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Repos'd, the medirated martyr lay,

She said, and to the glitering roilet few, Noi sumb'ring dream'd himself a future prey : Heighten'd each charm, and ev'o diviner grew; Well might he rest secure from mortal fear; A thousand arts, a thousand airs the tries, Whose happiness was Heaven's peculiar care ! And thus computes the conquests of her eyes,

Lo! through the gloom, a darting lustre Areams, With scorn, Hororio's paflion I refign, And, like a comet, sheds its baleful beams; Brillantis, dear Brillantis ! shall be mine; Like that, each baleful beam nialignant fprings, Conquer'd Sireno fhall these charms adore, Denouncing fate to empires, and to kings : Sylvander, and an endless thousand more. For lo! black treason lifts her Hydra head, Struck at her monster form fhe starts afraid,

Thus spoke the proud prenieditated bride, Shrinks in the deepest gloom, and feeks the

And the Cosmetic oracle reply'd. darkest shade!

Beware, fair maid, beware, nor strive to prove, But, ah! she turns- " O Britain fce thy doom The dangerous varieties of love;

Awake! arise! 'tis hell conspires! 'tis Rome!" But think how brittle are those charms you boalt, Thanks, Heaven! thy beams difpel the hiacous and think how soon that beauty may be lol. sprite,

For this (take notice what I lay) She flies, the sinks, she seeks th' abyss of night.

Depend on, to your sorrow, Sink fury! to the deepest hell of pains,

That if you change your mind to-day,
There, curse thy rage, in adamantine chains !

I'll change your face to-arorrow.
But, hark! Britannia's rousing lion roars,
And thunders treason through her concave fhores;
But Heaven protects--ye echoes! waft it round,

Ye repercussive rocks! repeat the found.
Hence learn, o treach'rous Rome! repuls'do

'Twas when the sun diffus'd a miljer ray, And only with Britannia's peace, conspire;

And length'cing shades confefs'd the short'ling Oft as thy plots, and stratagems engage,

day : As often thalt thou mourn thy bafilcd rage ;

To Tiber's banks repair'd an am'rous fwain, For know, we dare thy poor intending hate,

The love, and envy, of the neighb'ring plain ; Whilft Walpole flands the bulwark of our itate:

To cool his heat, he fought the breezy grove, Whill his judicious hands our vessel guide,

"To cool his heat, but more, the heat of love; Boldly we'll item old time's tempestuous tide;

To soothe his cares, on a fost lute he play'd, Led by that star, the storms of fate defy,

Bit the fuft lute reviv'd the lovely maid; And launch into immenfe cternity.

Confpiring elms their umbrage shed around,

Wav'J with applause, and listen'J to the souad: Though rocks, and feas begird Britannia's ille,

When Philomela, gentle bird of love, Her happy thades with sweets eternal smile,

Poor, pretty, harmless Syren of the grove ! Though the winds rage, and the rough billows

Enchanted, heard the shepherd as he play'd,

And stole attentive to the tuneful shade, Soft Halcyon ease adorns her peaceful fhore; Perch'd o'er his head, the charmer scem'd to grow, Compos'd, the fees the factious floods engage, And to the lyre, in shadows danc'd below; And smiles superior to their empty rage;

With scornful eye elate, inclin'u to hear, The breaking waves her rocks with fury beat, And lent her soul to listen in her ear; And mourn, like thes, O Rome! in tears their | As his swift fingers trenble o'er the lute, base defeat.

Softly she sings responsive to the note; 1725

Each air, each flowing accent of the song,

She soothes, and sweetens, with her softer tongue; ON CRASSUS.

