Pitying his toil, the wond'rous truth I told ; Yes, from the gods, from earliest Saturn, fprung Oft, when a mortal vow profanes my ear, My fire's dread fury murmurs thro' the sky; And fhou'd I yield-his inftant rage appears, He darts th' uplifted vengeance and I die. Have you not heard unwonted thunders roll! Have you not feen more horrid light'nings glare! "Twas then a vulgar love enfuar'd my soul; 'Twas then-I hardly scap'd the fatal fnare. 'Twas then a peasant pour'd his amorous vow, But oh! I faint! why waftes my vernal bloom, When When laft I flept, methought, my ravish'd eye, how this bofom kindled at the fight! Led by their beams I urg'd the pleasing chace; "Till, on a fudden, thefe with-held their lightAll, all things envy the fublime embrace, But now no more-behind the diftant grove, Wanders my deftin'd youth, and chides my ftay; See, fee, he grafps the fteel-forbear, my loveIANTHE Comes; thy princess haftes away." Scornful the spoke, and heedlefs of reply. Ah me! the victim of her proud disdain! He indulges the fuggeftions of fpleen: an elegy to the winds. Eole, namque tibi divum pater atque hominum rex Et mulcere dedit mentes & tollere vento. TERN monarch of the winds, admit my pray'r! STER Awhile thy fury check, thy ftorms confine! No trivial blaft impells the paffive air; But brews a tempest in a breast like mine. What bands of black ideas fpread their wings! With deadly poison taint the crystal springs ! I know their leader, spleen; and dread the sway Thro' one my blossoms and my fruits decay; Thro' one my pleasures, and my hopes expire. Like fome pale ftripling, when his icy way Where 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 forfaken stream, She deems no flood reflects fo bright a beam, She dreams beneath thy facred shades were peace, And with no chearful accent cries, farewel! Farewel, with whom to these retreats I ftray'd! And wept to find the paths of life divide, She paints the progrefs of my rival's vow ; She She bids the flatt'ring mirror, form'd to please, Where circling rocks defend fome pathlefs vale, Alas! there echo will repeat the tale Where fhall I find the filent scenes I love? Fain would I mourn my lucklefs fate alone; Away my friends! my forrows are my own ; Why should I breathe around my fick defire ? 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 feasons worn, Or tune my dirges to the water's fall. 1 |