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Had he been pleas'd with glories gain'd before, Trembling, while wand'ring thence, and finds sa Face had not dath'd his hopes in search of more :

rest, Though gold the engine of man's fortune is, 'Till clasp'd and fasteu'd to its darling breaft. The pilot wisdom must dire& the bliss :

So though our thoughts on diff'rent points de) Calm moderation ought to measure choice,

sign, And high-down wishes stoop at reason's voice. Meeting at last we in one centre join, (thine. The sun, which at such distance paints the year, And in the union lose the terms of mine and Would scorch it, Damon, if it came too near.

Philemon. You may, with ease, o'er Shining millions reign, I praise, dear (wain, the use of gold, 'uis true; And never be a slave to flowing gain.

But use includes imrinfic value too ; But he whose birth direQing Atars decree,

Whence but from use does estimation rife? That he shall wear out life in poverty,

And ev'ry thing is worth what ev'ry thing supplia Let him be can in nature's choicest mould, 'Tis true, a diamond cannot keep out cold, And lord of every gift of heav'n but gold; Nor can we eat or drink our heaps of gold; While that alone he wants, to crown the rest, Yet bless'd with either, Damon, we can buy Not all his other charms can make him blett. What neither in their nature can supply. Damon.

And since for wealth the joys of life are fold, Philemon's lines do gold so far outshine, There's an intrinsic value sure in gold. So far more radiant, dazzling, and divine, I hold with Damon gold should be a Nave, That ev’n the praise he gives it serves to how, I treat as fuch the moderate fums I have. What more to wisdom than to wealth we owe And as kind fortune shall increase my store, But oh! 'tis false that gold can give us friends, I'll make a fave of that and ten times more. Flatı'ry and friendship have wide-diff’ring ends : Yet gold possesses every healing pow'r; They who crowd round us while our hopes fook Not love alone falls in a golden show'r. gay,

Gold makes men wise as well as gives 'em rok; Will in the dulk of fortune shrink away.

For who e'er knew a wealthy man a fool ? Timon, the brave! the gen'rous! and the great! Evin in the shades below the rich were bled, Timon, the wise! but wise, alas ! too late ! And born by Charon to the fields of reft. Who dragg'd of wealth's proud dross a mighty load, while the poor beggar, fiv'ring on the shore, And Med his blessings round him like a god! Wanting his penny, found no passage o'et. Timon who heal'd the woes of half mankind! So poverty with shame to death was hurl'd, What cursid returns did wretched Timon find ! And drew down scandal to the other world. Content is bliss, I'll with Philemon hold;

But since, my Damon, whom the muses bless, But that was never purchas'd yet by gold; Affects not gold and bids me love it less, Our affluence bue ferves tâ fpur desire,

I'll listen to his sweet bewitching voice, And dang'rous flights attain's bue tempt us higher. And guide my soul to meet him in his choice. Pöilemon.

Since then, nor you nor I can happy be, Oh! let me triumph in a golden fate!

You with much gold, nor I with poverty, If I am rich I can be wisely great.

Let's bend our search to find fonie freer fate, With nice-ţim'd aids can fainting worth affift, And crown our wishes in the middle ftate. And make ihe wretched happy when I lift: Bue if on fortune's barren strands I lie,

TO A LADY, My fruitiefs pity shall unpiey'd die ! You tell me, Damon, friends are bought and sold, Depring to know what Love was like. And that afiltarce comes and goes with gold. Love is a treacherous heat, a smothering spark, If help in life affords the greatert bliss,

Blown up by children's breath who thun the darki Sure, that which buys that help the greatest com At first, the fire is innocently bright, fort is.

Glows gently gay and scatters warm delight: Damon,

But left neglected and unquench'd too long, All your strong arguments no proof produce, The nourish'd flame grows terrible and frongi of gold's intrinsic value but its use !

Till blazing fierce, it spreads on every fide, Your generous soul your friends would entertain, And burns its kindler with ungrateful pride. And general bliss wiih wide-fpread aids maintain, Call forth dim virtue on the world to fhine !

