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The bee hums wanton in yon jasmine bower, The clamorous crows abandon'd carnage feck, And circling settles, and despoils the flower. And the harsh owl Thrills out a sharpening fhrick. Melodious there the plumy songsters meet,
At the lane's end a high-lath'd gate's preferid
, And all charm'd echo from her
arch'd retreat. To bar the trespass of a vagrant herd. Neat polish'd mansions rise in prosped gay; Fast by, a meagre mendicant we find, Time-batter'd towers frown awful in decay ; Whose ruffet rags hang Auttering in the wind : The sun plays glittering on the rocks and spires, Years bow his back, a staff supports his tread, And the lawn lightens with reflected fires. And soft white hairs shade thin his pally'd bead.
Here mirth, and fancy's wanton train advance Poor wretch !- Is this for charity his haunt? And to light measures turn the swimming dance, He meets the frequent flight, and ruthless taust. Sweet, slow-pac'd melancholy next appears, On llaves of guilt oft smiles the squandering peer; Pompous in grief, and eloquent of tears.
But pafling knows not common bounty here. Here meditation shines, in azure drest,
Vain thing: in what dolt thou superior shine! All starr'd with gems; a fun adorns her crct. His our first fire: what race more ancient thine! Religion, to whose lifted, raptur'd eyes
Less backward trac'd, he may his lineage draw Seraphic hosts descend from opening skies; From men, whose influence kept the world in awe: Beauty, who sways the heart, and charms the fight; Whose worthless sons, like thee, perchance coo. Whose tongue is music, and whose smile delight;
sum'd Whose brow is majesty; whose bosom peace; Their ample store, their line to want was doom'd. Who bade creation be, and chaos cease; (vine so thine may perish, by the course of things, Whose breath perfumes the spring; whose eye di While his, from beggars, re-ascend to kings. Kindled the sun, and gave its light to shine. Now, lazar, as thy hardships I peruse, Here, in thy likeness, fair Ophelia", seen, On my own state instructed would I muse. She throws kind lustre o'er th' enliven'd green. When I vicw greatness, I my lot lament; Next her defcription, rob’d in various hues, Compar'd to thee, I snatch supreme content. Invites attention from the pensive muse !
I might have felt, did heaven not gracious deal, The muse !---lhe comes ! refind the passions wait, A fate, which I must mourn to see thee feel. And precept, ever winning, wise, and great. But soft! the cripple our approach descries, The muse! a thousand spirits wing the air And to the gate, though weak, officious hics. (Oncc men, who made like her mankind their I spring preventive, and unbar the way, care):
Then, turning, with a smile of pity, say, Enamour'd round her press th' inspiring throog, Here, friend !--this little copper alms receive, And swell to ecstacy her solemn song.
Inttance of will, without the power to give. Thus in the dame cach nobler grace we find, Hermit, if here with pity we reflect,
(gled! Fair Wortley's angel.accent, eyes, and mind. How must we grieve, when learning meets ncWhether her fight the dew-bright dawn surveys, When god-like souls endure a mean restraint; The noon's dry heat, or evening's temper'd rays, When generous will is curb'd by tyrant want? The hours of form, or calm, the gleby ground, He truly feels what to distress belongs, The coral'd sea, gem'd rock, or sky profound, Who to his private, adds a people's wrongs; A Raphael's fancy animates each line,
Merit's a mark, at which disgrace is thrown, Each image strikes with energy divine;
And every injur'd virtue is his own. Bacon and Newton in her thoughts confpire; Such their own pangs with patience here endare
, Nor sweeter than her voice is Handel's lyre. Yet there weep wounds, they are denied to cure,
My hermit thus. She beckons us away: Thus rich in poverty, thus humbly great, Oh, let us swift the high behest obey ! (croft, And, though depress’d, superior to their fate.
Now through a lane, which mingling tracts have Minions in power, and mifers, 'mid their fore, The way unequal, and the landscape lost, Are mean in greatness, and in plenty poor. We rove. The warblers lively tunes eslay, What's power, or wealth? Were they not form'i The lark on wing, the linnet on the spray,
for aid, While music trembles in their songsul throats, A spring for virtue, and from wrongs a shade ? The builfinch whistles soft his flute-like notes. In power we savage tyranny behold, The bolder blackbird (wells fonorous lays; And wily avarice owns polluted gold. The varying thrush commands a tuneful maze; From golden sands her pride could Libya raise, Each a wild length of melody pursues; [coos. Could fhe, who spreads no palture, claim our While the soft murmuring, amorous wood-dove praife?
