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Grew with the year, and widen'd with the bark, | And wept the potent god's resistess dart,
Venus had heard the virgin's soft address, His killing pleasure, his ecstatic smart,
Flat as the wound, the passion might increase. And heav'nly poison thrilling thru' thy heart:
As potent nature shed her kindly show'rs, If so, with pity view my wretched state ;
And deck'd the various mead' with op'ning At least deplore, and then forget my fate :

To soine more happy knight reserve thy charms,
Upon the tree the nymph's obliging care By fortune favor'd, and successful arms :
Had left a frequent wreath for Henry's hair ; And only, as the sun's revolving ray,
Which as with gay delight the lover found, Brings back each year this melancholy day,
Pleas'd with his conquest, with her preser. Permit one sigh, and set apart one tear,

To an abandon'd exile's endless care. Glorious thro' all the plains he oft had gone, 2 For me, alas ! out-cast of human race, And to each swain the mystic honor shown; Love's anger only waits, and dire disgrace; The gift still prais'd, the giver still unknown. For l.! these hands in murder are imbrud

His secret note the troubled Henry writes; These trembling feet by justice are pursu'd :. To the known tree the lovely maid invites :

Fate calls aloud, and hastens me away; Imperfect words and dubious terms express,

A shaineful death attends my longer stay; That unforeseen mischance disturb'd his peace; And I this night must fly from thee and love, That he must something to her car commend, Condeinn'd in lovely woods a banish'd man to On which her conduct and his life depend.

Soon as the fair one had the 110te receiv'd, The reinnant of the day alone she griev'd :

What is our bliss that changeth with the moon; For diff'rent this from ev'ry former note, And day of life, that darkens ere 'tis noon? Which Venus dictated, and Henry wrote: What is true passion, if unblest it dies ? Which told her all his future hopes were laid And where is Emma's joy, if Henry flies? On the dear bosom of his Nut-brown Maid; If love, alas ! be pain; the pain I bear, Which always bless'd her eyes, and own'd her No thought can figure, and no tongue declare, pow'r;

Ne'er faithful wonian felt, nor false one feign'd, And bid her oft adieu, yet added morc. [laid; The fames which long have in my bosoịn reign'd: Now night advanc'd. The house in sleep were The god of love himself inhabits there, [care, The nurse experienc'd, and the prying maid: With all his rage, and dread, and grief, and At last that sprite, which does incessant haunt His compliment of stores, and total war. The lover's steps, the antient maiden aunt. O! cease then coldly to suspect my love ; To her dear Henry Emma wings her way, And let my deed, at least, my faith approve. With qnicken'd pace repairing forc'd delay; Alas! no youth shall my endearments share ; For Love, fantastic power, that is afraid Nor day nor night shall interrupt my care ; To stir abroad till watchfulness be laid, No future story shall with truth upbraid Undaunted then, o'er cliffs and valleys strays, The cold indifference of the Nut-brown Maid :: And leads his votjies safe thro' pathless ways

Nor to hard banishment shall Henry run ; Not Argus with his hundred eyes shall find While careless Emma sleeps on beds of aown. Where Cupid goes; tho' he, poor guide, is blind. View nie resolv'd, where-e'er thou lead'st, go,

The maiden, first arriving, sent her eye Friend to thy pain, and partner of thy woe: Ta ask, if yet its chief delight were nigh: For I attest, fair Venus and her son, With fear, and with desire, with joy and pain, That I, of all mankind, will love but thee alone. She sees, and runs to meet hin on the plain. But oh! his steps proclaiin no lover's haste; Let prudence yet obstruct thy, vent'rous way; On the low ground bis fix'd regards are cast ; And takegood heed, whal men will think and say: His artful bosom heaves dissemhlcd sighs ; That beauteous Emma vagrant courses took ; And tears suboru'd fall copious from his eyes. Her father's house and civil life forsook ;

With ease, alas! we credit what we love : That, full of youthful blood, and fond of man, His painted grief does real sorrow move She to the wood-land with an exile ran. In the afflicted fair; adown her cheek Reflect, that lessen'd fame is ne'er regaind; Trickling, the genuine tears their current break; And virgin honor once, is alwaye staind : Attentive stood the mournful nymph: the man Timely advis'd, the coning evil shun: Broke silence first : the tale alternate ran : Better not do the deed, than wecp it donc. HENRY

No penance can absolve our guilty fame ; Sincere, O tell me, hast thou felt a pain, Nor tears, that wash outsin, can wash out shame Emma, beyond what woman knows to feign? Then Ay the sad effects of desp'rate love ; [rove. Has thy uncertain bosom ever strove

And leave a banish'd man through lonely woods to With the first tumults of a real love?