PLAIN TRUTH. l'is great! 'tis wond'rous great! 'tis all divine ! But ftill, Philemon, this sublime delight,

Choe, you talk with joy of Celia's face, Springs not from gold's access, but from its flight! Admire her wit, and ape her fancy'd grace; You praise the use, yet cannot bear the sight. The praise you give is fure sincere respect, Should yillains aid me feme worse foc to kill, Your practice proves what airs your thoughts ab I'd love the ad, but hate the villain till;

fect. I'd prize á truth sent in the devil's name, But since you know that friendship should be free, But ftill abhor thai devil from whom it came. Give her this hint, and say-it canse fron me. So gold, pernicious in its naturë, may

A face like her's, if manag'd well, might please, By souls like your's be bent a nobler way: But no charm Atrikes that is not arm'd with ease. Tlus, as the needle, by magnetic force

Striving too eagerly, fe ftrives in vain : ence couchd, still to tkc magnet guides its cocife. These študied airs pue beauty to the train :

Would the wound sure and conquer with a grace, | And what's most bright, most gives him to our Tell her, the careless runner wios the race.

view,

I look most near him when I look on you.
CELINDA IN THE SNOW.

GOOD-FRIDAY.
Celinda riding in a snowy day,

The wind-driv'n flakes about her hov'ring flew, Am I awake? or is my soul milled, Some to ber tcmpting bosom made their way,

Through the bold tracks of mem'ry's mazy deep, And melting, chill'd her beauties through and

The empry tealms of mimic sleep, through

Horrors by wild imagination bred,

Skim shadowy, and about me circling spread, Some aiming with less art her clothes beset,

Oh: who can tell the cause of these new fears? And froze to little buttons as they fell;

Whence these loud groans which tortur'd fancy Others, which could not such fair quarters get,

hears? Flew by unbleft and miss'd the shiv'ring belle. Whence this loud thund'ring in my ears? Quite sir'd at last, and freezing as she rode, Why secms the starting sun to hold back day?

Her ivory teeth all chattering in her head; Why does he leap at once out of his fire-pay dway? Was ever such a day? the cry'd, good God:

Aud half-extinguish'd upward fly, If it much longer snows I fall be dead.

To shrowd his beams behind a sabbled lky:[hurlid? Madam, said I, 'tis true, your lovely breast Why cvery way at once are these swift lightnings Is far more us'd to give than suffer pain ;

Trembling nations to amaze, Yet of this accident to make the best,

And terribly adorn with quiv'ring blaze, 'Tis better I should preach than you complain.

The horrors of a shade-benighted world ? All nature's works in some degree alike,

Why breaks yon rising occan o'er the lands? Confess the wisdom of their Maker's will, Disdainful of its old appointed bounds : fands, And bear hid meanings man's dark mind to strike Why does it open far behind its brine-delighed With mystic hints that try comparing skill.

And leaving dry its roomy bed, Thus some with eavy fill'd, envenom'd look, (see; Let loose at once, liigh lilt its frightful head; And gnaw themselves when happier en they and hugely swelling from afar, with earth-assault

To seck forbidden grounds? Some can success in others gladly brook,

ing ruar, Though they, perhaps, steep'd o'er in misery be.

[the kingdoms o'er.

Rise o'er the swallow'd mountain tops, and sweep Others, again, by outward winds unfhouk,

Why does this circle-Spreading earthquake (well, All chancxs but their own indifferent see.

Deep-flowing like a subterraneous tide ? So, my Celinda, 'tis with the sharp snow,

Frighted fancy, canst thou tell, Those feath'ry flakes have each a sev'ral aim; Why this Ilrong foe, alham'd, his face hould hide? The envy-acted see your bofoni glow,

'Tis not sure for want of pride, And rush, malicious, to assault the flame.

He snakes down cities with his mildest shocks; But shock'd to find themselves, when nested there, Plows in the hill he rolls beneath, and harrows up So far exceeded in their boasted white;

the rocks! With melting grief their humbled pride they bear,

Unseen, he dreadful docs appear; And weep themselves to death co fhun the light. The marble-hearted mountains quake for fear :

And as they find the danger drawing near, O:hers, of this whire tribe that see and know, With rev'rence Thun that bliss-warm brealt of And, thouk with agues, cast their snowy pride.

