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So smiles the surface of the treacherous main,
As o'er its waves the peaceful halcyons play ; When soon rude winds their wonted rule regain,
And sky and ocean mingle in the fray.
But let or air contend, or ocean rave;
Ev'n hope subside amid the billows tost; Hope, still emergent, still contemns the wave,
And not a feature's wonted smile is loft.
To a lady on the language of birds.
OME then, Dione, let us range the grove,
The science of the feather'd choirs explore ; Hear linnets argue, larks descant of love,
And blame the gloom of folitude no more.
My doubt subsides—’tis no Italian song,
Nor senseless ditry, chears the vernal tree: Ah! who, that hears Dione's tuneful tongue,
Shall doubt that music may with sense agree ?
And come, my muse! that lov'st the silvan shade ;
Evolve the mazes, and the mist dispel : Translate the song ; çonvince my doubting maid,
No solemn dervise can explain so well.
Pensive beneath the twilight shades I fate,
The Nave of hopeless vows, and cold disdain! When PhiloMEL address’d his mournful mate,
And thus I constru'd the mellifluent strain.
Sing on, my bird—the liquid notes prolong,
At ev'ry note a lover sheds his tear ;
He the sad source of our complaining knows;
A foe to TEREUS, and to lawless love! He mourns the story of our ancient woes;
Ah! cou'd our music his complaints remove !
Yon' plains are govern’d by a peerless maid ;
And see, pale Cynthia mounts the vaulted sky, A train of lovers court the checquer'd shade ;
Sing on, my bird, and hear thy mate's reply.
Ere while no shepherd to these woods retird;
No lover bleft the glow-worm’s pallid ray ; But ill-star'd birds, that lift'ning not admir'd,
Or lift'ning envy'd our superior lay.
Cheard by the sun, the vassals of his pow'r,
Let such by day unite their jarring strains ! But let us chuse the caim, the silent hour,
Nor want fit audience while Dione reigns.”
He describes his vision to an acquaintance. Catera per terras omnes animalia, &c, Virg.
N distant heaths, beneath autumnal skies,
Pensive I saw the circling shades descend; Weary and faint I heard the storm arise,
While the sun vanish'd like a faithless friend. .
No kind companion led my steps aright ;
No friendly planet lent its glim’ring ray; Ev’n the lone cot refus'd its wonted light,
Where toil in peaceful sumber clos'd the day.
Then the dull bell had giv'n a pleasing found;
The village cur ’twere transport then to hear ; In dreadful silence all was hush'd around,
While the rude storm alone distress'd mine ear.
As led by Orwell's winding banks I stray'd,
Where tow'ring Wolsey breath'd his native air ; A sudden lustre chas'd the flitting shade,
The founding winds were hush'd, and all was fair.
Instant a grateful form appear'd confest;
White were his locks with aweful scarlet crown'd, And livelier far than Tyrian seem'd his vest, That with the glowing purple ting'd the ground.
is Stranger, he said, amid this pealing rain,
Benighted, lonesome, whither wou'dst thou stray ? Does wealth or pow'r thy weary step constrain ?
Reveal thy wish, and let me point the way.
For know I trod the trophy'd paths of pow'r ;
Felt ev'ry joy that fair ambition brings ; And left the lonely roof of yonder bow'r,
To stand beneath the canopies of kings.
I bade low hinds the tow'ring ardour share ;
Nor meanly rose, to bless myself alone : I snatch'd the shepherd from his fleecy care,
And bade his wholesome dictate guard the throne.
Low at my feet the suppliant peer I saw;
I saw proud empires my decision wait ; My will was duty, and my word was law,
My smile was transport, and my frown was fate.”
Ah me! said I, nor pow'r I seek, nor gain ;
Nor urg'd by hope of fame these toils endure ; A simple youth, that feels a lover's pain,
And, from his friend's condolance, hopes a cure.
He, the dear youth, to whose abodes I roam,
Nor can mine honours, nor my fields extend; Yet for his fake I leave
distant home, Which oaks embosom, and which hills defend.,