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Bear me, Pomona ! to thy citron groves ; And, swifter than the toiling caravan, To where the lemon, and the piercing lime,

Shoot o'er the vale of Sennar; ardent climb With the deep orange, glowing through the green, The Nubian mountains, and the secret bounds Their lighter glories blend. Lay me reclined Of jealous Abyssinia boldly pierce. Beneath the spreading tamarind, that shakes, Thou art no ruffian, who beneath the mask Fann'd by the breeze, its fever-cooling fruit.

Of social commerce com'st to rob their wealth; Deep in the night the massy locust sheds, (maze, No holy fury thou, blaspheming Heaven, Quench iny hot limbs; or lead me through the With consecrated steel to stab their peace, Embowering endless, of the Indian fig;

And through the land, yet red from civil wounds, Or thrown at gayer ease, on some fair brow, To spread the purple tyranny of Rome. Let me behold, by breezy murmurs cool'd,

Thou, like the harmless bee, may'st freely range, Broad o'er my head the verdant cedar wave,

From mead to mead, bright with exalted flowers, And high palmettos lift their graceful shade. From jasmine grove to grove may'st wander gay, Or stretch'd amid these orchards of the sun, Through palmy shades and aromatic woods, Give me to drain the cocoa's milky bowl,

That grace the plains, invest the peopled hills, And from the palm to draw its freshening wine, And up the more than Alpine mountains wave. More bounteous far than all the frantic juice There on the breezy summit, spreading fair, Which Bacchus pours. Nor, on its slender twigs Form many a league; or on stupendous rocks, Low bending, be the full pomegranate scorn'd; That from the sun-redoubling valley lift, Nor creeping through the woods, the gelid race Cool to the middle air, their lawny tops; Of berries. Oft in humble station dwells

Where palaces, and fanes, and villas rise; Unboastful worth, above fastidious pomp:

And gardens smile around, and cultured fields : Witness, thou best anana! thou the pride

And fountains gush; and careless herds and flocks Of vegetable life, beyond whate'er

Securely stray: a world within itself, The poets imaged in the golden age:

Disdaining all assault: there let me draw Quick let me strip thee of thy tufty coat,

Ethereal soul, there drink reviving gales, Spread thy ambrosial stores, and feast with Jove! Profusely breathing from the spicy groves,

From these the prospect varies. Plains immense And vales of fragrance; there at distance hear Lie stretch'd below, interminable meads,

The roaring floods, and cataracts, that sweep And vast savannas, where the wandering eye, From disembowel'd earth the virgin gold, Unfix'd, is in a verdant ocean lost.

And o'er the varied landscape, restless, rove,
Another Flora there, of bolder hues,

Fervent with life of every faircr kind;
And richer sweets, beyond our garden's pride, A land of wonders! which the sun still eyes
Plays o'er the fields, and showers with sudden hand With ray direct, as of the lovely realm
Exuberant Spring: for oft these valleys shift

Enamour'd, and delighting there to dwell.
Their green embroider'd robe to fiery brown,

How changed the scene! In blazing height of noon And swift to green again, as scorching suns, The sun, oppress'd, is plunged in thickest gloom. Or streaming dews and torrent rains, prevail. Still horror reigns, a dreary twilight round, Along these lonely regions, where retir'd

Of struggling night and day malignant mix's.
From little scenes of art, great Nature dwells For to the hot equator crowding fast,
In awful solitude, and nought is seen

Where, highly rarefied, the yielding air
But the wild herds that own no master's stall, Admits their stream, incessant vapours roll,
Prodigious rivers roll their fattening seas

Amazing clouds on clouds continual heap'd;
On whose luxuriant herbage, half conceal'd, Or whirl'd tempestuous by the gusty wind,
Like a fallen cedar, far diffused his train,

Or silent borne along, heavy and slow, Cased in green scales, the crocodile extends.

With the big stores of steaming oceans charged. The flood disparts: behold! in plaited mail,

Meantime, amid these upper seas condensed Behemoth rears his head. Glanced from his side, Around the cold aerial mountain's brow, The darted steel in idle shivers flies:

And by conflicting winds together dash'd,
He fearless walks the plain, or seeks the hills; The thunder holds his black tremendous throne:
Where, as he crops his varied fare, the herds, From cloud to cloud the rending lightnings rage;
In widening circle round, forget their food,

Till, in the furious elemental war
And at the harmless stranger wondering gaze. Dissolved, the whole precipitated mass

Peaceful beneath primeval trees, that cast Unbroken floods and solid torrents pours.
Their ample shade o'er Niger's yellow stream, The treasures these, hid from the bounded search
And where the Ganges rolls his sacred wave; Of ancient knowledge: whence with annual pomy,
Or 'mid the central depth of blackening woods, Rich king of floods! o'erflows the swelling Nile.
High raised in solemn theatre around,

From his two springs in Gojam's sunny realm, Leans the huge elephant: wisest of brutes !

