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* Thou who hast taught me to forgive the ill,

And recompense as friends the good misled ; If mercy be a precept of thy will,

Return that mercy on thy servant's head.

And now four days the Sun had seen our woes :

Four nights the Moon beheld th' incessant tiro ·
It seem'd as if the stars more sickly rose,

And further from the feverish North retire.

* Or if my heedless youth has stepp'd astray, In th’empyrean Heaven, the bless'd abode, Too soon forgetful of thy gracious hand ;

The thrones and the dominions prostrate lie,
On me alone thy just displeasure lay,

Not daring to behold their angry God;
But take thy judgments from this mourning land. And an hush'd silence damps the tuneful sky.

*We all have sinn'd, and thou hast laid us low, Al length th’ Almighty cast a pitying eye,

As humble earth from whence at first we came : And mercy softly touch'd his melting breast : Like flying shades before the clouds we show, He saw the town's one-half in rubbish lie,

And shrink like parchment in consuming flame. And eager flames drive on to storm the rest. "O let it be enough what thou hast done; (street, An hollow crystal pyramid he takes,

When spotted Deaths ran arm'd through every In firmamental waters dipt above : With poison d darts which not the good could shun, Of it a broad extinguisher he makes,

The speedy could outfly, or valiant meet. And hoods the flames that to their quarry drove.

- The living few, and frequent funerals then, The vanquish'd Fires withdraw from every place,

Proclaim'd thy wrath on this forsaken place; Or full with feeding sink into a sleep:
And now those few who are return’d again, Each household genius shows again his face,

Thy searching judgments to their dwellings trace. And from the hearths the little Lares creep.
=0 pass not, Lord, an absolute decree,

Our king this more than natural change beholds ; Or bind thy sentence unconditional:

With sober joy his heart and eyes abound :
But in thy sentence our remorse foresee,

To the All-good his listed hands he folds,
And in that foresight this thy doom recall. And thanks him low on his redeemed ground.

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* Thy threatenings, Lord, as thine thou may’st re- As when sharp frosts had long constraind the earth, voke:

A kindly thaw unlocks it with cold rain ; Bat if immutable and fix'd they stand,

And first the tender blade peeps up to birth, (grain: Continue still thyself to give the stroke,

And straight the green fields laugh with promis'd And let not foreign foes oppress thy land.”

By such degrees the spreading gladness grew
Th' Eternal heard, and from the heavenly quire In every heart which fear had froze before :

Chose out the cherub with the flaming sword; The standing streets with so much joy they view,
And bade him swiftly drive th' approaching Fire That with less grief the perish'd they deplore.
From where our naval magazines were stor’d.

The father of the people open'd wide
The blessed minister his wings display'd,

His stores, and all the poor with plenty fed :
And like a shooting star he cleft the night: Thus God's anointed God's own place supplied,
He charg'd the flames, and those that disobey'd And fill'd the empty with his daily bread.
He lash'd to duty with his sword of light.

This royal bounty brought its own reward,
The fugitive Flames, chastis'd, went forth to prey And in their minds so deep did print the sense,

On pious structures, by our fathers rear'd ; That if their ruins sadly they regard,
By which to Heaven they did affect the way, 'Tis but with fear the sight might drive him thence.
Ere faith in churchmen without works was heard.

But so may he live long, that town to sway,
The wanting orphans saw, with watery eyes,

Which by his auspice they will nobler make, Their founders' charity in dust laid low;

As he will hatch their ashes by his stay, And sent to God their ever-answer'd cries,

And not their humble ruins now forsake.
For he protects the poor, who made them so.

They have not lost their loyalty by fire ;
Nor could thy fabric, Paul's, defend thee long,
Though thou wert sacred to thy Maker's praise : That from his wars they poorly would retire,

Nor is their courage or their wealth so low,
Though made immortal by a poet's song;

Or beg the pity of a vanquish'd foe.
And poets' songs the Theban walls could raise.
The daring flames peep'd in, and saw from far

Not with more constancy the Jews, of old
The awful beauties of the sacred quire :

By Cyrus from rewarded exile sent, But, since it was profan'd by civil war,

Their royal city did in dust behold,
Hearn thought it fit to have it purg'd by fire.

Or with more vigor to rebuild it went.
Now down the narrow streets it swiftly came, The utmost malice of the stars is past, (town,

And widely opening did on both sides prey: And two dire comets, which have scourg'd the
This benefit we sadly owe the flame,

In their own plague and fire have breath'd the last, If only ruin must enlarge our way.

Or dimly in their sinking sockets frown.


