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So the fam'd Patriarch, on his couch of stone, And while each plant a smiling grace reveals,
Lend pomp to ashes, and be vain in woe;
While here sincerity of grier appears, Oh! may these lays a laing lulie shed
Silence that Ipcaks, and eloquence in tears ! O'er the dark urr, 1 ke lumps that grace the White, tir's of life, we buc conient to live dead!
To thuw world how really we grieve! Strong were thy thoughts, yet reason bore the As fome fond lie, whuie orrly ion es dead, sway ;
All loft to comfort makes the dut his bed,
Not forrow, but magaiticence of woe.
Thus in the fountain, from the sculptor's hands, To nobler objects, such as angels p aile !
With imitated life, an imige stands ; To live, to mortals' empty rame, a foe;
From roeky entrails, through his ituny eyes, And pity human joy, and human woe!
The mimic tears in itreans inceffant rise: To view evin iplendid vice with generous hate ; Unconscious! while aloft the waters flow, In life unblemiind, and in deith redate!
The gazer's wonder, and a public thow. Then conscience, shining with a lenient ray,
Ye hallow'd domes, his frequent visits tell ; Dawn'd o'er thy soul, and promisd endlets day.
Thuu court, where God himleli' delights to dwell; So from the setting orb of Phæbus fly
Thou myitic table, and thou holy feast,
How often have ye seen the sacred gueti !
His faith enliven’d, while his fin lay dead ! Among the creacherous race of base mankind ?
While listening angels beard such raptures rise, Whom, whom consult in all th' uncertain ways
As, when they hym:ch' Almighty, charm the skies! Of various life, fincere to bianie, or praise !
But where, now where, without the body's aid, 0! friend ! O! falling in thy strength of years, New to the heavens, subfiits thy gentle ihade? Warm from the melting foul receive these fears i
Glides it beyond our grofs impertect sky, O! woods O! wild 1 0! every bowery shade!
Pleas’d high o'er stars, from world to world, to fly! So often vocal by his music made,
And fearlets marks the comet's dreadful waze, Now other sounds-far other sounds return,
While monarchs quake, and tremol ng nations gaze ? And o'er his hearle with all your echoes mourn !
Or holds deep converse with the mighty dead, Yet dare we grieve that soon the paths he trod
Champions of virtue, who for virtue bled ? To heaven, and left vain man for Saints and God?
Or joins in concert with angelic choirs, Thus in the theatre the scenes unfold
Where hyinning teraphs founu their golden lyres, A thousand wonders glorious to behold;
Where raptur'd saints unfading crowns inwreath, And here, or there, as the machine extends,
Triumphant o'er the world, o'er fin and death? A hero rises, or a God descends :
O! may the thought his friend's devotion raise ! But soon the momentary pleasure Aies,
O! may he imitate, as well as praise ! Swift vanishes the God, or hero dies,
Awake, my heavy foul! and upward fly, Where were ye, Mufes, by what fountain fide,
Speak to the faint, and meet him in the iky,
And alk the certain way to rite as high.
TO THOMAS MARRIOT, Ese. Form'd like his manners to instruct and please.
So herbs of balmy excellence produce A blooming flower and falutary juice:
Prefix your name to the following poem,'as a mo
nument of the long and fincere friendship I have
bórne you : I am fenfibie you are too good a judge Mr. Fenton intended to write upon moral subjects. of poetry to approve it; however, it will be a
teftimony of my respect: You conferred obligations : O! heavens! is this the passage to the skies upon me very early in life, almost as soon as I was That man must tread, when man your favourite dies? capable of receiving them: May these verses on On! for Elijah's car to wing my way Death long survive my own ! and remain a me O'er the dark gulph of death to endless day! morial of our friendthip, and my gratitude, when Confounded at the right, my ipirits fled, I am no more.
My eyes rain'd tears, my very heart was dead! WILLIAM BROOME. I waild the lot of man, that all would hun,
And all muft bear that breathe beneath the sun.
When lo! an heavenly form, divirely fair,
A dazzling brightness in refulgent freams
His roseate cheeks the bloom of heaven display,
And from his eyes dart glories, more than day: OH! for Elijah's car, to wing my way,
A robe, of light condens’d, around him tone, O'er the dark guiph of death to endless day!
And his loins glitter'd with a starry zone: A thousand ways, alas! frail mortals lead
And while the listening winds lav huih'd to hear. To her dire den, and dreadful all to cread!
