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O pity me, O weep my care,

A thousand, thousaid pains i beit,
WHICH BELINDA GAVE ME FROM HER I luve, I die through deep deft siz!

O! lovely offspring of the May,

Whence Aow thy balmy ocours, say !
Such odouis-not the orient boafts !
Though Paradise adorn'd the coats !

THE STORY OF TA* : O! Tweeter than each flower that bloors,

From the Fourth Back This fragrance from thy bofom comes!

of Anca

indius Thence, thence such wecis are spread abrcad,

V 1529. As might be incense for a God!

THE evening 157.*::**.2: dres og tres, When Venus ftood conceal'd from view,

His gesintilelt,
Her son, the latent * Goddess knew,

Stretch'd nice cocinary
Such sweets breath'd round | and thus we know A lwiel forretji eis o 1823
Our other Venus here below.

At once in acciare la
But see ! my faireft, see this flower,

The mofe * che, irop, an sisi tie This short-liv'd beauty of an hour !

All night, ali da', they!.. til se Such are thy charms !--yet Zephyrs bring

Tow'ra Carpathos, and resi The flower to bloom again in spring :

Thence Crete they view, But beauty, when it once declines,

main, No more to warm the lover shines ;

The queen of ies: Alas! inceffant fpeeds the day,

There Talus, whis When thou halt be but common clay!

Rocks sheer up. When I, who now ado e, may see,

A giant, (puting And ev’n with horror ftart from Thee!

Their birthstonen on

; Eut ere, sweet girt, thy grace consumes, Fierce guard or Cutie. By jove abitant giren Show thou my fair-one how the blooms!

To i legislators, ftyl': the fons of heaven: Put forth thy charms :--and then declare

To mercy deaf, he thrice each year explores Thyself less sweet, thyself less fair !

The trembling ine, and strides frim fhores Then sudden, by a swift decay,

fhores : Let all thy beauties fade away ;

A form of living brass! one part beneath And let her in thy glass descry,

Alone he bears, a path to let in death, How youth, and how frail beauty die.

Where o'er the ankle swells the turgid rein, Ah! turn, my charmer, turn thy eyes !

Soft to the stroke, and sensible of pain. See! how at once it fades, it dies !

And now her magic spells I Medea tries, While thinemit gaily pleas'd the view,

Bids the red fiends, the dogs of Orcus rise, Unfaded, as before it grew!

That, starting dreadful from th' infernal thade, Now, from thy bosom doom'd to stray,

Ride heaven in storms, and all that breathe, 'Tis only beauteous in decay :

invade i So the sweet-smelling Indian flowers,

Thrice the applies the power of magic prayer, Griev'd when they leave those happier Thores, Thrice, hellward bending, mutters charms in air ; Sicken, and die away in curs.

Then, turning tow'rd the foe, bids mischief fly, So flowers, in eden fund to blow,

Anu looks deitruction as the points her eye: In Paradise would only grow.

Then spectres, riling from Tartarean bowers, Nor wonder, faireft, to survey

Howl round in air, or grin along the shores ; The flower fo suddenly decay !

While, || cearing up whole hills, the giant throws Too cold thy breast! t nor can it grow

Outrageous, rocks on rocks, to crush the fues : Between such little hills of snow.

But, frantic as he strides, a sudden wound Low, vain infidel, no more

Bursts the life-vein, and blood o'erspreads the Deride th' Ægyptians, who adore

ground : The rising herb, and blooming flower ;

As from the furnace, in a burning flood, Now, now their convert I will be,

Pours molten lead, se pours in streams his bloed ; O lovely flower! to worship thee.

And now he staggers, as the spirit flies, But if thou 'rt one of their rad train

He faints, he links, he tumbles, and he dies. Who dy'd for love, and cold aisdain,

As some huge cedar on a mountain's brow, Who, chang'd by some kind pitying power, Pierc'd by the steel expects the final blow, A I lover once, art now a flower ;

A while it totters with alternate (way,

Till freihening breezes through the branches play i * Ambrofiæque comce divinum vertice odcrem Sporazêre.


+ Minos and Rhademanthusa
low could it grow.

İ V. 1665.
See Ovid's Mitaimpso

i V. 1679.

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Then, tumbling downward with 'a thundering | Blaz'd on his limbs, and bright as Jove's dire bolts sound,

Flallid o'er the field, and lignend io the skies. Falls headlong, and o'erspreads a breadth of ground : As toiling icapeis in some spacious field, So, as the giant falls, the ocean roars ;

Rang'd in two bands: move adverte, rank on rank Our-itrecch'd he lies, and covers half the fores.

