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Share in my suff'rings, and return my sighs ? Porsenna there without a rival stood, -- bitter unsurmountable distress! And would maintain his right of doing good. Lo! on thy breast is Ariana bow'd,
Nor did his person less attraction wear, Hangs o'er thy face, unites her cheek to thine, Such majesty and sweetness mingled there; Not now to listen with enchanted ears Heaven with uncommon art the clay refin'd, To thy persuasive eloquence, no more A proper mansion for so fair a mind; Charm'd with the wisdom of thy copious Each look, each action, bore peculiar grace, mind!
And love itself was painted on his face. She could no more: invincible despair In peaceful time he suffer'd not his mind Suppress'd her utt'rance. As a marble form To rust in sloth, tho' much to peace inclin'd; Fix'd on the solemn sepulchre, unmov’d, Nor wanton in the lap of pleasure lay, O'er some dead hero, whom his country lov'd, And lost to glory loiter'd lífe away; Bends down the head with imitated woe; But active rising ere the prime of day, So paus’d the princess o'er the breathless clay, Thro' woods and lonely deserts lov'd to stray; Intranc'd in sorrow. On the dreary wound, With hounds and horns to wake the furious Where Dithyrambus'sword was deepest plungd, bear, Mute for a space and motionless she gaz'd; Or rouse the tawny lion from his lair ; Then with a look unchang'd, nor trembling To rid the forest of the savage brood, hand,
And whet his courage for his country's good. Drew forth a poniard, with her garment veild, One day, as he pursu'd the dangerous sport, And, sheathing in her heart th' abhorred steel, Attended by the nobles of his court, On her slain lover silent sinks in death. It chanc'd å beast of more than common speed
Sprang from the brake, and thro' the forest Aed. $ 129. The History of Porsenna, King of Rush'd on, and left bis lagging train behind :
The ardent prince impetuous as the wind Russia. LISLE.
Fir’d with the chace, and full of youthful In Russia's frozen clime, some ages since,
[rode, There dwelt, historians say, a worthy prince, O'er plains and vales, and woodland wilds hé Who to his people's good confin'd his care, Urging his courser's speed, nor thought the day And fix'd the basis of his empire there; Now wasted, nor how intricate the way; Enlarg‘d their trade, the liberal arts im- Nor till the night in dusky clouds came on, prov'd,
Restrain d his pace, or found himself alone. Made nations happy and himself belov'd; Missing his train, he strove to measure back, To all the neighbouring states a terror grown, The road he came, but could not find the The dear delight and glory of his own. Not like those kings who vainly seek renown Still turning to the place he left before, From countries ruiu'd, and from battles won; And only lab'ring to be lost the more, Those mighty Nimrods, who mean laws de- The bugle-horn, which o'er his shoulders hung, spise,
So loud he winded, that the forest rung; Call murder but a princely exercise;
In vain, no voice but echo from the ground, And if one bloodless sun should steal away, And vocal woods made mock’ry of the sound. Cry out with Titus they have lost a day. And now the gath’ring clouds began to Who to be more than men, themselves de- spread base
O'er the dun face of night a deeper shade, Beneath the brute, their Maker's form deface, And the hoarse thunder growling from afar, Raising their titles by their God's disgrace. With herald voice proclaim'd th' approaching Like fame to bold Erostratus we give,
war; Who scorn’d by less than sacrilege to live; Silence a while ensued, then by degrees On holy ruins rais'd a lasting name,
A hollow wind came mutt'ring thro' the trees. And in the temple's fire diffus'd his shame. Sudden the full-fraught sky discharg'd its store Far different praises and a brighter fame, Of rain and rattling hail a mingled shower; The virtues of the young Porsenna claim; The active lightning ran along the ground, For by that name the Russian king was known, The fiery bolts by fits were hurld around, And sure a nobler ne'er adorn'd a throne: And the wide forests trembled at the sound. In war he knew the deathful sword to wield, Amazement seiz'd the prince, where could he And sought the thickest dangers of the field; Ay, A bold commander, but the storm o'erflown, No guide to lead, no friendly cottage nigh? He seern'd as he were made for peace alone; Pensive and unresolv'd a while he stood, Then was the golden age again restor’d, Beneath the scanty covert of the wood; Nor less his justice honor'd than his sword. But drove from hence, soon sallied forth again All needless pomp, and outward grandeur As chance directed on the dreary plain; spard,
Constrain’d his melancholy way to take The deeds that grac'd him were his only guard. Thro' many a loathsome bog, and thorny brake, No private views beneath a borrow'd name, Caught in the thicket, found'ring in the lake, His and the public interest were the same. Wet with the storm, and wearied with the In wealth and pleasure let the subject live,
way, But virtue is the king's prerogative.
