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With the rich favour of Tokay
Impossible! Through walls of stono Allur'il, about the brim they play;
Hunger will break, to suck a bone. They light, they murmur, then begin
Want, oft in times of old, we read, To liek, and so at length slip in;
Made mothers on their infants feed; Einbracing close the conple lies,
And now constrain'd this matron mild Together dip, together rise ;
To grow hard-hearted to her child. You'd swear they love, and yet they strive
Her darling child she pinch'd; he squallid; Which shall be sunk, and which survive.
In baste the favourite footman's callid, Such feign'd amours, and real hate,
To pacify the peevish chit; Attend the matrimonial state;
Por who but he could do the feat? When sacred vows are bought and sold,
He, smarting sore, refus'd to play; And hearts are ty'd with threads of gold.
But baie man Thomas beat mamma. A nymph there was, who ('tis averr'd
She, laughing, soon avow'd her fame By Pame) was born without a beard :
By various signs that want a name. A certain sign, the leam'd declare,
The lacquey saw, with trembling joy, That (guarded with compion care)
Gay humour dancing in her ye; Her virtue might remain at ten
And straight, with equal fury fir'd, Impregnable to boys or men.
Began th' attack; the dame retir'd; But from that era we'll proceed,
And haply falling as she fed, To find her in a wirow's wced;
He beat hier till she lar for dead; Which, all Lore's chronicles agree,
But (with new vigour for the strife) She wore just turn'd of twenty-three;
Soon with a sigh return'd to life. For an old sot she call'd her mate,
Think ye she'd e'er forgive her son, For jewels, pin-money, and plate.
For what the naughty man had done? The dame, possess'd of wealth and ease,
She did; yet, spited with his pain, Had no more appetites to please;
He sounds th' alarm to charge again. That which provokes wild girls to wed,
But, 'squire, consult your potent ally, Fie !-It ne'er enter'd in her head.
Whether he's yet prepard to rallyYet some prolific planet smild,
Yes; blood is hot on either side ; And gave the pair a chopping child;
Another combat must be try'd. Entitled by the law to claim
She knew the foe could do no more, Her husband's chattels, and his name:
Than at the first attack she bore; But was so like his mother! She
So at his little malice smil'd, The queen of love, her Cupid he.
And cry'd, “ Come on!--to please the child."
“ My better self, my heaven, my joy ! But the dear hopes of two years old.
While thus imparadis'd I lie, The maids, so long in prison pent,
'Transported in thy circling arms Ask lave to air; she gives consent
| With fresh variety of charms; (For health is riches to the poor):
From Fate I scarce can think to crave But Tom must stay to guard the door.
A bliss, but what in thee I have. In reading Sherlock she'd employ
Twelve months, my dear, have past, since thou Her solitude, and tend the boy.
Didst plight to me thy virgin vow; When madam sees the coast is clear,
Twilve months in rapture spent! for they Her spirits mantle and career,
Seein shorter than St. Lucy's day : Diffusing ardour through her mien;
| A bright example we shall prove Pity they should condense to spleen!
Of lasting matrimonial love. But now by honour she's contin'd,
“ Meanwhile, I beg the gods to grant, Who flutter'd once as free as wind :
(The only favour that I want) And on a masquerading morn
That I may not survive, to see By six securely could return;
My happiness expire with thee. Having, to seal him safe till nine,
0! should I lose my dearest dear, With opium drugg'd her spouse's wine.
By thee, and all that's good, I swear, This the gay world no worse would hold,
I'd give myself the fatal blow, Than had she only chang'd his gold:
And wait thee to the world below." The species answer'd all demands,
When Wheedle thus to spouse in bed And only pass'd through other hands.
Spoke the best things he e'er had read ; But Honour now prescribes the law,
Madam, surpris’d, (you must suppose it) The tyrant keeps her will in awe;
| Had lock'd a Templar in the closet; For charity forbid to roam,
A youth of pregnant parts, and worth, And not a chitterling at home.
