"Be every youth like royal Abbas mov'd, "And every Georgian maid like Abra lov'd!" And oft the royal lover left the care And thorns of ftate, attendant on the fair; Oft to the fhades and low-roof'd cots retir'd, Or fought the vale where first his heart was fir'd: A ruffet mantle, like a fwain, he wore, And thought of crowns and bufy courts no more. "Be every youth like royal Abbas mov'd, "And every Georgian maid like Abra lov'd !" Bleft was the life, that royal Abbas led : happy days! the maids around her fay; O hafte, profufe of bleffings, hafte away! "Be every youth, like royal Abbas, mov'd; "And every Georgian maid, like Abra, lov'd!". ECLOGUE ECLOGUE IV. AGIB AND SECANDER; OR, THE FUGITIVES. SCENE, A MOUNTAIN IN CIRCASSIA. TIME, MIDNIGHT. N fair Circaffia, where, to love inclin❜d, IN Each fwain was bleft, for every maid was kind; And none, but wretches, haunt the twilight plains; SECANDER. O ftay thee, Agib, for my feet deny, Trace our fad flight thro' all its length of way! And yon wide groves, already paft with pain! AGIB. Weak as thou art, yet hapless must thou know The toils of flight, or fome feverer woe! Still as I hafte, the Tartar fhouts behind, And fhrieks and forrows load the faddening wind: He blafts our harvests, and deforms our land. 4 SE SECANDER. Unhappy land, whofe bleffings tempt the fword, In vain, unheard, thou call'ft thy Perfian lord! In vain thou court'ft him, helpless, to thine aid, To fhield the fhepherd, and protect the maid! Far off, in thoughtlefs indolence refign'd, Soft dreams of love and pleafure footh his mind: 'Midft fair fultanas loft in idle joy, No wars alarm him, and no fears annoy. AGIB. Yet these green hills, in fummer's fultry heat, Sweet to the fight is Zabran's flowery plain, |