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But now Dan Phoebus gains the middle sky,
And liberty unbars the prison-door;
And like a rushing torrent out they fly,
And now the grassy cirquehan cover'd o'er
With boist'rous revel-rout and wild uproar.
A thousand ways in wanton rings they run,
Heaven shield their short liv'd pastimes, I im-
For well may Freedom, erst so dearly won,
Appear to British elf more gladsomethan the sun.
Enjoy, poor imps enjoy your sportive trade,
Añdchasegayflies,and cull the fairest flow’rs,
For when my bones in grass green sods are laid,
For never may ye taste more careless hours
In knightly castles, or in ladies' bow'rs. .
O vain, to seek delight in earthly things!
But most in courts, where proud Ambition
Deluded wight! who weens fair peace can
Beneath the pompous dome of kesar or of king.
See in each sprite some various bent appear !
These rudely carol most incondite lay :
Those saunt'ring on the green, with jocundseer,
Salute the stranger passing on his way:
Some builden fragile tenements of clay;
Some to the standing lake their courses hend,
With pebbles smooth, at duck and drake to
play : Thilk to the huxter's sav'ry cottage tend, Inpastykingsand queens th'allotted mite to spend.
Admir'd Salopia! that with venial pride EyesherbrightforminSevern'sambientwave, Fam'd for her leyal cares in perils tried; Herdaughterslovely,and herstriplingsbrave: Amidst the rest, may flow'rs adorn his grave Whose art did first these dulcet cates display! A motive fair to Learning's imps he gave, Who cheerless o'er her darkling region stray, Till Reason's morn arise, and light them on their way.
§ 96. Oriental Eclogues. By Mr. Colliss. e C L O G u p. 1. Selim ; or the Shepherd' Moral.
Scene, a Valley, near Bagdat.—Time, the Morning. “.YE Persian maids, attend your Poet's lays, “And hear how shepherds pass their golden * days. * Notallare blest, whom Fortune's hand sustains * With wealth in courts, nor all that haunt the ‘plains:
“Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell; * "Tis virtue inakes the bliss, where'er we dwell.'
Thus Selim sung, by sacred Truth inspir'd; Nor praise but such as Truth bestow'd, desir'd: Wise in himself, his meaning songs couvey'd Informing morals to the shepherd unaid; Or taught the swains that surest bliss to find, What groves nor streams bestow,a virtuous mind.
When sweet and blushing, like a virgin bride, The radiant morn resum'd her orient pride; When wanton gales along the vallies play, Breatheoneachflow'r,and bear theirsweets away; #. wandering waves he sat, and sung, is useful lesson for the fair and young:
‘Ye Persian dames, he said, “to you belong * (Well may they please) the morals of my song: * No fairer maids, I trust, than you are found, * Grac'd with softarts, the o world around! * The morn that lights you to your loves supplies * Each gentler ray, delicious to your cyes; * For you those flow'rsher fragranthandsbestow. “And yours the love that kings delight to know. * Yet think not these, all beauteous as they are, * Thebest kind blessings Heavencangrantthefair: “Who trust alone in beauty's feeble ray, * Boast but the worth Balsora's" pearls display! *Drawn from the deep,weown thesurface bright: “But, dark within, they drink no lustrous light. “Such are the maids, and such the charms they • By sense unaided, or to virtue lost. boast, * Self-flatt'ring sex your hearts believe in vain * That Love shall blind, when once he fires the “Or hope a lover by your faults to win, sswain; “As spots on ermine beautify the skin: * Who seeks secure to rule, be first her care * Each softer virtue that adorns the fair; * Fach tender ion man delights to find
“Blest were the days when Wisdou, held her
‘ reign, ‘And shepherds sought her on the silent thin; “With Truth! she wedded in the secret grove, • Immortal Truth ! and daughters blest their “ love. “O haste, fair maids: ye Virtues, come away! ‘Sweet peace and Plenty lead you on your way! “The balmy shrub for you shall love our shore, • By Ind excell'd or Araby, no more. * Lost to our fields, for so the fates ordain, “The dear deserters shall return again. ‘Come thou, whose thoughts as litupid springs “are clear; “To lead the train, sweet Modesty, appear: ‘Here make thy court amidst our rural scene, ‘Andshepherdgirlsshall own thee fortheirqueen, * With thee be Chastity, of all afraid, Distrusting all, a wise suspicious maid; “But man the most—not more the mountaindee • Holds the swift falcon for her deadly foe. • Cold is her breast, like flow'rs that drink the lew; • A silken veil conceals her from the view. “No wild desires amidst thy train be known, • But Faith, whose heart is fix’d on one alone: “Desponding Meekness, with herdown-castroes, • And friendly Pity, full of tender sighs; “And Love the last. By these your hearts approof; • These are the virtues that must lead to love. Thus sung the swain; and antient legendsso, The maids of Bagdat verified the lay : Dear to the plains, the Virtues came along;
Hassan; or the Camel-Driver. Scene, the Desert. — Time, Mid-day.
