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Thou, like Alcides, early didst begin,

Had not Britannia's chief withstood
And ev'n a child didst laurels uin.

The threaten'd deluge, and repellid,
Two snaky plagues around his cradle twin'd, To its forsaken banks, th' unwilling flood,
Sent by the jealous wife of Jove,

And in his hand the scales of balanc'à kingdoms held. In speckled wreaths of Death they strove, Well was this mighty trust repos'd in thee, The mighty babe to bind :

Whose faithful soul, from private interest free, And twisted Faction, in thy infancy,

(Interests which vulgar princes know) Darted her forked tongue at thee.

O'er all its passions sat exalted high, But, as Jove's offspring slew his hissing foes; As Teneriff's top enjoys a purer sky, So thou, descended from a line

And sees the moving clouds at distance fly below. Of patriots no less divine, Didst quench the brutal rage of those,

Whoe'er thy warlike annals reads, Who durst thy dawning worth oppose.

Behold reviv'd our valiant Edward's deeds. The viper Spite, crush'd by thy virtue, shed

Great Edward and his glorious son' Its yellow juice, and at thy feet lay dead.

Will own themselves in thee outdone, Thus, like the Sun, did thy great Genius rise,

Though Crecy's desperate fight eternal honours won. With clouds around his sacred head,

Though the fifth Henry too does claim Yet soon dispell’d the dropping mists, and gilded all

A shining place among Britannia's kings, the skies.

And Agincourt has rais'd his lofty name;

Yet the loud voice of ever-living Fame
Great Julius, who with.generous envy view'd Of thee more numerous triumphs sings.
The statue of brave Philip's braver son,

But, though no chief contends with thee,
And wept to think what such a youth subdued, In all the long records of history,
While, more in age, himself had yet so little done,

Thy own great deeds together strive,
Had wept much more, if he had liv'd to see Which shall the fairest light derive,
The glorious deeds achiev'd by thee;

On thy immortal memory; To see thee, at a beardless age,

Whether Seneft's amazing field
Stand arm'd against th' invader's rage,

To celebrated Mons shall yield;
And bravely fighting for thy country's liberty; Or both give place to more amazing Boyne;
While he inglorious laurels sought,

Or if Namur's well-cover'd siege must all the rest And not to save his country fought;

outshine! While he stain upon the greatest name, That e'er before was known to fame!

While in Hibernia's fields the labouring swain When Rome, his awful mother, did demand Shall pass the plough o'er skulls of warriors slain, The sword from his unruly hand,

And turn up bones, and broken spears, The sword she gave before,

Amaz'd, he'll show his fellows of the plain, Enrag'd, he spurn'd at her command,

The reliques of victorious years; Hurlid at her breast the impious steel, and bath'd it in And tell, how swift thy arms that kingdom did reher gore.

Flandria, a longer witness to thy glory, [gain.

With wonder too repeats thy story; Far other battles thou hast won,

How oft the foes thy lifted sword have seen Thy standard still the public good:

In the hot battle, when it bled Lavish of thine, to save thy people's blood:

At all its open veins, and oft have fled, And when the hardy task of war was done,

As if their evil genius thou hadst been: With what a mild well-temper'd mind,

How, when the blooming Spring began t'appear, (A mind unknown to Rome's ambitious son)

And with new life restor'd the year, Thy powerful armies were resign'd;

Confederate princes usd to cry; This victory o'er thyself was more,

“ Call Britain's king—the sprightly trumpet sound, Than all thy conquests gain'd before :

And spread the joyful summons round! "T'was more than Philip's son could do,

Call Britain's king, and Victory!” When for new worlds the madman cry'd;

So when the flower of Greece, to battle led Nor in his own wild breast had spy'd

In Beauty's cause, just vengeance swore Towers of ambition, hills of boundless pride,

l'pon the foul adulterer's head, Too great for armies to subdue.

That from her royal lord the ravish'd Helen bore,

The Grecian chiefs, of mighty faine, O savage lust of arbitrary sway!

Impatient for the son of Thetis wait : Insatiate fury, which in man we find,

At last the son of Thetis carne; In barbarous man, to prey upon his kind, And make the world, enslav'd, his vicious will obey! Troy shook her nodding towers, and mourn'd th' im How has this fiend, Ambition, long defac'd

pending fate. Heaven's works, and laid the fair creation waste !

