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Sce, to their seats they hye with merry glee, And many a poet quit th' Aönian field: And in beseemly order fitten there,

And, four'd by age, profound he fall appear, All but the wight of bum y-galled; he As he who now, with 'sdainful fury thrillid, Abhorreth bench, and tool, and form, and Surveys mine work, and levels many a sneer, chair

[hair); And furls his wrinkly front, and cries, “What (This hand in mouth y-fixed, that rends his ituff is here!" And eke with snubs protound, and heaving But now Dan Phæbus gains the middle sky,

breast, Convulsions intermitting! does declare

And liberty unbars her prison-door ; His grievouswrong, his dame's unjust behest,

And like a rushing torrent out they fly, And scornsheroffer'dlove,andthunstobecaress'd.

And now the grasly cirque han cover'd o'er

With boilt'rous revel-rout and wild uproar. His face belprent with liquid chrystal shines; A thousand ways in wanton rings they run,

Als blooming face, thatleems a purplefiow'r, Heaven thield their short liv'd paitimes, I imWhich low to earth his drooping head decines, plore!

All fmear'dand fullied by a vernal show'r. For well may Freedom, erst so dearly won, Oh the hard bofoms of despotic pow'r! Appear to British elf more glad some than the sun.

All, all but the, the author of his shame, All, all but the, regret this mournful hour:

Enjoy, poor imps ! enjoy your sportive trade, Yet hence the youtli, and hence the flow'r

And chasegay Hies,andculithe faireltflow'rs, fall claim,

For when my bones in grass green fods are laid, If so, I deem aright, transcending worth and fame.

For never may ye talte more careless hours

In knightly castles, or in ladies' bow'rs. Behind some door in melancholy thought, O vain, to seek delight in earthly things!

Mindle is of food, be, dreary caitin! pines; But most in courts, where proud Ambition Ne for his fellows joyaunce careth ought,

tow'rs; But to the wind all nierriment religns, Deluded wight! who weens fair peace can And deems it thame if he to peace inclines;

spring And many a sullen look alkaunce is lent, Beneath the pompous dome of kesar or of king. Which for his dame's annoyance he detigns; And still the more to plealure him The's bent,

See in each sprite some various bent appear! The more doth he, perverte, her 'haviour part

These rudely carol moit incondite lay; - refent.

Thofefaunt'ringon the green,with jocund leer,

Salute the itranger passing on his way : Ah me! how much I fear lest pride it be! Some builden fragile tenements of clay;

But if that pride it be which thus inspires, Some to the standing lake their courses bend, Beware, ye dames! with nice discernment fee, With pebbles smooth, at duck and drake to

Ye queach not too the sparks of nobler fires: play; Ab! better far than all the Muse's lyre3 Thilk to the huxter's fav'ry cottage tend,

(All coward arts) is valour's gen'rous heat; In pastykingsand queensth'allotted mite tospend. The firm fix'd brealt which fit and right requires,

Here, as each season yields a different store, LikeVernon's patriot soul, more justly great

Each season's stores in order ranged been; Than craft that pimps for ill, or tow'ry false

Apples with cabbage-net y-coverd o'er, deceit.

Gallingfullore tl'unmoniedwight are seen;

And gooteb'rie, clad in liv'ry red or green: Yet, nursd with skill, what dazzling fruits And here of lovely dye the Cath'rine pear; appear!

Fine pear! as lovely for thy juice I ween; F'en now lagacious forelight points to show O may no wight e'er pennyless come tliere, A little bench of heedless bishops here, Lest, smit with ardent love, he pine with hopeAnd there a chancellor in embryo,

leis care! Or hard sublime, if bard may e'er be fo; As Milton, Shakespeare, names that ne'er

See cherries here, ere cherries yet abound, thall die!

