'Tis paft-OCARTHAGE! vanquish'd! honour'd fhade!
Go, the mean forrows of thy fons deplore;
Had freedom fhar'd the vow to fortune paid,
She ne'er, like fortune, had forfook thy fhore."

He ceas'd-abash'd the conscious audience hear;
Their pallid cheeks a crimson blush unfold;
Yet o'er that virtuous blush distreams a tear,
And falling moistens their abandon'd gold. *

By the terms forced upon the CARTHAGINIANS by SCIPIO, they were to deliver up all the elephants, and to pay near two millions fterling.

ELEGY

EL EGY XX.

He compares his humble fortune with the diftrefs of others; and his fubjection to DELIA, with the miferable fervitude of an African flave.

WHY droops this heart, with fancy'd woes forlorn?

Why finks my foul beneath each wintry sky? What penfive crowds, by ceaseless labours worn, What myriads, wish to be as bleft as I!

What tho' my roofs devoid of pomp arife,
Nor tempt the proud to quit his deftin'd way?
Nor coftly art my flow'ry dales disguise,

Where only fimple friendship deigns to stray?

See the wild fons of LAPLAND's chill domain,
That scoop their couch beneath the drifted fnows!
How void of hope they ken the frozen plain,
Where the sharp eaft for ever, ever blows!

Slave tho' I be, to DELIA's eyes a slave,

My DELIA's eyes endear the bands I wear; The figh fhe causes well becomes the brave, The pang fhe caufes, 'tis ev'n blifs to bear.

See the poor native quit the Lybian shores,
Ah! not in love's delightful fetters bound!
No radiant smile his dying peace restores,

Nor love, nor fame, nor friendship heals his wound.

Let vacant bards difplay their boaftive woes,
Shall I the mockery of grief display?

No, let the muse his piercing pangs disclose,
Who bleeds and weeps his fum of life away!

On the wild beach in mournful guise he stood,
Ere the fhrill boatfwain gave the hated fign;
He dropt a tear unfeen into the flood;
He stole one fecret moment, to repine.

Yet the mufe liften'd to the plaints he made;
Such moving plaints as nature could infpire ;
To me the mufe his tender plea convey'd,

But fmooth'd, and fuited to the founding lyre.

"Why am I ravish'd from my native ftrand?
What favage race protects this impious gain?
Shall foreign plagues infeft this teeming land,
And more than fea-born monsters plough the main ?

Here the dire locufts horrid fwarms prevail;
Here the blue afps with livid poison fwell;

Here the dry dipfa writh his finuous mail;
Can we not here, fecure from envy, dwell?

When

When the grim lion urg'd his cruel chace,

When the stern panther fought his midnight prey, What fate referv'd me for this* chriftian race? O race more polish'd, more fevere than they!

Ye prouling wolves purfue my latest cries!
Thou hungry tyger, leave thy reeking den!
Ye fandy wastes in rapid eddies rife !

O tear me from the whips and scorns of men!

Yet in their face fuperior beauty glows;

Are fmiles the mien of rapine and of wrong? Yet from their lip the voice of mercy flows,

And ev❜n religion dwells upon their tongue.

Of blissful haunts they tell, and brighter climes,

Where gentle minds convey'd by death repair, But ftain'd with blood, and crimson'd o'er with crimes, Say, fhall they merit what they paint so fair?

No, careless, hopeless of those fertile plains,
Rich by our toils, and by our forrows gay,
They ply our labours, and enhance our pains,
And feign these diftant regions to repay.

For them our tusky elephant expires;

For them we drain the mine's embowel'd gold; Where rove the brutal nations wild defires ?— Our limbs are purchas'd, and our life is fold!

Spoke by a favage.

Yet

Yet fhores there are, bleft fhores for us remain, And favour'd ifles with golden fruitage crown' Where tufted flow'rets paint the verdant plain, Where ev'ry breeze shall med'cine ev'ry wound.

There the ftern tyrant that embitters life

Shall, vainly fuppliant, spread his asking hand; There shall we view the billow's raging strife, Aid the kind breast, and waft his boat to land.”

ELEGY