Remove! no-grant me still this raging woe! Sweet is the wretchedness, that lovers know: But pierce hereafter (should I chance to see One destin'd mine) at once both her, and me. Such were the trophies, that, in earlier days, By vanity seduced, I toil'd to raise, Studious, yet indolent, and urg'd by youth, That worst of teachers! from the ways of truth; Till learning taught me, in his shady bow'r, To quit love's servile yoke, and spurn his pow'r. Then, on a sudden, the fierce flame supprest, Whence Cupid fears his flames extinct to see, EPIGRAMS. ON THE INVENTOR OF GUNS. PRAISE in old times the sage Prometheus won, [The Poems on the subject of the Gunpowder Treason I have not translated, both because the matter of them is unpleasant, and because they are written with an asperity, which, however it might be warranted in Milton's day, would be extremely unseasonable now.] TO LEONORA SINGING AT ROME.* ANOTHER Leonora once inspir'd Tasso, with fatal love to phrenzy fir'd, * I have translated only two of the three poetical compliments addressed to Leonora, as they appear to me far superior to what I have omitted. Since could he hear that heavenly voice of thine, With Adriana's lute of sound divine, Fiercer then Pentheus' tho' his eye might roll, Or ideot apathy benumb his soul, You still, with medicinal sounds might cheer And sweetly breathing through his wounded breast, TO THE SAME. NAPLES, too credulous, ah! boast no more For still she lives, but has exchang'd the hoarse Where, idol of all Rome, she now in chains, Of magic song, both gods, and both gods, and men, detains. THE COTTAGER AND HIS LANDLORD. A FABLE. A PEASANT to his lord paid yearly court, So fruitful, wither'd, and would yield no more, Has cost me both my pippins, and my tree." ΤΟ CHRISTINA, QUEEN OF SWEDEN, WITH CROMWELL'S PICTURE. CHRISTINA, maiden of heroic mien! Star of the North! of northern stars the queen! But soften'd, in thy sight, my looks appear, |