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te Co to! you both are young. Yet oft rever'd Fat bulls and goats to great Apollo die. * Greater than you have the wise Neftor heard. In clouds the favoury steam ascend the sky. # Their equals never shall these eyes behold : The Greeks to heaven their folemn vows addrek; « Cæneus the just, Pirithous the bold,
But dire revenge rollid in the monarch's breatt. ** Exadius, Dryas, born to high command, Obfequious at his call two heralds stand : “ Shepherds of men, and rulers of the land, To them in frowns he gives this harsh commande * Thereus unrivall'd in his fire's abodes,
“ Ye heralds, to Achilles' tent repair; s And mighty Polypheme, a match for gods. “ Thence swift the female slave Briseis bear, « They, greatest names that ancient story knows, “ With arms, if disobey'd, myself will come. « In mortal conflict met as dreadful foes :
“ Bid him resign her, or he tempts his doom." « Fearless through rocks and wilds their prey pur l'he heralds, though unwillingly, obey. “ sued,
Along the sea-beat fore they speed their way: " And the huge double Centaur race subdued. And, now the Myrnuidonian quarter past, * With them my early youth was pleas'd to roam At his tent-door they find the hero plac'd. « Through regions, far from my sweet native home; Disturb'd the solemn messengers he saw : • They callid me to the wars. No living hand They too stood silent, with respectful awe, « Could match their valour, or their Itrength Before the royal youth, they neither spoke. “ withstand ;
He guess’d their message, and the filence broke : * Yet wont they oft my fage advice to hear. “ Ye ministers of gods and men, draw pear, " Then listen both, with an attentive ear. “ Not you, but him whose heralds ye appear, « Seize not thou, king of men, the beauteous flave, “ Robb’d of my right I blame. Patroclus, bring * Th'allotted prize the Grecian voices gave. “ 'The damsel forth for this disdainful king. « Nor thou, Pelides, in a threatening tone “ But ye, my wrongs, O heralds, bear in mind, “ Urge him to wrath, who fills that sacred throne, “ And clear me to the gods and all mankind, " The king of forty kings, and honour'd more “ Ev'n to your thoughtless king; if évermore « By mighty Jove, than e'er was king before. My aid be wanted on the hostile shore. * Brave though thou art, and of a race divine, Thoughtless he is, nor knows his certain doom, « Thou must obey a power more great than thine. Blind to the past, nor sees the woes to come, « And thou, O king, forbear. Myfelf will sue “ His best defence thus rafhly to forego, * Great Thetis' son his vengeance to subdue : “ And leave a naked army to the foe." * Great Thetis' valiant fon, our country's boalt, He ceas'd Patroclus his dear friend obey'd, et The Thield and bulwark of the Grecian host.”. And usher'd in the lovely weeping maid.
“ Wise are thy words, O fire, (the king began) Sore figh'd Me, as the heralds took her hand, " But what can satiate this aspiring man? And oft look'd back flow-moving o'er the strand. * Unbounded power he claims o'er humankind, The widow'd hero, when the fair was gone, # And hopes for slaves, I trust, he ne'er fhall find. Far from his friends sat bath'd in tears alone. * Shall we, because the gods have form'd him On the cold beach he fat, and fix'd his eyes “ strong
Where black with ftornis the curling billows rise, « Bear the lewd language of his lawless tongue! And a the sea wide-rolling he survey'd, u Jf aw'd by thee, the Greeks might well de. With out-stretch'd arms to his fond niother pray'd; “ Spise
“ Since to shore life thy hapless son was born, * My name," the prince, precipitate, replies. “ Great Jove stands bound by promise to adorn “ \u vain thou nodd's from thy imperial throne. “ His stinted course with an immortal name. " Thy vassalo seek elsewhere; for I am none. " Is this the grear amends? the promis'd fame? “ But break we here. The fair, though justly mine, “ The son of Atreus, proud of lawless sway, " With fword undrawn l purpose to relign. “ Demands, pofl-fles, and enjoys my prey. “On aught beside, I once for all command, Near her old fire enthron'd, the heard him weep “ Lay noe, I charge thee, thy presumptuous hand. From the low flent caverns of the deep: “ Çome not within my reach, nor dare advance, Then in a morning mist her head she rears, " Or thy heart's blood shall reek upon my lance." Sits by her son, and mingles tears with tears, scries)
Thus both in foul debate prolong'd the day. Chile grafps her darling's hand. “My son (fhe The council broke, cach takes his separate way. “ Why heaves thy heart? and why o'erflow thy Achilles feeks his tent with reftless mind; Patroclus and his train move flow behind.