O sacred Peace! goddess serene ! Ask silver Rhine, with springing rushes crown'd,

Adorn'd with robes of spotless white, As to the sea his waters flow,

Fairer than silver floods of light! Where are the numerous cities now,

How short has thy mild empire been ! That once he saw, his honour'd banks around?

When pregnant Time brought forth this new-bor Scarce are their silent ruins found;

At first we saw thee gently smile {age But, in th’ ensuing age,

On the young birth, and thy sweet voice awhile Trampled into common ground,

sing rage.

Sung a soft charm to martial rage:
Will hide the horrid monuments of Gaul's destroy-
All Europe too had shar'd this wretched fate,
And mourn d her heavy woes too late,

| Edward III. and the Black Prince,


But soon the lion wak'd again, (mane.

· ANACREON. And stretch'd his opening claws, and shook his grisly

Soon was the year of triumphs past;
And Janus, ushering in a new,

Ar dead of night, when mortals lose
With backward look did pompous scenes review; Their various cares in soft repose,
But his fore-face with frowns was overcast;

I heard a knocking at my door: He saw the gathering storms of war,

“ Who's that,” said I, " at this late hour And bid his priests aloud, his iron gates unbar.

Disturbs my rest?”—It sobb'd and cry'd, But Heaven its hero can no longer spare,

And thus in mournful tone reply'd: To mix in our tumultuous broils below;

“A poor unhappy child am i, Yet suffer'd his foreseeing care,

That's come to beg your charity;
Those bolts of vengeance to prepare,

Pray let ine in ! You need not fear;
Which other hands shall throw;

I mean no harm, I vow and swear;
That glory to a mighty queen remains,

But, wet and cold, crave shelter here; To triumph o'er th'extinguish'd foe;

Betray'd by night, and led astray, She shall supply the Thunderer's place?;

I've lost-alas! I've lost my way.” As Pallas, from th' ethereal plains,

Mov'd with this little tale of fate, Warr'd on the giants' impious race,

flow. I took a lamp, and op'd the gate; And laid their huge demolish'd works in smoky ruins

When see a naked boy before Then Anne's shall rival great Eliza's reign;

The threshold; at his back he wore
And William's Genius, with a grateful smile,

A pair of wings, and by his side
Look down, and bless this happy isle;

A crooked bow and quiver ty'd.
And Peace, restor'd, shall wear her olive crown

My pretty angel! come,” said I,

“ Come to the fire, and do not cry!"
I strok'd his neck and shoulders bare,
And squeez'd the water from his hair;

Then chaf'd his little hands in mine,

And cheer'd him with a draught of wine.

Recover'd thus, says he; “ I'd know,

Whether the rain has spoiled my bow;
APOLLO, god of sounds and verse,

Let's try”-then shot me with a dart. Pathetic airs and moving thoughts inspire !

The venom throbb’d, did ake and smart, Whilst we thy Damon's praise rehearse:

As if a bee had stung my heart. Damon himself could animate the lyre.

“ Are these your thanks, ungrateful child, Apollo, god of sounds and verse,

Are these your thanks?”—Th’impostor smild: Pathetic airs and moving thoughts inspire !

Farewell, my loving host,” says he; Look down! and warm the song with thy celestial fire.

“ All's well; my bow's unhurt, I see;

But what a wretch I've made of thee !"
Ah, lovely youth! when thou wert here,
Thyself a young Apollo did appear;

Young as that god, so sweet a grace,

Such blooming fragrance in thy face; So soft thy air, thy visage so serene, That harmony ev’n in thy look was seen.

PYRAMUS AND THISBE. But when thou didst th'obedient strings command,

FROM THE FOURTH BOOK OF OviD'S METAMORPHOSES. And join in consort thy melodious hand, Where Babylon's proud walls, erected high Et'n Fate itself, such wondrous strains to hear,

By fam'd Semiramis, ascend the sky, Fate had been charm'd, had Fate an ear.

Dwelt youthful Pyramus, and Thisbe fair; Bat what does Music's skill avail?

