.
So the sweet-smelling Indian flowers,
Griev'd when they leave those happier shores, “ Yet though she flies, she leaves behind
Sicken, and die away in ours. Her lovely image in my mind.
So flowers, in Eden fond to blow, 0! fair Belinda, with me stay,
In Paradise would only grow. Or take thy image too away! “ See! how the fields are gay around,
Nor wonder, fairest, to survey
The flower so suddenly decay! How painted Aowers adorn the ground
Too cold thy breast! nor can it grow As if the fields, as well as I,
Between such little hills of snow. Were proud to please my fair-one's eye.
I now, vain infidel, no more “ But now, ye fields, no more be gay ;
Deride th' Ægyptians, who adore No more, ye flowers, your charms display! 'Tis desert all, now you are fled,
The rising herb, and blooming flower ;
Now, now their convert I will be, And paradise is where you tread.”
O lovely Flower! to worship thee.
But if thou 'rt one of their sad train
Who dy'd for love, and cold disdain,
Who, chang'd by some kind pitying power,
I love, I die through deep despair
THE STORY OF TALUS.
FROM TIIE FOURTH BOOK OF APOLLOXIUS RHODIO
WNICN BELINDA CAVE ME FROM HER BOSOM,
LOVELY offspring of the May,
When Venus stood conceal'd from view,
But see! my fairest, see this flower,
*Huos do hidros kividu, arè & lauder kerne
9 From the stage.
3 Alluding to a vote of the Roman senate, by which they decreed Cæsar a crown of laurel to Rover his baldness. Ambrosiæque coma divinum vertice odorem Spirayêre.