IN silent horror o'er the boundless waste, The driver Hassan with his camels pass'd : One cruse of water on his back he bore, And his light scrip contain’d a scanty store; A fan of painted feathers in his . To guard his shaded face from scorching sand. The sultry sun had gain'd the middle sky, And not a tree, and not an herb, was nigh: The beasts with pain their dusty way pursue, Shrill rear'd the winds, and dreary was the view. With desperate sorrow wild, th' affrighted mon Thrice sigh'd, thrice struck his breast, and the
began ; • Sad was the hour, and luckless was the dr. • When first from Schiraz' walls I bent to “ wav |
• Ah ič thought I of the blasting wind. “The thirst or pinching hunger that I find “Bethink thee, Hassan, whereshall thirst assuag", * When fails this cruse, his unrelenting rage: • Soon shall this scrip its precious load resign: “Then what but tears and hunger shall bethto
‘Ye mute companions of my toils, that be
* The lov'd perfection of a female mind ;
* The Gulf of that name, famous for the pearl-fishery.
‘Here, wherenosprings in murmurs breakaway, “Or moss-crown'd fountains mitigate the day, *In vain ye hope the green delights to know, “Which plains more blest, or verdant vales “bestow : * Here rocks alone, and tasteless sands are found, “And faintandsickly winds forever howlaround. ‘Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, “When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my ‘way! . 'Curst be the gold and silver which persuade ‘Weak men to follow far-fatiguing trade 1 “The lily Peace outshines the silver store, “And life is dearer than the golden ore : ‘Yet money tempts us o'er the desert brown, “To ev'ry distant Inart and wealthy town. ‘Full of we tempt the land, and of the sea; ‘And are we only yet repaid by thee? “Ah! why this ruin so attractive made 2 “Or why, fond man, so easily betray'd 2 ‘Why heed we not, while nad we haste along, “The gentle voice of Peace, or Pleasure's song? Örwhereforethink is flow'ry mountain's side, “The fountain's murmurs, and the valley's pride; ‘Why think we these less pleasing to behold “Than dreary deserts, if they lead to gold 2 ‘Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, “When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my ‘way “O cease, my fears! — all frantic as I go, “When thought creates unnumber'd scenes of * woe. ‘What if the lion in his rage I meet! “Oft in the dust I view his printed fect: “And, fearful oft, when day's declining light ‘Yields her pale empire to the mourner Night, “By hungerrous'd, he scours the groaning plain, ‘Gaunt wolves and sullen tigers in his train; “Before them Death, with shrieks, directs their way: ‘Fills the wild yell, and leads them to their prey. ‘Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, “When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my * Way | * At that dead hour the silent asp shall creep, : Isaught of rest I find upon my sleep : “Or some swoln serpent twist his scales around, “And wake to anguish with a burning wound. “Thrice happy they, the wise, contented poor: “From lust of wealth, and dread of death secure. “They tempt no deserts, and no griefs they find; 'Peacerules the day, where reason rules the mind. ‘Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, “When first from Schiraz' walls I took my * way ! * Ohapless youth for she thy love hath won, “The tender Kara, will be most undone! ‘Big * heart, and own'd the pow'rful ‘ maid, “When fast she dropp'd her tears and thus ‘she said:"
