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By the vile hand of a bold ruffian fell.
As if he knew, he had not long to stay: No more th' ungrateful prospect let us leave! Such young Marcellus was, the hopeful grace And, in his room, behold arise,
Of ancient Rome, but quickly snatch'd away. Bright as th' immortal twins that grace the skies, Breda beheld th' adventurous boy, A noble pair, his absence to retrieve!
His tender limbs in shining armour dress'd, In these the hero's soul survives,
Where, with his father, the hot siege he press'd. And William doubly in his offspring lives.
His father saw, with pleasing joy, (press'd. Maurice, for martial greatness, far
His own reflected worth, and youthful charms ex
But, when his country breath'd from war's alarms, His father's glorious fame exceeds:
His martial virtucs lay obscure; Henry alone can match his brother's deeds;
Nor could a warrior, form'd for arms, Both were, like Scipio's sons, the thunderbolts of war.
Th' inglorious rest endure; None e'er, than Maurice, better knew,
But sicken'd soon, and sudden dy'd,
And left in tears his pregnant bride,
His bride, the daughter of Britannia's king; ,
Nor saw th' auspicious pledge of nuptial love, For scarce sixteen revolving years he told,
Which from that happy marriage was to spring, When, eager for the fight, and bold, Infarn’d by Glory's sprightly charms,
But with his great fore-fathers gaind a blissful seat
above. brother brought him to the field; Taught his young hand the truncheon well to wielu, Here pause, my Muse! and wind up higher And practis'd him betines to arms.
The strings of thy Pindaric lyre!
Then with bold strains the lofty song pursue; Let Flandrian Newport tell of wonders wrought
And bid Britannia once again review
The numerous worthies of the line.
See, like immortals, how they shine!
Each life a history alone!
And last, to crown the great design,
Look forward, and behold them all in one'
Look, but spare thy fruitless tears
'Tis thy own William next appears. Henry refus'd his blooming youth to spare,
Adrance, celestial forin! let Britain see But with his much-lov'd Maurice vow'd to prove 'Th' extremes of war, and equal dangers share.
Th' accomplish'd glory of thy race in thee! O generous strife! and worthy such a pair!
So, when some splendid triumph was to come, Hoe dear did Albert this contention pay!
In long procession through the streets of Rome, Witness the floods of streaming gore;
The crowd Leheld, with vast surprise, Witness the trampled heaps, that chok'd the plain, The glittering train in ausul order move, And stopp'd the victors in their way;
To the bright temple of Feretrian Jove, reyes: Witness the neighbouring sea, and sandy shore, And trophics borne along employ'd their dazzled Drunk with the purplc life of twice three thousand But when the laurcI'd emperor, mounted high slain!
Above the rest, appear'd to sight,
In his proud car of victory,
Shining with rays excessive bright,
He put the long preceding pomp to fight; Hood-wink'd, and shaking from her hands
Their wonder cond no higher rise, Promiscuous gifts among the crowd,
With joy they throng his chariot wheels, and rend Restless of place, and still prepard for flight,
with shouts the skies. Was constant here, and seem'd restor'd to sight: Won by their merit, and resolv'd to bless
To thee, great prince! to thy extensive mind, The happy brothers with a long snccess
Not by thy country's narrow bounds contin'd, Maurice, the first resign'd to fate:
The Fates an ample scene afford; The youngest had a longer date,
And injur'd nations claim the succour of thy sword. And livid the space appointed to complete
No respite to thy toils is given, The great republic, rais'd so high before;
Till thou ascend thy native Hearen: Finish'd by him, the stately fabric bore
One llvdra-head cut off, still more abound, Its lofty top aspiring to the sky:
And twins sprout up to fill the wound. In vain the winds and rains around it beat;
So endless is the task that heroes find In vain, below, the waves tempestuous roar, To tame the monster Vice, ani to reform mankind, They dash themselves, and break, and backward fly, For this, Alcides heretofore, Dispers'd and murmuring at his feet.
And mighty Theseus, traveld o'er Insulting Spain the fruitless strife gires o'er,
Vast tracts of sea and land, and stew And claims dominion there no more.
Wild beasts and serpents gorg'd with human prey : Then Henry, ripe for immortality,
From stony dens tieree lurking robbers drew, His flight to Heaven eternal springs, [wings. And bid the cheerful travelier pass on his peaceful And, o'er his quiet grave, Peace spreads her downy way.
