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Therc frantic Anger, prone to wild extremes, Impair’d by labour, and by ease undone, Grasps an ensanguin'd sword, and Heaven blas- Commenc'd in tears, and ended in a groan! There heart-sick Agony distorted stands, (phemes. Evin while I write, the transient xow is past, Writhes his convulsive limbs, and wrings his hands. And Death more near, this sentence than the There Sorrow droops his ever pensive head,

last! And Care still tosses on his iron bed :

As some weak isthmus seas from seas divides, Or, musing, fastens on the ground his eye, Beat by rude waves, and sapp'd by rushing tides, With folded arms; with every breath a sigh. Torn from its base, no more their fury bears, Hydrops unwieldly wallows in a flood;

At once they close, at once it disappears : And Murther rages, red with human blood, Such, such is life! the mark of misery plac'd With Fever, Famnine, and allictive Pain,

Between two worlds, the future and the past; Plague, Pestilence, and War, a dismal train! To Time, to Sickness, and to Death, a prey, These, and a thousand more, the fiend surround, It sinks, the frail possession of a day! Shrieks pierce the air, and groans to groans re- As some fond boy, in sport, along the shore sound.

Builds from the sands a fabric of an hour; 0! Heavens! is this the passage to the skies

Proud of his spacious walls, and stately rooms, That man must tread, when man, your favourite, He styles the mimic cells imperial domes; Oh! for Elijah's car to wing my way

[dies: The little monarch swells with fancy'd sway, O'er the dark gulph of Death to endless day! Till some wind rising puffs the dome away :

Confounded at the sight, my spirits fled, So the poor reptile, man! an heir of woe, My eyes rain'd tears, my very heart was dead ! The lord of earth and ocean, swells in show; I wail'd the lot of man, that all would shun, He plants, he builds, aloft the walls arise! And all must bear that breathe beneath the Sun. The noble plan he finishes, and ----dies.

When lo! an heavenly form, divinely fair, Swept from the Earth, he shares the coinmon fate; Shoots from the starry vault through fields of air; His sole distinction now, to rot in state! And, swifter than on wings of lightning driven,

Thus busy to no end till out of breath,
At once seems here and there, in Earth and Hea- Tir'd we lic down, and close up all in death. [led
A dazzling brightness in refulgent streams: [ven! Then blest the man whom gracious Heaven has
Flows from his locks inwreath'd with sunny beans: Through life's blind mazes to th' immortal dead !
His roscate cheeks the bloom of Heaven display, Who, safely landed on the blissful shore,
And from his eyes dart glories, more than day :

Nor human folly feels nor frailty more!
A robe, of light condens'd, around him shone, O! Death, thou cure of all our idle strife!
And his loins glitter'd with a starry zone:

End of the gay, or serious farce of life!
And while the listening Winds lay hush'd to hear, Wish of the just, and refuge of th' opprest!
Thus spoke the vision, amiably severe !

Where Poverty, and where ev'n kings find rest! Vain man! wouldst thou escape the common

Safe from the frowns of power! calm, thoughtful To live, to suffer, die, and be forgot? [lot, And the rude insults of the scornful great! (hate! Look back on ancient times, primeval years, The grave is sacred! wrath and malice dread All, all are past! a mighty void appears ! To violate its peace, and wrong the dead : Heroes, and kings, those gods of Earth, whose fame Bat Life, thy name is Woe! to Death we fly Aw'd half the nations, now are but a name! To grow immortali-into life we die! 'The great in arts or arms, the wise, the just, Then wisely Heaven in silence has confin'd Mix with the meanest in congenial dust!

The happier dead, lest none should stay behind. Evin saints and prophets the same paths have trod, What though the path be dark that must be trod, Ambassadors of Heaven, and friends of God! Though man be blotted from the works of God, And thou, wouldst thou the general sentence fly? Though the four winds his scattered atoms bear Moses is dead! thy Saviour deign'd to die !

