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J-Iere Pop* !—ah never must: that tow'ring mind
"What art! what friendships! oh ! what fame resign'JJ
Where is the breast can rage or hate retain,
And these glad streams and smiling lawns behold?
Where is the breast can hear the woodland strain,
Thro' these foft shades delighted let me stray,
Thro' these dear valleys bend my casual way,
Here far from courts, and void of pompous care ,
I'll muse how much I owe mine humbler fate: Or shrink to find, how much ambition dares, . To shine m anguish, apd to grieve in state!
Canst thou, O sun! that spotless throne disclose,: Where her bold arm has left no sanguine stain?
Where, shew me where, the lineal scepter glows, .Pure, as the simple crook that rules the plain?
Tremendous pomp! where hate, distrust, and fear.
In kindred bosoms solve the social tie; There not the parent's smile is half sincere;
Nor void of art the consort's melting eye.
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There with the friendly wish, the kindly flame,
Youth, manhood, age, avow one sordid aim,
There coward rumours walk their murd'rous round;
The glance, that more than rural blame instills; Whispers, that ting'd With friendship doubly wound,
Pity that injures, and concern that kills.
There anger whets, but love can ne'er engage;
Caressing brothers part but to revile; There all men smile, and prudence warns the wise,
To dread the fatal stroke of all that smile.
There all are rivals! sister, son, and fire,
There soft-ey'd maids in murd'rous plots conspire,
Let servile minds one endless watch endure;
Day, night, nor hour, their anxious guard resign; But lay me, fate! on flow'ry banks, secure
Tho' my whole soul be, like my limbs, supine.
Yes, may my tongue disdain a vassal's care;
My lyre resound no prostituted lay; More warm to merit, more elate to wear
The cap of freedom, than the crown of bays.
Sooth'd by the murmurs of my pebbled flood,
Chear'd by the verdure of my spiral wood,
No midnight pangs the shepherd's peace pursue;
His tongue, his hand, attempts no secret wound j He sings his Delia, and if she be true,
His love at once, and his ambition's crown'd.
ELEGY ELEGY XXIV.
He takes occasion from the fate of Eleanor of Brz-. TAQJsE *, to fyggeji tie imperfect pleasures of a solitary life.
Hen beauty mourns, by fate's injurious doom,
* W Hid from the chearful glance of human eye; When nature's pride inglorious waits the tomb,
Hard is that heart which checks the rising sigh*
Fair Eleonora! wou'd no gallant mind
Matchless thy charms, and was no life resign'd
Or had fair freedom's hand unveil'd thy charms,
Thy radiant mien might scorn the guilt of arms,
O shame of Britons \ in one sullen tow'r ' .
She wet with royal tears her daily cell; She found keen anguish ev'ry rose devour;
They sprung, they shone, they faded, and they fell
* Eleanor of Bretagne, the lawfus heiress of the Engsish crown, upon the death of Arthur, in the reign of king John. She was esteemed the beauty of her time; was imprisoned forty years (till the time of her death) in Bristol castse.
Thro' one dim lattice fring'd with ivy round,
To paint how fierce her angry guardian frown'd,
This, age might bear; then sated fancy palls,
Fond youth incessant mourns, if rigid walls
Believe me * * * * the pretence is vain!
This boasted calm that smooths our early days, For never yet could youthful mind restrain
Th' alternate pant for pleasure and for praise.
Ev'n me, by shady oak or limpid spring,
Some genius whispers " Life is on the wing,
What tho' thy riper mind admire no more—
Can pierce like light'ning thro' the figur'd ore, And melt to dross the radiant forms of gold.
Furs, ermins, rods may well attract thy scorn;
But wit, but worth, the public sphere adorn,