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With nobler aims instruct thy soul to glow, But oh! when ripe for death, fate calls thee bente,
Rile cloth'd with beauties that shall never die! With riches blest, to heaven those riches lend,
A faint on earth! an angel in the ky!
TO A GENTLEMAN OF SEVENTY, And o'er affliction pour the generous tear.
W bo Married a Lady of Sixteen,
What woes must such unequal union bring, To fan&tify thy wealth, on worth employ
When boary, winter weds the youthful spring: Thy gold, and to a blessing turn the toy :
You like Mezenriusin the nuptial bed, Thus offerings from th’unjust pollure the skies,
Once more unite the living to the dead.
XLIII. CHAPTER OF ECCLESIASTICUS.
The sun that rolls his beamy orb on high, A templ, worthy of a godlike mind;
Pride of the world, and glory of the sky,
Illustrious in his course, in bright array
Marches along the heavens, and scatters day
O'er earth, and o'er the main, and through the May all thy charms increase, O lovely boy!
ethereal way. Spare them, ye pains, and age alone destroy!
He in the inorn renews his radiant round, so fair thou art, that if great Cupid be
And warms the fragrant bosom of the ground; A child, the god might boast to look like thee!
But ere the noon of day, in fiery gleams When young lülus' form he deign d to wear,
He darts the glory of his blazing beams; Such were his smiles, and such his winning air :
Beneath the burnings of his sultry ray, Er'n Venus might mistake thee for her own,
Earth to her centre pierc'd admits the das; Did not thy eyes proclaim thee not her son ;
Huge vales expand, where rivers rollid before, Thence all the light’ning of thy mother's flies,
And le Ten'd seas contract within their shore. A Cupid grac'd with Cytherza's eyes !
0! Power Supreme ! O! high above all heiti Yet ah! how short a daté the powers decree Thou gav'it the sun to shine, and thou art ligt To that bright frame of beauties, and to thee ! Whether he falls or rises in the skies, Pass a few days, and all those beauties ily!
He by thy voice is taught to fall or rise; Pass a few years, and thou, alas ! fhalt die !
Swiftly he moves, refulgent in his sphere, Then all thy kindred, all thy friends shall see And measures out the day, the month, and per: With tears, what now thou art, and they must be; He drives the hours along with lower pace, A pale, cold, lifeless lump of earth deplore! The minutes rush away impetuous in their at Such thalt thou be, and kings shall be no more ! He wakes the flowers that feep within the
And calls the fragrant infants out to birth;
And native incense loads the balmy gales; If fond Narcissus in the crystal food,
The balmy gales the fragrancy convey
Lifts her broad circle in the deepening thades;
She breaks the folemn rerrors of the night; • To brace the mind to dignity of thought, Sweetly inconftant in her varying flame, To emulate what godlike Tully wrote,
She changes ftill, another, yet the same! Be this thy early wish! The garden breeds, Now in decrease by flow degrees she shrouds If unimprov'd, at leaft but gaudy weeds :
Her fading lustre in a veil of clouds; And Rubborn youth, by culture unsubdued, Now at increase, her gathering beams display Lies wildly barren, or but gayly rude.
A blaze of light, and give a paler day; Yet as some Phidias gives the marble life, Ten thousand stars adorn her glittering train
, While art with nature holds a dubious strife, Fall when she falls, and rise with her again; Adorns a rock with graces not its own,
And o'er the deserts of the sky unfold And calls a Venus from the rugged Itone;
Their burning spangles of fidereal gold: So culture aid: the human soul to rise, To scorn the fordid earth, and mount the skies, " * The living and the dead at his command, Till by degrees the noble guest refines,
“ Were coupled face to face, and hand to hand." Claims her high birth-right, and divincly shincs.
Dayden's Virg. En. Til
Through the wide heavens the moves serenely, But if warm winds a warnter air restore, bright,
And foster breezes bring a genial shower, Qireen of the gay attendants of the night; The genial shower revives the cheerful plain, Orb abote orb in sweet confusion lies,
And the huge hills flow down into the main. And with a bright disorder paints the skies.