Where o'er the tilth che grain in tars of gold
Waves noding to the breeze! at once they bend,
At once the copious harveit swells the ground :
So ruth to battle o'er the dreadfui field

Hort againt host ; they meet, they close, and ranks From the ELEVENTH BOOK of the ILIAD Tumble un ranks; no thoughts appear of light, of HOMER.

None of dismay : dubivus in even scales

Ilie battle hanys: nor tiercer, ravenous wɔlves
In the Style of Milton.

Dispute the prey! the deathful scene wich jiy
Discord, dire parent of tremendous woes,

Surveys exultant; of th' immoral train
NOW gay Aurora from Tithonus' bed

Discord aluse defcends, afiiits alone Rose in the orient, tu proclaim the day The horrors of the field ; in peace the Gods To Gods and men ; down to the Grecian tents High in Olympian bowers on radiant thrones Saturnian Jove sends Difcord, red with blood ; . Lanent the works of man; but loud complaints War in her hand she grasps, enlign of war ; From every God arose ; Jove favour'd Troy, On brave Ulyfles' ihip the touk her itand, At partial jove they murmur'd : he uomoorid The certre of the hot, that all might hear All heaven in murmura neud, apart he late Her dreadful voice: her dreadful voice she rais’d; Enchrond in glory : down to earth he turn'd Jarring along the rattling shores it ran

His ftedtaft eye, and from his throne furvey'd To the Aect's wide extremes. Achilles heard, The rising towers of Troy, the tented shores, And Ajax heard the found : with martial fires The blaze of arms, the flayer and the flain. Now every bosom burns ; arms, glorious arms, Wbile, with his morning wheels, the God of Fierce they demand: the noble Orthian song

day Suello every heart; no coward thoughts of fight

Climb'd up the steep of heaven, with equal rage Rise in their souls, but blood they breathe and In murderous storms the shates from holt to holt

Flew adverse, and in equal numbers fell Now by the * trench profound, the charioteers

Promiscuous Greek and Trojan, till the hour Range their proud steeds ; now car by car displays When the tir'd woodman in the shady vale e direful front; now o'er the trembling field Spreads his penurious meal, when high the sun Rathes th'embattled foot ; noise rends the skies,

Flames in the zenith, and his finewy arms Noile unextinguib'd: ere the beamy day

Scarce wield the pondrous ax, whilo hunger Flam'd in the aërial vault, ítretch'd in the van

keen Stond the bold infantry: the rushing cars

Admonishes, and nature sper.t with toil Furm'd the deep rear in battailous array.

Craves due repait-Then Greece the ranks of Now from his heavens Jove hurls his burning

Troy bolts ;

With horrid inroad goar'd : fierce from the van Hoarfe muttering thunders grumble in the sky;

Sprung the stern * king of men; and breathing While from the clou js, initead of morning-dews,

death Huge drops of blood distain the crimson ground;

Where, in firm battle, Trojans band by band Patal prelage ! that in that dreadful day

Embudy'd stood, pursued his dreadful way : The great should bleed, imperial heads lie low ! His hoit his steps attends : now glows the war ; Mean time the bands of Troy in proud array

Hiorte treads on horle ; and man, encountering Stand in their arins, and from a rising ground

man, Breathe furious war': Here gatherings hots attend Swells the dire field with death : the plunging The towering Hector: there refulgent bands

steeds Surround Polydamas, Æneas there

Beat the firm glebes ; thick dust in riling clouds Marshals his juntless files ; nor unemploy'd

Darkens the iky. Indignant o'er the plain Stand Polybus, Ageror gcai in arms,

Atrides stalks ; deach every step atrends.
And Acamas, whole frame the Gods endow'd As when, in some huge forcft, sudden fiames
With inore than mortals charms : fierce in the Rage dreadful, when rough winds allist the blaze,

Fron tree to tree the fery torrent rolls,
Stern Hector shines, aud fhakes his blazing And the vait forett links with all its groves

Beneath the burning deluge ; so whole hoits
As the fierce dog-star with mulignant fires

Yield to Atrides' arm : car against car Flames in the front of heaven, then, lost in clouds, Ruf'd rattling o'er the field, and through the Veils his pernicious beams; from rank torank

ranks So Hector strode ; now dreadful in the van Unguided broke while breathless on the ground Advanc'd his fun-broad shield, now to the rear

Lay the pale charioteers, in death deforin'd;
Swift rushing disappear'd : His radiant arms



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To their chaste brides sad spectacles of woe, A blooming offspring fills the parent's plac
Now only grateful to the fowls of air.