(breed; And, when in spring these melting mixtures flow, Loath'd were her wealth, where rabid monters The cuckoo fends her unison of woe.
Where serpents, pamper'd on her venon, feed, But as smooth seas are furrow'd by a storm ; No sheltery trees invite the wanderer's eye, As troubles all our tranquil joys deform; No fruits, no grain, no gums, her tracts supply; So, loud through air, unwelcome noises sound, On her vast wilds no lovely prospects run ; And harmony's at once, in discord, drown'd. But all lies barreri, though beneath the sun. From yon dark cypreis, croaks the raven's cry; My hermit thus. I know thy soul belictes, As dissonant the daw, jay, chattering pie : 'Tis hard vice triumphs, and that virtue grieve;
Yet oft affliction purifies the mind, * AIrs. Oldheldon
Rind benefits oft How from means unkind.
Were the whole known, that we uncouth suppose, Now frequent, dusty gales offensive blow,
The lamp of day hangs hovering o'er the deep.
Others take saint th' unripen'd cherry's dye, Thus captive oft excelling arts acquire,
And paine aniusing landscapes on the eyes And boldly struggle through a state of shame, Their blue-veil'd yellow, through a sky Terene, To lifc, ease, plenty, liberty, and fame.
In swelling mixture forms a floating green. Sword-law has often Europe's balance gain'd, Sercak'd through white clouds a mild vermilion And one red victory years of peace maintain’d.
shines, We pass through want to wealth, through dismal And the breeze freshens, as the heat declines. Rrife,
Yon crooked, sunny roads change rising views To calm content, through death to endless life. From brown, to sandy red, and chalky hues. Libya thou dam'sto--let Afric's wafes appear One mingled scene another quick fucceeds, Curst by those beats, that fructify the year; Men, chariots, teams, yok'd Iteers, and prancing Yut the fame funs her orange-groves befriend,
feeds, Where clustering globes in ihining rows dcpend. Which climb, descend, and, as loud whips resound, Here when fierce beams o'er withering plants are Stretch, sweat, and smoke along nnequal ground. ro!I'd.
On winding Thames, reflecting radiant beams, There the green fruit seems ripen'd into gold. When boats, ships, barges mark the roughen'd Ev'n scenes that strike with terrible irrprile,
Itreanis. Still prove a God, juft, merciful, and wile. This way, and that, they different points pursue; Sid wintery blafts, that strip the autumn, bring So mix the motions, and so thifts the view, The milder beauties of a flowery ipring.
While thus we throw around our gladden'd eyes, Ye sulphurous fires in jaggy lightnings break! The gifts of heaven in gay profusion rise; Ye thunders rattle, and ye nations thake!
Trees rich with gums, and fruits; with jewels Ve storms of riving flame the forek tear!
rocks : Deep crack the rocks! rent trees be whirl'd in air! Plains with flowers, herbs, and plants, and beeves, Rest at a stroke, come stately fane we'll mourn;
and flocks; Hor tombs wide-Chatter'd, and her dead up-torn; Mountains with mines; with oak, and cedar, Were noxious spirits not from caverns drawi,
woods ; Rack'd earth would foon in gulfs enormous yawn: Quarries with marble, and with fish the foods. Then all were lost!--- Os would we foating view In darkening spots, mid fields of various dyes, The baleful cloud, there would deftructio brew; Tilth new manur'd, or naked fallow lies. Plague, fever, frenzy, close-engendering nie, Near uplands fertile pride enclos'd display, Tilihese red ruptures clear the fullied lky. The green grass yellowing into scenisul hay.
Now a field opens to enlarge niy thought, And ihick-set hedges fence the full-car'd corny In parcel'd tracts to various uses wrought.
And berries blacken on the virid thorn. Here hardening ripeness the first blooms behold, Mark in yon heath oppos'd the cultur'd scene, There the last blotfonis fpring-like pride unfold. Wild thymie, pale box, and firs of darker green. Here swelling peale on leafy stalks are seen, The native strawberry red-ripening grows, Mix'd flowers of red and azure thine between; By nettles guarded, as by thorns the role. Whose weaving beauties, heighten'd by the sun, There nightingales in unprun'd copfes build, In colour'd lanes along the surrows run.
