Till once, 'tis faid, when all were fir'd, Firft, Fear, his hand, it's skill to try, Next, Anger rufh'd; his eyes on fire, With woeful measures, wan Despair, But thou, O Hope, with eyes fo fair, A föft refponfive voice was heard at every close, And longer had the fung-but, with a frown, Revenge impatient rofe: He threw his blood-ftain'd fword in thunder down; And, 'Tis faid, and I believe the tale, GRESEST. C THE VISIONS OF FANCY. IN FOUR ELEGIES. BY DR. LANGHORNE. HILDREN of Fancy, whither are ye fled? That once with myrtle garlands bound my head, In yon fair vale, where blooms the beechen grove, Where winds the flow wave thro' the flow'ry plain, To thefe fond arms you led the tyrant Love, With Fear, and Hope, and Folly, in his train. My lyre, that, left at careless distance, hung • Reft, Reft, gentle youth! while on the quiv'ring breeze Slides to thine ear this foftly breathing ftrain; • Sounds that move fmoother than the fteps of ease, • And pour oblivion in the ear of pain. • In this fair vale eternal Spring fhall smile, ⚫ And Time unenvious crown each roseate hour; Eternal joy fhall ev'ry care beguile, Breathe in each gale, and bloom in ev'ry flow'r. • This filver ftream, that down it's crystal way, Unfading green shall these fair groves adorn ; • Those living meads immortal flow'rs unfold ; In rofy fmiles shall rise each blushing morn, And ev'ry evening close in clouds of gold, ; The tender loves that watch thy flumb'ring reft, And round thee flow'rs and balmy myrtles ftrew; • Shall charm, thro' all approaching life, thy breaft, • With joys for ever pure, for ever new. • The genial power that speeds the golden dart, Each charm of tender paffion fhall inspire; With fond affection fill the mutual heart, • And feed the flame of ever-young Defire, Come, gentle loves! your myrtle garlands bring; Hark! as the ftrains of fwelling mufick rife, • How the notes vibrate on the fav'ring gale! Aufpicious glories beam along the skies, And pow'rs unseen, the happy moments hail! • Extatick hours! fo ev'ry diftant day, • Like this ferene, on downy wings shall move; < Rife crown'd with joys that triumph o'er decay, The faithful joys of Fancy and of Love.' AN ELEGY II. ND were they vain, thofe foothing lays ye fung? The ftrains yet vibrate on my ravish'd ear, Like the faint traces of a vanish'd dream, Mirror of life! the glories thus depart Of all that Youth and Love and Fancy frame; When painful Anguifh fpeeds the piercing dart, Or Envy blasts the blooming flow'rs of Fame, Nurfe of wild wishes, and of fond defires, The prophetess of Fortune, falfe and vain ; To fcenes where Peace in Ruin's arms expires, Fallacious Hope deludes her hapless train. Go, Syren, gothy charms on others try ; Come, Come, gentle Quiet! long-neglected maid! O come, and lead me to thy moffy cell! Come, happier hours of fweet unanxious rest, When all the struggling paffions shall fubfide; When Peace fhall clasp me to her plumy breast, And smooth my filent minutes as they glide. But chief, thou goddefs of the thoughtless eye, O, bleft Infenfibility, be nigh, And with thy foothing hand my weary eyelids clofe! Then fhall the cares of Love and Glory cease, In Lyttelton, though all the Mufes praise, His gen'rous praise fhall then delight no more; Nor the sweet magick of his tender lays, Shall touch the bofom which it charm'd before. Nor then, tho' Malice, with infidious guife Of friendship, ope the unfufpecting breast; Nor then, tho' Envy broach her blackening lyes, Shall these deprive me of a moment's rest. Oftate to be defir'd! when hoftile rage Prevails in human more than favage haunts; When man with man eternal war will wage, And never yield that mercy which he wants. When |