Now frequent trines the happier lights among,

And high-raised Jove from his dark prison freed, Those weights took off that on his planet hung,

Will gloriously the new-laid work succeed.


Methinks already from this chymic flame,

'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won I see a city of more precious mould:

By Philip's warlike son : Rich as the town which gives the Indies name,

Aloft in awful state With silver pav'd, and all divine with gold.

The godlike hero sate

On his imperial throne:

His valiant peers were plac'd around; Already laboring with a mighty fate,

Their brows with roses and with myrtles bound: She shakes the rubbish from her mounting brow,

(So should desert in arms be crown'd) And seems to have renew'd her charter's date, Which Heaven will to the death of Time allow. The lovely Thais, by his side,

Sate, like a blooming eastern bride,

In flower of youth and beauty's pride.
More great than human now, and more august, Happy, happy, happy pair!
Now deified she from her fires does rise :

None but the brave,
Her widening streets on new foundations trust,

None but the brave, And opening into larger parts she flies.

None but the brave deserves the fair.

CHORUS Before she like some shepherdess did show,

Happy, happy, happy pair ! Who sat to bathe her by a river's side;

None but the brave, Not answering to her fame, but rude and low,

None but the brave, Nor laught the beauteous arts of modern pride.

None but the brave deserves the fair.

Timotheus, plac'd on high Now like a maiden queen she will behold,

Amid the tuneful quire, From her high turrets, hourly suitors come ;

With flying fingers touch'd the lyre : The East with incense, and the West with gold,

The trembling notes ascend the sky, Will stand like suppliants to receive her doom.

And heavenly joys inspire.

The song began from Jove, The silver Thames, her own domestic flood,

Who left his blissful seats above, Shall bear her vessels like a sweeping train;

(Such is the power of mighty love.) And often wind, as of his mistress proud,

A dragon's fiery form belied the god, With longing eyes to meet her face again.

Sublime on radiant spires he rode,

When he to fair Olympia press'd,

And while he sought her snowy breast : The wealthy Tagus, and the wealthier Rhine,

Then, round her slender waist he curl'a, (world The glory of their towns no more shall boast,

And stamp'd an image of himself, a sovereign of the And Seyne, that would with Belgian rivers join,

The listening crowd admire the lofty sound, Shall find her lustre stain'd, and traffic lost.

A present deity, they shout around :
A present deity, the vaulted roofs rebound:

With ravish'd ears
The venturous merchant, who design'd more far,

The monarch hears,
And touches on our hospitable shore,
Charm'd with the splendor of this northern star,

Assumes the god,
Shall here unlade him, and depart no more.

Affects to nod,
And seems to shake the spheres.

Our powerful navy shall no longer meet,

With ravish'd ears
The wealth of France or Holland to invade;

The monarch hears,
The beauty of this town without a fleet,
From all the world shall vindicate her trade.

Assumes the god,

Affects to nod,

And seems to shake the spheres. And while this fam'd emporium we prepare,

The British ocean shall such triumphs boast, The praise of Bacchus then the sweet musician sung: That those, who now disdain our trade to share,

Of Bacchus ever fair and ever young:
Shall rob like pirates on our wealthy coast.

The jolly god in triumph comes ;
Sound the trumpets ; beat the drums;

Flush'd with a purple grace,
Already we have conquer'd half the war,

He shows his honest face ; And the less dangerous part is left behind :

Now give the hautboys breath: he comes, he comes Our trouble now is but to make them dare,

Bacchus, ever fair and young, And not so great to vanquish as to find.

Drinking joys did first ordain;

Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Thus to the eastern wealth through storms we go, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure. But now, the Cape once doubled, fear no more ;

Rich the treasure, A constant trade-wind will securely blow,

Sweet the pleasure; And gently lay us on the spicy shore.

Sweet is pleasure after pain.

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At length, with love and wine at once oppressid, Bacchus' blessings are a treasure,

The vanquish'd victor sunk upon her breast.
Drinking is the soldier's pleasure;

Now strike the golden lyre again :
Rich the treasure,
Sweet the pleasure ;

A louder yot, and yet a louder strain.

Break his bands of sleep asunder, Sweet is pleasure after pain.

And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Sooth'd wit the sound, the king grew vain ;

Hark, hark, the horrid sound Fought all his battles o'er again;

Has rais'd up his head !
(the slain.