With thread To white in tempting pofies tieil, Tug' now be crawl along the ground so low;

Scatt'ring like blooming maid their glances Nor weeting how the muse should soar on

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With pamper'd look draw little eyes aside, Wibeth, poor starv'ling elf! his paper kite may

And muit be bought, tho' penury betide ;

The plum all azure, and the nut all brown; And this perhaps, who cens'ring the design, And here each seafon do those cakes abide, Low lays the house which that of cards Whose honour'd names th' inventive city doth build,

own, Shill Dennis be, if rigid Fates incline; Rend'ring thro' Britain's ille Salopia's* praises And many an epic to his rage shall yield,

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Admir'd Salopia! that with venial pride • Bleft were the days when Wisdom held her

EyesherbrightforminSevern'sambientwave, reign,
Fain'd for her loyal cares in perils tried ; * And shepherds fought her on the filent plain;

Herdaughterslovely,andherstriplingsbrave: With Truth! she wedded in the secret grove, Amidst the rest, may Aow'rs adorn his grave' Immortal Truth! and daughters bleft their Whose art did first these dulcet cates display!

love. A motive fair to Learning's imps he gave, "O haste, fair maids ! ye Virtues, come away!

Whocheerlesso'er hér darkling region stray, Sweet Peace and Plenty lead you on your way! Till Reason's morn arise, and light them on their The balmy shrub for you shall love our shore, way.

By Ind excell'd or Araby, no more.

Loft to our fields, for so the fates ordain, $ 98. Oriental Eclogues. By Mr. COLLINS.

• The dear deserters shall return again.

Come thou, whose thoughts as limpid springs ECLOGUE 1.

are clear ;

* To lead the train, sweet Modesty, appear: Selim ; or the Shepherd's Moral. Here make thy court amidst cur rural scene, Scene, a Valley, near Bagdat.-Time, the Morning. Andthepherdgirlsthallowntheefor their queen, Persian maids, attend your Poet's lays,

be , of all afraid, And hear how shepherds pass their golden Diftrusting all, a wife fufpicious maid ;

But man the most not more the mountain doe Not all are blest, whom Fortune's hand sustains · Holds the swift falcon for her deadly foe. • With wealth in courts, nor all that haunt the Cold is her breast,likeflow'rs that drink the dew; plains :

' A filken veil conceals her from the view. • Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell ;lNo wild desires amidst thy train be known, • 'Tis virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell." But Faith, whose heart is fixed on one alone:

Thus Selim sung, by facred Truth inspird ; Defponding Meekness with herdown-caft eyes, Nor praise but such as Truth bestow'd, desir'd : And friendly Pity, full of tender lighs ; Wise in himself, his meaning songs convey'd

* And Love the iaft. By theseyour hearts approve; Informing morals to the shepherd inaid ;

* These are the virtues that must lead to love.' Or taught the swains that sureit bliss to find, Thus sung the swain; and ancient legends say. What groves nor streams beitow,a virtuous mind. The maids of Bagdat verified the lay:

When sweet and blushing, like a virgin bride, Dear to the plains, the Virtues came along;
The radiant morn resum'd her orient pride; The shepherds lov'd, and Selim bless'd his song.
When wanton gales along the vallies play,
Breathe on eachflow'r,and bear their sweetsaway;

ECLOGUE 11.
By Tygris' wandering waves he fat, and sung,

Hasan; or the Camel-Driver. This useful lesson for the fair and young :

Scene, the Desert.-Time, Mid-day. • Ye Persian dames,' he said, ' to you belong IN Glent horror, o'er the boundless waste, • (Well may they please) the morals of iny song: The driver Hassan with his camels pals’d : • No fairer maids, I trust, than you are found, One cruse of water on his back he bore, • Grac'd with loft arts,the peopled world around! And his light scrip contain'd a scanty store; • The morn that lights you to your loves supplies A fan of painted feathers in his hand, • Each gentler ray, delicious to your eyes ; To guard'his shaded face from scorching fando • Foryou thofeflow'r: her fragrant hands bestow. The sultry fun had gaind the middle sky, • And yours the love that kings delight to know. And not a tree, and not an herb, was nigh : * Yet think not these, all beauteous as they are, The beasts with pain their dusty way pursue, • Thebeskind blessings Heaven can grant thefair: Shrill roar'd the winds, and dreary was the view, • Who trult alone in beauty's feeble ray, With desperate sorrow wild, th affrighted man * Boast but the worth Balfora's* pearls display! Thrice fighd, thrice itruck his breast, and thus • Drawstrom the deep,weown the surface bright: began ; • But, dark within, they drink no lustrous light. • Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, • Such are the maids, and such the charms they • When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my • By sense unaided, or to virtue lost. (boaft, way! • Self-Antt'ring sex! your hearts believe in vain * Ah! little thought I of the blasting wind, • That Love Mall blind, when once he fires the “ The thirst or pinching hunger that I find! • Or ho pe a lover by your faults to win, [fwain; " Bethink thee, Hassan, where ihallthirft assuage, • As sprits on ermin beautify the skin: When fails this crufe, his unrelenting rage? • Who seeks secure to rule, be first her care Soon Mall this scrip its precious load rehgn ; Each softer virtue that adorns the fair; " Then what but tears and hunger shall be thine

