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The fleet careen'd, the wind propitious fill'd Full on my 'fenceless head its phial'd wrath
The swelling fails, the glittering transports wavid May fate exhaust; and for my happiest houe
Their pennants gay, and halcyon’s azurc wing Exalt the vengeance I prepare for thee!
With flight auspicious skimm'd the placid main. Ah me! nor Henry's, nor his country's foe,
On her lone couch in tears Elvira lay,

On thee I gaz'd, aud reason foon dispelld
And chid th' officious wind, the tempting sea, Dim error's gloom, and to thy favour'd ifle
And wilh'd a storm as merciless, as tore

Alliga'd its total, merit, unrestrain'd.
Her labouring bosom. Fondly now she strove Oh! lovely region to the candid eye!
To banish pallion ; now the vassal days,

'Twas there my fancy saw the Virtues dwell,
The captive moments, that so smoothly past The Loves, the Graces play; and bleft the soil
By many an art recall’d; now from her lute That nurtur'd thee ! for sure the Virtues form'd
With trembling fingers callid the favourite sounds Thy generous breast; the Loves, the Graces,
Which Henry deign'd to praise and now elsay'd plann'd
With mimic chains of fisken fillets wove

Thy shapely limbs. Relation, birth, essay'd
To paint her captive state; if any fraud

Their partial power in vain : again I gaz'd,
Might to her love the scenes prolong,

And Albion's ifle appear'd, amidst a tract
And with the dear idea feaft the foal.

Of savage wastes, the darling of the skies!
But now the chief returned : prepared to launch And thou by nature forni’d, by fate aflign'd,
On ocean's willing breast, and bid adieu

To paint the genius of thy native shore.
To his fair prisoner. She, soon as the heard 'Tis true, with flowers, with many a dazzling
His hated errand, now no more conceal'd

The raging fame; but, with a spreading blush Of burnish'd plants, to lure a female eye,
And rising figh, the latent pang disclos’d. Iberia glows: but ah ! the genial sun,

" Yes, generous youth! I see thy bosom glow That gilds the lemon's fruit, or scenes the flower,
With virtuous transport, that the task is thine On Spanish minds, a nation's nobler boast !
To solve my chains; and to my weeping friends, Beams forth ungentle influences. There
And every longing relative, refore

Sits jealousy enthren’d, and at each ray
A soft-cy'd maid, a mild offenceless prey! Exultant lights his flow consuming fires.
But know, my ioldier, never youthful mind, Not such thy charming region ; long before
Torn from the lavish joys of wild expence My sweet experience taught nie to decide
By him he loath'd, and in a dungeon bound Of English worth, the found had pleas'd mine
To languish out his bloom, could catch the pains
This ill-ftar'd freedom gives my tortur'd mind Is there that savage coast, that rude sojourn,

What call I freedom ? is it that these limbs, Stranger to Britisn worth? the worth which forms
From rigid bolts secure, may wander far

The kindest friends; the niost tremendous foes;
From him I love ? Alas ! ere 1 inay boast First, best supports of liberty and love !
That sacred blefling, some superior power No, let (ubjected India, while he throws
'To mortal kings, to sublunary thrones,

O'er Spanish deeds the veil, your praise resound.
Must loose my passion, must unchain mý soul. Long as I heard, or ere in fiory read
Ev’n that I loath ; all liberty I loath !

Of English fame, my bias'd partial breast
But most the joyless privilege to gaze

Wilh'd them success, and, happiest she, I cry'd,
With cold indifference, where desert is love. Of woman happiest she, who thares the love,

True, I was born an alien to those eyes I he fame, the virtues, ofan English lord !
I ask alone to please; my fortune's crime! And now what Iball I say? bleft be the hour
And ah! this flatter'd form by dress endear'd Your fair-built vessels touch'd th' Iberian fore;
To Spanish eyes, by dress may thine offend, Bleít did I say the time? if I may bless
Whilst I, ill-faced maid! ordain'd to strive That lov'd event, let Henry's 1miles declare.
With custom's load, beneath its weight expire. Our hcares and cities won, will Henry's youth