By hunger pinchd, himself to beasts a prey;
Nor wine to cheer his heart, nor fire to burn, Thy crime, tho' great, an easy pardon finds, Nor place to rest, nor prospect to return; For mercy ever dwells in royal minds. Drooping and spiritless, at life's despair, And would you learn from whose indulgent He bade it pass, not worth his farther care;
hand When suddenly be spied a distant light, You live, and in whose awful presence stand; That faintly twinkled thro' the gloom of night, Know farther, thro' yon wide extended plains, And his heart leapt for joy, and bless'd the wel Great Eolus, the king of tempests, reigns, come sight,
And in this lofty palace makes abode, Oft times he doubted, it appear'd so far, Well suited to his state, and worthy of the god. And hung so high, 'twas nothing but a star, The various elements his empire own, Or kindling vapor wand'ring through the sky; And pay their humble homage at his throne ; But still press'd on his steed, still kept it in his And hither all the storms and clouds resort, eye ;
Proud to increase the splendor of his court. Till much fatigue and many dangers past, His queen am I, from whom the beauteous race At a huge mountain he arriv'd at last. Of Winds arose, sweet fruit of our embrace ! There lighting from his horse, on hands and She scarce had ended, when with wild uproar, knees
And horrid din, her sons impetuous pour Grop'd out the darksome road by slow degrees, Around the cave; came rushing in amain, Crawling or clamb'ring o'er the rugged way, Lybs, Eurus, Boreas, all the boist'rous train; The thunder rolls above, the flames around him and close behind them on a whirlwind rode play.
In clouded majesty the blust'ring god. Joyful at length he gain'd the steepy height, Their locks a thousand ways were blown about, And found the rift whence sprang the friendly Their cheeks, like full-blown bladders, strutted light;
[done, And here he stopp'd to rest his wearied feet, Their boasting talk was of the feats th' had And weigh the perils he had still to meet; Of trees uprooted, and of towns o'erthrown; Unsheath'd his trusty sword, and dealt his eyes And when they kindly turn'd them to accost With caution round'him, to prevent surprise; The prince, they almost pierc'd him with their Then summon'd all the forces of his mind,
frost. And en t'ring boldly cast his fears behind : The gaping hag in fix'd attention stood, Resolv’d to push his way, whate'er withstood, And at the close of every tale cried-Good ! Or bravely perish as a monarch should. Blessing, with outstretchd arms, each darling
While he the wonders of the place survey'd, son, And through the various cells at random stray'd, In due proportion to the mischief done. In a dark corner of the cave he view'd And where, says she, does little Zephyr stray? Somewhat that in the shape of woman stood; Know ye, my sons, your brother's route to day; But more deform'd, than dreams can represent In what bold deeds does he his hours employ? The inidnight hag, or poet's fancy paint Grant heuven no evil has befall’n my boy; The Lapland witch, when she her broom be- Ne'er was he known to linger thus before. strides,
Scarce had she spoke, when at the cavern door And scatters storms and tempests as she rides. Came lightly tripping, in a form more fair She look'd as nature made her to disgrace Than the young poet's fond ideas are, Her kind, and cast a blot on all the race; When, fir'd with love, he tries his utmost art Her shrivel'd skin with yellow spots besmear’d To paint the beauteous tyrant of his heart. Like mouldy records seem’d, her eyes were A satin vest his slender shape confin'd, blear'd;
Embroider'd o'er with Aowers of every kind, Her feeble limbs with age and palsy shook, Flora's own work, when first the goddess Bent was her body, haggard was her look.
