No more the shepherd's whitening tents appear,
Nor the kind products of a bounteous year;
No more the date, with fnowy bloffoms crown'd!
But ruin spreads her baleful fires around.

SECANDER.

In vain Circaffia boasts her spicy groves,
For ever fam'd for pure and happy loves:
In vain fhe boafts her faireft of the fair,

Their eye's blue languish, and their golden hair!
Those eyes in tears their fruitless grief must send ;
Those hairs the Tartar's cruel hand fhall rend.

AGIB.

Ye Georgian swains that piteous learn from far Circaffia's ruin, and the wafte of war;

Some weightier arms than crooks and staffs prepare, To shield your harvests, and defend your fair: The Turk and Tartar like defigns pursue,

Fix'd to destroy, and stedfaft to undo.

Wild

Wild as his land, in native deferts 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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