Gently refines each imitated strain Don CRASSUS plum'd with Bacularian pride, And with his music charms the ravish' fwain: A cap, a gown, and cke a robe beside,

The ravish'd swain admir'd the just replies, Pedantically saunters up and down

At firit mistaken for the echoing breeze; To satisfy the misbelieving town,

But when he found his little rival dear, Proud of himself, but prouder of his gown,

Imbibing music both at eye and ear;
And well he may fo; for the darper fellow Şublimer notes improv'd each lab'ring air,
poor Fustian, though his gown's Prunello ! The daring prelude to the tuneful war :

O'erjoy'd, the charmer heard the bold defy,

And warbling, answer'd, with a brisk reply.
As Chloe, conscious of her pretty face,

Now tend'rest thoughts the gentle swain ize Kild the reflected goddess in the glass;

And Mall thcie charms, she cries, these matchless And with a dying softness tune the lyre,

Echo the music of the vernal woods,
To night be buried in an husband's arms? Warble the marmurs of the falling floods.
No -unce the gods indulgent give me power,

Thus sweet he plays, but sweet he plays in vain, I'll reign, at !call, the tyrant of an huur

For Philomela lcgy a sweeter krain;


Is but

With easier art the modulates each note,

No fierce, inclement winter shivers here, More nat’ral mutic melting in her throat. No blalling feasins nip the blooming year; Much he admir'd the magic of her tongue.

No smoking mitts, nor foggy damps arise,

Hang o'er the hills, or fail along the skies; But more to fee his luce, and art outdone ;

But an untainted Ether Mines ferene, And now, to loftier airs, he tunes the ftrings,

Aud Meris its influence on the smiling scene; And now, to loftier airs, his echo fings;

Eternal sweets the wafting breezes bring,
Though loud as thunder, though as swift as

And whisper gut an everlasting spring.
She reach'd the swelling, caught the flying note; This pleasurable mountain by degrees,
Ja trembling treble now in deeper bale,

Sinks in a level, to salute your eyes ;
She show'd how nature could his art surpass. Where joy, fucceeding joy, for ever new,
Amaz’d, at length, with rage the shepherd For ever riling to the ravish'd view,

The wand'ring light with sweet amusement leads His admiration into anger turn'd;

Through golden groves, and ever-living meads. Lnflam'd with emulating pride, he food,

These were the gifts, his gratitude to prove, And thus defy'd the charnier of the wood. Vulcan beltow'd upon the queen of love; And wilt thou fill my music imitate ?

Fcr these, the queen of love, refign'd her charms, Then see thy folly, and thy talk is great.-

And over-fold the Heaven in her arms. For know more pow'rful lays remain unsung,

Here, a fost grove its coolly made affords, Lays! far superior to that mimic tongue

Fann'd by the music of the warbling birds; If not, this lute, this vanquish'd lute, I swear,

To this, the sylvan choristers resort, Shall never nivre delight the ravith'd ear;

Hop on the houghs, and to the breezes sport: But, broke in scatter'd fragments ftrew the plain,

The queen of love, amid the tuneful throng, And mourn the glory which it could not gain--- With gracious (miles rewards the fav’rite fong; He said, and as he said, his soul on fire,

Eled the worthy tenant of the grove,
With a disdainful air, he swept the lyre ;

And dedicates him to the god of love.
Quick to the touch, the tides of music flow,
Swell into strength, or melt away in woe;

Embou’ring trees the mingled flade compose,

That imitates the fair, for whom it grows;
Now, raise the thrilling trumpet's clanging jar,
Now, rouse the raging thunders of the war;

With complicating poplars, poplars twine,
Now, soft'ning sounds, and sadly pleasing strains,

With spreading alders, Spreading alders join : Breathe out the lover's joys, and lover's pains.

Majestic cims with bending foliage flow,

Float in green waves, and fan the shades below; He sung, and ceas'd his rivals' notes to hear, The shadcs below, the cocling gale receive, As his dy'd lift'ning in the anbier t air.