Yet Henry's beauties knew in foreign garb Forego its nobler conquest? will he flight
To vanquish me; his form, howe'er disguis'd, The Toft endearments of the lovelier spoil ?
To me were fatal! no fantastic robe

And yet Iheria's sons, with every yow,
That e'er caprice invented, custom wore, Of laiting faith, have sworn these humble charms
Or folly (mild on, could eclipse thy charms. Were not excell’d; the source of all their pains,

Perhaps by birth decreed, by fortune plac'd And love her jult defert, who fues for love;
Thy country's foe, Elvira's warmest plea But su«s to ther, while natives figh in vain.
Seems but the subtlcr accent fraud inspires; Perhaps in Henry's eye (for vulgar minds
My tenderest glances, but the specious flowers Diffent from his, it spreads an hateful stain
That shade the viper while she plots her wound. On honeft fanze, amid his train to bear
And can the trembling candidate of love

A female friend. Then learn, my gentle youth !
Awake thy fears ? and can a female breast Not love himself, with all the pointed pains
By ties of grateful duty bound, ensnare?

That store his quiver, shall seduce my soul
Is there no brighter mien, no softer finile From honour's laws. Elvira once deny'd
l'or love to wear, to dark deceit unknown? A consort's name, more swift than lightning flies,
Heaven search my soul, and if through all its cells When elements discordant vex the sky,
Lurk the pernicious drop of poisonous guile; Shall blushing from the form Ne loves retire.



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Yet if the specious with, the vnlgar voice By merit rais’d; by gratitude approv'd; Has titled prudence, sways a soul like thine, By hope confirmd ; with artless truth reveal'd; In gems or gold, what proud Iberian dame Let, let me say, but for one matchless maid Eclipses me? Nor paint the dreary storms of happier birih, with mutual ardor crown'd. Or hair-breadth 'scapes that haunt the boundless These radiant gems, which burnish happiness, deep,

But mock misfortune, to thy favourite's hand And force from tender eyes the filent tear ; with care convey. And well may-fuch adorn When memory to the penfive maid fuggests, Her chearful front, who finds in thee alone In full contrast, the safe domestic scene

The source of every transport; but disgrace For these refign’d. Beyond the frantic rage My penfive breast, which doom'd to lasting woe, Of conquering heroes brave, the female mind, In thee the source of every bliss religns. When fieel'd by love, in love's most horrid way And now farewel, thou darling youth! the Beholds not danger, or beholding fcorns.

gem Heaven take my life, but let it crown my love." of English merit! peace, content, and joy,

She ceas’d, and cre his words her fate decreed, And tender hopes, and young desires, farewel! Impatient watch'd the language of his eye : Attend, ye smiling train, this gallant mind There pity dwelt, and from its tender sphere Back to his native Thores; there sweetly (nrooth Sent looks of love, and faithless hopes inspir'd. His evening pillow; dance around his groves;

Forgive me, generous maid, the youth re- | And, where he treads, with violets paint his way. turn'd,

But leave Elviraleave her, now no more if, by thy accents charm’d, thus long I bore Your frail companion! in the sacred cells To let such sweetness plead, alas ! in vain ! Of some lone cloister let me shroud my shame ;Thy virtue merits more than crowus can yield There, to the matin bell, obsequious, pour Of solid bliss, or happiest love, bestow.

My constant orisons. The wanton Loves, But ere from rative ihore I plough'd the main, And gay Desires, small spy the glimmering towTo one dear maid, by virtue and by charms

ers, Alone endear'd, ny plighted vows ! gave ; And wing their flight aloof: but rest confirmed, To guard my faith, whatever chance fhould wait • That never fail Elvira's tongue conclude My warring sword : if conqueft, fame, and spoil, Her shortest prayer, ere Henry's dear success Grac'd my return, before her feet to pour The warmest'accent of her zeal employ." The glittering treasure, and the laurel wreath ;

Thus spoke the weeping fair, whose artless Enjoying conquest then, and fame, and spoil,

mind If fortune frown'd adverse, and death forbade Impartial scorn'd to model her esteem The blissful union, with my latelt breath

Hy native customis; dref , and íace, and air, To dwell on Medway's and Maria's name.