To Earth's extremes, thro' all th' expanse of air ; Mortal, in all thy acts regard thy end ! [friend : Yet bursting glorious from the silent clay, Live well, the time thou livist, and Death's thy He mounts triumphant to eternal day. Then curb each rebel thought against the Sky, So, when the sun rolls down th' ethereal plain, And die resign'd, O! Man ordain'd to die!” Extinct his splendours in the whelming main, He added not, but spread his wings in flight,

A transient night earth, air, and heaven invades, And vanish'd instant in a blaze of light.

Eclips'd in horrouirs of surrounding shades;
Abash'd, asham'd, I cry, “ Eternal Power, But soon, emerging with a fresher ray,
I yield! I wait resign'd th' appointed hour! He starts exultant, and renews the day.
Man, foolish man, no more thy soul deceive!
To die, is but th surest way to
When age we ask, we ask it in our wrong,
And pray our time of suffering may be long;

COURAGE IN LOVE.
'The nauseous draught, and dregs of life to drain,
And feel infirmity, and length of pain !

My eyes with floods of tears o'erflow, What art thou, Life, that we should court thy My bosom heaves with constant woe; stay?

Those eyes, which thy unkindness swells;
A breath, one single gasp must puff away! That bosom, where thy image dwells;
A short-liv'd flower, that with the day must fade ! How could I hope so weak a flame
A fleeting vapour, and an empty shade!

Could ever warm that matchless dame,
A streamn, that silently but swiftly glides

When none Elysium must behold; To meet Eternity's imineasur'd tides!

Without a radiant bough of gold? A being, lost alike by pain or joy!

"Tis hers, in spheres to shine; A fly can kill it, or a worm destroy,

At distance to admire, is mine:

Doom'd, like th' enamour'd youth', to groan I'd then inform you of your Crlia's cares,
For a new goddess form'd of stone.

And try the eloquence of female tears ;
While thus I spoke, Love's gentle power Fearless I'd pass where Desolation reigns,
Descended from th' ethereal bower;

Tread the wild waste, or burning Libyan plains : A quiver at his shoulder hung,

Or where the North his furious pinions tries, A shaft he grasp'd, and bow unstrung.

And howling hurricanes embroil the skies! All nature own'd the genial god,

Should all the monsters in Getulia bred And the Spring flourish'd where he trod:

Oppose the passage of a tender maid ; My heart, no stranger to the guest,

Dauntless, if Damon calls, his Cælia spreds Flutter'd, and labour'd in my breast;

Through all the monsters that Getulia breeds! When, with a smile that kindles joy

Bold was Bonduca, and her arrows flew Er'n in the gods, began the boy :

Swift and unerring from the twanging yew: “ How vain these tears! is man decreed, By Love inspird, I'll teach the shaft to fly; By being abject, to succeed?

For thee I'd conqucr, or at least would dic ! Hop'st thou by meagre looks to move?

If o'er the dreary Caucasus you go, Are women frighten'd into love?

Or mountains crown'd with everlasting snow, He most prevails, who nobly dares;

Where through the freezing skies in storins it pours, In love a hero, as in wars:

And brightens the dull air with shining showers, Er'n Venus may be known to yield,

Ev'n there with you I could securely rest, But 'tis when Mars disputes the field :

And dare all cold, but in my Damnou's breast; Sent from a daring hand my dart

Or should you dwell beneath the sultry ray, Strikes deep into the fair-one's heart:

Where rising Phæbus ushers in the day, To winds and waves thy cares bequeath,

There, there I dwell! Thou Sun, exert thy fires! A sigh is but a waste of breath.

Love, mighty Love, a fiercer fame inspires: What though gay youth, and every grace

Or if, a pilgrim, you would pay your vows That Beauty boasts, adorn her face;

Where Jordan's streams in soft meanders flows; Yet goddesses have deign'd to wed,

I'll be a pilgrim, and my vows I'll pay And take a mortal to their bed :

Where Jordan's streams in soft meanders play. And Heaven, when gifts of incense rise,

Joy of my soul! my every wish in one! Accepts it, though it cloud their skies.