Hast thou now dreaded, and now blest his sway, Let Emma's hapless case be falsely told
By turns averse and joyful to obey?

By the rash young, or the ill-natur'd old : Thy virgin softness hast thou e'er bewaild, Let ev'ry tongue its rarions censures choose ; As reason yielded, and as lore prevail'd? Absolve with colduess, or with spite accuse :




Fair Truth at last her radiant beams will raise ; Wilt thou not then reluctant send thine eye
And malice vanquish'd heightens virtue's praise. Around the dreary waste ; and weeping try
Let then thy favor but indulge my flight; (Tho' then, alus!' that trial be too late)

2! let my presence make thy travels light; To find thy father's hospitable gale,
And potent Venus shall exali my name And seats, whereEase and Plenip broodingsate:
Above the rumors of censorious Faine ; Those seats, whence long excluded thou must
Nor from that busy denjou's restless pow'r That gate, forever barr’d in thy reiurn: (mourn;
Will ever Emma oiher grace implore', [known, Wilt thou not then bewail ili-fated love,
Than that this truth should to the world be And hate a banish'd man condemnd in woods
Thail, of all inankind, hare lovid but thee alone. to rove?

But canst thou wield the sword, and bend the Thy rise of fortune did I only wed,
With active force repel the sturdy foe? [bow? From its decline determin'd to recede ?
When the loud tumult speaks the battle nighi, Did I but purpose in embark with thee
And winged death in whistling arrows Hy;

On the smooth surface of a summer's sea,
Wilt obou, tho' wounded, yet undaunted stay, While gentle Zephyrs play in prosp'rous gales,
Perform thy part, and share the dangerous day? And Fortune's favor fills ihe swelling sails :
Then, as thy strength decays, thy heart will fail, But would forsake the ship, and make the shore,

Thy limbs all trembling, and thy checks all pale; When the winds whistle, and the tempests roas? With fruitless sorrow, ihou, inglorious maid,

No, Henry, no: one sacred oath ha tyd Wilt weep thy safety by thy love betray'd : Our loves; one destiny onr life shall guide; Then to thy friend, by foes o'ercharg'd, deny Nor wild nor decp our common way divide Thy little useless aid, and cowarıl fly : [love

When from the cave thou risest with the day, Then wilt thou curse the chance that made thee Tobeat the woods, and rouse the bounding prey; A banish'd man condemn'd in lonely woods 10 The cave with moss and branches I'll adurn, rove.

And cheerful sit, to wait my lord's retum : EMMA.

And, when thou frequent hring'st the smitten

deer With fatal certainty Thalestris knew To send the arrow from the twanging !CW :

(For seldom, archers say, thy arrows err), And, great in arms, and foremost in the war,

I 'll fetch quick fuel from the neighb'ring word, Bonduca brandishi'd high the British spear.

And strike the sparkling flint, and dress the Could thirst of vengeance and desire of fame

With humble duty, and officious haste, (food: Excite the female breast with martial flame?

L'll cull the furthest meal for thy repast: And shall not love's diviner pow'r inspire

The choicest herbs I 10 thy board will bring; More hardy virtue, and more generous fire ?

And draw thy water from the freshest spring: Near thee, mistrust not, constant I'll abide, And when, at night, with weary toil opprest, And fall, or vanquish, fighting by thy side. Soft slumbers thou enjoy'st, and wholesome ret; Though my inferior strength may not allow,

Watchíul I'll guard thee, and with midnight That I should bear or draw the warrior bow;

pray'r With ready hand I will the shast supply,

Weary the gods to keep thee in their care ; And joy to see thy victor arrows fly.

