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Nor in the Thespian vallies did you play; Of more than female tenderness :
Nor then on Mincio's bank *

How, in the thoughtless days of wealth and joy,
Belet with osiers dank ;

Which oft the care of others good destroy, Nor where. Clicumnus + rolls his gentle Her kindly melting heart, freain ;

To every want and every woe,
Nor where, thro' hanging woods,

To guilt itself when in distress,
Steep Anio 1 pours his foods;

The balm of pity would impart,

yet where Mcles | or liflus g stray. And all relief that bounty could bestow ! Ill does it now beicem,

E'en for the kid or lamb, that pour'd its life That, of your guardian care bereft,

Beneath the bloody knife, To dire ditcase and death your darling should Her gentle tears would fall; (all, be leti.

Tears from liveet Virtue's fource, benevolent ta Now what avails it, that in early blooin,

Not only good and kind,
When liglat fantastic toys

But strong and elevated was her mind :
Are all her lex's joys,

A spirit that, with noble pride,
With you the fearch'd the wit of Greece Could look fuperior down
and Rome;

On Fortune's smile or frown;
And all that in her latter davs,

That could, without regret or pain,
To emulate her ancient praile,

To Virtue's losref duty facrifice
Italia's happy genius could produce;

Or Int'reft or Ainbition's highest prize;
Or what the Gallic fire

That, injurilor offended, never try'd
Bright sparkling could inspire,

Its dignity, by vengeance, to maintain,
By all the Graces temper'd and resin’d; But by magnanimous disdain.
Or what, in Britain's ille,

A wit, that temperately bright,
Most favour'd with your finile,

With inoffensive light
The pow'rs of Rcalon and of Fancy join'd

All pleasing thone; nor ever paft (hand, To full perfection have confpir'd to saite ?

The docent bounds that Wisdom's sober Ah! what is now the uíc

And siect Benevolence's mild command, Of all these treasures that enrich'd her mind, And bathful Modesty, before it cast. To black Oblivion's gloom for ever now con- A prudence undeceiving, undeceiv'd, sign’d!

That nor too little nor too much believ'd; At least, ye Nine, her spotless name

That scorn'd unjust Sufpicion's coward fear, Tis yours froin death to favc,

And, without weakness, knew to be sincere, And in the temple of immortal Fame

Such Lucy was, when, in her fairest days, With golden characters her worth

Amidst th’acclaim of universal praise,

engrave. Come then, ye virgin sisters, come,

In life's and glory's frethest bloom, And itreiv with choices fiovers her hal-Death came remortelets on, and funk her to the low'd toinb;

tomb. But foremost thou, in sable vestment clad, So, where the flent streams of Liris glide,

With accents sweet and lad, (ra's urn In the soft bofom of Campania's vale, Thou plaintive Nuse, whom o'er his Lau- When now the wintry tempests all are fled, Unhappy Petrarch callid to mourn;

And genial summer breathes her gentle gale, O come, and to this fairer Laura pay

The verdant orange lifts its beauteous head; A more impallion'u tvar, a more pathetic lay! From ev'ry branch the balmy flow'rets rife, Tell how each beauty of her mind and face

On ev'ry bough the golden fruits are ften; Was brighten’d by some sweet peculiar

With odours fiicet it fills the smiling skies; How eloqucnt in cv'ry look (grace!

The'wood-nymphs iend it, and th’Idalian Thru' her expreflive eyes her soul distinály

qucen: Spoke!


But, in the midst of all its blooming pride, Tell hoiv her manners, by the world re

A fudden blast from Apenninus blows, Left all the taint of inoxlih vice behind,

Cold with perpetual snows; [and dies, And made each charm of polith'd courts

The tender-blighted plant ihrinks up its leaves, With candid Truth's finiplicity,


Arise, O Petrarch! from th’Elysian bow'rs, And uncorrupted Innocence !

With never-fading myrtles twin'd, Tell how to more than manly fenfe

And fragrant with anbrofial fowers, She join'd thc soft'ning influence

Where to thy Laura thou again art join'd;

The Mincio runs by Mantua, the birth-place of Virgil. + The Clicumnus is a river o: Umbria, the relidence of Propertius.

