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Wild as his land, in native deserts bred,
By luft incited, or by malice led,

The villain Arab, as he prowls for prey,

Oft marks with blood and wasting flames the way;
Yet none fo cruel as the Tartar foe,

To death inur'd, and nurft in fcenes of woe.

He faid; when loud along the vale was heard A fhriller fhriek, and nearer fires appear'd : Th' affrighted fhepherds thro' the dews of night, Wide o'er the moon-light hills renew'd their flight.

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DESCRIPTIVE AND ALLEGORICAL.

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ODE TO PITY.

Thou, the friend of man affign'd,

With balmy hands his wounds to bind, And charm his frantic woe:

When first Distress, with dagger keen,

Broke forth to waste his destin'd scene,

His wild unfated foe!

By Pella's Bard, a magic name,

By all the griefs his thought could frame,

Receive my humble rite:

Long, Pity, let the nations view

Thy fky-worn robes of tendereft blue,

And eyes of dewy light!

But wherefore need I wander wide

To old Iliffus' diftant fide,

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