? • Each tinder pasion man delights to find * Ye mnte companions of my toils, that bear : The lo r'd perfection of a female mind! In all my griefs a more than equal thare !

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, where no springs in murmurs break away,\"Farewel the youth,whom fighs could not detain, Or mols-crown'd fountains mitigate the day, Whom Zará's breaking heart implor'din vain; ' In vain ye hope the green deligtits to know, “ Yet as thou go'it, may ev'ry blaft arile 'Which plains more blelt, or verdant vales “ Weak and unfelé as these rejected figlis! beltow :

“ Safe o'er the wild, no perils mayit thou see; 'Here rocks alone, and tasteless sands are found, " No griefs endure; nor weep, falle youth, like * And faintand ficklywindsforeverhowlaround.

S3d was the hour, and luckless was the day, o let me fafely to the Fair return,
"When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my Say, with a kiss, Me must not, nu not rourn!
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O let me teach my heart to lose its fears, Curft be the gold and silver which persuade Recall'd by Wisdon's voice, and Zari's tears!' *Weak men to follow far-fatiguing trade!

Helaid; and callid on heaven tu bless the iny "The lily Peace outshines the filver store,

When back to Schiraz' wails he bent his way. And life is dearer than the golden ore: Yet money tempts us o'er the desert brown,

ECLOGUE
'To ev'ry distant mart and wealthy town.
'Full oft we tempt the land, and oft the sea;

Abra; or, the Georgian Saliana.
"And are we only yet repaid by thee?
Ah! why this ruin fo attractive made?
Or why, fond man, so easily betray'd?

IN Georgia's land,where Temis'tow'rsareseen 'Why leed we not, while mad we halte along, In distant view along the level green: * The gentle voice of Peace, or Pleasure's long? While evening dews enrich the glitt’:ing glade.

Or wherefore think the flow’ry mountain's fide, And the tall forests cast a longer thade; · The fountain's murmurs,and the valley'spride; What time 'tis sweet o'er fieids of rice to stray,

Why think we these less pleasing to behold Or scent the breathing maize at setting day; Than dreary deserts, if they lead to gold?

Amidst the muids of Žagen's peaceful grove “Sad was the hour, and luckleis was the day, Emyra fung the pleasing cares of love. •When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my Of Abra tirit began the tender strain,

Who led her youth with flocks upon the plain; Ocease, my fears !-all frantic as I go, At morn the came, those willing flocks to lead, Vhen thought creates unnumber'd scenes of Where lilics rear them in the wat 'ry mead:

From early dawn the live-long hours she told, What if the lion in his

rage
I meet!

Till late at filent eve the penn'd the fold.
Oft in the dust I view his printed feet: Deep in the grove, bene:ih the secret ihade,
And, fearful! oft, when day's declining light A various wreath of od rous flowers the made.
Yields her pale empire to the mourner Night, Gaymotley'dpinks and sweet jonquis ihechole, *
By hunger rousid,he scours the groaning plain, The violet blue, that on the mots-bank grows;
Gaunt wolves and sullen tigers in his train; All sweet to sense, the 4 tunting role was tiiere:
Before them Death, with thrieks, directs :heir The finita d chaplet well adorn'd her hair.
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Great Abbas chanc'd that fated morn to stray, Fills the wild yell, and leads them to their prey. By love conducted from the chace awy: • Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, Among the vocal vales he heard her tong, *When firit from Schiraz' walis I bent my And fought the valesandechoing grovesumong.