The Anio runs tro' Tibui or Tivoli, where Horace had a villa. || Th- Meles is a river in lonia, from whence Homer, supposed to be born on its banks, is called Me'lingenes The liilsus is a river at Athens,

Arise, Arise, and hither bring the silver lyre, Herbs, too, she knew, and well of each could The matron fate : and some with rank the speak,

O fatal, fatal stroke!
Tun'd by thy skilful hand,

That all this pleasing fabric Love had rais'd To the loft notes of elegant desire,

Of rare felicity,
With which o'er many a land

On which ev’n wanton Vice with envy gaz’d, Was spread the faine of thy disastrous love; And ev'ry Ichemc of bliss our hcarts had form’d, To me resign the vocal ihell,

With foothing hope for many a future day,
And teach my sorrows to relate

In one fad moment broke!
Their melancholy tale so well,
As may e'en things inanimate, [move. Nor dare th'áll-wise Disposer to arraign,

Yet, Q my soul! thy rising murmurs stay; Rough mountain oaks and detart rocks, pity

Or against his supreme decrce What were, alas ! thy woes, compar’d to With impious grief complain. mine?

That allthy full-blownjoys at once should fade, To thee thy mistress in the blissful band Was his most righteous will—and be that will Of Hymen never gave her hand;

obey'd ! The joys of wedded love were never thine.

Would thy fond love his grace to her controul;
In thy domestic care

And, in these low abodes of fin and pain,
She never bore a share,

Her pure exalted soul, '
Nor with endearing art

Unjustly, for thy partial good, detain?
Would heal thy wounded heart

No-rather strive thy grovelling mind to raiso
Of every secret grief that foster'd there: Up to that unclouded blaze,
Nor did her fond affection on the bed That heavenly radiance of eternal light,
Of ticknels watch thee, and thy languid head In which enthron'd, the now with pity fecs
Whole nights on her unwearied arm futtain,

How frail, how insecure, how slighi,
And charm away the sense of pain :

Is ev'ry mortal bliss;
Nor did the crown your mutual fame

Ev'n Love itfelf, if riting by degrees With pledges dear,andwith a father's tender name. Beyond the bounds of this imperfc&t ftate, O best of wives! O dearer far to me

Whofe flecting joys so soon must end, Than when thy virgin charms

It does not to its fovereign good ascend. Were yielded to my arms;

Rife then, my foul, with hope elate, How can my soul endure the loss of thee?

And seek those regions of serene delight, How in the world (to me a defart grown,

Whofe peaceful path, and ever open gate, Abando i'd and alone)

No feet but those of harden'd Guilt shall miss: Without my fiveet companion can I live?

There Death himself thy Lucy thali restore; Without thy lovely sinile,

There yield up all his power, ne'er to divide you The dşar reward of every virtuous toil, What pleasures now can pallid Ambition give?

E'en the delightful sense of well-earn'd praise, Vnthard by thee, no more my lifeless thoughts

§ 104. A Winter Piece, Anon. could raise.

IT was a winter's evening, and fast came down the snow,

[did blow, For my distracted mind

And keenly o'er the wide heath the bitter blatt What Tuccour can I find ?

When a damsel all-forlorn, quite bewilderd in On whom for confolation shall I call?

[fay: Support me, ev'ry friend; Your kind allistance lend,

Prest her baby to her bofom, and sadly thus did To bear the weight of this oppressive woe.

“ Oh! cruel was my father, that shut his door Alas! each friend of mine,

on me;

[sec; My dear departed love, so much was thine,

And cruel was my mother, that such a sight could That none has any comfort to bestow, And cruel is the wiltt'ry wind, that chills my My books, the best relief

heart with cold;

[for gold! In every other grief,

But cruelier than all, the lad that left my love Are now with your idea fadden'd all: Hush, hush, my lovely baby, and warm thee in Each favourite author we together read,

my breast;

streft ; My tortur'd memory wounds, and speaks of Ah ! little thinks thy father how sadly we're disLucy dcad.

For cruel as he is, did he know but how we fare, We were the happiest pair of human kind:

He'd shield us in his arms from this bitter pierc. The rolling year its various course per form’d,

ing air. And back return'd again :

Cold, cold, my dearest jewel! thy little life is gone: Another, and another, smiling came, Oh! let my tears revive thee, so warm that trickle And faw our happiness unchang'd remain.


(they fall : Still in her golden chain

My tears that guíh so warm, oh they freeze before Harmonious Concord did our wishes bind : Ah, wretched, wretched motber! thou’rt now Our studies, pleasures, taste, the fam.c.

bereit of all."



her way,

fide ;

Then down Mesunk, despairing, upon the drifted Eager, perdie, to bask in sunny day!

