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And foul defects, that would escape the sight, The prince laugh'd inwardly, surpris'd to Start from the piece, and take a stronger light.

find Her chesnut hair in careless rings around So strange a speech, so innocent a mind. Her temples wav'd, with pinks and jes’mine The compliment indeed did some offence crown'd,

To reason, and a little wrong d her sense ; And gather'd in a silken cord behind, He could not let it pass, but told his name, Curl'd to the waist, and foated in the wind; And what he was, and whence, and why he O'er these a veil of yellow gauze she wore,

came, With emeralds and gold embroider'd o’er. And hinted other things of high concern Her snowy neck half naked 10 the view For him 10 mention, and for her to learn; Gracefully fell; a robe of purple hue

And she'd a piercing wit, of wondrous reach Hung loosely o'er her slender shape, and tried To comprehend whatever he could teach. To shade those beauties, that it could not hide. Thus hand in hand they to the palace walk,

The damsels of her train with mirth and song Pleas’d and instructed with each other's talk. Frolic bebind, and laugh and sport along.

Here should I tell the furniture's expense, The birds proclaim their queen from every tree, And all the structure's vast magnificence, The beasts run frisking through the groves to see; Describe the walls of shining sapphire made, The loves, the pleasures, and the graces meet With emeralds and pearl the floors inlaid, In antic rounds, and dance before her feet. And how the vaunted canopies unfold By whate'er fancy led, it chanc'd that day A mimic heaven, and fame with gems and They through the secret valley took their way, gold ; And to the crystal grot advancing, spied

Or how Felicity regales her guest, The prince extended by the fountain's side. The wit, the mirth, the music, and the feast ; He look'd as by some skilful hand express'd And on each part beslow the praises due, Apollo's youthful form retir’d to rest, [wood Twould tire the writer, and the reader too. When with the chase fatigu'd he quits the My amorous tale a softer path pursues ; For Pindus' vale, and Aganippe's flood; Love and the happy pair demand my muse. There sleeps secure, his careless limbs display'd O could her art in equal terms express At ease, encircled by the laurel shade; The lives they lead, the pleasures they possess ! Beneath his head his sheaf of arrows lie, Fortune had ne'er so plenteously before His bow unbent, hangs negligently by: Bestow'd her gifts, nor can she lavish more. The slumb’ring prince might boast an equal 'Tis heaven itself, 'tis ecstasy of bliss, grace,

Uninterrupted joy, untir'd excess! So turn'd his limbs, so beautiful his face. Mirth following mirth, the moments dance Waking he started from the ground in haste, away! And saw the beauteous choir around him plac'd; Love claims the night, and Friendship rules the Then summoning his senses, ran to meet

day. The queen, and laid him humbly at her feet. Their tender care no cold indifference knows; Deign, lovely princess, to behold, said he, No jealousies disturb their sweet repose; One who has travell'd all the world to see No sickness, no decay; but youthful grace Those charms, and worship thy divinity; And constant beauty shines in either face. Accept thy slave, and with a gracious smile, Benumbing age may mortal charms invade, Excuse his rashness, and reward his toil. Flow'rs of a day that do but bloom and fade; Stood motionless the fair, with mute surprise, Far different here, on them it only blows And read him over with admiring eyes ; The lily's white, and spreads the blushing And while she gaz'd, a pleasing smart Ran thrilling through her veins and reach'd No conquest o'er those radiant eyes can boast, her heart.

They, like the stars, shine brighter in its Each limb she scann'd, consider'd every grace, frost; And sagely judgʻd him of the phonix race. Nor fear its rigor, nor its rule obey; An animal like this she ne'er had known, All seasons are the same, and ev'ry month is And thence concluded there could be but one; May. The creature too had all the phenix air, Alas! how rain is happiness below! None but the phenix could appear so fair. Man soon or late must have his share of woe: The more she look'd, the more she thought it Slight are his joys, and Meeting as the wind; true,

His griefs wound home, and leave a suing beAnd cal'd him by that name, to show she knew. hind; O handsome phonix, for that such you are His lot distinguish'd from the brute appears Weknow; your beauty does your breed declare; Less certain by his laughter than his teas; And I with sorrow own through all my coast For ignorance too oft our pleasure breeds, No other bird can such perfection boasi ; But sorrow from the reasoning soul proceeds. For nature form’d you single and alone; If man on earth in endless bliss could be, Alas! what pity 'tis there is but one ! The boon, young prince, had been bestow d ou Were there a queen so fortunate to shew An aviary of charning birds like you, Bright shone thy stars, thy fortune flourish'd What envy would her happiness create

fair, Iu all who saw the glories of her state ! And seem'd secure beyond the reach of care ;

rose.

thee;

fast.

own

And so might still have been, but anxious She sunk into his arms: the prince was mov'd, thought

Felt all her griefs, for still he greatly lov'd. Has dash'd thy cup, and thou must taste the He sigh’d, he wish'd he could forget his throne, draught.

