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To whom the Pylian : Think not, mighty king, To wake the peers? unweary'd man, to bear Jove ratifies vain Hector's haughty views; At once the double load of enils, and years ! A sudden, sad reverse of mighty woes

'Tis true, he cry'd, niy subjects and my soos Waits that audacious victor, when in arms Might ease a fire and king : but rest's a crime Dreadful Achilles shines. But now thy steps When on the edge of fate our country stands : Nestor attends : Be it our care to wake

Ere yet a few hours more have run their course, Sage Ithacus, and Diomed the brave,

Important Space! Greece triumphs,or Greccsfalls: Meges the bold, and in the race renown'd

But, since an old man's care thy pity moves, Oilean Ajax = To the ships that guard

Halte, generous youth, with speed to council call Outmost the camp, some other speed his way Méges the brave, and in the race renown'd To raise stern Ajax and the Cretan king.

Oilean Ajax.-Strait the chief obey'd, But love, nor reverence to the mighty name

Strait o'er his shoulders Aung the sha'gy spoil Of Menelaus, nor thy wrath, O king,

Of a huge tawny lion; with dire groce shall nop my free rebuke : Sleep is a crime Down to his feet they hung : fierce in his hand When Agamemnon wakes ; on him it lies He grasp'd a glittering spear, and join' the guards. To share thy martial toils, to court the peers Wakeful in arms they fat, a faithfui hand, To act the men : this hour claims all our cares. As watchful dog; protect the fleecy train, Reserve, rejoins the king, for fucure hours

Then the stern lion, furious for his prey, hy generous anger : Seems the royal youth Rushes through crashing woods, and on the fuld Cemiss? 'is not through indolence of soul, Springs from some mountain's brow, while mingBut deference to our power; for our commands

led cries te wairs, and follows when we lead the way. of men and hounds alarm; to every found Chis night disdaining rest, his feps he bent Faithful they turn : so through the gloom of night 'o our pavilion : now the illustrious peers, They cast their view, and caught each noise of Troy. Pais'd at his call, a chofen fynod stand

Now met th’illustrious fynod; down they face, Before the gates : halte, Neftor, harte away. [hands Down on a spot of ground unstain'd with blood

To whom the fage well pleas'd : In such brave Where vengeful Hector from the Naughter stay'd No Greek will envy power : with loyal joy His murderous arm, when the dark veil of night ubjects obey, when men of worth command. Sabled the pole : To whom thus Nestor spoke : He added not, but o'er his manly breast

Lives there a fun of fame so nohly brave, lung a rich robe · beneath his royal feet

That Troy-ward dares to trace the dangerous way, Che glittering landais hone: a soft, large velt, To seize fome Itruggling foe? or Icarn what Troy Florid with purple wool, his aged limbs

Now meditates? to pour the flood of war Graceful adorn di tipt with a star of brass Fierce on our fleet, or back within her walls A ponderous lance he graspd, and strode away Lead her proud legions? Oh! what fame would To wake fage Ithacus. Aloud his voice He rais'd: his voice was heard and from his tent The hero thus triumphant, prais d o'er earth Intant Ulyffes sprung; and why, he cry'd, Above the fons of men! And what rewards Why thus abroad in the chill hours of night?

Should he receive! From every grateful peer What new diftress invades? - Forgive my cares, A sable ewe, and lamb, of highest worth Reply'd the hoary sage ; for Greece I wake, Memorial ; to a brave, heroic heart Greece and her danvers bring me to thy tent : The nublei prize! and at the focial feart Sut haste, our wakeful peers in council meet ; Amongst the great, be his the seat of fame. This, this one night determines flight or war. Abafh'd they sate, and ev'n the brave knew fcar.