With huge unwieldy terror leap aside, thine, But Itrive t'adorn thy dress with fome new show, The dead themselves, by nature's charter blent,

And froze to glitt'ring gems about thee shine. With promis'd beds of lasting rett, A third fort, unattracted ev'n by thee;

Are from their graves, their dark long homes

thrown up and dispofleft. And cold indeed such (now we ought to call;

See the pale gholts of our forefathers rise ! With dull indiff'rence all thy charms can see,

Horribly serene they glide, And, disregardful, round thee scattering fall.

And fouff, with madowry nostrils, scents of day, Celinda lift'ning, answer'd with a smile,

Which Aed so larely, all at once, away. You poets keep your fancies always warm; See how to earth they bend their beamless eyes, Could but this inward heat the frost beguile, And seem to wander, guideless, every way, We need not stop ac yonder (mukey farm. Unwilling through our hared world to stray,

In search of the forgotten graves where once their TO CELINDA,

bodies lay.

Too conscious foul! I feel it now:
Ir. Excuse for looking on ber at Church.

Well may the stubborn pride of nature bow.
Ir fix'd on your's my eyes in pray'r you see, Well may trembling nations moan,
You must not call my zeal idolatry ;

And mem'ry, fick with confternation, groan. For fince our Maker's chrone is plac'd so high, God, who to man his ev'ry bletting gives, That only in his works the God we spy : From whom, ungrateful, he receiv'd his breach :

That God, by whom alone man lives,

How naked now does royalty appear ! That very God, this day, by man met death. Alas, how vast, how sad a change is here!

Tell me, dumb duit, how wide was thy command? THE DISPARITY,

Where's now the sceptre that once fill'd this hand? TROM A HINT OY SIR HENRY WOTTON. Where are those brawny guards which aw'd thy

ftate? Ye sarry sparks, on which, by night, we gaze,

Where the gay crowds which once were proad to That meanly satisfy our distant eyes,

Can narrow limits, dark like these, contain More by your number than your blaze,

The chang'd extent of thy contracted reign? Ye comnion people of the skies :

Canst thou, at whose least frown a pation book, What are ye when the fun shall rise ?

And, trembling, watch'd the light'oings of the Ye warbling tangers of the groves,

look : That sweetly strain your little throats :

Canst thou, at last grown humble, be content And, perch'd on boughs, to sing your loves, To let bold search profane thy monument? Charm the still forest with your notes;

And common men, grown rude and wanton tie, Who will admire your tuneful lays,

Thus poise your dusty bones, and wonder as die When Philomel her voice shall raise ?

view.
Ye violets that in early spring appear,
And, cloth'd in purple, wait upon the fun,

MAY-DAY.
Adorning earth's damp face, with blooming cheer,
And making ev'ry verdant bank your own,

Welcome, dear dawn of summer's rising fway, What are ye when the rose is blown?

Fair fav’rite of the year ! soul-soft'ning May

Late I have learnt, by love's sweet queen inte So, when my charmer shall be seen,

Why, from my youth, this day my bosom ford; Gaz'd on, and wonder'd at by all,

'Twas for her birth thae blooming nature ipas Bcauty must own her rightful queen,

'Twas in her notes the sky's soft rangers fung And ev'ry fair usurpress fall :

The breeze blew soft, to ligh her soul's free For she was fure by heav'n design'd,

frame, Th' eclipse and glory of her kind.

And the boughs bent in homage to her name.

Thick shot the meads, to paint her fruitful mir BELINDA'S GRAVE.

And flow'rs, that rolld her breath, corich'd the Here, woe-mark'd spot ! once dear Belinda lay;

wind; Here her cold bosom mix'd with colder clay;

For her the sun wak'd out to bless our ille, And here, despairing and afflicted I

And lighted up half heav'n to paint her (mile. Flanted this tree, which now makes haste to die : Oh! we are lovers all! our Celia reigns, While this lor'd cypress a sad shelter made, And the warm'd world is lick with my sweet Oft would I lose myself beneath its shade;

pains. Guide, with a painful pleasure, cach dear fhoot, And water with my tears the rich-fed root.

