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‘Ipse cava solans a grum testudine amorem, • ‘ie, dulcis, conjux, te solo in littore secum, * Te veniente die, te decedente cancbat." A r length escap'd from ev’ry human eye, From ev'ry duty, ev'ry care, so. That in my o thoughts might claim a Or force toy tears their fiowing stream to dry; Beneath the gloom of this embow'ring shade, This lone retreat for tender sorrow inade, I now may give my burthen'd heart relief, And pour forth all my stores of grief; | Of grief surpassing every other woe, Far as the purest bliss, the happiest love, Can on the ennobled mind bestow, Fxceeds the vulzar joys that move Our gross desires, inelegant and low. Ye tufted groves, ye gently-falling rills, Ye high o'ershadowing hills, Ye lawns gay-smiling with eternal green, Oft have you my Lucy seen But never shall you now behold her more: Nor will she now, with fond delight, And taste refin'd, your rural charms explore. Clos'd are those beauteous eyes in endless night, Thosebeauteouseyes, wherebeamingus’d toshine. Reason's pure light, and Virtue's spark divine.

Ost would the Dryads of these woods rejoice To hear her heavenly voice; For her despising, when she deigned to sing, The sweetest songsters of the spring ; The woodlark and the linnet pleas'd no more: The nightingale was mule, And ev'ry shepherd's flute Was cast in silent scorn away, While all attended to her sweeter lay. Ye larks and linnets, now resume your song: And thou, melodious Philomel, Again thy plaintive story tell; For death has stopp'd that tunesul tongue, Whose music could alonc your warbling notes

In vain I look around, [excel.

O'er all the well-known ground, My Lucy's wonted footsteps to descry: Where oft we us’d to walk; Where oft in tender talk We saw the summer sun go down the sky;

* The Mincio runs by Mantua, the birth-place of virgil.

Nor by yen sountain's side, * Nor where its waters glide Along the valley, can she now be found: In all the wide-stretch'd prospects ample No more my mournful eye [bound, Can aught of her espy, But the sad sacredearth where her dear relics lit.

O shades of Hagley, where is now your boast?
Your bright inhabitant is lost.
You she preferr'd to all the gay resorts
Where female vanity might wish to shine,
The pomp of cities, and the pride of courts.
lder inodest beauties shunn'd the public eye:
To your sequester'd dales,
And flower-embroider'd vales,
From an admining world she close to fly.
With Nature there retird, and Nature's God,
The silent paths of wisdom trod,
And banish'd every passion from her breast;
But those, the gentlest and the best,
Whose holy flaumes with energy divine
The virtuous heart enliven and improve,
The conjugal and the maternal love.

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Nor where Clituranus * rolls his gentle streatin, 'Nor where, through hanging woods, Steep Anio t pours his floods, Not yet where Meles ; or ilissus $ stray. , Ill does it now beseein, That, of your guardian care bereft, 19 dire disease and death your darling should be left. Now what avails it, that in early bloom, When light fantastic toys Are all her sex's joys, With you she search'd the wit of and Rome; - And all that in her latter days, To emulate her antient praise, Italia's happy genius could produce ; Or what the Gallic fire Bright sparkling could inspire, By all the Graces temper'd and refind ; Or what, in Britain's isle, Most favor'd with your smile, The pow'rs of Reason and of Fancy join'd To full perfection have conspir'd to raise 2 Ah! what is now the use Of all those treasures that enrich'd her mind, To black Oblivion's gluoin for ever Irow consign'd, At least, ye Nine, her spotless name 'Tis yours from death to save, . And in the temple of immortal Fame With golden characters her worth engrave. Come then, ye virgin sisters, coine, And strew with choicest flow 1. her hallow'd tomb; -- - But foremost thou, in sable vestment clad, With accents sweet and sad, [urn Thou plaintive Muse, whom o'er his Laura's Unhappy Petrarch gall'd to mourn; * , O come, and to this fairer Laura pay . . A more impassign'd tear, a more pathetic lay! Tell how each beauty of her mind and face Was brighten’d by some sweet peculiar How eloquent in ev'ry look . .sgraces, Thro' her expressive eyes her soul distinctly spoke : - **- : Tell how hermanners, by the world refin'd, left all the taint of modish vice behind, And make each charm of polish'd courts With candid Truth's simplicity, And uncorrupted Innocences Tell how to more than manly sense She join'd the soft'ning influence Of inore than feinale tenderness: How, in the thoughtless days afwealth and joy,


