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And teach my sorrows to relate Yet, O my seul ! thy rising murmurs stay;
As may e'en things inanimate, [move. Or against his supreine decree
That all thyfull-blown joysat once shouldfade, To thee thiy mistress in the blissful band
Was his most righteous will - and be that will Of Hymen never gave her hand;
obey'd The joys of wedded love were never thine. Would thy fond love his grace to ber control, In thy domestic care
And, in these low abodes of sin and pain,
Her pure exalted soul,
Unjustly, for thy partial good, detain?
Is every mortal bliss Nor did she crown your mutual Hame Even Love itself, if rising by degrees With pledges dear, and with a father's tender Beyond the bounds of this imperfect stale,
Whose fleeting joys so soon must end, O best of wives ! O dearer far to me
It does not to its sovereign good ascend. Than when thy virgin-charms
Rise then, my soul, with hope elate, Were yielded to my arms :
And seek those regions of serene delight, How can my soul endure the loss of thee? Whose peaceful path, and ever-open gate, How in the world, to me a desert grown, No feet but those of harden'dGuilt shall miss: Abandon'd and alone,
There Death himself thy Locy shall sestore; Without my sweet companion can I live! There yield up all his pow'r ne'er to divide you
Without thy lovely smile,
$94. A 1Vinter Piece. Axos. E'en the delighia sense of well-carn’d praise, It was a winter's evening, and fast came down Unshar'd by thee, no more iny lifeless thoughts
[did blow ; could raise.
And keenly o'er the wide heath the bitter blas For my distracted mind
When a damsel all forlom, quite bewilderd in
Support me, 'ev'ry friend ;
“Oh! cruel was iny father, that shut his daar To bear the weight of this oppressive woe.
.. on me,
could xe; Alas! each friend of mine,
And cruel was my mother, that such a sight
And cruel is the wintry wind, that chills way
, heart with cold; That none has any comfort to bestow.
[for gold My books, the best relief
But crueller than all, the lad that left my lore In every other grief,
Hush, hush, my lovely baby, and warm thee is Are now with your idea sadden'd all
[distress Each favorite author we together read Ah, little thinks thy father how sailly ser My tortur'd memory wounds, and speaks or for, equel as he is, did he know but how we fare, Lucy dead.
He'd shield us in his arms from this bittzi We were the happiest pair of human kind : piercing air. The rolling year its various course perform's Cold;coldmydearestjewel! thy little life is gone And back return'd again ;
Oh let my tears revive thee, so warm that trickle Another, and another, smiling came,
[fore they fall And saw our happiness unchanged remain. My tears that gush so warm, oh they freeze beStill her golden chain
Ah wretched, wretched mother! thou 'rt xiom Harmonious Concord did our wishes bind :
bereft of all." Our studies, pleasures, taste the same. O fatal, fatal stroke!
Then down she sunk despairing upon the dni That all this pleasing fabric Love had rais'd
(loud her we Of rare felicity,
And, wrung with killing anguish, lamend On which even wanton Vice with envy gaz'd, She kiss'd her babe's pale lips, and laid it by And every scheme of bliss ourheartshadforma, her side; With soothing hope for many a future day, Then cast her eyes to heaven, then box'd ber In one sad moment broke!
head, and died.
$ 95. The School Mistress. In Imitation of Spenser. With dark distrust, and sad repentance fille,
SHENSTONE. And stedfast hate, and sharp affliction join'd, -Auditæ voces, vagitus et ingens, And fury uncontrold, and chastisement unkind. Infantumque animæ fientes in limine primo. Virg. Few but have kenn'd, in semblance meet Ah me! full sorely is my heart forlorn,
pourtray'd, To think how módest worth neglected lies, The childish faces of old Æols train, While partial Fame doth with her blasts adorn Libs, Notus, Auster* : these in frowns array d.
Such deeds alone as pride and pomp disguise; How then would farconearth, or sky,ormain, Deeds of ill sort, and mischievous emprize : Were the stern God to give his slaves the rein?
