See cherries here, ere cherries vet abound, With thread fo white in tempting pofies ty'd, Scatt'ring, like blooming maid, their glances round, With pamper'd look draw little eyes afide, And mult be bought, tho' penury betide! own, The plumb all azure, and the nut all brown; And here, each feafon, do thofe cakes abide, Whofe honour'd names the inventive city [known. Rend'ring thro' Britain's ifle Salopia's praifes Admir'd Salopia! that with venial pride[wave, Eyes her bright form in Severn's ambient Fam'd for her loyal cares in perils try'd;[brave: Her daughters lovely, and her ftriplings Ah! midit the reft, may flow'rs adorn his grave Whofe art did first thefe dulcet cates difplay! A motive fair to Learning's imps he gave, Who cheerlefs o'er her darkling region stray, Till Reafon's morn arife, and light them on their The morn that lights you, to your loves fupplics Each gentler ray, delicious to your eyes; For you thofe flow's her fragrant hands beftow, And yours the love that kings delight to know. Yet think not thefe, all beauteous as they are, The beft kind bleflings Heav'n can grant the Who truft alone in beauty's feeble ray, [fair: Boaft but the worth Ballora's ↑ pearls difplay! 'Drawn from the deep, we own the furface bright; But, dark within, they drink no luftrous light. 'Such are the maids, and fuch the charms they By fenfe unaided, or to virtue loft. [boaft; Self-Hatt'ring fex! your hearts believė, in vain, That love fhall blind, when once he fires the Or hope a lover by your faults to win,[fwaid As fpots on ermin beautify the fkin: 'Who feeks fecure to rule, be firft her care Each fofter virtue that adorns the fair; Each tender paflion man delights to find The lov'd perfection of a female mind. [reign, 'Blefs'd were the days when wifdom held her And fhepherds fought her on the filent plain; With Truth fhe wedded in the fecret grove; Immortal Truth and daughters blets'd their 'love. O hafte, fair maids! ye Virtues come away! Sweet Peace and Plenty lead you on your way! The balny fhrub for you fhall love our fhore, By Ind excell'd, or Araby, no more. Loft to our fields, for fo the fates ordain, The dear deferters fhall return again. Come thou, whofe thoughts as limpid fprings ' are clear; To lead the train, tweet Modesty, appear: But man the moft-not more the mountain doe These are the virtues that muft lead to love.' § 107. Oriental Eclogues. By Mr. COLLINS. Haffan; or the Camel-Driver. The Gulf of that name, famous for the pearly fishery. One crufe of water on his back he bore, Sad was the hour, and lucklefs was the day, Ah! little thought I of the blafting wind, Before them Death, with fhrieks, directs their ' way!. Fills the wild yell, and leads them to theirprey. Sad was the hour, and lucklefs was the day, • When firit from Schiraz' walls I bent my 'way! At that dead hour the filent afp fhall creep, If aught of reft I find upon my fleep: 'Or fome fwoln ferpent twift his fcales around, And wake to anguish with a burning wound. - Thrice happy they, the wife contented poor; 'From luft of wealth, and dread of death fecure! They tempt no defarts, and no griefs they find; Peace rules the day where Reafon rules the 'mind. Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, 'way! O hapless youth! for fhe thy love hath won, Ye mute companions of my toils, that bear In all my griefs a more than equal share ! Here, where no fprings in murmurs break away, Or mofs crown'd fountains mitigate the day, In vain ye hope the green delights to know, Which plains more blefs'd, or verdant vales "Whom Zara's breaking heart implor'd in vain; 'beftow: "Yet as thou go'it, may ev'ry blaft arife, Here rocks alone, and taftelefs fands are found," Weak and unfelt as thefe rejected fighs! And faint and fickly winds for ever howl "Safe o'er the wild, no perils may'ft thou fee; ' around. "No griefs endure, nor weep, falfe youth, like Sad was the hour, and lucklefs was the day,O let me fafely to the fair return, Big fwell'd my heart, and own'd the powerful 'inaid, [faid: When faft the dropp'd her tears, and thus the "Farewell the youth, whom fighs could not 'detain ; When firft from Schiraz' walls I bent my 'way! Curft be the gold and filver which perfuade The lily Peace outfhines the filver store ; Why think we thefe lefs pleafing to behold Sad was the hour, and lucklef's was the day, "O ceafe iny fears !