Adjoining houses held the lovely pair. When Orpheus did his loss deplore,

His perfect form all other youths surpass'd; Trees bow'd attentive to his tale;

Charms such as hers no eastern beauty grac'd. Hush'd were the winds, wild beasts forgot to roar; Near neighbourhood the first acquaintance drew, But dear Eurydice came back no more.

An early promise of the love tensue. Then cease, ye sons of Harmony, to mourn;

Time nurs'd the growing flame; had Fate been kind, Since Damon never can return.

The nuptial rites their faithful hands had join'd; See, see! he mounts, and cleaves the liquid way!

But, with vain threats, forbidding parents strove Bright choirs of angels, on the wing,

To check the joy; they could not check the love. For the new guest's arrival stay,

Each captive heart consumes in like desire; And hymns of triumph sing.

The more conceal'd, the fiercer rag'd the fire. They bear him to the happy seats above,

Soft looks, the silent eloquence of eyes, Sats of eternal harmony and love;

And secret signs, secure from household spies, Where artful Purcell went before.

Exchange their thoughts; the common wall, be

tween Cease then, ye sons of Music, cease to mourn: Your Darnon never will return,

Each parted house, retain'd a chink, unseen,
No, never, never more!

For ages past. The lovers soon espy'd
This small defect, for Love is eagle-ey'd,

And in soft whispers soon the passage try'd. a Vicem gerit illa Tonantis: the motto on her Safe went the murmur'd sounds, and every day majesty's coronation medals.

A thousand amorous blandishments convey;


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And often, as they stood on either side,

As when, a conduit broke, the streams shoot bigha To catch by turns the flitting voice, they cry'd, Starting in sudden fountains through the sky,

Why, envious Wall, ah! why dost thou destroy So spouts the living stream, and sprinkled o'er The lovers' hopes, and why forbid the joy?

The tree's fair berries with a crimson gore, How should we bless thee, would'st thou yield to While, sapp'd in purple floods, the conscious root charms,

Transmits the stain of murder to the fruit. And, opening, let us rush into each other's arms! The fair, who fear'd to disappoint her love, At least, if that's too much, afford a space

Yet trembling with the fright, forsook the grove, To meeting lips, nor shall we slight the grace; And sought the youth, impatient to relate We owe to thee this freedom to complain,

Her new adventure, and th' avoided fate. And breathe our vows, but vows, alas! in vain." She saw the vary'd tree had lost its white, Thus having said, when evening call’d to rest, And doubting stood if that could be the right, The faithful pair on either side imprest

Nor doubted long; for now her eyes beheld An intercepted kiss, then bade good-night; A dying person spurn the sanguine field. But when th’ ensuing dawn had put to flight Aghast she started back, and shook with pain, The stars; and Phæbus, rising from his bed, As rising breezes curl the trembling main. Drank up the dews, and dry'd the Rowery mead, She gaz'd awhile entranc'd; but when she found Again they meet, in sighs again disclose

It was her lover weltering on the ground, Their grief, and last this bold design propose; She beat her lovely breast, and tore her hair, That, in the dead of night, both would deceive Clasp'd the dear corpse, and, frantic in despair, Their keepers, and the house and city leave; Kiss'd his cold face, supply'd a briny food And lest, escap'd, without the walls they stray To the wide wound, and ningled tears with blood. In pathless fields, and wander from the way,

Say, Pyramus, oh say, what chance severe At Ninus' tomb their meeting they agree,

Has snatch'd thee from my arms?. Beneath the shady covert of the tree;

'Tis thy own Thisbe calls, look up and hear!” The tree, well-known, near a cool fountain grew, At Thisbe's name he lifts bis dying eyes, And bore fair mulberries of snowy hue.

And, having seen her, clos'd them up, and dics. The prospect pleas'd; the Sun's unwelcome light But when she knew the bloody veil, and spy'd (That slowly seem'd to move, and slack his flight) The ivory scabbard empty by his side, Sunk in the seas; from the same seas arose the sable “ Ab, wretched youth,” said she, “by love betray'a! night;

Thy hapless hand guided the fatal blade. When, stealing through the dark, the crafty fair Weak as I am, I boast as strong a love; Unlock'd the door, and gain'd the open air;

For such a deed, this hand as bold shall prove. Love gave her courage; unperceiv'd she went, I'll follow thee to death; the world shall call Wrapp'd in a veil, and reach'd the monument. Thisbe the cause, and partner of thy fall; Then sat beneath th’appointed tree alone;