[her woe: The noises internix'd, which thence resound, And, wrung with killing anguish, lamented loud Do Learning's little tenement betray; She kiss'd her baby's pale lips, and laid it by her

Where fits the dame, disguis'd in look pro[head, and died. found,

(around. Then caft her eyes to Heaven, then bow'd her And eyes her Fairy throng, and turns her wheel

сар, ,

far whiter than the driven snow, ( 105. The School Mistress. In Imitation of Spenser. Emblem right ineet of decency dues vield;



apron, dy'd in grain, as blue, I trowe,

As is the harc-bell thar adorns the field : Auditæ voces, vagitus et ingens,

And in her hand, for fceptre, she does wield Lufantumque arima flentes in limine primo.

Tway birchen sprays, with anxious fear VIRG.

entwin'd, AH meh full forely is my heart forlorn,

With dark distrust, and sad repentance fillid; To think how modest worth neglected lies, And stedfast hate, and tharp amiction join’d; While partial Fame doth with her blasts adorn And fury uncontrould, and chastisement unSuch deeds alone as pride and pomp disguise;

kind. Dceds of ill fort, and mischievous emprize : Lend me thy clarion, Goddess! let me try

Few but have kenn'd, in semblance meet To found the praise of merit ere it dies;


The childish faces of old Æol's train,
Such as I oft have chanced to elpy,
Lost in the dreary shades of dull obscurity.

Libs, Notus, Aufter*: these in frowns array'd,

How then would farcor earth, or ikv,or main, In ev'ry village, mark'd with little spire,

Were the stern god to give his slaves the rein? Embow'r'd in trees, and hardly known to And were not the rebellious breasts to quell, Famc,

And were not the her viatutes to maintai, There dwells, in lowly shade and mcan attire, The cot no more, I ween, were deem'd the A matron old, whom we School Misirets


[dwelle naine;

Where comely peace of mind and decent order Who boasts unruly brats with birch to tame: They, grieven fore, in piteous durance pent,

A ruslet stole was o'er her thoulders thrown; Aw'd by the pow'r of this relentles dainc, A rufet kirtle fenc'd the nipping air ;

And oft-times, on vagaries idly bent, 'Twas fimple ruilct, but it was her own: For unkempt hair, or talk unconn'd, are forely 'Twas herown country bred the dock fo fair; thent.

'Twas her own labour did the fleece prepare; And all in fight doth rise a birchen tree,

And, footh to say, her supils, rang’d around, Which Learning near her little dome did

Thro' pious awe, did term it palling rare ; Whilome a twig of imall regard to fee, (stow, And think, no doubt, the been the greate wight

For they in gaping wonderinent abound, Tho' now fo wide its waving branches flow, And work the timple vassals mickle woe;

on ground. For not a wind inight curl the leaves that Albeit, nè fatt'ry did corrupt her truth; blew,

[low; Ne

pompous title did debauch her ear; But their limbs shudderd, and their pulle beat Goody, good-woman, gotip, n’aunt, forsooth, And as they look'd they found their horror Or dame, the sole additions she did hear; grew,

Yet these the challeng'd, thefe de helt right And shap'd it into rods, and tingled at the view.

dear: So have I seen (who has not, may conceive)

Ne would csteem him act as mought bchore, A lifeless phantom near a garden plac'd;

Who Mould not honor'deld with these rerere; So doth it wanton birds of peace bercave

For never title yet to mean could prove, Of sport, of song, of pleature, of repast:

But there waseke amind which did that title love. They start, they starc, they wheel, they look One ancient hen she took delight to feed,

aghast ; Sad servitude ! such comfortless annoy

The plodding pattern of the busy dame,

Which ever and anon, impell’d by need, May no bold Briton's riper age e'er taste!

Into her scliool, begirt with chickens, came; Ne superstition clog his dance of joy,

Such favour did her paft deportment claim: Ne vision empty, vain, his native bliss destroy.

