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On Sion's holy hill he took his land,
Ah, me! de fruction is abroad! Gralping onnipotence in his right hand;
Vengeance is loose, and wrath from Gri Then mightyear: hquakes rok’d the ground, See ! hosts of spoilers seize their posy! And the sun darken'd as he frown'd:
See ! Naughter marks in blood his way
See how embattled Rabylon
Like an unruly deluge rushes on !
Lo! The fields w thi millions swarms! The tents of Curhan quak'd with fear, I hear their houts! their clashing arms 1 And Midian trembled with despair.
Now the condicting hufis engige, I fee! his sword wave naked in the air ;
With more than mortal rage It lheds around a baleful ray,
Oh! heaven! I faint -] die —
Of Sion ! now the links, the falls !
Ah ! Sion, how for thee I mourn !
Ah! how art thou become the Pagans scors, March'd he against the rivers ? or was he,
Lovely, unhappy Ifrael !
A livering danıp invades my heart,
A trembling horror fhoots through every part The deity in all his equipage of war ;
My nodding frame can scarce fuitzen And lo! at once it burits ! in diverse falls
The oppreflive load I undergo : - On either hand! it swells in cryital walls !
Speechless I sigh ! the envious wce The ecernal rocks disclose | the tossing waves
Forbids the very pleasure to complain : Ruth in loud thunder from a thousand caves !
Forbids my faultering tongue to tell Why tremble ye, o faithless! to behold
What pangs for thee I feel, The opening deeps their gulphs unfold ?
Lovely, unhappy Ifrael ! Enter the dreadful charms! 'tis God, who guides Yet though the fig-tree should no burthen bers
, Your wondrous way! the God who rules the tides Though vines delude the promise of the yea; And lo! they march amid the deafening roar
Yet though the olive should not yield her cl, Of tumbling seas! they mount the adverse shore I Nor the parch'd glebe reward the peasani's tons Advance, ye chosen tribes ! Arabia's lands,
Though the tir'd ox beneath his labours fall, Lonely, uncomfortable lands !
And herds in millions perith from the fall ! Void of foun'ain, void of rain,
Yet shall my grateful strings
For ever praise thy name,
For ever the proclaim,
Thee everlasting Göd, the mighty King of kar. He Afrikes the stubborn rock, and lo! The stubborn rock fecis ihe Almighty blow! His ftony entrails burst, and rushing torrents flow,
+ Then did the sun his fiery coursers stay,
ON HER SICKNESS AND RECOVERT.
And all the secret springs
SURE never pain such beauty wore,
Or look'd so amiable before !
You «graces give to a disease,
Adorn the pain, and make it please :
Thus burning incenfe sheds perfumes,
Still fragrant as it ftill consumes.
Nor can even fickness, which disarms,
All other nymphs, deitroy your charms ;
The nimble-fosted minutes ecafe to rus
And urge the lasy hours on.
Time hangs kis unexpanded wings, * 1 see his favord wate with redoubled ire.
And all the secret ifrings
That Ah! has it set the very clouds on fires
carry on the year The clouds burst down in deluges of flicquers ;
Stop in the.r full career ; Fierce lightning frames, rindierive thureer roars.
At once th' aftonifi'd moon † Ah, ebat reev fires urfold, what wice I kcar!
Forgets her going down,
And faler grows,
ung thy wheels chemie i jiuy, Doubling the splenua's of the wondrous day:
While through the trembling Paças natis,
A thousand beauties you can spire,
The Aowers with lively beauty bloom, And still be firest of the fair.
The arms denounce an instant doom. Buc fee! the pain begins to Ay;
Thus, when the Britons in array Though Venus bled, she could 1100 die :
Their enligns to the sun display, See! the new Phenix point her eyes,
In the same flag are lilies thewn, And lovelier from her ashes rise :
And angry lions sternly frown ; Thus roses, when the storm is o'er,
On high the glittering standard fiies,
And conquers all things like your eyes.
PART OF THE XXXVIIITH AND XXXIXTA. That to the smiling earth restore
CHAPTERS OF JOB.
Now from the splendors of his bright abode And yet how well did the sustain,
On wings of all the winds th' Almighty And greatly triumph o'er her pain !
rorle, So flowers, when blafting winds invade,
And the loud voice of thunder spoke the God. Breathe sweet, and beautifully fade..