To play at piquet, and so forthWhat! a large stoniach, and no meat!
This wag, when he had heard the whole, In pity, Love, provide a treat;
Demurely to the curtain stole, Can widows feed on dreams and wishes,
| And, pecping in, with solemn tone Like bags on visionary dishes?
Cry'd out, “ O man! thy days are doner
The gods are fearful of the worst,
| When murmuring in the melting joys of love, And send me, Death, to fetch thee first;
Rounci yours my curling limbs began to move: To save their favourite from self-murder,
But now the bright Sicilian maids adore Lu! thus I execute their order."
The youth, who seem'd so fond of me before : “ Hold, sir! for second thoughts are best,"
Send back, send back my fugitive! for he The husband cry'd : “ 'Tis iny request,
Will vow to you the vows he made to me : With pleasure to prolong my life."
That smooth deceiving tongie of his can charm “ Your ineaning ?"_“ Pray, sir, take my wife.” The coyest car, the roughest pride disarm.
0, aid thy poetess, great queen of love,
And still pursues with unrelenting rage.
Of parents, whilst a child, I was bereft,
To the wide world an helpless orphan left,
My brother, in a strumpet's vile embrace,
Lavish'd a large estate to buy disgrace,
And, doom'd to traffic, on the main is tost, Wrat, after all my art, will you demand, Winning, with danger, what with sharne he lost. Before the whole is read, the writer's hand? And vous revenge on me, who dar'd to blame And could you gu: ss from whom this letter came? Ilis conduct, and was careful of bis fame: Before you saw it sign'd with Sapphu's name? And then (as if the woes ( bore besiile Don't wonder, since I'm form'ul for lyrics, why Were vet too light) my little daughter dy'd. The strain is turn'd to plaintive elegv;
But after all these panys of sorrow past,
A worse came on, for Phaon came at last!
Nor Syrian oils di:fusive odours breathe:
Why should I put such gay allurements on, No inore my thoughts in even numbers flow, Now lie, the darling of my soul, is gone Verse best betits a mind deroid of woe.
Soft is my breast, and keen the killing dart, No inore I court the nymphs I once carest,
And he who gave the wound deserves my heart : B:nt Phaon rules uurivall'd in my breast,
My fate is tixu, for sure the Fates decreed Fair is thy face, thy youth is fit for joy ;
That lie should wound, and Sappho's bosom blecd. A fatal face to me, too cruel boy!
By the smooth blandishments of verse betray'd, Euslav'd to those enchanting looks, that year In vain I call my reason to my aid ; The blush of Bacchus and Apollo's air;
The Muse is faithless to the fair at best, Assume the garb of either god, in thee
But fatal in a love-sick lady's breast. We every grace of either god may ser;
Yet is it strange so sweet a youth should dart Yet they confess'd the power of female charins, Flames so resistless to a woman's heart? In Daphne's flight and Ariadne's arms;
Him had Aurora seen, he soon had seiz'd Tho' neither nymph was fam'd for wit, to move, Her soul, and Cephalus no more had pleas'd: With melting airs, the rigid soul to love,
Chaste Cynthia, did she once behold his charins, To me the Muse vouchsafes celestial fire,
For Phaon's would forsake Endymion's arms; And my soft numbers glow with warnı desire; Venus would bear him to her boxer above, Aleæus and myself alike she crown'd,
But there she dreads a rival in his love. For softness I, and he for strength, renown'd. () fair perfection thou, nor youth, nor boy. Beauty, 'tis true, penurious Fate denies,
Fix'd in the bright meridian point for joy! But wit my want of beauty well supplies :
Come, on my panting breast thy head reolino, My shape, I own, is short, but yet my name Thy love I ask not, only suffer mine : Is far ditius'd, and fills the voice of Fame.
