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O'er love, o'er fear extends his wide domain,
Unconquer'd lord of pleasure and of pain ;
No joys to him pacific scepters yield,
War sounds the trump, he rushes to the field ;
Behold surrounding kings their pow'r combine,
And one capitulate, and one resign;
Peace courts his hand, but spreads her charms in vain;
“ Think nothing gain'd, he cries, till nought remain,
“ On Moscow's walls 'till Gothic standards fly,
“ And all be mine beneath the polar sky.”
The march begins in military state,
And nations on his eye suspended wait ;
Stern Famine guards the folitary coast,
And Winter barricades the realm of Frost ;
He comes, not want and cold his course delay ;-
Hide, blushing Glory, hide Pultowa’s day:
The vanquish'd hero leaves his broken bands,
And thews his miseries in distant lands;
Condemn'd a needy supplicant to wait,
While ladies interpose, and flaves debate.
But did not Chance at length her error mend ?
Did no subverted empire mark his end?
Did rival monarchs give the fatal wound ?
Or hostile millions press him to the ground ?
His fall was destin'd to a barren strand,
A petty fortress, and a dubious hand;
He left the name, at which the world grew pale,
To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
AU * times their scenes of pompous woes afford,
From Persia's tyrant to Bavaria's lord.
In gay hoftility, and barb'rous pride,
With half mankind embattled at his side,
Great Xerxes comes to seize the certain
And ftarves exhausted regions in his way;
Attendant Flatt'ry counts his myriads o'er,
Till counted myriads footh his pride no more ;
Fresh praise is try'd 'till madness fires his mind,
The waves he lashes, and enchains the wind;
New pow'rs are claim'd, new pow'rs are still bestow'd,
'Till rude resistance lops the spreading god;
The daring Greeks deride the martial show,
And heap their vallies with the gaudy foe;
Th’ insulted sea with humbler thoughts he gains,
A single skiff to speed his flight remains ;
Th’ incumber'd oar scarce leaves the dreaded coaft
Thro' purple billows and a floating hoft.
The bold Bavarian, in a luckless hour, Tries the dread summits of Cesarean pow's, With unexpected legions bursts away, And sees defenceless realms receive his sway; Short sway! fair Austria spreads her mournful charms, The
queen, the beauty, fets the world in arms; From hill to hill the beacons roufing blaze Spreads wide the hope of plunder and of praise ;
The fierce Croatian, and the wild Huffar,
And all the sons of ravage crowd the war;
The baffled prince in honour's flatt'ring bloom
Of hafly greatness finds the fatal doom,
His foes derifion, and his subjects blame,
And steals to death from anguish and from shame.
Enlarge ' my life with multitude of days,
In health, in fickness, thus the suppliant prays;
Hides from himself his state, and shuns to know,
That life protracted is protracted woe.
Time hovers o'er, impatient to destroy, -
And shuts up all the passages of joy :
In vain their gifts the bounteous seasons pour,
The fruit autumnal, and the vernal flow'r,
With liftless eyes the dotard views the store,
He views, and wonders that they please no more ;
Now pall the tasteless meats, and joyless wines,
And Luxury with fighs her slave resigns.
Approach, ye minstrels, try the foothing strain,
And yield the tuneful lenitives of pain :
No founds alas would touch th' impervious ear,
Tho' dancing mountains witness Orpheus near,
Nor lute nor lyre his feeble pow'rs attend,
Nor sweeter mufick of a virtuous friend,
But everlasting dictates crowd his tongue,
Perversely grave or positively wrong.
The still returning tale, and ling'ring jest,
Perplex the fawning niece and pamper'd guest,
While growing hopes scarce awe the gath’ring sneer,
And scarce a legacy can bribe to hear ;
The watchful guests ftill hint the last offence,
The daughter's petulance, the son's expence,
Improve his heady rage with treach'rous skill,
And mould his paflions 'till they make his will,
Unnumber'd maladies his joints invade,
Lay fiege to life and press the dire blockade;
But unextinguish'd Av’rice still remains,
And dreaded losses aggravate his pains ;
He turns, with anxious heart and cripled hands,
His bonds of debt, and mortgages of lands ;
Or views his coffers with suspicious eyes,
Unlocks his gold, and counts it 'till he dies.
But grant, the virtues of a temp'rate prime
Bless with an age exempt from scorn or crime ;
An age that melts in unperceiv'd decay,
And glides in modeft innocence away;
Whose peaceful day Benevolence endears,
Whose night congratulating Conscience chears ;
The gen’ral fav’rite, as the gen’ral friend ;
age there is, and who could with its end?
Yet ev'n on this her load Misfortune flings,
To press the weary minutes flagging wings :
New forrow rises as the day returns,
A fifter fickens, or a daughter mourns.
Now kindred Merit fills the sable bier,
Now lacerated friendship claims a tear.
Year chafes year, decay pursues decay,
Still drops some joy from with’ring life away;
New forms arise, and diff'rent views
Superfluous lags the vet'ran on the stage,
'Till pitying Nature figns the last release,
And bids afflicted worth retire to peace.
But few there are whom hours like these await,
Who set unclouded in the gulphs of Fate.
From Lydia's monarch should the search defcend,
By Solon caution d to regard his end,
In life's last scene what prodigies surprise,
Fears of the brave, and follies of the wise?
From Marlb'rough's eyes the streams of dotage flow,
And swift expires a driv'ler and a show.
The m teeming mother, anxious for her race,
Begs for each birth the fortune of a face:
Yet Vane could tell what ills from beauty spring :
And Sedley curs'd the form that pleas'd a king.
Ye nymphs of rosy lips and radiant eyes,
Whom Pleasure keeps too busy to be wise,
Whom Joys with soft varieties invite,
By day the frolick, and the dance by night,
Who frown with vanity, who smile with art,
And ask the latest fashion of the heart,