Cherubs, and seraphs from cælellial bowers ! Now in her cheeks, and radiant eyes,
Ten thousand thousand ! bright, ethereal powers 1 New blushes glow, new lightings rise ;
Ministrant round, their radiant files unfold, Behold a thousand charms succeed,
Arm'd in eternal adamant, and gold ! For which athousand hearts must bleed!
Whirlwinds and thundrous storms his chariot drew Brighter from her disease the shines,
'Tween worlds and worlds, triumphant as it flew : As fire the precious gold refines.
He stretch'd his dark pavilion o'er the floods, Thus when the filent grave becomes
Bade hills subside, and reign'd th' obedient clouds ; Pregnant with life, as fruitful wombs ;
Then from his awful gloom the godhead spoke, When the wide seas, and spacious earth,
And at his voice affrighted nature shook. Refign us to our second birth;
Vain man I who boldly with dim reason's ray Our moulder'd frame rebuilt assumes
Vies with his God, and rivals his full day! New beauty, and for ever blooms ;
* But tell me now, say how this beauteous And, crowo'd with youth's immortal pride,
frame We angels rise, who mortals dy'd.
of all things from the womb of nothing
came ; When nature's Lord with one Almighty call From no-where rais'd the world's capacious
ball ? TO BELINDA,
Say if thy hand directs the various rounds
Of the vast earth, and circumscribes the bounds? ON HER APRON EMBROIDERED WITH How orbs oppos'd to orbs amid the fky, ARMS AND FLOWERS.
In concert move, and dance in harmony?
What wondrous pillars their foundations bear THE listening trees Amphion drew
When hung felf-balanc'd in the fluid air ? To dance from hills, where once they grew : Why the vast tides sometimes with wanton play But you express a power more great ;
In shining mazes gently glide away ; The flowers you draw not, but create.
Anon, why swelling with impetuous itores Behold your own creation rise,
Tumultuous tumbling, thunder to the shores? And smile beneath your radiant eyes !
By thy command does fair Aurora rise, 'Tis beauteous all! and yet receives
And gird with purple beams the blushing skies ; From you more graces than it gives.
The warbling lark salutes her chearful ray,
And welcomes with his song the rising day ;
Th'ambrosial dew with balmy odour fills
The flowers, the flowers rejoice, and nature But cruel you, who thus employ
smiles. Both arms and beauty to destroy !
Why night, in fable robid, as day-light fades, So Venus marches to the fray
O'er half the nations draws her awful shades ?
But tell me mortal, when th' Almighty faid,
Be made, ye worlds ! how worlds at once were The lovely Flora paints the earth,
; nd calls the morning flowers to birth : But you display a porver more great ;
When hofts of angels wrapt in wender Jung she calls forth flowers, but you create.
His praise as order from difonder
Now peaceful nature lies diffus'd in case ;
Th' exhaufted urns of thirsty springs fupply, A solemn stillness reigns o'er land and seas. And mitigate the fever of the sky ?
Sleep sheds o'er all his balm I to sleep resign'd, Or, when the heavens are charg'd with gtcony Birds, beasts lie hush'd, and busy human-kind.
Restrain the deluge, and restore the day?
By thee does summer deck herself with charms, Now clouds swift-skimming veil her sullied ray, Or boary winter lock his frozen arms ? + Now bright she blazes with a fuller day: Say, if thy hand instruct the rose to glow, The Atars in order twinkle in the skies,
Or to the lily give unsullied snow? And fall in filence, and in filence rise :
Teach fruits to knit from blossoms by degrees, Til, as a giant strong, a bridegroom gay,
Swell into orbs, and load the bending trees, The fun springs dancing through the gates of day : Whose various kinds a various hue unfold, He shakes his dewy locks, and hurls his beams With crimson blush, or burnish into gold ? . O'er the proud hills, and down the glowing streams : Say, why the sun arrays with shining dyes His fiery coursers bound above the main,
The gaudy bow that gilds the gloomy skies? And whirl the car along th' ethereal plain :
He from his urn pours forth his golden streams, The fiery coursers and the car display
And humid clouds imbibe the glittering beams; A stream of glory, and a flood of day.'
