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Torn from its bafe, no more their fury bears,
At once they clofe, at once it difappears:
Such, fuch is life! the mark of mifery plac'd
Between two worlds, the future and the past;
To time, to sickness, and to death, a prey,
It finks, the frail poffeffion of a day!

As fome fond boy, in fport, along the shore
Builds from the fands a fabric of an hour;
Proud of his fpacious walls, and stately rooms,
He ftyles the mimic cells imperial domes;
The little monarch fwells with fancy'd sway,
Tilf me wind rifing puffs the dome away:
So the poor reptile, man! an heir of woe,
The lord of earth and ocean, fwells in fhow;
He plants, he builds, aloft the walls arise!
The noble plan he finishes, and-dies.

Swept from the earth, he fhares the common fate;
His fole diftinction now, to rot in ftate!
Thus bufy to no end till out of breath,
Tir'd we lie down, and close up all in death.
Then bleft the man whom gracious heaven has

led

Through life's blind mazes to th' immortal dead!
Who, fafely landed on the blissful fhore,
Nor human folly feels nor frailty more!
O! Death, thou cure of all our idle ftrife!
End of the gay, or ferious farce of life!
Wish of the juft, and refuge of th' oppreft!
Where poverty, aud where ev'n kings find reft!
Safe from the frowns of power! calm, thoughtful

hate I

And the rude infults of the fcornful great! The grave is facred! wrath and malice dread To violate its peace, and wrong the dead: Eut, life, thy name is woe! to death we fly To grow immortal!-into life we die ! Then wifely heaven in filence has confin'd The happier dead, left none fhould stay behind. What though the path be dark that must be trod, Though man be blotted from the works of God, Though the four winds his fcatter'd atoms bear To earth's extremes through all th' expanse of air; Yet, bursting glorious from the filent clay, He mounts triumphant to eternal day.

So, when the fun rolls down th' ethereal plain, Extinct his fplendors in the whelming main, A tranfient night earth, air, and heaven invades, Eclips' in horrors of furrounding (hades; But foon, emerging with a fresher ray, He starts exultant, and renews the day.

COURAGE IN LOVE

MY eyes with floods of tears o'erflow,

My bofom heaves with conftant woe; Thofe eyes, which thy unkindness fwells; That bofom, where thy image dwells! How could I hope fo weak a flame Could ever warm that matchlefs dame, When none Elyfium must behold, Without a radiant bough of gold?

'Tis hers, in fpheres to fhine;

At diftance to admire, is mine:

Doom'd, like th' enamour'd * youth, to groan
For a new goddefs form'd of ftone.

While thus 1 fpoke, Love's gentle power
Defcended from th' ethereal bower;
A quiver at his fhoulder hung,

A fhaft he grafp'd, and bow unftrung.
All nature own'd the genial God,
And the fpring flourish'd where he trod:
My heart, no stranger to the guest,
Flutter'd, and labour'd in my breaft;
When, with a smile that kindles joy
Ev'n in the Gods, began the boy:

How vain thefe tears! is man decreed,
By being abject, to fucceed?
Hop'ft thou by meagre looks to move?
Are women frighten'd into love?
He moft prevails, who nobly dares;
In love an hero, as in wars :
Ev'n Venus may be known to yield, ¦
But 'tis when Mars difputes the field:
Sent from a daring hand my dart
Strikes deep into the fair-one's heart:
To winds and waves thy cares bequeath,
A figh is but a waste of breath.
What though gay youth, and every grace
That beauty boafts, adorn her face;
Yet Goddeffes have deign'd to wed,
And take a mortal to their bed:
And heaven, when gifts of incense rise,
Accepts it, though it cloud their skies.

Mark! how this marygold conceals
Her beauty, and her bofom veils;
How from the dull embrace the flies
Of Phoebus, when his beams arife:
But when his glory he difplays,
And darts around his fiercer rays.
Her charms fhe opens, and receives
The vigorous God into her leaves.

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WHO was once the glory of the plain,
The fairest virgin of the virgin train,

Am now (by thee, O faithlefs man, betray'd!)
A fall'n, a loft, a miferable maid.
Ye winds, that witness to my deep despair,
Receive my fighs, and waft them thro' the air,
And gently breathe them to my Damon's ear!
Curft, ever curit be that trembling day,
When trembling, fighing, at my feet he lay,
I trembled, figh'd, and look'd my heart away!
Why was he form'd, ye powers, his fex'sp ride,
Too falfe to love, too fair to be deny’d?
Ye heedlefs virgins, gaze not on his eyes
Lovely they are, but the that gazes dies!