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To every want, and every woe, To guilt itself when in distress, The balna of pity would impart : And all relief that bounty could bestow ! Fen for the kid or lamb, that pour'd its life Beneath the bloody knife, Her gettle tears would fall ; [to all. Te is, frcon sweet Virtue's source, benevolent Not only good and kind, But strong ind elevated was her mind A spirit that with noble pride Could look superior down . On Fortune's smile or frown; That could, without regret or poin, To Virtue's lowest duty sacrifice. Or Interest or Anobition's highest Prize : That, injur'd or offended, never triod Its dignity by vengeance to maintain, But by Inagtianiinous disdain, A wit that, temperately bright, With inoffensive light All pleasing shone; nor ever pass'd The decent bounds that Wisdom's sober hand, And sweet Benevolence's mild command, And bashful Modesty, before it cast, A prudence undeceiving, undeceiv'd, That nor too little nor too much believ'd ; That scorn'd unjust Suspicion's coward fear, And, without weakness, knew to be sincere. Such Lucy was, when in her fairest days, Amidst th' acclaim of universal praise. In life's and glory's freshest bloom, [tomb. Death came remorseless on, and sunk her to the So, where the silent streams of Liris glide, In the soft boson of Campania's vale, When now the wintry tempests all are fled, And genial summer breathes her gentie gale, The verdant orange lists its beauteous head; From ev’ry branch the balmy flow'rets rise, Qn ev'ry bough the golden fruits are seen; With colors sweet it tills the solio skies, The wood-nyinphs tend it, and th' Idalian But, in the midst of all its blooming pride,

ween : A sudden blast from Apenninus blows, Cold with perpetual snows ; [and dies. The tender big ted plant shrinks up its leaves, Arise, O Petrarch from th' Elysian bow'rs, With never-fading myrtles twin'd, And fragrant with ambrosial flow'rs, Where to thy Laura thou again artjoin'd, Atise, and hither bring the silver lyre, ... Tun'd by thy skilful hand. To the sof: 1.0tes of clogant desire, With which o'er many a land

Which of the care of others' good destroy; Her kindly-melting heart,

Was # read the fine of th; disastrous love; To me resign the voci shull,

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'**Fire Meles is a river of ioni
Mollisigenes. *
9 "The Luisus is a river at Athens, of 3 “”

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And teach my sorrows to relate

Their melancholy tale so well,

As may e'en things inanimate, [move. Rough mountain oaks, and desert rocks, to pily

What were,alas! thywoes.compar'dtomine? To thee thy mistress in the blissful band Of Hymen never gave her hand; The joys of wedded Tove were never thine. In thy domestic care She never bore a share, Nor with endearing art Would healthy wounded heart Of every secret grief that fester'd there: Nor did her fond affection on the bed Ossickness watch thee,and thy languidhead Whole nights on her unwearied armsustain, And charm away the sense of pain : Nor did she crown your mutual flame With pledges dear, and with a father's tender inault. * * O best of wives! O dearer far to me Than when thy virgin-charms Were yielded to my arms: How can my soul endure the loss of thee? How in the world, to me a desert grown, Abandon'd and alone, Without my sweet companion can I live! Without thy lovely smile, The dear reward of every virtuous toil, What pleasure now can pall'd Ambition give? E'en the delighted sense of well-earn'd praise, Unshar'd by thee, no more my lifeless thoughts could raise. • For my distracted mind What succor can I find * On whom for consolation shall I call? Support me, ev'ry friend; Your kind assistance lend, To bear the weight of this oppressive woe. Alas! each friend of mine,

