Th' infernal priefteffes look fiercely on me; They thirst for blood, and I'm the deftin'd victim! ELECTRA. Nay, ftrive not-for I will not let thee go, While thefe weak arms can fold thee- ORESTE S. What art thou? One of my curft tormentors ?--Hence-I know thee; Thou grafp'ft me thus to plunge me down to hell. ELECTRA. Oh! whence can wretched mortals hope for fuccour, When Heaven is deaf, and all the gods our foes! ORESTES. Reach me the weapons of the fhooting god, Apollo's gift, the fhafts and horny bow; With these he bad me drive the fiends away, When cruel, they attack me ELECTRA. Can they feel? Can deathlefs beings feel a mortal wound? ORESTE S. They shall or leave my tortur'd fight-behold! Doft thou not fee their feather'd shafts fly round me ? skies, Fly fwift to Heaven-and charge Apollo there, Now wipe away thy tears, lamenting maid; Though we 're both wretched, tears are fhed in vain ; And when thou feeft again my faltering reason, Be ready thou to rule my broken fense, But But now, retiring to thy own apartment, Let gentle flumber clofe thy wakeful eyes; Then rife refresh'd; anoint thy wearied limbs, And with due nourishment recruit thy spirits. Such ceafelefs watchings will exhauft thy ftrength, And make thy languid life a burden to thee. Thou feeft, all other friends are fled; thou art My only folace in this dire affliction. Should't thou forfake me too, I'm loft indeed. ELECTRA. O no! thy fifter never will forfake thee; But if you fo command, I will retire; O N ON THE BIRTHDAY OF THE RIGHT HONOURABLE THE LORD CHANCELLOR PARKER. JULY XXIII, M DCC XIX. S father Thames pours out his plenteous urn As if he ftopp'd awhile, with confcious pride, And call the water-nymphs around to gaze. So in Time's common flood the huddled throng Not fair July, though Plenty clothe his fields, As that he gave a Parker to our ifle. Hail happy month! fecure of lafting fame! THE XIVth OLYMPICK OF PINDAR. т о ASOPICUS OF ORCHOMENUS. Y I. E heavenly Graces, who prefide O'er Minyæa's happy foil, that breeds, Swift for the race, the fairest steeds ; And rule the land, where with a gentle tide II. Whatever honours fhine below, III. In |