And rising, with the cooling gule, revive : But now, too late! her noble fo!ly found, Two diff'rent vers niurmur through the grove, Sad Philomela ft od fubdu'd by found. (fillid, Two fatal cultrarictics in love! Though varguiti'd, yet, wih generous ardour This, tweet as mutual joy in youthful veins, Ignobly Hill ihe scorn'd to quit the field;

That, bitter, as a dying lover's pains : kich emulated air, each labour'd note,

Conscious, the streams, each other seem to fhun, Trills on her tongue, and trcmbies through her But, in meanders loft, too foon are one ! throat,

Dipt in these fabled waves, love's fatal dart, Pue flowly faint her pensive accents flow,

Stings the distracted soul, to foothe the heart; Weaken'd with yriel, and overcharg'd with woe:

To these, their double pow'r lis arrows owe, Again, the tunes her voice, again the tings, Soft-pleasing joys, and sad consuming woe. Strains every nerve, and quivers on her wings;

Rang'd on the banks, the little loves resort, En vain! her firking spiries fade away, Ad in a tunelui „gory decay;

Plight fancy'd oaths, and bend their bows in sport;

Thele, tender nyniphs produc'd, a blooming race! Dying, she leli, and as the rains expire,

And left their virgin image on their face. Brosch'd out her soul in anguish on the lyre;

Their ruddy check their parents charms proclaim, Diffolu'd in tra níport, there, relign'd her breath,

Alike their habit, and their look the fame: And gain'd a living conquest by her death.

O'er all these troops, presides the god of love,

A god, when all the gods revere above;

Sprung from the mother, and the queen of charms,

He shines difiinguish'd in superior arms; M'Here the fair Paphian godds kept her court,

His cogent power c'en deities cuntrouls, Where the loves warton, and the graces sport;

And awes the thunderer that awes the poles ;

On earth he triumphs o’cr a moriarch's cares, A tow'ring mountain lifts irs lolly brow,

And blasts the laurel which the thunder spares : A] bends with picasure o'r the plains below; D'er distant, blue-retiring hills survey's

In woods, and groves, th' inferior archers reign,

Contented with the conquests of the plain. 1 shadows floating in lorian feas; i he top impervious, all access denies,

Close by the freams, in fata! ponip array'd, Fiss the saint fous, and dims the dizzy eyes : Love's wild romantic equipage is laid:

Here lawless liberty for ever roves,

The comely fav'rites, with adorning grade For ever riots in excess of loves;

Wave on the breeze, and flow upon her face, Inflam'd with wine, distracted rage appears, With cooling airs create an easy pride, But fuon dissolves in self-accusing tears.

And, but increase the charms, they strive to hide : Here warming whispers propagate replies, No glasses here, deluding lights supply, Sweet-melting murmurs, soft-consenting lighs; The brilliant diamond, guides the judging ege; With all the eloquence that hearts confess, For as the goddess movęs new mirrors rise, With all the harmony that eyes 'express : And catch avgmenting fplendors from her eyes; Thore young desire their tasted joys pursue, As to the multiplying stones the turns, Pleas'd with the past, and panting for the new; In all the dances, and in all the burns. When strange chimeras on a sudden rise,

But, lo! a sudden scene of glory fires Shift the falle scene, and intercept their eyes; Her rising soul, and breathes more gay defires; Tormenting jealousies, upeady cares,

Her son's reflected image the surveys, Diffembling hopes, imaginary fears;

With trembling joys, she turns to prove the rays Accusing crimes of ill-requitted love.

But turning, conscious of her only son,
And breaking vows re-echo through the grove. Into the bloomy boy's embraces run,
Full in the midst, with nice becoming grace, Receives him panting at unfolding charms,
Stood youth, con conscious of his comely face ;

And hugs the little darling in her arms.
Proud of his nervous strength, and vig'rous veins,
With pain his blood the luscious tide contains;

With haughty smiles he mocks declining age,
His starv'd enjoyments, and disembled rage ;

The wither'd çronc avoids him with remorse,
And fickens at the thought of, Once he was---

INCENS'd, the raging prophet* thus replies,

Goalhes his teeth, and rolls his azure eyes. Proud o'er the groves a glitt'ring dome ascends, No common vengeance does your crimes perfuc, Rich with the labour of Vulcanian hands;

Your crimes, which well deserve their fatal due: Through the green ranks, thedastinglustre streams,

But bumbly supplicate immoştal hate, And the shades kindļe with reflected flames;