While this I ask, (but ask, I fear, in vain) If I'm not fair, young Perseus did adore
See how my falling tears the letter stain. The swarthy graces of the royal Moor';
At least, why would you not vouchsafe to show The milk-white doves with mottled mates are join'd, A kind regret, and say, “ My dear, adicu !" And the gay parrot to the turtle's kind:
Nor parting kiss I gave, nor tender tear, But if you'll fly from Love's connubial rites, My ruin flew on swifter wings than fear: Till one as charming as yourself invites,
My wrongs, too safely treasur'd in my mind. None of our sex can ever bless your bed;
Are all the pledges Phaon left behind;
But, gods! when first the killing news I heard, And swore no numbers were so sweet as mine; What pale amazement in my looks appear'd! I sang (that pleasing image still is plain,
Awhile o'erwhelm'd with unexpected woe, Such tender things we lovers long retain !)
My tongue forbore to speak, my eyes to flow, And ever when the warbling notes I rais'd,
But when my sense was wakend to despair, You with fierce kisses stifled what you prais'd. I beat my tender breast, and tore my hair: Some winning grace in every act you found, As a distracted mother woeps forlorn, But in full tides of ecstasy were drown'd;
When to the grave her fondling babe is borne.
Mcanwhile my cruel brother, for relief,
| With scorn inşults me, and derides my grief :
“ Poor soul!” he cries, “ I doubt she grows sin- 1 But, Phaon, why should I this toil endure, cere;
| When thy return would soon complete the cure? Her daughter is return'd to life, I fear.”
Thy beauty, and its baliny power, would be Mindless of fame, I to the world reveal
A Phoebus and Leucadian rock to me.
O harder than the rock to which I go,
That I to Phaon's scorn a victim fell !
Or hadst thou rather see this tender breast Around my neck thy fond embraces twine,
-Bruis'd on the clift, than close to Phaon's prest? Anon I think my arms encircle thine:
This breast, which, fill'd with bright poetic fire, Then the warm wishes of my soul I speak,
You made me once believe you did admire? Which from my tongue in dying murmurs break: O could it now supply me with address Heavens! with thy balmy lips my lips are prest: To plead my cause, and court thee with success! And then ! ah then !- 1 blush to write the rest. But mighty woes my geuius quite control, Thus in my dreams the bright ideas play,
And damp the rising vigour of my soul:
No more, ye Lesbian nymphs, desire a song,
But at the dawning day my pleasures ficet, (Ah! yet I scarce forbear to call him-mine.)
But why, alas ! this unavailing prayer? Frantic I rove, disorder'd with despair,
Vain are my vows, and fleet with common air: And to the winds unbind my scatter'd hair.
My vows the winds disperse, and make their sport, I find the shades, which to our joys were kind, But ne'er will waft him to the Lesbian port. But my false Phaon there no more I tind:
Yet if you purpose to return, 'tis wrong With him the caves were cool, the grove was green, To let your mistress languish here so long : But now his absence withers all the scene :
Venus for your fair voyage will compose There weeping, I the grassy couch survey,
The sea, for from the sea the goddess rose: Where side by side we once together lay :
Cupid, assisted with propitious gales, I fall where thy forsaken print appears,
Will hand the rudder, and direct the sails. And the kind turf imbibes my flowing tears.
But, if relentless to my prayer you prove The birds and trees to grief assistance bring, If still, unkind without a cause, you'll rove, These drop their leaves, and they forbear to sing : And ne'er to Sappho's longing eyes restore Poor Philomel, of all the quire, alone
That object, which her hourly rows implore; For mangled Ity's warbles out her moan;
'Twill be compassion now t'avow your hate; Her moan for him trills sweetly through the grore, Write, and confirm the rigour of my fate! While Sappho sings of ill-requited love.
Then, steel'd with resolution by despair,
For cure l’ll to the kinder seas repair :
Phæbus may grant what Phaon could deny.