Lend me thy clarion, Goddess ! let me try And were not she rebellious breasts to quell, To sound the praise of merit ere it dies; And were not she her statutes to maintain, Such as I oft have chanced to espy,
Thecot no more, I ween, weredeem'd the cell Lost in the dreary shades of dull obscurity. Where comely peace of inind and decent order Inev'ry village, mark'd with little spire, (furne,
dwell. Embower'd in trees, and hardly known to A russet stole was o'er her shoulders thrown; There dwells, in lowly shade and nican attire, A russet kirtle fenc'd the nipping air; A matron old, whom we School-inistress "Twas simple russet, but it was her own, name;
'Twas herowo country bred the flock so fuit; Who boasts unruly brats with birch to tame : 'Twas her own labor did the fleece
prepare, They grieven sore, in piteous durance pent, And, sooth to say, her pupils, rang'daround, Aw'd by the pow'r of this relentless dame, Thro' pious awe did term it passing rare ;
And oft-times, on vagaries idly bent, (shent. : For ihey in gaping wonderment abound, For unkempt hair, or task unconn'd, are sorely And think, no doubt, she been the greatest wighi And all in sight doth rise a birchin tree,
on ground. Which Learningnearherlittle dome diel stow, Albeit, ne Hattery did corrupt her truth; Whilone a twig of small regard to see,
Ne pompous title did debauch her ear; Tho' now so wide its waving branches flow, Gvody, good-woman, gossip, n'aunt, forsooth, And work the simple vassals mickle woe, Or dame, the sole additions she did hear; For not a wind might curl the leaves that Yet these she challeng'd, these she held right blew;
dear; But their limbs shudder'd, and their pulse beat Ne would esteem him act as monghtbehore, And, as they look'd, they found their horror Who should not honor'd eld with these revere; grew,
For never title yet so inean could prove, And shap'd it into rods, and tingled at the view. But there wasekea mind which did that title love. So bare I seen (who has not, may concene) One anticnt hen she took delight to feed,
A lifeless phantom near a garden placid; The plodding pattern of the busy daine, So doth it wanton birds of peace bereave, Which ever and anou; impellid by' need,
Of sport, of song, of pleasure, of repast : Into her school, begirt with chickens, came; They start, they stare, they wheel, they look Such favor did her past deportment claim: aghast ;
And if neglect had lavish'd on the ground Sad servitude ! Such comfortless anuoy Fragment of bread, she would collect the saine; May no bold Briton's riper age e'er taste ! For well she new, and quaintly cold exNe superstition clog bis dance of joy,
pound. Ne vision empty, vain, his native bliss destroy ! What sin it were to waste the smallest crumb Near to this dome is found a patch so green,
she found. On which the tribe theirgambols do display; Herbs too she knew, and well of cach could And at the door impris'ning board is seen,
speak, Lest weaklywightsofsmallersizeshouldstray, That in her garden sipp'd the site'ry dew, Eacer, perdie, to bask in sunny day! [sourid, Where no rain How'r disclos'd a gaudy streak,
The noises intermix'd, which thence re- But herbs for use and physic not a few, 'Do Learning's little tenement betray; Of grey retrown, within ihose borders grew; · Wliere sits the dame, disguis'd in look pro- The tuftce basil, pun-provoking thyme, found
(around. Fresh banm, and marygold of cheerful hue, And eyes her Fairy throng, and turns her whec) The lowly gilt, that never dares to climb, Her cap, fạr whiter than the driver snow, And more I förin would sing, discaining here to Emblem right meet of decency does yield ;
rhytte. Her aproni dyed in grain, as blue, I trowe, Vet euphoriasy may not be left unsung, i ns is the base-bell that adorns the field : Thatgivesdimeyes to wander leaguru around; And in her hand, for sceptre, she does wield And pungent radish, biting infant's tongue : Tiwag birchiwy sptays, wide anxious fear en- And plaintain ribb'et, that heals the stape! twin'd,
And marj'ram sweet, in shepherds' posie found; Lo! now with state she utters the comniand!
And lavender, whose spikes of azure bloom Erisoons the urchins to their tasks repair ; Shall be, erewbile, in arid bundles bound, Their books of stature small, they take in hand, To lurk amidst the labors of her loom,
Which with pellacid horn sécured are, And crown her 'kerchiefs clean with mickle rare To save from finger wet the letters fair. perfumne.