Pure-welling out, he through the lucid lake O truly wise! with gentle might endow'd :

Of fair Dambea rolls his infant stream. Though powerful, not destructive! Here he sees There, by the naiads nursed, he sports away Revolving ages sweep the changeful earth,

His playful youth, amid the fragrant isles, And empires rise and fall; regardless he

That with unfading verdure smile around. Of what the never-resting race of men

Ambitious, thence the manly river breaks; Project: thrice happy could he'scape their guile, And, gathering many a flood, and copious fed Who mine, from cruel avarice, his steps;

With all the mellow'd treasures of the sky, Or with his towery grandeur swell their state, Winds in progressive majesty along: The pride of kings! or else his strength pervert, Through splendid kingdoms now devolves his maze, And bid him rage amid the mortal fray,

Now wanders wild o'er solitary tracts Astonish'd at the madness of mankind.

Of life-deserted sand; till, glad to quit Wide o'er the winding umbrage of the floods, The joyless desert, down the Nubian rocks Like vivid blossoms glowing from afar,

From thundering steep to steep, he pours his urn, Thick swarm the brighter birds. For Nature's hand, And Egypt joys beneath the spreading wave. That with a sportive vanity has deck'd

His brother Niger too, and all the floods The plumy nations, there her gayest hues

In which the full-form'd maids of Afric lave Profusely pours. But if she bids them shine, Their jetty limbs; and all that from the tract Array'd in all the beauteous beams of day,

Of woody mountains stretch'd through gorgeous Ind Yet, frugal still, she humbles them in song. I Fall on Cormandel's coast, or Malabar; Nor envy we the gaudy robes they lent

From Menam's orient stream, that nightly shines Proud Montezuma's realm, whose legions cast With insect lamps, to where Aurora sheds A boundless radiance waving on the sun,

On Indus' smiling banks the rosy shower: While Philomel is ours; while in our shades, All, at this bounteous season ope their urns, Through the soft silence of the listening night, And pour untoiling harvest o'er the land. The sober-suited songstress trills her lay.

Nor less thy world, Columbus, drinks, refresh'd, But come, my Muse, the desert barrier burst, The lavish moisture of the melting year. A wild expanse of lifeless sand and sky:

Wide o'er his isles, the branching Oronoque

Rolls a brown deluge; and the native drives • The hippopotamus, or river-horse.

+ In all the regions of the torrid zone, the birds, • The river that runs through Siam; on whose though more beautiful in their plumage, are ob banks a vast multitude of those insects called fireserved to be less melodious than ours.

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Todvell afton Se-10.cing trees,

Of Maaritania, e tafted isles,
At once his dome, his robe, his food, and arms. Tha: seriant rise amid the Libuan ii.
Ave'd by a thousand stres, trapetuvas burtd Ianumerous z are around their shages sing,
Prova al the rating Andes, hope descenda

Majestic, stalking o'er the printed sand :
The mighty Otekana.. Scarce the Muse

Åd, siis periods and repeated roars, Dars stretch her in der thas enormos mass Descand their fated food. The tearter flocks O rasting water; scarce she dares attempt

Crowd near the guardian svain; the nobler herds, The sez-hire Pizta; to whose draad expanse, Where, round their lord ball, in rural ease, Cortinas depth, wd dros length of course, They racinating lie, with borror bear Our flods are the With unabated force,

The corring rage Tharakend vlage starts ; In shient dignity they sweep aisag,

And to her flattering breast the mother strains And traversereims uninorn, and blooming vids, Her thoughtiesa infant. From the pirate's der, And fruitful deserts, words of witude,

Or stern Morocco's tyrant fang, escaped, Where the son sinies and seasons teeth in rain, The wretch balfishes for his bords again Unseen, and onenjoy d. Forsaking these,

While uproar all, the wilderness tesounds, D'er peopled plains they fair diffusire flos,

From A tias eastward to the frighted le. And many a nation feed, and circle safe,

Unhappy he! who from the first of joss In their vit bom, many a happy ile :

Society, cut off, is left alone
The seat of blameless Pan, yet undisturbid

Amid this worid of death. Day after das,
By Christian crimes, and Europe's cruel sons. Sad on the jutting eminence he sits,
This pouring on they proudly seek the deep, And views the main that ever toils belo;
Whose vanquish'd tide, recoiling from the stock, Still fondly forming in the farthest rerge,
Yields to the liquid weight of half the globe;

Where the round echer mires with the ware,
And Ocean tretables from his green domain. Ships, dim-discovered, dropping from the clouds:

But what avails this wondrous waste of wealth? At evening to the setting sun he turns This gay profusion of luxurious bliss ?

