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And foul defects, that would escape the sight, | The prince laugh'd inwardly, surpris'd to
Start from the piece, and take a stronger light.
Her chesnut hair in careless rings around So strange a speech, so innocent a mind.
Her temples way'd, with pinks and jes’mine | The compliment indeed did some offence

To reason, and a little wrong'd her sense ; And gather'd in a silken cord behind, | He could not let it pass, but told his name, Curld to the waist, and floated in the wind; | And what he was, and whepce, and why he O'er these a veil of yellow gauze she wore,

camne, With emeralds and gold embroider'd o'er. | And hinted other things of high concern Her snowy neck half naked to the view | For him to mention, and for her to learn; Gracefully fell; a robe of purple hue

And she'd a piercing wit, of wondrous reach Hung loosely o'er her slender shape, and tried | To comprehend whatever he could teach. To shade those beauties, that it could not hide. Thus hand in hand they to the palace walk,

The damsels of her train with mirth and song | Pleas'd and instructed with each other's talk. Frolic behind, and laugh and sport along. Here should I tell the furniture's expense, The birds proclaim their queen from every tree, And all the structure's vast magnificence, The beasts run frisking through the groves to see; Describe the walls of shining sapphire made, The loves, the pleasures, and the graces meet With emeralds and pearl the floors inlaid, In antic rounds, and dance before her feet. And how the vaunted canopies unfold By whate'er fancy led, it chanc'd that day A mimic heaven, and fame with gems and They through the secret valley took their way, gold; And to the crystal grot advancing, spied Or how Felicity regales her guest, The prince extended by the fountain's side. The wit, the mirth, the music, and the feast; He look'd as by some skilful hand express'd And on each part below the praises due, Apollo's youthful form retir'd to rest, (wood | 'Twould tire the writer, and the reader too. When with the chase fatigu'd he quits the My amorous tale a softer path pursues ; For Pindus' vale, and Aganippe's flood; Love and the happy pair demand my muse. There sleeps secure, his careless limbs display'd O could her art in equal terms express At ease, encircled by the laurel shade;

The lives they lead, the pleasures they possess ! Beneath his head his sheaf of arrows lie, Fortune had ne'er so plenteously before His bow unbent, hangs negligently by:

Bestow'd her gifts, nor can she lavish more. The slumb'ring prince might boast au equal | "Tis heaven itselt, 'tis ecstasy of bliss, grace,

Uninterrupted joy, untir'd excess ! So turn'd his limbs, so beautiful his face. Mirth following mirth, the moments dance Waking he started from the ground in haste,

away! And saw the beauteous choir around him plac'd; Love clains the night, and Friendship rules the Then summoning his senses, ran to meet

day. The queen, and laid him humbly at her feet. Their tender core no cold indifference knows; Deign, lovely princess, to behold, said he, No jealousies disturb their sweet repose; One who has travell'd all the world to see No sickness, no decay; but youthful grace Those charms, and worship thy divinity; And constant beauty shines in either face. Accept thy slave, and with a gracious smile, Benumbing age may mortal charms iavade, Excuse his rashness, and reward his toil. Flow'rs of a day that do but bloom and fade; Stood motionless the fair, with mute surprise, Far different here, on them it only blows And read him over with admiring eyes ; The lily's white, and spreads ihe blushing And while she gaz'd, a pleasing smart

rose. Ran thrilling through her veins and reach'd No conquest o'er those radiant eyes can boast, her heart.

They, like the stars, shine brighter in its Each limb she scann'd, consider'd every grace,

frost; And sagely judg'd him of the phenix race. | Nor fear its rigor, nor its rule obey; An animal like this she ne'er had known, All seasons are the same, and ev'ry month is And thence concluded there could be but one; May. The creature too had all the phenix air,

Alas! how vain is happiness below! None but the phenix could appear so fair. Man soon or late must have his share of woe : The more she look'd, the more she thought it Slight are his joys, and feeting as the wind; true,

His griefs wound home, and leave a suing beAndcah'd him by that name, to show she knew. O handsome phoenix, for that such you are His lot distinguish'd from the brute appears We know; your beauty does your breed declare; Less certain by his laughter than his tears ; And I with sorrow own through all my coast For ignorance too oft our pleasure breeds, No other hird can such perfection boast; But sorrow from the reasoning soul proceeds. For nature form'd you single and alone;

If man on earth in endless bliss could be, Alas! what pity 'tis there is but one!