Why must I love, when loving I'm undone? “ Mark! how this Marygold conceals

Sweet are the whispers of the waving trees, Her beauty, and her bosomn veils;

And murmuring waters, curling to the breeze; How from the dull embrace she flies

Sweet are soft slumbers in the shady bowers Of Phobus, when his beams arise:

When glowing suns infest the sultry hours: But when his glory he displays,

But not the whispers of the waving trecs, And darts around his fiercer rays,

Nor murmuring waters, curling to the breeze, Her charms she opens, and receives

Not sweet soft slumbers in the shady bowers, The vigorous god into her leaves."

When thou art absent whom my soul adores!

Coine, let us seck some flowery, fragrant bed!
THE COMPLAINT.

Come, on thy bosom rest my love-sick head!
Corne, drive thy flocks beneath the shady hills,

Or softly slumber by the murmuring rills!
I who was once the glory of the plain,

Ah no! he flies! that dear enchanting he! The fairest virgin of the virgin train,

Whose beauty steals my very self from me! And now (by thee, O! faithless man, betray'd!)

Yet wert thou wont the garland to prepare, A fall'n, a lost, a miserable maid.

To crown with fragrant wreaths thy Cælia's hair : Ye Winds, that witness to my deep despair,

When to the lyre she tun'd the vocal lays, Receive my sighs, and waft them through the air, Thy tongue would flatter and thine eyes speak praise: And gently breathe them to my Damon's car! And when smooth-gliding in the dance she mov'd, Curst, ever curst be that unlucky day,

Ask thy false bosom if it never lov'd ? When, trembling, sighing, at my feet he lay,

And still her eye some little lustre bears, (tears ! I trembled, sigh'd, and look'd my heart away

If swains speak truth!- though dim'd for thee with Why was he form’d, ye powers, his sex's pride,

But fade each grace! since he no longer sees Too false to love, too fair to be deny'd ?

Those charms, for whom alone I wish to please! Ye heedless virgins, gaze not on his eyes;

But whence these sudden, sad presaging fears, Lovely they are, but she that gazes dies !

These rising sighs, and whence these flowing tears? Oh! Ay bis voice, be deaf to all he says;

Ah ! lest the trumpets terrible alarms Charms has his voice, but charming it betrays!

Have drawn the lover from liis Calia's charms, At every word, cach motion of his eye,

To try the doubtful ticłd, and shine in azure arms ! A thousand Loves are born, a thousand lovers die. Ah! canst thou bear the labours of the war,

Say, gentle youths, ye blest Arcadian swains, Bend the tough bow, or dart the pointed spear? Inhabitants of these delightful plains,

Desist, fond youth ! let others glory gain, Say, by what fountain, in what rosy bower,

Seek empty honour o'er the surgy main, Reclines my charmer in the noon-tide hour !

Or sheath'd in horrid arms rush dreadful to the plain! To you, dear fugitive, where'er you stray,

Thee, shepherd, thee the pleasurable woods, Wild with despair, impatient of delay,

The painted meadows, and the crystal toors, Swift on the wings of eager Love I fly,

Claim and invite to bless their sweet abodes. Or send my soul still swifter in a sigh!

There shady bowers and sylvan scenes arise, Polydorus who pined to death for the love of a

There fountains murmur, and the spring supplies beautiful statue.

Flowers to delight the smell, or charm the eyes:

CÆLIA TO DAMON,

FROM

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But roourn, ye sylvan Scenes and shady Bowers ; But if he stay detain'd by adverse gales, [sails:
Weep, all ye Fountains; languish, all ye Flowers! My sighs shall drive the ship, and fill the flagging
If in a desert Damon but appear,
To Cælia's eyes a desert is more fair
Than all your charms, when Damon is not there !
Gods! what soft words, what sweet delusive wiles

TRANSLATIONS
He boasts! and, oh! those dear undoing smiles !
Pleas'd with our ruin, to his arms we run:
To be undone by him, who would not be undone? HESIOD AND APOLLONIUS RHODIUS.
Alas! I rave! ve swelling Torrents, roll
Your watery tribute o'er ing love-sick soul !

Vos exemplaria Græca To cool my hcart, your waves, ye Oceans, bear!

Nocturnâ versate mànu, versate diurna. Hor. Oh! vain are all your waves, for Love is there !