And manners, less; nor yet refolv'd in vain. This ardent vow deep-ruoted, from my soul He, bound by prior love, the folema vow No dangers tore ; this vow my bosom fiz'd Given and receiv'd, to soft compassion gave To.conquer danger, and the spoil enjoy.

A tender tear ; then with that kind adieu Her shall I leave, with fair events elate, Litcem could warrant, weary'd heaven with Who crown'd mine humbleit fortunc with her

prayers love?

To shield that tender breast he left forlorn. Her shall I leave, who now perchance alone He ceas'd, and to the cloister's pensive scene Climbs the proud cliff, and chides my low re- Elvira Nap'd'd her solitary way.

turn ?
And shall that veffel, whose approaching fails
Shall swell her brealt with extacies, convey
Death to her hopes, and anguifh to her soul?

No! may the deep my villaiy-corse devour,

1 In imitation of SPENSER.. If all the wealth Iberian mines conceal, If all the charnis Iberian maids disclose,

“ Auditæ voces, vagitus et ingens, If thive, Elvira, thine, uniting all ?

" Infantumque animæ fentes in limine primo." I hus far prevail-nor can thy virtuous breast

VIRG. Demanıl, what honour, faith, and love denies.'

ADVERTISEMENT. “Oh ! happy she, rejoin'd the pensive maid, Who shares thy fame, thy virtue, and thy love!

What particulars in Spenser were imagined most proper

for the Author's imitation on this Oscar And be she happy ! thy distinguish'd choice Declares her worth, and vindicates her claim.

fron, are his languuge, his fimplicity, his manner Farewell my luckless hopes, my flattering dreams

of i escription, and a peculiar tenderness of sentia

ment remarkable throughout his works. Of rapturous days ! iny guilty luit, farewell! Yet, fond howe'er my plea, or deep the wound

H me! full forely is my heart forlorn, That waits my fame, let not the random shaft

To think how 'modeit worth neglected Of cenfure pierce with me th' Iberian dames : They love with caution and with happier stars. While partial fame doth with her blasts adorn And oh! by pity mov'd, refrain the taunts

Suca divus alone, as pr:de and pomp Of levity, nor brand Elvira's flame;


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Deeds of ill fort, and misi hicvous cmprize : Were the stern god to give his slaves the rein?
Lend me thy clarion, goddess ! let me try And were not the rebellious breasts to quell,
To sound the praise of merit, ere it dies; And were not the her statutes to maintain,
Such as I oft have chaunced to espy,

The cot no mire, I woen, were deem'd the
Lost in the dreary shades of dull obscurity.

In every village mark'd with little spire, Where comely peace of mind, and decent order

Embower'd in trees, and hardly known to

A ruflet stole was o'er her shoulders thrown;
There dwells, in lowly shed, and mean a'tire,

A rullet kirtle fenc'd the nipping air ;
A matron old, whom we school-mistress name;

I'was simple russet, but it was her own ;
Who boasts unruly brats with birch to tame;

'Twas her own country bred the flock fo fair ! They grieven sore, in piteous durance pent, 'Twas her own labour did the fleece prepare ; Aw'd by the power of this relentless dame ;

And, footh to say, hez pupils, rang'd aroun 1, And oft-times, on vagaries idly bent,

Through pious awe, did term it passing rare ; For unkempt hair, or takk unconn'u, are sorely

For they in gaping wo:derment abound, shent.