MOSES'S SONG OF THANKSGIVING, Sigh through the boughs, like some moist April On the overthrow of Pharaob in the Red Sa,

breeze, And the grasp'd trunk in am'rous rapture fqueeze.

FROM EXODUS, CHAP. XV.
And when some warbling fongster, nested there,

The firf Part only.
Belinda's voice, methought, shook soft the air !
The murm'ring branches

, bending from the wind, Temples and altars let us raise, Breath'd a cool comfort o'er my love-shook mind.

Ours, and our father's God, provokes our praile Thus, seven long years, I learnt to hear and see

God is our strength, God is our theme: My loft Belinda, in her funeral tree.

Where is Egypt's fall’n esteem? But, mad at last, and all impatient grown,

Pharaoh wakes from his proud dream; To make my fruitless passion ftill more known ;

Wakes to feel a warrior's hand. Fatally fond, I put a cruel mark,

Lord of a pow'r more vaft than his, that takes And carv'd my name upon the thrinking bark.

his wond'ring land! Wretch that I was! the tree, from that curs'd day, Vainly the following foes our God defy'd, In sad resentment, pin'd itself away!

Their rapid wheels in vain tore up the Arand; And that new life, which dead Belinda gave,

In vain they mock'd the waving wand; Wither'd with pain, crept downward to her grave.

Not all their noise could the loud sea witbland;

The wat'ry world flow'd fearless o'er their prace THE ROYAL SEPULCHRE.

A drowning army beat th' involving tide.

On wave-wash'd chariots, half sustain'd, the trees Is this the boastful pride of mortal sate?

bling captains ride. Is it for this we covet to be great ?

Up-lifted hoofs paw'd loose the liquid way, What thort-liv'd bliss from envy'd grandeur and round 'em, black’ning through the foam, & springs,

floating legions lay. When there poor relics once were mighty kings! Down, down, th’ungrounded footsteps go ; O frail uncertainty of earthly pow'r!

Strain'd to feel for fands below, Where graves can majelty itself devour:

Sands where wat'ry mountains flow!

Sinking, like rocks, they clog the deep with prey, Mountains of Gilboa! may ye drink no dew; High-cov’ring rose the briny flood, and swepe their | Let rain's mourn'd want turn red the verdant hue; rage away.

Let your vines wither, and your olives die, Saving God! thy hand was here :

And your parch'd fields no grainy wealth supply: Thou proteding, who can tear?,

For there, abandon'd Saul, brave monarch, bled, Threat'ning aloud, the thund'ring legion's rose,

As if no awful oil had hemm'd his head. And at thy chosen shook th'extended spear : Never in vain drew Jonathan his bow; Behind, amaz'd, we saw th'o'ertaking foes, Never Saul's sword fell frustrate on a foe: Hearts anticipating blows.

Lovely and loving, onė dear life they led,
But while thy blast, o base despair ! blew keen, Nor parted dying, but together bled.
Safely from heav'n Mhot down between!

Swifter than eagles, to the fight they flew,
Dreadful, in wrath, thy lifted arm but shone, Stronger than lions, they could foes pursue.
And all th' unnumber'd thousands melt away :
O'er stubbly fielis, so wind-driv'n fire rolls on,

Daughters of Israel ! weep the loss of Saul: And sweeps the blazing breadth with crackly sway. Peaceful, beneath his warlike shade, you sinil d;

In scarlet and in gold he cloth'd you all : Th’Almighty's voice but spoke a loud cominand, And triumph'd, by their toil, whose hosts he spoil d. And Itrait th’unlinking surges backward rise. High climbing waves in quiv'ring mountains stand,

Thee, Jonathan, my brother! thee 1 mourn ; And hang their billowy horrors in the skies.

With grief still growing must thy loss be bornd. lo murm'ring cleft th' obedient deep yawns wide, Soft and delightful partner of my soul : And shad'wy glooms lour dark from either side.

Two halfs divided made us one dear whole.
Down through the horrid vale’s moist concave led, Vaft was thy love, and wonderful to me;
Safe and dry bold Israel tread;

And never woman lov'd as I lov'd thee.
Gay, 'twixt terrors, round her spread,
Her cearful eye now smil'd once more and hailid

TO A LADY,
her guardian God.
Hark! aloft the wond'ring foe!