And if neglect had lavish'd on the ground Near to this dome is found a patch fo green, Fragment of bread, she wouldcollect the same;

On which the tribe their gambols do display; For well she knew, and quaintly could exAnd at the door imprisining board is feen,

pound, Lai weakly wiglits of linaller size should Whar sin it were to waste the smallest crumb the fray,


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(pride!) That in her garden fipp'd the filv'ry dew; (The source of childrens and of courtier's Where no vain flow'r disclos’d a gaudy ftrcak, Redress'd affronts (for vile affronts there But herbs for use and physic, not a few,

pass'd ;) Of grey renown, within those borders grew; And waru’d them not the fretful to deride,

The tufted basil, pun-provoking thyme, But love each other dear, whatever them betide. Fresh baum, and marygold of cheerful hue,

Right well she knew each temper to descry ; The lowly gill, that never dares to climb;

Tothwart the proud, and the submiss to raise; And more I fain would fing, disdaining here to

Some with vile copper prize exalt on high, rhyme.

And some entice with pictance finall of praise; Yet euphrasy may not be left unsung,

And other some with baleful sprig lhe 'frays: That gives dim eyes,to wander leagues around, E'en absent, she the reins of pow'r doth hold, And pungent radish, biting infant's tongue, While with quaint arts the giddy crowd the And plantain ribb'd, that heals the reaper's

sways; wound;

Forewarn'd, if little bird their pranks behold, And marj'ram fiveet, in shepherd's posie found ; | 'Twill whilper in her car, and all the scene unAnd lavender, whose spikes of azure bloom

fold. Shall be, erewhile, in arid bundles bound, To lurk amidst the labours of her loom,

Lo! now with state the utters the command!

Efttoons the urchins to their tasks repair; And crown her kerchicfs clean with mickle rare perfume.

Their books of stature small, they take in hand,

Which with pellucid horn secured are, And here trim rosemarine,that whilom crown'd

To save from finger wet the letters fair. The daintiest garden of the pruudest peer, The work so gay, that on their back is seen, Ere, driven from its envy'd site, it found

St. George's high atchievements docs declare, A sacred shelter for its branches here;

On which thilk wight that has ygazing Where edg’d with gold its glittring skirts


[ween! appcar.

Kens the forth-coming rod, unpleasing light I O wassel days! O customs meet and well ! Ere this was banish'd from its lofty sphere;

Ah! luckless he, and born beneath the beam Simplicity then sought this humble cell,

Of evil ftar! it irks me whilft I write! Nor ever would fhe more with thane and lord

As erst the bard *, by Mulla's silver stream, ling dwell.

Oft as he told of deadly dolorous plight,

Sigh'd as he sung, and did in tears indite; Here oft the dame, on Sabbath's decent eve,

For, brandishing the rod, the doth begin Hymned such plalms as Sternhold forth did

To loose the brogues, the stripling's late de mete;

light! If winter 'were, se to her hearth did cleare;

And down they drop; appears his dainty But in her garden found a summer-seat:

Fair as the furry coat of whitest ermilin. (skin, Sweet melody! to hear her then repeat How Ifrael's sons, beneath a foreign king,

O ruthful scene! when from a nook obscure While taunting foe-men did a song entreat,

His little sister doth his peril see; All for the nonce untuning ev'ry striny,

All playful as the fat, she grows demure; Up-hung their useless lyres-finall heart had they

She finds full soon her wonted spirits flees to sing.

She meditates a pray'r to set him free;

Nor gentle pardon could this dame deny For she was just, and friend to virtuous lore,

(If gentle pardon could with dames agree) And pass'd much time in truly virtuous deed;

To her fad grief that swells in either eye, And in those elfins ears would oft deplore The times when Truth by Popith rage did. And wrings her fo, that all for pity she could die. bleed,

No longer can the now her shrieks command; And tortious death was true Devotion's meed; And hardly the forbcars, thro’ awful fear,

And fimple Faith in iron chains did mourn, To rushen forth, and, with presumptuous hand, That nould on wooden įmage place her creed ;

To stay harsh justice in its mid career. And lawny saints in smould'ring flaines did

On thee the calls, on thee, her parent dear! burn:

(Ah! too remote to ward the shameful blow!) Ah, dearest Lord! forefend thilk days should e'er

She sees no kind domestic visage near,

And soon a flood of tears begin to flow, In elbow-chair, like that of Scottish ftem,

And gives a loote at last to unavailing woe. By the sharp tooth of cank’ring Eld defac'd, But ah! what pen his piteous plight may trace! In which, when he receives his diadem,

Or what device his loud laments explain? Our fovereign prince and liefeft licge is The form uncouth of his disguised face? plac'd,

The pallid hue that dyes his looks amain!