But ah! what sudden thought to frenzy moves My tortur d soul?-perhaps, my Damon loves! BATTLE OF THE GODS. AND TITANS. Some fatal beauty, yielding all her charms, Detains the lovely traitor from my arms !

FROM THE THEOCONY OF Hesiod; WITH A DESCRIP Blast her, ye Skies ! let instant vengeance seize

TION OF TARTARUS, &c. Those guilty charms, whose crime it is to please!

• μάχην δ' αμέγαρτον έγειραν Damon is mine!-fond maid, thy fears subdue !

Névris, &c.

Olor. 666.
Am I not jealous ? and my charmer true?
O! Heaven! from jealousy my bosom save!
Cruel as Death, insatiate as tie Grave !

Now sounds the vault of Heaven with loud alarms,
Ye powers ! of all the ills that ever curst And gods by gods embattling rush to arms :
Our sex, sure man, dissemiling man is worst ! Here stalk the Titans of portentous size,
Like forward boys, awhile in wanton play,

Burst from their dungeons, and assault the skies ! He sports with hearts, then throws the toys away : And there, unchain'd from Erebus and Night, With specious wiles weak woman he assails; Auxiliar giants ? aid the gods in fight : He swears, weeps, smiles, he flatters, and prevails : An hundred arms each tower-like warrior rears, Then, in the moment, when the maid believes, And stares froin fifty heads amid the stars; The perjur'd traitor trinnphs, scorns, and leaves. The dreadful brotherhood stern-frowning stands, How oft my Damon swore, th' all-seeing Sun And lurls an hundred rocks from hundred hands; Should change his course, and rivers backward The Titans rush'd with fury uncontrol'd: run,

Gods sunk on gods, o'er giant giant rollid; Ere his fond heart should range, or faithless prove Then roar'd the Ocean with a dreadful sound, To the bright object of his stedfast love!

Heaven shook with all its thrones, and groan'd the O! instant change thy course, all-seeing Sun! Trembled th' eternal poles at every stroke, (ground, Damon is false! ye Rivers backward run!

And frighted Hell from its foundations shook: But die, 0! wretched Cælia, die! in vain Noise, horrid noise, th' aërial region fills, Thus to the fields and floods you breathe your pain! Rocks dash on rocks, and hills encounter hills; The tear is fruitless, and the tender sigh,

Through Earth, Air, Heaven, tumultuous clamours And life a load !--forsaken Calia, die !

And shouts of battle thunder in the skies. [rise, Fly swifter, Time! O! spced the joyful hour! Then Jove omnipotent display'd the god, Receive ine, Grave!-then I shall love no more ! And all Olympus trembled as he trod : Ah! wretched maid, so sad a cure to prove ! He grasps ten thousand thunders in his hand, Ah! wretched maid, to fly to Death from Love! Bares his red arm, and wields the forky brand; Yet oh! when this poor franie no more shall live, Then aims the bolts, and bids his lightnings play; Be happy, Damon! may not Damon grieve! They flash, and rend through Heaven their faming Ah me! I'm vain! my death can not appear Redoubling blow on blow, in wrath he mores; (way: Worth the vast price of but a single tear.

Thesing'd Earth groans,and burns with all her groves; Forlorn, abandon'd, to the rocks I go;

The floods, the billows, boiling hiss with fires, But they have learnt new cruelties of you ! And bickering fame, and sinouldering smoke aspires : Alone, relenting Echo with me mourns,

A night of clouds blots out the golden day; And faint with grief she scarce my sighs returns ! Full in their eyes the writhen lightnings play: Then, sighs, adieu! ye nobler passions, rise! Ev'n Chaos burns: again Earth groans, Heaven roars, Be wise, fond maid !---but who in love is wise? As tumbling downward with its shining towers; I rage, I rail, th' extremes of anger prove, Or burst this Earth, torn from her central place, Nay, almost hate !-then love thee beyond love! With dire disruption from her deepest base: Pity, kind Heaven, and right an injur'd inaid ! Nor slept the Wind: the Wind new horrour forms, Yet, ob ! yet, spare the dear deceiver's head ! Clouds dash on clouds before th' outrageous storms, If from the sultry suns at noon-tide hours