Thus spoke the vision, amiably severe ! See! in the horrors of yon house of woes,
Vain man! wouidst thou escape the common Troops of all maladies the fiend inclose !
lot, High on a trophy rus'd of human bones,
To live, to suffer, die, and be forgot ? Swords, spears, and arrows, and fepulchral stones,
Look back on ancierit times, primæval years, In horrid itate she reigns! attendant ills
All, all are past! a mighty void appears! Beliege her throne, and when she frowns, Me kills : Heroes, and kings, thole gnds of earth, whose fame Through the thick sloom the torch red-gleaming Aw'd half the nations, now are but a name! burns
The great in arts or arms, the wise, the juít, O'er shrouds, and fuble palls, and mouldering urns; Mix with the meanest in congenial duft! While flowing stoles, black plumes, and scutcheons Ev’n Saints and Prophets the same paths have trod, spread
Amburadors of heaven, and friends of God! An idle pomp around the filent dead :
And thou, wouldīt thou the general sentence fly? Unaw'd by power, in common heap she flings
Mofes is dead! thy Saviour deign’d to die ! The scrips of beggars, and the crowns of kings:
Mortal, in all thy acts regard thy end ; Here gales of highs, instead or breezes, blow,
Live well, the time thou liv'it, and death's thy And streains of tears for ever murmuring flow:
friend: 'The mournful yew with folemn horror waves
Then curb each rebel thought against the sky, His baleful branches, saddening even the graves : And die resign'd, O! Man ordain'd to die ! Around all birds obscene loud-screaming fly,
He added not, but spread his wings in flight, Clang their black wings, and thriek along the sky: And vanish'd instant in a blaze of light. The ground perverse, tho' bare and barren, breeds Abash'd, alhamd, I cry, Eternal Power, All poisons, fees to life, and noxious weeds ; I yield ! I wait resign'd th' appointed hour! But, blafted frequent by th' unwholesome sky, Man, foolish man, no more thy soul deceive! Dead fall the birds, the very poisons dic.
To die, is but the surett way to live : Full in the entrance of the dreadful doors,
When age we ask, we ask it in our wrong, Old-age, half vanith'd to a ghost, deplores: And pray our time of suffering may be long; Propp'd on his crutch, he drags with many a groan The nauseous draught, and dregs of life is 'The load of life, yet dreads to lay it down.
drain, There, downward driving an unnumber'd band, And feel infirmity, and length of pain!. Intemperance and Disease walk hand in hand : What art thou, life, that we ihould court thy 'There, Torment, whirling with remorseless sway
ftay? A scourge of iron, lahes on the way.
A breath, one single gasp muft away! There frantic Anger, prone to wild extremes, A short-liv'd fower, that with the day must Grasps an ensar guin'd sword, and heaven biaip bemes.
fade! There heart fick Agony distorted itands,,
A fleeting vapour, and an empty shade! Writhes his consultive limbs, and gs his hands. A stream, that filently but swiftly glides There Sorrow droops his ever-penlive head,
To meet eternity's immeasur'd tides!
A being, loft alike by pain or joy!
Commenc'd in tears, and ended in a groan !
And death more near, this sentence than the Plague, Pestilence, and War, a difmal train!
lart! There, and a thousand more, the fiend surround, As some weak isthmus seas from seas divides, Shrieks pierce the air, and groans to groans sciouad. Beat by rude waves, and fapp'd by ruling tidęs,
Torn from its base, no more their fury bears, "Tis hers, in spheres to shine ;
Ardittance to admire, is mine :
While thus I spoke, Love's gentle power
Descended from th' ethereal bower ;
A shaft he grasp’d, and bow untrung.
And the spring flourish'd where he trod;
When, with a smile that kindles joy
How vain these tears! is man decreed,
By being abject, to succeed?
Are women frighten'd into love?
He most prevails, who nobly dares ;
But 'tis when Mars disputes the field :
Strikes deep into the fair-one's heart:
To winds and waves thy cares bequcata, O! Death, thou cure of all our idle strife!
A sigh is but a waste of breath.
What though gay youth, and every grace
And heaven, when gifts of incense rise,
Accepts it, though it cloud their skies. grave is sacred! wrath and malice dread
Mark! how this marygold conccals To violate its peace, and wrong the dead :
Her beauty, and her bolom veils; Eut, life, thy name is woe ! to death we fly How from the dull embrace the Aies To grow immortal -into life we die !
Of Phæbus, when his beams arise :
But when his glory he displays,
So, when the sun rolls down th' ethereal plain, THE COMPLAINT.
CÆLIA DA MON.
WHO was once the glory of the plain,
The tairest virgin of the virgin train,
And gently breathe them to my Damon's ear!