In shaggy furzes lies the hare condral'd. There the next produce of a genial shower, 'Twixt ferns and thifties, unfown flowers amuse, The beans fresh blossons in a speckled flower; And form a lucid chace of various hucs ; Whole morning dews, when to the sun resign'd, Many half-grey with duft: coníus'd they lie, Wish undularing sweeta embalm the wind. Scent che rich year, and lead the wandering eye. Nw daily plaes of clover iquarc the plain,
Contemplacive, we tread the flowery plain, And part the bearded from the beardless grain. The muse preceding with her heavenly train. There hbrius flax with verdure binds the field, When, lo! the mendicant, fo late behind, Which on the loom thall art-ipun labour» yilla. Strange view! now journeying in our front we The mulberry, in fair summer-green array'd,
(mands; Full in the midit ftarts up, 2 filky Blinde.
And yet a view, more frange, our heed deFor human tudte the rich-itain'd fruitage bleeds; Touch'd by the muse's wand transform'd he stands, The leaf the tilk-emitting reptile feeds.
O'er skin lace wrinkled, instant beauty spreads; As swans their down, as flocks their fleeces Icave, The late-dimm'd eye, a vivid luftre fheds; Here worms for man their glossy entrails wcavc. Hairs, once so thin, now graceful locks decline; Hince to adora the fair, in texture gay,
And rags now chang'd in regal vestments fine. Sprigs, fruits, and tlowers ou ligur'd vestnients The hermit thus. In hini the BARD behold, play:
Once seen by midnighe's lanıp in winter's cold; Put induttry prepares them oft to please
'The BARD, whose want fo multiplied his woes, guilty pride of vain, luxuriant cale. He sunk a mortal, and a teraph rose.
Sce!—where those stately yew-trees darkling grow, , She fees good angels genial showers bellow And, waving o'er yon graves, brown horrows From the red convex of the dewy bow. throw,
They smile upon the swain : He views the prize; Scornful he points---there, o'er his sacred dust, Then grateful bends, to bless the bountcous kies Arise the sculptur'd tomb, and labour'd bust. Some winds colled, and send propitious gales Vain pomp! bestow'd by oftentatious pride, Oft where Britannia's navy spreads her fails; Who to a life of want relief deny'd.
There ever wasting, on the breath of fame, But thus the BARD. Are these the gifts of state ? | Urequal'd glory in her sovereign's name. Gifts unreceiv'd ---These! Ye ungenerous great! Some teach young zephyrs vernal sweets to bear, How was I treated when in life forlorn ?
And foat the balmy health on ambient air; My claim your pity ; but my lot your scorn. Zephyrs, that oft, where lovers liftening lie, Why were my studious hours oppos'd by nced} Along the grove in melting music die, In me did poverty from guilt proceed?
And in lone caves to minds poetic roll Did I contemporary authors wrong,
Seraphic whispers, that abstract the soul. And deem their worth, but as they priz'd my song? Some range the colours, as they parced fly, Did I soothe vice, or venal strokes betray,
Clear-pointed to the philofophic eye; In the low-purpos'd, loud polemic fray?
The flaming red, that pains the dwelling gaze; Did e'er my verse immodest warmth contain, The stainless, lightsome yellow's gilding rays; Or, once-licentious, heavenly truths profane ? The clouded orange, that betwixt them glow, Never.---And yet when envy funk my name, And to kind mixture tawny luftre owes; Who call'd my shadow'd merit into fame? All-cheering green, that gives the spring its dre; When, undeferv'd, a prison's grate I saw, The bright, transparent blue, that robes the fy; What hand redeem'd me from the wrested law! And indico, which shaded light displays; Who cloth'd me naked, or when hungry fed ? And violet, which in the view decays. Why cruth'd the living? Why extold the dead!... | Parental hues, whence others all proceed; But foreign languages adopt my lays,
An ever-mingling, changeful, countless breed; And distant nations shame you into praise. Unravel'd, variegated, lines of light, Why should unrelish'd wit these honours cause? When blended, dazzling in promiscuous wbite, Custom, not knowledge, dictates your applause : Oft through these bows departed spirits range, Or think you thus a self-renown to raise,
New to the skies, admiring at their change ; And mingle your vain-glories with my bays ? Each inind a void, as when first born to earth, Be your's the mouldering tomb ! Be mine the lay Behold a second blank in second birth; Immortal !---Thus he scoffs the pomp away. Then, as yon seraph bard fram'd hearts below, Though words like these unletter'd pride impeach, Each sees him here transcendent knowledge show, To the meek heart he turns with milder (peech. New saints he cutors into truth refin'd, Though now a seraph, oft he deigns to wear And tunes to rapturous love the new-form'd mind. The face of human friendship, ost of care;
He swells the lyre, whose loud, melodious lays To walk disguis'd an object of relief..