Swift at the word he seiz'd his ample Mield, Not so T'ydides: unappallid he rose, And firode along; and now they bend their way And nobly spoke! My soul! Oh! reverend sige, so wake the brave Tydides: him they found Fires at the bold defin; through yon black holt itretch'd on the earth, array'd in shining arms, Venturous I bend my way; but, if his aid And round, his brave companions of the war : Some warrior lend, my courage might arise Their fhields sulain d their heads; erect their spears To nobler heights: the wise by mutual aid shot through th' illumin d air a streaming ray, Instruct the wise, and brave men fire the brave. Keer as Jove's lightning wing'd athwart the skies. Fierce at the word upstarted from the grou::d Thus flepe the chief: beneath him on the ground The stern Ajaces, fierce bold Merion rose, A savage bull's black hide was rollid; his head And Thrasymedes, sons of war: nor sale A Splendid carpet bore. The Humbering king The Royal Spartan, nor great Nestor's heir, The Pylian gently with these words awakes : Nor greater Ithacus; his manly heart Rife, son of Tydeus! ill, a whole night's rest Swell’d at the view of fame

- Elate with joy Buits with the brave! and deep'st thou, while Atrides saw; and oh! thou best of friends, proud Troy

Brave Dioned, he cries, of all the peers Hangs o'er our tenes, and from yon joining hill Choose thou the valianteft : when merit pleads, Prepares her war? Awake, my friend, a wake : Titles no deference claim; high birth and state

Sudden the chief awoke, and mildly gave To valour yield, and worth is more than power. This soft reply : Oh! cruel to thy age, [cease Thus, fearing for his brother, spoke the king, Thou good old man! ne'er wilt chou, wilt thou Not long! for Diomed dispels his fears. To burtkien age with carcs ? Has Greece no youths, Since free my choice, can I forget a friend,


The man, for wisdoni's various arts renown'd; Behind a hill of lain: onward the spy
The man, whose dauntless soul no toils dismay, Inceffant mov’d: he pass'd, and now arose
Ulysses, lov'd by Pallas ! through his aid, The fierce pursuers. Dolon heard the found
Though thousand fires oppose, a thousand fires Of trampling feet, and panting, listening food;
Oppose in vain; his wisdom points the way. Now reach'd the chiefs within a javelin's throw,

Nor praise, nor blame, the hero strait replies ; Stern foes of Dolon! swift along the fores
You weak to Greeks, and they Ulysses know : He wing'd his flight, and swift along the shores
But lute; swift roll the hours of night, the morn They still pursued : as when two fkillful hounds
Already haftens to display her beams,

Chase o'er the lawn the hars or bouoding roc, And in the vault of heaven the stars decay. [limbs Still from the sheltering brake the game they tara,

Swift at the word they fheathe their manly Stretch every nerve, and bear upon the prey Horrid in arms : a two-edg'd sword and shield So ran the chiefs, and from the host of Tray Neftor's bold son to stern Tydides gave;

Turn'd the swift foe : now nigh the fleet they is, A tough bull's hide his ample helmet form'd, Now almost mingled with the guards ; when is. No cone adornd it, and no plumy crest

The martial goddess breath'd heroic flames Wav'd in the air ; a quiver and a bow,

Fierce on Tydides' soul : the hero fear'd And a huge faulchion, great Ulysses bears, Left fome bold Greek should interpose a wound, The gift of Merion : on his head an helm And ravish half the glories of the night. Of leather nodded, firm within, and bound Furious he shook his lance, and stand he cry'd, With many a:horg; without, in dreadful rows Stand, or thou dy'st: then sternly from his ara The snowy tusks of a huge lavage boar

Launch'd the wild spear ; willful the javelin er Grinn'd horrible. Thus arm'd, away they stalk But whịzzing o'er his shoulder, deep in earth Undaunted : o'er their heads the martial maid Scood quivering; and he quaking stopp'd ag 31 Sends on the right an her'n ; the ambient gloom His teeth all chatter'd, and his flack knees kaacha Conceals him from the view, but loud in air He seem'd the bloodless image of pale fear. They hear the clangor of his sounding wings. Panting the spy they seize; who thus with tori Joyful the prosperous sign Olyfies haild,

Abjec entreats : Spare me, oh! spare, he cries And thus to Pallas: Ohspring of dread Jove, My hoary fire your mercy Mall repay, Who hurls the burning bolts! O guardian power, Soon as he hears I draw the vital air, Present in all niy toils, who view't my way With ample wealth, with steel, with brass, Wherc'er I nove, now thy celestial aid,