* Polydorus, who pined to death for the love of a beautiful Atatue,

Oh! fly his voice, be deaf to all he fays;
Charms has his voice, but charmig it betray!
At every word, each motion of his eye,

A thousand loves are born, a thoufand lovers die.
Say, gentle youths, ye bleft Arcadian fwains,
Inhabitants of thefe delightful plains,
Say, by what fountain, in what rofy bower,
Reclines my charmer in the noon-tide hour!
To you, dear fugitive, where'er you stray,
Wild with defpair, impatient of delay,
Swift on the wings of eager love I fly,
Or fend my fcul still swifter in a figh!
I'd then inform you of your Cælia's cares,
And try the eloquence of female tears;
Fearless I'd pafs where defolation reigns,
Tread the wild waste, or burning Libyan plains:
Or where the North his furious pinions tries,
And howling hurricanes embroil the skies!
Should all the monsters in Getulia bred
Oppofe the paffage of a tender maid;
Dauntless, if Damon calls, his Cælia speeds
Through all the moniters that Getulia breeds!
Bold was Bonduca, and her arrows flew
Swift and unerring from the twanging yew:
By love infpir'd, I'll teach the shaft to fly;
For thee I'd conquer, or at least would die !
If o'er the dreary Caucafus you go,

Or mountains crown'd with everlasting fnow,
Where thro' the freezing fkies in ftorms it pours,
And brightens the dull air with fhining showers,
Ev'n there with you I could fecurly rest,
And dare all cold, but in my Damon's breast;
Or fhould you dwell beneath the fultry ray,
Where rifing Phoebus ufhers in the day,
There, there I dwell! Thou fun, exert thy fires;
Love, mighty love, a fiercer flame inspires:
Or if, a pilgrim, you would pay your vows
Where Jordan's streams in foft mæanders flows;
I'll be a pilgrim, and my vows I'll pay
Where Jordan's streams in foft meanders play.
Joy of my foul my every with in one!
Why must I love, when loving I'm undone ?
Sweet are the whispers of the waving trees,
And murmuring waters, curling to the breeze;
Sweet are foft flumbers in the fhady bowers
When glowing funs infeft the fultry hours:
But not the whifpers of the waving trees,
Nor murmuring waters curling to the breeze;
Not fweet foft flumbers in the fhady bowers,
When thou art abfent whom my foul adres!
Come, let us feek fome flowery, fragrant bed!
Come, on thy bofom reft my love-fick head!
Come, drive thy flocks beneath the shady hills,
Or foftly flumber by the murmuring rills!
Ah no! he flies! that dear enchanting he!
Whose beauty steal: my very felf from me!

Yet wert thou wont the garland to prepare,
To crown with fragrant wreaths thy Cælia's hair:
When to the lyre fhe tun'd the vocal lys,
Thy tongue would flatter, and thine eyes fpeak
praise:

And when Imooth-gliding in the dance the mov'd, Afk thy falfe bofom if it never lov'd?

And still her eye fome little luftre bears,

But fade each grace! fince he no longer fees
Thofe charms, for whon alone I with to please!

But whence these fudden, sad prefaging fears, Thefe ring fighs, and whence these flowing tears? Ah! left the crumpet's terrible alarms

Have drawn the lover from his Cælia's charms,
To try the doubtful field, and shine in azure arms
Ah! canft thou bear the labour of the war,
Bend the tough bow, or dart the pointed spear?
Defiit, fond youth! let others glory gain,
Seek empty honour o'er the furgy main,

Or fheath'd in horrid arms rufh dreadful to the plain!

Thee, fhepherd, thee the pleasurable woods,
The painted meadows, and the crystal floods,
Claim and invite to blefs their fweet abodes.
There shady bowers and fylvan fcenes arise,
There fountains murmur, and the spring supplies
Flowers to delight the fmell, or charm the eyes:
But mourn, ye fylvan fcenes and fhady bowers;
Weep, all ye fountains; languish, all ye flowers!
If in a defert Damon but appear,

To Cælia's eyes a defert is more fair
Than all your charms, when Damon is not there!
Gods! what foft words, what sweet delufive wiles
He boasts! and oh! thofe dear undoing smiles!
Pleas'd with our ruin, to his arms we run:
To be undone by him, who would not be undone?
Alas! I rave! ye fwelling torrents, roll
Your watery tribute o'er my love-fick foul !
To cool my heart, your waves, ye oceans bear!
Oh! vain are all your waves, for Love is there!

