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Big swell'd my heart, and own'd the powerful maid, When fast she dropt her tears, as thus the said : “ Farewell the youth whom fighs could not detain, " Whom Zara's breaking heart implor'd in vain! Yet as thou go'it, may every blast arise 6 Weak and unfelt as these rejected fighs ! “ Safe o'er the wild, no perils may'ft thou see, No griefs endure, nor weep, false youth, like me." O let me fafely to the fair return, Say with a kiss, she must not, shall not mourn ; O! let me teach my heart to lose its fears, Recalld by Wisdom's voice, and Zara's tears.

He said, and call?d on heaven to bless the day, When back to Schiraz' walls he bent his way.

ECLOGUE

ECLOGUE

III.

ABR A ; OR, THE GEORGIAN SULTANA.

SCENE, A FOREST.

TIME, THE EVENING.

IN Georgia's land, where Teflis

' towers are seen,

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In diftant view along the level green,
While evening dews enrich the glittering glade,
And the tall forests cast a longer shade,
What time 'tis sweet o'er fields of rice to stray,
Or scent the breathing maize at setting day
Amidst the maids of Zagen's peaceful grove,
Emyra sung the pleasing cares of love.

Of Abra first began the tender strain,
Who led her youth with flocks upon the plain :
At morn she came chose willing flocks to lead,
Where lillies rear them in the watery mead;
From early dawn the live-long hours she told,
'Till late at filent eve the pean’d the fold.

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Deep in the grove, beneath the secret shade,
A various wreath of odorous flowers she made:

Gay-motley'd pinks and sweet jonquils she chose,
The violet blue that on the moss-bank grows;
All-sweet to sense, the flaunting rose was there :
The finish'd chaplet well-adorn'd her hair.

Great Abbas chanc'd that fated morn to stray,
By love conducted from the chace away ;
Among the vocal vales he heard her song,
And sought the vales and echoing groves among :
At length he found, and woo'd the rural maid ;
She knew the monarch, and with fear obey'd.

Be every youth like royal Abbas mov'd,
“ And every Georgian maid like Abra lov'd !”

The royal lover bore her from the plain ; Yet Atill her crook and bleating flock remain :

* That these flowers are found in very great abundoncc in some of the provinces of Persia ; see the modern history of Mr, Salmon,

Oft

Oft as she went, she backward turn'd her view,
And bad that crook and bleating flock adieu.
Fair happy maid ! to other scenes remove,
To richer scenes of golden power and love !
Go leave the fimple pipe, and shepherd's ftrain ;
With love delight thee, and with Abbas reign.

“ Be every youth like royal Abbas mov'd,
And every Georgian maid like Abra lov'd !"

Yet midst the blaze of courts the fix'd her love
On the cool fountain, or the shady grove ;
Still with the shepherd's innocence her mind
To the sweet vale, and flowery mead inclin'd;
And oft as spring renew'd the plains with flowers,
Breath'd his soft gales, and led the fragrant hours,
With sure return the sought the sylvan scene,
The breezy mountains, and the forests green.
Her maids around her mov'd, a duteous band !
Each bore a crook all-rural in her hand :
Some fimple lay, of flocks and herds they sung;
With joy the mountain, and the forest rung.

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6. Be every youth like royal Abbas mov'd, “ And every Georgian maid like Abra lov'd !"

And oft the royal lover left the care
And thorns of state, attendant on the fair ;
Oft to the shades and low-roof'd cots retir’d,

Or sought the vale where first his heart was fir'd :
A ruffet manile, like a swain, he wore,
And thought of crowns and busy courts no more.

Be every youth like royal Abbas mov’d,
And every Georgian maid like Abra lov'd !"

Blest was the life, that royal Abbas led :
Sweet was his love, and innocent his bed.
What if in wealth the noble maid excel;
The fimple shepherd girl can love as well.
Let those who rule on Perfia's jewell'd throne,
Be fam'd for love, and gentlest love alone ;
Or wreathe, like Abbas, full of fair renown,
The lover's myrtle with the warrior's crown.

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