Suddenly behold we now On her brow Pride enthroned in awful beauty. Pride? ah no!-but where, my Muse, Wilt thou choose Words to satisfy thy duty? When abroad on orient wings Eurus springs O'er the summer seas to revel; And his feet in rapid race Print their trace, Where he skims the watery level; Curling waves with murmuring sound Yet no storm of wrath collected Speaks that sound; the sign but shows, How to make his power respected! Thus we on that brow discern, Terrors which no pain occasion : Beauty daunting bold invasion; And that gentle look severe So transporting to the lover, Not one thought he more employs Which her beauteous smiles discover! VOL. VI. F. LAURENCE. SS SONG. FROM THE ITALIAN. YIELD to the spheres that witching strain Be to the sun that lustre given, Owe to the morn that blush no more, What then shall of the charms remain, Except the anger and disdain, That turn thy slave to stone? ANONYMOUS. SONNET. FROM THE ITALIAN OF MOZARELLO. YE gales that gently fan the smiling sky, [dews, Fit haunts which amorous sorrow well might choose; Who bad your conscious echoes to my Muse Each whisper'd hope, each flatter'd fear reply! Those conscious echoes I no more to tales Of woe shall wake; since o'er my manlier mind Firm Reason holds again her calm control: Yet though no more, to lonely grief resign'd, I wander here to weep, not less my soul This cool, this murmur loves, these verdant vales ! F. LAURENCE. SONNET. FROM THE ITALIAN OF GIAMBATTISTA COTTA. I SAW the' eternal God, in robes of light, came; His presence pass'd before me like the flame That fires the forest in the depth of night. Whirlwind and storm, and horror and affright Compass'd his path, and shook creation's frame, When from the heaven of heavens, with awful aim, To earth he wing'd his instantaneous flight. The universal arch of yonder spheres Bow'd with the pressure of its Maker's tread, And earth's foundations quaked with mortal fears. MONTGOMERY. SONNET. FROM THE ITALIAN OF FILICAJA. As some fond mother views her infant race, With tender love o'erflowing while she sees; She kisses one, one clasps in her embrace, Her feet supporting one, and one her knees; Then, as the winning gesture, speaking face, Or plaintive cry, explain their different pleas, A look, a word, she deals with various grace, And smiles, or frowns, as Love alone decrees. O'er man, frail kind, so Providence divine Still watches; hears, sustains, and succours all, With equal eye beholding each that lives. If Heaven denies, ah! let not man repine! F. LAURENCE. ENDYMION SLEEPING. FROM THE ITALIAN OF TASSONI. TIRED with long toil Endymion lay reposed Where herbs and flowers an odorous couch com[play, posed: And while the freshening breeze, with amorous Fann'd the fierce beam and burning heat of day, There the light Loves, a duteous band, descend, Loose the full quiver and the bow unbend; For from those eyes so closed, that form so fair, Cupid himself, they deem'd, their god lay there. Spread to the gale, by every zephyr blown, thrown; [place, Oft to his lips would the disporting crew Oft to his cheek the rose and lily's bloom- ANONYMOUS. TO SLEEP. FROM THE ITALIAN OF FRACASTORO. WITH the pale poppy's nodding flower These sable violets I braid, And for my fair, who asks thine aid, Thy healing balm, O Sleep, implore! For ah! her bright eyes fade by grief oppress'd, And thou alone, O Sleep, canst charm her cares to rest. Soft-soothing Sleep, secure relief |