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But dreams of thee long, livelong nights and days, O blessed youth! receive thy bonnibel", By Beauty led through all Love's rosy-thorny- | Eternal fount of virtue, love and grace! ways.
O kneel to all the gods and pray to all,
Who sparkle so divinely in her face, “ To heal his pains soft music does divide And with celestial fires her bosom bless. Most heavenly melody in soothing strains;
So shines Aurora in her rich attire, Nor heavenly melody, nor aught beside,
When she Hyperion wou'd fain caress: Save thee, ah dearest Dread! can heal bis pains. Gaze all the host of stars, and ail admire, Thy form too deeply in his breast remains. Then twinkle in their urns, and into night retire. So ever and anon he chides the gales, That slowly seem to brush the liquid plains;
“ O blessed maid! receive thy belamour), Oh! fly on all the wings of Heav'n, ye sails, With glee receive him and o'erflowing heart: Oh fly! he crys; and lo! a lover's pray'r prevails. Ne in high monarch's court, ne lady's buw'r,
A youth so form'd by Nature and by Art, “ Now cease thy sighs. She comes, (oh blessed Conspiring both, e'er cherish'd Cupid's dart. day!)
So Phæbus, lusty bridegroom of the sky, She comes, by all the Loves and Graces drest, With native splendours shines on every part; In proud humility. See, Hyinen play,
From east to west his pointed glories fly, With saffron robe and flame-embroider'd vest, He warmeth every heart, he dazzleth every eye.” (Such colours, sikerly?, suit Hymen best.) And Cupid catches rosy wafts of air
Here Thamis ended. Now the goodly train To stretch the sails and fan the royal guest.
Of all the Naïds, in most comely wise,
The Graces eke, with laughter-swelling eyes,
A rosy-chaplet, steep'd in nectar bring, “ Not Venus, queen of beauty and of bliss (The roses gather'd in the morning skies) So goodly shone, when erst 8 the goddess sprung 'Then, joining with the Naids, form a ring, From Ocean's sparkling foam ; sweet nakedness! And round them deftly daunce, and round then A thousand Smiles and Loves upon her hung,
blithly sing. And all the gods for joy and wonder sung. The Waves so proud the beamy burthen bore
“ As roses and as myrtles kindly weave Exulting; she, around her, odours flung,
Their sweets in one, much sweeter as they blend; And bade the Billows laugh and cease to roar; Emblem of marriage-love! So you, receive They gladly her obey, and gently kiss the shore. Sweets interchang'd, and to each other lend;
Then, in a blest perfume, to Heav'n ascend, “ So fair she looks, nay fairer, could it be; And iningle with the gods! While here below, Did never mortal man such charms behold New myrtles, roses new, withouten end, In bow'r or hall. Spring waits upon her cye;
From your luxurious stock, full plenteous, grow, Lo! Flora has her richest stores out-roli'd
And with their parent-sweets, and parent-beauty Of variable flow'rs and blooming gold.
glow." The meadows smile, the birds renew their love And throw themselves in pairs the young and old; Next Albion's Genius came, bedite in gold, All nature glows where-e'er her glances move, An oaken chaplet nodded on his head; And Beauty paints each field, and music fills each | The crown he held was glorious to behold, grove.
And royally he taught his feet to tread.
Soon as he spy'd the prince's goodlyhead, “ But who is yon, each other youth excelling He pointed to the crown, and rais'd his voice As much as orient gold surmounteth brass? To hail the royal pair and bless their bed: Sure Honour in his visage choose her dwelling, The jolly Chorus catch the grateful noise, And sacred Truth, perdie 9, adorns bis face; Echo the woods and vales, and Heav'n and Earth Such goodlihead and humbless never was.
rejoice. Blest be the sight! full well those looks I kenn, Where Joyaunce sits and ever-smiling Grace; Next Liberty, the fairest nymph on ground; Frederic! 'tis he! the first and best of men, The flowing plenty of her golden hair Our dearling prince to meet Augusta well-be- | Diffusing lavishly ambrosia round; seen'.
Her hands a flow'ry cornucopia bear,
Which scatters joy and pleasaunce through the air. “ And lo! what medled passions in him move, Earth smil'd, and Gladness danc'd along the sky; He gazes-wonders-(great is Beauty's pow'r!) Before her vapish'd Grief and pale-ey'd Care, And, sweetly lost in ecstasy and love,
And eft, in courteous guise, she cast her eye His eyes her whole, his lips her lips devour, On that same gentle twain, her glory and her joy. Which Venus had besprent with nectar-show'r. Her slippery charms allow his eyes no rest,
And these beside, a sacred pers'nage came, But thousand arrows, nay ten thousand pour Immaculate ard sweet as Sharon-rose: Into his wounded and transported breast; [blest! Upon her breast a bloody cross did fame, Sure none like her is fair, sure none like him is Aumail'd with gold and gems in goodly rows:
A pall of lawn adown her shoulders flows: 7 Surely. 8 Formerly.