The boon, young prince, had been bestow d ON Were there a queen so fortunate to shew

thee; An aviary of charning birds like you,

Bright shone thy stars, thy fortune flourish'd What envy would her happiness create

fair, Iu all who saw the glories of her state ! | And seem'd secure beyond the reach of care ;

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And so might still have been, but anxious She sunk into his arms: the prince was mov'd, thought

Felt all her griefs, for still he greatly lov'd. Has dash'd thy cup, and thou must taste the He sigh’d, he wish'd he could forget his throne, draught.

Confine his thoughts, and live for her alone; It so befel, as on a certain day

| But glory shot him deep, the venom'd dart This happy couple toy'd their time away, Was fix'd within, and rankled at his heart; He ask'd how many charming hours had flown He could not hide his wounds, but pin'd away Since on her slave her heaven of beauty shone. Like a sick Aow'r, and languish'd in decay. Should I consult my heart, cried he, the rate Felicity was griev'd, and could not bear Were small, a week would be the utmost date: A scene so chang'd, a sight of so much care, But when my mind reflects on actions past, She told him with a look of cold disdain, And counts its joys, time must have fled more And seeming ease, as women well can feign,

He might depart at will: a milder air Perhaps I might have said three months are Would mend his health; he was no pris'ner gone.

there; Three months! replied the fair, three months She kept him not, and wish'd he ne'er might alone?

Cause io regret the place he left behind; [lind Know that three hundred years have roll'daway, Which once he lov'd, and where he still inust Since at my feet the lovely phenix lay.

own Three hundred years! re-echo'd back the prince, He had at least some little pleasure known. A whole three hundred years completed since If these prophetic words a while destroy I landed here! O! whiiher then are flown His peace, the former balance is in joy. My dearest friends, my subjects, and my throne? He thank'd her for her kind concern, but How strange, alas ! how alter'd shall ́i find

chose Each earthly thing, each scene I left behind! | To quit the place, the rest let heav'n dispose. Whoknows me now? on whoin shall I depend? | For fate, on mischiefs bent, perverts the will, To gain my rights, where shall I find a friend? And first infatuates whom it means to kill. My crown perhaps may grace a foreign line, Aurora now, not as she wont to rise, A race of kings that know not me or mine; In gay attire, ting'd with a thousand dyes, Who reigns may wish my deaih, his subjects But sober-sad, in solemn state appears, treat

Clad in a dusky veil, bedew'd with tears. My claims with scorn, and call their prince a Thick mantling clouds beneath her chariot cheat.

spread, O had my life been ended as begun!

A faded wreath hangs drooping from her head. My destin'd stage, my race of glory run, The sick’ning sun emnits a feeble ray, I should have died well pleas'd, my honor'd name | Half drown'd in fogs, and struggling into day. Had liv'd, had Aourish'd in the list of fame. Some black event the threat'ning skies foretell: Reflecting now, my mind with horror sees Porsenna rose to take his last farewell. The sad survey, a scene of shameful ease, | A curious vest the mournful princess brought, The odious blot, the scandal of my race | An armour by the Lemnian artist wrought, Scarce known, and only mention'd with dis. A shining lance with secret virtue stor'd, grace.

And of resistless force a magic sword; The fair beheld him with impatient eye, Caparisons and gems of wondrous price, And red with anger made this warm reply. And loaded him with gifts and good advice; Ungrateful man! is this the kind return But chief she gave, and what he most would My love deserves ? and can you thus with scorn need Reject what once you priz'd; what once you The fleetest of her stud, a flying steed. swore

The swift Grifippo, said th' afflicted fair, Surpass'd all charms, and made e'en glory poor? (Such was the courser's name) with speed shall What gifts have I bestow'd, what favors shown! bear, Made you partaker of my bed and throue; And place you safely in your native air, Three centuries preseri'd in youthful prime, Assist against the foe with matchless might, Safe from the rage of death, and injuries of Ravage the field, and turn the doubtful fights time:

With care protect you till the danger cease, Weak arguments! for glory reigns above Your trust in war, your ornament in peace. The feeble ties of gratitude and love.

But this, I warn, beware, whate'er shall lay I urge them not, nor would request your stay, To intercept your course, or tempt your stay, The phantom glory calls, and I obey;

Quit not your saddle, nor your speed abate, All other virtues are regardless quite,

Till safely landed at your palace gate. Sunk and absorb'd in that superior light. | On this alone depends your weal or woe; Go then, barbarian, to thy realms return; Such is the will of fate, and so the gods foreAnd show thyself unworthy my concern;

show. Go tell the world, your tender heart could give He in the softest terms repaid her love, Death to the princess by whose care you live. And vow'd nor age nor absence should remove

At this a deadly pale her cheeks o'erspread, His constant faith, and sure she should not Cold trembling seiz'd her limbs, her spirits blame Aled;

| A short divorce due to his injur'd fame.