And joyous ask, at morn's returning ray, Touch'd in the battle by the hostile roed,

If thou hast health, and I may bless the day. Should'st thou (but Heav'n avert it!) should'st My thoughts shall fix, my latest wish depend, thou bleed;

Onthee, guide, guardian, kinsman, father, friend: To stop the wounds my finest lawn I'd tear,

By all these sacred naines be Henry known Wash ihem with tears, and wipe them with my That she, of all mankind, could love but hun

TO Emma's heart: and grateful let him own, hair:

i alone.
Blest, when iny dangers and my toils have shown,
That I, of all mankind, could love but thee alone.


Vainly thou tell'st me, what the woman's car
Butcanst thou, tender maid, canst thou sustain Shall in the wildness of the wood prepare
Afflictive want, or hunger's pressing pain?" Thou,'ere thou moest, unhappiest of thy kurd,
Those limbs, in lawn and softest silki array'd, Must leare the lrabit and the sex behind.
From sun-beams.guarded, and of winds afraid; No longer shall thy comely tresses break
Can they bear angry Jove? Can they resist In flowing ringlets on thy snowy beck ;
The parching dog-star, and the bleak norb-east, Or sit behind thy head, an ample round,
When, chill'd by adverse snows, and beating In graceful braids with various ribbon bound?

No longer shall the boddice, aptly lac'd We tread with weary steps the longsome plain , From thy full bosom to thy slender waist, When with hard toil we seek our ev’ning food, That air and harmony of shape express, Berries and acorns from the neighb'ring wood; Fine by degrees, and beautifully less : And find among the cliffs no other house, Nor shall thy lower garments ariful plait, But the thin corert of some gather'd boughs ; From thy fair side dependent to thy feet,

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Arm their chaste beauties with a modest pride, For thee, my clothes, my sex, exchang'd for And double ev'ry charm they seek to hide.

thee, Th’ambrosial plenty of thy shining hair, I'll mingle with the people's wretched lee ; Cropt off and lost, scarce lower than thy ear, O line extreme of huinan intamy! Shallstand uncoutti: a horseman's coat shall hide Wanting the scissars, with these hands I'll tear Thy taper shape and comeliness of side : [knec (If that obstructs my fight) this load of hair. The short trunk-hose shall show thy foot and Black soot or yellow walnut shall disgrace Licentious, and to common eye-sight free,

This little red and white of Emma's face. And, with a bolder stride, and looser air, These nails with scratches shall detorm inyo Mingled with men, a man thou must appear.

breast, Nor solitude, nor gentle peace of mind,

Lest by my look or color be express'd Mistaken maid, shali thou in forests find : The mark of aught high-born, or ever better "Tis long since Cynthia and her train were ther :

dress'd. Or guardian gods made innocence their care. Yet in this commerce, under this disguise, Vagrants and outlaw shall offend thy view; Let me be grateful still in Henry's eyes; For stich must be my friends; a hideous crew Lost to the world, let me to him be known :By adverse fortune mix'd in social ill,

My fate I can absolve; if he shall own, Train'd to assault, and disciplin'd to kill : That, leaving all mankind, I love but hiin Their common loves, a lewd abandon'ıl pack,

alone. The beadle's lash still Hagrant on their back : B; sloth corrupted, by disorder fedt,

O wildest thought of an abandon'il mind! Made bold by want, and prostitute for bread: Name, habit, parents, woman, eft behind, With such must Emma hunt the tedious day, Ex'n honor dubious, thou preferr'st to go Assist their violence, and divide iheir prey:

Wild to the woods with me : said Emma so? With such she inust return at setting light,

Or did I dream what Emma never said ? Tho' not partaker, witness of their right. O guilty error! and O wretched maid ! Thy ear, inur'd to charitable sounds, Whose roving fancy would resolve the same 2 And pitsing love, must feel the hateful wounds With him, who next should tempt her easy. Of jest obscene and vulgar ribaldry,

[Hlame. The ill-bred question, and the lewd reply;

And bluw with empty words the susceptiblej Brought by long habitude from bad to worse, Now why should donbtful terms thy mind perMust hear the frequent oath, the diresul curse, Confess thy frailty, and avow thy sex : [plex ? The latest weapon of the wretches war; No longer loose desire for constant love And blasphemy, sad comrade of despair. Mistake; but say, 'tis man with whom thou

