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Her fyren voice, enchanting, draws him on
To guileful shores, and meads of fatal joy.

Even present, in the very lap of love
Inglorious laid ; while music flows around,
Perfumes, and oils, and wine, and wanton hours ;
Amid the rofes fierce Repentance rears
Her snaky creft : a quick-returning pang
Shoots thro' the conscious heart; where honour still,
And great design, against the oppressive load
Of luxury, by fits, impatient heave.

But absent, what fantastic woes arous’d, Rage in each thought, by restless musing fed, Chill the warm cheek, and blast the bloom of life? Neglected fortune flies; and sliding swift, Prone into ruin, fall his fcorn'd affairs. 'Tis nought but gloom around; the darkened sun Loles his light. The rosy-bofom'd Spring To weeping Fancy pines ; and yon bright arch, Contracted, bends into a dusky vault. All Nature fades extinct; and she alone Heard, felt, and feen, possesses every thought, Fills every sense, and pants in every vein. Books

but formal dulness, tedious friends : And sad amid the focial band he fits, Lonely, and unattentive. From his tongue


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Th' unfinish'd period falls : while, borne away
On swelling thought, his wafted spirit flies
To the vain bosom of his distant fair ;
And leaves the semblance of a lover, fix'd
In melancholy fite, with head declin'd,
And love-dejected eyes. Sudden he starts,
Shook from his tender trance, and restless runs
To glimmering shades, and sympathetic glooms;
Where the dun umbrage o'er the falling stream,
Romantic, hangs; there thro’ the pensive dusk
Strays, in heart-thrilling meditation loft,
Indulging all to love: or on the bank.
Thrown, amid drooping lilies, swells the breeze
With fighs unceasing, and the brook with tears.
Thus in soft anguish he consumes the day,
Nor quits his deep retirement, till the Moon
Peeps thro' the chambers of the fleecy east,
Enlightened by degrees, and in her train
Leads on the gentle hours; then forth he walks,
Beneath the trembling languish of her beam,
With softened foul, and wooes the bird of eve
To mingle woes with his: or while the world
And all the sons of Care lie hush'd in sleep,
Associates with the midnight shadows drear;
And, fighing to the lonely taper, pours

grey morn

His idly-tortur'd heart into the page,
Meant for the moving messenger of love;
Where rapture burns on rapture, every line
With rising frenzy fir'd. But if on bed
Delirious flung, sleep from his pillow flies.
All night he toffes, nor the balmy power
any posture finds ;

till the
Lifts her pale luftre on the paler wretch,
Exanimate by love: and then perhaps
Exhaufted Nature finks a while to reft,
Still interrupted by distracted dreams,
That o'er the fick imagination rife,
And in black colours paint the mimic scene.
Oft with th' enchantress of his soul he talks ;
Sometimes in crowds distress'd; or if retir'd
To secret winding flower-enwoven bowers,
Far from the dull impertinence of Man,
Just as he, credulous, his endless cares
Begins to lose in blind oblivious love,
Snatch'd from her yielded hand, he knows not how,
Thro’ forests huge, and long untravell’d heaths
With defolation brown, he wanders waste,
In night and tempest wrapt: or shrinks aghaft,
Back, from the bending precipice; or wades
The turbid stream below, and strives to reach

The farther shore; where fuccourless, and fad,
She with extended arms his aid implores ;
But strives in vain : borne by th’outrageous flood
To distance down, he rides the ridgy wave,
Or whelm'd beneath the boiling eddy finks.

These are the charming agonies of love,
Whofe misery delights. But thro' the heart
Should jealousy its venom once diffuse,
'Tis then delightful misery no more,

unmix'd, inceffant gall, Corroding every thought, and blasting all Love's paradise. Ye fairy prospects, then, Ye beds of roses, and ye bowers of joy, Farewel! Ye gleamings of departed peace, Shine out your last! the yellow-tinging plague Internal vision taints, and in a night Of livid gloom imagination wraps. Ah then ! instead of love.enlivened cheeks, Of funny features, and of ardent eyes With flowing rapture bright, dark looks succeed, Suffus'd and glaring with untender fire; A clouded aspect, and a burning cheek, Where the whole poison’d soul, malignant, fits, And frightens love away. Ten thousand fears Invented wild, ten thousand frantic views

Of horrid rivals, hanging on the charms
For which he melts in fondness, eat hím up
With fervent anguish, and consuming rage.
In vain reproaches lend their idle aid,
Deceitful pride, and resolution frail,
Giving false peace a moment. Fancy pours,
Afresh, her beauties on his busy thought,
Her first endearments twining round the soul,
With all the witchcraft of ensnaring love.
Straight the fierce storm involves his mind anew,
Flames thro’ the nerves, and boils along the veins ;
While anxious doubt distracts the tortur'd heart :

the fad assurance of his fears
Were ease to what he feels. Thus the warm youth,
Whom love deludes into his thorny wilds,
Thro’ flowery-tempting paths, or leads a life
Of fevered rapture, or of cruel care ;
His brightest flames extinguish'd all, and all
His lively moments running down to

waste. But happy they! the happiest of their kind ! Whom gentler stars unite, and in one fate Their hearts, their fortunes, and their beings blend. 'Tis not the coarser tie of human laws, Unnatural oft, and foreign to the mind, hat binds their peace, but harmony itself,


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