—all frantic as I go, [me!" Say, with a kiss, she must not, fhall not mourn! "O let me teach my heart to lose its fears, Recall'd by wifdom's voice and Zara's tears!' He faid; and call'd on Heaven to blefs the day [way. When back to Schiraz' walls he bent his 108. Oriental Eclogues. By Mr. COLLINS. Abra; or the Georgian Sultana. In diftant view along the level green, [feen, While evening dews enrich the glitt'ring glade, Of Abra firft began the tender ftrain, That these flowers are found in very great abundance in fome of the provinces of Perfia, fee the Modern Hiftory of the ingenious Mr. Salmon, All All fweet to fenfe, the flaunting rofe was there: Be ev'ry youth like royal Abbas mov'd, Be ev'ry youth like royal Abbas mov'd, And ev'ry Georgian maid like Abra lov'd!' Yet, midft the blaze of courts fhe fix'd her love On the cool fountain or the fhady grove; Still, with the fhepherd's innocence her mind To the fweet vale and flow'ry mead inclin'd And oft a Spring renew'd the plains with flow'rs, Breath'd his foft gales, and led the fragrant hours; With fure return fhe fought the fylvan scene, The breezy mountains and the forefts green. Her maids around her mov'd, a dutcous band! Each bore a crook all rural in her hand: Some fimple lay of flocks and herds they fung; With joy the mountain and the foreft rung. Be ev'ry youth like royal Abbas mov'd, And ev'ry Georgian maid like Abra lov'd!' And oft the royal lover left the care And thorns of state, attendant on the fair; Oft to the thades and low roof'd cots retir'd, Or fought the vale where firft his heart was fir'd: A ruffet mantle, like a fwain, he wore, And thought of crowns and bufy courts no more. Be ev'ry youth like royal Abbas mov'd, Be ev'ry youth like royal Abbas mov'd, At that still hour, when awful midnight reigns, And none but wretches haunt the twilight plains; What time the moon had hung her lamp on high; And pafs'd in radiance thro' the cloudless sky: Sad o'er the dews two brother fhepherds fled, Where wild'ring fear and defp'rate forrow led. Faft as they prefs'd their flight, behind them lay Wide ravag'd plains, and vallies ftole away. Along the mountain's bending fide they ran; Till faint and weak, Secander thus began: SECANDER. O ftay thee, Agib, for my feet deny,. No longer friendly to my life, to fly. Friend of my heart, O turn thee and furvey; Trace our fad flight thro' all its length of way! And firft review that long-extended plain, And yon wide groves, already pafs'd with pain! You ragged cliff, whose dang'rous path we try'al And last, this lofty mountain's weary fide! ÀGIB. 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 fhricks and forrows load the fadd'ning wind, In rage of heart, with ruin in his hand, He blafts our harvefts and deforms our land. Yon citron grove, whence firft in fear we came, Drops its fair honors to the conqu❜ring flame; Far fly the fwains, like us, in deep defpair, And leave to ruffian bands their fleecy care. SECANDER. Unhappy land! whofe bleffings tempt the fword; In vain, unheard, thou call'ft thy Perfian lord AGIB. Yet thefe green hills, in fummer's fultry hear, Have lent the monarch oft a cool retreat. Sweet to the fight is Zabra's flow'ry plain, And once by maids and fhepherds lov'd in vain! No more the virgins fhall delight to rove By Sargis' banks, or Irwan's fhady grove; On Tarkie's mountain catch the cooling gale, Or breathe the fweets of Aly's flow'ry vale; Fair scenes! but ah nomore with peace poffefs'd, With cafe alluring, and with plenty blefs'd. No more the fhepherd's whit'ning tents appear, Nor the kind products of a bounteous year; No more the date, with fnowy bloffoms crown'd; But ruin fpreads her baleful fires around. E Thofe eves in tears their fruitlefs grief muft fend; Thofe hairs the Tartars cruel hand fhall rend. AGIE. Ye Georgian fwains, that piteous learn from Circaflia's ruin, and the wafte of war; [far Some weightier arms than crooks and staffs pre pare, To fhield your harveft, and defend your fair : $110. The Splendid Shilling. J. PHILLIPS. 