Sweetly the varying colours fade or rife, Did eler thy eye descend into the deep,
And the vast arch embraces half the skies. Or haft thou seen where infant tempefts fleep? Say, didt thou give the mighty seas their bars, Was e'er the grave, or regions of the night, Fill air with fowl, or light up heaven with stars, Yet trod by thee, or open d to thy fight?
Whose thousand times ten thousand lamps display Has death disclos'd to thee her gloomy state A friendly radiance, mingling ray with ray? The ghaftly forms, the various woes that wait Say, capít thou rule the coursers of the sun, In terrible array before ber awful gate ?
Or lalh the lazy fign, Boötes, on? Know'rt thou where darknefs bears eternal sway, Dost thou instruct the eagle how to fly, Or where the source of everlasting day?
To mount the viewless winds, and tower the sky? Say, why the thriving hail with rushing sound On sounding pinions borne, he soars, and shrouds Pours from on high, and rattles on the ground? His proud aspiring head among the clouds ; Why hover (nows, down-wavering by degrees, Strong-pounc'd, and fierce, he darts upon his prey, Shine from the hills, or glitter from the trees? He sails in triumph through th'ethereal way, Say, why, in lucid drops, the balmy rain
Bears on the fun, and basks in open day. With sparkling gems impearls the spangled plain ? Does the dread King, and terror of the wood, Or, gathering in the vale, a current flows,
The lion, from thy hand expect his food ? And on each flower a sudden spring bestows? Stung with keen hunger from his den he comes, Say, why with gentle fighs the evening breeze Ranges the plains, and o'er the forest roams : Salutes the flowers, or murmurs through the trees * He snuffs the track of beaíts, he fiercely foars, Or wby loud winds in storms of vengeance fly, Doubling the horrors of the midnight hours : Howl o'er the main, and thunder in the sky? With fullen majesty he stalks away, Say, to what wondrous magazines repair
And the rocks tremble while he seeks his prey: The vicwless beings, when serene the air ?
Dreadful he grins, he rends the savage brood Till, from their dungeons loos’d, they roar aloud, With unsheath'd paws, and churns the spouting Upturn whole oceans, and toss cloud on cloud,
blood. While waves encountering waves, in mountains Dost thou with thunder arm the generous horse, driven,
Add nervous limbs, or swiftness for the course? Swell to the starry vault, and dash the heaven. Fleet as the wind, he shoots along the plain, Knowiat chow, why comets threaten in the air, U And knows no check, nor hears the curbing rein ;
His bright The plague, the sword, and all the forms of war Dart a fierce glory, and a dreadful light : On ruddy wings why forky lightning flies,
Pleas'd with the clank of arms, and trumpets' found,
Rouz'd with the noble din and martial fight,
He pants with tumults of severe delight:
His sprightly blood an even course disdains,
Pours from his heart, and charges in his veins ; Dribling the terrors of the midnight hour.
He braves the spear, and mocks the twanging bowy The foul, the fshes, to repose rejignid,
Demand's the fight, and rushes on the foe.
* He mocks the beating forms and wintery disordersg. † Nur bright fhe blazes, and supplies the day. Making wght hidecus; as he sternly roars,
ADIE U vain mirth, and noisy joys !
Ye gay desires, deluding toys ! Thou, thoughtful Melancholy, deign To hide me in thy pensive train ! If by the fall of murmuring floods, Where awful shades embrown the woods, Or if, where winds in caverns groan, Thou wandereft filent and alone; Come, blissful mourner, wisely sad, In forrow's garb, in sable clad; Henceforth, thou Care, my hours employ! Sorrow, be thou henceforth my joy! By tombs where sullen spirits stalk, Familiar with the dead I walk ; While to my sighs and groans by turns, From graves the midnight echo mourns. Open thy marble jaws, 0 tomb, Though earth conceal me in thy womb ! And you, ye worms, this frame confound, Ye brother reptiles of the ground ! O life, frail offspring of a day ! 'Tis puff d with one short gasp away! Swife as the short-liv'd flower it flies, It springs, it blooms, it fades, it dies. With cries we usher in our birth, With groans resign our transient breath : While round, ftern ministers of fate, Pain, and disease, and forrow wait. While childhood reigns, the sportive boy Learns only prettily to toy ; And, while he roves from play, to play,
The wanton trifles life away. When to the noon of life we rise, The man grows elegant in vice ; To glorious guilt in courts he climbs, Vilely judicious in his crimes. When youth and strength in age are loft, Man seems already half a ghost ; Wither'd and wan, to earth he bows, A walking hospital of woes. Oh ! happiness, thou empty name! Say, art thou bought by gold or fame? What at thou, gold, but shining earth? Thou, common fame, but common breath? If virtue contradict the voice Of public fame, applause-is noise; Ev'n victors are by conquest curst, The bravest warrior is the worst. Look round on all that man below Idly calls great, and all is show! All, to the coffin from our birth, In this vast toy-shop of the earth. Come then, O friend of virtuous woe, With folemn pace, demure, and Now : Lo! sad and serious, I pursue Thy steps adicu, vain world, adieu !