And er’n in death, which could alone disjoin But, by the glimmering of the shining moon, Our persons, yet in death thou shalt be mine. She sat not long, before from far she spy'u

But hear, in both our names, this dying prayer, A lioness approach the fountain-side ;

Ye wretched parents of a wretched pair! Fierce was her glare, her foamy paws in blood Let in one urn our ashes be confin'd, Of slaughter'd bulls besmear'd, and foul with food; Wbom mutual love and the same fate have join'd. For, reeking from the prey, the savage came, And thou, fair Tree, beneath whose friendly shade To drown her thirst within the neighbouring stream. One lifeless lover is already laid, Affrighted Thisbe, trembling at the sight,

And soon shall cover two; for ever wear Fled to a darksome den, but in her flight

Death's sable hue', and purple berries bear!” Her veil dropp'd off behind. Deep of the flood She said, and plunges in her breast the sword, The monster drank, and, satiate, to the wood Yet warm, and reeking from its slaughter'd lord. Returning, found the garment as it lay,

Relenting Heaven allows her last request,
And, torn with bloody feet, dispers'd it in her way. And pity touch'd their mournful parents breast
Related Pyramus arriv'd, and found

The fruit, when ripe, a purple jye retains;
The mark of savage feet along the sandy ground: And in one urn are plac'd their dear remains.
All pale he turn'd; but soon as he beheld
The crimson'd vesture scatter'd o'er the field,
“ One night,” he cry'd, “two lovers shall destroy!
She worthy to have liv'd long years of joy,
But mine's the forfeit life; unhappy maid !

THE TRIUMPH OF LOVE. 'Twas I that slew thee, I th' appointinent made;

IN IMITATION OF OVID, AMORUM LIB. 1. ELEG. To places full of death thy innocence betray'd, And caine not first myself, hither haste,


me, some god, whence does this change arise ; Ye lions all, that roam this rocky waste !

Why gentle Sleep forsakes my weary eyes? Tear my devoted entrails, gnaw, divide,

Why, turning often, all the tedious night And gorge your famine in my open'd side!

In pain I lie, and watch the springing light?-But cowards call for death!”—Thus having spoke, What cruel demon haunts my tortur'd mind? The fatal garınent from the ground he took,

Sure, if 'twere Love, I should th’invader find; And bore it to the tree; ardent he kiss'd,

Unless disguis'd he lurks, the crafty boy, And bath'd in fouing tears the well-knownı vest: With silent arts ingenious to destroy. Now take a second stain," the lover said,

Alas! 'tis so'tis tix'd the secret dart; While from his side he snatch'd his sharpen'd blade, I feel the tyrant ravaging my heart. And drove it in his groin; then from the wound Then, shall I yield ? or th' infant flame oppose ! Withdrew the stcel, and, staggering, fell to ground: 1 yieid ! Resistance would increase my woes:

For struggling slaves a sharper doom sustain, Does th' embroider'd meads adorn;
Than such as stoop obedient to the chain.

Where the fawns and satyrs play lown thy power, almighty Love! I'm thine; In the merry month of May. With pinion'd hands behold me here resign!

Steal the blush of opening morn;. Let this submission then my life obtain:

Borrow Cynthia's silver white, Small praise 'twill ve, if thus unarm'd I'm slain. When she shines at noon of night, Go, join thy mother's doves; with myrtle braid thy Free from clouds to veil her light. hair;

Juno's bird his tail shall spread,
The god of war himself a chariot shall prepare;

Iris' bow its colour shed,
Then thou triumphant through the shouting throng All to deck this charming piece,
Shalt ride, and move with art the willing birds along; Far surpassing ancient Greece.
While captive youths and maids, in solemn state, First her graceful stature show,
Adorn the scene, and on thy triumph wait.