And think, no doubt, the been the greatest wight
And all in fight doth rise a birchen tree,

on ground.
Which learning near her little dome did ftowe;
Whilom a twig of small regard to see,

Albeit ne flattery did corrupt her truth,
Though now so wide its waving branches flow:

Ne pompous title did debauch her ear ;
And work the fimple vassals mickle woe ;

Goody, good-woman, goflip, n'aunt, forsooth,
For not a wind mi ht curl tho leaves that b'ew,

Or dame, the sole additions she did hear; But their limbs shudder'd, and their pulse

Yet these the challengd, these she held right

dear : bcat low;

Ne would esteem hini act as mought behove, And as they look’t they found their horror

Who should not honour'd eld with these revere: grew,

For never title yet so mean could prove,
And hap'd it into rods, and tingled at the view.

But there was eke a mind which did that title
So have I seen (who has not, may conceive,)

A lifeless phantom near a garden plac d;
So doth it wanton bird of peace bereave,

One ancieot hen she took delight to feed,
Of sport, of song, of pleasure, of repast; The plodding pattern of the busy dame;
They start, they stare, they wheel, they look Which, ever and anon, impell d by nced,

Into her school begirt with chickens, came; Sad servitude ! such comfortless annoy

Such favour did her pait deportment claim : May no bold Briton's riper age t'er taste! And, if neglect had lavish'd on the ground Ne superstition clog his dance of jny,

Fragment of bread, she did collect the same; Ne vision empty, vain, his native bliss destroy. For well the knew, and quaintly could expound, Near to this dome is found a patch so green,

What fin it were to waste the imalleil crumb the

On which the tribe their gamboles do display;
And at the door iinprisoning board is seen, Herbs too she know, and well of each could
Left weakly wights of smaller size thould stray;

Eager, perdie, to bask in sunny day!

That in her garden sip'd the fi!very dew ; The noises intermix'd which thence resound,

Where no vain flower disclos'd a giwdy ftrcak Do learning's little tenement betray:

But herbs for use, and physic, not a few, Where fits the dame, disguis'd in look pro

Of gry renown, within chote borders grew: found,

The tufced batil, pun-provoking Viyme,
And eyes her fairy throng, and turns her whecl

Fresh baum, and mary-gold of chearful hue around.

The lowly gill, that never dares to climb;
Her cap, far wither than the driven snow, And niore I fain would fing, disdaining here to
Emblem right nect of decency does yield:

Her apron dy'd in grain, as blue, 1 trowe,
As is the hair-heil that adorns the field :

Yet euphrasv may not be left unung,
And in her hand, for scepter, he does wield

That gives dim eyes to wander leagues around;
Tway birchen sprays ; with anxious fear en-

And pungent radish, biting infants tongue;

ud plant in ribb'd, that heals the reaper's twin'd,

With dark distrust, and sad rapentance fillid;
And stedfat hate, and sharp affliction join'd,

And marjorım sweet, in shepherd's polic

found; And fury uncontrould, and chattilement unkind

Ard lavender, whof: spikes of azure bloom Few but have ken'd, in femblance Dieet pour- Shall be, ere-while, in arid bundies bound, tray'd,

To lurk and the labours of her loom,
The childıth faces of old Eol's train;

And crown her kerchiefs clean, with mickle rire
Libs, Notus, Auiter : these in fro:vns array'd, porume.
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And here trim rosemarine, that whilom On which thilk-wight, that has yogazing beer, crowu'd

Kens the forth-coming rod, unpleasing light, ! The daintiest garden of the proudelt peer ;

ween! Ere, driven from its envy'd fite, it found

Ah luckless he, and born beneath the beam À sacred shelter for its branches here ;

Of evil star! it irks me whilst I write ! Where edg'd with gold its glittering skirts ap- As erst the * bard by, Mulla's silver stream, pear.

Oft, as he told of deadly do!orous plight,
Oh wallel days! O customs meet and well !
Ere this was banilh'd from its lof. y sphere :

Sigh'd as he sung, and did in tears indite.
for brandishing

the rod, she doth begin
simplicity then fought this humble cell,
Nor ever would she more with thane and for Jling

To loose the brogues, the stripling's late de

light !