At length be found, and woo'd the rural muid; At that dead hour the silent asp shall creep, She knew the monarch, and with sex obey'd. If aught of rest I find upon my fleep:

Be ev'ry youth like royal Abbas mov'il, Or fome swoln serpent twist h's scales around,

' And ev'ry Georgian maid like Abralov'd!' And wake to anguish with a burning wound. The royal lover bore her from the piain;

Thrice happy they, the wife contented poor: Yet till her crook and bieating Hock remain: They tempt no deserts,and no griefs they find; And bade that crook and bleating tiock adieu. Peace rules the day,where reason rules themind Fair, happy meid! to vther fccnes remove; and was the hour, and fuckless was the day, To'richer scenes of golden pow'r and love? When firit from Schiraz' walls I bent my Go, leave the simple pipe, and shepherd's train;

With love delight thee, and with Abbis reign. She te nder Zara, will be most undone!

pless youth! for the tlıy love hath won, be ev'ry youth like royal Abbas mov'), Big in eil'd my heart, and own'd the pow’rful

And every Georgian maid like Abra lov'd'.

Yet, midst the blazeofcouts, she fix'i herlove

On the cool fountain, or the lady grove; When fait le dropp'd her tears, and thus Still, with the shepherd's innocence, her mind

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And oft as Springrenew 'dtheplainswithflow'rs, Far fly the swains, like us, in deep despair;
Breath'd his softgales,andled the fragrant hours, And leave to ruffian bands their fleecy care.
With sure return the sought the sylvan scene,

SECANDER.
The breezy mountains, and the forests green. Unhappy land! whose bleflingstemptthesword;
Her maids around her mov'd, a duteous band! In vain, unheard, thou call it thy Persian lord!
Each bore a crook all-rural in her hand : In vain thou court'st him, helpless, to thine aid,
Some simple lay of flocks and herds they sung; To thield the thepherd, and protect the maid !
With joy the mountain and the forest rung: Far off, in thoughtless indolence resignd,
• Be ev'ry youth like royal Abbas mov'd, Soft dreams of love and pleasure footh his mind:

And ev'ry Georgian maid like Abralov'd!' Midst fair Sultanas lost in idle joy,
And oft the royal lover left the care No wars alarm him, and no fears annoy.
And thorns of state, attendant on the Fair;

AGIB.
Oft to the shades and low-roof'd cots retir'd,
Or fought the vale where first his heart was fir'd: Have lent the monarch oft a cool retreat.

Yet these green hills, in summer's sultry heat, A russet mantle, like a swain, he wore; Sweet to the light is Zabra's flow'ry plain, And thought of crowns and busy courtsnomore. And once by maids and thepherds lov'd in vain! • Be ev'ry youth like royal Abbas mov'd,

No more the virgins shall delight to rove • And ev'ry Georgian maid like Abra lov'd!' By Sargis' banks, or Irwan's Thady grove; Bleft was the life that royal Abbas led :

On Tarkie's mountain catch the cooling gale, Sweet was his love, and innocent his bed.

Or breathe the sweets of Aly's flow'ry vale;
What if in wealth the noble maid excel; Fair scenes! but ah! no more with peace pofseft,
The simple shepherd-girl can love as well.
Let those who rule on Persia's jewell'd throne No more the lhepherds' whit'ning tents appear,

With cafe alluring, and with plenty blest.
Be fam'd for love, and gentlest love alone;
Or wreathe, like Abbas, full of fair renown,

Nor the kind products of a bounteous year; The lover's myrtle with the warrior's crown.