Not too tall, nor yet too low,
There 1, a later conquest of thy bow,

Fat she must not be, nor lean;
In chajns will follow too; and as I go,

Let her shape be straight and clean;
To pitying eyes the new-made wound will show. Small her waist, and thence increas'd,
Next, all that dare Love's sovereign power defy, Gently swells her rising breast.
In fetters bound, inglorious shall pass by:

Next in comely order trace
All shall subunit to thee Th’applauding crowd All the glories of her face.
Shall lift their hands, and sing thy praise aloud. Paint her neck of ivory,
Soft looks shall in thy equipage appear,

Smiling cheeks and forehead high,
With amorous Play, Mistake, and jealous Fear. Ruby lips, and sparkling eyes,
Be this thy guard, great Lore! be this thy train ; Whence resistless lightning flies.
Since these extend o'er men and gods thy reign; Foolish Muse! what hast thou done?
But robb'd of these, thy power is weak and vain. Scarce th' outlines are yet begun,
From Heaven thy mother shall thy pomp survey, Ere thy pencil's thrown aside!
And, smiling, scatter fragrant showers of roses in thy “ 'Tis no matter," Love reply'd;
Whilst thou, array'd in thy unrivall’d pride, (way, (Love's unlucky god stood by).
On golden wheels, all gold thyself, shalt ride: “ At one stroke behold how I

Thy spreading wings shall richest diamonds wear, Will th' unfinish'd draught supply."
Aed gems shall sparkle in thy lovely hair.

Smiling then he took his dart,
Thus passing by, thy arm shall hurl around And drew her picture in my heart.
Ten thousand fires, ten thousand hearts shall wound.
This is thy practice, Love, and this thy gain;
From this thou canst not, if thou would'st, refrain:

Since er’n thy presence, with prolific heat,
Does reach the heart, and active flames create.

Let Phæbus his late happiness rehearse,
From conquer'd India, so the jovial god',

And grace Barn-Elms with never-dying verse! Drawn o'er the plains by harness'd tigers, rode.

Smooth was the Thames, his waters sleeping lay, Thto since, great Love, I take a willing place

Unwak'd by winds that o'er the surface play; Amidst thy spoils, the sacred show to grace;

When th' early god, arising from the east, O cease to wound, and let thy fatal store

Disclos'd the golden dawn, with blushes drest. Of piercing shafts be spent on me no more.

First in the stream his own bright form he sces, No more, too powerful in my charmer's eyes,

But brighter forins shine through the neighbouring

trees. Torment a slave, that for her beauty dies; O look in smiles from thence, and I shall be

He speeds the rising day, and sheds his light 4 stare no longer, but a god, like thee.

Redoubled on the grove, to gain a nearer sight.
Not with more speed his Daphne he pursu'd,
Nor fair Leucothoe with such pleasure view'd;

Five dazzling nymphs in graceful pomp appear;

He thinks his Daphne and Leucothoe here, Cone, my Muse, a Venus draw;

Join'd with that heavenly three, who on mount Ide Not the same the Grecians saw,

Descending once the prize of beauty try'd. Be the fam'd Apelles wrought,

Ye verdant Elms, that towering grace this grove, Beauteous offspring of bis thought,

Be sacred still to Beauty and to Love! o fantastic goddess mine,

No thunder break, nor lightning glare between Hition far she does outshine.

Your twisted boughs, but such as then was seen, Queen of fancy! hither bring

The grateful Sun will every morning rise On the gaudy-feather's wing

Propitious here, saluting from the skies ultne beauties of the Spring,

Your lofty tops, indulg'd with sweetest air, Like the bee's industrious pains

And every spring your losses he'll repair;

Nor his own laurels more shall be his care
To collect his golden gains,
So from every power and plant
Gather first th' immortal paint.
Fetch me lilies, fetch me roses,
Daisies, violets, cowslip-posies,

Amaranthus, parrot-pride,

AND THE SICKNESS OP THE FORMER marbres, pinks, and what beside

As altar raise to Friendship’s holy flame, * Bacchus.

Toscrib'd with Phæbe's and Asteria's namel



Around it, mingled in a solemn band,

With open arms, Asteria shall receive Let Phæbe's lovers, and Asteria's stand,

The dearest pledge propitious Heaven can give. With fervent vows t'attend the sacrifice;

Fann'd by these winds, your friendship's generous While rich perfumes from melted gums arise,

fire To bribe for Phæbe's health the partial skies. Shall burn more bright, and to such heights aspire,

Forbid it, Love, that sickly blasts consume The wondering world shall think you from above
The flower of beauty in its tender bloom !