When the seas rage, and loud the ocean roars, The Lord of Nirure fram'd the showery bow, When foaming billows lash the founding fores; Turn'd its gay arch, and bade its colours glow: If he in thunder bid the waves subside, les radiant circle compasses the skies,
The waves obedient link upou the tide, And sweetly the rich tin&tures faint, and rise ; A ludilen peace controls the limpid deep, It bids the horrors of the storm to cease,
And the fill waters in soft silence flecp. Adorns the clouds, and makes the tempelt please. Then heaven lets down a golden-Itreaming ray,
He, when deep-rolling clouds blot out the day, And all the broad expansion flanes with day : And thunderous stornis a folema gl om display, In the clear glass the mainers dcsery Pours down a watery deluge from on high, A sun inverted, and a downward sky. And opens all the luices of the sky:
They who adventurous plough the watery way, High o'er the shores the rushing surge prevails, The dreadful wonders of the deep furvey; Bursts o'er the plain, and roars along the vales; Familiar with their storms, their sails unbind, Dashing abrup:ly, dreadful down it comes, Tempt the rough blast, and bound before the wind: Tumbling through rocks, and tosses, whirls and Now high they mount, now shoot into a vale, foans :
Nuw smooth their course, and scud before the Meantime, from every region of the sky,
gale; Red burning bulis in forky vengeance fly; There rolling monsters, arm'd in scaly pride, Oreadfully bright o'er feas and earth chey glare, Flounce in the billows, and dath round the tide; And bursts of thunder rend th' encumber'd air; There huge leviathan unweildy nioves, At once the thunders of th' Almighty sound, And through the waves, a living ifland roves; Heaven lours, descend the floods, and rocks the In dreadful pastime cerribly be sports, ground.
And the valt occap scarce his weight supports; He gives the furious whirlwind wings to fly, Where'er he turns, the boary deeps divide; To rend the earth, and wheel along the sky; He breathes a tempest, and he spouts a ride. n circling eddies whirl'd, it roars aloud,
Thus, Lord, the wonders of carth, sea, and air, Drives wave on wave, and dathes cloud on cloud; Thy boundless wisdom and thy power declare; Where'er it moves, it lays whole forests low; Thou high in glory, and in might serene, And at the blalt, eternal mountains bow;
See'it and mov'st all, thyself unmov'd, unseen : While, tearing up the sands, in drifts they rile, Should meu and angels join in fongs to raise And half the delerts mount the burthen'd skies. A grateful tribute equal to thy praise,
He from aërial treasures downward pours Yet far thy glory would their praise outshine, Sheets of unfully'd snow in lucid showers; Though men and angels in the song should join; Flake after flake, through air thick-wavering flies, For though this earth with skill divine is wrought, Till one vaft fhining waste all nature lies:
Above the guess of man, or angel's thought, Then the proud hills a virgin whiteness thed, Yet in the spacious regions of the skies A dazzling brightness gliteers from the mead; New scenes unfold, and worlds on worlds arise; The hoary trees refled a silver show,
There other orbs, round other suns advance, And groves beneath the lovely burden bow. Float on the air, and run their mystic dance;
He from loose vapours with an icy chain And yet the power of thy Almighty hand Binds the round hail, and moulds che harden'd Can build another world from every fand : rain :
And though vain nian arraign thy high decree, The ftony tempeft, with a rushing found, Still this is just! what is, that ought to be. Beats the firm glebe, resulting from the ground: Swiftly it falls, and as it falls invades
THE CONCLUSION OF AN EPILOGUE
There was a time, when in his younger years, Borne on his icy chariot issues forth,
Our author's scenes commanded smiles or tears ; The blasted groves their verdant pride resign, And though beneath the weight of days he bends, And billows harden'd into crystal fine :
Yet, like the fun, he shines as he descends : Sharp blows the rigour of the piercing winds, Then with applause, in honour to his age, And the proud floods as with a breast-plate binds : Difiniís your veteran soldier off the stage; Evin che proud seas forget in rides co roll
Crown his last exit with diftinguith'd praise, Beneath the freezings of the northern pole; And kindly hide his † baldness with the bays. There waves on waves in folid mountains rise, And Alps of ice invade the wondering skies;
• From the flage. While gulís below, and dippery vallies lie,
† Alluding to a vote of the Roman fenate, by wbieb And with a dicadlul brightness pain the eye: they dorced Gefar a crown of lsure to copar bio buldnefer
Then sudden, by a swift decay,
Let all thy beauties fade away;
And let her in thy glass desery,
How youth, and how frail beauty die.
See ! how at once it fades, it dies!