My dest departed love, so much was thiue,

* That none has any comfort to bestow. "
My books, the best relief .
In every other ief, . . ."
Are now with your idea saddend of :"... "
Each favorite author we together read -
My tortur'd memory wounds, and speaks of
- Lucy dead. -
We were the happiest pair of human kind:
The rolling year its various course perform'd
- And back return'd again;
Another, and another, smiling came,
And saw our Happiness unchang'd remain.
Still in her golden chain -
Harmonious Concord did our wishes bind :
Our studies, pleasures, taste the same.
O fatal, fatal stroke
That all this pleasing fabric Love had rais'd
Of rare felicity,
On which even wanton Vice with envy gaz'd,
Abd every scheme of blissourheartshadform'd,
With soothing hope for many a future day,
In one sad moment broke

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*Wet, O my soul! thy rising murmurs sty; Nor dare th' all-wise Disposer to arraign, Or against his supreme decree With impious grief complain, That all thyfull-blown joysat once shouldfade, Was his most righteous will—and be that will obey'd. Would thy fond love his grace to her control, And, in these low abodes of sin and pain, Her pure exalted soul, Uğ. for thy partial good, detain? No-rather strive thy grovelling mindio raist Up to that unclouded blaze, That heavenly radiance of etermal night, In which enthron'd she now with pity sees, How frail, how insecure, how slight, Is every mortal bliss? Even Love itself, if rising by degrees Beyond the bounds of this imperfect state. Whose fleeting joys so soon must end, It does not to its sovereign good ascend. Rise then, my soul, with hope elate, And seek those regions of serene delight, Whose peaceful path, and ever-open gate, No feet . those of harden'd Guilt shall miss: There Death himself thy Lucy shall restore; There yield up all his pow'r ne'er to divide you Inore.

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For, cruel as he is, did he know but how we fir, He'd shield us in his arms from this bitter - piercing air. Cold;coldmydearestiewell thy little life is gone. Oh let my tears revive thee, so warm that trickk down: fore they fall: My tears that gush so warm, oh they freeze beAh wretched, wretched mother thou 'rt now bereft of all.”

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§ 95. The School Mistress. In Imitation of Spenser.
Shenston E.
—Auditæ voces, vagitus et ingens,
Infantumque anima fientes in limine primo. Virg.
Ah me! full sorely is my heart forlorn,
To think how modest worth neglected lies,
While partial Fame doth with her blasts adorn
Such deels alone as pride and pomp disguise;
Deeds of ill sort, and mischievous emprize :
Lend me thy clarion, Goddess! let me try
To sound the praise of merit ere it dies;
Such as 1 oft have chanced to espy,
Lost in the dreary shades of dull obscurity.
Inev'ryvillage, mark'd with little spire, [fame,
#. in trees, and |... to
There dwells, in lowly shade and mean attire,
• A matron old, whom we School-mistress
name ; -
Who boasts unruly brats with birch to tame:
They grievensore, in piteous durance pent,
Aw'd by the pow'r of this relentless dame,
Andost-times, on vagaries idly bent,[shent.
For unkempt hair, or task unconn'd, are sorely
And all in sight doth rise a birchin tree,
Which Learning nearherlittledorne did stow,
Whilome a twig of small regard to see,
Tho' now so wide its waving branches flow,
And work the simple vassals mickle woe,
For not a wind might curl the leaves that
blew; [low ;
But their limbs shudder'd, and their pulse beat
And, as they look'd, they found their horror
- grew,
And shap'd it into rods, and tingled at the view.
So have I seen (who has not, may conceive)
A lifeless phantom near a garden plac'd;
So doth it wanton birds of peace bereave,
Of sport, of song, of pleasure, of repast :
They start, they stare, they wheel, they look

aghast : Sad servitude : Such comfortless annoy May no bold Briton's riper age e'er tastel - N. superstition clog his dance of joy, Nevision empty, vain, his native bliss destroy Near to this dome is found a patch so green, On which the tribe their gambols do display; And at the door impris'ning board is seen, Lestweakly wightsofsmallersizeshouldstray, Eoor, perdie, to bask in sunny day! [sound, . The noises intermix'd, which thence reDo Learning's little tenement betray; Where sits the dame, disguis'd in look profound around. And eyes her Fairy throng, and turns her wheel Her cap, far whiter than the driven snow, Fmblem right meet of decency does yield; - *::::::::: in grain, as blue, I trowe, * As is the haie-bell that adorns the field : And in her hand, for sceptre, she does wield ... Tway birchinsplays, with anxious fear entwin'd,