A mournful eye, and down his dying heart This pornp of nature? what their balmy mearis, Sinks helpless, while the wonted roar is up, Their powerful herbs, and Ceres soid of pain? And hiss continual through the tedious night. By vagrant birds dispersed, and wafting winds, Yet here, even here, into these black abode What their anplanted fruits? what the cold Of monsters, unappallid, from stooping Rome, draughts,

And guilty Cæsar, Liberty retired, The ambrosial food, rich gums, and spicy health, Her Cato following through Numidian wilds: Their forests yield ? their toiling insects whai, Di dainful of Campania's gentle plains, Their silky pride, and vegetable robes?

And all the green delights Ausonia pours: Ah! what avail their fatal treasures, hid

When for them she must bend the servile knee, Deep in the bowels of the pitying earth,

And, fawning, take the splendid robber's boon.. Golconda's gems, and sad Potosi's mines :

Nor stop the terrors of these regions here, Where dwelt the gentlest children of the sun! Commission'd demons oft, angels of wrath, What all that Afric's golden rivers roll,

Let loose the raging elements. Breathed hot, Her odorous woods, and shining ivory stores! From all the boundless furnace of the sky, Ill-fated race! the softening arts of peace,

And the wide-glittering waste of burning sand, Whate'er the humanizing muses teach;

A suffocating wind the pilgrim smites The godlike wisdom of the temper'd breast;

With instant death. Patient of thirst and toil, Progressive truth, the patient force of thought ; Son of the desert! even the camel feels, Investigation calm, whose silent powers

Shot through his wither'd heart, the fiery blast. Command the world; the light that leads to heaven; Or from the black-red ether, bursting broad, Kind equal rule, the government of laws,

Sallies the sudden whirlwind. Straight the sands, And all-protecting freedom, which alone

Commoved around, in gathering eddies play; Sustains the name and dignity of man:

Nearer and nearer still they darkening come; These are not theirs. The parent sun himself Till, with the general all-involving storm Seems o'er this world of slaves to tyrannize; Swept up, the whole continuous wilds arise : And, with oppressive ray, the roseate bloom

And by their noon-day fount dejected thrown, Of beauty blasting, gives the gloomy hue,

Or sunk at night in sad disastrous sleep, And feature gross; or worse, to ruthless deeds, Beneath descending hills the caravan Mad jealousy, blind rage, and fell revenge,

Is buried deep. In Cairo's crowded streets, Their fervid spirit fires. Love dwells not there, The impatient merchant, wondering, waits in vain, The soft regards, the tenderness of life,

And Mecca saddens at the long delay. The heart-shed tear, th' ineffable delight

But chief at sea, whose every flexile wave Of sweet humanity: these court the beam

Obeys the blast, the aerial tumult swells. Of milder climes; in selfish fierce desire,

In the dread ocean, undulating wide, And the wild fury of voluptuous sense,

Beneath the radiant line that girts the globe, There lost. The very brute creation there

The circling Typhon, whirl'd from point to point, This rage partakes, and burns with horrid fire. Exhausting all the rage of all the sky,

Lo! the green serpent from his dark abode, And dire Ecnephia, reign. Amid the heavens, Which even imagination fears to tread,

Falsely serene, deep in a cloudy speck At noon, forth issuing, gathers up his train

Compress'd, the mighty tempest brooding dwells : In orbs immense, then, darting out anew,

Of no regard, save to the skilful eye,
Seeks the refreshing fount; by which diffused, Fiery and foul, the small prognostic hangs
He throws his folds; and while, with threatening Aloft, or on the promontory's brow

Musters its force. A faint deceitful calm,
And deathful jaws erect, the monster curls A fluttering gale, the demon sends before,
His flaming crest, all other thirst appall'd,

To tempt the spreading sail. Then down at once,
Or shivering flies, or check'd at distance stands, Precipitant, descends a mingled mass
Nor dares approach. But still more direful he, Of roaring winds, and flame, and rushing floods.
The small close lurking minister of fate,

In wild amazement fix'd the sailor stands.
Whose high concocted venom through the veins Art is too slow: by rapid fate oppressid,
A rapid lightning darts, arresting swift

His broad-wing'd'vessel drinks the whelming tide,
The vital current. Form'd to humble man, Hid in the vosom of the black abyss.
This child of vengeful nature! There, sublimed With such mad seas the daring Gama | fought
To fearless lust of blood, the savage race

