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"Nor unregarded sighs the lowly hind;
Tho' you contemn, the gods respect his vow; Vindictive rage awaits the scornful mind,
And vengeance, too severe! the gods allow.
On Sarum's plain I met a wand'ring fair;
The look of sorrow, lovely stil^she bore: Loose flow'd the soft redundance of her hair,
And, on her brow, a flow'ry wreath she wore.
Oft stooping as she stray'd, she cull'd the pride
The fading chaplet daily she supply'd,
And still her hand some various garland wove.
Erroneous fancy shap'd her wild attire;
From Bethlem's walls the poor lympatic stray'd; Seem'd with her air her accent to conspire,
When, as wild fancy taught her, thus she said.
"Hear me, dear youth! oh hear an hapless maid, Sprung from the scepter'd line of ancient kings!
Scorn'd by the world, I ask thy tender aid;
The world is frantic—fly the race profane—
Come friendly let us wander, and complain,
And tell me, shepherd! hast thou seen my love?
My love is young—but other loves are youngs
An air divine discloses whence he sprung;
No vulgar Damon robs me of my rest,
Ianthe listens to no vulgar vow;
A brilliant crown distinguishes his brow.
What, shall I stain the glories of my race?
More clear, more lovely bright than Hespe R's beam? The porc'lain pure with vulgar dirt debase?
Or mix with puddle the pellucid stream?
See thro' these veins the saphire current shine!
'Twas Jove's own nectar gave th' etherial hue: Can base plebeian forms contend with mine!
Display the lovely white, or match the blue?
The painter strove to trace its azure ray;
He chang'd his colours, and in vain he strove;
He frown'd—I smiling view'd the faint essay.;
Pitying his toil, the wond'rous truth I told;
How am'rous Jove trepann'd a mortal fair; How thro' the race the generous current roll'd,
And mocks the poet's art, and painter's care,
Yes, from the gods, from earliest Saturn, sprung
And he, ally'd to Phoebus, ever young,
My god-like boy, must wed their duteous maid.
Oft, when a mortal vow profanes my ear,
And shou'd I yield—his instant rage appears,
Have you not heard unwonted thunders roll!
Have you not seen more horrid light'nings glare! 'Twas then a vulgar love ensnar'd my soul;
'Twas then—I hardly scap'd the fatal snare.
'Twas then a peasant pour'd his amorous vow,
Yet such his beauty—wou'd my birth allow,
Dear were the youth, and blissful were the plain.
But oh! I faint! why wastes my vernal bloom,
My nightly dreams the toilsome path resume.
"When last I slept, methought, my ravish'd eye,
Tho' night's thick clouds encompass'd all the flcy,
O how O how this bosom kindled at the sight!
Led by their beams I urg'd the pleasing chace ;. Till, on a sudden, these with-held their light—
All, all things envy the sublime embrace.
But now no more—behind the distant grove,
Wanders my destin'd youth, and chides my stay ;.
See, see, he grasps the steel—forbear, my love—■
Scornful she spoke, and heedless of reply
The piteous victim of an angry sky!
Ah me! the victim of her proud disdain!
Tie indulges the suggestions of spleen: an elegy to the winds.
Æoley namqite tibi divum -pater atque hominum rex
STERN monarch of the winds, admit my pray'r!
"What bands of black ideas spread their wings!
The peaceful regions of content invade! With deadly poison taint the crystal springs!
With noisome vapour blast the verdant shade \
1 know their leader, spleen; and dread the sway
Of rigid Eurus, his detested sire;
Thro5 one my pleasures, and my hopes expire.
Like some pale stripling, when his icy way
I stand aghast; and chill'd with fear survey