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The debt discharg'd, then should her soldier | Through all the world in vain for ages sought, come

Chome; | But fate has doom'd thee now, and thou art Gay from the field, and flush'd with conquest, I caught. With equal ardor her affection meet,

| Then round his neck his arms he nimbly cast, And lay his laurels at his mistress' feet. And seiz'd him by the throat, and grasp'd him He ceas'd, and sighing took a kind adieu ;

fast; Then urg'd his steed; the fierce Grifippo Aew Till forc'd at length the soul forsook its seat, With rapid force, outstripp'd the lagging wind, And the pale breathless corse fell bleeding at And left the blissful shores, and weeping fair his feet. behind ;

Scarce had the cursed spoiler left his prey, Now o'er the seas pursu'd his airy Alight, When, so it chanc'd, young Zephyr passid that Now scour'd the plains, and climb'd the moun-1 way; tain's height.

| Too late his presence to assist his friend, Thus driving on at speed, the prince had A sad, but helpless witness of his end. Near half his course, when, with the setting He chafes, and fans, and strives in vain to cure sun,

His streaming wounds; the work was done As through a lonely lane he chanc'd to ride,

too sure. With rocks and bushes fenc'd on either side, | Now lightly with a soft embrace uprears He spied a waggon full of wings, that lay The lifeless load, and bathes it in his tears ; Broke and o'erturn'd across the narrow way: | Then to the blissful seats with speed conveys, The helpless driver on the dirty road

And graceful on the mossy carpet lays, Lay struggling crush'd beneath th' incumbent With decent care, close by the fountain's side Never in human shape was seen before (load. Where first the princess had her phænix spied. A wight so pale, so feeble, and so poor, There with sweet flowers his lovely limbs he Comparisons of age would do him wrong,

strew'd, For Nestor's self if plac'd by him were young. And gave a parting kiss, and sighs and tears His limbs were naked all, and worn so thin,

bestow'd. The bones seem'd starting through the parch- To that sad solitude the weeping dame, ment skin;

(weak, Wild with her loss, and swoln with sorrow, His eyes half drown'd in rheum, his accents came; Bald was his head, and furrow'd was his cheek. There was she wont to vent her griefs and The conscious steed stopt short in deadly mourn fright,

Those dear delights that must no more return. And back recoiling stretch'd his wings for Thither that morn with more than usual care Alight;

She sped, but O, what joy to find him there, While thus the wretch with supplicating tone, As just arriv'd, and weary with the way, And rueful face, began his piteous moan; Retir'd to soft repose her hero lay. And, as he spake, the tears ran trickling down: Now near approaching she began to creep O gentle youth, if pity e'er inclined

With careful steps, loath to disturb his sleep: Thy soul to gen'rous deed, if e'er thy mind Till quite o'ercome with tenderness she flew Was touch'd with soft distress, extend thy care

And round his neck her arms in transport To saye an old man's life, and ease the load I


tell bear.

But when she found him dead, no tongue can So may propitious heaven your journey speed, The pangs she felt; she shriek'd, and swoonProlong your days, and all your vows succeed. ing fell. Mov'd with the pray'r the kind Porsenna

| Waking, with loud laments she pierc'd theskies, staid,

And fili'd th' affrighted forest with her cries, Too nobly minded to refuse his aid;

That fatal hour the palace gates she barr'd, And, prudence yielding to superior grief, And fix'd around the coast a stronger guard; Leapt from his steed, and ran to his relief; Now rare appearing, and at distance seen, Remov'd the weight, and gave the pris'ner With crowds of black misfortunes plac'd bebreath,

tween, Just choak'd andegasping on the verge of death, Mischiefs of every kind, corroding care, Then reach'd his hand, when lightly with a | And fears, and jealousies, and dark despair: bound

And since that day (the wretched world must The grizly spectre, vaulting from th' ground, L.

(known) Seiz'd him with sudden gripe; th' astonish'd These mournful truths by sad experience

No mortal e'er enjoy'd that happy clime, Stood horror-struck, and thoughtless of de- And every thing on earth submits to Time.

fence O King of Russia l with a thund'ring sound

SONNETS, BY SMITH. Bellow'd the ghastly fiend, at length thou'rt found;

$ 130. To the Moon. Receive the ruler of mankind, and know, Queen of the silver bow! by thy pale bean, My name is Time, thy ever dreaded foe. (see Alone and pensive I delight to stray,

These feet are founder'd, and the wings you And watch thy shadow trembling in the stream, Worn to the pinions in pursuit of thee;

Ormark the floating clouds that cross thy way.