But ah what fudden thought to frenly moves
My tortur'd foul?-perhaps, my Damon loves!
Some fatal beauty, yielding all her charms,
Detains the lovely traitor from my arms!
Blaft her, ye skies! let instant vengeance feize
Thofe guilty charms, whofe crime it is to please!
Damon is mine!-fond maid, thy fears fubduel
Am I not jealous? and my charmer true?
O! heaven! from jealouty my bofom fave!
Cruel as death, infatjate as the grave !

Ye powers! of afl the ills that ever curft Our fex, fure man, diffembling man, is worst! Like forward boys, a-while in wanton play, He fports with hearts, then throws the toys away: With fpecious wiles weak woman he affails; He fwears, weeps, fmiles, he flatters, and prevails: Then, in the moment when the maid believes, The perjur'd traitor triumphs, fcorns, and leaves. How oft my Damon swore, th' all-feeing fun Should change his courfe, and rivers backward run, Ere his fond heart fhould range, or faithlefs prove To the bright object of his fted faft love! O! inftant change thy course, all-feeing fun! Damon is falfe! ye rivers, back ward run!

But die, O! wretched Calia, die! in vain Thus to the fields and floods you breathe your pain!

The tear is fruitless, and the tender figh,
And life a load-forfaken Cælia, die!
Fly swifter, time! O! fpeed the joyful hour!
Receive me, grave !-then I fhall love no more!
Ah! wretched maid, fo fad a cure to prove!

If fwains fpeak truth !-though dim'd for thee with Ab! wretched maid, to fly to death from love!

tears!

oh! when this poor frame no more fhall live, appy, Damon! may not Damon grieve! ne! I'm vain! my death cad not appear th the vast price of but a fingle tear. orn, abandon'd, to the rocks I go; they have learn'd new cruelties of you! e, relenting Echo with me mourns, faint with grief the fearce my fighs returns! fighs, adieu! ye nobler paffious, rife! ife, fond maid-but who in love is wife? e, I rail, th' extremes of anger prove, almost hate!-then love thee beyond love! kind heaven, and right an injur'd maid! oh! yet, fpare the dear deceiver's head! om the fultry funs at noon-tide hours eks the covert of the breezy bowers, te, O South, and where my charmer lies, ofes bloom, and beds of fragrance rise ! y, O gently round in whispers fly, to his fighs, and fan the glowing sky er the waves he cuts the liquid way, ll, ye waves. or round his vefiel play! You, ye winds, confine each ruder breath, h'd in filence, and be calm as death! he ftay detain'd by adverse gales, ghs fhall drive the fhip, and fill the flagging

fails.

BATTLE OF THE GODS AND TITANS.

Redoubling blow on blow, in wrath he moves;
The fing'd earth groans, and burns with all her

groves;

The floods, the billows, boiling hifs with fires,
And bickering flame, and fmouldering fmoke af-
pires:

A night of clouds blots out the golden day;
Full in their eyes the writhen lightnings play:
Ev'n chaos burns: again earth groans, heaven roars,
As tumbling downward with its fhining towers;
Or burst this earth, torn from her central place,
With dire difruption from her deepest base:
Nor flept the wind: the wind new horror forms,
Clouds dafh on clouds before th' outrageous forms,
While, tearing up the fands, in drifts they rife,
And half the deferts mount th' encumber'd fkies:
At once the tempeft bellows, lightnings fly,
The thunders roar, and clouds involve the sky:
Stupendous were the deeds of heavenly might;
What lefs, when Gods conflicting cope in fight?
Now heaven its foes with horrid inroad gores,
And flow and four recede the giant powers:
Here talks Ægeon, here fierce Gyges moves,
There Cottus rends up hills with all their groves;
Thefe hurl'd at once against the Titan bands
Three hundred mountains from three hundred

hands:

And overshadowing, overwhelming bound
With chains infrangible beneath the ground;
Below this earth, as far as earth's confines lie,
Through space unmeasur'd, from the starry sky;
Nine days an anvil of enormous weight,

the Theogony of HESIOD; with a De-Down rufhing headlong from th' aerial height,
fcription of Tartarus, &c.

