Where by remorfe impell'd, repuls'd by fears, And forr'wing dwells on pleasures now no more! Again with patrons, and with friends fhe roves; She vifits, Isis! thy forsaken ftream, She deems no flood reflects fo bright a beam, She dreams beneath thy facred fhades where, peace, Thy bays might ev'n the civil storm repel; Reviews thy focial blifs, thy learned ease, And with no chearful accent cries, farewel! Farewel, with whom to these retreats I ftray'd! She paints the progrefs of my rival's vow; She bids the flatt'ring mirror, form'd to please, Where circling rocks defend some pathless vale, Alas! there echo will repent the tale Where fhall I find the filent fcenes I love? Fain would I mourn my lucklefs fate alone; Bear me ye winds, indulgent to my pains, And from the mould'ring refufe, build my cell! Genius of ROME! thy proftrate pomp display; Or penfive fit beneath fome nodding tow'r. Or where fome duct, by rolling feafons worn, Convey'd pure ftreams to ROME's imperial wall, Near the wide breach in filence let me mourn; Or tune my dirges to the water's fall. Genius Genius of CARTHAGE! paint thy ruin'd pride; Tow'rs, arches, fanes in wild confufion ftrewn ; Let banish'd* MARIUS, low'ring by thy fide, Compare thy fickle fortunes with his own. Ah no! thou monarch of the ftorms! forbear; Forbear thy rage-on no perennial base Is built frail fear, or hope's deceitful pile; My pains are fled-my joy refumes its place, Shou'd the sky brighten, or MELISSA smile. *Inopemque vitam in tugurio ruinarum Carthaginenfium toleravit, cum Marius infpiciens Carthaginem, illa intuens Marium, alter alteri poffent effe folatio. LIV. ELEGY He repeats the fong of COLLIN, a difcerning shepherd; lamenting the state of the woollen manufactury. Ergo omni ftudio glaciem ventofque nivales, VIRGIL. EAR AVON's bank, on ARDEN's flow'ry plain, NE A* tuneful fhepherd charm'd the lift'ning wave; And funny COTSOL' fondly lov'd the strain ; Yet not a garland crowns the fhepherd's grave! Oh loft OPHELIA ! fmoothly flow'd the day, When, for his tomb, with each revolving year, Shiv'ring beneath a leafless thorn he lay, When death's chill rigour feiz'd his flowing tongue; The more I found his fault'ring notes decay, The more prophetic truth fublim'd the fong. VOL. I. F "Adieu Mr. SOMERVILLE. "Adieu my flocks, he faid! my wonted care, By funny mountain, or by verdant shore ! May fome more happy hand your fold prepare, And may you need your COLLIN's crook no more. And you, ye fhepherds! lead my gentle sheep; Where the wild thyme perfumes the purpled heath, Ah! what avails the tim❜rous lambs to guard, If GALLIA's craft the pond'rous fleece purloin! Was it for this, by conftant vigils worn, For this, I led them from the pointed thorn? Ah heedlefs ALBION ! too benignly prone From |