No more the date, with snowy blossoms crown'd;

But Ruin spreads her balefúl fires around. O happy days!' the maids around her say;

SECANDER.
O halte, profuse of blessings, hafte away! In vain Circassia boalts her spicy groves,
Be ev'ry youth like royal Abbas mov'd,
• And ev'ry Georgian maid like Abra lov'd!" In vain le buasts her fairest of the fair,

For ever fam'd for pure and happy loves:
ECLOGUE

Their eyes' blue languish, and their golden hair,
Agib and Secander; or, the Fugitives. Those eyes in tears their fruitless grief must send;

Scene, a Mountain, in Circassia. Time, Midnight. Thole hairs the Tartar's cruel hand thall rend. IN fair Circassia, where, to love inclin'd,

AGIB. Each swain was bleft, for ev'ry maid was kind; Ye Georgian fwains, that piteous learn from At that ftill hour when awful midnight reigns, Circassia's ruin, and

the waste of war; And none but wretches haunt thetwilightplains, Some weightier arms than crooks and staffs What time the moon had hung her lampon high; prepare, And pass'd in radiance thro' the cloudless lky;

To shield your harvest, and defend your

fair: Sad o'er the dews two brother shepherds fled, ' The Turk and Tartar like designs pursue, Where 'wildering fear and desp'rate Sorrow led: Fix'd to destroy, and stedfast to undo. Fast as they pressd their flight, behind them lay Wild as his land, in native deserts bred,

away.

By lust incited, or by malice led,
Along the mountain's bending fide they ran : Oft marks with blood and wasting flames the way,

The villain Arab, as he prowls for prey;
Till, faint and weak, Secander thus began:
SECANDER.

Yet none so cruel as the Tartar foe,
Oh stay, thee, Agib; for my feet deny,

To death inur'd, and nurs'd in scenes of woe. No longer friendly to my life, to fly. Friend of my heart, oh turn thee, and survey, A Thriller shriek, and nearer fires appear'd;

He said; when loud along the vale was heard Trace our fad Aight thro' all its length of way! The affrighted shepherds, thro' the dewsofnight

, And first review that long-extended plain, Wideo'erthemoon-lighthillsrenew'dtheirflight

. 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 !

$99. The Splendid Shilling. J. PHILLIPS. AGIB. Weak as thou art, yet hapless muftthouknow

_sing hearenly Muse! The toils of Aight, or some severer woe!

Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyne ;*

A Shilling, Breeches, and Chimeras dice.
Still as I haste, the Tartar shouts behind,
And thrieks and forrows

loadthefadd’ningwind; Happy the man, who, void of cares and frien He blafts our harvests, and deforms our land. A splendid shilling. He nor hears with pain Drops its fair bonours to the conquering Hame: But wxth his friends, when nightly milts arifes Yon citron grove, whence first in fear we came, New oysters cried, nor lighs for cheerful ale;

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To Juniper's Magpye, or Town Hall,* repairs; This caitiff eyes.your steps aloof; and oft Where, inindful of the nymph whose wanton eye Lies perdue in a nook or gloomy cave,

Transfix'd his soul, and kindled amorous flames, Prompt to enchant some inadvertent wretch Chloe or Phillis, he each circling glass With his unhallow'd touch. So (poets fing). Wilheth her health, and joy, and equal love. Grimalkin, to domestic vermin sworn Meanwhile he smokes, and laughs at merry tale, An everlasting foe, with watchful eye Or pun ambiguous, or conundrum quaint. Lies nightly brooding o'er a chinky gap, But I, whom griping penury surrounds, Protending her fell claws, to thoughtless mice And hunger, Ture attendant upon want,

Sure ruin. So her disembowell'd web With scanty ofials, and small acid tiff,

Arachne in a hall or kitchen spreads, (Wretched repaft!) my meagre corse sustain: Obvious to vagrant flies: The secret stands Then folitary walk, or doze at home