“ Oh tell me, tell thy mother all thy care, Mean time, a bark was haul'd along the sand, “ That both may know it, and that both may Twice ten selected Greeks, a brawny band,
[groan, Tug the tough oars, at the great king'scemmand. " Oh! goddess ! (cry'd he with an inward The gifts, the hecatomb, the captive fair, “ Thou know' t it all: to thee are all things Are all intrusted to Ulysses' care,
• known. They mount the deck. The vessel takes its flight, “ Eötian Thebes we fack'd, their ransack'd towers, Bounds o'er the surge, and leflens to the fight. “ The plunder of a people, all was ours.
Next he ordains along the winding coast “ We stood agreed the booty to divide. By hollow'd rites to purify the hoft.
“ Chryfeïs rosy-cheek'd, and gloffy-ey'd, A herd of chosen victims they provide,
“ Fell to the king; but holy Chryses bore And call their offals on the briny tide,
" Vast gifts of ransom to the tented fhore :
His fceptre stretching forth (the golden rod “ Along the skies his radiant course he steer'd, Hung round with hailow'd garlands of his god)
« Behind him all the train of gods appear'd, • Of all the hoft, of every princely chief, “ A bright procession. To the holy feast « But first of Atreus' sons he begg'd relief. “ Of blameless men he goes a grateful guest. “ Throughout the host consenting murmurs ran, “ To heaven he comes, when twice fix days are To yield her to the venerable man;
" o'er! “ But the harsh king deny'd to do him right, “ 'l'hen shall his voice the fire of gods implore, * An: drove the trembling prophet from his light. " Then to my lofty manfion will I pass, " Apollo heard his injur'd suppliant's cry, “ Founded on rocks of ever-during brass : « And dealt his arrows through th' infected lky; “ There will I clasp his knees with wonted art, “ The swift contagion sene by his commands, “ No doubt, my son, but I thall melt his heart." * Swept through the camp, and thinn'd the Gre She ceas'd: and left him lost in doubtful care, « cian bands.
And bent on vengeance for the ravilh'd fair. ** The guilty cause a sacred augur show'd,
But, safe arriv'd near Chrysa's sacred itand “ And I first mov'd to mitigate the god
The fage Ulysses now advanc'd to land. « At this the tyrant storm d. and vengeance vow'd; Along the coast he shoots with swelling gales, " And now too soon hath made his threatnings Then lowers the lofty mast, and furls the fails;
Next plies to port with many a well-tini'd oar, 51 Chryseis first with gifts to Chrysa sent,
And drops his anchors near the faithful fhore. 1 His heralds came this moment to my tent, The bark now fix'd amidst the rolling cide, ¢ And bore Brelcis thence, my beauteous flave, Chryseis follows het experienc'd guide : “ Th' allotted prize, which the leagu'd Grecians The gifts to Phæbus from the Grecian host, gave.
A herd of bulls went bellowing o'er the coast. " Thou goddess, then, and thou, I know, haft To the god's fane, high looking o'er the land, power,
He led, and near the altar took his stand, 6. For thine own son the might of Jove implore. Then gave her joyful to her father's hand. * Oft in my father's house I've heard thee tell, “ All hail! Acrides sets thy daughter free, * When sudden fears on heaven's great monarchs “ Sends offerings to thy god and gifts to thee.
“ But thou entreat the power, whose dreadful • Thy aid the rebel deities o'ercame,
sway * And sav'd the mighty thunderer from shame. " Afflicts his camp, and sweeps his host away." u Pallas, and Neptune, and great Juno, bound He said, and gave her. The fond father smild " The fire in chains, and hemm'd their sovereign With secret rapture, and embrac'd his child, u round
The victims now they range in chosen bands, * Thy voice, O goddess, broke their idle bands, And offer gifts with unpolluted hands : “ And call'd the giant of the hundred hands, When with loud voice, and arms uprear'd in air, * The prodigy, whom heaven and carth revere, The hoary priest preferr'd this powerful prayer : “ Briareus nam'd above, Aigeon here.