W founds the vault of heaven with loud a-
larms,

Gods by Gods embattling rush to arms &
ftalk the Titans of portentous fize,
from their dungeons, and affault the fkies;
there, unchain'd from Erebus and Night,
Hiar giants aid the Gods in fight:

undred arms each tower-like warrior rears,
tares from fifty heads amid the stars ;
dreadful brotherhood ftern-frowning ftands,
urls an hundred rocks from hundred hands:
Titans ruth'd with fury uncontrol'd;
funk on Gods, o'er giant giant roll'd ;
roar'd the ocean with a dreadful found,

En book with all its thrones, and groan'd the
ground,

bled th' eternal poles at every stroke,
frighted hell from its foundations fhook :
, horrid noife, th' aërial region fills,

s dafh on rocks, and hills encounter hills;
ugh earth, air, heaven, tumultuous clamours

rife,

houts of battle thunder in the skies.
Jove omnipotent difplay'd the God,
il Olympus trembled as he trod :
afps ten thoufand thunders in his hand,
his red arm, and wields the forky brand;
aims the bolts, and bids his lightnings play;
flash, and rend through heaven their flaming

way:

Egeon, Cattus, Gyge QL. V

Scarce reaches earth; thence toft in giddy rounds
Scarce reaches in nine days th' infernal bounds:
A wall of iron of ftupendous height

Guards the dire dungeons black with threefold

night:

High o'er the horrors of th' eternal fhade
The ftedfaft bafe of earth and feas is laid;
There in coercive durance Jove detains
The groaning Titans in afflictive chains.
A feat of woe! remote from cheerful day,
Through gulphs impaffible, a boundless way.

Above thefe realms, a brazen ftructure ftands
With brazen portals, fram'd by Neptune's hands;
Thongh chaos to the ocean's bafe it fwells;
There ftern Ægeon with his giants dwells;
Fierce guards of Jove! from hence the fountains rife
That wash 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 throng the dire abodes,
Horrid and fell! detefted ev'n by Gods!
Enormous culph! immenfe the bounds appear,
Wasteful and void, the journey of a year:
Where beating ftormas, as in wild whirls they
fight,

Tofs the pale wanderer, and retofs through night:
The powers immortal with affright furvey
The hideous chafm, and feal it up from day.

Hence through the vault of heaven huge Atlas

rears

His giant limbs, and props the golden fpheres:
Here fable Night, and here the beamy Day,
Lodge and diflodge, alternate in their sway.

A brazen port the varying powers divides:
When Day forth flues, here the Night refides;
And when Night veils the fkies, obfequious Day,
Re-entering, plunges from the ftarry way.
She from her lamp, with beaming radiance bright,
Pours o'er th' expanded earth a flood of light:
But Night, by Sleep attended, rides in shades,
Brother of Death, and all that breathes invades :
From her foul womb they fprung, refiltlefs

powers,

Nurs'd in the horrors of Tartarean bowers,
Remote from Day, when with her flaming wheels
She mounts the fkies, or paints the western hills:
With downy footsteps Sleep in filence glides
O'er the wide earth, and o'er the spacious tides;
The friend of life! Death unrelenting bears
An inon heart, and laughs at human cares;
She makes the mouldering race of man her prey,
And ev'n th' immortal powers deteft her way.

Thus fell the Titans from the realms above,
Beneath the thunders of Almighty Jove;
Then earth impregnate feit maternal woes,
And shook through all her frame with teeming
throes:

Hence rofe Typhoeus, a gigantic birth,
A monfter fprung from Tartarus and Earth,
A match for Gods in might! on high he spreads
From his huge trunk an hundred dragons heads,
And from an hundred mouths in vengeance flings
Envenom'd foam, and darts an hundred stings;
Horror, terrific, fowns from every brow,
And like a furnace his red eye-balls glow;
Fires dart from every creft; and, as he turns,
Keen fplendors Alf, and all the giant burns:
Whene'er he freaks, in echoing thunders rife
An hundred voices, and affiight the skies,
Unu terably fierce the bright abodes
Frequent they fake, and terrify the Cods:
Now bellowig like a favage bull, they roar,
Or angry lions in the midnight hour;