While, tearing up the sands, in drifts tbey rise, He seeks the covert of the breezy bowers,

And half the deserts mount th' encumber'd skies : Awake, O South, and where my charmer lies, At once the tempest bellows, lightnings fly, Bid roses bloom, and beds of fragrance risc ! The thunders roar, and clouds involve the sky: Gently, () gently round in whispers fly,

Stupendous were the deeds of heavenly might; Sigh to his sighs, and fan the glowing sky! What less, when gods conflicting cope in fight? If o'er the waves he cuts the liquid way,

Now Heaven its foes with horrid inroad gores,
Be still, ye Waves, or round his vessel play! And slow and sour recede the giant powers :
Anri you, ye linis, contine each ruder briath,
Lie bush'd in silence, and be calun as death!

? Ægcon, Cottus, Gyges:

Here stalks Egeon, here fierce Gyges moves, And from an hundred mouths in vengeance flings
There Cottus rends up hills with all their groves ; Envenom'd foam, and darts an hundred stings;
These hurl'd at once against the Titan bands Horrour, terrific, frowns from every brow,
Three hundred mountains from three hundred hands: And like a furnace his red eye-balls glow;
And overshadowing, overwhelming bound

Fires dart froin every crest; and, as he turns,
With chains infrangible beneath the ground; Keen splendours flash, and all the giant burns :
Below this Earth, far as Earth's contines lie, Whene'er he speaks, in echoing thunders rise
Through space unmeasur'd, from the starry sky; An hundred voices, and affright the skies,
Nine days an anvil of enormous weight,

Unutterably fierce! the bright ahodes
Down rushing headlong from the aërial height, Frequent they shake, and terrify the gods :
Scarce reaches Farth ; thence tost in giddy rounds Now bellowing like a savage bull, they roar,
Searce reaches in nine days th' infernal bounds : Or angry lions in the midnight hour;
A wall of iron of stupendous height

Now yell like furious whelps, or hiss like snakes ; Guards the dire dungeons, black with threefold The rocks rebound, and every mountain shakes : night:

He hurl'd detiance 'gainst th’immortal powers, High o'er the hormours of th'eternal shade

And Heaven had seiz'd with all its shining towers, The stedfast base of earth and seas is laid ;

But, at the voice of Jore, from pole to pole There in coercive durance Jove detains

Red lightnings flash, and raging thunders roll, The groaning 'Titans in atilictive chains.

Rattling o'er all th' expansion of the skies, A seat of woe! remote from chearful day,

Bolt after bolt o'er earth and ocean flies.
Through gulphs impassable, a boundless way. Stern frowns the god amidst the lightnings blaze,

Above these realms a brazen structure stands Olympus shakes from his eternal base ;
With brazen portals, fram'd by Neptunc's hands; Trembles the earth; fierce flame involves the poles,
Through chaos to the ocean's base it swells; Devours the ground, and o'er the billows rolls :
'There stern F.geon with his giants dwells;

Fires from Typhoeus flash : with dreadful sound Fierce guards of Jove! from hence the fountains Storms rattle, thunder rolls, and groans the ground; rise

Above, below, the conflagration roars, That wash the earth, or wander through the skies; Ev’n the seas kindled burn through all their shores, That groaning murmur through the realm of woes, Deluge of fire! Earth rocks her tottering coasts, Or feed the channels were the ocean flows; And gloomy Pluto shakes with all his ghosts; Collected horrours throng the dire abodes,

Ev'n the pale Titans, chain'd on burning floors, Horrid and fell! detested ev'n by gods !