With equal fragranee, and with equal grace Mean time, the care of Jove, great Hector stood But ah! how short a date on earth is given Secure in scenes of death, in ttorms of darts, To the most lovely workmanship of heaven! In Naughter and alarms, in dust and blood.

Too soon that cheek must every charm resign, Still Agamemnon rushing o'er the field

And those love-darting eyes forget to sbine! Leads his bold bands : whole hoits before him fly; While thousands weeping round, with lighs survey Now Ilus's tomb they pass, Low urge their way What once was you—now only beauteous Clay ! Close by the fig-tree shade : with thouts the king Ev'n from the canvass shall thy image fade, Pursues the foe inceffant : duft and blood,

And thou re-perith in thy perish'd shade : Blood mix'd with dust, distains his murderous hands. Then may this verse to future ages show As when a lion in the gloom of night

One perfect beauty such as thou art now! Invades an herd of beeves, o'er all the plains May it the graces of thy soul display, Tremhling they scatter ; furious on the prey Till this world links, and suns themselves decay The generous savage flies, and with fierce joy When with immortal beauty thou shalt rise, Seizes the last ; his hungry foaming jaws

To shine the loveliest angel in the skies.
Churn the black blood, and rend the panting prey :
Thus Aed the foe; Atrides thus pursued
And still the hindmolt New ; they from their cars
Fell headlong ; for his javelin, wild for blood,
Rag'd terribly : and now proud Troy had fall'n,
But the dread Sire of men and Gods descends
Terrific from his heavens, his vengeful hand
Ten thousand thunders grasps : on ida's heights
He takes his stand; it shakes with all its groves

To Mr. FENTON's excellent Tragedy,
Beneath the God; the god suspends the war.



that grace

WHEN breathing statues mouldering waste away,

And tombs, unfaithful to their truft, decay; The Muse rewards the suffering good with fame,

Or wakes the prosperous villain into shame ;

To the stern tyrant gives fictitious power
To reign the restless monarch of an hour.

Obedient to her call, this night appears

Great Herod rising from a length of years ;

A name! enlarg'd with titles not his own,
Servile to mount, and savage on a throne :
Yet oft a throne is dire misfortune's seat,

A pompous wretchedness, and woe in itate! O! wondr us art,

to shadows | But such the curse that from ambition springs, rives!

For this he slaughter'd half a racc of kings: By whose command the lovely phantom lives! But now, reviving in the British scene, Smiles with her smiles! the mimic eye instils He looks majestic with a milder mien, A real frame ! the fancy'd lightning kills !

His features foften'd with the deep distress Thus mirrors catch the love-inspiring face,

Of love, made greatly wretched by excess : And the new charmer grace returns for grace. From lust of power to jealous fury toft,

Hence shall thy beauties, when no more appears We see the tyrant in the lover loft. Their fair possessor, shine a thousand

years ; 0! Love, thou source of mighty joy or woe! By age uninjur d, future times adorn

Thou softest friend, or man's most dangerous foe! And warm the hearts of millions yet unborn, Fantastic power !* what rage thy darts inspire, Who, gazing on the portrait with a figh,

When too much beauty kindles too much fire ! Shall grieve fuch perfect charms could ever die : Those darts, to jealous rage stern Herod drove ; How would they grieve, if to such beauties join'd It was a crime, but crime of too much love! The paint could show the wonders of thy mind ! Yet if condemn'd he falls-with pitying eyes

O virgin! born th'admiring world to grace! Behold his injur'd Mariamne rise !
Transmit thy excellence to latest days ;

No fancy'd tale ! our opening scenes disclose
Yield to thy lover's vows ! and then Mall rise Historic truth, and swell with real woes.
A race of beauties conquering with thine eyes ; Awful in virtuous grief the queen appears,
Who, reigning in thyri ums, from death shall save And strong the eloquence of royal tears;
That lovely form, and triumph o'er the grave. By woes ennobled, with majestic pace,
Thus, when through age the rose-tree's charms she meets misfortune, glorious in difgrace

When all her fading beauties die away ;

What fangs, &

But when Apollo in her breast abode,
She heav'd, she swell'd, the felt the rushing God :
Then accents more than mortal from her bruke;
And when the God inspir'd, the priestess spoke.