Now yell like furious whelps, or hifs like fakes;
The rocks rebound, and every mountain fakes:
He hurl'd defiance 'gainst th' inmortal powers,
And heaven had felz'd with all its fining towers,
But, at the voice of Jove, from pole to pole
Red Hghtnings flafh, and raging thunders roll,
Pottling o'er all th' expanfion of the fries,
Boit after bolt o'er earth and ocean flies.
Stern frowns the God amidst the lightnings blaze,
Olympus fakes from his ete nal base;
Trembles the earth: fierce flame involves the poles,
Devours the ground, and o'er the billows rolls:
Fires from Typhoeus flash: with dreadful found
Storms rattle, thunder rolls, and groans the ground;
Above, below, the conflagration roars,
Ev'n the feas kindled burn through all their fhores,
Deluge of fine! Earth rocks her tottering coafts,
And gloomy Pluto fhakes with all his ghosts;
F'o the pale Titans, chain'd on burning floors,
Start at the din that, rends th' infernal fhores:
Then, in fell wrath, Jove all the God applies,
And all his thunders bürft at once the skies;
And rushing gloomy from th' Olympian brow,
He blaftsthe giant with th' almighty blow,
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Of night.

The giant tumbling finks beneath the wound,
And with enormous ruin rocks the ground:
Nor yet the lightnings of th' Almighty ftay,
Thro' the fing'd earth they burft their burning way;
Each kindling inward, melts in all her caves,
And hiffing floats with fierce metallic waves:
As iron futile from the furnace flows,
Or molten ore with keen effulgence glows,
When the dire bolts of Jove ftem Vulcan frames,
In burning channels roll the liquid flames;
Thus melted earth, and Jove, from realms on high,
Plung'd the huge giant to the nether sky.

Then from Typhoeus fprung the winds that bear
Storms on their wings, and thunder in the air:
But from the Gods defcend of milder kind,
The Eaft, the Weft, the South, and Boreal wind;
Thefe in foft whifpers breathe a friendly breeze,
Play through the groves, or fport upon the feas;
They fan the fultry air with cooling gales,
And waft from realm to realm the flying fails:
The reft in ftorms of founding whirlwinds fly,
Tofs the wild waves, and battle in the sky;
Fatal to man! at once all ocean roars,
And scatter'd navies bulge on diftant shores.
Then thundering o'er the earth they rend their way,
Grafs, herb, and flower, beneath their rage decay;
While towers, and domes, vain boafts of human truf
Torn from their inmoft bafe, are whelm'd in duft.
Thus heaven afferted its eternal reign
O'er the proud giants, and Titanic train ;
And now in peace the Gods their Jove obey,
And all the thrones of heaven adore his way.

THE LOVE OF JASON AND MEDEA.

From the Third Book, Verfe 743, of Apollonius Rhodius.

NOW rifing fhades a folemn gloom display.

O'er the wide earth, and o'er the ethereal way!
All night the failor marks the northern team,
And golden circlet of Orion's beam:
A deep repofe the weary wanderer fhares,
And the faint watchman fleeps away his cares;
Her child of love, in flumber feals her eyes;
Ev'n the fond mother, while all breathless lies
No found of village dog, no noife invades
The death-like filence of the midnight shades:
Alone Medea wakes: To love a prey,
Reftlefs fhe rolls, and groans the night away:
Now the fire-breathing bulls command her cares;
She thinks on Jafon, and for Jason fears:
In fad review, on horrors horrors rife ;
Quick beats her heart, from thought to thought ✯
flies:

As from replenish'd urns, with dubious ray,
The fun-beams dancing from the surface playa

ere, now there, the trembling radiance falls ate flashing round th' illumin'd walls; fattering bounds the trembling virgin's blood, rom her shining eyes defcends a flood aving with refiftlefs flames the glows,

ick with love the melts with fofter woes: rant God, of every thought poffelt, in each pulfe, and ftings and racks her breaft: he refolves the magic to betray

e the bulls, now yield him up a prey: the drugs difdaining to supply, iths the light, and meditates to die : repelling with a brave difdain ward thought, the nourishes the pain: toft, retoft with furious storms and cares, cold ground the rolls, and thus with tears: me where'er I turn, before my eyes drul view, on forrrows forrows rife! na giddy whirl of strong defire,

1 burn, yet blef's the pleafing fire.
this fpirit from its prifon fled,
in fent to wander with the dead,

e proud Grecians view'd the Colchian skies;
fon, lovely Jafon, met these eyes
ave the fhining mifchief to our coait,
faw him, and Medea's loft-

y thefe forrows? if the powers on high,
ath decree, die, wretched Jafon, die !
elude my fire? my art betray?

el what words fhall purge the guilt away! ould I yield- whither muft 1 run"

d the man-whom virtue bids me shun?