And wisely shun the threat'ning rage of fate; This masterpiece of skill, the Lemnian god,

0: think on Orpheus, and his injur'd spouse, On his fair spouse a worthy gift bestow'd. And mark the wicked author of their woes; Immortal monuments of art support

When lawless lutt enflam'd thy boiling blood, The vast foundations of each a ple court, To chase the flying fair along the flood : On diamond pillars, diamond pillars çife ;

Think, how the snake, in verdant ambulb laid, At once invade, and emulate the kies;

Unwarily furpris'd the panting maid; Pelucid crystal clarifics each stone,

Shrieking, she fell, resign'd her fainter breath, And by excluding, makes a double fun;

And sought the kinder arms of icy death : In oval steps the wavy topaz rolla,

The nymphs, the swains, the dying virgin mourd's Gleams by reflexion on the valving gold;

The river deities, the grief return'd; Each stone conspires it emulating rays,

The winds, with sympathiling forrow, Ggh'd, Glitters the beryls, and the rubies blaze;

And the sad streams their trickling tears supply'de Carv'd saphires melt in undulating flame, And rink the lucid amber's fainter stream.

The wretched husband, hopeless of relief,

In tuneful anguish fought to soothe his grief; Here spacious greens, reviving areas rise, But rising forrows all his thoughts controul, And with a milder scene refresh the eyes ;

Flow in his eyes, and melt his soft'ning soal; Through Cassia groves ambrosial breezeş breathe, In plaintive trains he mourns his confort gone, And steal the aromatic sweet beneath;

Sighs to the rising, and the setting fun; There, soft, inferior shades of myrıle grow, Till wildly lost in solitude and woe, And lilies, blushing as the roses glow;

Raving, he fought, the dreary shades below, Disolv'd with joy, the trickling balm runs o'er,

Advent'rous by despair, apd dar'd to tread And the sweet tears diftil at every pore.

The melancholy mansions of the dead; But now, his journey past, the god of love, With songs to fupplicate th' infernal power, With joyful steps approach'd his native grove; And soothe the god, who pe'er was footh'd before, And now he re-assumes a solemn pace,

Lur'd by the magic of the sacred found, He moves with majesty, and looks with grace.

Swift-gliding crowds of spectres hover round; It happen'd then, with future joys elatç, Thick, as when fowls obscure the ev'ning air, His goddess-mother at her toilet sate;

And to their groves in feacher'd clouds repair ; On either side, th' Idalian filters stand,

Men, marrons, maids, a visionary throng, Froud of the smiling goddesses command; Surround the poet, and imbibe his tong; These scatters odours o'er the fragrant fair, With all those multitudes of empty ghosts, Those thread the mazy tendrils of her hair ; Where Stygian streams surround the fquallid coats Part exercise the nice correding comb,

Heedless their own unhappy fates to mouro, Smooth the soft curls, and call the traglers home, Weeping, they make his misery their own The comely fav'rites, by a nice design, They leave to sport, and walton with the wind,


E' en hell itself, with all its fiends, was charm'd, Delighted to the barren rocks to tell,
Its terrors Soften'd, and its rage difarm'd;

The rigorous benevolence of hell ;
The grinning guardian lollid his triple tongue, Averse to Venus, and the nuptial joys,
And fawoing, lick'd the poet, as he fung;

In unavailing grief his life destroys;
The very furies heav'd away their chains, Till franric Bacchanals that madly Itrovc
And found their own too weak for music's trains, To warm his bosom to a second love,
Ixion his eternal coil forewent,

With rage, revenge, and brutal fury arm'd,
And liq’ning, on his rolling labour, leant. More favage, than those favages he charm’d,

Conspir'd against his life, the bard they flew, But now the tuneful bard, his bride restor’d,

And on cold Hebe's Areains his head they threw" Back to the realms of day, the path explor'd; Yet, c'en in death, his voice buwails his woe, Slowly the follow'd, as he led the way,

And with the streams his trains in anguish flow ; Obedient to Proserpina's decree :