PHAON 10 SAPPHO,
The ancients have left us little farther account Into the waves, as holy rites require,
of Phaon, than that he was an old mariner, whorn Headlong he leap'd, and quench'd bis hopeless Venus transformed into a very beautiful youth, fire:
whom Sappho, and several other Lesbian ladies, Her frozen breast a sudd n flame subdued,
fell passionately in love with; and therefore i And she who fled the youth, the youth pursued. | thought it might be pardonable to vary tbe cirLike him, to give thy raging passion ease,
cumstances of his story, and to add what I thought Precipitate thyself into the seas."
proper in the following epistle. This said, she disappear'd. I, deadly wan, Rose up, and gushing tears unbounded ran : " Itly, ye nymphs, I fiy! though fear assail I soon perceiv'd from whence your letter came, The woman, yet the loser inlist prevail.
Before I saw it sign'd with Sappho's naine: In death what terroirs can deserve my care ? Such tender thoughts, in such a flowing verse, The pangs of death are gentler than despair. Did Phoebus to the flying nymph rehearse; Ye winds, and. Cupid, thou, to meet my all, Yet Fate was deaf to all his powerful charins, Your dowuy pinjons spread! ny weight is small.” | And tore the beauteous Daplıme froin bis aris ! Thus rescucu, to the gou of verse l'li bow,
With such concern your passion I survey, Hang up my lute, and thus inseribe my vow : As when I view a vessel tuss'd at sea; “ To Phoebus grateful Sappho gave this lute; | I beg cacb friendly power the storm inay cease, The gift did both the gold and giver suit.”
| And every warring wave be lull'd in peace.
What can I more than wish? for who can free | I furl my sails, and on the Sigrian shore,
Sigrium, from whose aerial height I spy
The distant fields that bore imperial Troy: Which yet, I fear, of equal use would prove Which, still accurs'd for Helen's broken vow, To soothe a tempest, as abate your love
Procure thin crops, ungrateful to the plough. How can my art your fierce disease subdue? I gaze, revolvins in my guilty mind, I want, alas' a greater cure than you:
What future vengeance will my falsehood find, Benumb'd in death the cold physician lies,
When kings and empires no forgiveness gain'd While for his belp the feverish patient cries : For viviat drites, and faith prophan'd? Call me not cruel, but reproach my fate,
Sea-faring on that coast I led my life, And, listening while my woes I here relate,
A commoner of love, without a wife, Let your soft bosom heave with tender sighs, Content with casual joys; and rainly thought Let melting sorrow languish in your eyes;
Venus forgave the perjur'd, or forgot. Piteous deplore a wretch constrain'd to rove, And now my sixtieth year began to shed Whose crime and punishment is slighted love; An undistinguish'd winter o'er my head; Fix'd for his guilt, to every coming age,
When, bent for Tenedos, a country dame A monument of Cytherea's rage.
(I thought her such) for speedy passage came At Malea born, my race unknown to fame,
palsy shook her limbs; a shrivel'd skin With oars I ply'd ; Colymbus was my naine; But ill conceal'd the skeleton within; A name that from the diving birds I bore,
A monument of time: with equal grace Which seek their fishy food along the shore. Her garb had poverty to suit her face. One summer eve in port I left my sail,
Extorting first my price, I spread my sail,
When in her lap a golden vase I spy'd ;
With eager eyes I view the tempting bane,
With felon force I seiz'd the seeming crone, : Sate to the setting Sun from dewy dawn;
To plunge her in, and make the prize my own. Yet fairer than the nyinphs who guard the streams To Venus straight she chang'd divine to view ! In pearly caves, and shun the burning beams. The laughing Loves around their mother fiew:: I whisper love; she fies; I still pursue,
Who, circled with a pomp of Graces, stood, To press her to the joy she never knew :
Such as she first ascended from the flood. And while I speak the virgin blushes spread
I bow'd, ador'd.--With terrour in her voice, Her damask beauty with a warmer red.