strore Froin the dark nook outcrept the filthy crone, To win the little wanderer to her love. And propt upon her crutch, came tott'ring on. Of burnish'd silver were his sandals made, The prince in civil guise approach'd the Silver his buskins, and with gems o'erlaid ; dame,
saffron-color'd robe behind him flow'd, Told her his piteous case, and whence he came, And added grace and grandeur as he trod, And till Aurora should the shades expel, His wings than lilies whiter to behold, Implor'd a lodging in her friendly cell. Sprinkled with azure spots, and streak'd with Mortal, whoe'er thou art, the fiend began,
gold; And as she spake a deadly horror ran So thin their form, and of so light a kind, Thro' all his frame; his cheeks the blood for- That they for ever danc'd, and Autter'd in the sook,
wind. Chatter'd his teeth, his knees together shook : Around his temples, with becoming air, Whoe'er thou art, that with presumption rude In wanton ringlets curl'd his auburn hair, Dar’st on our sacred privacy intrude,
And o'er his shoulders negligently spread, And without licence in our court appear, A wreath of fragrant roses crown'd his head. Know, thou’rt the first that ever enter'd here. Such his attire, but O! no pen can trace, But since thou plead'st excuse, thou’rt hither No words can show the beauties of his face; brought
So kind! so winning! so divinely fair, More by thy fortune than thy own default ; Eternal youth and pleasure flourish there;
There all the little loves and graces meet, Some, studious of themselves, employ'd their And every thing that's soft, and every thing that's sweet.
In weaving flowery wreaths to deck their hair; Thou vagrant, cried the dame, in angry tone, While others to some fav’ri:e plant convey'd Where couldst thou loiter thus, so long alone? Refreshing show'rs, and cheer'd its drooping Little thou car'st what anxious thoughts molest, head: What pangs are laboring in a mother's breast; A joy so general spread through all the place, Well do you show your duty by your haste, Such satisfaction dwelt on every face, For thou of all my sons art always last. The nymphs so kind, so lovely look'd the queen, A child less fondled would have fled more fast. That never eye beheld a sweeter scene. Sure 'tis a curse on mothers, doom'd to mourn, Porsenna like a statue fix'd appear’d, Where best they love, the least and worst And wrapt in silent wonder, gaz'd and heard. return.
Much he admir’d the speech, the speaker more, My dear mamma, the gentle youth reply'd, And dwelt on every word, and griev'd to find it And made a low obeisance, cease to chide;
o'er. Nor wound me with your words, for well you O gentle youth, he cried, proceed to tell know
In what fair country does this princess dwell ; Your Zephyr bears a part in all your woe. What regions unexplor’d, what hidden coast, How great must be his sorrow then to learn Can so much goodness, so much beauty boast? That he himself's the cause of your concern! To whom the winged god, with gracious look, Nor had I loiter'd thus, had I been free, Numberless sweets diffusing while he spoke, But the fair Princess of Felicity
Thus answer'd kind : These happy gardens lie Entreated me to make some short delay, Far hence remov'd, beneath a milder sky; And ask'd by her, could I refuse to stay? Their name—the Kingdom of Felicity. Surrounded by the damsels of her couri, Sweet scenes of endless bliss, enchanted ground, She sought the shady grove, her lov'd resort; A soil for ever sought, but seldom found; Fresh rose the grass, the flowers were mix'd Though in the search all human kind in vain between
Weary their wits, and waste their lives in pain; Like rich embroidery on a ground of green ; In different parties, different paths they tread, And in the midst, protected by the shade, As reason guides them, or as follies lead ; [see, A crystal stream in wild meanders play'd ; These wrangling for the place they ne'er shall While in its banks, the trembling leaves Debating those, if such a place there be; among,
But not the wisest or the best can say A thousand little birds in concert sung: Where lies the point, or mark the certain way. Close by a mount with fragrant shrubs o'er- Some few, by Fortune favor'd, for her sport, grown,
Have sail'd in sight of this delightful port; On a cool mossy couch she laid her down ; In thought already seiz'd the bless'd abodes, Her air, her posture, all conspir’d to please, And in iheir fond delirium rank'd with gods. Her head upon her snowy arm at ease Fruitless attempt! all avenues are kept Reclin'd, a studied carelessness express’d; By dreadful foes, sentry that never slept. Loose lay her robe, and naked heav'd her Here fell Detraction darts her pois’ nous breath, breast.
