feel, I feel, that from its chain My rescued foul is free, Nor is it now I idly dream Of fancied Liberty. Extinguish'd is my ancient flame, All calm my thoughts remain ; No longer, when thy name I hear, I fleep, yet not in every dream I wake, nor does my alter'd mind Fix its first thought on thee: No fond concern I know; Oft of my Nicès charms I speak, Nor thrills my stedfast heart; Oft I review the wrongs I bore, Yet feel no inward fmart. No quick alarms confound my fenfe, When Nice near I fee; Even with my rival I can smile, And calmly talk of thee. Speak to me with a placid mien, ; Vain is to me the look severe, The gentle smile as vain. Which once those lips pofleft; Each secret of my breaft. What makes me sad, or gay, Nor canst thou take away ; The wood, the mead, the hill; Are scenes of dullnefs ftill. Judge, if I speak with tongue fincere ; Thou still art wond'rous fair; But not beyond compare : My eyes at length incline Which once appear'd divine, I tore the painful dart, (My shameful weakness I confess) Er feem'd to split my heart ; But, to relieve a tortur'd mind, To gain my captive self once more, Caught by the birdlime's treacherous twigs, His shorten'd wings he foon renews, I know thy pride can ne'er believe And still add fomething more: "Tis natural instinct prompts my tongue, And makes the story last, As all mankind are fond to boast The warrior thus, the combat o'er, Tells all the hardships which he bore, Thus the glad flave, by profperous fate Freed from the fervile chain, Shews to each friend the galling weight, Which once he dragg'd with pain. I speak, I fpeak, yet speaking, all my aim I speak, yet care not if my words I speak, nor ask if my difcourfe Or whether thou with equal ease I leave a light inconstant maid, I'm fure, a fwain fo fond and true, A nymph like her is quickly found, L MODERN VIRTUE. A SA TIRE. EXCUTIENDA DAMUS PRÆCORDIA PERS. ET venal annals boaft a Cæfar's reign, "chain, "Freedom, gay goddess, glads our happier isle, Peace fmooths her brow, as plenty decks her smile; R 2 66 I "In every fon th' inspirer lives confess'd, "And lights up all the patriot in his breast, "Breathes the fame focial warmth from foul to foul, "Till widening nature pants but for a whole. "Shines he in life's meridian beam difplay'd, "Or gives his milder virtues to the shade; "Glares the proud ribbon, nods the martial creft, "Or flaunt the tatters on his motly vest? "The godlike Briton fills his every sphere "Without a frailty, and without a fear. "If rich: bright image of the eternal mind, "His opening bofom takes in all mankind; "Where'er he comes, health triumphs o'er disease, "Hope glads despair, and anguish melts to ease. "Is knowledge his? he lends his every art "To rear the genius and to mould the heart; 6.6 Fondly pursues, with Boyle's aufpicious blaze, "Truth thro' her mafques, and nature thro' her maze; To heedlefs juftice gives the well-poiz'd scale, "And raises commerce as he guides the fail. "Is pow'r his orb? he lives but to defend; "The statesman only dignifies the friend; "Difarms oppreffion, prunes ambition's wing, "And stifles faction e'er fhe darts her fting; "Enriches every coffer but his own, "And fhields the cottage while he guards the throne; "Sees at his nod our plunder'd rights restor'd, "And Europe trembling when he grafps the sword.” Thus fung the mufe when fancy vigorous ran, And warm'd the youth, e'er reason form'd the man ; |