(crown'd The word so gay that on their back is seen And here trim roseinarine, that whilopi
St. George's high achievements does declare, The daintiest garden of the proudest peer, Kens the forth-coming rod ; unpleasing sight, I
On which thilk wight that has ygazing been, Ere, driven from its envied site, it found A sacred shelter for its branches here,
ween! Where edid with gold its glitering skirts Ah! luckless he, and born beneath the beam appear.
Of evil star! it irks me whilst I write! O wassel days! O customs meet and well! As erst the bard * by Mulla's silver stream, Ere this was bainish'd from its loriy sphere; Oft as lie told of deadly dolorous plight,
Simplicity then sought this humble cell, Sigh'd as he sung, and did in tears indte ; Nor ever would she more with thane and lord- For, brandishing the rod, she doth begin ling dwell.
To loose the brogues, the stripling's late deHere ofi the dame, on Sabbath's decent eve,
light! Hymned such psalms as Stčenhold forth And down they drop; appears his dainty skin, did nete,
Fair as the furry coat of whitest ermilin. "If winter 'twere' she to her hearth did cleare: O ruthful scene! when from a nook obsure
But in her garden found a summer seat : His little sister doth his peril see : Sweet melody! to hear her then repeat All playful as she sate, she grows demure,
How Israel's sons, beneath a foreign king, She finds full soon her wonted spirits flee; While taunting foe-men did a song entreat, She meditates a pray'r to set him free:
All for the nonce untuning every string, Nor gentle pardon could this dame deny Uphung their useless lyrcs — small 'hcart had (If
gentle pardon could with dames agree) they to sing
To her sad grief that swells in either eve, For she was just, and friend to virtuous lore, And wrings her so, that all for pity she could die.
And pass'd much time in truly virtuous deed; Nolonger can she now her shrieks command, And in those elfins' ears would oft deplore And hardly she forhears, thro' awful fear, The times when Truth by Popisla rage did Torushen forth, and, with presumptuons hand, bleed,
To stay harsh justice in its mid career. And tortious Death was true Devotion's meed; On thee she calls, on thet, her parent dear!
And simple Faith in iron chains did mourn, (Ah! too reinote to ward the shameful blow!) That nould on wooden image place her creed; She sees no kind domestic visage uear, And lawny saints in smould'ring flames did And soon a flood of tears begins to flow, burn:
[return. And gives a loose at last to unavailing woe.' Ah! dearest Lord! forefend thilk days should c'er Butah! what pen his piteous plight may trace? In elbow chair, like that of Scottish stem, Or what device his loud laments explain?
By the sharp tooth of cank'ring Eld defac'd, The form uncoath of his disguised face? In which, when he receives his diadem,
The pallid hue that dyes his looks ainain? Oursov'reign prince and liefest liege is plac'd, Theplenteous show'rthatdoeshis cheekdistain: The matron fate : and some with rank she When he in abject wise implores thedame, gracid,
Ne hopeth aught of sweet reprieve to gain; The source of children's and of courtier's Or when from high she levels well her aim, pride!
[pass'd) And, thro' the thatch, his cries each falling Redress'd affronts (for vile affronts there
stroke proclaim. And warn’d them not the fretful to deride, The other tribe, aghast with sore disma • But love each other dear, whatever them betide. Attend,andconntheir tasks withinickle care, Right well she knew each temper to descry, By turns, astonied, ev'ry twig survey,
Tothwart the proud, and thesubmiss toraise; And from their fellows hateful wounds beSome with vile copper prize exalt on high,
ware, Andsomeentice with pittance smallof praise; Knowing, Iwist, how each the same mayskare; And other some with baleful sprig she 'frays ; Till fear has taught them a performance E'en absent, she the reinstof pow'r doth hold,
meet, While with quaint arts the giddy crowd she And to the well-known chest the dame repair, sways;
Whence oft with sugar'd cates she doth Forewari'd, iflittle bird their pranks behold,
'em greet, Twill whisper in her ear, and all the scene un- And gingerbread s-rare ; now, certes, doubly fold,
Sce, to their seats they hye with merry glee, And many a poet quit th' Aönian field : And in beseeinly order sitten there,
And, sour’dby age, profound heshall appear, All but the wight of bum y-galled; he As he who now, with 'sdainful fury thrillid, Abhorreth bench, and stool, and form, and Surveys mine work, and levels manya sneer, chair
[hair); And furls his wrinkly front, and cries, • What (This hand in mouth y-fixed, that rends his
stuff is here!" And eke with snubs profound, and heaving But now Dan Phæbus gains the middle sky,
breast, Convulsions intermitting ! does declare
And liberty unbars the prison-door;
And like a rushing torrent out they fly, Hisgrievous wrong, hiscame's unjust behest,
And now the grassy cirque han cover'd o'er Andscornsherofler'd love,and struns to becaress'd.