Call high Hosannas from the voice of praise; A learn'd, good man, long exercis'd in grief; Though one bad age such poesy could wrong, Forlorn, a friendless orphan oft to roam,
Now worlds around retentive roll the song: Craving some kiņd, some hospitable home : Now God's high throne the full-voic'd raptures Or, like Ulysses, a low lazar Itand;
gain, Beseeching pity's eye, and bounty's hand; Celestial hosts returning Itrain for train. Or, like Ulysses, royal aid request,
Thus he, who once knew want without relic, Wandering from court to court, a king distret. Sces joys resulting from well suffering grief. Thus varying frapes, the sceming son of woe Hark! while we talk, a distant pattering rain Eyes the cold heart, and hearts that generous glow: Resounds !---See! up the broad etherial plain Then to the muse relates each lordly name, Shoots the bright bow ... The seraph flits awas; Who deals impartial infamy and fame.
The muse, the graces from our view decay, Oft, as when men in morral ftare depressid,
Behind yon western hill the globe of light His lays taught virtue, which his life confess'd, Drops sudden; faft-pursued by ihades of night, He now forms visionary scenes below,
Yon graves from winter-scenes to mind recall Inspiring patience in the heart of woe ;
Rebellion's council, and rebellion's fall. Patience, that softens every sad extreme, (glcam, What fiends in fulphurous, car-like clouds up That casts through dungeon-glooms a cheerful
flew ! Disarms disease of pain, mock3 Nander's sing, What midnight treason glar'd beneath their view! And strips of terrors the terrific king,
And now the traitors rear their Babel-schemes, 'Gainst want, a fourer foe, its fuccour lends, Big, and more big, Nupendous mischief seems; And smiling fees th'ingratitude of friends. But justice, rouz'd, superior strength employs,
Nor are these tasks to him alone consigu'd. Their scheme wide shatters, and their hope deMillions in vilble befriend mankind,
Sudden, unnatural debates arise,
Park-hintcd nutterings, and avow'd didrumi
To secret ferment is each heart resign'd; What gold! what gems !-he strains to seize the Suspicion hovers in each clouded mind;
prize; They jar, accus'd accuse, revil'd revile,
Quick from his touch dissolv'd, a cloud it flies. And wrath to wrath oppose, and guile to guile ; Conscious he cries--and must I wake to weep? Wrangling they part, theroselves themselves be- Ah, yet return, return, delusive sleep! tray ;
Sleep comes; but liberty no more :-Unkind, Each dire device starts naked into day;
The dudgeon glooms hang heavy on his mind. They feel confusion in the van with fear;
Shrill winds are heard, and howling demons call; They feel the king of terrors in the rear.
Wide-flying portals seem unhing'd to fall ; Of these werc three by different motives fir'd, Then close with fudden claps; a dreadful din ! Ambition one, and one revenge inspir’d.
He starts, wakes, storms, and all is hell within. The third, O Mammon, was thy meaner Nave; His genius flies—reflcas he now on prayer ? Thou idol feldom of the great and brave!