Fraught with a thousand stings, and scatters Eager I flew to that delightful place,
death; And pour'd a shower of kisses on her face; Short-sighted Envy there maintains her post, Now hover'd o'er her neck, her breast, her arms, And shakes her faming brand, and 'stalks Like bees o'er flowers, and tasted all their around the coast; charms :
These on the helpless crowd their fury pour, And then her lips, and then her cheeks I tried, Plunge in the waves, or dash against the shore, And fann'd, and wanton'd round on ev'ry Teach wretched mortals they were doom'd to side.
mourn, o Zephyr! cried the fair, thou charming boy, And ne'er must rest but in the silent urn. (bear, Thy presence only can create me joy;
But say, young monarch; for what name you To me thou art beyond expression dear, Your mien, your dress, your person all declare, Nor can I quit ihe place while thou art And though I seldom fan the frozen north, here.
Yet have I heard of brave Porsenna's worth; Excuse my weakness, madam, when I sw My brother Boreas thro' the world has flown, Such gentle words, join'd with so soft an air, Swelling his breath to spread forth your rePronounc'd so sweetly from a mouth to fair,
nown; Quite ravish'd all my sense, nor did I know Say, would you choose to visit this retreat, How long I stay'd, or when, or where to go. And view the world where all these wonders Meanwhile the damsels, debonair and gay,
meet? Prattled around, and laugh'd the time away: Wish you some friend o'er the tempestuous sea These in soft notes address'd the ravish'd ear, To bear you safe? behold that friend in me. And warbled out so sweet,'twas heaven to hear; My active wings shall all their force employ, And those in rings, beneath the green-wood And nimbly waft you to the realms of joy; shade,
As once, to gratify the god of love, Danc'd to the melody their fellows made ; I bore fair Psyche to the Cyprian grove ;
Or as Jove's bird, descending from on high, Here with quick fan his lab'ring pinions play, Snatch'd the young Trojan trembling to the There glide at ease along the liquid way; sky;
Now lightly skim the plain with even flight, There perfect bliss thou mayst for ever share, Now proudly soar above the mountain's height. Scap'd from the busy world, and all its care; Spiteful Detraction, whose envenom'd hate There in the lovely princess thou wilt find Sports with the suffering of the good and A mistress ever blooming, ever kind.
great, All ecstasy, on air Porsenna trod,
Spares not our prince, but with opprobrious And to his bosom strain'd the little god; With grateful sentiments his heart o'erflow'd, Arraigns him of the heinous sin of fear ; And in the warmest words, millions of thanks That he, so tried in arms, whose very name bestow'd.
Infus'd a secret panic where it came; When Eolus in surly humor broke E'en he, as high above the clouds he flew, Their strict embrace, and thus abruptly spoke: And spied the mountain less'ning to the view; Enough of compliment, I hate the sport Nought round him but the wide expanded Of meanless words: this is no human court;
air, Where plain and honest are discarded quite, Helpless, abandon'd to a stripling's care ; For the more modish title of polite;
Struck with the rapid whirl, and dreadful Where in soft speeches hypocrites impart
height, The venom'd ills that lurk beneath the heart ; Confess'd some faint alarm, some little fright. In friendship's holy guise their guilt improve, The friendly god, who instantly divin'd And kindly kill with specious show of love. The terrors that possessid his fellow's mind, For us-my subjects are not us’d to wait, To calm his troubled thoughts, and cheat the And waste their hours to hear a mortal prate; way, They must abroad before the rising sun, Describ'd the nations that beneath them lay; And hie 'em to the seas : there's mischief to be The name, the climate, and the soil's increase, done.