“ Thy violence,” (she cry'd,) “shall win the prize : I vow'd unshaken faith, invoking loud
Renew thy wrinkled forın, be young and fair; Venus, t'attest the solemn faith I vow'd;
But soon thy heart shall own the purchase dear. Iproking all the radiant lights above,
Nor is revenge forgot, though long delay'd,
And, looking down, still threaten'd with her eyes. If the dear charmer ever chanc'd to find
My fear at length dispellid, (the sight of gold My heart disloyal, or my look unkind.
Can make an avaricious coward bold) A maid will listen when her lover swears,
I seiz'd the glittering spoil, in hope to find And think his faith more real than her fears.. A case so rich with richer treasures lin'd. The careful shepherdess secur'd her flocks
The lid remov'd, the vacant space enclos'd From the devouring wolf, and wily fox,
An essence, with celestial art compos') ; Yet fell herself an undefended prey
Which cures old age, and makes the shrivel'd cheeks To one more cruel and inore false than they. Blushy as Bacchus, and as Hebe sleek : The nuptial joys we there consummate soon, Strength to the nerves the nectar'd sweets supply, Safe in the friendly silence of the Moon ;
And eagle-radiance to the faded eye. And till the birds proclaim'd the dawning day, Nor sharp disease, nor want, nor age, have power Beneath a shade of flowers, in transport lay:
T' invade that vigour, and that bloom deflower." I rose, and, sotily sighing, view'd her o'er;
Th' effect I found, for, when returu'd to land, How chang'd, I thought, from what she was before! Some drops I sprinkled on my sun-burnt hand;. Yet still repeated (eager to be gone)
Where'er they fell, surprising to the sight, My former pledges, with a fainter tone,
The freckled brown imbib'd a milky white; And promis'd quick return: the pensive fair So look the panther's varied sides; and so Went with reluctance to her fleecy care;
The pheasant's wing. bedropt with fakes of snow While I resolv'd to quit my native shore,
I wet the whole, the same celestial hue Never to see the late lov'd Vialca more.
Tinctur'd the whole meanderd o'er with blue. Fresh on the waves the morning brer zes play, Struck with amazement here, I pause a space ; To bear my vessel and niv y:ins away;
Next with the liquid swects anoint my face :
And in the waves my changing visage view.
Str: jght with my charins the watry mirror glows (Secure with twenty leagues between us cast) I Thuse fatal charıns ibat ruin'd your repose!
Still doubting, up I start, and fear to find
So, frighted by the swains, to reach the brake, Some young Adonis gazing o'er behind.
Glides from a sunny bank the glittering snake; My waist, and all my limbs, I last besmear'd, And whilst, reviv'd in youth, his wavy train And soon a glossy youth all o'er appcar'd.
Floats in large spires, and burns along the plain; Long wrapt in silent wonder, on the strand, He darts malignance from his scornful eye, I like a statue of Apollo stand :
And the young flowers with livid bisses dic. Like bis, with oval grace my front is spread ;
Let my sad fate your soft compassion move, Like his, my lips and cheeks are rosy red;
Convinc'd that Phaon would, but cannot, love: Like his, my limbs are shap'd; in every part To torture and distract my soul, are join'd . So just, they mock the sculptor's mimic art : l'nfading youth, and impotence of mind. And golden curls aclown my shoulders tlow; The white and red that flatter on my skin, Nor wants there aught, except the lyre and bow, Hide hell; the grinning furies howl within ; Restor'd to youth, triumphant I repair
Pride, Envy, Rage, and Hate, inhabit there, To court; to captivate th’admiring fair:
And the black child of Guilt, extreme Despair: My faultless form the Lesbian nymphs adore, Nor of less terroar to the perjur'd prove Arow their flames, weep, sigh, protest, implore. The frowns of Venus, than the boits of Jove. There feel I first the penance of my sin ;
When Orpheus in the woods began to play, All spring without, and winter all within !