9 An affirmation. 1 Handsome.
2 Beautiful virgin. 3 Charming lover.
4 Often. CHORUS.
Yclep'd' Eusebia. She pray'd aloud,
And, as th' harmonious charmer sings, Theo, blessing both, for her defenders chose, In triumph points his darts, and waves his wings, And spheard her glories in a purple cloud: Th' barmonious charmer paus'd to see Sutly Augusta smild, full lowly Frederic bow'd. A list'ning, wond'ring deity;
While Silence softly chain'd her tongue, Fair Fame behind a silver trumpet blew,
The grid responsive rais'd the song, Skeet to the Earth, and fragrant to the sky!
In strains like these, if strains can be
Rais'd to the raptures of a deity,
Flowing from the wond'rous spring When these attend a prince, thrice happy sub-Of uncreated and primeval light! jects case!
Beauty the first best work of God,
Spoke into being in his high abode,
With Beauty Music join, Presents, another to his bellibone6.
The breath of Heav'n Then all in lofty chorus swell the song,
To mortals given Big with their happy loves and great renown.
To swell their bliss to bliss divine! Prophetic numbers float the woods emong,
With Beauty Music join. For shepherd-lad too high, for memory too long.
Nathless 7 thy tuneful sons, O Oxford dear! Beauty, silent Harmony ! By Muses visited, may catch the lays,
Softly stealing through the eye Sweet-pouring streams of nectar on the ear,
Smiles into the breast a dart. And from their lips, in vision, learn to raise
Music, fine proportion'd sounds! Their loves and fame, to brighten future days.
Pours balm upon the lover's wounds Thee fits not, Thomalin, a simple swain,
Through the ear into the heart.
To fire with sacred rage her soul,
Touch'd into voice the sprightly strings,
And bade the silver tides of music roll.
An angel, list’ning to her lyre,
To lift the modulations higher,
Apply'd the aiding graces of bis tongue;
And while the virgin play'd, the seraph sung.
Sweetest mortal, to befriend thee,
Angels from their quires attend thee,
Angels leave their thrones to hear
Music with devotion glowing,
Music heavenly joys bestowing, Sink, boldly sink into the strings:
Worthy a seraphic ear!
Again she trembles o'er the silver strings,
Obey the sweet command,
And thus again the angel sings:
(While Silence wav'd her downy wings around, With rapture glow;
And Gladness smil'd along the purple skies;
All nature soft'ned at their fiows of sound,
Pais'd with hopes; with fears deprest; And brightned at the radiance of their eyes:)
Harmony, the soul refining!
Beauty, sense, and virtue joining
In a form and mind like thine,
Nobly raise a mortal creature
To a more exalted nature; 5 Called. 6 Fair damsel. 9 Nevertheless.
We alone are more divine!
“ But he the blooming wreath will scori),
Who scorn'd my virgin-bloom :
And me-alas! they suit not me,
Unless to deck my tomb.
The blended pow'rs of harmony
“ How oft the dear perfidious youth And mingled with the seraph's flaming quire.
Invok'd each pow'r above!
How oft he languish'd at my feet,
And vow'd eternal love!
“ How sweet the minutes danc'd away,
All melted in delight!
With him each summer-day was short,
And short each winter-night.
“'Twas more than bliss I felt:-and now
Alas! 'tis more than pain. -
Ye soft, ye rosy hours of love,
« Ah no.- Let blackness sha the night,
When first he breath'd his vows:
The scene of pleasure then-but, ah!
The source of all my woes.
« How cou'd I think so sweet a tongue
Cou'd e'er consent to lye?
'Twas easy to deceive a maid
So soft and young as I.
“ And yet he lays the fault on me,
(Where none cou'd e'er be laid, Unless my loving him too well)
And calls me perjur'd maid.
For so fierce is the passion which Stella inspires, Horrid with gold, and formidably bright
With bleeding hills he heaps the groaning plain,
In the full blaze of liberty expires. The serpent I found, but the Paradise lost.
If blest immortals bend their thoughts below,
(And verse like thine may listening angels draw) Hear'n knows with what fondness her heart I ad- What new-felt raptures through the hero roll, drest,
To find his deeds immortal as his soul! What passionate tenderness bled in my breast: To shine above each patriot's honour'd name, Yet so far was my truth from engaging belief, Thron'd in thy verse, the temple of his fame! That she frown'dat my vows, tho' she smild at Rich as the pillars which support the skies, my grief.
