No more her eyes their wonted radiance caft;
No more her breast inspir'd the lover's flame,
No more her cheek the Pæstan rose surpast;

Yet feem'd her lip's etherial fmile the fame.
Nor fuch her hair as deck'd her living face;

Nor fuch her voice as charm'd the listening crowd Nor fuch her drefs as heighten'd every grace;

Alas! all vanish'd for the mournful shroud!
Yet feem'd her lip's etherial charm the fame;
That dear diftinction every doubt remov'd;
Perish the lover, whofe imperfect flame

Forgets one feature of the nymph he lov'd.
"Damon, fhe faid, mine hour allotted flies;
Oh! do not wafte it with a fruitless tear!
Though griev'd to fee thy Silvia's pale disguise,
Sufpend thy forrow, and attentive heat,
So may thy Mufe with virtuous fame be bleft!
So be thy love with mutual love repaid!
So may thy bones in facred filence rest,

Faft by the reliques of fome happier maid!
Thou know'ft, how lingering on a distant shore
Disease invidious nipt my flowery prime;
And oh what pangs my tender bofom tore,

To think I ne'er muft view my native clime!
No friend was near to raise my drooping head;
No dear companion wept to fee me die ;
Lodge me within my native foil, I faid;
There my fond parents honour'd reliques lie.

Though

T

Though now debarr'd of each domestic tear;

Unknown, forgot, I meet the fatal blow; There many a friend shall grace my woeful bier, And many a figh fhall rife, and tear fhall flow. I fpoke, nor fate forbore his trembling spoil; Some vernal mourner lent his careless aid; And foon they bore me to my native soil,

Where my fond parents dear remains were laid. 'Twas then the youths, from every plain and grove, Adorn'd with mournful verfe thy Silvia's bier; "Twas then the nymphs their votive garlands wove, And ftrew'd the fragrance of the youthful year. But why, alas! the tender scene display?

Could Damon's foot the pious path decline?
Ah no! 'twas Damon first attun'd his lay,
And fure no fonnet was fo dear as thine.
Thus was I bofom'd in the peaceful grave;
My placid ghost no longer wept its doom;
When favage robbers every fanction brave,
And with outrageous guilt defraud the tomb!
Shall my poor corse, from hoftile realms convey'd,
Lose the cheap portion of my native fands?
Or, in my kindred's dear embraces laid,

Mourn the vile ravage of barbarian hands?
Say, would thy breaft no death-like torture feel,
To fee my limbs the felon's gripe obey ?
To fee them gafh'd beneath the daring steel?
To crowds a spectre, and to dogs a pray?

If

If Pæan's fons thefe horrid rites require,
If health's fair science be by these refin'd,
Let guilty convicts, for their use, expire;

And let their breathlefs corfe avail mankind.
Yet hard it seems, when guilt's last fine is paid,
To fee the victim's corfe deny'd repofe!
Now, more fevere! the poor offencelefs maid
Dreads the dire outrage of inhuman foes.
Where is the faith of ancient pagans fled ?
Where the fond care the wandering manes claim?
Nature, inftinctive, cries, Protect the dead,
And facred be their ashes, and their fame:

Arife, dear youth! ev'n now the danger calls ;
Ev'n now the villain fnuffs his wonted prey;
See! fee! I lead thee to yon' facred walls-
Oh! fly to chafe these human wolves away."

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Reflections fuggefted by his fituation.

ORN near the fcene for Kenelm's fate renown'd
I take my plaintive reed, and range the grove,
And raise my lay, and bid the rocks refound.
The favage force of empire, and of love.

Faft by the centre of yon' various wild,
Where fpreading oaks embower a Gothic fane;
Kendrida's arts a brother's youth beguil'd;
There nature urg'd her tenderest pleas in vain.

Soft o'er his birth, and o'er his infant hours,
Th' ambitious maid could every care employ;
Then with affiduous fondnefs cropt the flowers,
To deck the cradle of the princely boy?
But foon the bosom's pleasing calm is flown;
Love fires her breaft; the fultry paffions rife;
A favour'd lover feeks the Mercian throne,

And views her Kenelm with a rival's eyes.
How kind were fortune, ah! how just were fate,
Would fate or fortune Mercia's heir remove!
How fweet to revel on the couch of ftate!
To crown at once her lover and her love!
See, garnish'd for the chace, the fraudful maid
To thefe lone hills direct his devious way;
The youth all prone the fifter guide obey'd,
Ill-fated youth! himfelf the deftin'd prey.
But now, nor fhaggy hill, nor pathless plain,
Forms the lone refuge of the fylvan game;
Since Lyttelton has crown'd the sweet domain
With fofter pleasures, and with fairer fame.
Where the rough bowman urg'd his headlong steed,
Immortal bards, a polish'd race, retire;

And where hoarfe fcrcam'd the strepent horn, succeed The melting graces of no vulgar lyre.

See Thomson loitering near fome limpid well,

For Britain's friend the verdant wreath prepare! Or, ftudious of reviving feafons, tell,

How peerless Lucia made all feafons fair!

See

See *

** from civic garlands fly,

And in these groves indulge his tuneful vein! Or from yon' fummit, with a guardian's eye, Obferve how freedom's hand attires the plain! Here Pope! ah never must that towering mind To his lov'd haunts, or dearer friend, return ? What art! what friendships! oh! what fame refign'd! -In yonder glade I trace his mournful urn. Where is the breast can rage or hate retain,

And these glad streams and smiling lawns behold? Where is the breast can hear the woodland ftrain, And think fair freedom well exchang'd for gold? Through these soft shades delighted let me stray,

While o'er my head forgotten funs descend ! Through these dear valleys bend my cafual way, Till fetting life a total shade extend!

Here far from courts, and void of pompous cares, I'll mufe how much I owe mine humbler fate: Or fhrink to find, how much ambition dares,

To shine in anguish, and to grieve in state!

Canft thou, O fun! that spotless throne disclose,

Where her bold arm has left no fanguine stain ? Where, fhew me where, the lineal fceptre glows, Pure, as the fimple crook that rules the plain?

Tremendous pomp! where hate, distrust, and fear,
In kindred bofoms folve the focial tie;

There not the parent smile is half sincere ;
Nor void of art the confort's melting eye.