With boist'rous revel-rout and wild uproar. His face besprent with liquid crystal shines : A thousand ways in wanton rings they run,
His blooming face, that seemsa purple flow'r, Heaven shield their short liv'd pastimes, I iinWhich low to carth his drooping head decines,
plore ! All smcard and sullied by a vernal show'r For well may Freedom, erst so dearly won, Oh the hard bosoms of despotic pow's! Appear to British elf more gladsomethan the sun. All, all but she, the anthor of his shame,
Enjoy, poor imps ! enjoy your sportive trade, All, all but she, regret this mournful hour :
Andchasegayfies,and cull the fairest flow'rs, Yet hence the youth, and hence the fow'r. shall claiin,
For when my bones in grass green sods are laid, If so, I deem arighi, transcending worth and
For never may ye taste more careless hours
In knightly castles, or in ladies' bow'rs. Behind some door in melancholy thought, () vain, to seek delight in earthly things !
Mindless of food, he, drcary caitiff! pines; but most in courts, where proud Ambition Ne for his fellows joyaunce careth onght,
tow'rs; But to the wind all merriment resigns, Deluded wight! who weens fair peace can And deems it shame if he to peace inclines;
spring And many a sullen look askaunce is sent, Beneath the pompous dome of kesar or of king. Which for his dame's annoyance he designs ;
See in each sprite some various bent appear ! And still the more to picasure him she's bent,
These rudely carol most incondite lay; The more doth he, perverse, her 'haviour past
Those saunt'ring on the green, with jocund leer, resent.
Salute the stranger passing on his
way : Ah me! low inuch I fear lest pride it be! Some builden fragile ienements of clay;
But if that pride it be which thus inspires, Some to thestanding lake their courses hend, Beware, ye dames! with nice discernment see, With pebbles sinooth, at duck and drake to Ye quench noi too the sparks of nobler fires:
play: Ah! better far than all the Muse's lyres
Thilk to the luster's sav'ry cottage tend, (All coward arts) is valor's gen'rous heat, Inpastykingsand queensth’allotted mite to spend. The firm fix'd breast which fit and right re
Here, as each season yields a different store, qnires,
Each season's stores in order ranged been; Like Vernon's patriot soul, more justly great
Apples with cabbage net y-cover'd o'er, Than craft that pimps for ill, or flow'ry false
Gallingfullspreth'unmonied wight,arc seen; deceit.
And gooseb’rie, clad in liv'ry red or green : Yet, nurs'il with skill, what dazzling fruits And here of lovely dye the Cath'rine pear; appear!
Fine pear! as lovely for thy juice I ween; E'en now sagacious foresight points to show O may no wight c'er pennyless come there, A little bench of heedless bishops here,
Lest, smit with ardent love, he pine with hopeAnd there a chancellor in embryo,
less care ! Or bard sublime, if hard may e'er be so ;
See cherries here, ere cherries yet abound, As Milton, Shakspeare, names that ne'er
With thread so white in tempiing posies tied, shall die ! Tho' now he crawl along the ground so low;
Scatt'ring like blooming maid their glances
round, Nor weeting how the Muse should soar on high,
With pamper'd look draw little eyes aside,
And must be bought, tho' Wisheth, poor starv’ling elf! his paper kite may
The plum all azure, and the nut all brown; And this perhaps, who cens'ring the design, And here each season do those cakes abide, Low lays the house which that of cards Whose honor'd names th' inventive city doth build,
own, Shall Dennis be, if rigid Fates incline ; Rend'ring thro' Britain's isle Salopia's * praises And inany an epic to his rage shall yield,
known. Shrewsbury Caker.
