But when those charms are past, for charms are frail, Where then, ah! where shall poverty reside, To 'scape the pressure of contiguous pride? If to some common's fenceless limits stray'd, He drives his flock to pick the scanty blade, Those fenceless fields the sons of wealth divide, And even the bare worn common is denied. If to the city sped-What waits him there? To see each joy the sons of pleasure know 15 And while] 'Sinks the poor babe, without a hand to save.` Roscoe's Nurse, p. 69. 16 To see profusion] He only guards those luxuries he is not fated to share.' An. Nat. iv. p. 43. Here, while the courtier glitters in brocade, Here, while the proud their long drawn pomps display, There the black gibbet glooms beside the way. Are these thy serious thoughts-Ah,turn thine eyes shower, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, She left her wheel and robes of country brown. 17 These poor shivering females have once seen happier days, and been flattered into beauty. They have been prostituted to the gay and luxurious villain, and now turned out to meet the severity of the winter. Perhaps now lying at the doors of their betrayers, they sue to wretches whose hearts are insensible.' Cit. of the World, ii. 211. See also The Bee. The City Night Piece, p. 126. Do thine, sweet Auburn, thine, the loveliest Do thy fair tribes participate her pain? Ah, no. To distant climes, a dreary scene, Where half the convex world intrudes between, Through torrid tracts with fainting steps they go, Where wild Altama murmurs to their woe. Far different there from all that charm'd before, Those matted woods where birds forget to sing, 18 To savage beasts who on the weaker prey, Sir W. Temple. v. Nicholls' Poems, ii. 80. The breezy covert of the warbling grove, 19 That only shelter'd thefts of harmless love. Good heaven! what so.rows gloom'd that parting day, That call'd them from their native walks away; And took a long farewell, and wish'd in vain 19 That only] - Thy shady groves Only relieve the heats, and cover loves, v. Nicholls' Poems, ii. 80. 'Often in amorous thefts of lawless love!' v. Nicholls' Poems, ii. 278. 20 Compare Quinctiliani Declam. xiii. p. 272. Quod cives pascebat, nunc divitis unius hortus est. Æquatæ solo villæ, et excisa patria sacra, et cum conjugibus, parvisque liberis, respectantes patrium larem migraverunt veteres coloni,' &c. good old sire] The good old sire!' 21 v. Dryden's Orid, vol. iii. p. 302. And The good old sire unconscious of decay! The modest matron clad in homespun gray.' v. Threnod. August. E His lovely daughter, lovelier in her tears, O, luxury! thou curst by heaven's decree, How ill exchang'd are things like these for thee ! How do thy potions with insidious joy Diffuse their pleasures only to destroy! Kingdoms by thee, to sickly greatness grown, Boast of a florid vigour not their own. At every draught more large and large they grow, A bloated mass of rank unwieldy woe; Till sapp'd their strength, and every part unsound, Down, down they sink, and spread a ruin round. Even now the devastation is begun, And half the business of destruction done; Even now, methinks, as pondering here I stand, I see the rural virtues leave the land. Down where yon anchoring vessel spreads the sail That idly waiting flaps with every gale, Downward they move, a melancholy band, Pass from the shore, and darken all the strand. |