To whom Ulysses artfully: Be bold: Now, goddess, lend! may deeds this night adorn, Far hence the thought of death! but inftan: bas Deeds that all Troy may wečp; may we return

Why thus alone in the fill hours of night In safety by thy guidance, heavenly maid ! While every eye is clos'd ? to spoil the Asia

Tydides caught the word; and oh! he cries, Com'it thou rapacious ? or some nighdy ipi Virgin armipotcnt, now grani tiy aid,

By Hector sent? or has thy venturous mind As to my fire! he by the gnify flood

Impell’d thee to explore our martial bands! Of deep /Lfopus lost th' embattled bands

By Hector sent, and by rewards uodone, Of Griece in arnis, and to imperial Thebes Returns the spy (itill as he spoke he lock), Bore terms of peace; but as from haughty Thebes I come unwilling: the refulgent car Alone he journey i, decds, heroic deeds,

He promis'd, and immortal steeds that bear His arm atchiev'd, for Tydeus was thy care : To nghe, the great Achilles : thus betray'da

Thusguard his offspring, on! flern queen of arms; | Through the dun shades of oight I bend say 7 So shallan heifer on thy altars bleed,

Unprosperous, to explore the tented hoft Young and untam'd; to thee her blood l pour, of adverse Greece, and learn if now they ftand And point her lunar heros with burnih'd gold. Wakesal on guard, or vanquish'd by our arms Thus pray the chiess, and Palias hears their Precipitant desert the shores of Troy. prayer;

To whom with smiles of scorn the fage rete Then, like two lions through the shades of night, Bold were thy aims, O youth! but those sa Dauntless they stride along; and hold their way

steeds, Through biood, and mangled limbs, o’er arms and Restive, disdain the use of vulgar hands; * Nor pass they far, e'er the fagacious eye (dcath. Scarce ev’n the goddess-born, when the load do Of Ithacus difcerns a distant foc

Of battle roars, subdues them to the rein Coasting from Troy, and thus to Diomed : Reluctant: but this night where Hector ileep

Sce! o'er the plain fome Trojan bends this way, Faithful disclosc : where stand the warrior's RePerhaps to spoil the Rain: or to our host

Where lie his arms and implements of war? Comes he a spy? beyond us o'er the field

What guards are kept no&urnal? say, wha:T: 'Tis beft he pass, then sudden from behind Now meditates ? to pour the ride of bgtat Rush we precipitant : but if in flight

Fierce on our fleet, or back within her wails His active fiet prevail, thy spear employ Transfer the war _To these demands

, he cris! To forçe bin on our lines, let hid in shades, Faithful my tongue shall speak : the peers of it Through the duik air he re-escape to Troy. (lay Hector in council meets : round Ilus' com Then couching to the ground, ambuth'd they Apart from noise they land: no guards ferrer

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Blaze frequent, Trojans wake to guard their Troy; Invade the soldiery: he spoke, and now
Secure th' auxiliars sleep, no tender cares

The queen of arms inflam'd Tydides' foul
Of wife or son disturb their calm repose,

With all her martial fires : his reeking blade Safe deep their wives and fons on foreign Mores. On every fide dealt fate; low, hollow groans

But say, apart encamp th' auxiliar bands, Murmur'd around, blood o'er the crimson field Replies the sage, or join the powers of Troy? Wellid from the flain : as in his nigh:ly haunts

Along the sea-beat fhores, returns the fpy, The furly lion ruthes on the fold
The Leleges and Carians tretch their files; Of fheep, or goa:, and rends th' unguarded prey;
Vear these the Caucons, apd Pelasgian train, So he the Thracian bands : twelve by his sword
And Pæons, dreadful with the battle-bow, Lay breathless on the ground: behind him stood
Extended lie; on the Thymbræan plain

Sage Ithacus, and, as the warrior slew, l'he Lycians and the Myfans in array

Swift he remov'd the flain, left the fierce steeds, pread their deep ranks: there the Mzonian bands, Not ye: inur'd to blood, fiould trembling start, Ind Phrygians, sange the fiery steeds of war. impatient of the dead : now o'er the king But why this nice inquiry? if your way

He whirls his wrathful blade, now furious gores 'enturous you bend to search the host of Troy, His heaving chelt: he wak'd not; but a dream here in yon outmost lines, a recent aid,