IN Georgia's land, where Tcfilis' tow’rsareseen In distant view along the level green: While evening dews enrich the glitt'ring glade, And the tall forests cast a longer shade ; What time ’tis sweet o'er fields of rice to stray, Or scent the breathing maize at setting day; Amidst the maids of Zagen's peaceful grove Emyra sung the pleasing cares of love. Of Abra first began the tender strain, Who led her youth with flocks upon the plain; At morn she came, those willing flocks to lead, Where lilies rear them in the wat'ry mead : From early dawn the live-long hours she told, Till late at silent eve she penn'd the sold. Deep in the grove, beneath the secret shade, A various wreath of od’rous flowers she made. Gayjmotley'dpinksandsweet jonquilsshechose," The violet blue, that on the moss-bank grows; All sweet to sense, the flaunting rose was there: The finish’d chaplet well adorn'd her hair. Great Abbas chanc'd that fated morn to stray, By love conducted from the chace away : Among the vocal vales he heard her song, And sought the valesand echoing groves among. At o he found, and wood the rural maid; She knew the monarch, and with fear obey'd. “Be ev'ry youth like royal Abbas mov’d, * And ev'ry Georgian maid like Abra lov'd : The royal lover bore her from the plain ; Yet still her crook and bleating flock remain : Oft as she went she backward turn'd her view, And bade that crook and bleating flock adieu. Fair, happy maid! to other scenes remove; To richer occmes of golden pow'r and love! Go, leave the simple pipe,and shepherd's strain; With love delight thee, and with Abbas reign: “Be ev'ry youth like royal Abbas mov’d, ‘And ev'ry Georgian traid like Abra lov’d'. Yet, midst the blaze of courts, she fix’d her love On the cool fountain, or the shady grove; Still, with the shepherd's innocence, her mind To the sweet vale and flow'ry inead inclin'd,
* That these flowers are found in very great abundance in some of the provinces of Persia, see the
Modern History of the ingenious Mr. Salmon.
And of as Sprinzrenew'd the plains with flow'rs,
Hreath'd his soft gales, and led the sraurant hours,
With sure return she sought the sylvan scene,
The breezy Inountains, and the forests green.
Her naids around her mov’d, a duteous band
}.uch bore a crook all-rural in her hand :
Some simple lay of flocks and herds they sting:
With joy the mountain and the forest rung.
“Be ev'ry youth like royal Abbas mov d,
“And ev'ry Georgian maid like Abra lov'd ''
Aud of the royal lover left the care
And thorns of state, attendant on the Fair:
Oft to the shades and low-roof d cols retird,
Or sought the vale where first his heart was fir’d:
A russet mantle, like a swain, he wore ;
And thought of crowns and busy courts no more.
• He ev'ry youth like royal Abbas mov’d,
‘And ev'ry Georgian maid like Abra lov'do'
Biest was the life that royal Abbas led :
Sweet was his love, and innocent his bed.
What if in wealth the noble maid excel :
The simple shepherd-girl can love as well.
Let those who rule on Persia's jewell'd throne
Be fam'd for love, and genilest love alone :
Or wreathe, like Abbas, full of fair renown,
The lover's myrtle with the warrior's crown.
“O happy days so the maids around her say :
“O haste, profuse of blessings, haste away :
“Be ev'ry youth like royal Abbas mov’d,
“And ev'ry Georgian maid like Abra lov'd :'
r c i, to G U E IV.
Agil and Secander; or, the Fugitives,
Scene,a Mountain, in Circassia.--Time, Midnight.
1N fair Circassia, where, to love inclin'd,
Each swain was blest, for ev'ry maid was kind;
At that still hour when awful midnight reigns,
And none but wretches haunt the twilight plains,
What time the moon had hung her lamp on high;
And pass'd in radiance thro' the cloudless sky;
Sad o'er the dews two brother shepherds o,
Where 'wild'ring fear and desp'rate sorrow led :
Fast as they press'd their flight, behind thern lay
Wide ravagd plains, and valleys stole away.
Along the mountain's bending side they rān; ,
Till, faint and weak, Secander thus began :
... s r. c A N p f R.