As awak'd from the dead,
And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew
The master saw the madness rise ;

And, amaz’d, he stares around.
His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes ;

Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries,

See the Furies arise :
And, while he Heaven and Earth defied,

See the snakes that they rear,
Chang'd his hand, and check'd his pride.
He chose a mournful Muse,

How they hiss in their hair,
Soft pity to infuse :

And the sparkles that flash from their eyes! He sung Darius great and good,

Behold a ghastly band,

Each a torch in his hand !
By too severe a fate,
Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen,

Those are Grecian ghosts, that in battle were slain,

And unburied remain
Fallen from his high estate,
And weltering in his blood ;

Inglorious on the plain :
Deserted, at his utmost need,

Give the vengeance due

To the valiant crew.
By those his former bounty fed :
On the bare earth expos'd he lies,

Behold how they loss their torches on high,
With not a friend to close his eyes.

How they point to the Persian abodes, With downcast looks the joyless victor sate,

And glittering temples of their hostile gods.
Revolving in his alter'd soul

The princes applaud, with a furious joy ;
The various turns of Chance below;

And the king seiz'd a flambeau with zeal to destroy,

Thais led the way,
And, now and then, a sigh he stole;

To light him to his prey,
And tears began to flow.

And, like another Helen, fir'd another Troy
Revolving in his alter'd soul

The various turns of Chance below;

And the king seized a flambeau with zeal to destroy;
And, now and then, a sigh he stole;

Thais led the way,
And tears began to flow.

To light him to his prey,

And, like another Helen, fir'd another Troy.
The mighty master smil'd, to see
That love was in the next degree :
Twas but a kindred sound to move,

Thus, long ago,
For pity melts the mind to love.

Ere heaving bellows learn'd to blow, Sofy sweet, in Lydian measures,

While organs yet were mute; Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures,

Timotheus, to his breathing Aute, War, he sung, is toil and trouble ;

And sounding lyre,

Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire. Honor but an empty bubble;

At last divine Cecilia came,
Never ending, still beginning,

Inventress of the vocal frame;
Fighting still, and still destroying ;
If the world be worth thy winning,

The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store,
Think, O think, it worth enjoying:

Enlarg’d the former narrow bounds,

And added length to solemn sounds,
Lovely Thais sits beside thee,

With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before.
Take the good the gods provide thee.
The many rend the skies with loud applause ;

Let old Timotheus yield the prize,

Or both divide the crown;
So Love was crown'd, but Music won the cause.

He rais'd a mortal to the skies ;
The prince, unable to conceal his pain,
Gaz'd on the fair

She drew an angel down.
Who caus'd his care,

And sigh'd and look'd, sigh'd and look'd,
Sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd again :

At last divine Cecilia came,
At length, with love and wine at once oppress'd, Inventress of the vocal frame;
The vanquish'd victor sunk upon her breast. The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store,

Enlarg'd the former narrow bounds,

And added length to solemn sounds,
The prince, unable to conceal his pain, With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before.
Gaz'd on the fair

Let old Timotheus yield the prize,
Who caus'd his care,

Or both divide the crown;
And sigh'd and look’d, sigh'd and look'd,

He rais'd a mortal to the skies ; Sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd again :

She drew an angel down.

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Let fall some drops of pity on our grief,
PALAMON AND ARCITE: If what we beg be just, and we deserve relief:

For none of us, who now thy grace implore,

But held the rank of sovereign queen before ;

Till, thanks to giddy Chance, which never bears Воок І

That mortal bliss should last for length of years,

She cast us headlong from our high estate,
In days of old, there liv’d, of mighty fame, And here in hope of thy return we wait:
A valiant prince, and Theseus was his name: And long have waited in the temple nigh,
A chief, who more in feats of arms excell’d, Built to the gracious goddess Clemency.
The rising nor the setting Sun beheld.

But reverence thou the power whose name it bears,
Of Athens he was lord ; much land he won, Relieve th' oppress'd, and wipe the widow's tears.
And added foreign countries to his crown. I, wretched I, have other fortunes seen,
In Scythia with the warrior queen he strove,

The wife of Capaneus, and once a queen: Whom first by force he conquered, then by love; At Thebes he fell, curst be the fatal day! He brought in triumph back the beauteous dame, And all the rest thou seest in this array With whom her sister, fair Emilia, came.

To make their moan, their lords in battle lost With honor to his home let Theseus ride,

Before that town, besieg'd by our confederate host: With Love to friend, and Fortune for his guide, But Creon, old and impious, who commands And his victorious army at his side.