For many a day, and many a dreadful night,
Roam, licensed by the shading hour of guilt, Incessani labouring round the stormy Cape;
And foul misdeed, when the pure day has shut By bold ambition led, and bolder thirst
His sacred eye. The tiger darting fierce
Impetuous on the prey his glance has doomid:
The lively-shining leopard, speckled o'er

• Typhon and Ecnephia, names of particular With many a spot, the beauty of the waste; storms or hurricanes, known only between the tro. And, scorning all the taming arts of man,

pics. The keen hyæna, fellest of the fell;

+ Called by sailors the ox-eye, being in appear. These, rushing from the inhospitable woods aroe at first no bigger.

#Vasco de Gama, the first who sailed round

Africa by the Cape of Good Hope, to the East In• The river of the Amazons.


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Of gold. For then from ancient gloom emerged Thus o'er the prostrate city black Despair

The rising world of trade: the genius, then, Extends her raven wing: while, to complete
Of navigation, that, in hopeless sloth,

The scene of desolation, stretch'd around,
Had slumber'd on the vast Atlantic deep

The grim guards stand, denying all retreat, For idle ages, starting, heard at last

And give the flying wretch a better death. The Lusitanian prince ;* who, heaven inspired Much yet remains unsung ; the rage intense To love of useful glory roused mankind,

! Of brazen-vaulted skies, of iron fields, And in unbounded commerce mix'd the world. Where drought and famine starve the blasted year

Increasing still the terrors of these storms, Fired by the torch of noon to tenfold rage, His jaws horrific arm'd with threefold fate,

The infuriate hill that shoots the pillar'a flame; Here dwells the direful shark. Lured by the scent And roused within the subterranean world, Of steaming crowds of rank disease, and death, The expanding earthquake, that resistless shakes Behold! he rushing cuts the briny flood,

Aspiring cities from their solid base, Swift as the gale can bear the ship along;

And buries mountains in the flaming gult And from the partners of that cruel trade

But 'tis enough ; return my vagrant Muse: Which spoils unhappy Guinea of her sons,

A nearer scene of horror calls thee home. Demands his share of prey; demands themselves. Behold, slow-settling o'er the lurid grove, The stormy fates descend; one death involves Unusual darkness broods; and, growing, gains Tyrants and slaves; when straight their mangled The full possession of the sky, surcharged Crashing at once, he dyes the purple seas

With wrathful vapour, from the secret beds, With gore, and riots in the vengeful meal.

Where sleep the mineral generations, drawn. When o'er this world, by equinoctial rains Thence nitre, sulphur, and the fiery spume Flooded immense, looks out the joyless sun,

Of fat bitumen, steaming on the day, And draws the copious steam from swampy fens, With various-tinctured trains of latent flame Where putrefaction into life ferments,

Pollute the sky, and in yon baleful cloud,
And breathes destructive myriads; or from wools, A reddening gloom, a magazine of fate,
Impenetrable shade, recesses foul,

Ferment; till, by the touch ethereal roused,
In vapours rank and blue corruption wrapp'd, The dash of clouds, or irritating war
Whose gloomy horrors yet no desperate foot

Of fighting winds, while all is calm below,
Has ever dared to pierce; then wasteful, forth They furious spring. A boding silence reigns,
Walks the dire power of pestilent disease.

Dread through the dun expanse; save the dull A thousand hideous fiends her course attend,

sound Sick nature blasting, and to heartless wo,

That from the mountain, previous to the storm, And feeble desolation casting down

Rolls o'er the muttering earth, disturbs the flood, The towering hopes and all the pride of man. And shakes the forest leaf without a breath. Such, as of late, at Carthagena quench'd

Prone, to the lowest vale, the aeriel tribes The British fire. You, gallant Vernon, saw

Descend: the tempest-loving raven scarce The miserable scene: you, pitying, saw

Dares wing the dubious dusk. In rueful gaze To infant weakness sunk the warrior's arm;

The cattle stand, and on the scowling heavens Saw the deep-racking pang, the ghastly form, Cast a deploring eye; by man forsook, The lip pale-quivering, and the beamless eye Who to the crowded cottage hies him fast, No more with ardour bright: you heard the groans Or seeks the shelter of the downward cave. Of agonizing ships, from shore to shore;

'Tis listening fear and dumb amazement all: Heard, nightly plunged amid the sullen waves, When to the startled eye the sudden glance The frequent corse;

while on each other fix'd Appears far south, eruptive through the cloud; In sad presage, the black assistants seem'd

And following slower, in explosion vast, Silent, to ask, whom fate would next demand. The thunder raises his tremendous voice.