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The plcnteous show'r that docs his check Yet, nurs’d with skill, what dazzling fruits diftain ?

appcar ! When he in abjeet wise implores the dame, E'cn now sagacious foresight points to show Ne hopeth auglit of sweet reprieve to gain ; A little bench of heedless billiops here,

Or when from high the levels well her aim, And there a chancellor in embryo, And thro' the thatch his cries each falling stroke Or bard subline, if bard may c'er be fo; proclain.

As Milton, Shakespeare, names that ne'er

thall dic! The other tribe, aghaft, with fore dismay

Tho'now hc crawls along the ground so low; Attend, and con their tasks with mickle

Nor weeting how the Muse thould foar on By turns, aftony d, ev'ry twig survey, [care; And from their fellow's hateful wounds be. Witheth, poor starv’ling elf! his paper kite may


[fty, ware,

(thare; Knowing, I wist, horv cach the same may And this, perhaps, who cens’ring the design, Till fear has taught them a performance Low lays the house which that of cards meet,

doth build, And to the well-known chest the dame repair, Shall Dennis be! if rigid Fates incline ; Whence oft with sugar'd cates the doth 'em And many an epic to his rage thall yield, greet,

[liveet !

And many a poet quit th’Aonian field: And gingerbread y-rare, now, certes, doubly And sour’dby age, profound he shall appear, See, to their seats they hye with merry glee,

As he who now, with 'sdainful fury thrill'd, And in besecmly order sitten there,

Survers mine work, and levels many a fneer, All but the wight of bum y.galled ; he (chair And furls his wrinkly front, and crics, What Abhorreth bench, and tool, and fourm, and

Ituff is here? (This hand in mouth y-fix’d, - that rends

But now Dan Phæbus gains the middle sky, his hair)


And Liberty unbars her prilon door; And eke with snubs profound, and heaving

And, like a rushing torrent, out they fly, Convulfions interunitting! does declare

And now the graily cirque han cover d o'er His grievous yrong, his dame's unjust

With boift'rous revel-rout and wild uproar. beheft,

carefs d.

A thousand ways in wanton rings they run; And scorns her offer'd love, and shuns to be

Heav'n fhield their short-liv'd pastimes, I inHis face besprent, with liquid crystal shines ; plore !

His blooning face,that seems a purple flow'r, For well may Freedom erst so dearly won, Which low to carth its didoping head declines, Appear to Britishelf more gladíomc than thesun.

All imeard and fully'd by a vernal show'r. the hard bofoms of despotic pow'r!

Enjoy poor imps ! enjoy your sportive trade, All, all, but she, the author of his shame;

And chace gay fies, and cull the fairest All, all but the, regret this mournful hour: Yet hence the youth, and hence the flow'r,

For when my bones in grass-green fods are laid; thall claim,

For never may ye taste more careless hours If so I dcem aright, transcending worth and fame.

In knightly castles or in ladies bow'rs.

O vain to seek delight in carthly things? Behiod fome door in melancholy thought, But most in courts, where proud Ambition Mindless of food, he, dreary caixiff! pines ; tow'rs;

[spring Ne for his felloivs joyaunce careth auglit, Deluded wight! who weens fair peace can

But to the wind all merriment resigns, Beneath the pompous dome of kefar or of king. And deems it fhaine if he to peace inclines;

And many a sullen look aíkaunce is fent, Sce in each sprite some various bent appear! Which for his dame's annoyance he designs ;

There rudely carol most incondite lay; And ftill the inore to pleasure him the's bent,

Those faunt'ring on the green with jocund leer, The more doth he, perverse, her 'haviour past

Salute the stranger passing on his way: rcfent.

Some builden fragile tenements of clay;

Some to the standing lake their courses bend, Ah, me! how much I fear left pride it be!

With pebbles smooth, at duck and drake to · But if that pride it be, which thus inspires,

play ; Beware ye daines! with nice discernment, see Thilk to the huxter's fav'ry cottage tend,

Ye quench not too the sparks of nobler fires : In pastry kings and queens th'allotted mite to Ah !. better far than all the Muses Tyres

fpend. (All coward arts) is valour's gen'rous heat; The firm fix'd breast which fit and right re- Here, as each season yields a different store, quires,

Each season's stores in order ranged been ; Like Vernon's patriot foul, more jusly great Apples with cabbage-net y-cover'd o'er, (scen; Than craft that pumpsforill, or flow’ry false deceit. Galling full sore th’unmoney'd wight, are


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