Small is the praise of beauty, when it flies
Fair hunour's laws, at best but lovely vice.
Charms it like Venus with celestial air ??
Ev'n Venus is but scandalousy fair ;
But when strict honour with fair features joins,
Like heat and light, at once it warms and shines.

* Then let her fate your kind attention raise,
Whole perfect charms were but her second praise :
Beauty and virtue your protection claim ;
Give tears to beauty, give to virtue fame.


To the Right Honourable the Lord CORNWALLIS.

WHILE part its noon the lamp of life de

clines, TO MR, A. POPE,

And age my vital Alame invades;

Faint, and more faint, as it defcends, it shines, WHO CORRECTED MY VERSES.

And haftes, alas ! to set in shades.

Then some kind power shall guide my ghost to IF.c'er my humble Muse melodious fings,

glades 'Tis when you animate and tune her strings ; Where, seated by Elysian springs, ife'er the mounts, 'tis when you prune her wings. Famid Addison at.uu'd to patriot Shades You, like the fun, your glorious beams display, His lyre, and Albion's glory sings. Deal to the darkest orb a friendly ray,

There round, majestic fades, and heroes' forms, And cloach it with the lustre of the day.

Will thiong, to learn what pilot guides, Mean was the piece, unelegantly wrought,

Watchful, Britannia's helm through factious storms, The colours faint, is regular the draught;

And curbs the murmuring rebel tides. But your

commanding touch, your nicer art, Rais'd every stroke, and brighten'd every part.

I tell how Townshend treads the glorious path So, when Luke drew the rudiments of man,

That leads the great to deathless fame, An angel finish'd what the faint began ;

And dwell at large on spotless English faith, His wondrous pencil, dipt in heavenly dyes,

While Walpole is the favourite theme. Gave beauty to the face, and lightning to the How, nobly rising in their country's cause, eyes

The stedfait arbiters of right
Confus'd it lay, a rough unprlish'd mass ; Exalt the just and good, to guard her laws,
You gave the royal stamp, and made it pass :

And call forth merit into light.
Hence ev'n deformity a beauty grew ;
She pleas'd, the charm’d, but pleas's and charmid A loud applause around the echoing coast
by you;

Of all the pleas'd Elysium flies.-
Though like Prometheus I the image frame, But, friend, what place had you, replies Come
You give the life, and bring the heavenly flame.

ghost, Thus when the Nile diffus'd his watery train

When merit was the way to rise ?
In streams of plenty o'er the fruitful plain ;
L'níhapen forms, the refute of the flood,

What deanery, or prebend, thine, declare ?

Good heavens ! unable to reply,
Illued imperfect from the teeming mud;
Put the great source and parent of the day.

How like a stupid idiot I should stare
Fathion'd the creature, and inform’d the clay.t

An answer, good my lord, supply.
Weak of herself, my Muse forbears her flighi,
Views her own lowness, and Parnassus' height;

Ah ! how I lisien, while the mortal lay
But when you you aid her long, and deign to nod,

Lifts me from earth above the solar way! She spreads a bolder wing, and feels the present God.

Åk! how I look with scorn ca pompous crowns, So the Cumæan prophetess was dumb,

And pily mora: chs on their splendid thrones,
Blind to the knowledge of events to come ;

W nile, thou my guide, I trace ail nature's latus,
By juft gradations, to the sovereign caule !

Pleas'd I survey kor varying schemes un te,

Worlds with the atoms, angels with the mire, * Then let her fare your just attention raise,

And end in God, high thron'd above all height, Whoje perfeci gruces were but second praije.

Who sees, as Lord of all, with equal eye,

Nowe proud tyrant perish, then a fly.

Mthinks 1 view the

patriarct's iadder rise, * To nobler i hemes thy Muje triumphant foars,

Its bafe on earth, its summit in the skies: Mounts through the tracts of air, and heaven ex Each wor.drous ftep by glorious angels trod, plores.

And heaven unfolding to the throne of God, Say, has jome seraph tun'd thy sacred lyre,

Bethis thy praile! I haunt the lovely bawer, Or deign'd to touch thy hallow'd lips with fire? Sport by the spring, or paint the blooming flower, For sure such jounds exelt th' immorial firing, Nor dares the Muje attempi 40 arduus height, As proven approves, and rapiur'd angusfing.