Oh stay thee, Agib; for my feet deny,
No longer friendly to my life, to fly. -
Friend of Iny heart, oh turn thee, and survey,
Trace our sad flight turo all its length of way:
And first review that long extended plain,
And yon wide groves, already pass'd with pain
Yon ragged cliff, whose dang'rous path we tried:
And, last, this lofty mountain's weary side
- A G. I. B. -
Weak as thou art, yet hapless must thout know
The toils of flight, or some severer woe:
Still as I haste, the Tartar shouts behind,
And shrieksandsorrows load thesadd'ning wind;
In rage of heart, with ruin in his hand,
He blasts our harvests, and deforms our land.
Yon citron grove, whence first in fear we came,
Drops its fair honors to the couquering flame:
Far for the swains, like us, in deep despair;
And leave to ruflian bands their fleecy care.
S e C A N ID. E. R.
Unhappy land! whoseblessingstempothesword:
In vain, unheard, thou call st thy Persian lood:
In vain thou court him, helpless, to thine aid,
To shield the shepherd, and protect the maid!
Far off, in thoughtless indolence resign d.
Soft dreams of love and pleasure sooth his mind:
Midst fair Sultanas lost in idle joy,
No wars alarm him, and no fears annoy.
A G. I. B.
Yet these greenhills, in summer's suitry heat.
Have lent the monarch of a cool retreat.
Sweet to the sight is Zabra's flow'ry plein,
And once by maids and shepherds food in vain :
No more o virgius shall delight to rove
By Sargis' banks, Or Irwan's shady grove;
On Tarkie's mountain catch the cooling gale,
Or breathe the sweets of Aly's flow'ry vale;
Fair scenes! but ah! no more with peaceposest,
With ease alluring, and with plenty best.
No more the shepherds' whit'ning tents appear,
Nor the kind products of a bounteous year:
No more the date, with snowy blossoms crowtd,
But Ruin spreads her baleful fires around.
S e C A N d e R.
In vain Circassia boasts her spicy groves,
For ever fam'd for pure and happy loves:
In vain she boasts her fairest of the fair:
Their eyes' blue languish, and their golden hair,
Those eyes in tears their fruitless grief must sid:
Those hairs the Tartar's cruel hand shall rend
A G. I. B.
Ye Georgian swains, that piteous learn from
“Circassia's ruin, and the waste of war; [of
Some weightier arms than crooks and staf.
To shield your harvest, and defend your fair:
The Turk and Tartar like designs pursue,
Fix'd to destroy, and stedfast to undo.
Wild as his land, in native deserts bred,
By lust incited, or by malice led,
The villain Arab, as he prowls for prey.
st marks with blood and wasting flaines the way:
Yet none so crucl as the Tartar foe, -
To death inurd, and nurs'd in scenes of woe.
To Juniper's Magpie, or Town Hall, * repairs;
Where, mindful of the nymph whose wanton eye
Transfix’d his soul, and kindled amorous flames,
Chloe or Phillis, he each circling glass
Wishes her health, and joy, and cquial love.
Meanwhile he smokes, and laughs at merry tale,
Or pun ambiguous, or conundrum quaint.
But I, whom griping penury surrounds,
And hunger, sure attendant upon want,
With scanty offals, and small acid tiff,
(Wretched repast !) my meagre corse sustain :
Then solitary walk, or doze at home
In grret vile, and with a warming puff
Regale chill'd fingers; or, from tube as black
As winter chimney, or well-polish'd jet,
Exhale mundungus, ill perfuming scent ;
Not blacker tube, nor of a shorter size,
Smokes Cambro-Briton (vers'd in pedigree,
Sprung from Cadwallader and Arthur, kings,
Full famous in romantic tale) when he
Qer many a craggy hill and barren cliff,
Upon a cargo of fam'd Cestrian cheese,
High overshadowing rides, with a design
To rend his wares, or at th' Arvonian mart,
Or Maridunum, or the antient town
Yclep'd Brechinia, or where Vaga's stream
Encircles Ariconium, fruitful soil :
Whenceflow nectareous wines, that well may vie
With Massic, Setin, or renown'd Fakorn.
Thus, while my joyless uminutes tedious flow,
With looks demure, and silent pace, a Dun,
Horrible monster hated by Gods and men,
To my aerial citadel ...