Confine his thoughts, and live for her alone; It so befel, as on a certain day

But glory shot him deep, the venom'd dart This happy couple toy'd their time away, Was fix'd within, and rankled at his heart; He ask'd how many charming hours had flown He could not hide his wounds, but pin'd away Since on her slave her heaven of beauty shone. Like a sick flow'r, and languish'd in decay. Should I consult my heart, cried he, the rate Felicity was griev'd, and could not bear Were small, a week would be the utmost date: A scene so chang’d, a sight of so much care. But when my mind reflects on actions past, She told him with a look of cold disdain, And counts its joys, time must have fled more And seeming ease, as women well can feign,

He might depart at will : a milder air Perhaps I might have said three months are Would mend his health; he was no pris'ner gone.

there; Three months! replied the fair, three months She kept him not, and wish'd he ne'er might alone?

Cause to regret the place he left behind; [find Know that three hundred years have roll'daway, which once he lov'd, and where he still must Since at my feet the lovely phenix lay. Three hundred years! re-echo'd back the prince, He had at least some little pleasure known. A whole three hundred years completed since If these prophetic words a while destroy I landed here! O! whither then are flown His peace, the former balance is in joy. My dearest friends, my subjects, and my throne? He thank'd her for her kind concern, but How strange, alas ! how alter'd shall I find

chose Each earthly thing, each scene I left behind ! To quit the place, the rest let heav'n dispose. Who knows me now? on whom shall I depend? For fate, on mischiefs bent, perverts the will, To gain my rights, where shall I find a friend? And first infatuates whom it means to kill. My crown perhaps may grace a foreign line, Aurora now, not as she wont to rise, A race of kings that know not me or mine; In gay attire, ting'd with a thousand dyes, Who reigns may wish my death, his subjects But sober-sad, in solemn state appears, treat

Clad in a dusky veil, bedew'd with tears. My claims with scorn, and call their prince a Thick mantling clouds beneath her chariot cheat.

spread, O had my life been ended as begun !

A faded wreath hangs drooping from her head. My destin'd stage, my race of glory run, The sick'ning sun emits a feeble ray, I should have died well pleas’d, my honor'd name Half drown'd in fogs, and struggling into day. Had liv'd, had Aourish'd in the list of fame. Some black event the threat'ning skies foretell: Reflecting now, my mind with horror sees Porsenna rose to take his last farewell. The sad survey, a scene of shameful ease, A curious vest the mournful princess brought, The odious blot, the scandal of my race An armour by the Lemnian artist wrought, Scarce known, and only mention’d with dis-. A shining lance with secret virtue stord, grace.

And of resistless force a magic sword; The fair beheld him with impatient eye, Caparisons and gems of wondrous price, And red with anger made this warm reply- And loaded him with gifts and good advice; Ungrateful man! is this the kind return But chief she gave, and what he most would My love deserves ? and can you thus with scorn need Reject what once you priz'd; what once you The fleetest of her stud, a flying steed. swore

The swift Grifippo, said th' afflicted fair, Sarpass'd all charms, and made e'en glory poor? (Such was the courser's name) with speed shall What gifts have I bestow'd, what favors shown! bear, Made you partaker of my bed and throue; And place you safely in your native air, Three centuries preserv'd in youthful prime, Assist against the foe with matchless might, Safe from the rage of death, and injuries of Ravage the field, and turn the doubtful fight; time :

With care protect you till the danger cease, Weak arguments! for glory reigns above Your trust in war, your ornainent in peace. The feeble ties of gratitude and love.