Alas! bad spirits turn those thoughts to air. Florio, whose life was one continued feast, What shall he next? Whal, Itraight relinquilla His wealth diminish'd, and his debts increasid,
breath, Vain pomp, and equipage, his low defires,
To bar a public, just, though Mameful death? Who ne'er to incellectual bliss aspires;
Rath, horrid thought ! yet now afraid to live, He, to repair by vice what vice has broke, Murderous he strikes--may heaven the deed for Durst with bold treasons judgment's rod provoke. His ftrength of mind, by luxury half diffolv'd, Why had he thus false spirit to rebel ? Ill brooks the woe, where deep he stands involv'd. | And why not fortitude to suffer well? He weeps, stamps wild, and to and fro now flies; Were his success, how terrible the blow! Now wrings his hands, and sends unmanly cries, And it recoils on him eternal woe, Arraigns his judge, affirms unjust he bleeds, Heaven this affli&ion chen for mercy meant, And now recants, and now for mercy pleads; That a good end might close a life mispent. Now blames associates, raves with inward strife, Where no kind lips the hallow'd dirge resound, Upbraids himself; then thinks alone on life. Far from the compass of yon sacred ground; He rolls red swelling, tearful eyes around, Full in the centre of three meeting ways, Sore smites his breait, and links upon the ground. Stak'd through he lies.-Warn' let the wicked He wails, he quite desponds, convulsive lies,
gaze. Shrinks from the fancied axe, and thinks he dies : Near yonder fane, where misery fleeps in peace, Revives, with hope inquires, stops short with Whose spire faft-lessens, as these shades increase, fear,
Left to the north, whence ofe brew'd tempests roll, Entreats ev'n flattery, nor the worst will hear; Tempests, dire emblems, Cosmo, of thy foul! The worst, alas, his doom !- What friend replies? There mark that Cosmo, much for guile renown'd! Each speaks with shaking head, and down-cast eyes. His grave by unbid plants of poison crown'd. One silence breaks, then pauses, drop, a tear; When out of power, through him the public good, Nor hope affords, ner quite confirms his fear; So strong his factious tribe, suspended food. But what kind friend hip part reserves unknown In power, vindictive actions were his aim, Comes thundering in his keeper's surly tone. And pacriuts perish'd by th’ungenerous flame. Enough ftruck through and through, in ghastly If the best cause he in the senate chose, ftare,
Ev'n right in him from some wrong motive rose. He stands transfix'd, the statue of despair ; The bad he loath'd, and would the weak despise; Nor aught of life, nor aught of death he knows, Yet courted for dark ends, and shunn'd the wild. Till thought returns, and briugs return of woes: When ill his purpose, eloquent his strain; Now pours a storm of grief in gushing streams : His malice had a look, and voice humane. Thac part---collected in himself he feenis,
His smile, the signal of fonie vile intent, And with forc'd (mile retires-his latent thought A private poniard, or empoison'd scent; Dark, horrid, as the prison's dismal vaule.
Proud, yet to popular applause a Nave; 1f with himself at variance ever-wild,
No friend he honour'd, and no foe forgave. With angry heaven how stands he reconcil'd ? His boons unfrequent, or unjust to need; No penitential orisons arise;
Thc hire of guilt, of infamy the mecd; Nay, he obrests the justice of the skies.
Bui, if they chanc'd on learned worth co fall, Not for his guile, for sentenc'd life he moans; Bounty in hion was oftentation all, His chains rough-clanking to discordant groans, No crue benevolence bis thought sublimes, To bars harsh-grating, heavy-creaking doors, His noblest actions are illustrious crimes, Ulvarse-echoing walls, and hollow-ringing foors, Fine parts, which virtue might have rank'd with To thoughts more diffonant, far, far leis kind,
fanie, Dne anarchy, one chaos of the mind.
Enhance bis guilt, and magnify his shame. At length, fatigu'd with grief, on earth he lies : When parts in probity in man combine, But soon as leep weighs down th' unwilling eyes, In wisdoin's eye, how charming mult he shine! Glad liberty appears, no damps annoy,
Let him, less happy, truth at least impart Treason fucceeds, and all transforms to joy. And what he wants ia genius bear in heart. Proud palaces their glittering stores display: Coínio, as death draws nigh, no more conceals Gain he pursues, and rapioe leads the way. That form of pallion, which his nature feels:
He feels much fear, more anger, and most pride; Shall I, whose days, at best, no ill delign'd, But pride and anger make all fear subside.
Whose virtue shone not, though I lov'd mankind Dauntless he meets at length untiinely fate; Shall I, now guilty wretch, fhall I repine ? A desperate fpirit! rather fierce, than grcat. Ah, no! to justice let me life religa! Darkling he glides along the dreary coast, Quick, as a friend, would I embrace my soe! A sullen, wandering, self-tormenting ghost. He taught me patience, who first taught me wee;
Where veiny marble dignifies the ground, Buc friends are foes, they render woe severe, With emblem fair in sculpture rising round, For me they wail, from me extort the tear. Just where a crossing, lengthening aifle we find, Not those, yet absent, millive griefs controul; Full east; whence God returns to judge man. T'hese periods weep, those rave, and these cunda, kind,
At entrance fhrieks a friend, with pale surprise ; Once-lov'd Horatio sleeps, a mind elate !
Another panting, proftrate, speechless lies; Lamented shade, ambition was thy fate.