With vocal heel thrice thund'ring at my gate,
With hideous accent thrice he calls; I know
The voice ill-boding, and the solemn sound.
What should I do or whither turn ? Amazid,
Confounded, to the dark recess I fly
Of wood-hole; straight my bristling hairs erect
Thro' sudden fear; a chilly sweat bodews
My shudd'ring limbs, and (wonderful to tell .)
My tongue forgets her faculty of speech;
So horrible he seems : His faded brow
Entrench'd with manya frown, and conic beard,
And spreading band, admir’d by modern saints,
Disastrous acts fore bode ; in his right hand
Long scrolls of paper solemnly he waves,
With characters and figures dire inscrib'd,
Grievous to mortal eyes (ye gods, avert
Such plagues from righteous men!y. Behind him
Another monster not unlike himself, [stalks
Sullen of aspect, by the vulgar call d -
A Catchpole, whose polluted hands the gods
With force incredible, and magic charms,
Erst have endued ; if he his ample palm
Should haply on ill-fated shoulder lay
Of debtor straight his body, to the touch
Obsequious (as whilom knights were wout),
o some enchanted castle is convey'd,
Where gates impregnable, and coercive chains,
In orance strict detain him till, in form
Of noney, Pallas sets the captive free.
tware ye debtors : when ye walk beware,
Be circuinspect ; oft with insidious ken -
This cailiff eyes your stepsaloof; and ost
Lies perdue in a mook of gloomy cave,
Prompt to enchant some inadvertent wretch
With his unhallow'd touch. Sn (poets sing).
Grimalkin, to domestic vermin sworn
An everlasting foe, with watchful eye
Lies nightly brooding o'er a chinky gap; . . .
Protending her full claws, to thoughtless mice
Sure ruin. So her disembowell'd, web - -
Arachne in a hall or kitchen spreads,
Obvious to vagrant flies: she secret stands
Within her woven cell; the humming prey,
Regardless of their fate, rush on the toils
Inextricable, nor will aught avail
Their arts, or arms, or shapes of lovely hue ;
The wasp insidious, and the buzzing drone,
And butterfly, proud of expanded wings
Distinct with gold, o in her snares,
Useless resistance make : with eager strides,
She tow'ring flies to her expected spoils :
Then with envenom'd jaws the vital blood
Drinks of reluctant foes, and to her cave
Their bulky carcases triumphant drags. . . . .
So pass my days. But when nocturmal shades.
This world envelop, and th' inclement air
Persuades men to repel benumbing frosts
With pleasant wines,and crackling blaze of wood;
Me, lonely sitting, nor the glimmering light ...,
Of make-weight candle, nor the joyous talk
Of loying friends, delights; distress'd, forlorn,
Amidst the horrors of the tedious night, -
parkling I sigh, and seed with dismal thoughts
My anxious mind; or sometimes mournful verse
indite, and sing of groves and myrtle shades,
Or desp'rate lady near a purling stream,
Or lover pendant on a willow-tree.
Meanwhile l labor with eternal drought,
Anot restless wish, and rave; my parched throat
Finds no relics, nor heavy eyes repose:
But if a slumber haply does invade -
\!y weary limbs, my fancy's still awake,
Thoughtful of drink, and eager, in a dream,
Tipples imaginary pots of ale,
In vain : awake, I find the settled thirst
Still gnawing, and the pleasant phantom curse;
Thus do I live, from pleasure quite debarr'd,
Nor-taste the fruits that the sun's genial rays
Mature —john-apple, nor the downy peach,
Nor walnut in rough furrow'd coat secure,
Nor medlar fruit delicious in decay.
Afflictions great! yet greater still remain :
My galligaskins, that have long withstood
The winter's fury, and encroaching frosts,
By time subducd (what will not time subdue :)
A horrid chasm disclose, with orifice
Wide, discontinuous; at which the winds,
Eurus and Auster, and the dreadful force
Of Boreas, that congeals the Cronian waves,
Tumultuous enter with dire chilling blasts,
Portending agues. Thus a well-fraught ship,
Long sail'd secure, or thro' th' AEgean deep,
Or the sonian, till cruising near
The Lilybean shore, with hideous crush
On Scylla or Charybdis (dang'rous rocks)