What need I mention these inclement skies, At first heard solemn o'er the verge of heaven, Where, frequent o'er the sickening city, Plague, The tempest growls; but as it nearer comes, The fiercest child of Nemesis divine,

And rolls its awful burden on the wind, Descends? From Ethiopia's poison'd woods, The lightnings flash a larger curve, and more From stifled Cairo's filth, and fetid fields

The noise astounds: till over head a sheet With locust armies putrefying theap'd,

Of livid flame discloses wide; then shuts, This great destroyer sprung. Her awful rage And opens wider: shuts and opens still The brutes escape: man is her destined prey, Expansive, wrapping ether in a blaze. Intemperate man! and, o'er his guilty domes, Follows the loosen'd aggravated roar, She draws a close-incumbent cloud of death; Enlarging, deepening, mingling; peal on peal Uninterrupted by the living winds,

Crush'd horrible, convulsing heaven and earth. Forbid to blow a wholesome breeze; and stain'd Down comes a deluge of sonorous hail, With many a mixture by the sun suffused,

Or prone-descending rain. Wide rent, the clouds Of angry aspect. Princely wisdom, then,

Pour a whole flood; and yet, its flame un Dejects his watchful eye, and from the hand

quenchid, Of feeble justice, ineffectual, drop The sword and balance: mute the voice of joy,

The unconquerable lightning struggles through, And hush'd the clamour of the busy world.

Ragged and fierce, or in red whirling balls,

And fires the mountains with redoubled rage. Empty the streets, with uncouth verdure clad; Black from the stroke, above, the smould'ring pine Into the worst of deserts sudden turn'd The cheerful haunt of men: unless escaped (reigns,

Stands a sad shatter'd trunk; and, stretch'd below,

A lifeless group, the blasted cattle lie: From the doom'd house, where matchless horror Here the soft flocks, with that same harmless look Shut up by barbarous fear, the smitten wretch They wore alive, and ruminating still With frenzy wild, breaks loose; and loud to In fancy's eye; and there the frowning bull, Screaming, the dreadful policy arraigns, [heaven And ox half-raised. Struck on the castled cliff, Inhuman, and unwise. The sullen door,

The venerable tower and spiry fame Yet uninfected, on its cautious hinge

Resign their aged pride. The gloomy woods Fearing to turn, abhors society: Dependants, friends, relations, love himself,

Start at the flash, and from their deep recess,

Wide-flaming out, their trembling inmates shake. Savaged by wo, forget the tender tie,

Amid Carnarvon's mountains rages loud
The sweet engagement of the feeling heart.
But vain their selfish care: the circling sky,

The repercussive roar: with mighty crush,

Into the flashing deep from the rude rocks
The wide-enlivening air, is full of fate;
And, struck by turns, in solitary pangs

Of Penmanmaur, heap'd hideous to the sky,

Tumble the smitten cliffs; and Snowden's peak, They fall, unbless'd, untended, and unmourn'd. Dissolving, instant yields his wintry load.

Far seen, the heights of heathy Cheviot blaze,

And Thule bellows through her utmost isles. • Don Henry, third son to John the First, king, Guilt hears appall'd, with deeply troubled of Portugal. His strong genius to the discovery of

thought. new countries was the chief source of all the mo And yet not always on the guilty head dern improvements in navigation.

Descends the fated flash. Young Celadon + These are the causes supposed to be the first And his Amelia were a matchless pair; origin of the plague, in Dr. Mead's elegant book With equal virtue form’d and equal grace, on that subject.

The same, distinguished by their sex alone:


Hers the mild lustre of the blooming mom, 1 Eren, from the body's purity, the mind and his the radiance of the rien dar.

Receive a secret synpathetic sid. They loved; but such their guleles passion was, Close in the cover of a hazel copse, As in the dawn of tinne inform'd the heart

Where, winding into peaing sciinces, Of innocence and undissembling truth.

Runs oat the rainbing dale, soeng Damon sat, 1 as friendship heightend by the mutual rish, Persire, and pierced with love's delightful pangs. The enchanting hope, and sympathetic glow, There to the stream that down the distant rock Beam'd from the mutual eye. Devoting all

Hoarse-murmuring fell, and piaintive breeze that To love, each was to each a dearer self; Supremely happy in the awaken'd power

Among the bending willors, falsely he Of giving joy. Alone, amid the shades,

Of Jusidora's cruelty coop ain'd. Stil in harmonious intercourse they lived

She felt his fiame; but deep within her breast, The rural day, and talk'd the flowing heart, In bashful corness, or in maiden pride, Or sigh'd, and look'd unutterable things.

