When loft I flept, methought, my ravish'd eye,
On distant heaths, his radiant form furvey'd ;
Tho' night's thick clouds encompass'd all the fky,
The gems that bound his brow, difpell'd the fhade.
Ohow this bofom kindled at the fight!
Led by their beams I'urg'd the pleafing 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 stay;
See, fee, he grafps the fteel-forbear my love-
IANTHE Comes; thy princefs haftes away."
Scornful fhe fpoke, and heedless of reply
The lovely maniac bounded o'er the plain;
The piteous victim of an angry fky!
Ah me! the victim of her proud disdain!
He indulges the fuggeftions of spleen 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!
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!
The peaceful regions of content invade!
With deadly poifon taint the crystal springs!
With noisome vapour blast the verdant fhade!
I know their leader, fpleen; and dread the fway
Of rigid EURUS, his detefted fire;
Thro' one my bloffoms and my fruits decay;
Thro' one my pleasures, and my hopes expire.
Like fome pale strippling, when his icy way
Kelenting yields beneath the noontide beam,
I ftand aghaft; and chill'd with fear furvey
How far I've tempted life's deceitful stream!
Where by remorse impell'd, repuls'd by fears,
Shall wretched fancy a retreat explore ?
She flies the fad prefage of coming years,
And forr'wing dwells on pleasures now no more!
Again with patrons, and with friends the roves;
But friends and patrons never to return!
She fees the nymphs, the graces, and the loves,
But fees them, weeping o'er LUCINDA's urn.
She vifits, Isis! thy forfaken ftream,
Oh ill forfaken for Boeotian air!
She deems no flood reflects fo bright a beam,
No reed fo verdant, and no flow'rs fo fair.
She dreams beneath thy facred fhades were peace,
Thy bays might ev'n the civil ftorm repel;
Reviews thy focial blifs, thy learned eafe,
And with no chearful accent cries, farewel!
Farewel, with whom to these retreats I ftray'd!
By youthful fports, by youthful toils ally'd !
Joyous we fojourn'd in thy circling shade,
And wept to find the paths of life divide.
She paints the progefs of my rival's vow;
Sees ev'ry mufe a partial ear incline;
Binds with luxuriant bays his favour'd brow,
Nor yields the refufe of his wreath to mine.
She bids the flatt'ring mirror, form'd to pleafe,-
Now blaft my hope, now vindicate despair;
Bids my fond verse the love-fick parley ceafe;'
Accuse my rigid fate, acquit my fair.
Where circling rocks defend fome pathlefs vale,"
Superfluous mortal, let me ever rove!
Alas! there echo will repeat the tale-...
Where fhall I find the filent fcenes I love?
Fain would I mourn my lucklefs fate alone; :
Forbid to please, yet fated to admire ;
Away my friends! my forrows are my own!
Why should I breathe around my fick defire ?
Bear me ye winds, indulgent to my pains, Near fome fad ruin's ghaftly fhade to dwell! here let me fon dly eye the rude remains,
And from the mould'ring refufe, build my cell!
Genius of ROME! thy proftrate pomp display !
Trace ev'ry difmal proof of fortune's pow'r ;
Let me the wreck of theatres furvey,
Or penfive fit beneath fome nodding tow'r..
Or where fome duct, by roiling feafor worn,
Convey'd pure ftreams to ROME's imperial wall,
Near the wide breach in filence let nie mourn;
Or tune my dirges to the water's fall.
Genius of CARTHAGE! paint thy ruin'd pride;
Tow'rs, arches, fanes in wild confufion ftrewn ;
Let banish'd MARIUS, low'ring by thy fide,
Compare thy fickle fortunes with his own.
Ah no! thou monarch of the ftorms! forbear
3.
My trembling nerves abhor thy rude control;
And scarce a pleafing twilight foothes my care,
Ere one vaft death like darkness shocks my foul.
Forbear thy rage-on no perennial base
Is built frail fear, or hope's deceitful pile; My pains are fled-my joy refumes its place, Shou'd the sky brighten, or MELISSA fmile.
Inopemque vitam in tugurio ruinarum Carthaginenfium toléravit, cum Marius infpiciens Carthaginem, illa intuens Marium, alter alteri poffent effe folatio.
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