The more difmay'd, for when the guests withdrew, Their courteous hoft, faluting all the crew, Regardless pass'd her o'er; nor grac'd with kind adieu. } } That fting infix'd within her haughty mind, But in the dead they damn'd the living dame. At ev'ry little noise fhe look'd behind, For ftill the knight was present to her mind: 360 And anxious oft she started on the way, And thought the horseman-ghost came thund'ring for his prey. } Return'd, she took her bed with little reft, Darkling and defperate, with a ftagg'ring pace, game, And her pursue, or Theodore be slain, 376 And two ghofts join their packs to hunt her o'er the plain. This dreadful image fo poffefs'd her mind, 380 That desperate any fuccour else to find, She ceas'd all farther hope; and now began To make reflexion on th' unhappy man. Rich, brave, and young, who past expreffion lov'd, Proof to disdain, and not to be remov'd: 385 Of all the men respected and admir'd, Of all the dames, except herself, defir'd: Why not of her? preferr'd above the reft By him with knightly deeds, and open love profefs'd? So had another been, where he his vows addrefs'd.- He took a low'ring leave; but who can tell 395 Her fex's arts fhe knew; and why not, then, One maid she had, belov'd above the rest: 405 He knew the fex, and fear'd fhe might repent, Were overborn by fury of the tide ; With full confent of all she chang'd her state; } 421 By her example warn'd, the reft beware; "T ALEXANDERS FEAST; OR THE POWER OF MUSIC; AN ODE, IN HONOUR OF ST. CECILIA'S DAY. BY THE SAME. I. WAS at the royal feast, for Perfia won, By Philips warlike fon: Aloft in awful state The godlike hero fate On his imperial throne: His valiant peers were plac'd around; Their brows with roses and with myrtles bound: (So fhould defert in arms be crown'd) The lovely Thais, by his fide, Sate like a blooming Eastern bride, 5 10 Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deserves the fair. 15 CHORUS. Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deferves the fair. With flying fingers touch'd the lyre; The trembling notes ascend the sky, The fong began from Jove, 25 Who left his blissful feats above, (Such is the power of mighty love) A dragons fiery form bely'd the god : When he to fair Olympia prefs'd: 39 And while he fought her fnowy breaft: Then, round her slender waist he curl'd, And stamp'd an image of himself, a sovʼreign of the world. The lift'ning crowd admire the lofty found, A present deity the vaulted roofs rebound; 35 |