But this, I warn, beware, whate'er shall lay I urge them not, nor would request your stay, To intercept your course, or tempt your stay, The phantom glory calls, and I obey; Quit not your saddle, nor your speed abate, All other virtues are regardless quite,

Till safely landed at your palace gate. Sunk and absorb'd in that superior light. On this alone depends your weal or woe; Go then, barbarian, to thy realms return; Such is the will of fate, and so the gods foreAnd show thyself unworthy my concern;

show. Go tell the world, your tender heart could give He in the softest terms repaid her love, Death to the princess by whose care you live, And vow'd nor age nor absence should remove

At this a deadly pale her cheeks o'erspread, His constant faith, and sure she should not Cold trembling seiz'd her limbs, her spirits blame fled;

A short divorce due to his injur'd fame.

come

fast;

too sure.

mourn

The debt discharg‘d, then should her soldier | Through all the world in vain for ages sought,

[home; But fate has doom'd thee now, and thou art Gay from the field, and Aush'd with conquest, caught. With equal ardor her affection meet,

Then round his neck his arms he nimbly cast, And lay his laurels at his mistress' feet. And seiz'd him by the throat, and grasp'd him He ceas'd, and sighing took a kind adieu ; Then urg'd his steed; the fierce Grifippo Aew Till forc'd at length the soul forsook its seat, With rapid force, outstripp'd the lagging wind, And the pale breathless corse fell bleeding at And left the blissful shores, and weeping fair

his feet. behind;

Scarce had the cursed spoiler left his prey, Now o'er the seas pursu'd his airy flight, When, so it chanc'd, young Zephyr passid that Now scour'd the plains, and climbid the moun- way; tain's height.

[run Too late his presence to assist his friend, Thus driving on at speed, the prince had | A sad, but helpless witness of his end. Near half his course, when, with the setting He chafes, and fans, and strives in vain to cure sun,

His streaming wounds; the work was done As through a lonely lane he chanc'd to ride, With rocks and bushes fenc'd on either side, Now lightly with a soft embrace uprears He spied a waggon full of wings, that lay The lifeless load, and bathes it in his tears ; Broke and o'erturn'd across the narrow way:

Then to the blissful seats with speed conveys, The helpless driver on the dirty road

And graceful on the mossy carpet lays, Lay struggling crush'd beneath th' incumbent With decent care, close by the fountain's side Never in human shape was seen before [load. Where first the princess had her phenix spied. A wight so pale, so feeble, and so poor, There with sweet flowers his lovely limbs he Comparisons of age would do him wrong,

strew'd, For Nestor's self if plac'd by him were young. And gave a parting kiss, and sighs and tears His limbs were naked all, and worn so thin,

bestow'd. The bones seem'd starting through the parch- To that sad solitude the weeping dame, ment skin;

(weak, Wild with her loss, and swoln with sorrow, His eyes half drown'd in rheum, his accents came; Bald was his head, and furrow'd was his cheek. There was she wont to vent her griefs and The conscious steed stopt short in deadly fright,

Those dear delights that must no more return. And back recoiling stretch'd his wings for Thither that morn with more than usual care flight;

She sped, but 0, what joy to find him there, While thus the wretch with supplicating tone, As just arriv'd, and weary with the way, And rueful face, began his piteous moan; Retir'd to soft repose her hero lay. And, as he spake, the tears ran trickling down: Now near approaching she began to creep O gentle youth, if pity e'er inclined

With careful steps, loath to disturb his sleep: Thy soul to gen'rous deed, if e'er thy mind Till quite o'ercome with tenderness she flew Was touch'd with soft distress, extend thy care And round his neck her arms in transport To saye an old man's life, and ease the load I threw. bear.

But when she found him dead, no tongue can So may propitious heaven your journey speed, The pangs she felt; she shriek’d, and swoonProlong your days, and all your vows succeed. Mov'd with the pray’r the kind Porsenna Waking, with loud laments she pierc'd the skies, staid,

And fill'd th' affrighted forest with her cries, Too nobly minded to refuse his aid; That fatal hour the palace gates she barrd, And, prudence yielding to superior grief,

And fix'd around the coast a stronger guard ; Leapt from his steed, and ran to his relief; Now rare appearing, and at distance seen, Remov'd the weight, and gave the pris'ner With crowds of black misfortunes plac'd bebreath,

tween, Just choak'd and-gasping on the verge of death, Mischiefs of every kind, corroding care, Then reach'd his hand, when lightly with a And fears, and jealousies, and dark despair : bound

And since that day (the wretched world must The grizly spectre, vaulting from th' ground,

[known) Seiz'd him with sudden gripe; th' astonish’a These mournful truths by sad experience prince

No mortal e'er enjoy'd that happy clime, Stood horror-struck, and thoughtless of de- And every thing on earth submits to Time.

fence O King of Russia l with a thund'ring sound

SONNETS, BY SMITH. Bellow'd the ghastly fiend, at length thou’rt found;

$ 130. To the Moon. Receive the ruler of mankind, and know, Queen of the silver bow! by thy pale bean, My name is Time, thy ever dreaded foe. (see Alone and pensive I delight to stray,

These feet are founder'd, and the wings you and watch thy shadow trembling in the stream, Worn to the pinions in pursuit of thee; Or mark the floating clouds that cross thy way.