Their arms in war, their government in peace ; Excuse my plainness, sir, but business stands, Show'd their domestic arts, their foreign trade, And we have storms and shipwrecks on our What int’rest they pursu'd, what leagues they hands.
made. He ended frowning, and the noisy rout The sweet discourse so charm'd Porsenna's ear, Each to his several cell went passing out; That, lost in joy, he had no time for fear. But Zephyr, far more courteous than the rest, From Scandinavia's cold inclement waste, To his own bower convey'd the royal guest; O'er wide Germania's various realms they There on a bed of roses neatly laid,
past; Beneath the fragrance of a myrtle shade, And now on Albion's fields suspend their toil, His limbs to needful rest the prince applied, And hover for a while, and bless the soil. His sweet companion slumb'ring by his side. O'er the gay scene the prince delighted hung,
And gaz'd in rapture, and forgot his tongue ; Book II.
Till bursting forth at length, Behold, cried he,
The promisd isle, the land I long'd to see; No sooner in her silver chariot rose
Those plains, those vales, and fruitful hills deThe ruddy Morn, than, sated with repose,
clare The prince address'd his host; the god awoke, My queen, my charmer must inhabit there. And leaping from his couch, thus kindly spoke: Thus rav'd the monarch, and the gentle guide, This early call, my lord, that chides my stay Pleas'd with his error, thus in smiles replied: Requires my thanks, and I with joy obey; I must applaud, my lord, the lucky thought, Like you I long to reach the blissful coast, E'en I, who know th' original, am caught, Hate the slow night, and mourn the moments And doubt my senses, when I view the draught. lost.
The slow-ascending hill, the lofty, wood The bright Rosinda, loveliest of the fair That mantles o'er its brow; the silver flood, That crowd the princess' court, demands my Wand'ring in mazes through the flow'ry mead; care,
The herd that in the plenteous pastures feed; E'en now with fears and jealousies o'erborn, And every object, every scene excites Upbraids and call me cruel and forsworn; Fresh wonder in my soul, and fills with new What sweet rewards on all my toils attend,
delights : Serving at once my mistress and my friend! Dwells cheerful Plenty there, and learned Ease, Just to my love and to my duty too,
And art with nature seems at strife to please, Well paid in her, well pleas’d'in pleasing you. There Liberty, delightful goddess, reigns, This said, he led him to the cavern gate, Gladdens cach heart, and gilds the fertile And clasp'd him in his arms, and pois’d his plains ; weight:
There firmly seated may she ever smile, Then balancing his body here and there, And show'r her blessings o'er her fav'rite isle. Stretch'd forth his agile wings, and launch'd But see, the rising sun reproves our stay, in air ;
He said, and to the ocean wing'd his way; Swift as the fiery meteor from on high Stretching his course to climates then unknown, Shoots to its goal, and gleams athwart the sky. | Nations that swelter in the burning zone ;
There in Peruvian vales a moment staid, With fragrant blossoms these adorn the breast And smooth d his wings beneath the citron Those with officious zeal attend the guest ; shade.
Beneath his feet the silken carpet spread, Then swift his oary pinions plied again, Or sprinkle liquid odors o'er his head. Cross'd the new world, and sought the southern Others in ruby cups, with roses bound main;
Delightful! deal the sparkling nectar round; Where many a wet and weary league o’erpast, Or weave the dance, or tune the vocal lay; The wish-for paradise appear'd at last. The lyres resound, the merry minstrels play:
With force abated, now they gently sweep Gay health, and youthful joys o'erspread the O'er the smooth surface of the shining deep;
[face. The Dryads hail'd them from the distant shore, and swell each heart, and triumph in each The Nereids play'd around, the Tritons swam So when embolden'd by the vernal air, before;
The busy bees to blooming fields repair ; While soft Favonius their arrival greets, For various use employ their chymic pow'r ; And breathes his welcome in a thousand sweets. One culls the snowy pounce, one sucks the Nor pale Disease, nor health-consuming Care, flow'r: Nor Wrath, nor foul Revenge, can enter there: Again to diffrent works returning home, No rapor's foggy gloom imbrowns the sky, Some steeve the honey, some erect the comb;} No tempests rage, no angry lightnings fly; All for the general good in concert strive, But dews and soft refreshing airs are found, And every soul's in motion, every limb's alive. And pure etherial azure shines around.