Dread warrior with the filver bow, give ear : “ His father Neptune he in ftrength surpass’d; “ Patron of Chrysa and of Cilla, lear * Ac Jove's right hand his hideous forn he plac'd, " About this domethou walk'it thy constant round: * Proud of his might. The gods with secret dread, “ Still have my vows thy power propitious found. € Beheld the huge enormous shape and fled. “ Rous’d by my prayers ev’a now thy vengeance 6 Remind him then : for well thou know'lttheart;
" burns, " Go, clasp his knees, and melt his mighty heart. " And smit by thee, the Grecian army mourns. « Let the driven Argians, hunted o'er the plain, Hear me once more; and let the suppliant foe « Seek the vast verge of his tempeltuous main : “ Avert thy wrath, and ilack chy dreadful bow." ** There let them perish, void of all relief,
He pray'd : and great Apollo heard his prayer. « Mly wrongs remember, and enjoy their chief. The suppliants now their vocive rites prepare : * Too lace with anguish fhall his heart be turn, Amidst the flames they cast the hallow'd bread, * That the first Greek was made the public scorn.” And heaven-ward turn each victims deftin'd hcad:
Then she ( with tears her azure eyes ran o'er :) Next flay the fatted bulls, their skins divide, * Why bore I thee! or nourith'd when I bore ! And from each carcase rend the smoking hide, # Bleft, if within thy tent, and free from strife, On every limb large rolls of fat beltow, * Thou might'it possess the poor remains of life, And chosen morsels round the offering ftrow : " Thy death approaching now the fates foreshow; Mysterious rites. Then on the fire divine * Short is thy destin'd term, and full of woe. The great high priest pours forth the ruddy wire ; t ill-fated thou! and oh unhappy !!
Himicif the offering burns. On either hand « But hence to the celestial courts 1 fly,
A troop of youths, in decent order stand. 6 Where, hid in snow, to heaven Olympus swells, On sharpen'd forks, obedient to the fire, ** And Jove, rejoicing in his thunder, dwells. They turn the tasteful fragments in the fire, « Mean time, my son, indulge ehy just disdain : *Adorn the feait, sce every dish well-stor'd, * Vent all thy rage, and fun the hostile plain, And serve the plenteous messes to the board. 4 Till Jove returns. Last night my waves he When now the various fcalts had cheer'd their * cross'd,
[bowls, 5 And sought the difant Ethiopian coast : With sparkling wines they crown the generosi
The first libations to Apollo pay,
“ The sign that ratifies my high command, And solemnise with sacred hymns the day:
That thus I will : and what I will fall ftand." His praise in lö Pæans loud they fing,
This said, his kingly brow the fire inclin'd; And foo:he the rage of the far-Shooting king. The large black curls fell awful from behind, Ac evening, through the shore dispers'd they sleep, Thick shadowing the stern forehead of the god : Hush'd by the distant roarings of the deep. Olympus trembled at th' almighty nod,
When now, ascending from the shades of night, The goddess smild: ard, with a sudden leap, Aurora glow'd in all her rosy light,
From the high mountain plung'd into the deep. The daughter of the dawn : th' awaken'd crew But Jove repair’d to his celestial towers : Back to the Greeks encamp'd their course renew. And, as he rose, up-rose th' immortal powers. The breezes freshen : for with friendly gales In ranks, on either side, th' assembly caft, Apollo (well'd their wide, diftended, sails : Bow'd down, and did obeisance as he pass'd. Cleft by the rapid prow, the waves divide,
To him enthron'd (for whispering the had seer sind in hoarse murmurs break on either side. Close at his knees the filver-footed queen, In safety to the destin'd port they pass’d,
Daughter of him, who, low beneath the tides, And fix'd their bark with grappling haulsers faft; Aged and hoary in the deep resides) Then dragg'd her farther, on the dry-land coast, Big with invectives, Juno llence broke, Regain'd their tents, and mingled in the hoft. And thus, opprobrious her resentments spoke :
Bue fierce Achilles, Mill on vengeance bent, “ False sove! what goddess whispering did I Cherith'd his wrath, and madden'd in his tent.
see? Th'assembled chiefs he shun'd with high disdain, “ O fond of counsels, still conceal'd from me! A band of kings: nor sought the hostile plain; “ To me, neglected, thou wilt ne'er impart But longid to hear the distant troops engage, “ One single thought of thy close-cover'd heart." The strife grow doubtful, and the battle rage. To whom the fire of gods and men reply'd; Twelve days were part; and now th' ethereal “ Serive not to find, what I decree to hide. train,
“ Laborious were the search, and vain the strife, Jove at their head, to heaven return'd again : “ Vain ev'n for thee, my filter and my wife. When Thetis, from the deep prepar'd to rise, “ The thoughts and counsels, proper to declare, Shot through a big-swoln wave, and pierc'd the “ Nor god nor mortal shall before thee hare : íkies.