Eurydice! his dying tongue deplores, For if, before the gloomy shades were past,

Eurydice: resounds along the length'ning lhores
He turn'd to look, the look must be his laft,
A fault which hell might pass in silence by,

Could hell behold it with a lover's eye:
And now near travers'd o'er the realms of night, Occafioned by seeing a Lady Embroidering.
They rose emergent on the beams of light; Tuis little instrument of art,
When the poor youth unfortunately kind, Methinks, resembles Cupid's dart;
Calt a too fond-conductive glance behind: As the filken wound it gives,
But, as he curn'd, three peals of thunder spoke, With enliv'ning beauty lives;
The dire conditionary promise broke;

So the pointed Thafts of love,
While thus the fadly sweet, reproving maid, On my heart, their power prove:
Bespoke the youth by too much love betray'd.

And, as the vital threads they piceçen Unhappy Orpheus ! ah, unhappy boy!

Animate a spring of verse, What mov'd thee chus to blast our bloomy joy?

Whilft the flowers of poetry Alas! for ever loft, I leave thee now!

Arise, these brighter flowers to sec.
This parting kiss, to soothe eternal woe

Yet, though thus like, both darts appear,
Farewell dim liades of horror round me rise, In the main point, they differ far;
And sudden night o’erwhelms my swimming eges. For, buc conlider, their employs
She said; and as she said, in shades withdrew,

This creates, but that destroys !
From his deluded arms, the vision flew ;
With Itrict embrace, in vain he stops her stay,

TO MR, TAYLOR, A. B. OF ST. JOHN'S, &c. Diffolv'd to air, unfelt, she glides away;

Upon reading some of bis excellent Poems. la vain he seeks her with incessant eyes,

As suppliants e'er they seek the sacred shrine, la vain invokes her with inploring cries; Prefer their off 'rings to the power within; What could he do? All efforts are too late, Thus let me fix this coken of my zeal, (steal; Again her soul is fummon'd down by fate;

Here, through these gates of fame, a pals-port Th' infernal ferry-man relents no more,

Pursue the paths of glory where you run, And e'en his music now forgets its power! And, like the lark, salute the rising fun. Seven months, by fame's report, the lonesome But hark! what sweer enchanting notes I hear! fwain,

Does * Horace, or does Taylor charm mine car Devoted to his melancholy pain :

Dclusive thought! the Roman, now do more, Where Scythian hills are bleak with drifted snow, To Latium lost, delights th' Elysium shore; And shiver in the frigid floods below,

There, hap'ly could he hear thy loftier strain, Diftra&ed, with indulgency of griel,

Thy lyre would charm him into life agais. En soul-restoring strains he fought relief;

+ Securely may'st thou dare the darts of death, u Orains that e'en the barren mountains charm'd, Defy the tyrant with thy latest breath; And their eternal frosts with pity warm'd : For this life loft, eternal life receive, The lift'ning savages his power confess'd,

And in thy own Pindaric ever live. Their rage he footh’d, but could not soothe his

What may not all thy lofty numbers raise, breatt.

When light receives new lustre from thy lays ? As the lamenting nightingalc complains, Amaz'd, 1 view'd thy beams, like ancient night, of cruel spoilers, and destructive fwains,

Silver my gloom, and cheer my soul with light : When sad: the secs her younglings borne away, Like the fair orb you sing with equal force, Her downy darlings, an inhuman prey !

By your own brightocss you direct your course; unk in some gloom, lhe darkling pines alone, To us below, thy genial rays dispense, ighs out her grief, and murmurs out her moan. The glorious beams of everlasting sense; "hus Orpheus sought to calm his peacelels breast, - stranger to the quietude of reft;

Alluding to bis odes. Pow wildly tortur’d by despair, he gocs,

Alluding to a pecm againg the fear of death. 'er freezing mountains of ctcrual loows

* Alluding to an edo on ligbt.

Ripen each thought, recal each fancy forth, O let your lip the faithful token wear,
And warm poetic harvests into birth.

And let me live on endless kisses there!
In thee, as in Apollo, both unite,
Celestial lustre, and celestial wit.

