Perhaps by birth decreed, by fortune plac'd Thy country's foe, ELVIRA's warmest plea Seems but the fubtler accent fraud infpires; My tendereft glances, but the fpecious flow'rs That shade the viper while fhe plots her wound. And can the trembling candidate of love Awake thy fears? and can a female breast By ties of grateful duty bound, enfnare? Is there no brighter mien, no fofter smile For love to wear, to dark deceit unknown? Heav'n fearch my foul, and if thro' all its cells Lurk the pernicious drop of pois'nous guile; Full on my fenceless head its phial'd wrath May fate exhauft; and for my happiest hour Exalt the vengeance I prepare for thee!
Ah me! nor HENRY'S, nor his country's foe, On thee I gaz'd, and reafon foon difpell'd Dim error's gloom, and to thy favour'd ifle Affign'd its total merit, unrestrain'd. Oh! lovely region to the candid eye! 'Twas there my fancy faw the virtues dwell, The loves, the graces play; and bleft the foil That nurtur'd thee! for fure the virtues form'd Thy gen'rous breast; the loves, the graces plan'd Thy fhapely limbs. Relation, birth effay'd Their partial pow'r in vain : again I gaz’d, And ALBION's ifle appear'd, amidst a tract Of favage waftes, the darling of the skies! And thou by nature form'd, by fate affign'd
To paint the genius of thy native fhore.
'Tis true, with flow'rs, with many a dazling fcene Of burnish'd plants, to lure a female eye,
IBERIA glows: but ah! the genial fun,
That gilds the lemon's fruit, or fscents the flow'r, On Spanish minds, a nation's nobler boast! Beams forth ungentle influences. There Sits jealoufy enthron'd, and at each ray Exultant lights his flow-confuming fires. Not fuch thy charming region; long before My fweet experience taught me to decide Of English worth, the found had pleas'd mine ear, Is there that favage coaft, that rude fejourn Stranger to Britifh worth? the worth which forms The kindest friends; the most tremendous foes; First, beft fupports of liberty and love! No, let fubjected INDIA, while fhe throws O'er Spanish deeds the veil, your praise refound, Long as I heard, or ere in story read Of English fame, my bias'd partial breast Wish'd them fuccefs, and happieft fhe, I cry'd, Of women happiest fhe, who shares the love, The fame, the virtues of an English lord. And now what shall I fay? bleft be the hour Your fair-built veffels touch'd th' Iberian fhores: Bleft did I say the time? if I may blefs That lov'd event, let HENRY's fmiles declare. Our hearts and cities won, will HENRY's youth Forego its nobler conqueft? will he slight
yet IBERIA's fons, with every vow
asting faith, have fworn these humble charms e not excell'd; the fource of all their pains, love her just defert, who fues for love; fues to thee, while natives figh in vain. erhaps in HENRY's eye (for vulgar minds Tent from his) it spreads an hateful stain honeft fame, amid his train to bear
Female friend. Then learn, my gentle youth! t love himself, with all the pointed pains at ftore his quiver, fhall feduce my foul om honour's laws. ELVIRA once deny'd confort's name, more swift than lightning flies, hen elements difcordant vex the sky,
all blushing from the form fhe loves retire. Yet if the fpecious wish the vulgar voice as titled prudence, fways a foul like thine, ■gems or gold what proud Iberian dame clipfes me? nor paint the dreary storms
Or hair-breadth scapes that haunt the boundless deep, and force from tender eyes the filent tear; When mem'ry to the penfive maid suggests n full contrast, the fafe domestic scene For thefe refign'd. Beyond the frantic rage Of conq'ring heroes brave, the female mind, When steel'd by love, in love's most horrid way Beholds not danger, or beholding scorns. Heav'n take my life, but let it crown my love."
She ceas'd, and ere his words her fate decreed, Impatient, watch'd the language of his eye : There pity dwelt, and from its tender sphere Sent looks of love, and faithless hopes infpir'd.
Forgive me, gen'rous maid, the youth return'd, If by thy accents charm'd, thus long I bore To let such sweetness plead, alas! in vain! Thy virtue merits more than crowns can yield Of folid bliss, or happiest love bestow. But ere from native fhores I plough'd the main, To one dear maid, by virtue and by charms Alone endear'd, my plighted vows I gave; To guard my faith, whatever chance should wait My warring fword: if conqueft, fame, and spoil Grac❜d my return, before her feet to pour The glitt'ring treasure, and the laurel wreath; Enjoying conqueft then, and fame and spoil. If fortune frown'd adverfe; and death forbade The blissful union, with my latest breath To dwell on MEDWAY'S and MARIA's name. This ardent vow deep-rooted, from my foul No dangers tore; this vow my bosom fir'd To conquer danger, and the spoil enjoy. Her fhall I leave, with fair events elate,
Who crown'd mine humblest fortune with her love? Her fhall I leave, who now perchance alone Climbs the proud cliff, and chides my flow return? And shall that veffel, whofe approaching fails
Shall fwell her breast with extafies, convey
Death to her hopes, and anguish to her foul? No! may the deep my villain-corfe devour, If all the wealth Iberian mines conceal, If all the charms Iberian maids disclose,
If thine, ELVIRA, thine, uniting all! Thus far prevail-nor can thy virtuous breast Demand, what honour, faith, and love denies." "Oh! happy fhe, rejoin'd the pensive maid, Who shares thy fame, thy virtue, and thy love! And be the happy! thy distinguish'd choice Declares her worth, and vindicates her claim. Farewel my lucklefs hopes, my flatt'ring dreams Of rapt'rous days! my guilty fuit, farewel! Yet, fond howe'er my plea, or deep the wound That waits my fame, let not the random shaft Of cenfure pierce with me th' Iberian dames : They love with caution, and with happier stars. And oh! by pity mov'd, restrain the taunts Of levity, nor brand ELVIRA's flame; By merit rais'd; by gratitude approv❜d; By hope confirm'd; with artless truth reveal'd; Let, let me fay, but for one matchless maid Of happier birth, with mutual ardor crown'd. These radiant gems, which burnifh happiness, But mock misfortune, to thy fav'rite's hand With care convey. And well may fuch adorn Her chearful front, who finds in thee alone. The fource of ev'ry transport; but difgrace My pensive breast, which doom'd to lasting woe,
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