Then only envying heaven's creative hand: Wifh'd to his gloomy reign his envious arts Might win this prize, and doubled every snare. And vain were reafon, courage, learning, all, Till power accede: till Tudor's wild caprice Smile on their caufe; Tudor, whose tyrant reign With mental freedom crown'd, the beft of kings Might envious view, and ill prefer their own! Then Wolfey rofe, by nature form'd to seek Ambition's trophies, by addrefs to win, By temper to enjoy-whose humbler birth Taught the gay fcenes of pomp to dazzle more.
Then from its towering height with horrid found Rush'd the proud abbey. Then, the vaulted roofs, Torn from their walls, difclos'd the wanton scene Of monkish chastity! Each angry friar
Crawl'd from his bedded ftrumpet, muttering low An ineffectual curfe. The pervious nooks That, ages paft, convey'd the guileful priest To play fome image on the gaping crowd, Imbibe the novel day-light; and expofe Obvious the fraudful enginery of Rome. As though this opening earth to neither realms Should flash meridian day, the hooded race Shudder abafh'd to find their cheats display'd: And, confcious of their guilt, and pleas'd to wave Its fearful meed, refign'd their fair domain. Nor yet fupine, nor void of rage, retir'd The peft gigantic; whofe revengeful stroke
Ting'd the red annals of Maria's reign.
When from the tendereft breast each wayward prieft Could banish mercy and implant a fiend! When cruelty the funeral pyre uprear'd, And bound religion there, and fir'd the base! When the fame blaze, which on each tortur'd limb Fed with luxuriant rage, in every face Triumphant faith appear'd, and smiling hope. O bleft Eliza! from thy piercing beam Forth flew this hated fiend, the child of Rome.; Driven to the verge of Albion, linger'd there, Then with her James receding, cast behind One angry frown, and fought more fervile climes. Henceforth they ply'd the long-continued task Of righteous havock, covering diftant fields With the wrought remnants of the shatter'd pile. While through the land the mufing pilgrim fees A tract of brighter green, and in the midst Appears a mouldering wall, with ivy crown'd; Or Gothic turret, pride of ancient days! Now but of ufe to grace a rural scene; To bound our vistas, and to glad the fons Of George's reign, referv'd for fairer times!
"Sed neque Medorum fylvæ, ditiffima terra
"Nec pulcher Ganges, atque auro turbidus Hemus, "Laudibus Angligenûm certent: non Bactra, nec Indi, Totaque thuriferis Panchaia pinguis arenis.”
ET the green olive glad Hefperian fhores ; Her tawny citron, and her orange-groves, These let Iberia boaft; but if in vain, To win the stranger plant's diffusive smile, The Briton labours, yet our native minds, Our conftant bofoms, thefe, the dazzled world May view with envy; thefe, Iberian dames Survey with fixt esteem and fond defire. Haplefs Elvira! thy difaftrous fate May well this truth explain; nor ill adorn The British lyre; then chiefly, if the Mufe, Nor vain, nor partial, from the fimple guife Of ancient record catch the penfive lay; And in less groveling accents give to fame. Elvira lovelieft maid! th' Iberian realm Could boast no purer breast, no fprightlier mind, No race more fplendent, and no form fo fair. Such was the chance of war, this peerless maid In life's luxuriant bloom, enrich'd the spoil Of British victors, victory's noblest pride! She, fhe alone, amid the wailful train, Of captive maids, affign'd to Henry's care; Lord of her life, her fortune, and her fame! T
He, geneus youth, with no penurious hand, The tedious moments that unjoyous roll Where freedom's chearful radiance fhines no more, Effay'd to foften; confcious of the pang That beauty feels, to wafte its fleeting hours In fome dim fort, by foreign rule restrain'd, Far from the haunts of men, or eye of day!
Sometimes, to cheat her bofom of its cares, Her kind protector number'd o'er the toils Himself had worn; the frowns of angry feas, Or hoftile rage, or faithlefs friend, more fell Than ftorm or foe: if haply the might find Her cares diminish'd; fruitless fond effay! Now to her lovely hand, with modest awe The tender lute he gave; the not averse. Nor destitute of skill, with willing hand Call'd forth angelic ftrains; the facred debt Of gratitude, she said; whofe juft commands Still might her hand with equal pride obey!
Nor to the melting founds the nymph refus'd Her vocal art; harmonious, as the strain Of fome imprison'd lark, who, daily chear'd By guardian cares, repays them with a fong : Nor droops, nor deems fweet liberty refign'd.
The fong, not artiefs, had fhe fram'd to paint Difaftrous paffion; how, by tyrant laws Of idiot cuftom fway'd, fome foft-ey'd fair Lov'd only one: nor dar'd that love reveal! How the foft anguish banish'd from her cheek The damask rose full-blown ; a fever came; ;
And from her bofom forc'd the plaintive tale.
Then, fwift as light, he fought the love-lorn maid, But vainly fought her; torn by fwifter fate To join the tenants of the myrtle shade, Love's mournful victims on the plains below. Sometimes, as fancy spoke the pleasing task, She taught her artful needle to display
The various pride of spring: then swift upfprung Thickets of myrtle, eglantine, and rose : There might you fee, on gentle toils intent, A train of bufy loves; fome pluck the flower, Some twine the garland, fome with grave grimace Around a vacant warrior caft the wreath. 'Twas paint, 'twas life! and fure to piercing eyes The warrior's face depictur'd Henry's mien.
Now had the generous chief with joy perus'd The royal fcroll, which to their native home Their ancient rights, uninjur'd, unredeem'd, Reftor'd the captives. Forth with rapid haste To glad his fair Elvira's ear, he sprung; Fir'd by the blifs he panted to convey; But fir'd in vain! Ah! what was his amaze, His fond diftrefs, when o'er her pallid face Dejection reign'd, and from her lifeless hand Down dropt the myrtle's fair unfinish'd flower! Speechlefs the ftood; at length with accents faint, "Well may my native fhore, she said, refound "Thy monarch's praife; and ere Elvira prove "Of thine forgetful, flowers fhall cease to fee! "The foftering breeze, and nature change her laws?” And
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