Curst, ever curit be that trembling day,
When trembling, fighing, at my feet he lay, My eyes with floods of tears o'erfow,
I trembled, ligh'd, and look'd my heart away! My borom heaves with constant woe;
Why was he form'd, ye powers, his sex'sp ride, Those eyes, which thy unkindness (wells;
Too false to love, too fair to be deny'd ? That bosom, where thy image dwells !
Ye heedless virgins, gaze not on his eyes
Lovely they are, but ihe that gazes dies !
* Polydorus, who pined to death for the love of a Without a radiant bough of gold?
Oh! fiy his voice, be deaf to all he says;
But fide each grace! since he no longer sees Charms has his voice, but charmi gi: betray ! Those charms, for whom alone I wish to please! At every word, each motion of his eye,
But whence bele sudden, sad prefazing fears, A thousand loves are born, a thout and lovers die. Thele ring fighs, and whence these fowing tears?
Say, gentle iths, bleft Arcadian. Swains, Ah! lest the ùumpet's terrible alarms Inhabitants of inefe delightful plains,
Have drawn the lover fror, his Cælia's charms, Say, by what fountain, in what rory bower, To try the duorful field, and shine in azure arms Reclines my charmer in the noon-tide hour!
Ah! canst thou bear the labour of the war, To you, dear fugitive, where'er you Itray, Bend the tough bow, or dart the pointed spear? Wild with despair, impatient of delay,
Delit, fond youth ! let others glory gains Swift on the wings of eager love I fly,
Seck empty honour o'er the furgy main, Or send my scul ftill fwister in a figh!
Or fhcath'd in horrid arms ruh dreadful to the I'd then inform you of your Cælia's cares,
plain! And try the eloquence of female tears ;
Thee, shepherd, thee the pleasurable woods, Fearless I'd pars where defolation reigns,
The painied meadows, and the crystal floods, Tread the wild waite, or burning Libyan plains : Claim and invite to bless their sweet abodes. Or where the North his furious pinions tries, There shały bowers and sylvan scenes arise, And howling hurricanes embroil the skies!
There fountains murmur, and the spring supplies Should all the monitors in Getulia bred
Flowers to delight the smell, or charın the eyes : Oppose the passage of a tender maid;
But mourn, ye Sylvan scenes and shady bowers ; Dauntless, if Damon calls, his Cælia speeds Weep, all ye fountains; languih, all ye flowers !
Through all the monsters that Getulia breeds! If in a desert Damon but appear,
To Cælia's eyes a desert is more fair
Than all your charms, when Damon is not there ! By love inspir’d, I'll teach the shaft to fly; Gods! what soft words, what sweet delufive wiles For thee I'd conquer, or at least would die ! He boasts ! and oh! those dear undoing smiles ! If o'er the dreary Caucasus you go,
Pleased with our ruin, to his arms we run: Or mountains crown'd with everlasting snow, To be undone by him, who would not be undone? Where thro' the freezing skies in storms it pours, Alas! I rave! ye swelling torrents, roll And brightens the dull air with shining lhowers, Your watery !tribute o'er my love-fick soul! Ev'n there with you I could securly reit,
To cool my heart, your waves, ye oceans bear! And dare all cold, but in my Damon's breast; Oh! vain are all your waves, for Love is there! Or should you dwell beneath the sultry ray,
But ab | what sudden thought to frenly moves Where rising Phæbus ushers in the day,
My tortur'd foul ?-perhaps, my Damon loves ! 'There, there I dwell! Thou sur, exert thy fires; Some fatal bezuty, yielding all her charms, Love, mighty love, a fiercer fame inspires: Detains the lovely traitor from my arms ! Or if, a pilgrim, you would pay your vows Blast her, ye skies! let instant vengeance seize Where Jordan's streams in soft mzansers flows; Those guilty charms, whofe crime it is to please! I'll be a pilgrim, and my vows I'll pay
Damon is mine!-fond maid, thy fears fubdue! Where Jordan's streams in soft mxanders play. Am I not jealous? and my charmer true ? Joy of my soul ! my every with in one !
