To what new clime, what distant sky, Say, will ye bless the bleak Atlantic shore, Strophe 2. When Athens finks by fates unjust, An Athens rifing near the pole! Till fome new Tyrant lifts his purple hand, Antiftrophe 2. Ye Gods! what justice rules the ball? Fools grant whate'er ambition craves, In ev'ry age, in ev'ry state! Still, when the luft of tyrant pow'r fucceeds, Chorus Chorus of Youths and Virgins. O Semichorus. H tyrant Love! haft thou possest The prudent, learn'd, and virtuous breast? Wisdom and wit in vain reclaim, And arts but foften us to feel thy flame. But entring learns to be fincere. And Brutus tenderly reproves. Why, virtue, doft thou blame defire, Which nature has impreft? Why, nature, doft thou fooneft fire The mild and gen'rous breaft? Love's purer flames the Gods approve; And fterner Caffius melts at Junia's eyes. What is loofe love? a tranfient gust, Chafte as cold Cynthia's virgin light, Productive as the Sun. Semichorus. Oh fource of ev'ry focial tye, United wish, and mutual joy! What various joys on one attend, As fon, as father, brother, husband, friend? While thousand grateful thoughts arife; Or meets his fpoufe's fonder eye; Or views his fmiling progeny; What tender paffions take their turns, His heart now melts, now leaps, now burns, Chorus. Chorus. Hence guilty joys, distastes, furmizes, Fires that scorch, yet dare not shine: VERSES To the MEMORY of an UNFORTUNATE LADY. W Hat beck'ning ghost, along the moonlight shade Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade? 'Tis fhe! ----but why that bleeding bofom gor'd, Why dimly gleams the vifionary fword? Oh ever beauteous, ever friendly! tell, Is it, in heav'n, a crime to love too well? To bear too tender, or too firm a heart, To act a Lover's or a Roman's part? Is there no bright reversion in the sky, For those who greatly think, or bravely die? Why bade ye elfe, ye Pow'rs! her foul afpire Above the vulgar flight of low defire? Ambition |