“ But, wbat my secret wisdom Thail ordain, At early morn she reach'd the realms above, “ Think not to reach, for know the thought were 'The court of gods, the residence of Jove.
“ vain. On the top-point of high Olympus, crown'd “ Dread Saturn's son, why so severe?" replies With kills on hills, him far apart she found, “ The goddess of the large majestic eyes. [show Above the rest. The earth beneath display'd " Thy own dark thoughts at pleasure hide, or (A boundless prospect) his broad eye survey'd. “ Ne'er have I ask'd, por now aspire to know. Her left hand grafp'd his knees, her right she rear'd, “ Nor yet my fears are vain, nor came unseen And touch'd with blandishment his awful beard ; “ To thy high throne, the silver-footed queen, Then, suppliant, with submissive voice implor'd “ Daughter of him, who low beneath the tides Old Saturn's son, the god by gods ador'd : " Aged and hoary in the deep resides. “ If c'er, by rebel deities oppreit,
" Thy nod assures me she was not deny'd: “ My aid reliev'd thee, grant this one request. “ And Greece mult perish for a madman's pride." “ Since to short lise my hapless fon was born, To whom the god, whose hand the tempelt forms. " Do thou with fame the scanty space adorn. Drives clouds on clouds, and blackens heaven with “ Punish the king of men, whose lawless sway
(plain? “ Hath Tham'd the youth, and seiz'd his definid | Thus wrathful answer'd : “ Dost thou still comprey.
“ Perplex'd for ever, and perplex'd in vain! " Awhile let Troy prevail, chat Greece may gricve, “ Should'nt thou disclose the dark event to come, And doubled honours to my off-piring give.” “ How wilt thou stop th' irrevocable doom!
She said. The god vouchlal'd not to reply " This serves the more to sharpen my disdain ; (A decp fufpence fat in his though:ful eye): “ And woes foreseen but lengthen out thy pain. Once more around his knces the goldcss clung, “ Be filent then. Dispure not my command; And to foft accen's form'd her ariful tongue : “ Nor tempe the force of this superior hand : ** Oh! speak. Or grant me, or deny my prayer.
“ Lelt all the gods, around thee leagu'd, engage " Fear not to speak, what I am doom'd to bear; “ In vain to shield thee from my kindled rage." " That I may know, if thou my prayer deny, Mute and abash'd she fat without reply, 5. The nioft defpis d of all the gods am 1." And downward turn'd her large majestic eye,
With a deep ligh the thundering power replies : Nor further durft th' offended fire provoke; « To what a height will Juno's anger rise! The gods around him trembled, as he spoke, “ Srill doth her voice bef re che gods upbraid When Vulcan, for his mother fore Jittress’d,
My partial hand, that gives the Trojans aid. Turn'd orator, and thus his speech address'd: di grant thy fuit. But, hence! depart unseen, “ Hard is our fate, if men of mortal line « And thun the light of heaven's suspicious queen. “ Stir up debate among the powers divine, " Believe my pod, the great, the certain fign, “ If things on earth disturb the bleft abodes, " Whicu jove propiticus bears the powers divins ; " And mar th' ambsofial banquet of she gods!
« Then let my mother once be rul'd by me, What awe did the flow solemn knell inspire ;
Though much more wise than I pretend to be: The pealing organ, and the pausing choir ; * Let me advise her filent to obey,
The duties by the lawn-rob'd prelate pay'd; " And due submission to our father pay.
And the last words, that duft to duft convey'd ! “ Nor force again his gloomy rage to rise, While speechless o'er thy closing grave we bend, “ Ill-tim'd, and damp the revels of the skies. Accept these tears, thou dear departed friend. “ For should he tofs her from th' Olympian hill, Oh, gune for ever! take this long adieu ; “ Who could refift the mighty monarch's will ? And sleep in peace, next thy lov'd Montague. " Then thou to love the thunderer reconcile, To strew fresh laurels, let the task be mine, " And tempe him kindly on us all to smile." A frequent pilgrim, at thy sacred thrine ;
He saidand in his tottering hands up-bore Mine with true fighs thy absence to benioan, A double goblet, fill'd, and foaming o'er.