The Theban city, and usurps the lands, I pass their warlike pomp, their proud array,

Denies the rites of funeral fires to those Their shouts, their songs, their welcome on the way. Whose breathless bodies yet he calls his foer. But, were it not too long, I would recite

Unburn'd, unburied, on a heap they lie; The feats of Amazons, the fatal fight

Such is their fate, and such his tyranny ; Betwixt the hardy queen and hero knight; No friend has leave to bear away the dead, The town besieg'd, and how much blood it cost But with their lifeless limbs his hounds are sed." The female army and th' Athcnian host;

At this she shriek'd aloud ; the mournful train The spousals of Hippolita, the queen;

Echo'd her grief, and, grovelling on the plain, What tilts and tourneys at the feast were seen ; With groans, and hands upheld, to move his mind, The storm at their return, the ladies' fear: Besought his pity to their helpless kind ! But these, and other things, I must forbear.

The prince was touch'd, his tears began to flow, The field is spacious I design to sow,

And, as his tender heart would break in two, With oxen far unfit to draw the plow:

He sigh’d, and could not but their fate deplore. The remnant of my tale is of a length

So tch now, go fortunate before.
To tire your patience, and to waste my strength; Then lightly from his lofty steed he flew,
And trivial accidents shall be forborne,

And raising, one by one, the suppliant crew,
That others may have time to take their turn; To comfort each, full solemnly he swore,
As was at first enjoin'd us by mine host,

That by the faith which knights to knighthood bore,
That he whose tale is best, and pleases most, And whate'er else to chivalry belongs,
Should win his supper at our common cost.

He would not cease, till he reveng'd their wrongs : And therefore where I left, I will pursue That Greece should see performd what he declard; This ancient story, whether false or true,

And cruel Creon find his just reward. In hope it may be mended with a new.

He said no more, but, shunning all delay, The prince I mention'd, full of high renown, Rode on; nor enter'd Athens on his way: In this array drew near th’Athenian town; But left his sister and his queen behind, When, in his pomp and utmost of his pride, And wav'd his royal banner in the wind : Marching, he chanc'd to cast his eye aside, Where in an argent field the god of war And saw a choir of mourning dames, who lay Was drawn triumphant on his iron car; By two and two across the common way: Red was his sword, and shield, and whole attire, At his approach they rais'd a rueful cry,

And all the godhead seem'd to glow with fire ; And beat their breasts, and held their hands on high, Ev'n the ground glitter'd where the standard flew Creeping and crying, till they seiz'd at last And the green grass was dyed to sanguine hue. His courser's bridle, and his feet embrac'd. High on his pointed lance his pennon bore “Tell me,” said Theseus, “what and whence His Cretan fight, the conquer'd Minotaur:

The soldiers shout around with generous rage. you are, And why this funeral pageant you prepare ?

And in that victory their own presage. Is this the welcome of my worthy deeds, He prais'd their ardor; inly pleas'd to see To meet my triumph in ill-omen'd weeds? His host the flower of Grecian chivalry. Or envy you my praise, and would destroy All day he march'd ; and all th' ensuing night; With grief my pleasures, and pollute my joy? And saw the city with returning light. Or are you injur'd, and demand relief?

The process of the war I need not tell, Name your request, and I will ease your grief.” How Theseus conquer'd, and how Creon fell:

The most in years of all the mourning train Or after, how by storm the walls were won, Began (but swooned first away for pain);

Or how the victor sack'd and burn'd the town: Then scarce recover'd spoke: “Nor envy we How to the ladies he restor'd again Thy great renown, nor grudge thy victory; The bodies of their lords in battle slain : 'Tis thine, O king, th' afflicted to redress,

And with what ancient rites they were interrid; And Fame has fill'd the world with thy success : All these to fitter times shall be deferrid: We, wretched women, sue for that alone, I spare the widows' tears, their woful cries, Which of thy goodness is refus'd to none;

And howling at their husbands' obsequies ;

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How 'Theseus at these funerals did assist, Ev'n wondering Philomel forgot to sing,
And with what gifts the mourning dames dismiss'd. And learn'd from her to welcome in the Spring.

Thus when the victor chief bad Creon.slain, The tower, of which before was mention made,
And conquer d Thebes, he pitch'd upon the plain Within whose keep the captive knights were laid,
this miglity camp, and, when the day return'd, Built of a large extent, and strong withal,
The country wasted, and the hamlets burn'd, Was one partition of the palace wall :
And left the pillagers, to rapine bred,

The garden was inclos’d within the square,
Without control to strip and spoil the dead. Where young Emilia took the morning air.
There, in a heap of slain, among the rest

It happen'd Palamon, the prisoner knight,
Two youthful knights they found beneath a load Restless for woe, arose before the light,

And with his gaoler's leave desir'd to breathe
Of slaughter'd fues, whom first to death they sent, An air more wholesome than the damps beneath :
The trophies of their strength, a bloody monument. This granted, to the tower he took his way,
Both fair, and both of royal blood they seem'd, Cheer'd with the promise of a glorious day:
Whom kinsmen to the crown the heralds deem'd; Then cast a languishing regard around,
That day in equal arms they fought for fame; And saw with hateful eyes the temples crown'd
Their swords, their shields, their surcoats, were the With golden spires, and all the hostile ground.