ON A MISCHIEVOUS WOMAN., You fit at home; enjoy your * coriín,

While hearts are ofier'd by the dozen :
FOM peace, and social joy, Medusa Aics,

Ob ! born above your sex to rile,
Ard loves to her the storm of anger rile; With pouth, wealth, beauty, titie --wise!.
Thus hugs and witches hute the smiles of day,

O! Lady bright, did ne'er you mark yet,
Sport in loud thunder, and in tempests play. in country fair, or country market,

A beru, whose eloquence might charm ye,
Erlifting soldiers for ihe army?
He flatters every well-built youth,

And tells him every thing but truth.

He cries, Good friend, I'm glad I hap'd in
Your company, you'll make a captain !

He lifts- but finds thefe gaudy shows
SILLIA, with uncontested fway,
Like Rome's fam'd tyrant reigns;

Soon chang'd to furly looks, and biows :

'Tis now, March, rascal! what, d'ye grumble ? Beholds adoring crowds obey,

Thwack goes the cane! I'll make you humble. And heroes proud to wear her chains !

Such weddings are: ard I resemble 'em, Yet stoops, like him, to every prize,

Almost in all points to this emblem. Easy to murder beaux and flies.

While courtship lafts, 'tis, Dear! 'tis, Madam! She aims at every triling heart,

The sweetest creature sure fince Adam ! Attends each hatterer's vows,

Had I the ye.-'s of a Methusalem, And, like a picture drawn with art,

How in my charmer's praise I'd use all 'em! A look on all that gize bestows.

Oh ! take me to thy arms, my beauty ! O! may the power who lovers rules,

I doat, adore the very shoe-tye ! Grant rather scorn, than hope with fools

They wed--but, fancy grown less warming, Miftaken nymph! the crowds that gaze

Next morn, he thinks the bride less charining :

He says, nay swears, My wife grows old in Adore thee into shame ;

One fingle month; then falls to scolding,
Unguarded beauty in disgrace,

What, madam, gadding every day!
And coxcombs, when they praise, defamae.
O! fly fisch bru es in human f.apes,

Up to your room! there stitch, or pray !
Nor, like th' Ægyptians, worship apes.

Such proves the marriage itate! but for all These truths, you'll wed, and scorn the moral.


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Being a Letter to the Widow in LONDON.
WHILE Delia shines at Hurlochrumbo,

And darts her (prightly cye at some beau ;
Then, clofe behind her fin retiring,
Sces through the sticks whole crowds admiring :
You lip your melancholy co-ffy
And at the name of man, cry, Ophy!
Or, when the noisy rapper thunders,
Say coluly-Sure the fellow blunders!
Unseen! though peer on peer approaches :
James, I'm abroad ! —but learn the coaches.

As some youag pleader, when his purse is
Unfill'd through want of controversies,
Atiends, untill the chinks are fill'd all,
Th'aflizes, Weftraifter, and Guildhall;
While graves lawyers keep their house, and
Collect the guineas by the thousand :
Or as some tradesmen, through fhow-glasses,
Expose their wares to each that paffes;

Toys of no use! high-priz'd commodities
Bonght to no end | eitates in oddities!
Oihers, with like advantage, drive at
Their gain, from store houtes ia private :
Thus Delia Arises in places general,
Is never missing where the men are all ;
Goes ev'n to church with godly airs,
To meet good company at prayers ;
Where she devoutly plays her fan,
Leoks up to heaver, but thinks on man.

AS when the King of Peace, and Lord of Love,

Sends down some brighter angel from above,
Pleas'd with the beauties of the heavenly Gueft,
Awhile we view him in full glory drait;
But he, impatient from his heaven to stay,
Soon disappears, and wings his airy way ;
So didit thou vanish, eager to appear,
And thine triumphant in thy native sphere.

Yet had'st thou all that virtue can beltow,
All, the good practise, and the learned know ;
Such holy rapture, as not warms, but fires,
While the foul seems retiring, or retires ;
Such transports as those saints in vision share,
Who know not whether they are rapt through ais,
Or bring down heaven to meet them in a prayer.

Oh ! early lost! yet stedfast to survey
Envy, disease, and death, without dismay;
Serene, the sting of pain thy thoughts beguil,
And make afflictions, objects of a smile.

Mrs. S
* The great

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