And grave with faithful epitaphs thy stone. “ Sit down, dear mother, with a heart content, If e'er from me thy lov'd memorial part, « Nor urge a more disgraceful punishment, May shame afflict this alicnated heart; " Which if great Jove inflict, poor 1, dismay'd, Of thee forgetful if I form a song, « Muft fand aloof, nor dare to give thec aid. My lyre be broken, and untun'd my tongue, “ Great Jove shall reign for ever, uncontrold: My grief be doubled from thy image free, “ Remember, when I took thy part of old, And mirth a torment, unchalis'd by thee.
Caught by the heel he swung ne round on high, Oft let me range the gloony aisles alone, " And headlong hurl'd me from th' ctherial sky : Sad luxury! to vulgar minds unknown, " From morn to noon I fell, from noon to night; Along the walls where speaking marbles show « Till pitch'd on Lemnos, a most piteous fight, What worthies form the hallow'd mould below; " The Sintians hardly could my breath recal, Proud names, who once the reims of enpire held; « Giddy and gasping with the dreadful fall." In arms who triumph'd; or in arts excell'd; She smild: and, smiling, her white arm dir. Chiefs, grac'd with scars, and prodigal of blood; play'd
Stern patriots, who for sacred freedoni stood; To reach the bowl her aukward son convey'd Jult men, by whom impartial laws were given; From right to left the generous bowl he crown'd, Andfaints who taught, and led, the way to heaven; And dealt the rosy nedar fairly round.
Ne'er to these chambers, where the inighty reit, The gods laugh'd out, unwcary'd, as they spy'd Since their foundation, came a nobler guest; The busy skinker hop from side to side.
Nor c'er was to the bowers of bliss convey'd Thus, feasting to the full, they pass'd away, A fairer spirit or more welcome shade. In blissful banqucts, all the live-long day,
In what new region, to the just asign'd, Nor wanted melody. With heavenly art
What new employments please th’unbody'd mind; The muses sung ; each mufe perform'd her part. A winged virtue, through th' ethereal iky, Alternate warbling; while the golden lyre, From world to world unweary'd does he fly? Touch'd by Apollo, led the vocal choir.
Or curious trace the long laborious maze The fun at length declin'd, when every guest Of heaven's decrees, where wondering angels gaze; Sought his bright palace, and withdrew to reit; Does he delighe to hear bold seraphs tell Each had his palace on th' Olympian hill,
How Michael batel'd, and the dragon fell; A masterpiece of Vulcan's matchless skill.
Or, mix'd with milder cherubim, to glow Ey'n he, the god, who heaven's great sceptrc sways, In hymns of love, not ill essay'd below? And frowns amid the lightning's dreadful blaze, Or dost thou wam poor mortals lest behind, His bed of late ascending, lay compos'd;
A tak well-luited to thy gentle mind? His eyes a sweet refreshing slumber clos'd : Oh! if sometimes thy spotless form descend; And at his side, all-glorious to behold,
To me thy aid, thou guardian genius, lend ! Was Juno lodg'd in her alcove of gold.
When rage mitguides me, or when fear alarms,
When pain distrelles, or when pleasure charms,
And turn from ill, a frail and feeble heart;
Lead through the paths thy virtue trod before, And left her debt to Addison unpaid, Blame not her filence, Warwick, but bemoan,
That awful form, which, so the heavens decree,
Mift till be lov'd and Atill deplor'd by me; And judge, oh judge, my borom by your own. What mourner ever felt poetic fires !
In nightly visions seldom fails to rise, Slow comes the verse that real woe inspires :
Or, rous'd by fancy, meets my waking eyes. Grief unaffected suits but ill with art,
If business calls, or crowded courts invite; Or flowing numbers with a bleeding heart.