By Pallas sent, rose in bis anxious thoughts; 'he Thracians lie, by Rhesus led, whose steeds A visionary warrior frowning stood 'utshine the snow, outfy the winged winds, Fast by his head, and his aarial sword lith glitcering filver plates, and radiant gold Piung'd through his lab’ring brcaft: mean while lis chariot flames; gold forms his dazzling arms, the steeds .rms that may grace a God !--but to your tents The fage unbinds, and infant with his bow nhappy me convey; or bound with chains,

Drives through the sleeping ranks: then to his aft bound with cruel chains, lad on the shores

friend ere leave me captive, till you safe return, Gave signals of retreat; but nobler deeds nd witness to the truth my tongue unfolds. He meditates, to drag the radiant car, To whom ftern-frowning Diomed replies : Or lift it through the threefold ranks, up-borne hough every syllable be stamp'd with truih, High on his shoulders, or with slaughter stain olon, thou dy'lt: would it thou once more re Th' enfanguin field; when, lo! the inartial

maid arkling a spy, or wage, a nobler foe, (more | Down rushes from the battlements of heaven, ew war on Greece? traitor, thou dy'l; nor And sudden cries, return, brave chief, return, ew war thou wageft, nor return't a spy. Lest from the skies some guardian power of Troy He spoke terrific : and as Dolon rais'd

Wrathful dcfcend, and rouse the hostile bands. Ippliant his humble hands, the trenchant blade

Thus speaks the warrior queen: the heavenly neer through his neck descends; the fusious blow

voice leaves the tough nerves in cwain ; down drops Tydides owns, and mounts the fiery steeds, the head,

Obfervant of the high command; the bow nd mutters unintelligible sounds.

Sage Ithacus apply'd, and tow'rd che tants rait they despoil the dead: the wolf's gray hide Scourg'd the proud steeds, the stecds flew o'er the hey seize the helm, the spear, and battle-bow :

plain. nese, as they dropp'd with gore, on high in air lyfles rais'd, and to the martial maid

A PASTORAL, aus lowly consecrates : ftern power of war,

To a 1*oung Lady, upon her leaving, and returæ lo tbe rgin armipotent, receive these arms,

Country. opitious to my vows, thee, goddess, thee hiefly I call : direct our prosperous way

Damsa. ? pierce the Thracian tents, to seize the steeds SAY, wbile each scene lo bautiful appeare,

Rhesus, and the car that fames with gold. Why heuves thy bolom, and why flow thiy tears? Then ficrce o'er broken arms, through itreams See! from the clouds the spring deicends in thowers, of blood

The painted vallies laugh wiin nung flowers: ney move along : now reach the Thracian bands Smooth flow the floods, loft breaci.c thc vernal Thulh'd in sleep profound; their shining arms

airs; ing'd in three ranks along the plain, around The spring, flowers, floods, conspire to charm our amin'd the dun air: chariot aad horse every Thracian food : Rhesus their king

Florus. pt in the centre of the circling bands,

But vain the pleasure which the reason yields, nd his proud steeds were rein'd behind his car. The laughing vallics, or the painted fields. ith joy Ulysses through the gloem decry'd No more, ye floods, in filver mazes fow; je sleeping king; and lo! lic cries, the iteeds, Smiie not, ye fiowers; no more fort breezes blow : ! Diomed, che chief of Thrace, this night Far, Damon, far fron these anhappy groves, Escrib'd by Dolon: now, oh! now, thy itrength | The cruel, lovely Rosalinda roves. auntless exert! loofc thou the furious feeds;

Damon, · while the steeds I loose, with flaughtering Ah! now I know why late the opening buds hands

Clos'u up their gems, and Gicken'd in the woods;


Why droop'd the lily in her snowy pride; Each Aowery mead, and every tree fhall bod, And why the rose withdrew her sweets, and dy'd: And fuller honours clothe the youthful wood. For chee, fair Rosalind, the opening buds

Florus Clos d up their gems, and ficken'd in the woods; Yet ah ! forbear to urge thy homeward way, For thee the lily thed her snowy pride;