The soft return concealed; sare when it stole So pasa'd their life, a clear united stream, In side!ong glance from her downcastere, By care unruffled; till in evil hour,

Or from her swelling soul in stiled sighs. The tempest caught them on the tender walk, Touch'd by the scene, no stranger to his tous, Heedless bow far, and where its mazes stray'u; He framed a melting lay, to try her heart; While with each other bless'd, creative love

And if an infant passion struggled there, Still bade eternal Eden smile around.

To call that passion forth. Thrice happy swain! Presaging instant fate, her bosom heaved

A lucky chance that oft decides the fate l'nwonted sighs; and stealing oft a look

Of mighty monarchs, then decided thine. Of the big gloom, on Celadon her eye

For lo conducted by the laughing Loves, Fell tearful, wetting her disorder'd cheek.

This cool retreat his Musidora sought: In vain assuring love, and confidence

Warm in her cheek the sultry season glow'd; In Heaven, repress'd her fear; it grew, and shook And, robed in loose array, she came to bathe Her frarne near dissolution. He perceived

Her fervent limbs in the refreshing stream. The unequal conflict, and as angels look

What shall he do? in sweet confusion lost, On dying saints, his eyes compassion shed

And dubious flutterings, he a while remaind: With love illumined high. " Fear not," he said, A pure ingenuous elegance of soul, "Sweet innocence! thou stranger to offence, A delicate refinement, known to few, And inward storm! He, who son skies involves Perplex'd his breast, and urged him to retire: In frowns of darkness, ever smiles on thee

But love forbade. Ve prudes in virtue, say, With kind regard. O'er thee the secret shaft Say, ye severest, what would you have done? 'That wastes at midnight, or the undreaded hour Meantime, this fairer nymph than ever blessid Of noon, flies harinless: and that very voice, Arcadian stream, with timid eye around Which thunders terrors through the guilty heart, The banks surveying, stripp'd her beauteous limbs, With tongues of seraphs whispers peace to thine. To taste the lucid coolness of the flood. "Tis safety to be near thee, sure, and thus

Ah. then, not Paris on the piny top To clasp perfection. From his void embrace, Of Ida panted stronger, when aside Mysterious heaven ! that moment to the ground, The rival goddesses the veil divine A blackened corse, was struck the beauteous maid. Cast unconfined, and gave him all their charms But who can paint the lover, as he stood,

Than, Damon, thou; as from the snowy leg, Pierced by severe amazement, hating life,

And slender foot, the inverted silk she drew; Speechless, and fix'd in all the death of wo!

As the soft touch dissolved the virgin zone; So, faint resemblance on the marble tomb, And, through the parting robe, th' alternate breast, The well-dissembled mourner stooping stands, With youth wild-throbbing, on thy lawless gaze For ever silent, and for ever sad.

In full luxuriance rose. But, desperate youth, As from the face of heaven the shatter'd clouds How durst thou risk the soul-distracting view; Tumultuous rove, the interminable sky

As from her naked limbs of glowing white, Sublimer swells, and o'er the world expands

Harmonious swell'd by Nature's finest hand, A purer azure. Through the lighted air,

In folds loose-floating fell the fainter lawn; A higher lustre and a clearer calm,

And fair-exposed she stood, shrunk from herself, Diffusive, tremble; while, as if in sign

With fancy blushing, at the doubtful breeze Of danger past, a glittering robe of joy,

Alarm'd, and starting like the fearful fawn; Set off abundant by the yellow ray,

Then to the flood she rush'd: the parting flood Invests the fields; and Nature smiles revived. Its lovely guest with closing waves received ; 'Tis beauty all, and grateful song around,

And every beauty softening, every grace
Join'd to the low of kine, and numerous bleat Flushing anew, a mellow lustre shed:
Of flocks thick-nibbling through the clorer'd vale. As shines the lily through the crystal mild;
And shall the hymn be marr'd by thankless man, Or as the rose amid the morning dew,
Most favour'd: who, with voice articulate,

Fresh from Aurora's hand, more sweetly glows. Should lead the chorus of the lower world?

While thus she wanton'd, now beneath the wave Shall he, so soon forgetful of the hand

But ill-conceal'd; and now with streaming locks, That hush'd the thunder, and serenes the sky, That half-embraced her in a humid veil, Extinguish'd feel that spark the tempest waked, Rising again, the latent Damon drew That sense of powers exceeding frr his own, Such maddening draughts of beauty to the soul, Ere yet his feeble heart has lost its fears?