ON CALLING ME JEALOUS.
Look! they cry'd, all pointing low,
Shall the cowards 'scape us so;

He whole whole treasure one dear vefsel bears, 'Twixt the dividing waves they go!

Through seas on which destructive pirates Their forc'rer cleaves the sea with magic skill:

swarm, Halte, prevent, o'ertake and kill.

Must be excus'd a thousand fears and cares, They hear, they march-they dare the mad com And bend his soul to ev'ry trong alarm. mand;

Ill do they love, and feel chee at their heart,
The shouting squares invade the cover'd strand; Who scem unmov'd, while others hope thee
Chariots, impell d on fiery wheels, gore wide th' in. theirs ;
cumber'd sand.

My kindling bosom burns with open smart,
Mix'd horse and foot, in bann'ry pomp descend;
See, from each horn th' inclining length'ners bend; Nice as thy own, and all refin'd as thine,

For my proud soul her unveil'd meaning wears.
Lonje flides the weeping oose to thun their weight,
And the deep murm'ring mourns th' unusual state. But, shrinking from neglea, in fad decline,

My tow'ring pallion climbs with gen'rous flame; Hark! the bursting thunder speaks!

Burns downward, and forgoes a frustrate aim. Waves your wat ry ranks disband:

Tender as infant fighs, in flumb’ring ease, Oh! behold how vain, how weak

My soft'ning foul admits and owns thy sway: Strength that dares its God withstand !

"Tis my life's sweetest care thy taste to please, Dowo at once from either hand,

And in thy fun thine melt my griefs away. Hoarse sounding hills, o'er hills let loose, devour the vanilh'd sand!

Woes are too weak to wound me through thy Helpless, ingulf'd, th' immerging squadrons roll: (miles; Pharaoh, proud-finking, drinks down brine that The pole's fix'd frost were warm as heav'n to chills his fiery soul.

I tread down malice through her mazy wiles, Mix'd on th' involving furge, a-while they lirive, And triumph over all things charming thee. Then, like sunk plumbers, to the bottom dive. What talk fo dang'rous, or what toil so valt, Of all the gods, no god like ours is found !

Would not thy love inspire me to defy : Join heav'n and earth, applause like his let men Soul'd with immortal fire my fame must last, and angels sound.

And I should conquer worlds beneath thy eye. DAVID'S ELEGY

Othat my truggling thoughts which heave within,

Could borrow but a voice and speak my soul; For the Death of Saul and Jonatban. Then would this heart thy grateful paflions win, 2 KINGS, CHAP, .

Till-oh, vast empire! I should claim the whole. O ISRAEL! how does all thy beauty sade ! Yet as it is indulge my trembling fear, How are the mighty fall'n, the firong betray'd! And give thy lover's counsel leave to speak: Ne'er may this woe in Gach's full freets be told; Fools are all false, nor long can hold thee dear, Nerer let Alcalon our face unfold.

For foon shey find whateer they know to fecle,

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(me;

Boastful, ungeneroas, vain, and grossly mean Gone though she is, she left her soul behind,

On all thy charms they only feed their sense ; In four dear tranfcripts of her copy'd mind. Thou art by them but as mere woman seen, They chain me down to life, new talk fupply,

Blind to thy heav'n of inward excellence. And leave me not at leisure yet to die ! Sudden the wretches' (moky flames expire;

Bufied for them I yet forego release,

And teach my wearied heart to wait for peace. Such carthy fuel must of course decay; But I, while adoration lifts desire,

But when their day breaks broad, I welcome Rigte

, Light up a love that ne'er can burn away.

Smile at discharge from care, and shut out light

. ALONE IN AN INN AT SOUTHAMPTON.

THE SHIPWRECK.
April 25. 1737.