Gilds every mountain with a ruddy ray!
LYCIDAS. Sing, Muse and oh! may Townshend deign to
Thus godlike Scipio, on whose cares reclin'd
Feed round, my goats; ye sheep, in safety graze; Ye winds, breathe gently while I tuna my lays.
The joyous spring draws nigh! ambrofial showers
| Oh! to these plains again, bright nymph, repair, Severe the storms! when shuddering winter binds Or from my breast far hence thy image bear! The earth! but winter yields to vernal winds.
LYCIDAS. Oh! Love, thy rigour my whole life deforms,
Come Delia, come! till Delia bless these feats, More cold than winter, more severe than storms!
Hide me, ye groves, within your dark retreats! LYCIDAS.
In hollow groans, ye winds, around me below! Sweet is the spring, and gay the summer hours, Ye bubbling fountains, murmur to my woe! When balmy odours breathe from painted flowers ;
Where'er the treads, ye flowers, adorn the way!
From fulcry funs, ye groves, my charmer keep To savage rocks, through bleak inclement skies, Ye bubbling fountains, murmur to her Deep! Deaf as those rocks, from me my fair-one flies :
LYCIDAS. Oh! virgin, cease to Ay! th' inclement air. If Atreams smooth-wandering, Delia, yield delight; May hurt thy charcos !-but thou haft charms to if the gay mose, or lily, please thy fight; spare !
Smooth ftreams here wander, here the roses glow, LYCIDAS.
Ilere the proud lilies rise to shade thy brow! I love, and ever shall my love remain,
Aid me, ye Muses, while I loud proclaim
What love inspires, and fing Belinda's name :
And sport, ye echoes, with the favourite sound, DAPHNIS. With a feign'd passion, the I love, beguiles,
LYCIDAS. And gayly false the dear diffembler (miles; Thy name, my Delia, shall improve my song, But let her till those bleft deceits employ,
The pleasing labour of my ravish'd tongue: Still may she feign, and cheat me into joy!
Her name to heaven propitious Zephyrs bear,
And breathe it to her kindred angels there!
An awful horror fills the gloomy woods,
And bluish mists rise from the smoaking floods :
* Hafte, Daphnis, haste to fold thy woolly care, DAPHNIS.
The deepening lhades imbrown th' unwholefore air. Once, as my fair-one in the rosy bower In gentle Numbers pass'd the noon-tide hour, Soft I approach'd, and raptur'd with the bliss At leisure gaz'd, then stole a filent kiss : She wak'd; when conscious smiles, but ill represt,
THE FIRST O DE OF HORACE,
MÆCENAS, whose high lineage springs
From a long race of ancient kings, She fmild, and vow'd if thus her crimes I pay,
Patron and friend ! thy honour'd name She would offend a thousand times a day!
At once is my defence and fame.
There are, who with fond transport praise
The chariot thundering in the race;
Where conquest won, and palms bestow'd, From my embrace the lovely scorner fled;
Lift the proud mortal to a God. But Atumbling in the flight, by chance she fell:
The man who courts the people's voice, I saw-but what her lover will not tell !
And doats on offices and noise ;
Or they who till the peaceful fields,
And reap what bounteous nature yields,
Unmov'd, the merchant's wealth behold, And in the dark conceal'd the wanton lay ;
Nor hazard happiness for gold; But laugh’d, and show'd by the directing Cound
Untempted by whole worlds of gain
To item the billows of the main.
Hafte, Lycidas, to fold, &