And down they drop, appears his dainty skin,
Here oft the dame, on fabbath's decene eve, Fair as the furry-coat of whitest ermilin.
Hymned such psalms as Sternhold forth did

ruthful scene ! when from a nook obscure, If winter 'twere, the to her hearth did cleave,

His little Gifter doth his peril see :
But in her garden found a summer-seat :

All playful as the fate, the grows demure;
Sweet melody! to hear her then repeat

She finds full soon her wonted spirits flee;
How Ifrael's sons, beneath a foreign king,

She mediates a prayer to see him free:
While taunting foe-men did a song intreat,

Nor gentle pardon could this danie deny,
All, for the nonce, untuning every string,

(lf gentle pardon could with dames agree) Uphung their useless lyres--small heart had they

To jer sad grief that swells in either eye,
to fing.

And wings her so that all for pity the could dye.
For she was just, and friend to virtuous lore, No longer can she now her skricks command;
And pass'd much time in truly virtuous deed; And hardly she forbears, through awful fear,
And, in these elfins' ears, would oft deplore To rushen forth, and with presumptuous hand,
The times, when truth by popish rage did To stay harsh justice in its niid career.

On thee she calls, on thee her parent dear!
And tortious death was true devotion's meed; (Ah! too remote to ward the shameful blow!),
And simple faith in iron chains did mourn, She fees no kind domestic visage near,
That nould on wooden image place her creed ; And soon a flood of tears begins to flow;
And lawny saints in smouldering flames did And gives a loose at last to unavailing woe.

burn :
Ah! deareft lord, fore!end, thilk days should c'er

But ah! what pen his piteous plight may trace ?,
Or what device his loud laments explain?

The form uncouth of his disguised face?
In elbow-chair, like that of Scottish ftem

The pallid hue that dyes his looks amain ?
By the sharp, tooth of cankering eld defac'i,

The plenteous fhower that does his cheek dif.
In which, when he receives his diadem,

ftain ? Our sovereign prince and liefelt liege is plac'd,

When he, in abject wise, implores the dame, The matron fate ; and some with rank the

Ne hopeth ought of sweet reprieve to gain ; grac'd,

Or when from high she levels well her aini, (The source of children's and of courtiers And, through the thatch, his cries cach falling, pride !

ftroke proclain. Redress'd affronts, for vile affronts there pass'd;

And warn'd them not the fretful to deride, The other tribe, aghast, with fore dismay, But love each other dear, whatever them betide. Attend, and conn their tasks with mickle care: Right well she knew each temper to descry ;

By turns, astony'd, every twig survey,
To thwart the proud, and the submiss to raise ;

And, from their fellow's hateful wounds, be-
Some with vile copper-prize exalt on high,
And some entice with pittance small of praise ;

Knowing, I twist, how each the same may,

share ::
And other some with baleful sprig she frays :
Ev'n absent, the the reins of power doth hold,

Till fear has taught them a performance meet,

And to the well-known chest the danie repair ; While with quaint arts the giddy crowd she sways ;

Whence oft with sugar'd cales she doth them Forewarn’d, if little bird their pranks behold, greet,

And ginger-bread yorare; now certes, doubly, 'Twill whisper in her ear, and all the scene un

sweet! fold. Lo now with state the utters the command ! See to their feats they hye with merry glee, Efisoons the urchins to their talks repair ; 1 And in beseemly order fitren there; Their books of stature small they take in hand, All but the wight of buin y-galled, he, Which with pellucid horn secured are ;

Abhorrerla bench and stool, and fourn and To save from fingers wer the letters sair :

chair; The work so gay, that on their back is seen,

(This St. George's high atchievments does declare;

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(This hand in mouth y-fix'd, that rends his And like a rushing torrent out they fly,
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And now the graffy cirque had cover'd o'er And eke with snubs profound, and heaving With boisterous revel-l'out and wild uproar ; breast,

A thousand ways in wanton rings they run,
Convulsions intermitting ! does declare

Heaven Thield their thori-liv'd pastimes, I im.
His pricvous wrong; his daine’s unjust beheft ; plore !
Aad scorns her offer'd love, and shuns to be ca- For well may freedom erst so dearly won,

Appear to British elf more gladsome than the
His face besprent with liquid crystal shines,

His blooming face that seems a purple flower, Enjoy, poor imps ! enjoy your sportive crade,
Which low to earth its drooping head declines, And chase gay flics, and cull the fairest flow-
All smear'd and fully'd by a vernal shower.
O the hard bosome of depotic power !