While sultry suns infelt the glowing day: For thee the role withdrew her tweets, and dy'd. The sultry suns thy beauties may impair! Florus

Yet hafte away! for thou art now too fair. See! where yon vine in soft embraces weaves

Damon Her wanton ringlets with the myrtle's leaves; Hark! from yon bower what airs foft-warbled There tun'd sweet Philomel her (prightly lay,

play Both to the rifing and the falling day :

My soul takes wing to meet th' enchanting lay: But fince fair Rosalind forsook the plain,

Silence, ye nightingales ! attend the voice! Sweet Philoniel no more renewher strains; While thus it warbles, all your songs are noise. With sorrow dunib, she difregards her lay,

Florus. Nos greets the rising nor the falling day.

See, from the bower a form majestic moves, Damon.

And smoothly gliding thines along the grores! Say, O ye winds, that range the distant skics, Say, comes a goddess from the golden spheres! Now swellid to tempefts by my rising lighs; A goudels comes, or Rosalind appears! Say, while my Rosalind deserts these shores,

Damon. How Damon dies for whom his foul adores. Shine forth, thou sun, brighe ruler of the day; Florus.

And where the treads, ye flowers, adorn the way Ye murmuring fountains, and ye wandering floods, Rejoice, ye groves; my heart, dismiss thy cares That visit various lands through various roads; My goddess comes, my Rosalind appears: Say, when ye find where Rosalind resides, Say, how my tears increase your swelling tides, Daman.

POVERTY AND POETRY, Tell me, I charge you, O ye fylvan swains !

'Twas sung of old how one Amphion Who range the mazy grove, or flowery plains,

Cuid by his verses tame a lion, Befide what fountain, in what breezy bower,

And by his strange enchanting tones, Peclines my charmer in the noon-tide hour!

Make bcars wir wolves dance ridagoons : Florus

His songs could call the timber down,
Soft, I adjure you, by the kipping fawns,

And form it into house or town;
By the fleet roes, that bound along the lawns;
Soft tread, ye virgin daughters of the grove,

But it is plain that in these tines

No houfe is rais'd by poets' rhymes;
Nor with your dauces wake my sleeping love?

They for themselves can only rear

A few wild castles in the air;
Return, O virgin! and if proud disdain

Poor are the brethren of the bays, Arm thy fierce foul, return, enjoy my pain;

Down from high frains, to ckes and ayes If pleas d chou view'l a faithful lover's cares,

The muses too are virgins yet,
Thick rise, ye sighs; in fluods descend, ye tears!

And may be--till they portions get.

Yet ftill the doaring rhymer dreams, Return, o virgin! while in verdant meads

And sings of Helicon's bright ftreams; By springs we sport, or dream on flowery beds;

Bit Helicon, for all his clatter, She wcary wanders through the defert way,

Yields only uninspiring water;
The foud of wolves, or hungry lion s prey.

Yet ev’n athirst he sweetly sings

Of nedar and Elysian springs.
Ah! shield her, heaven! your rage, ye


What dire malignant planet sheds, forbear

Ye bards, his influence on your heads! Those are not limbs for savages to tear! Adieu, ye meads! with her through wilds I go

Lawyers by endless controversies,

Confume unthinking clients' purses, O'er burning fands, or everlasting inow;

As Pharoah's kine, which ftrange and odd is With her I wander through the desert way, The food of wolves, or hungry lions' prey.

Devour'd the plump and well-fed bodies.

The grave physician who by phyfic,

Like death, dispatches him that is fick, Come, Rosalind, before the wintery clouds

Pursues a sure and thriving trade; Frown o'er th' aërial vault, and rush in floods;

Though patients die, the doctor's paid : Ere raging storms howl o'er the frozen plains;

Licens'd to kill, he gains a pałace,
Thy charms may suffer by the storms or rains.

For what another mounts the gallows.
Come, Rosalind, o come! then infant flowers

In shady groves the muses stray,
Shall bloom and smile, and form their eharms by an idle crew! whose only trade is

And love in Aowery meads to play; yours:

To shine in trifles, like our ladies; By you the lily shall her white compose;

In dressing, dancing, toying, finging, Your oluth shall add new blushes to the rose;

While wiler Pallas thrives by Spannung:

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But adds for every gracé relign'd,
A thousand to adorn her mind.
Youth was her too infiaming time;
This her more habitable clinie :
How must she then each heart engage;
Who blooms like youth, is wife like age 1
Thus the rich orange-crees produce
At once both ornanient and ufe :
Here opening blottoms we behold,
There fragrant orbs of ripen'd gold.