Yet, though the toilgome work they long pursue, Iis son, a second William, fills his place,
To rid the world's wikit pathless field, And clitabs to manhood with so swift a pace,
Still poisonous weeds and thorns in clusters grew,
And large unwholesome crops did yield, · Maurice and Henry..
To exercise their hands with labours ever new, VOL. X
Thou, like Alcides, early didst begin,
Had not Britannia's chief withstood
The thrcaten'd deluge, and repell’d,
And in his hand the scales of balanc'à kingdoms held.
Whose faithful soul, from private interest free,
(Interests which vulgar princes know) Darted her forked tongue at thee.
O'er all its passions sat exalted high,
And sees the moving clouds at distance fly below.
Whoe'er thy warlike annals reads,
Behold reviv'd our valiant Edward's deeds. The viper Spite, crush'd by thy virtue, shed
Great Edward and his glorious son
Will own themselves in thee outdone,
Though the fifth Henry too does claim Yet soon dispellid the dropping mists, and gilded all A shining place among Britannia's kings, the skies.
And Agincourt has rais'd his lofty name;
Yet the loud voice o fever-living Fame
But, though no chief contends with thee,
On thy immortal memory;
Whether Seneft's amazing field
To celebrated Mons shall yield;
Or if Namur's well-cover'd siege must all the rest
outshine! While he stain upon the greatest name, That e'er before was known to fame!
While in Hibernia's fields the labouring swain When Rome, his awful mother, did demand Shall pass the plough o'er skulls of warriors slain, The sword from his unruly hand,
And turn up bones, and broken spears, The sword she gave before,
Amaz'd, he'll show his fellows of the plain,
The reliques of victorious years;
Flandria, a longer witness to thy glory, [gain.
With wonder too repeat: thy story; Far other battles thou hast won,
How oft the foes thy lifted sword have seen Thy standard still the public good :
In the hot battle, when it bled Lavish of thine, to save thy people's blood:
At all its open veins, and oft have fled, And when the hardy task of war was done,
As if their evil genius thou hadst been: With what a mild well-temper'd mind,
How, when the blooming Spring began t'appear, (A mind unknown to Rome's ambitious son)
And with new life restor'd the year, Thy powerful armies were resigu'd;
Confederate princes us'd to cry; This victory o'er thyself was more,
“ Call Britain's king—the sprightly trumpet sound, Than all thy conquests gain'd before:
And spread the joyful summons round! 'Twas more than Philip's son could do,
Call Britain's king, and Victory!” When for new worlds the madman cry'd;
So when the flower of Greece, to battle led Nor in his own wild breast had spy'd
In Beauty's cause, just vengeance swore Towers of ambition, hills of boundless pride,
Upon the foul adulterer's head, Too great for armies to subdue.
That from her royal lord the ravish'd Helen bore,
The Grecian chiefs, of mighty fame,
Impatient for the son of Thetis wait :
Āt last the son of Thetis caine;
pending fate. Heaven's works, and laid the fair creation waste!
O sacred Peace! goddess serene ! Ask silver Rhine, with springing rushes crown'd,
Adorn'd with robes of spotless white, As to the sea his waters flow,
Fairer than silver floods of light! Where are the numerous cities now,
How short has thy mild empire been! That once he saw, his honour'd banks around?
When pregnant Time brought forth this new-born
At first we saw thee gently smile (age,
On the young birth, and thy sweet voice awhile
sing rage. Sung a soft charm to martial rage:
Edward III. and the Black Prince,
ODE THE THIRD.
ON THE DEATH OF A FRIEND
But soon the lion wak'd again, (mane.