For when my bones in grass-green fods are laid;
All, all but she, the author of his shame,

For never may ye talte more careless hours
All, all, but the, regret this mournful hour : la knightly castle or in ladies bowers.
Yet, hence the youth, and hence the flower, O vain to seek delight in earthly thing !
fall claim,

But most in courts where proud an:bition tow-
If so I deem aright, transcending worth and fame.
Behind fome door, in melancholy thought,

Deluded wight ! who weens fáir peace can
Mindless of food, he, dreary caitiff ! pines ;

spring; Ne for his fellows joyaunce carech aught,

Beneath the pompous dome of kefar or of king.
But to the wind all merriment resigns ;

See in each sprite fome various bent appear!
And deems it fame, if he to peace inclincs : These rudely carol molt incondite lay;
And many a sullen look afcance is sent,

Those fauntering on the green, with jocund leer
Which for his dame 8 annoyance he designs ; Salute the stranger passing on his way :
And fill the more to pleasure him she's bent, Some builden fragile tenements of clay : 1
The more doch he, perverse, her 'haviour past

Some to the standing lake their courses bend, resent.,

With pebbles smooth at duck and drake to
Ah me ! how much I fear left pside it be !

But if that pride it be, which thus inspires, Thilk to the huxter's favory cottage tend,
Beware, ye dames, with nice discernment see, in pastry kings and queens th' allotted mite to
Ye quench not too the sparks of nobler fires i

Ah! better far than all the Muses' lyres,
All coward arts, is valour's generous heat ;

Here, as each season yields a different store,
The firm fixt breast which fit and right acquires,

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 flowery false

Galling full sore th' unmoney'd wight, are deceit.

And goose-b'rie clad in livery red or green ; Yet, nurs’d with skill, what dazzling fruits

And here of lovely dye, the catharine pear, appear!

Fine pear ! as lovely for thy juice, I ween; Ev'n now sagacious foresight points to show

O may no wight e'er pennyless come there, A little bench of heedless bihops here,

Les imit with ardent love he pine with hope. And there a chancellour in embryo,

less care !
Or bard sublime, if bard may e'er be so,
As Milton, Shakespeare, names that ne'er shall See ! cherries here, ere cherries yet abound,
dye !

With thread so white in tempting posies tyd,
Though now he crawl along the ground fo low, Scattering like blooming maid their glances
Nor weeting how the Muse should foar on round,

[fly. With pamper'd look draw little eyes aside ; Witheth, poor starveling elf! his paper kite may and must be bought, though penury becide, And this perhaps, who, censuring the design,

The plumb all azure and the nut ali brown, Low lays the houfe which that of cards doth

And here each season do those cake's abide,

Whose honour'd names * th' inventive city build, Shall Dennis be! if rigid fate incline,

own, And inany an epic to his rage shall yield ;

Rendering through Britain's ille Salopia's praises

many a poet quit th' Aonian field;
And, four'd by age, profound he shall appear, Admir'd Salopia ! that with venial pride
As he who now with '(dainsulfury thrillid

Eyes her bright form in Severn's ambient
Surveys mine work; and levels many a Incer,

And furls his wrinkly front, and cries, “ What Fam'd for her loy leares in perils try'd,
" Ituff is hcrc?"

Her daughters lovely, and her ftriplings brave :
But now Dan Phæbus gains the middle skie,

And liberty unbars her prisun-door :

Shrewsbury cakes
Vol. Vil.

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