And now descending from his fight, the god Whate'er the sweet Sabæan Isle can boast, On the green turf releas'd his precious load; Or Mecca's plains, or India's spicy coast; There, after mutual salutations past, What Hybla hills, or rich balia's fields, And endless friendship vow'd, they part in Or Aow'ry vale of fam'd Hymettus yields;
haste; Or what of old th' Hesperian orchard grac'd, Zephyr impatient to behold his love, [grove, All that was e'er delicious to the taste, The prince in raptures wand'ring through the Sweet to the smell, or lovely to the view, Now skipping on, and singing as he went, Collected there, with added beauty grew. Now stopping short, to give his transports vent, High-low'ring to the heavens, the trees are seen, With sudden gusts of happiness oppress’d, Their bulk immense, their leaf for ever green; Or stands intranc'd, or rave; like one possess'd; So closely interwove, the tell-tale sun
His mind afloat, his wand'ring senses quite Can ne'er descry the deeds beneath them done, O'ercome with charms, and frantic with deBut where by fits the sportive gales divide
light; Their tender tops, and fan the leaves aside. From scene to scene by random steps convey'd, Like a smooth carpet at their feet lies spread Admires the distant views, explores the secret The niatted grass, by bubbling fountains fed; shade, And on each bough the feather'd choir employ Dwells on each spot, with eager eye devours Their melting notes, and nought is heard but The woods, the lawns, the buildings, and the joy.
bow'rs; The painted flow'rs exhale a rich perfume, New sweets, new joys at ev'ry glance arise, The fruits are mingled with eternal bloom; And every turn creates a fresh surprise. And Spring and Autumn hand in hand appear, Close by the borders of a rising wood, Lead on the merry months, and join to clothe In a green vale a crystal grotto stood,
(pour'd, And o'er its sides, beneath a beechen shade, Here, o'er the mountain's shaggy summits In broken falls a silver fountain play'd. From rock to rock the tumbling torrent roard; Hither, attracted by the murmuring stream, While beauteous Iris, in the vale below, And cool recess, the pleas'd Porsenna came, Paints on the rising fumes her radiant bow: And on the tender grass reclining chose Now thro' the meads the mazy current stray'd, To wave his joys a while, and take a short reNow hid its wand'rings in the myrtle shade;
pose. Or in a thousand veins divides its store, The scene invites him, and the wanton breeze Visits each plant, refreshes every flow'r; That whispers thro' the vale, the dancing trees, O'er gems and golden sands in murmurs flows, The warbling birds, and rills that gently creep, And sweetly soothes the soul, and lulls to soft All join their music to prolong his sleep. repose.
The princess to her morning walk prepar'd; If hunger call, no sooner can the mind The female troops attend, a beauteous guard. Express her will to needful food inclin'd, Array'd in all her charms appeard the fair; But in some cool recess, or op'ning glade, Tall was her stature, unconfind her air; The seats are plac'd, the tables neatly laid, Proportion deck'd her limbs, and in her face And instantly convey'd by magic hand, Lay love enshrin'd, lay sweet attractive grace, In comely rows the costly dishes stand; Temp'ring the awful beams her eyes convey'd Meats of all kinds that nature can impart, And like a lambent Aame around her play'd. Prepar'd in all the nicest forms of art. No foreign aids, by mortal ladies worn, A troop of sprightly nymphs array'd in green, From shells and rocks her artless charms adorn With How'ry chaplets crown'd, come scudding for grant that beauty were by gems increasid, in.
"Tis render'd more suspected at the least;