And while I gaze, thy mild and placid light And points my wishes to that tranquil shore,

Sheds a soft calm upon my troubled breast; / Where the pale spectre Care pursues no more. And oft I think, fair planet of the night! That in thy orb the wretched may have rest;

$ 134. To Night. The sufferers of the earth perhaps may go,

Releas'd by death, to thy benignani sphere; | I love thee, mournful sober-suited night, And the sad children of despair and woe

When the faint moon, yet lingering in her Forget, in thee, their cup of sorrow here.

wane, O! that I soon may reach thy world serene,

And veil'd in clouds, with pale uncertain light Poor wearied pilgrim-in this toiling scene ! Hangs o'er the waters of the restless main.

In deep depression sunk, th' enfeebled mind

Will to the deaf, cold elements complain, $131. On the Departure of the Nightingale.

And tell th' embosom'd grief, however vain, SWEET poet of the woods—a long adieu!

To sullen surges and the viewless wind : Farewell, soft minstrel of the early year!

Tho' no repose on thy dark breast I find, Ah! 'twill be long ere thou shalt sing anew, I still enjoy thee, cheerless as thou art; And pour thy music on the night's dull! For in tħy quiet gloom th' exhausted heart ear.

Is calm, tho wretched; hopeless, yet resign'd: Whether on spring thy wandering flights await, / While to the winds and waves its sorrows given,

Or whether silent in our groves you dwell, May reach-though lost on earth—the ear of
The pensive muse shall own thee for her mate,

And still protect the song she loves so well.
With cautious step the love-lorn youth shall


$ 135. T. Tranquillity. Thro the lone brake that shades thy mossy | In this tumultuous sphere, for thee unfit, And shepherd girls from eyes profane shall hide How seldom art thou found, Tranquillity!

The gentle bird, who sings of pity best; Unless 'tis when with mild and downcast For still thy voice shall soft affections move,

eye And still be dear to sorrow and to love! By the low cradles thou delight'st to sit

of sleeping infants, watching the soft breath, $ 132. Written at the Close of Spring. And bidding the sweet slumberers easy lie, The garlands fade that Spring so lately wove, | Or sometimes hanging o'er the bed of death, Each simple flow'r which she had nurs'd in Where the poor languid sufferer hopes to die. dew,

O beauteous sister of the halcyon peace! Anemonies, that spangled every grove,

I sure shall find thee in that heavenly scene The primrose wan, and hare-beli mildly blue. | Where care and anguish shall their power No more shall violets linger in the dell,


[cease ; Or purple orchis variegate the plain,

Where hope alike and vain regret shall Till spring again shall call forth every bell. | And Memory, lost in happiness serene, And dress with humid hands her wreaths Repeat no more that misery has been mine!

again.Ah! poor humanity! so frail, so fair,

$ 136. Written in the Churchyard at Middleton Are the fond visions of thy early day,

in Susser. Till tyrant passion and corrosive care Bid all thy fairy colours fade away!

Press'd by the Moon, mute arbitress of tides, Another May new buds and flow'rs shall

While the loud equinox its power combines,

The sea no more its swelling surge confines, bring;

But o'er the shrinking land sublimely rides. Ah! why has happinessno second Spring?

The wild blast, rising from the western cave, $ 133. Should the lone Wanderer.

Drives the huge billows from their heaving

bed; Should the lone wanderer, fainting on his Tears from their grassy tombs the village dead, way,

| And breaks the silent sabbath of the grave! Rest for a moment of the sultry hours,

With shells and sea-weed mingled, on the shore, And tho' his path thro' thorns and roughness Lo! their bones whiten in the frequent lay,

wave, Pluck the wild rose, or woodbine's gadding! But vain to them the winds and waters rave: flow'rs;

They hear the warring elements no more: Weaving gay wreaths, beneath some sheltering While I am doom'd, by life's long storm optree,

The sense of sorrow he a while may lose; To gaze with envy on their gloomy rest.
So have I sought thy flow'rs, fair Poesy!
So charmid my way with Friendship and the

18 137. Written at Penthurst, in Autumn, 1788. But darker grows life's unhappy day, | Ye tow'rs sublime, deserted now and drear,