66 HA Sing, heavenly Muse! Things unattempted yet, in profe or rhyme;" A Shilling, Breeches, and Chimeras dire. APPY the man, who, void of are and ftrife, In filken or in leathern parfe retains A Splendid Shilling. He nor hears with pain New oyiters cry'd, nor fighs for cheerful ale: But with his friends, when nightly mifts arife, To Juniper's Magpye, or Town Hall repairs; Where, mindful of the nymph, whofe wanton eye Transfix'd his foul, and kindled amorous flames, Chloe, or Phillis, he each circling glafs Witheth her health and joy, and equal love. Meanwhile he finokes, and laughs at merry tale, Or pur ambiguous, or conundrum quaint. But I, whem griping penury furrounds, And hunger, fure attendant upon want, With feanty offals, and fmall acid tiff (Wretched repaft !) my meagre courfe fuftain; Then folitary walk, or doze at home In garret vile, and with a warming puff Regale chill fingers; or, from tube as black As winter chimney, or well-polifh'd jet, Exhale Mundungus, ill-perfummmg fcent; Not blacker tube, nor of a fhoiter fize, Smokes Cambro-Britain (vers'd in pedigree, Sprung from Cadwallader and Arthur, kings Full famous in romantic tale) when he O'er many a craggy hill and barren cliff, Upon a cargo of fai❜d Ceftrian checfe, High over-fhadowing rides, with a defign To vend his wares, or at th'Arvonian mart, Or Maridunum, or the ancient town Yelep'd Brechinia; or where Vega's ftream Encircles Ariconium, fruitful foil, Whence flow nectarcous wines, that well may vie With Maffic, Setin, or renown'd Falern. Thus, while my joylefs minutes tedious flow, With looks demure and filent pace, a Dun, Horrible monfter! hated by gods and men, To my aërial citadel afcends: With vocal heel thrice thund'ring at my gates, Beware, ye debtors! when ye walk beware, Their arts, or arms, or shapes of lovely hue! So pafs my days. But when nocturnal shades This world invelope, and th'inclement air Perfuades men to repel benumbing frofts [wood; With pleafant wines, and crackling blaze of Me lonely fitting, nor the glimmering light Of make-weight candle, nor the joyous talk Of loving friend, delights; diftrefs'd, forlorn, Amidst the horrors of the tedious night, Darkling I figh, and feed with difmal thoughts My anxious mind; or fometimes mournful verfe Indite, Indite, and fing of groves and myrtle fhades, In vain awake, I find the fettled thirst The Lilybean fhore, with hideous crush (Vain efforts!) ftill the batt'ring waves rufh in, § 111. An Epiftle to a Lady. NUGENT. CLA LARINDA, dearly lov'd, attend "The counfels of a faithful friend; Who, with the warmcft wishes fraught, Feels all, at least, that friendship ought! But fince by ruling Heav'n's defign, Another's fate fhall influence thine; O! may thefe lines for him prepare A blifs, which I would die to share! Man may for wealth or glory roam; But woman must be bleft at honic; To this fhould all her ftudies tend, This her great object and her end. Diftafte unmingled pleasures bring, And ufe can blunt Affliction's fting: Hence perfect blifs no mortals know, And few are plung'd in utter woe; While Nature, arm'd against Despair, Gives pow'r to mend, or strength to bear; And half the thought content may gain, Trace not the fair domeftic plan Thy fhare alone is meant for thee; Admit whatever trifles come; But thou, more bleft, more wife than thefe, And clothes each charm with native grace; Far other ornaments compofe But chief, my gentle friend! remove Slight |