'Twas on the day whose unaufpicious fate, Twenty loft years have stol'n their hours away, With dismal news alarm'd Britannia's Itate; Since in this inn, ev’n in this room, I lay :

And in our admisal's shipwreck let us see, How chang'd! what then, rapture, fire, and air, That courage cannot Item mortality! Seems now fad filence all and blank despair! The sea's grim sov'reign in a calmer place, Is ic that youth paints every view too bright, Unbent the wrinkly terrors of his face : And, life advancing, fancy fades her light? Where, stretch'd at ease, the wanton menarch Ah, no!-nor yet is day so far declin'd,

And, hemm'd with nercids, laugh'd the bou Nor can time's creeping coldness reach the mind.

away ; "Tis that I miss th' inspirer of that youth; Soft knots of unform'd coral swellid his bed, Her, whose soft smile was love, whose foul was And oozy samphire crowa'd his bushy heal. truth.

A watchful guard the best arm'd files keep, Her, from whose pain I never wilh'd relief, And wind-rock'd billows lull'd their lord to ko And for whose pleasure I could smile at grief. While thus he lay, thick-gathering fhouts we? Prospects that view'd with her inspir'd before,

heard Now seen without her can delight no more. From ev'ry part the scaly nation steerd; Death snatch'd my joys, by cutting off her Mare, With sudden force the swelling sea ran high, But left her griefs to multiply my care.

And moving mountains fwept the darken'd ky. Pensive and cold this room in each chang'd part Ditt urb’d, the monarch rais'd his wond'ring beats I view, and, flock'd from ev'ry object, start : [day, And started, doubtful, from his briny bed: There hung the watch, that beating hours from Angry, his awful trident thrice he shook, Told its sweet owner's leffening life away. And swift poffeffion of his chariot took: There her dear diamond taught the fash my name; Fix'd in the stately feat, he drives, he rares! 'Tis gone! frail image of love, life, and fame. The frighted steeds divide the foamy waves;

That glass, she dress d at, keeps her form no more ; And plunging fiercely through retorted tides, Not one dear footstep tunes th' unconscimus floor, Dash the drops both ways from their panting édes There fat she-yet those chairs no sense retain, Soon he arrivd, where thoals on fhoals amare

, And busy recollection {marts in vain.

In gath'ring (warm, as on some wonder, gaz'd: Sullen and dim, whať faded scenes are here ! Triumphant tumult spoke unusual joys, I wonder, and retract a starting tear,

And growing numbers fwell'd the favage poife Gaze in attentive doubt--with anguish (well, The god advanc'd; and, as he nearer drew, And o'er and o'er on cach weigh'd objed dwell. The shooting fishes fled his awful view ! Then to the window rush, gay views invite, He came; and curious what the cause could be And tempe idea to permit delight.

That had at once alarm'd th' affembled fea! But unin.preslive, all in forrow drown'd,

He saw-and, starting back, declin'd his head, One void forgetful desert glooms around.

The well-known Clou'lly, Britain's admiral, Oh life: deceitful lure of loft defires !

dead! How shoce thy periud, yet how fierce thy fires ! Stretch'd on the fands, the wave-fwoln warrior las Scarce can a paflion start (we change so faft), Lo death's wide jaws an unexpected prey ! Ere new lights ftrike us, and the old are past, Swift be descends, o'erjoy'd at what he found, Schemes following schemes, so long life's tatte ex And rais'd the body from th' unwilling ground; plore,

Invok'd the soul to re-inform his breat : That e'er we learn to live, we live no more. The late ejected spirit, greatly blest, Who then can think-yet figh, to part with breath? Return'd, and joyful its own seat poffefs'd; Or fhun the healing hand of friendly death? The waking hero felt a strange surprise, Guilt, penitence, and wrongs, and pain, and Irife, And starting, open'd wide his sea-wafh'd eyes : Form the whole heap'd amuunt, chou flatterer, Look'd round, with curious horror all amaz’d, life!

While thus the god bespoke him as he gaz'd. Is it for this, that tofsid 'twixt hope and fear, Illustrious rival of my wat’ry throne! Peace, by new thipwrecks, numbers each new year! Welcome to regions more than half your own. Oh take me, death! indulge detir d repore, Long have my feas been practis'd to your fway; And draw thy silent curiain sound my woes. Scarce would my doubtful Naves my laws obey,

Yet hold--one tender pang revokes that pray's, Unknowing, till surpris'd, they saw you dic, Still there remains one claim to tux my care. Who was molt god of oceans, you or 1!

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