• Had holy David heard thee weep his woe, Blest ornament! how happy is thy snare,
The Psalmist had relign'd his harp to you; To bind the snowy finger of my fair :
Music, like yours, would all his griefs controul, () could I learn thy nice coersive art,
And soothe him, as he footh'd distemper'd Saul. And as thou bind'ất her finger, bind her heart!

But whilft I thus thy pleasing paths pursue, Not eastern diadems, like thee, can shine, What fields of glory open to my view?

Fed from her brighter eyes with beams divine ; What rising raptures, all my breast inspire, Nor can their mightiest monarch's pow'r comHow my soul kindles with reflected fire!

mand Still, as I read, with rage divine I glow,

So large an empire, as thy charmer's hand. Dwell on each thought, and strive to think like

O could thy form thy fond admirer wear, you :

Thy very likeness should in all appear ; With wonder view judicious ardour fine,

My endless love, thy endless round should show, Bloom in each thought, and ripen ev'ry line :

And my heart flaming, for thy diamond glow.
Each manly verse, with female sweetness flows,
Wich fruits, and blossoms, like the orange glows.

But, oh! forgive a weak officious friend,
And let these lines my honest love commend : Ye crystal orbs that on her bofom lie,
Whilst to sublimer flights your wings afpire, The glitt'ring planets of a brighter sky,
Thus let me gaze at distance, thus admire;

Like Itars illumin'd by the lamp of day,
Receive a single portion of your power,

From my Selinda's eye you catch your ray; Nor, like Elisha, could I wish for more.

Well may those eyes of light like yours inspire,

When their least beam can set my heart on fire. But, when time sees thy future laurels grow For some great Iliad, to adorn thy brow,

O happy chain! thy artless foldings prove In the soft (hade, thus let me chant my love, Superior to the magic charms of love : And live the linnet of thy laurel grove.

O were you, by a just possession, mine,

And had l power to make you more divine ; TO LAURA

Could art increase each globe, as large as this,

Like Anthony, I'd give it for a kiss : Wuen Paris saw the bright celestial Three,

My worlds, though swellid to thousands, I'd below, And view'd those beauties, now reviv'd in thee,

To circle my Selinda's neck, like you.
Hadst thou, my Laura, seen the grand dispute,
Hadst thou contended for the glitt'ring fruit ;


's queen had found her princely presents

Who is most beautiful eben Angry.
Nor proffer'd empires you alone could gain;
Pallas abalh’d, had ownd with sweet surprise,

CÆLIA, methinks, that sweet contracted brow, The silent eloquence of magic eyes;

Refembles osigry Capid's bended bow;
Such eyes had (mild thee fairest of the fair, Like, that, it aims a stroke at every heart,
And Venus own'd a brighter Venus there. Whilit either eye fupplies a keener dart.
Though Venus Mone with each alluring grace,
Her charms had only gain'd a second place :

Thine! thine had won the shepherd's noble part,

Bright, as those glittering worlds that roll sbore, Though hers the apple, thine had been his heart.

Are women, when in virtue's orb they move ;

But then, like stars, once fall'n, their light they TO THE SAME.WEEPING.

lose, Ir Laura weep for those her eyes have slain,

Unheeded fade, and turn to fime, like those. Then smile, my fair, and we'll revive again.


Upon fecing her at the Mountebank's flage.

Could Smith's medicinary power but heal, LAURA, you say, these sable spots impart, With half that case, your fatal glances kill : The secmly tokens of each love-burnt heart; How might we bless the love-relieving art! As conquer'd trophics grace some sacred shrine, How might it soothe this sad afflicted heart! So they adorn a power, as much divine :

But yet, for O! so pleasing is the flame, But if, among thofe conquests of your eyes, So like the charming fair, from whom it came : My humble heart can prove a worthy prize; First, let cach pang distract my peaceful reft,

But never, never leave my love-fick breast; Alluding to a pocin on Dacid's lamentation over Still, ftill, Jet hope indulge the dear desire, Abfalom,

And with the lainp of life alone expise ;


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