Th’unblemith'd statesman seems to itrike my light; Can I forget the dismal night that gave
If in the stage I seek to soothe my care;
I meet his soul which breathes in Cato chere; My soul's best part for ever to the grave ! How Glent did his old companions tread,
If pensive to the rural shades I rove; By midnight lanıps, the mansicns of the dead,
His shape o’ertakes nie in the lonely grove; Through brcathing ftatuez, then unheeded things: Clcard fonze great truth, or rais'd some serious
'Twas there of just and good he reason'd strong, Through rows of warriors, and through walks of
There patient Show'd us the wise course to steer, And thus, in dying words, befpoke
The virgins weeping round:
“ I hear a voice, you cannot hear, The price for knowledge) taught us how to die.
“ Which says, I must not ftay; Thou hill, whose brow the antique Atructures
“ I see a hand, you cannot see, grace,
" Which beckons me away. Rear'd by bold chiefs of Warwick's noble race,
“ By a false heart, and broken vows, Why, once lo lov'd, whene'er thy bower appears,
" In early youth I die : O'er my dim eye-balls glance the fudden tears !
" Was I to blame, because his bride How sweet were once thy prospects fresh and fair,
“ Was thrice as rich as I? Thy Aloping walks, and unpolluted air! How sweet the glooms beneath thy aged trees,
« Ah, Colin: give not her thy rows,
“ Vows due to me alone : Thy noon side thadow, and thy evening breeze!
“ Nor thou, fond maid, receive his kiss, His image thy so taken bowers rettore;
« Nor think him all thy own. Thy walks and airy prospects charm no more;
“ To-morrow, in the church to wed, No more the fummer in thy glooms aliay'd, Thy evening breezes, and thy noon-day shade.
“ Impatient, both prepare!
“ But know, fond maid, and know, false mans From other hilfs, however fortune frown'd;
" That Lucy will be there !
“ This bridegroom blithe to meet, And these iad accents, murmur'd o'er his urn, “ He in his wedding-trim fo gay, Betray that abi nce, they attempt to mourn.
“ I in my winding sheet." mult I then now fresh my bosim bleeds, She fpuke, the dy'd, her corse was borne, Aud Craggs in death to iddison succeeds)
The bridegroom blithe to meet, The verle, begun to one lost friend, prolong, He in his wedding trim so gay, And weep a fecond in th' unfinish'd long
She in her winding. Naeet These works divine, which on his death-bed laid
Then what were perjur'd Colin's thoughts? To thee, O Craggs. th' expiring sage convey'd,
How were these nuptials kept? Grear, but ili-omen'd, monument of fame,
The bridesmen flock'd round Lucy dead, Nor he surviv'd to give, nor thou to claim.
And all the village wept. Swift after him thy social spirit flies,
Conluron, shame, remorse, despair, And close to his, how foon: thy coffin lies.
At once his bofom swell: Blest pair : whose union future bards shall tell
The damps of death bedew'd his brow,
He shook, he groan'd, he fell.
The varying crimson fied,
She saw her husband dead.
Then to his Lucy's new-made grave,
Convey'd by trembling Twains,
One mould with her, beneath one fod, Or Leinster, fam'd for maideus fair,
For ever he remains. Bright Lucy was the grace;
Oft at bis grave, the constant hind Nor e'er did Liffy's limpid tream
And plighted maid are seen; Reflect so sweet a face :
With garlands gay, and true-love knots, Till luckless love, and pining care,
They deck che sacred green; Impair'd her rofy hue,
But, swain forsworn, whoe'er thou art, Her coral lip, and damask checks,
This hallow'd spot forbear; And eyes of gl fly blue.
Remember Colin's dreadful fate, Oh, have you seen a lily pale,
And fear to meet him there,
TO SIR GODFREY KNELLER,
AT HIS COUNTRY SEAT.
To Whitton's shades, and Hounslow's airy plain, Take heed, ye ealy fair :
Thou, Kneller, cak'a chy summer flights in vain, Of vengeance due to broken vows,
In vain thy with gives all thy rural hours Ye perju. 'd twains, beware.
To the fair villa, and well-order'd bowers; Three times, all in the dead of night,
To coure thy pencil early at thy gates, A beli was beard to ring;
Ambition knocks, and fleeting beauty waits ; Ard shrieking at her window thrice,
The boastful mule, of others fame so sure, The raven Hap'd his wing.
Implores thy aid to make her own secure; Too well the love-lorn maiden knew
The great, the fair, and, if aught nobler be, The folemn. boding found:
Aught more belor'd, the arts solicit thee.