Come down to teach how happy angels love.
Shall she so soon to her own Heaven retire,
Who gave so oft, yet never felt thy fire?
Who late at splendid feasts so graceful shone,

By pleasing smiles and numerous conquests known;
Where, 'midst the brightest nymphs, she bore the Fame of Dorinda's conquest brought
From all from all but her Asteria's eyes. (prize The god of Love her charms to view;
Behold the maid, who then secure repellid

To wound th’unwary maid he thought,
The shafts of Love, by fainting sickness quella! But soon became her conquest too.
(As Beauty's goddess once a wound sustain'd,
Not froin her son, but from a mortal'st hand) He dropp'd, half drawn, his feeble bow,
Asteria too forgets her sprightly charms,

He look'd, he rav'd, and sighing pin'd;
And drooping lies within her Phæbe's arms.

And wish'd in vain he had been now, Thus in romantic histories we read

As painters falsely draw him, blind.
Of tournaments by some great prince decreed,

Disarm'd, he to his mother flies;
Where two companion-knights their lances wield
With matchless force, and win, from all, the field ; Who now will pay us sacrifice?

Help, Venus, help thy wretched son!
Till one, o'erheated in the course, retires,

For Love himself's, alas! undone.
And feels within his veins a fever's fires;
His grieving friend his laurels throws away, To Cupid now no lover's prayer
And mourns the dear-bought triumphs of the day. Shall be address'd in suppliant sighs;
So strict's the union of this tender pair,

My darts are gone, but oh! beware,
What Heaven decrees for one, they both must share. Fond mortals, of Dorinda's eyes.
Like meeting rivers, in one stream they now,
And no divided joys or sorrows know,
Not the bright twins', preferr'd in Heaven to shine,

Fair Leda's sons, in such a league could join.
One sonl, as fables tell, by turns supply'd

Around your couch whilst sighing lovers view That heavenly pair, by turns they liv’d and dy'd : Wit, beauty, goodness, suffering all in you; But these have sworn a matchless sympathy,

So mournful is the scene, 'tis hard to tell They'll live together, or together die.

Which face betrays the sick, or who is well. When Heaven did at Asteria's birth bestow They feel not their own pains, while yours they share, Those lavish charms, with which she wounds us so,

Worse tortur'd now, than lately by despair. To form her glorious mind, it did inspire

For bleeding veins a like relief is found, A double portion of th' ethereal fire,

When iron red-hot by burning stops the wound. That half might afterward be thence convey'd, Grant, Heaven,” they cry, "this moment our deTo animate that other lovely maid.

To see her well, though we the next expire.” [sire,
Thus native instinct does their hearts combine,
In knots too close for Fortune to untwine.
So India boasts a tree, that spreads around

Its amorousboughs,which, hending, reach theground, Ye swains, whom radiant Beauty moves,
Where taking root again, the branches raise
A second tree to meet its fond embrace;

Or Music's art with sounds divine,
Then side by side the friendly neighbours thrive,

Think how the rapturous charm improves, Fed by one sap, and in each other live.

Where two such gifts celestial join; Of Phoebe's health we need not send to know

Where Cupid's bow, and Phæbus' lyre, How Nature strives with her invading foe,

In the same powerful hand are found; What symptoms good or ill each day arise;

Where lovely eyes infame desire, We read those changes in Asteria's eyes.

While trembling notes are taught to wound,
Thus in some crystal fountain you may spy
The face of Heaven, and the reflected sky,

Inquire not who's the matchless fair,
See what black clouds arise, when tempests lower, That can this double death bestow :
And gathering mists portend a falling shower, If young Harmonia's strains you hear,
And when the Sun breaks out, with conquering ray Or view her eyes, too well you'll know.
To chase the darkness, and restore the day.

Such be thy fate, bright maid! from this decline
Arise renew'd thy charms, and doubly shiue !

And as that dawning planet was addrest
With offer'd incense by th' adoring Fast,

Cupid, survey thy shining train around
So we'll with songs thy glad recovery greet,

Of favourite nymphs, for conquest most renown'd; The Muse shall lay her presents at thy feet ;

The lovely warriors that in bright array
Thy power support, and propagate thy sway.

what beauteous general wilt thou choose, A Diomedes. Castor and Pollux, To lead the fair brigade against thy rebel foes?

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