While thine--it gaily pleas'd the view, The sad Amintor figh'd ;
Unfaded, as before it grew! And thus, while streams of tears he shed,
Now, from thy borom doom'd to stray, The mournful shepherd cry'd:
'Tis only beauteous in decay: " Move flow, ye hours ! thou, time, delay! So the sweet-smelling Indian flowers, “ Prolong the bright Belinda's stay :
Griev'd when they leave those happier flores, “ But you, like her, my prayer deny,
Sicken, and die away in ours. “ And cruelly away ye fly.
So flowers, in Eden fond to blow, " Yet though she flies, the leaves behind
In paradise would only grow. " Her lovely image in my mind.
Nor wonder, faireft, to survey “O! fair Belinda, with me stay,
The flower fo suddenly decay! “ Or take thy image too away!
Too cold thy breast ! * nor can it grow
Between fuch little hills of snow. « See ! how the fields are gay around,
I now, vain infidel, no more " How painted flowers adorn the ground!
Deride th' Ægyptian, who adore “ As if the fields, as well as I,
The rising herb, and blooming flower ; “ Were proud to please my fair-one's eye.
Now, now their convert I will be, “ But now, ye fields, no more be gay ;
O lovely flower! to worship thee. " No more, ye flowers, your charms display! But if thou 'rt one of their sad train “ 'Tis desert all, now you are fled,
Who dy'd for love, and cold disdain, “ And paradise is where you tread.”
Who, chang'd by fome kind pitying power, Unmov'd the virgin fies his cares,
A t lover once, art now a flower; To shine at court and play :
() picy me, O weep my care, To lonely shades the youth repairs,
A thousand, thousand pains I bear,
I love, I die through deep despair !
THE STORY OF TALUS,
From the Fourth Book of Apollonius Rbodius. V.163 O! LOVELY offspring of the May,
Ημος δ' ήίλιος μένεδυ, ανά δ' ήλυθεν απής Whence flow thy balmy odours, fay!
Aύλιος, &c. Such odourse not the orient boasts
The evening-star now lifts, as day-light fades, 'Though paradise adorn d the coasts! O! sweeter than cach flower that blooms,
His golden circlet in the deepening shades; This fragrance from thy bosom comes !
Stretch'd at his ease, the weary labourer Shares Thence, thence such sweets are spread abroad,
A sweet forgetfulness of human cares; As might be incense for a God!
At once in silence fink the fleeping gales; When Venus stood conccal'd from view,
The maft | they drop, and furi the flagging (ż. Her son, the latent goddess knew,
All night, all day, they ply the bending oars Such sweets breach'd round! and thus we knew Tow'rd Carpathus, and reach the rocky shores : Our other Venus here below.
Thence Crete chey view, emerging from the 1:2. But fee! my fairest, see this flower,
The queen of ifles; but Crete they view in vas, i This fort-liv'd beauty of an hour !
There Talus, whirling with refiftless (way Such are thy charms :-—yet zephyrs bring
Rocks sheer uprent, repels them from the bay: The flower to bloom again in spring :
A giant, sprung from giant-race, who took
Their births from entrails of the stubborn oak; But beauty, when it once declines, No more to warm the lover shines :
Fierce guard of Crete! by Jove abitant gives Alas! incessant speeds the day,
To S legislators, styl'd the sons of heaven : When thou shalt be but common clay!
To mercy deaf, he thrice each year explores When I, who now adore, may fee,
The trembling ifle, and strides from shores to
Thores : And ev'n with horror start from thee!
But ere, fweet gift, thy grace consumes, Show thou my fair-one how the blooms ! Put forth thy charms:--and then declare
-How could it grow. Thyself less sweet, thyself less fair !
+ See Ovid's Metamorpb. * Ambrofiæque coma divinum vertice odorem
$ Minos and Rbadamantbus
WHICH BELINDA GAVE ME FROM HER BOSOM.
A form of living brass ! one part baneath While from the clouds, instead of morning-dews, Alone he bears, a path to let in deach,
Huge drops of blood diftain che crimson ground; Where o'er the ankle swells the turgid vein, Fa:al prelage! that in that dreadful day Soft to the stroke, and sensible of pain.
