Oh blissful regions! oh unrival'd plains! When Pliny, 'mid fulphureous clouds, expir'd! So fmiles the furface of the treacherous main, As o'er its waves the peaceful halcyons play; When foon rude winds their wonted rule regain, And sky and ocean mingle in the fray. But let or air contend, or ocean rave; Ev'n hope fubfide amid the billows toft; Hope, ftill emergent, ftill contemns the wave, And not a feature's wonted fmile is loft. ELE G Y VI. To a lady on the language of birds. OME then, Dione, let us range the grove, C° The science of the feather'd choirs explore: Hear linnets argue, larks defcant of love, And blame the gloom of folitude no more. My doubt fubfides—'tis no Italian song, Nor fenfeless ditty, chears the vernal tree : Ah! who, that hears Dione's tuneful tongue, Shall doubt that music may with sense agree ? And come, my Mufe! that lov'ft the fylvan fhade ; Evolve the mazes, and the mist dispel : Tranflate the fong; convince my doubting maid, No folemn dervise can can explain so well.— Penfive beneath the twilight fhades I fate, The flave of hopeless vows, and cold difdain! And thus I conftrued the mellifluent ftrain. A foe to Tereus, and to lawless love! Ah could our mufic his complaints remove! Yon' plains are govern'd by a peerless maid; And fee pale Cynthia mounts the vaulted sky, A train of lovers court the checquer'd fhade; Sing on, my bird, and hear thy mate's reply. No lover bleft the glow-worm's pallid ray: Let fuch by day unite their jarring strains! ELEGY He defcribes his vifion to an acquaintance. "Cætera per terras omnes animalia," &c. N diftant heaths, beneath autumnal skies, Penfive I faw the circling fhades descend; Weary and faint I heard the storm arise, VIRG. While the fun vanish'd like a faithlefs friend. Where toil in peaceful flumber clos'd the day. While the rude ftorm alone diftrefs'd mine ear. As led by Orwell's winding banks I ftray'd, Where towering Wolfey breath'd his native air; A fudden luftre chas'd the flitting fhade, The founding winds were hufh'd, and all was fair. Inftant a grateful form appear'd confeft; White were his locks with awful fcarlet crown'd, And livelier far than Tyrian feem'd his veft, That with the glowing purple ting'd the ground. "Stranger, he faid, amid this pealing rain, Benighted, lonefome, whither would'st thou stray? Does wealth or power thy weary ftep conftrain? Reveal thy with, and let me point the way. For know I trod the trophy'd paths of power; Felt every joy that fair ambition brings; And left the lonely roof of yonder bower, To stand beneath the canopies of kings. I bade low hinds the towering ardour share; Nor meanly rofe, to blefs myfelf alone: I fnatch'd the fhepherd from his fleecy care, And bade his wholefome dictate guard the throne. Low at my feet the fuppliant peer I faw; I faw proud empires my decifion wait; My will was duty, and my word was law, My fmile was tranfport, and my frown was fate." Ah me! faid I, nor power I feek, nor gain; Nor urg'd by hope of fame these toils endure; A fimple youth, that feels a lover's pain, And, from his friend's condolance, hopes a cure. He, the dear youth, to whofe abodes I roam, Nor can mine honours, nor my fields extend; Yet for his fake I leave my diftant home, Which oaks embofom, and which hills defend. Beneath that home I fcorn the wintry wind; The fpring, to fhade me, robes her fairest tree; And if a friend my grafs-grown threshold find, O how my lonely cot refounds with glee! Yet, though averfe to gold in heaps amass'd, I wish to blefs, I languifh to bestow; And though no friend to fame's obftreperous blast, Still, to her dulcet murmurs not a foe. Too Too proud with fervile tone to deign addrefs; Shot'ft blazing forth; difdaining dull degrees; Praise him I fcorn, and him I love betray? Or falfehood's treacherous foot befet the way? Which oaks embofom, and which hills defend? ELEGY |