And bright with wit as Heav'n with starry dies:
As Virtue, firm; as Liberty, subliine; Sure never was love so ill-fated as mine;
A monument to mock the rage of Tinte. li a friend shall demand her, what, must I resign? Did Homer, say, thy glowing breast inspire Yes, yes, O resign her, be bravely distrest; To sing the Spartan with Athenian fire? And tho' I die unhappy, yet-may he be blest! Or Homer's self revives again in thee:
For Grecian chiefs and Grecian wit I see. And how blest must hebe?-Otoliveon her charms! His mighty spirit all thy genius guides, At ber wit while he wonders to sink in her arms!- And o'er thy bosom roll his golden tides. But yet, O my soul, to his friendship be just: Blest is thy fancy which durst first despise Let him live on her charms;—I'll go down to the Gods in machines and bullies from the skies. dust.
Nor Ariosto's fables fill thy page,
Nor Tasso's points, but Virgil's sober rage. To the chambers of darkness I gladly will go, Pure-temper'd fires an equal liglit maintain, For the light without her is the colour of woe: To warm' the reason, not to scorch the brain. Come, Death, then relieve me, my life I resign, How soft, how strong thy varied numbers move, Since the arrows of Loveare less friendly than thine. Or swell’d to glory, or dissolved to love.
Correct with ease, where all the Graces meet, Ye virgins of Isis, the fair and the young, Nervously plain, majestically sweet. Whose praises so often have sweetned my tongue, The Muses well thy sacrifice repay In pity, when of my sad fate you shall hear, Attendant warbling in each heavenly lay! 0», hunoar my grave with a rose and a tear! When Ariana grasps th' abhorred dart,
Each lover bleeds and feels it in bis heart.
One sigh of hers wou'd recompense my breath,
Sink from her arms into the arms of Death ! AUTHOR OF LEONIDAS, A POEM. Then rise, (so pure a wish may be forgiven)
O sweet transition, from her breast to Heav'n!
Forgive this fond excursion of my woe;
Forgive these tears, that will, rebellious, flow; Waru'd with thy verse, which Liberty inspires, Forgive these sighs, that will, unbidden, rise, Which Nature forms-and sacred Reason fires, Till death for ever close her from my eyes. I pour a trivutary lay. Receive
But thou, blest youth, may thou for ever know The honest praise a friend may dare to give, The chaste endearment, and parental glow:
Most of our poets choose their early theme The still, the sacred, the melodious bour,
The morning-closet, and the ev'ning-bow'r. Thy genius took a flight above the groves, There, when thy Muse shall let her eagle fly, The pipe neglected and the rural loves;
And nobly lift a mortal to the sky, To gol-ike Newton's praises swellid thy lyre, When all th' inspiring God dilates thy soul, Play'd with the light and grasp'd eticreal fire. And quick ideas kindle as they roll, So the young lyric-lark, on trembling wings Li British valour thy brave care engage, O'er meadows warbles, and to shepherds sings, With British valour fire the glorious page, The youthful eagle, born to nobler sway,
Bid Henry's honours in thy poem glow, Enjoys the Sun, and boldly faces day.
On Edward immortality bestow. Next brave Leonidas, with virtue warm’d, Let Agincourt, let Cressy's well-fought plain 'Theerildof Heav'n and thee! our wonder charm’d: Kun purple in thy lines and bleed again; Our sonder and our silence best can teli
Britannia then, no more her sons shall mourn, How much be lov'd nis Greece, how great he fell. Extinct, forgotten in the silent urn: Hi arın how dreadful, how compos’d his mien ! Born on the wings of verse their names shall rise, Fusce as a god, and as a god serene.
Dear to the earth and grateful to the skies.
Hail, Poetry! whose life infusing lays
Nigrescat æther, pectore candido Bid time roll back and slecping atoms raise;
Pax alba ridet: mugiat Africus, Dust into being wake, expand the tomb,
Eurusque; tu, tranquilla Virtus,
Vere tumens, Zephyros reduces.
Tranquilla Virtus, nescia criminis,
Mente quatit placidâ Novembris.
Nec me November mente hilari quatit, Through humbler realms of knowledge loves to flow. Tristesque Menses: fallitur improba Promiscuous beauties dignify thy breast,
Vel Cura Musis, vel Choreis,
Dulcè vices subeunte Baccho.
Nunc intimas & suave Nectar
Ovidii fuit in medullas.
Mentem illa semper cantu Heliconio
Accendit: lo! me jam aperto
Virgilius dedit ire cælo.
Decore, gestu, voce, vultu
Ille oculos capit, ille mentes.
Odi profanos, pace tua, jocos,
Vanburge, -odi: me gravis attrahit Nor gems nor spice cou'd Nature no! to name, Shakespear, Cothurnati per ævun Bright as thy wit, or fragrant as thy fame.
Omne Pater, Columenque Regni.