, all loft to fhame, to Jafon fly?

eti muft-If Jafon bleeds, 1 die!

fhame, farewell! Adieu for ever, fame! black difgrace! be fam'd for guilt my name! Jafon, live! enjoy the vital air! hrough my aid and fly where winds can bear! hen he flies, ye poifons, lend your powers, ay, Medea treads th' infernal fhores ! wretched maid, thy lot is endless shame, The proud dames of Colchos blatt thy name: them cry- The falfe Medea's dead, ough guilty paffion for a ftranger's bed;. lea, carelefs of her virgin fame, err'd a stranger to a father's name!' I rather yield this vital breath,

bear that base dishonour, worse than death !.
as wail'd the fair, and feiz'd with horrid joy
foes to life, and potent to destroy;
azine of death! again the pours
her fwoln eye-balls tears in fhining showers;
grief infatiate, and with trembling hands,
mfortlefs the cafk of death expands :
Hen fear her labouring foul invades,

with the horrors of th' infernal shades:
nds deep mufing with a faded brow,
t in thought, a monument of woe!
all the comforts that on life attend,
heerful converfe, and the faithful friend,
ught deep-imag'd in her bofom play,
ing life, and charm despair away:
1-cheering funs with fweeter light arise,
very object brightens to her eyes :

from her hand the baneful drugs the throws,
ts to live, recover'd from her wpes;

Refolv'd the magic virtue to betray,

She waits the dawn, and calls the lazy day:
Time feems toft and, or backward drive his wheels:
The hours the chides, and eyes the eastern hills :
At length the dawn with orient beams appears,
The fhades difperfe, and man awakes to cares.
Studious to pleafe, her graceful length of hair
With art she binds, that wanton'd with the air;
From her foft cheek the wipes the tear away,
And bids keen lightnings from her eyes to play;
From limb to limb refrething unguents pours,
Unguents, that breathe of heaven, in copious fhewers:
Her robe the next affumes; bright clafps of gold
Close to the leffening wait the robe infold;
Down from her fwelling loins, the rest unbound
Floats in rich waves redundant o'er the ground:
Laft, with a fhining veil her cheeks the thades,
Then fwimming fmooth along magnificently treads,
Thus forward moves the fairest of her kind,
Blind to the future, to the prefent blind:
Twelve maids, attendants on her virgin bower,
Alike unconscious of the bridal hour,
Join to the car the mules: dire rites to pay,
To Hecate's black fane the bends her way;
A juice the bears, whofe magic virtue tames,
(Through fell Perfephone) the rage of flames;
It gives the hero, ftrong in matchlefs might,
To ftand fecure of harms in mortal fight;
It mocks the fword: the fword without a wound,
Leaps as from marble, fhiver'd to the ground:
She mounts the car; * nor rode the nymph alone;
On either fide two lovely damfels thone:

Her hand with skill th' embroider'd rein controls;
Back fly the ftreets, as fwift the chariot rolls.
Along the wheel-worn road they hold their way,
The domes retreat, the finking towers decay:
Bare to the knee fuccinct a damfel train
Behind attends, and glitters tow'id the plain,
As when her limbs divine, Diana laves
In air Parthenius, or th' Amnesian waves,
Sublime in royal ftate the bounding roes
Whirl her bright car along the mountain brows ;.
Swift to her fane in pomp the goddess moves;
The nymphs attend that haunt the shady groves,
Th' Ampefian fount, or filver-streaming rills;
Nymphs of the vales, or Oreads of the hills!
The fawning beafts before the goddess play,
Or, trembling, favage adoration pay:

Thus on her car fublime the nymph appears,
The crowd falls back, and as the moves reveres
Swift to the fane aloft her courfe she bends;
The fane the seaches, and to earth defcends:
Then to her train-Ah me! I fear we stray,
Milled by folly to this lonely way!
Alas fhould Jafon with the Greeks appear,
Where should we fly? I fear, alas, 1 fear!
No more the Colchian youths, and virgin train,
Haunt the cool fhade, or tread in dance the plain:
But fince alone with sports beguile the hours,
Come chaunt the fong, or pluck the blooming

flowers;

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