Now Emma now the last reflection make, long'st to rove. Whatthouwouldstfollow,whalthoumustforsake:

swords; By our ill-omen'd stars, and adverse heav'n, Are there not poisons, racks, and flames, and Vo middle object to thy choice is given. That Emma thus must die by Henry's words? Or yield thy virtue, to attain thy love; (rove. Yet what could swords or poison, racks or Or leave a banish'd nian condernnil in wouds to

But mangle and disjoint this brittle frame? O grief of heart! that our unhappy fate? More fatal Henry's words: they murler EmForce thee to suffer what thy honor hates;

ma's fame. Mix thee amongst the bad ; or make thee run

And fall these sayings from that gentle tongue, Too near the paths which virtue bide three shun. Where civil speech and soft persuasion hung; Yet with her Henry still let Emma go;

Whose artful sweetness and harmonious stain, With him abhor the vice, but share the woc: Courting my grace, yet courting it in rain, And sure my liulc heart can never err Calld sighs, and tears, and wishes, to its aid ; Amidst the worst ; if Henry still be there. And, whilst it Henry's glowing flame convey'd

Our outward act is prompted from within ; Sillblau'd the coldness of the Nul-lrownmaid? And from the singer's mind procceds the sin : Let envious jealousy and canker'd spite By her own choice free Virtue is approv'd;

Produce iny actions to severest light, Nor by the force of ontward objects mov’d. And tax my open day, or secret night. Who has assayd oo dangor gains no praise, Did e'er my tongue speak my unguarded hicart In a small isle, amidst the sidest seas, The least inclin'd to play the winton's part? Triumphant Constancy has fix'd her sent: Did e'er my eye one in ward thought reveal. In vain the syrens sing, the tempests beat: Which an els night not hear, and virgins tell? Theirflatteryshe rejecis, nor fears their threat. S And hast thou, llenty, in a conduct known

For thee alone these little charms I dres:d ; One fault, but that which I inust never own, Condemn'd them, or abeoled them by thy ecst. That I, of all maukiod, have lov'd but thee In comely figure rang'd, my jewels shonc,

Or negligently plac d, for thee alone :
For thee again they shall be laid aside ; Vainly thou talk'st of loving me alonc:
The wonon, Henry, shall put off her pride Fuch man is man; and all our sex is one.







False are our words, and fickle is our mind : And, when her Henry's softer hours advise
Nor in Love's ritual can we ever find

His servant's absence, with dejected eyes
Vows made to last, or promises to bind. Far I'll recede, and sighs forbid to rise.

By nature prompted, and for empire made, Yet, when increasing zrief brings slow disease; Alike by strength or cunning we invade : And ebbing life, on terms severe as these, When, arm'd withrage, we marchagainsttheroe, Will have its little lamp no longer fed ; We lift the ballé-ax, and draw the bow: When Henry's mistress shows him Emma dead; When, fir'd with passion, we attack the fair, Rescue my poor remains from vile neglect; Delusive sighs and britule vows we bear : With virgin honors let my hearse be deck'd, Our falsehoorl and our arms have cqual use; And decent emblem ; and at least pursuade As they our conquest or delight produce. This happy nymph, that Emma may be laid

The foolish heart thou gav'st, again receive, Where thou, dear author of my death, whereshe, The only boon departing love can give. With frequent eye my sepulchre may see. To be less wretched, be no longer true;[sue?? The nymph amidst her joys may happly breathe What strives to fly thee why shouldst thou pur- One pious sigh, reflecting on niy death, Forget thy present Aame, indulge anew. And the sad fate which she may one day prore, Single the loveliest of the am'rous youth ; Who hopes from Henry's vows eternal love. Ask for his vow ; but hope not for his truth. And thou, forsworn, thou cruel, as thog art, The next man (and the next thou shalt believe) If Emma's innage ever touch'd thy heart; Clear Will pawn his gous, intending to deceive; Thou sure must give one thought and drop one Willkneel, implore, persist,o'ercome,andleave. S To her, whom love abandon'd to despair ; Hence let thy Cupid aim his arrows right: To her, who, dying, on the wounded stone Be wise and false, shun trouble, seek delight; Bid it in lasting characters be known, Change thou the first, nor wait thylover'sflight. Why shouldst thou weep? let Nature judge

our case;
I saw thee young and fair ; pursu'd the chace Hear,solemnJove! and,conscious Venus, hear!
Of youth and beauty: I another saw Andthou, brightinaid, believeme, whilst I swear;
Fairer and youuger: yielding to the law No time, no change, no future flaine, shall more
Of our all-ruling mother, I pursued

