Deferted stream, and mute? Wild Arun + too has heard thy ftrains, And Echo, 'midft my native plains, There first the wren thy myrtles shed To him thy cell was fhewn; And while he fung the female heart, Thy turtles mix'd their own. Come, Pity, come, by fancy's aid, Ev'n now my thoughts, relenting maid, Its fouthern fite, its truth compleat There Picture's toil fhall well relate, How chance, or hard involving fate A river in Suffex. O'er O'er mortal bliss prevail : The buskin'd Muse shall near her ftand, There let me oft, retir'd by day, There waste the mournful lamp of night, To hear a British shell! ODE ODE TO FE A R. Hou, to whom the world unknown TH With all its fhadowy shapes is fhewn; Who seeft appall'd th' unreal scene, While Fancy lifts the veil between : Ah Fear! ah frantic Fear! I fee, I fee thee near. r! I know thy hurried ftep, thy haggard eye! While While Vengeance, in the lurid air, On whom that ravening Brood of fate, EPODE. In earliest Greece, to thee, with partial choice, Silent and pale in wild amazement hung. Yet he, the Bard * who first invok'd thy name, For not alone he nurs'd the poet's flame, But who is he, whom later garlands grace, With trembling eyes thy dreary steps to trace, Where thou and Furies fhar'd the baleful grove? * Efchylus. Wrapt Wrapt in thy cloudy veil th' inceftuous Queen And he the wretch of Thebes no more appear'd. O Fear, I know thee by my throbbing heart, Thy withering power infpir'd each mournful line, Tho' gentle Pity claim her mingled part, Yet all the thunders of the fcene are thine ! ANTISTROPHE. Thou who fuch weary lengths haft paft, Where wilt thou reft, mad Nymph, at laft? Say, wilt thou fhroud in haunted cell, Where gloomy Rape and Murder dwell? Or in fome hollow'd feat, 'Gainft which the big waves beat, Hear drowning feamens cries in tempefts brought ! Dark power, with fhuddering meek fubmitted Be mine, to read the vifions old, Which thy awakening bards have told : [thought, * Jocafta. And, |