Dark with new clouds of evil yet to come: Ye woods, deep sighing to the hollow blast, Her pencil sickening Fancy throws away, The musing wanderer loves to linger near,

And weary Hope reclines upon the tomb; 1 While history points to all your glories past:

And startling from their haunts the timid deer, Now, while the demons of despair and death

To trace the walks obscured by matted fern, Ride on the blast, and urge the howling storm! Which Waller's soothing lyre were wont to Lo! by the lightning's momentary blaze, hear,

I see him rise the whitening waves above, But where now clamors the discordant hern! | No longer such as when in happier days The spoiling hand of time may overturn

He gave th' enchanted hours to me and love: These lofty battlements, and quite deface The fading canvass whence we love to learn

Such as when daring the enchafed sea,

And coarting dangerous toil, he often said, Sydney's keen look, and Sacharissa's grace; But fame and beauty still defy decay,

That every peril, one soft smile from me, Sav'd by th' historic page, the poet's tender lay!

One sigh of speechless tenderness, o'erpaid :
But dead, diskgured, while between the roar

Of the loud waves his accents pierce mide ear, § 138. Elegy.

And seem to say-Ah, wretch! delay no more, Dark gathering clouds involve the threat- | But come, unhappy mourner-meet me here.

ening skies, The sea heaves conscious of th' impending

| Yet, powerful fancy, bid the phantom stay,

Still let me hear hiin!_'Tis already past; gloom, Deep hollow murmurs from the cliffs arise ;

Along the waves his shadow glides away, They come-the spirits of the tempest come!

I lose his voice amid the deafening blast. O! may such terrors mark th' approaching

Ah! wild illusion, born of frantic pain! night

He hears not, comes not from his wat'ry bed ; As reign'd on that these streaming eyes de- / My tears, my anguish, my despair are vain, plore!

| Th' insatiate ocean gives not up its dead. Flash, ye red fires of heaven, with fatal light, 'Tis not his voice! Hark! the deep thunders And with conflicting winds, ye waters, roar!

roll! Loud and more loud, ye foaming billows,

Upheaves the ground; the rocky barriers fail ; burst!

Approach, ye horrors that delight my soul, Ye warring elements more fiercely rave!

Despair, and Death, and Desolation, hail !' Till the wide waves o'erwhelm the spot ac- | The ocean hears—th' embodied waters come, curst

| Rise o'er the land, and with resistless sweep Where ruthless Avarice finds a quiet grave! Tear from its base the proud aggressor's tomb, Thus with clasp'd hands, wild looks, and And bear

streaming hair, While shrieks of horror broke her trembling speech,

$ 139. Elegy to Pity. Anon. A wretched maid, the victim of despair, Survey'd the threatening storm and desert Hall, lovely Pow'r! whose bosom heaves the beach.

sigh, Then to the tomb where now the father slept

When Fancy paints the scene of deep disWhose rugged nature bad her sorrows flow,


| Whose tears spontaneous crystallize the eye. Franticsheturn'd-andbeat her breast and wept, When rigid Fate denies the pow'r to bless. Invoking vengeance on the dust below.

Not all the sweets Arabia's gales convey Lo! rising there above each humble heap, From Aow'ry meads, can with that sigh Yon cipher'd stones his name and wealth

compare : relate,

Not dew-drops glittering in the morning ray Who gave his son, remorseless, to the deep,

Seem near so beauteous as that falling tear. While I, his living victim, curse my fate.

Devoid of fear, the fawns around thee play; O my lost love ! no tomb is plac'd for thee, That may to strangers' eyes thy worth impart! No blood-stain'd traces mark thy blameless

| Emblem of peace, the dove before thee flies; Thou hast no grave but in the stormy sea,

way, And no memorial but this breaking heart.

Beneath thy feet no hapless insect dies. Forth to the world a widow'd wanderer driven, Come, lovely nymph! and range the mead I pour to winds and waves th' upheeded tear;

with me, Try with vain effort to submit to heaven, And fruitless call on him -- who cannot

To spring the partridge from the guileful

foe, hear.

From secret snares the struggling bird to free, O might I fondly clasp him once again, And stop the hand uprais'd to give the blow. While o'er my head th' infuriate billows pour, And when the air with heat meridian glows. Forget in death this agonizing pain,

And nature droops beneath the conquering And feel his father's cruelty no more!

gleam, Part, raging waters! part, and show beneath, Let us, slow wandering where the current In your dread caves his pale and mangled flows, form;

| Save sinking flies that float along the stream.

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