O! heaven! from jealouty my borom save! Why must I love, when loving I'm.undone ? Cruel as death, insatiate as the grave ! Sweet are the whispers of the waving trees,
Ye powers ! of as the ills that ever curft And murmuring waters, curling to the breeze; Our sex, fure man, diffembling man, is worst ! Sweet are soft Numbers in the shady bowers
Like forward boys, a-while in wanton play, When glowing luns infeft the sultry hours :
He sports with hearts, then throws che toys away: But not the whispers of the waving trees,
With specious wiles weak woman he affails ; Nor murmuring waters curling to the breeze; He swears, weeps, smiles, he flatters, and prevails : Not sweet soft llumbers in the shady bowers,
Then, in the moment when the maid believes, When thou art ablent whom my soul adires ! The perjur'd traitor triumphs, scorns, and leaves. Come, let us feck some flowery, fragrant bed! How oft my Damon swore, th' all-seeing sun Come, on thy busom reit my love-lick head! Should change his courte, and rivers backward rua, Come, drive thy tiocks bene.ch the ih ady hills, Ere his fond heart should range, or faithless prove Or softly number by the murmuring rills!
To the bright obje&t of his stedfast love! Ah no! he flies! that dear enchanting he!
0! instant change thy course, all-seeing fun! Whose beauty Iteal: my very self from me!
Damon is false ! ye rivers, backward run! Yet wert thou wont the gariand to prepare,
But die, 0 ! wretched Cælia, die! in vain To crown with fragrant wreaths thy Cælia's hair : Thus to the fields and floods you breathe your When to the lyre sne tun'd the vocal liys,
pain! Thy tongue would fater, and thine eyes speak The tear is fruitless, and the tender figh, praise:
And life a load -forsaken Cælia, die! And when imooth-gliding in the dance she mov'd, Fly switter, time! O! speed the joyful hour ! Ask thy false bosom if it never lov'd ?
Receive me, grave !-then I shall love no more! And till her eye fome little lutre bears,
ah! wretched maid, fo fad a cure to prove ! If swains speak truth!-though dim'd for thee with Ab! wretched maid, to fly to death from lore!
Yet oh! when this poor frame no more shall live, Redoubling blow on blow, in wrath he moves;
groves ; Worth the vast price of but a single tear.
The floods, the billows, boiling hiss with fires, Forlorn, abandon'd, to the rocks I go;
And bickering flame, and smouldering smoke af. But they have learn'd new cruelties of you !
pires: Alone, relenting Echo with me mourns,
A night of clouds blots out the golden day;
While, tearing up the lands, in drifts they rise,
And half the deserts mount th' encumber'd Ikies :
Stupendous were the deeds of heavenly might;
Now heaven its foes with horrid inroad gores,
And Now and four recede the giant powers:
These hurl'd at once against the Titan bands
Below this earth, as far as earth's confines lie,
Nine days an anvil or enormous weight, From the Theogony of Hesiod; with a De- Down rushing headlong from th' zër:al height, scription of Tartarus, &c.
Scarce reaches earth; thence toft in gidely rounds Now sounds the vault of heaven with loud a
Scarce reaches in nine days th’internal bounds:
A wall of iron of ftupendous height larms, And Gods by Gods embattling rush to arms :
Guards the dire dungeons black with threcfold Here stalk the Titans of portentous fize,
night: Burst from their dungeons, and assault the skies;
High o'er the horrors of th' eternal saade And there, unchain'd from Erebus and Night,
The stedfast base of earth and seas is laid ; Auxiliar * giants aid the Gods in fight :
There in coercive durince Jove detains An hundred arms each tower-like warrior rears,
The groaning Titans in afflictive chains. And stares from fifty heads amid the stars ;
A seat of woe! remote tiom cheertul day, The dreadful brotherhood stern-frowning stands,
Through gulphs impasible, a boundless way.
Above these realms, a brazen structure stands
With brazen portals, fram'd by Neptune's hands;
'Thongh chaos to the ocean's base it swells'; Then roar'd the ocean with a dreadful sound,
There stern Ægeon with his giants dwells;
That wall the earth, or wander through the skies;
That groaning murmur through the realms of woes,
Or feed the channels where the ocean flows;
Collected horrors thzong the dire abudes,
Horrid and fell! de ested ev'n by Gods!
Enormous sulph! immense the bounds appear, Through earth, air, heaven, tumultuous clamours
Wasteful and void, the journey of a year: rise, And shouts of battle thunder in the skies.
Where beating stormas, as in wild whirls they
fight, Then Jove omnipotent display'd the God,
Tofs the pale wanderer, and retoss through night: And all Olympus trembled as he trod : de grasps ten thousand thunders in his hand,
The powers immortal with affiight survey Bares his red arm, and wields the forky brand ;
The hideous charm, and seal it up from day. Chen aims the bolts, and bids his lightnings play ;
Hence through the vault of heaven huge Atlas
Here fabte Night, and here the beamy Day,
Lodge and disodge; alterpate in their sway..