The great should bleed, imperial heads lie low! And now her magic spells * Medea tries,
Meantime the bands of Troy in proud array Bids the red fiends, the dogs of Orcus rise, Scand to their arms, and from a riling ground That, starting dreadful from th' infernal shade, Breathe furious war : Here gathering hosts attend Ride heaven in storms, and all that breaches, in- The towering Hedor: there re!ulgene bands vade;
Surround Polydamas, Æneas there Thrice she applies the power of magic prayer,
Marinals his dauntless files; nor unemploy'd Thrice, hellward bending, mutters charms in air ; Stand Polybus, Agenor great in arms, Then, turning tow'rd the foe, bids mischief fly, And Acamas, whole frame the gods endow'd And looks destruction as the points her eye : With more than mortal charms: fierce in the van Then spectres, rising from Tartarean bowers, Stern Hector shines, and shakes his blazing shield. Howl round in air, or grin along the shores; As the fierce dog-star with malignant fires While, † tearing up whole hills, the giant throws, Flames in the front of heaven, then, loft in clouds, Outrageous, rocks on rocks, to crush the foes: Veils his pernicious beams; from rank to rank But, frantic as he strides, a sudden wound
So Hector strode; now dreadful in the van Burits the life-vein, and blood' o'erspreads the Advanc'd his sun-broad shield, now to the rear ground:
Swift rushing disappear'd : His radiant arms As from the furnace, in a burning flood,
Blaz'd on his limbs, and bright as Jove's dire bolts Pours molten lead, fo pours in streams his blood; Flash'd o'er the field, and lighten'd to the skies. And now he staggers as the spirit flies,
As toiling reapers in some spacious field, He faints, he sinks, he tumbles, and he dies. Rang'd in two bande, move adverse, rank on rank As fome huge cedar on a mountain's brow, Where o'er the tilth the grain in cars of gold Pierc'd by the steel, expects the final blow, Waves nodding to the breeze; at once they bend, while it :otters with alternate fway,
At once the copious harvest swells the ground : Cill freshening breezes through the branches play; So rush to battle o'er the dreadful field Chen, tumbling downward with a thundering Host against host; they meet, they close, and ranks sound,
Tumble on ranks; no thoughts appear of flight, alls headlong, and o’erspreads a breadth of ground: None of dismay : dubious in even scales o, as the giant falls, the ocean roars;
The battle hangs; not tiercer, ravenous wolves Dut-fretch'd he lies, and covers half the shores. Dispute the prey; the deathsul scene with joy
Discord, dire parent of tremendous woes, FROM THE ELEVENTH BOOK OF THE Surveys exultant : of th' inimortal train ILIADS OF HOMER.
Discord alone descends, assists alone
The horrors of the field; in peace the gods
High in Olympian bowers on radiant thrones low gay Aurora from Tithonus' bed
Lament the works of man; but loud complaints ose in the orient, to proclain the day
From every god arose; Jove favour'd Troy, o gods and men : down to the Grecian tents A: partial Jove they murmurid : he unmov'd turnian Jove sends discord red with blood; All heaven in murmurs heard, apart he sate Var in her hand she graips, enligns of war; Enthron'd in glory: down to earth he turn'd n brave Ulyffes' ship the took her stand,
His Itediaft eye, and from his throne survey'd he centre of the holt, that all might hear The rising towers of Troy, the tenced Thores, er dreadful voice : her dreadful voice the rais'd; The blaze of arms, the flayer and the Nain. irring along the rattling shores it ran
While, with his morning wheels, the God of day o the fleet's wide extremes, Achilles heard, Clinib'd up the steep of heaven, with equal rage nd Ajax heard the sound : with martial fires In murderous stornis the shafts from host to hoft ow every bosom burns; arms, glorious arms, Plew adverse, and in equal numbers fell erce they demand; the noble Orthian song Promiscuous Greek and Trojan, till the hour vells every heart; no coward thoughts of flight When the tir'd woodman in the shady vale ise in their fouls, but blood they breathe and war. Spreads his penurious meal, when high the sun Now by the trench profound, the charioteers Flames in the zenith, and his sinewy arms ange their proud steeds ; now car by car displays Scarce wield the ponderous ax, while hunger keca
diresul front; now o'er the trembling field Admonishes, and nature spent with toil "ushes th'embattled foot; noise rends the ties, Craves due repaft-Then Greece the ranks of Troy oise unextinguish'd : ere the beamy day
With horrid inroad goar'd : fierce from the van am'd in the th' aërial vault, stretch'd in the van Sprung the stern ' king of men; and breathing ood the bold infantry: the rushing cars
death rm'd the deep rear in battailous array.
Where, in firm battle, Trojans band by band ow from his heavens Jove hurls his burning bolts; Embody'd (tood, pursued his dreadful way: oarse muttering thunders grumble in the sky; His host his step attends : now glows the war ;
amernon, v. 148.