Within her woven cell; the humming prey In garret vile, and with a warming puff Regardless of their fate, rush on the toils Regale chill d fingers; or, from tube as black Inextricable, nor will aught avail As winter chimney, or well-polith'd jet, Their arts, or arms, or shapes of lovely hue; Exhale mundungus, ill perfuming scent; The wasp insidious, and the buzzing drone, Not blacker tube, nor of a shorter size, And butterfly, proud of expanded wings Smokes Cambro-Briton (vers'd in pedigree, Distinct with gold, entangled in her snares, Sprang froin Cauwallader and Arthur, kings Useless resistance make: with eager ftrides, Full famous in romantic tale) when he She tow'ring flies to her expected spoils ; O'er many a craggy hill and barren cliff, Then with envenom'd jaws the vital blood Upon a cargo of famid Ceftrian cheese, Drinks of reluctant foes, and to her cave High overshadowing rides, with a design Their bulky carcases triumphant drags. To vend his wares, or at th' Arvonian mart, So pass my days. But when nocturnal shades Or Maridunum, or the ancient town

This world envelop, and th’inclement air Yclep'd Brechinia, or where Vaga's stream Persuades men to repel benumbing frosts Encircles Ariconium, fruitful foil !

With pleasant wines,and crackling blazeofwood; Whence flow nectareous wines, that well may vie Me, lonely sitting, nor the glimmering light With Maffic, Setin, or renown'd Falern. Of make-weight candle, nor the joyous talk

Thus, while my joyless minutes tedious flow, Of loving friends, delights; distress'd, forlorn, With looks demure, and silent pace, a Dun, Amidst the horrors of the tedious night, Horrible inonfter! hated by Gods and men, Darkling I figh, and feed with dismal thoughts To my aërial citadel ascends :

My anxious mind; or sometimes mournful verse With vocal heel thrice thund'ring at my gate, Indite, and sing of groves and myrtle shades, With hideous accent thrice he calls; I know Or desp'rate lady near a purling stream, The voice ill-boding, and the solemn sound. Or lover pendant on a willow-tree. What should I do? or whither turn? Amaz'd, Meanwhile I labour with eternal drought, Confounded, to the dark recess I fly

And restless wish, and rave; my parched throat Of wood-hole; straight my bristling hairs erect Finds no relief, nor heavy eyes repose: Thro'fudden fear; a chilly sweat bedews But if a number haply does invade My shudd'ring limbs, and (wonderful to tell !) My weary limbs, my fancy 's still awake, My tongue torgets her faculty of speech; Thoughtful of drink, and eager, in a dream, So horrible he leems! His faded brow Tipples imaginary pots of ale, Entrench'd with many a frown,and conic beatd, In vain: awake, I find the settled thirst And spreading band, admir'd by modern faints, Still gnawing, and the pleasant phantom curse. Difattrous acts forebnde; in his right hand Thus do I live, from pleasure quite debarr'd, Long scrolls of paper folemnly he waves,

Nor taste the fruits that the lun's genial rays With characters and figures dire inscribid, Mature-john-apple, nor the downy peach, Grievous to mortal eyes (ye gods, avert Nor walnut in rough furrow'd coat secure, Such plagues from righteous men!). Behind him Nor medlar fruit delicious in decay. Another monster, not unlike himself, (ftalks Afflictions great! yet greater still remain: Sullen of aspect, by the vulgar callid

My galligaikins, that have long with tood A Catchpole, whose polluted hands the gods The winter's fury, and encroaching frosts, With force incredible, and magic charms, By time subdued (what will not time subdue?) Ent have endued ; if he his ample palm Ahorrid chasm disclose, with orifice Should haply on ill-fated shoulder lay Wide, discontinuous; at which the winds, Of debtor, straight his body, to the touch Eurus and Auster, and the dreadful force Obsequious (as whilom knights were wont), Of Boreas, that congeals the Cronian waves, To fome enchanted castle is convey'd, Tumultuous enter with dire chilling blasts, Where gates impregnable, and coercive chains, Portending agues. Thus a well-fraught thip, In durance strict detain him; till, in form Long fail'd secure, or thro'th' Ægean deep, Of money, Pallas sets the captive free. Or the Ionian, till cruising near

Beware ye debtors! when ye walk beware, The Lilybean Thore, with hideous crush Bc circumspect; oft with insidious ken Jon Scylla or Charybdis (dang 'rous rocks) * Two noted alehouses in Oxford, 1700.

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