Soon was the year of triumphs past;
At dead of night, when mortals lose
“ Who's that,” said I, “ at this late hour And bid his priests aloud, his iron gates unbar. Disturbs any rest ?"-It sobb'd and cry'd, But Heaven its hero can no longer spare,
And thus in mournful tone reply'd :
A poor unhappy child am I,
That's come to beg your charity;
Pray let me in You need not fear;
I mean no harın, I vow and swear;
But, wet and cold, crave shelter here; To triumph o'er th’extinguish'd foe;
Betray'd by night, and led astray, She shall supply the Thunderer's place”;
I've lüstalas! I've lost my way.” As Pallas, from th' ethereal plains,
Mov'd with this little tale of fate, Wart'd on the giants' impious race,
I took a lamp, and op'd the gate; And laid their huge demolish'd works in smoky ruins
When see! a naked boy before Then Anne's shall rival great Eliza's reign;
The threshold; at his back he wore And Williami's Genius, with a grateful smile, A pair of wings, and by his side Look down, and bless this happy isle;
A crooked bow and quiver tyd. And Peace, restor'd, shall wear her olive crown
My pretty angel! come,” said I,
Come to the fire, and do not cry!”
Then chaf'd his little hands in mine,
And cheer'd him with a draught of wine.
Whether the rain has spoiled my bow;
Let's try''then shot me with a dart. Pathetic airs and moving thoughts inspire !
'The venom throbb’d, did ake and smart, Whilst we thy Damon's praise rehearse:
As if a bee had stung my heart. Damon himself could animate the lyre.
“ Are these your thanks, ungrateful child, Apollo, god of sounds and verse,
Are these your thanks?" -Th’impostor smild: Pathetic airs and moving thoughts inspire !
“ Farewell, my loving host,” says he; Look down! and warm the song with thy celestial fire.
“ All's well; my bow's unhurt, I see;
But what a wretch I've made of thee!"
Young as that god, so sweet a grace,
Such blooming fragrance in thy face; So soft thy air, thy visage so serene, That harmony ev'n in thy look was seen.
PYRAMUS AND THISBE. But when thou didst th'obedient strings command,
FROM THE FOURTH BOOK OF OVID'S METAMORPHOSES. And join in consort thy melodious hand,
Where Babylon's proud walls, erected high Evin Fate itself, such wondrous strains to hear,
By fam'd Semiramis, ascend the sky, Fate had been charm'd, had Fate an ear.
Dwelt youthful Pyramus, and Thisbe fair; But what does Music's skill avail?
Adjoining houses held the lovely pair. When Orpheus did his loss deplore,
His perfect form all other youths surpass'd; Trees bow'd attentive to his tale;
Charms such as hers no eastern beauty grac'd. Hush'd were the winds, wild beasts forgot to roar; Near neighbourhood the first acquaintance drew, But dear Eurydice came back no more.
An early promise of the love t'ensue. Then cease, ye sons of Harmony, to mourn;
Time nurs'd the growing flame; had Fate been kind, Since Damon never can return.
The nuptial rites their faithful hands had join'd; See, see! he mounts, and cleaves the liquid way!
But, with vain threats, forbidding parents strove Bright choirs of angels, on the wing,
To check the joy; they could not check the loves For the new guest's arrival stay,
Each captive heart consumes in like desire; And hymns of triumph sing.
The more conceal'd, the fiercer rag'd the fire. They bear him to the happy seats above,
Soft looks, the silent eloquence of eyes, Seats of eternal harmony and love;
And secret signs, secure from household spies, Where artful Purcell went before.
Exchange their thoughts; the common wall, be Cease then, ye sons of Music, cease to mourn:
tween Your Damon never will return,
Each parted house, retain'd a.chink, unseen,
For ages past. The lovers soon espy'd
And in soft whispers soon the passage try'd. ? Vicem gerit illa Tonantis: the motto on her safe went the murmur'd sounds, and every day majesty's coronation medals.
A thousand amorous blandishments convey;
THE STORY OF
And often, as they stood on either side,
As when, a conduit broke, the streams shoot liigh, To catch by turns the fitting voice, they cry'd, Starting in sudden fountains through the sky,
Why, envious Wall, ah! why dost thou destroy So spouts the living stream, and sprinkled o'er The lovers' hopes, and why forbid the joy?
The tree's fair berries with a crimson gore, How should we bless thee, would'st thou yield to While, sapp'd in purple floods, the conscious root charins,
Transmits the stain of murder to the fruit.
Yet trembling with the fright, forsook the grove,
Her new adventure, and th' avoided fate.
Nor doubted long; for now her eyes beheld
It was her lover weltering on the ground,
Has snatch'd thee from my arms ?.
'T'is thy own Thisbe calls, look up and hear!” The tree, well-known, near a cool fountain grew, At Thisbe's name he lifts his dying eyes, And bore fair mulherries of snowy hue.