Start at the din that rends th' infernal shores : Enormous gulph! immense the bounds appear, Then, in full wrath, Jove all the god applies, Masteful and voil, the journey of a year:

And all his thunders buust at once the skies; Where beating storms, as in wild whirls they fight, And rushing gloomy from thi Olympian brow, Toss the pale wanderr, and retuss through night : He blasts the giant with th' almighty blow; The powers immortal with atfright survey

The giant tumbling sinks beneath the wound, The hideous chasm, and seal it up from day. (rears And with enormous ruin rocks the ground :

Hence through the vault of Heaven huge Atlas Nor yet the lightnings of th’ Almighty stay, [way; His giant linbs, and props the gollen spheres: Through the sing'd earth they burst their burning Here sable Night, and here the beamy Day, Earth kindling inward, melts in all her caves, Lodge and dislo Ige, alternate in their sway. And hissing tioats with îlerce metallic waves : A brazen port the varying powers divides :

As iron fusile from the furnace flows, When Day forth issus, here the Night resides ; Or molten ore with keen ettulgence glows, And when Night wils the skies, ob-equious Day, When the dire bolts of Jove stern Vulcan frames, Re-entering, plunges from the starry way. In burning channels roll the liquid fames; She from her lamp, with beaming radiance bright, Thus melted earth, and Jove, from realms on high, Pours o'er th' expanded Earth a flood of light: Plunge the huge giant to the nether sky. But Night, by Sleep attended, rides in shades, Then from Typhoeus sprung the winds that bear Brother of Death, and ali that breathes invades: Storms on their wings, and thunder in the air : From her 'foul womb they sprung, resistless powers, But from the gods descend of milder kind, Nur'd in the horrours of Tartarean bowers, The East, the West, the Sonth, and Boreal wind; Reinote from Day, when with her flaming wheels These in soft whispers breathe a friendly breeze, She mounts the skies, or paints the western hills : Play through the groves, or sport upon the seas; With downy footsteps Sleep in silence glides They fan the sultry air with cooling gales, O'er the wide earth, and o'er the spacious tides; And waft from realm to realm the flying sails : The friend of life! Death unrelenting bears The rest in storms of sounding wbirlwinds fly, An iron heart, and laughs at human cares; Toss the wild waves, and battle in the sky; She makes the inouldering rs e of man her prey, Fatal to man ! at once all Ocean roars, And ev'n th' immortal powers detest her sway. And scatter'd navies bulge on distant shores.

Thus fell the * Titans from the realms above, Then thundering o'er the earth they rend their Beneath the thunder of almighty Jove;

way, Then Earth impregnate felt maternal woes, (throes: Grass, herb, and flower, beneath their rage decay; And shook through all her frame with teeming While towers, and domes, vain boasts of human Hence rose Typhoeus, a gigantic birth,

trust, A monster sprung from Tartarus and Earth, Torn from their inmost base, are whelm'd in dust. A match for gods in might! on high he spreads Thus Heaven asserted its eternal reign From his huge trunk an hundred dragons heads, O'er the proud giants, and Titanic train ;

And now in peace the gods their Jove obey, · Of Night.

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And all the thrones of Heaven adore his sway.

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THE LOVE OF JASON AND MEDEA. Shall I, all lost to shame, to Jason fly?

And yet I must--if Jason bleeds, I die! FROM THE THIRD BOOK, VERSE 743, of APOLLONIUS Then, Shame, farewell! Adieu for ever, Fame ! RHODIUS.

Hail, black Disgrace! be fam'd for guilt, my name! Nù piy Yeur' ini yaiur dysy xvipus, &c. Live! Jason, live! enjoy the vital air !

Live through my aid! and fly where wings can ADVERTISEMENT.

bear!

But when he flies, ye poisons, lend your powers, Tur translator has taken the liberty, in the fol. That day, Medea treads th’infemal shores !

lowing version from the Argonautics of Apollo- 'Then, wretched maid, thy lot is endless shame, nius, as well as in the story of Talus, to omit | Then the proud dames of Colchos blast thy name? whatever has not an immediate relation to the I hear them cry— The false Medea's dead, subject; yet hopes that a due connection is not Through guilty passion for a stranger's bed; wanting ; and that the reader will not be dis- Medea, careless of her virgin fame, pleased with these short sketches from a poet, Preferr'd a stranger to a father's name !! who is affirmed to be every where sublime, by O may I rather yield this vital breath, no less a critic than Longinus; and from whom Than bear that base dishonour, worse than death!” many verses are borrowed by so great a poet as Thus wail'd the fair, and seiz'd, with horrid joy, Virgil.