(tell

ing fell.

own

eye

And while I gaze, thy mild and placid light And points my wishes to that tranquil shore,

Sheds a soft calm upon my troubled breast; Where the pale spectre Care pursues no more. And oft I think, fair planet of the night!

That in thy orb the wretched may have rest; The sufferers of the earth perhaps may go,

§ 134. To Night. Releas’d by death, to thy benignant sphere; I love thee, mournful sober-suited night, And the sad children of despair and woe

When the faint moon, yet lingering in her Forget, in thee, their cup of sorrow here.

wane, 0! that I soon may reach thy world serene,

And veil'd in clouds, with pale uncertain light Poor wearied pilgrim—in this toiling scene! Hangs o'er the waters of the restless main.

In deep depression sunk, th' enfeebled mind $ 131. On the Departure of the Nightingale.

Will to the deaf, cold elements complain,

And tell th' embosom'd grief, however vain, SWEET poet of the woods—a long adieu !

To sullen surges and the viewless wind :
Farewell, soft minstrel of the early year!
Ah! 'twill be long ere thou shalt sing anew,

Tho' no repose on thy dark breast I find,

I still enjoy thee, cheerless as thou art; And pour thy music on the night's dull

For in thy quiet gloom th' exhausted heart ear.'

Is calm, tho wretched; hopeless, yet resign'd: Whether on spring thy wandering flights await, while to the winds and waves its sorrows giren,

Or whether silent in our groves you dwell, The pensive muse shall own thee for her mate,

May reach—though lost on earth-the ear of

Heaven!
And still protect the song she loves so well.
With cautious step the love-lorn youth shall
glide

[nest,

$ 135. To Tranquillity. Thro' the lone brake that shades thy inossy In this tumultuous sphere, for thee unfit, And shepherd girls from eyes profane shall hide How seldom art thou found, Tranquillity!

The gentle bird, who sings of pity best: Unless 'tis when with mild and downcast For still thy voice shall soft affections move, And still be dear to sorrow and to love! By the low cradles thou delight'st to sit

of sleeping infants, watching the soft breath, $ 132. Written at the Close of Spring. And bidding the sweet slumberers easy lie, The garlands fade that Spring so lately wove,

Or sometimes hanging o'er the bed of death, Each simple flow'r which she had nurs'd in Where the poor languid sufferer hopes to die. dew,

O beauteous sister of the halcyon peace! Anemonies, that spangled every grove,

I sure shall find thee in that heavenly scene The primrose wan, and hare bell mildly blue. Where care and anguish shall their power No more shall violets linger in the dell,

resign;

[cease ; Or purple orchis variegate the plain,

Where hope alike and rain regret shall Till spring again shall call forth every bell,

And Memory, lost in happiness serene, And dress with humid hands her wreaths Repeat 10 more-that misery has been mine!

again.Ah! poor humanity! so frail, so fair, Are the fond visions of thy early day,

§ 136. Written in the Churchyard at Middleton

in Susser. Till tyrant passion and corrosive care Bid all thy fairy colours fade away!

Press'd by the Moon, mute arbitress of tides, Another May new buds and Aow'rs shall While the loud equinox its power combines, bring;

The sea no more its swelling surge confines, Ah! why has happiness-no second Spring?

But o'er the shrinking land sublimely rides.

The wild blast, rising from the western cave, § 133. Should the lone Wunderer.

Drives the huge billows from their heaving

bed: SHOULD the lone wanderer, fainting on his Tears from their grassy tombs the village dead,

And breaks the silent sabbath of the grave! Rest for a moment of the sultry hours,

With shells and sea-weed mingled, on the shore, And tho' his path thro' thorns and roughness Lo! their bones whiten in the frequent lay,

wave, Pluck the wild rose, or woodbine's gadding But vain to them the winds and waters rave:

flow'rs; Weaving gay wreaths, beneath some sheltering While I am duom'd, by life's long storm op

They hear the warring elements no more: tree,

prest, The sense of sorrow he a while may lose; So have I sought thy flow'rs, fair Poesy !

To gaze with envy on their gloomy rest. So charm'd my way with Friendship

and the Muse.