As for a while o'erwhelmed his raptured thought Cheer'd by the milder beam, the sprightly youth With luxury too daring; Check'd, at last, Speeds to the well-known pool, whose crystal depth By love's respectful modesty, he deem'd A sandy bottom shows. Awhile he stands

The theft profane, if aught profane to love Gazing the inverted landscape, half afraid

Can e'er be deem'd, and struggling from the shade, To meditate the blue profound below;

With headlong hurry fled: but first these lines, Then plunges headlong down the circling flood. Traced by his ready pencil, on the bank His ebon tresses, and his rosy cheek,

With trembling hand he threw : “ Bathe on, my Instant emerge: and, through the obedient wave,

fair, At each short breathing by his lip repellid,

Yet unbeheld, save by the sacred eye
With arms and legs according weli, he makes, Of faithful love : I go to guard thy haunt,
As humour leads, an easy-winding path;

To keep from thy recess each vagrant foot, While, from his polish'd sides, a dewy light And each licentious eye." With wild surprise, Effuses on the pleased spectators round.

As if to marble struck, devoid of sense, This is the purest exercise of health,

A stupid moment motionless she stood: The kind refresher of the summer heats:

So stands the statue* that enchants the world, Nor, when cold Winter keens the brightening So bending tries to veil the matchless boast, flood,

The mingled beauties of exulting Greece. Would I weak-shivering linger on the brink. Recovering, swift she flew to find those robes Thus life redoubles, and is oft preserved

Which blissful Eden knew not; and, array'd By the bold swimmer, in the swift illapse

In careless haste, th' alarming paper snatch'd of accident disastrous. Hence the limbs

But, when her Damon's well-known hand she saw, Knit into force; and the same Roman arm, That rose victorious o'er the conquer'd earth, First learn'd, while tender, to subdue the wave.

# The Venus of Medici.

The warrior fetter'd, and at last resign

Her terrors vanish'd, and a softer train

And glittering towns, and gilded streams, till all Of mix'd emotions, hard to be described,

The stretching landscape into smoke decays! Her sudden bosom seized: shame void of guilt, Happy Britannia! where the Queen of Arts, The charming blush of innocence, esteem

Inspiring vigour, Liberty, abroad And admiration of her lover's flame,

Walks, unconfined, even to thy farthest cots, By modesty exalted : even a sense

And scatters plenty with unsparing hand. of self-approving beauty stole across

Rich is thy soil, and merciful thy clime; Her busy thought. At length a tender calm Thy streams unfailing in the Summer's drought; Hush'd by degrees the tumult of the soul;

Unmatch'd thy guardian oaks; thy valleys float And on the spreading beech, that o'er the stream With golden waves; and on thy mountains flocks Incumbent hung, she with the sylvan pen

Bleat numberless; while, roving round their sides, Of rural lovers this confession carved,

Bellow the blackening herbs in lusty droves. Which soon her Damon kiss'd with weeping joy: Beneath, thy meadows glow, and rise unquell'd “Dear youth! sole judge of what these verses Against the mower's sithe. On every hand By fortune too much favour'd, but by love, (mean, Thy villas shine. Thy country teems with wealth Alas! not favour'd less, be still as now

And property assures it to the swain, Discreet: the time may come you need not fly." Pleased, and unwearied, in his guarded toil.

The sun has lost his rage : his downward orb Full are thy cities with the sons of art; Shoots nothing now but animating warmth,

And trade and joy, in every busy street, And vita! lustre: that, with various ray,

Mingling are heard : even Drudgery himself, Lights up the clouds, those beauteous robes of As at the car he sweats, or dusty hews Incessant roll'd into romantic shapes, [heaven, The palace stone, looks gay. Thy crowded ports, The dream of waking fancy ! Broad below,

Where rising masts an endless prospect yield, Cover'd with ripening fruits, and swelling fast With labour burn, and echo to the shouts Into the perfect year, the pregnant earth,

Of hurried sailor, as he hearty waves And all her tribes rejoice. Now the soft hour His last adieu, and loosening every sheet, Of walking comes : for him who lonely loves Resigns the spreading vessel to the wind. To seek the distant hills, and there converse

Bold, firm, and graceful, are thy generous youth, With Nature; there to harmonize his heart, By hardship sinew'd, and by danger fired, And in pathetic song to breathe around

Scattering the nations where they go: and first The harmony to others. Social friends,

Or on the listed plain, or stormy seas. Attuned to happy unison of soul;

Mild are thy glories too, as o'er the plains To whose exalting eye a fairer world,

Of thriving peace thy thoughtful sires preside; Of which the vulgar never had a glimpse,