This they gain nothing to bequeath
Their votaries, but a laurel wreath.

Bat love rewards the bard! the fair
Attend his song, and ease his care:
Alas! fond youth, your plea you urge fo ill
Without a jointure, though a Virgil:
Could you like Phæbus ling, in vain
You nobiy swell the lofty itrain ;
Coy Daphne flies, and you will find as
Iard hearts as hers in your Belinda's.

But then some say you purchase fame, ind gain that envy'd prize, a name; Great recompence! like his who fells i diamond for beads and bells. Vill fame be thought sufficient bail o keep the poet from the jail? Thus the brave soldier in the wars, els empty praise and aching scars; paid with fame and wooden legs; nd starv'd, the glorious vagrant bego.

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Being three Years old March 22. 1710-11. AWAKE, sweet babe! the sun's emerging ray, That gave you birth, renews the happy day! Calmiy lerene, and glorious to the view, He marches forth, and strives to look like you. Fair beauty's bud! when time hall stretch chý

span Confirm thy charms, and ripen thee to man, What plenteous fruits thy bloslonis shall produced And yield not barren ornament, but use! Ev'n now thy spring a rich increase prepares To crown thy riper growth and manly years,

Thus in the kernel's intricate disguise, In miniature a little orchard lies; The fibrous labyrinth, by just degrees Stretch their swoll'n cells, replete with future trees; By time ev.lv'd, the spreading branches rise, Yield their rich fruits, and thoot into the ikics.

O lovely babe, wbat lustre shall adorn Thy noon of beauty, when fo brighe thy morn : Shine forth advancing with a brighter ray, And may no vice o'ercloud thy future day!


is a pleasing, direful sight! conce you charm us and affright!

heaven destroying ange's' arms 'ith terror, dreadful in their charms ! Such, such was Cleopatra's air, ovely, but formidably fair, then the griev'd world impoverisi'd loft, y the dire afp, its noblest boast.

Aw'd by your guardian's dangerous power, -t distance trembling we adore; t distance, once again behold serpent guard the blooming gold. Well pleas'd and harmless, lo : he lies, asks in the sunshine of your eyes ; ow twists his fpires, and now unfarls he gay coufusion of his curls. Oh! happy on your breast to lie, * that bright * star that gilds the sky, 'ho ceasing in the spheres to shine, Could for your breast his heaven relign. Yet, oh! fair virgin, caution take, it some bold cheat assume the snake. 'hen Jove comprest the † Grecian dame, loof he threw the light'ning's fame; n radiant spires the lover rode, nd in the snake conceal’d the god.

TO A LADY OF THIRTY. o more let youth in beauty boalt,

-n at thirty reigns a toast; nd like the sun as he declines, Iore mildly, but more sweetly shines. he hand of time alone difarms er face of its superfluous charms ;

Wuy, lovely babe, does slumber feal your cyes? See, fair durora blushes in the íkies ! The sun, which gave you birth, in bright array Begins his course, and ushers in the day. Calmly serene, and glorious to the view, He marches forth, and strives to look like you. Fair beauty's bud! when time shall fretch thy

span, Confirm thy charms, and ripen thee to man, (plain, How shall each swain, each beauteous nymph comFor love each nymph, for envy every swain! What matchless charms shall thy full noon adorn, When so admir'd, fo glorious, is thy morn! So glorious is thy morn of life begun, That all to thee with admiratimo run, Turn Persians, and adore the riâng fun. So fair thou art, that if great Cupid be A child, as poets say, sure thou are he. Fair Venus would miltake thee for her own, Did not thy eyes proclaim thed not her son. There all the lightnings of thy mother's thine, Their radiant glory and their sweetness join, To Now their fatal power, and all their charnis

in shine.

The Scorpion. f0!3mpias, mother of Alexander the Greas.


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