$ 137. Written at Penthurst, in Autumn, 1788. But darker grows life's unhappy day,

Ye tow'rs sublime, deserted now and drear, Dark with new clouds of evil yet to come: Ye woods, deep sighing to the hollow blast, Her pencil sickening Fancy throws away, The musing wanderer loves to linger near,

And weary Hope reclines upon the tomb; While history points to all your glories past :

way,

And startling from their haunts the timid deer, Now, while the demons of despair and death

To trace the walks obscured by matted fern, Ride on the blast, and urge the howling storm! Which Waller’s soothing lyre were wont to Lo! by the lightning's momentary blaze, hear,

I see him rise the whitening waves above, But where now clamors the discordant hern! No longer such as when in happier days The spoiling hand of time inay overturn He gave th' enchanted hours to me and love:

These lofty battlements, and quite deface The fading canvass whence we love to learn

Such as when daring the enchafed sea, Sydney's keen look, and Sacharissa's grace; That every peril, one soft smile from me,

And coarting dangerous toil, he often said, Sav'd by th' historic page, the poet's tender lay! One sigh of speechless tenderness, o'erpaid :

But dead, disfigured, while between the roar

Of the loud waves his accents pierce mide ear, $ 138. Elegy.

And seem to say—Ah, wretch! delay no more, • Dark gathering clouds involve the threat. But come, unhappy mourner-meet me here.

ening skies, The sea heaves conscious of th' impending Still let me hear hiin! -"Tis already past;

Yet, powerful fancy, bid the phantom stay, gloom, Deep hollow murmurs from the cliffs arise ;

Along the waves his shadow glides away, They come-the spirits of the tempest come!

I lose his voice amid the deafening blast. 0! inay such terrors mark th' approaching He hears not, comes not from his wat'ry bed;

Ah! wild illusion, born of frantic pain! night As reign d on that these streaming eyes de- My tears, my anguish, my despair are vain, plore!

Th’ insatiate ocean gives not up its dead. Flash, ye red fires of heaven, with fatal light, 'Tis not his voice! Hark! the deep thunders And with conflicting winds, ye waters, roar!

roll! Loud and more loud, ye foaming billows, Upheaves the ground; the rocky barriers fail; burst!

Approach, ye horrors that delight my soal, Ye warring elements more fiercely rave !

Despair, and Death, and Desolation, hail!' Till the wide waves o'erwhelm the spot ac- The ocean hears-th' embodied waters come, curst

Rise o'er the land, and with resistless sweep. Where ruthless Avarice finds a quiet grave! Tear from its base the proud aggressor's tomb, Thus with clasp'd hands, wild looks, and And bear the injur'd to eternal sleep!

streaming hair, While shrieks of horror broke her trembling speech,

$ 139. Elegy to Pity. Anox. A wretched maid, the victim of despair, Survey'd the threatening storm and 'desert Hail, lovely Pow'r! whose bosom heaves the beach.

sigh,

When Fancy paints the scene of deep disThen to the tomb where now the father slept

tress; Whose rugged nature bad her sorrows flow,

Whose tears spontaneous crystallize the eye, Franticsheturn'd-andbeat her breast and wept,

When rigid Fate denies the pow'r to bless. Invoking vengeance on the dust below.

Not all the sweets Arabia's gales convey Lo! rising there above each humble heap,

From Aow'ry meads, can with that sigh Yon cipher'd stones his name and wealth

compare : relate,

Not dew-drops glittering in the morning ray Who gave his son, remorseless, to the deep,

Seem near so beauteous as that falling tear. While I, his living victim, curse my fate.

Devoid of fear, the fawns around thee play; O my lost love ! no tomb is plac'd for thee, That may to strangers' eyes thy worth impart! No blood-stain'd traces mark thy blameless

Emblem of peace, the dove before thee fies; Thou hast no grave but in the stormy sea,

way, And no memorial but this breaking heart.

Beneath thy feet no hapless insect dies. Forth to the world a widow'd wanderer driven, Come, lovely nymph! and range the mead I pour to winds and waves th' unheeded tear; Try with vain effort to submit to heaven, And fruitless call on him -- who cannot

To spring the partridge from the guileful hear."

From secret snares the struggling bird to free, O might I fondly clasp him once again, And stop the hand uprais d to give the blow. While o'er my head th' infuriate billows pour, And when the air with heat meridian glows, Forget in death this agonizing pain, And feel his father's cruelty no more!

And nature droops beneath the conquering

gleam, Part, raging waters! part, and show beneath, Let us, slow wandering where the current In your dread caves his pale and mangled flows, form;

Save sinking flies that float along the stream:

with me,

foe,

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