In genius, and substantial learning, hígh; Displays its charms; whose minds are richly For every virtue, every worth renown'd; With philosophic stores, superior light; (fraught Sincere, plain-hearted, hospitable, kind; And in whose breast, enthusiastic, burns

Yet, like the mustering thunder, when provoked, Virtue, the sons of interest deem romance;

The dread of tyrants, and the sole resource Now call'd abroad enjoy the falling day :

Of those that under grim oppression groan. Now to the verdant portico of woods,

Thy sons of glory many! Alfred thine, To Nature's vast Lyceum, forth they walk;

In whom the splendour of heroic war, By that kind school where no proud master reigns, And more heroic peace, when govern'd well, The full free converse of the friendly heart,

Combine; whose hallow'd name the virtuous saint, Improving and improved. Now from the world, And his own muses love; the best of kings! Sacred to sweet retirement, lovers steal,

With him thy Edwards and thy Henrys shine, And pour their souls in transport; which the Sire Names dear to fame; the first who deep impress'd Of Love approving hears, and calls it good.

On haughty Gaul the terror of thy arms, Which way, Amanda, shall we bend our course? That awes her genius still. In statesmen thou, The choice perplexes. Wherefore should we choose? and patriots, fertile. Thine a steady More, All is the same with thee. Say, shall we wind Who, with a generous though mistaken zeal, Along the streams ? or walk the smiling mead ?

Withstood a brutal tyrant's useful rage, Or court the forest-glades? or wander wild

Like Cato firm, like Aristides just, Among the waving harvests? or ascend,

Like rigid Cincinnatus nobly poor, While radiant Summer opens all its pride,

A dauntless soul erect, who smiled on death. Thy hill, delightful Shene ? * Here let us sweep Frugal, and wise, a Walsingham is thine ; The boundless landscape; now the raptured eye,

A Drake, who made thee mistress of the deep, Exulting, swift to huge Augusta send;

And bore thy name in thunder round the world. Now to the sister hills that skirt her plain ;

Then flamed thy spirit high; but who can speak To lofty Harrow now, and now to where

The numerous worthies of the maiden reign? Majectic Windsor lifts his princely brow.

In Raleigh mark their every glory mixd; In lovely contrast to this glorious view


the scourge of Spain! whose breast with all Calmly magnificent, then will we turn

The sage, the patriot, and the hero burn'd,
To where the silver Thames first rural grows. Nor sunk his vigour when a coward
There let the feasted eye unwearied stray:
Luxurious, there, rove through the pendant woods To glut the vengeance of a vanquish'd foe.
That nodding hang o'er Harrington's retreat ; Then, active still and unrestrain'd, his mind
And, stooping thence to Ham's embowering walks, Explored the vast

extent of ages

past, Beneath whose shades, in spotless peace retired, And with his prison hours enrich'd the world; With her the pleasing partner of his heart,

Yet found no times, in all the long research, The worthy Queensbury yet laments his Gay, So glorious, or so base, as those he proved, And polish'a Cornbury wooes the willing muse, In which he conquerd, and in which he bled. Slow let us trace the matchless vale of Thames; Nor can the Muse the gallant Sidney pass, Fair winding up to where the muses haunt

The plume of war! with early laurels crown'd, in Twit'nam's bowers, and for their Pope implore The lover's myrtle and the poet's bay. The healing God : # to royal Hampton's

pile, A Hampden too is thine, illustrious land ! To Clermont's terraced height, and Esher's groves, Wise, strenuous, firm, of unsubmitting soul, Where in the sweetest solitude, embraced

Who stemm'd the torrent of a downward age, By the soft windings of the silent Mole,

To slavery prone, and bade thee rise again, From courts and senates Pelham finds repose. In all thy native pomp of freedom bold. Enchanting vale ! beyond whate'er the Muse Bright, at his call, thy age of men effulged, Has of Achaia or Hesperia sung!

Of men on whom late time a kindling eye vale of bliss ! O softly-swelling hills!

Shall turn, and tyrants tremble while they read. On which the power of cultivation lies,

Bring every sweetest flower, and let me strew And joys to see the wonders of his toil.

The grave where Russel lies; whose temper'd blood, Heavens! what a goodly prospect spreads around,

With calmest cheerfulness for thee resign'd,
Of hills, and dales, and woods,and lawns, and spires,

Stain'd the sad annals of a giddy reign;
Aiming at lawless power, though meanly sunk

In loose inglorious luxury. With him, • The old name of Richmond, signifying in His friend, the British Cassius, * fearless bled; Baxon shining or splendour.

+ Highgate and Harapstead. * In his last sickness.

Algernon Sidney.

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