The well-plac'd basis of my lasting love.
More youth, more beauty: blest vicissitude ! O powerful virtue! ( viciorious fair!
My active heart still kceps its pristine flame; At least excuse a trial too severe:
The object alter'd, the desire the same. Receive the triumph, and forget the war.

Thisyounger fairer pleads her rightfulcharms; No banish'd man condemn din woods to Tore
With present power compels me to her arms. Entreats thy, pardon, and implores the love:
And inuch I fear from my subjected mind No perjur'd knight desires to quit thy arms,
(If beauty's force to constant love can bind), Fairest collection of thy sex's charms,
That years may roll, ere in her turn the maid Crown of my love, and honor of my youth!
Shall sweep the fury of my love decay'd ; Henry, thy Henry, with eternal truth,
And weeping follow me, as thou dost now, As thon nay'st wish, shall all his life emplos,
With idle claniors of a broken vow.

And found his glory in his Emma's joy.
Nor can the wildness of thy wishes err In me behold the potent Edgar's heir,
So wide, to hope that thou mayst live with her Illustrious earl : him terrible in war
Love, well thou know'st, no partnership allows : Let Loyre confess ; for she has felt his sword
Cupid averse rejects divided vows :

And trembling fled before the British lord. Then froni thy foolish heart, vain maid, remove Him great in peace and wealth fair Deva know?; An useless sorrow, and an ill-starr'd love; For she amidst his spacions meadows flows; And leave me with the fair at large in woods Inclines her urn upon his fatten'd lands; to rove.

And sees his numerous herrl imprint her sands. EMMA.

Andthou, myfair,mydove, shaltraisethythought
Are we in life through one great error led? To greatness next to empire; shalt be brought
Is each man purjur'd and each nymph betray'd? With solemn pomp to my paternal seat;
Of the superior sex art thou the worst? Where peace and plenty on thy word shall wait.
Am I of mine the most completely curst ? Music and song shall wake the marriage-day
Yet let me go with thee; and going prove, And, whilst the priests accuse the bride's delay,
From what I will endure, how much I love. Myrtles and roses shall obstruct her way.

This potent beanty, this triumphant fair, Friendship shall still thy evening feasts adorn:
This happy object of our diff'rent care, And blooming peace shall ever bless thy morn.
Her let me follow; her let me attend, Succeeding years their happy race shall run;
A servant (she may scorn the name of friend): And Age unhecded by delight come on ;
What she demands, incessant I'll prepare : While yet superior Lore shall mock his powe'r;
I'll weave her garlands; and I'll plait her hair : And when old Time shall turn the fated hour,
Niy busy diligence shall deck her board Which only con our well-tied knot unfold:
(For there at least I may approach my lord); What resis of both, one sepulchre shall hold.


Hence then for ever from my Emma's breast, And those, they vow'd, whose lives should imitate
(That heaven of softness, and that seat of rest), These lovers' constancy, should share their fate.
Yedoubts and fears, and all that know to move The queen of beauty stopp'd her bridled doves;
Tormenting grief, and all that trouble lore Approv'd the little labor of the Loves ;
Scatter'd bywindsrecede,andwildinforestsrove. Was proud and pleas'd the mutual vow to hear;

And to the triumph call'd the god of war:
O day the fairest sure that ever rose !

Soon as she calls, the god is always near.

Now, Mars, she said, let Fame exalt her voice; Period and end of anxious Edward's web! Sire of her joy, and source of her delight;

Nor let thy conquests only be her choice :

But when she singsgrcat Edward from the field O wing'd with pleasure take thy happy flight,

Return'd, the hostile spear and captive shield And give each future morn a tincture of thy

In Concord's temple hung, and Gallia taught white.

to yield; Yet tell thy votary, potent queen of love!

