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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 subfide amid the billows toft ; Hope, still emergent, still contemns the wave,
And not a feature's wonted smile is loft,
E L EGY
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 solitude no more.
My doubt subsides-m’tis no Italian song,
Nor senseless ditty, 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 filvan shade ;
Evolve the mazes, and the mist dispel : Translate the song; convince my doubting maid,
No folemn dervise can explain so well.
Pensive beneath the twilight shades I fate,
The slave 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 fhade ;
Sing on, my bird, and hear thy mate's reply.
Ere while no fhepherd to these woods retird;
No lover bleft the glow-worm's pallid ray; But ill-star'd birds, that listning not admir'd,
Or lift'ning envy'd our superior lay.
Chear'd by the sun, the valíals of his pow'r,
Let such by day unite their jarring strains ! But let us chuse the calm, the silent hour,
Nor want fit audience while Dione reigns."
He describes his vision to an acquaintance. Cætera per terras oinnes animalia, &c. VIRG.
Pensive I saw the circling shades descend ; Weary and faint I heard the storm arise,
While the fun 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 slumber clos’d the day.
Then the dull bell had giv'n a pleasing sound;
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.
Inftant a grateful form appear'd confest;
White were his locks with aweful scarleț crown'd, And livelier far than Tyrian seem'd his vest, That with the glowing purple ting’d the ground.
. 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 feek, 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;