One gripes my hand, one fobs upon my breaft! Ev'n angels, wondering, oft his worth survey'd; Ah, who can bear!--it ihocks, ic murders red! Behold a man, like one of us! they said.
And is it yours, alas ! my friends to feel? Straight heard the furies, and with envy glar'd, And is it mine to comfori, mine to heal? And to precipitate his fall prepar'd.
Is mine the patience, yours the bosom strife! First avarice came. In vain self-love she press'd ; Ah! would rafa love lure back my thoughts : The poor hc pity'd still, and still redress'd:
life? Learning was his, and knowledge to commend, Adieu, dear, dangerous mourners! [wist depart: Of arts a patron, and of want a friend.
Ah, fly me! fy! I tear ye from my heart. Next came revenge: but her eslay how vain! Ye faints, whom fears of death could ge'er como Not hate, nor envy, in his heart remain.
troul, No previous malice could his mind engage, In my last hour compose, support my soul! Malice the mother of vindictive rage.
See my blood wash repented fin away! No-from his life his foey might learn to live ; Receive, receive me to eternal day! He held it still a triumph to forgive.
With words like these the destin'd hero dies, At length ambition urg'd his country's weal, While angels waft his soul to happier skies. Assuming the fair look of public zeal;
Distinction now gives way; yet on we talk, Still in his breast so genercus glow'd the flame, Full darkness deepening o'er the formless walk. 'The vice, when there, a virtue half became. Night treads not with light step the dewy gale, His pitying eye faw millions in distress,
Nor bright-distends her itar-embroider'd vale; He deem'd it godlike to have power to bless : Her leaden'd feet, inclement damps didil, Thus, when unguarded, treason stain'd him o'er ; Clouds fhut her face, black winds her velure Sil; And virtue and content were then no more. An earth-born meteor lights the fable skies,
But when to death by rigorous juftice doom'd, Eastward it shoots, and, funk, forgotten dies. His genuine Spirit faint-like state relum'd,
So pride, that rose from duft to guilty power, Oft from foft penitence distill'd a tear;
Glares out in vain; so dust shall pride devour. Oft hope in heavenly miercy lighten'd fear;
Filhers, who yonder brink by torches gain, Ost would a drop from struggling nature fall, With teethful tridents Itrike the scaly train. And then a smile of patience brighten all.
Like inakes in eagles' claws, in vain they (trive, He seeks in heaven a friend, nor seeks in vain. When heav'd aloft, and quivering yet alive. His guardian angel swift descends again;
While here, methought, our time in converse And resolution thus bespeaks a mind,
pass'd, Not scurning life, yet all to death resign'd; The moon clouds mulled, and the night wors Ye chains, fit only to restrain the will
At prowling wolves was heard the mastiff's bay, Of comnion, desperate veterans in ill,
And the warn'd master's arms forbad the prey! Though rankling on my limbs ye lie, declare, Thus treason fcels, the patriot thus descries, Did e'er my rising soul your pressure wear? Forth springs the monarch, and the mischief fliek No!-free as liberty, and quick as light,
Pale glow-worms glimmer'd through the depth To worlds remote the takes unbounded flight.
of night, Ye dungeon glooms, that dim corporeal eyes, Scattering, like hope through fear, a doubtful Could ye once blot her prospect of the skies?
light. No:-from her clearer sight ye fied away,
Lone Philomela tun'd the filent grove, Like error, pierc'd by truth's resisless ray. With penfive pleasure liften'd wakeful love. Ye walls, that witness my repentant moan! Half-dreaming fancy form'd an angel's tongue, Ye echocs, that to midnight sorrows groan ! And pain forgot to groan, so sweet the fung. Do I, in wrath, to you of fate complain?
The night-crone, with the melody alarm'd, Or once betray fear's mot inglorious pain? Now pausid, now liften'd, and awhile was charmid; No-Hail, twice hail then, ignominious death! But like the man, whose frequent stubborn will Behold how willing glides my parting breath! Refifts what kind, feraphic founds inftil, Far greater, better far-ay, far indeed :
Her heart the love-inspiring voice repelled, Like me, have suffer'd, and like me will bleed. Her breast with agitating mischief (wellid; Apostles, patriarchs, prophets, martyrs all, Which clos'd her ear, and tempted to destroy Like me once fell, nor murmur'd at their fall. The tuneful life, that charms with virtuous joy.