Horse treads on horfe; and man encountering man, Thus, when through age the rose-tree's charita
When all her fading beauties die away; Beat the firm glebes; thick dust in riling clouds A blooming offspring fills the parent's place Darkens the sky. Indignant o'er the plain With equal fragrance, and with equal grace. Atrides Italks; death every step attends.
But ah! how short a date on earth is given As when, in some huge forelt, sudden flames To the most lovely workmanship of heaven? Rage dreadful, when rough winds aslift the blaze, Too soon that cheek must every charm religo, From tree to tree the fiery torrent rolls,
And those love-darting eyes forget to shine! And the vast forest sinks with all its groves While thousands weeping round, with lighs (urrez Beneath the burning deluge; so whole hosts What once was you—now only beauteous caj. Yield to Atrides' arm : car against car
Ev'n from the canvas shall thy image fade, Rush'd rattling o'er the field, and through the ranks And thou re-perish in thy perith'd fade : Unguided brike;, while breathless on the ground Then may this verse to future ages show Lay the pale charioteers, in death deformid; One perfe& beauty such as thou art now! To their chaste brides sad spectacles of wee, May it the graces of thy soul display, Now only grateful to the fowls of air.
Till this world links, and suns themselves decapi
To Mr. Fenton's excellent Tragedy, Mariamu. Close by the fig-tree shade: with shouts the king When breathing statues mouldering waste away Pursues the foe incessant : dust and blood, [hands. And tombs, unfaithful to their cruit, decay; Blood mix'd with dust, diftains his murderous The muse rewards the suffering good with faste. As when a lion in the gloom of night
Or wakes the prosperous villian into fame; Invades an herd of beeves, o'er all the plains To the stern tyrant gives fi&itious power Trembling they scatter; furious on the prey To reign the restless monarch of an hour. The generous favage flies, and with fierce joy
Obedient to her call, this night appears Seizes the last ; his hungry foaming jaws
Great Herod rising from a length of years; Churn the black blood, and rend the panting prey: A rame! enlarg'd with titles not his own, Thus fled the foe; Atrides thus pursued.
Servile to mount, and sayage on a throue : And Itill the hindmost few : they from their cars
Yet oft a throne is dire misfortune's fear, Fell headlong; for his javelin, wild for blood, A pompous wretchedness, and woe in ftate! Rag'd terribly : and now proud Troy had fall'n, But such the curse that from ambition springs But the dread fire of men and gods descends For this he slaughter'd half a race of kings! Terrific from his heavens, his vengeful hand But now, reviving in the British scene, Ten thousand thunders grasps; on Ida's heighes He looks majestic with a milder mien, He takes his stand; it takes with all its groves
His features soften'd with the deep distrels Bencath the God; the God suspends the war. Of love, made greatly wretched by excess:
From lust of power to jealous fury toft,
We see the tyrant in the lover loft.
0! love, thou source of mighty joy or toe
Thou softest friend, or man's moft dangerous ? O! wondrous art, that grace to fadows gives!
Fantastic power!. what rage thy darts inspire, By whose command the lovely phantom lives! Smiles with her smiles ! the mimic eye inftills
When too much beauty kindles too much fire! A real frame! the fancy'd lightning kills !
Those darts, to jealous sage stern Herod drore; Thus mirrors catch the love-inspiring face,
It was a crime, but crime of too much love! And the new charmer grace returns for grace.
Yet if condemn'd he falls with pitying eyes Hence shall thy beauties, when no more appears No fancy'd tale! our opening fcenes disclose
Behold his injur'd Mariamne rife! Their fair poffeffor, Mine a thousand years;
Historic truth, and swell with real woes. By age uninjur'd, future times adorn,
Awful in virtuous grief the queen appears, And wars the hearts of millions yet unborn,
And strong the eloquence of royal tears; Who, gazing on the portrait with a sigh,
By woes ennobled, with majestic pace, Shall grieve such perfect charms could ever die: How would they grieve, if to such beauties join'd she meets misfortune, glorious in disgrace! The paint could show the wonders of thy mind!
Small is the praise of beauty, when it flics
Fair honour's laws, at best but lovely vice, O virgin! born th' admiring world to grace !
Charms it like Venus with celestial air ?, Transmit thy excellence to latest days;
Ev'n Venus is but scandalously fair ;
ON HER PICTURE.