And when, as prudent Saturn shall complete Henry, my Henry, will he never rove? Will be ever kind, and just, and good ?

The years design d to perfect Britain's state,

Theswift-wing dpow'rshalliakeher trumpagain, And is there then no mistress in the wood ? None, none, there is

, the thought was rash and To sing her favorite Anna's wondrous reign ; A false idea, and a fancied pain.


To recollect an wearied Marlbro's toils, Doubt shall for ever quit my strengthend heart, Old Rufus hall unequal to his spoils ;

The British soldier from his high command And anxious jealousy's corroding smart; No other inmate shall inhabit there,

Glorious, and Gaul thrice vanquish'd by his But soft Belief, young Joy, and pleasing Care. Let her at least perforin what I desire ; [hand :

With second breath the vocal brass inspire, Hence let the tides of plenty ebb and Aow,

And tell the nations, in no vulgar straiii,
And Fortune's various gale unhecded blow.
If at my feet the sappliant goddess stands,

What wars I manage, and what wreaths I gain. And sheds her treasure with unwearied hands; And, when thy tumults and thy fights are past

; Her present favor cautious I 'll embrace ;

And when thy laurels at iny feet are cast ; And not unthankful use the proffer'd grace :

Faithful may'st thou, like Britiska Henry prove : If she reclaims the temporary boon,

And Emma-like, let me return thy love.

Renown'd for truth, let all thy sons appear; And tries her pinions, flute'ring to be gone ; Secure of mind I 'll obviate her intent,

And constant beauly shall reward their care.

Mars smild, and bow'd: the Cyprian deity And unconcern'd return the goods she lent, Nor happiness can 1, nor misery feel,

Turn'd to the glorious ruler of the sky; From any turn of her fantastic wheel : (pow'rs, And verse, behold my deed, and sing my praise ;

And thou, she smiling said, great god of days Friendship's great laws, and love's superior As on the British earth, my favorite isle, Must mark the color of my future hours. From the events which thy commands create

Thy gentle rays and kindest influence smile, I must my blessings or my' sorrows date:

Thro' all her laughing fields and verdant groves, And Henry's will must dictate Emma's fate.

Proclaim with joy those inemorable loves : Yet while with close delight and inward pride To celebrated sports and Aoral play

From every annual course let one great day (Which from the world any careful soul shall be set aside; and, in the softest lays 1sce thee, lord and end of my desire, [hide) Oft thy poetic sons, be solemn praise, Exalted high as virtue can require ; With power invested, and with pleasure cheerd; To the true Lover, and the Nut-brown Maid.

And everlasting marks of honos paid Sought by the good, by the oppressor fear'd ; Loaded and blest with all the affluent store $ 142. An Heroic Epistle to Sir William Chama Which human rows atsmoking shrines implore; bers, Knight, Comptroller General of his MaGrateful and humble grant me to employ My life subservient only to thy joy;

jesty's Works. and Author of a late Disser

tation on Oriental Gardening. Enriched with And at my death tu bless thy kindness shown

Explanatory Nutes, chiefly extracted from Toher, who of mankind could love but thee alone. that elaborate Performance. ANON.

WHILE thus the constant pair alternate said, Non omnes arbusta juvant humilesque myricae. Joyful above them and around them play'd

Angels and sportive Loves, a numerous crowd; Knight of the Polar Star! hy Fortune plac'd,
Smiling they clapp'd their wings and low. they To shine the Cynosure* of British taste;
Theytumbled all their littlequivers v'er, [bowd': Whose orb collects in one refulgent view
To choose propitious shafts; a precious store, The scatter'd glories of Chinese Virtù ;
That, when theirgod should take his firture darts, and spreads their lustre in so broad a blaze,

To strike (however rarely) constant hearts, That Kingsthemselvesaredazzled, whiletheygaze!
Ilis happy skill might proper arms employ; () let the Muse attend thy march sublime,
All tipp'd with pleasure, and all wing'd withjoy; And, with thy prose, caparison her rhyme;

• Cynosure, an affected phrase ; Cynosure is a Constellation of Ursa Minor, or the Lesser Bear, the next star to the Polç. Dr. Nerroa on the word in Milton.


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