Ah! still delusive the vain pleasure flies, Let Hope's wild wing ne'er stoop to Fortune's sphere; For terror, anguish, discontent are there; But soar with strong and steady flight sublime, The well-earn'd favour of the good and wise. TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE LADY CHARLOTTE GORDON, DRESSED IN A TARTAN SCOTCH BONNET, WITH PLUMES. WHY, lady, wilt thou bind thy lovely brow With the dread semblance of that warlike helm, That nodding plume, and wreath of various glow, That grac'd the chiefs of Scotia's ancient realm ? Thou know'st that Virtue is of power the source, The plumy helmet, and the martial mien, Smiles, graces, gentleness, her only arms. TRANSLATIONS. ANACREON. ODE XXII. Παρὰ τὴν σκίην, Βάθυλλε, BATHYLLUS, in yonder lone grove To shade us the branches above And gales warble wild through the boughs: THE BEGINNING OF THE FIRST BOOK OF LUCRETIUS. Eneadum Genetrix v. 1-45 MOTHER of mighty Rome's imperial line, Delight of man, and of the powers divine, Through seas, and fertile plains, and all that lies Beneath the starr'd expansion of the skies! Prepar'd by thee, the embryo springs to day, And opes its eyelids on the golden ray. At thy approach the clouds tumultuous fly, And the hush'd storms in gentle breezes die; Flowers instantaneous spring; the billows sleep; A wavy radiance smiles along the deep; At thy approach, th' untroubled sky refines, And all serene Heaven's lofty concave shines. Soon as her blooming form the Spring reveals, And Zephyr breathes his warm prolific gales, The feather'd tribes first catch the genial flame, And to the groves thy glad return proclaim. Thence to the beasts the soft infection spreads ; The raging cattle spurn the grassy meads, Burst o'er the plains, and frantic in their course, Cleave the wild torrents with resistless force. Won by thy charms thy dictates all obey, And eager follow where thou lead'st the way. Whatever haunts the mountains, or the main, The rapid river, or the verdant plain, Or forms its leafy mansion in the shades, All, all thy universal power pervades: Each panting bosom melts to soft desires, And with the love of propagation fires. And since thy sovereign influence guides the reins Of nature, and the universe sustains; Since nought without thee bursts the bonds of To hail the happy realms of heavenly light; [night, |