And, having seen her, clos'd them up, and dies. The prospect pleas'd; the Sun's unwelcome light But when she knew the bloody veil, and spy'd (That slovely seem'd to move, and slack his flight) The ivory scabbard empty by his side, Sunk in the seas; from the same seas arose the sable " Ah, wretched youth," said she, “by love betray'd! night;
Thy hapless hand guided the fatal blade. When, stealing through the dark, the crafty fair Weak as I am, I boast as strong a love; Unlock'd the door, an d gain d the open air;
For such a deed, this hand as bold shall prove. Love gave her courage; unperceiv'd she went, I'll follow thee to death; the world shall call Wrapp'd in a veil, and reach'd the monument. Thisbe the cause, and partner of thy fall; Then sat beneath th' appointed tree alone;
And ev'n in death, which could alonc disjoin But, by the glimmering of the shining moon, Our persons, yet in death thou shalt be mine. She sat not long, before from far she spy'ul
But hear, in both our names, this dying prayer,
Ye wretched parents of a wretched pair!
And soon shall cover two; for ever wear
Death's sable hue, and purple berries bear!"
Relenting Heaven allows her last request,
The fruit, when ripe, a purple dye retains;
THE TRIUMPH OF LOI'E. 'Twas I that slew thee, I th' appointment made;
IN IMITATION OF OVID, AMORUM LIB. I, Elcg. ?.
Why gentle Sleep forsakes my weary eres?
Why, turning often, all the tedious night And gorge your famine in my open'd side!
In pain I lie, and watch the springing light?But cowards call for death!”—Thus having spoke, What cruel demon haunts my tortur'd mind? The fatal garment from the ground he took,
Sure, if 'twere Love, I should th' invader find; And bore it to the tree; ardent he kiss'd,
Unless disguis'd he lurks, the crafty boy,
Alas! 'tis so-'tis tix'd the secret dart;
For struggling slaves a sharper doom sustain, Does th' embroider'd meads adom;
Where the fawns and satyrs play
Borrow Cynthia's silver white,
Juno's bird his tail shall spread,
Fat she must not be, nor lean;
Let her shape be straight and clean;
Next in comely order trace
Smiling cheeks and forehead high,
Thy spreading wings shall richest diamonds wear, Will th' unfinish'd draught supply."
Smiling then he took his dart,
Let Phabus his late happiness rehearse,
And grace Barn-Elms with never-dying verse! Drawn o'er the plains by harness'd tigers, rode.
Smooth was the Thames, his waters sleeping lay, Then since, great Love, I take a willing place
l'nwak'd by winds that o'er the surface play; Amidst thy spoils, the sacred show to grace;
When th' early god, arising from the east, Octase to wound, and let thy fatal store
Disclos'd the golden dawn, with blushes drest. Of piercing shafts be spent on me no more.
First in the streain his own bright form he sees, No more, too powerful in my charmer's eyes,
But brighter forms shine through the neighbouring Torment a slave, that for her beauty dies;
trees. Or look in smiles from thence, and I shall be
He speeds the rising day, and sheds his light A slave no longer, but a god, like thee.
Redoubled on the grove, to gain a nearer sight.
Five dazzling nyinphs in graceful pomp appcar ;
He thinks his Daphne and Leucothoe here, Come, my Muse, a Venus draw;
Join'd with that heavenly three, who on mount Ide Not the same the Grecians saw,
Descending once the prize of beauty try'd. By the fain'd Apelles wrought,
Ye verdant Elms, that towering grace this grove, Beauteous offspring of his thought.
Be sacred still to Beauty and to Love! No fantastic goddess mine,
No thunder break, nor lightning glare between Fiction far she does outshine.
Your twisted boughs, but such as then was seen. Queen of fancy! hither bring
The grateful Sun will every morning rise On thy gaudy-feather'd wing
Propitious here, saluting from the skies All the beauties of the Spring.
Your lofty tops, indulg'd with sweetest air, Like the bee's industrious pains
And every spring your losses he'll repair;
Nor his own laurels more shall be his care
PICEBE AND ASTERIA;
As altar raise to Friendship's holy flame,
Inscrib'd with Phæbe's and Asteria's name!
ON THE FRIENDSHIP OF
AND THE SICKNESS OF TILE FORMER.