He sigh'd, and turn'd his eyes, because he knew
Close by each other laid, they press'd the ground, 'Twas but a larger gaol he had in view:
Their manly bosoms piered with many a grisly Then look'd below, and, from the castle's height

Beheld a nearer and more pleasing sight,
Nor well alive, nor wholly dead, they were, The garden, which before he had not seen,
But some saint signs of feeble life appear: In Spring's new livery clad of white and green,
The wandering breath was on the wing to part, Fresh flowers in wide parterres, and shady walks
Weak was the pulse, and hardly heav'd the heart.

These two were sisters' sons; and Arcite one, This view'd, but not enjoy’d, with arms across
Much fam'd in fields, with valiant Palamon. He stood, reflecting on his country's loss;
From these their costly arms the spoilers rent, Himself an object of the public scorn,
And softly both convey'd to Theseus' tent:

And often wish'd he never had been born.
Whom, known of Creon's line, and cur'd with care, At last, for so his destiny requir'd,
He to his city sent as prisoners of the war, With walking giddy, and with thinking tir'd,
Hopeless of ransom, and condemn'd to lie He through a little window cast his sight,
In durance, doom'd a lingering death to die. Though thick of bars, that gave a scanty light:
This done, he march'd away with warlike sound, But ev'n that glimmering serv'd him to descry
And to his Athens turn'd with laurels crown'd, Th'inevitable charms of Emily.
Where happy long he liv'd, much lov’d, and more Scarce had he seen, but, seiz'd with sudden smart,

Stung to the quick, he felt it at his heart;
Bat in a tower, and never to be loos’d,

Struck blind with overpowering light, he stood,
The woful captive kinsmen are inclos'd. Then started back amaz’d, and cried aloud.

Thas year by year they pass, and day by day, Young Arcite heard ; and up he ran with haste,
Till once, 'twas on the morn of cheerful May, To help his friend, and in his arms embrac'd ;
The young Emilia, fairer to be seen

And ask'd him why he look'd so deadly wan,
Than the fair lily on the flowery green,

And whence and how his change of cheer began,
More fresh than May herself in blossoms new, Or who had done th' offence ? But if," said he,
For with the rosy color strove her hue,

“ Your grief alone is hard captivity,
Wak'd, as her custom was, before the day, For love of Heaven, with patience undergo
To do th'observance due to sprightly May: A cureless ill, since Fate will have it so:
For sprightly May commands our youth to keep So stood our horoscope in chains to lie,
The vigilsof hernight, and breaks their sluggard sleep; And Saturn in the dungeon of the sky,
Esch gentle breath with kindly warmth she moves; Or other baleful aspect, rul’d our birth,
Lies pires new flames, revives extinguish'd loves. When all the friendly stars were under Earth:
In this remembrance Emily, ere day,

Whate'er betides, by Doetiny 'tis done ;
Arose, and dress'd herself in rich array ;

And better bear like men, than vainly seek to shun."
Fresh as the month, and as the morning fair;

Nor of my bonds," said Palamon again,
Adown her shoulders fell her length of hair: Nor of unhappy planets I complain;
A ribband did the braided tresses bind,

But when my mortal anguish caus'd me cry,
The rest was loose, and wanton'd in the wind. That moment I was hurt through either eye;
Aurora had but newly chas'd the night,

Pierc'd with a random shast, I saint away,
And parpled o'er the sky with blushing light, And perish with insensible decay :
When to the garden walk she took her way, A glance of some new goddess gave the wound,
To sport and trip along in cool of day,

Whom, like Acteon, unaware I found.
And offer maiden vows in honor of the May.

Look how she walks along yon shady space,
At every turn, she made a little stand,

Not Juno moves with more majestic grace ;
And thrust among the thorns her lily hand, And all the Cyprian queen is in her face.
To draw the rose ; and every rose she drew, If thou art Venus (for thy charms confess
She shook the stalk, and brush'd away the dew: That face was form'd in Heaven, nor art thou less;
Then party-color'd flowers of white and red Disguis’d in habit, undisguis'd in shape)
She wove, to make a garland for her head: O help us captives from our chains t'escape;
This done, she sung and carolld out so clear, But if our doom be past, in bonds to lie
Trat men and angels might rejoice to hear : For life, and in a lothesome dungeon die,

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