Drugs, foes to life, and potent to destroy ;

A magazine of death! Again she pours Now rising shades a solemn gloom display, From her swoln eye-balls tears in shining showers; O'er the wide Earth, and o'er th' ethereal way: With grief insatiate, and with trembling hands, All night the sailor marks the northern team,

All comfortlesss the cask of death expands : And golden circlet of Orion's beam :

A sudden fear her labouring soul invades, A deep repose the weary wanderer shares,

Struck with the horrours of th' infernal shades : And the faint watchman sleeps away his cares; She stands deep-musing with a faded brow, Ev'n the fond mother, while all breathless lies Absorpt in thought, a monument of woe! Her child of love, in slumber seals her eyes;

While all the comforts that on life attend, No sound of village-dog, no noise invades

Thc cheerful converse, and the faithful friend, The death-like silence of the midnight shades : By thought deep-imag’d in her bosom play, Alone Medea wakes : To love a prey,

Endearing life, and charın despair away:
Restless she rolls, and groans the night away : Th’all-cheering suns with sweeter light arise,
Now the fire-breathing bulls command her cares; And every object brightens to her eyes :
She thinks on Jason, and for Jason fears;

Then from her hand the baneful drug she throws,
In sad review, on hormours horrours rise; [fies: Consents to live, recover'd from her wocs;
Quick beats her heart, from thought to thought she Resolv’d the magic virtue to betray,
As from replenish'd urns, with dubious ray, She waits the dawn, and calls the lazy day :
The sun-beams dancing from the surface play, Time seems to stand, or backward drive his wheels :
Now here, now there, the trembling radiance falls The hours she chides, and eyes the eastern hills :
Alternate flashing round th' illumin'd walls; At length the dawn with orient beams appears,

Thus fluttering bounds the trembling virgin's blood, The shades disperse, and man awakes to cares. And from her shining eyes descends a flood : Studious to please, her graceful length of hair Now raving with resistless flames she glows, With art she binds, that wanton'd with the air; Now sick with love she melts with softer woes : From her soft cheek she wipes the tear away, The tyrant god, of every thought possest,

And bids keen lightnings from her eyes to play ; Beats in each pulse, and stings and racks her breast: From limb to limb refreshing unguents pours, Now she resolves the magic to betray

Unguents, that breathe of Heaven, in copious To tame the bulls, now yield him up a prey :

showers : Again, the drugs disdaining to supply,

Her robe she next assumes ; bright clasps of gold She loaths the light, and meditates to die : Close to the lessening waist the robe infold ; Anon, repelling with a brave disdain

Down from her swelling loins, the rest unbound The coward thought, she nourishes the pain : Floats in rich waves redundant o'er the ground : Thus tost, retost with furious storms of cares, Last, with a shining veil her cheeks she shades, On the cold ground she rolls, and thus with tears : Then, swimming smooth along,magnificently treads.

“ Ah me! where'er 1 turn, before my eyes Thus forward moves the fairest of her kind, A dreadful view, on sorrows sorrows rise!

Blind to the future, to the present blind : Tost in a giddy whirl of strong desire,

Twelve maids, attendants on her virgin bower, I glow, I burn, yet bless the pleasing fire.

Alike unconscious of the bridal hour, O had this spirit from its prison fled,

Join to the car the miss: dire rites to pay, By Dian sent to wander with the dead,

'To Hecate's black fane she bends her way; Ere the proud Grecians view'd the Colchian skies; A juice she bears, whose magic virtue tames Ere Jason, lovely Jason, met these eyes !

(Through fell Persephone) the rage of flames; Hell gave the shining mischief to our coast, It gives the hero, strong in matchless might, Medea saw him, and Medea's lost

To stand secure of harms in mortal fight; But why these sorrows ? if the powers on high It mocks the sword: the sword without a wound, His death decree, die, wretched Jason, die ! Leaps as from marble, shiverd to the ground: Shall I elude my sire ? my art betray?

She mounts the car'; por rode the nymph alone; Ah me! what words shall purge the guilt away! On either side two lovely damsels shone : But could I yield whither must I run To find the man whom Virtue bids me shun?

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