Admir'd Salopia! that with venial pride • Blest were the days when Wisdomn held her
EyesherbrightforminSevern'sambientwave, · reign, Fam'd for her loyal cares in perils tried; * And shepherds sought her on the silent plain;
Herdaughterslovely and her striplings brave: With Truth! she wedded in the secret grove, Amidst the rest, may How'rs adorn his grave Inmortal Truth! and daughters blest their Whose art did first these dulcetcates display!
• love. A motive fair to Learning's imps he gave,
haste, fair maids ! ve Virtues, come away! Whocheerless o'er herdarkling region stray, • Sweet peace and Plenty lead you on your way! Till Reason's moru arise, and light them on The balmy shrub for you shall love our shore,
• By Ind excell'd or Araby, no more.
Lost to our fields, for so the fales ordain,
• The dear deserters shall return again. $96. Oriental Eclogues. By Mr. Collins.
Come thou, whose thoughts as limpid springs ECLOGUE
are clear; Selim ; or the Shepherd's Moral.
To lead the train, sweet Modesty, appear:
Here make thy court amidst our rural scene, Scene, a Valley, near Bagdat. - Time, the Morning.
Andshepherdgirlsshallown thee for theirqueen,
• With thice be Chastity, of all afraid, •YE Persian maids, attend your Poet's lays, Distrusting all, a wise suspicious inaid; • And hear how shepherds pass their golden But man the most — not more the mountain doe
· Holds the swift falcon for her deadly foe. • Notallare blest, whom Fortune's hand sustains Cold is her breast, like flow'rs that drink thedew; • With wealth in courts, nor all that haunt the · A silken veil conceals her from the view. • plains
• No wild desires amidst thy train be known, • Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell ; • But Faith, whose heart is fix'd on one alone : • 'Tis virtue inakes the bliss, where'er wedwell.' • Desponding Meekness, with her down-casteses,
Thus Selim sung, by sacred Truth inspir’d; • And friendly Pity, full of tender sighs ;
When sweet and blushing, like a virgin bride, The shepherds lov'd, and Selim bless'd his song.
Hassan; or the Camel-Driver.
Scene, the Desert. -- Time, Mid-day. · Ye Persian dames,' he said, “io you belong In silent horror o'er the boundless waste, • (Well may they please) the morals of my song: The driver Hassan with his camels pass'd : • No fairer maids, I trust, than you are found, One cruse of water on his back he bore,
Grac'd with softarts, the people: world around! And his light scrip contain'd a scanty store ; • The morn that lights you to your loves supplies A fan of painted feathers in his hand, • Each gentler ray, delicious to your cyes ; To guard his shaded face from scorching sand. • For you thase flow'rs her fragrant hands bestow. The sultry sun had gain'd the middle sky, * And yours the love that kings delight to know. And not a trce, and not an herb, was nigh: • Yet think not these, all beauteous as they are, The beasts with pain their dusty way pursue, • The best kind blessings Heaven cangrantthefair: Shrill roard the winds, and dreary was the view, • Who trust alone in beauty's feeble ray, With desperate sorrow wild, th' affrighted man • Boast but the worth Balsora's* pearls display! Thrice sigh'd, thrice struck his breast, and this • Drawn from the deep,weown thesurface bright: began ; * But, dark within, they drink no lustrous light. • Sad' was the bour, and luckless was the das,
Such are the maids, and such the charms they • When first from Schiraz' walls I bent niy * By sense unaided, or to virtue lost. [boast, .* Self-Aatt'ring sex! your hearts bclieve in vain • Ah! little thought I of the blasting wind, * That Love shall blind, when once he fires the The thirst or pinching hunger that I find !
Or hope a lover by your faults to win, (swain; Bethink thee, Hassan, whereshall thirst assuage, • As spots on ermine beautify the skin: · When fails this cruse, his unrelenting rage? • Who seeks secure to rule, be first her care Soon shall this scrip its precious load resign; • Each softer virtue that adorns the fair ; Then what but tcars and hunger shall be thing? • Each tender passion man delights to find · Ye mute companions of my toils, that bear • The lov'd perfection of a female inind ! • In all my griefs a-more than equal share ! The Gulf of that name, famous for the pearl fishery.