Sooth'd with his airs, the leopards round hiin lay; From me the sense of gay desire is fed,
Their glaring eyes with lessen'd fury burn'd; And all their charms are cordial to the dead. But when the lyre was mute, their rage return'd: Dr, if within my breast there chance to rise
So would thy Muse and lute a while control The sweet remembrance of the genial joys;
My woes, and tune the discord of my soul : Sudden it leaves me, like a transient gleam,
In sweet suspence each savage thought restrain'd; That gilde the surface of a freezing stream.
And then, the love I never felt I feign'd. Meantime with various pangs my heart is torn, O Sappho, now that Muse and lute employ ; Hate strives with Pity, Shame contends with Scorn : Invoke the golden goddess from the sky: Confus’d with grief, I quit tie court, to range From the Leucadian rock ne'er hope redress, In savage wilds; and curse my penal change. In love, Apollo boasts no sure success : The phenix so restor'd with rich perfumes,
Let him preside o'er oracles and arts; Displays tho florid pride of all his plumes;
Venus alone hath balın for bleeding hearts. Then dies to live amid th’ Arabian grove,
0, let the warbled hymn' delight her ear; In barren solitude, a foe to love.
Can she, when Sappho sings, refuse to hicar? But in the calm recess of woods and plains,
Thrice let the warbled hymn repeat thy pain, The viper Envy revell'd in my veins ;
While flowers and burning guns perfume her fane, And ever, when the male caress'd bis bride, And when, descending to the plaintive sound, Sighing with rage, I turn'd my cyes aside.
She comes confess'd with all her Graces round, În river, mead, and grove, such objects rose, O, plead my cause! in that auspicious bour, T'avenge the goddess, and awake my woes : | Propitiate with thy vows the vengeful power. Fish, beast, and bird, in river, mead, and grove, Nor cease thy suit, till with a smiling air Bless'd and rever'd the blissful powers of Love. | She cries " I give my Phaon to thy prayer;
" What can I do for ease! 0), whither ily? | And, from his crime absolv'd, with all his charins Resume my fatal formu, ye gods," I cry:
He long shall live, and die in Sappho's arms." “ Wither this beauteous bloom, so tempting Then swift, and gentle as her gentlest dove, gay;
I'll seek thy breast, and equal al! thy love: And let me live transformi'd to weak, and gray !” Hymen shall clap his purple wings, and spread By change of clime, my sorrows to beguile, Incessant raptures o'er the nuptial bed. I leave, for Sicily, my native isle;
And while in pomp at Cytherea's shrine, Vain hope! for who can leave hinself behind, With choral song and dance, our rows we join; And live a thoughtless exile from the mind ? Her flaining altar with religious fear Arriving there, amidst a flowery plain
I'll touch, and, prostrate on the marble, sweas That join'l the shore, I view'd a virgin-train. That zeal and love for ever shall divide Who in soft ditties sung of Acis' fame,
My heart, between the goddess and the bride And strew'd with annual wreaths his amber strcam. Me soon they saw, and, fird with pious joy, “ He comes, the godike Acis comes," they cry: "Fair pride of Neptune's court! indulge our
A TALE, prayer;
DEYISED IN THE PLESAINT MANERE OF Approach, you've now no Polypheme to fear.
GENTIL MAISTER JEOFFREY CRACCER Accept our rites: to bind thy brow, we bring
WHYLOM in Kent there dwelt a clerke, These earliest hononrs of the rosy Spring :
Who wyti grete cheer, and litil werke, So may thy Galatea still be kind,
Upswalen was with venere: As we thy smiling power propitions find !
For ineagre Lent ne recked he, But if”:-(they read their errour in my blush ;
Ne saincts dajes had in remembraunce, For shame, and rage, and scorn, alternate flush.)
Mo will bad he to daliaunce. “ But if of earthy race, yet kinder prove;
To serchen out a bellamie, Refuse all other rites but those of love."
He had a sharp and licorous eie ;
But it wold bett abide a leke,
Or onion, than the sight of Greke;
Alluding to her ode to eng