With dark distrust, and sad repentance fill'd, Andstedfast hate, and sharp affliction join'd, And fury uncontrol'd, and chastisement unkind. Few but have kenn'd, in senblance meet pourtray'd, The childish faces of old HEol's train, Libs, Notus, Auster": these in frowns array'd. How then would farconearth,orsky,ormáin, Were the stern God to give his slaves the rein 2 And were not she rebellious breasts to quell. And were not she her statutes to maintain, The cot no more, I ween, wcredeem'd the cell Where comely peace of iniud and decent order dwell. A russet stole was o'er her shoulders thrown; A russet kirtle fenc'd the nipping air; "Twas simple russet, but it was her own, 'Twasherowu countrybred the flock so fair; "Twas her own labor did the fleece prepare, And, sooth to say, her pupils, rans'd around, Thro’ pious awe did term it passing rare; For they in gaping wonderment abound, And think, no doubt, she been the greatestwight on ground. Albeit, ne flattery did corrupt her truth; Nepompous title did debauch her ear ; Goody, good-woman, gossip, n'aunt, forsooth, Ordaine, the sole additions she did hear ; Yet these she challeng'd, these she held right dear: - - Newquld esteem him act as mought behove, Who should not honor'd eld with . revere; For never title yet so mean could prove, But there was ekea mind which did that title love. One autichthen she took delight to feed, The plodding pattern of the busy daine, Which ever and anou, impell'd by need, Intoherschool, begirt with chickens, came; Such favor did her past deportment claim: And if neglect had lavish'd on the ground Fragment of bread, she would collect the same, For well she new, and quaintly cold exJund. - What sin it were to waste the smallest crtithb she found.

Herbs too she knew, and well of cach could speak, - r That in her garden sipp'd the silv'ry dew, Where no vain flow'r disclos'd a gaudy streak. But herbs for use and physic not a few, Of grey renown, within those borders grew ; The tufted basil, pun-provoking thyme, Fresh bann, and marygold of cheerful hue, The lowly gill, that never dares to climb, And more I fian would sing, disdaining here to rhyttie. Yet euphrosy may not be left unsung, Thatgivesdimeyes to wanderleague, around; And pungent radish, biting infant's tongue ..., And plaintain ribb'd, that heals the rearet's

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And marj'ramsweet, inshepherds' posie found;
And lavender, whose spikes of azure bloom
Simall be, erewhile, in arid bundles bound.
To lurk amidst the labors of her loom, -
And crown her 'kerchiefs clean with mickle rare
perfume. [crown'd
And here trim rosematine, that whilon,
The dainliest garden of the proudest ro,
Ere, driven from its envied site, it found
. A sacred shelter for its branches here,
Where edg'd with gold its glitt'ring skirts
O wassel days! O customs meet and well!
Ere this was banish'd from its lofty !".
Simplicity then sought this humble cell,
Nor ever would she more with thane and lord-
ling dwell.
Here of the dame, on Sabbath's decent eve,
Hymned such psalms as Steenhold forth
- did mete.
* If winter 'twere she to her hearth did cleave:
But in her garden found a summer seat :
Sweet melody to hear her then repeat
How Israel's sons, beneath a foreign king,
While taunting foe-men did a song entreat,
All for the nonce untuning every string,
Uphung their useless lyres—small heart had
- they to sing. -
For she was just, and friend to virtuous lore,
And pass'd much time in truly virtuous deed;
And in those elfins' ears would oft deplore
The times when Truth by Popish rage did
And tortious Death was true Devotion's meed;
And simple Faith in iron chains did mourn,
That .on wooden image !. her creed;
And lawny saints in sinould'ring flames did
burn: [return.
Ah! dearest Lord! forefendthilk days should e'er
In elbow chair, like that of Scottish stem,
By the sharp tooth of cank ring Eld defac'd,
In which, when he receives his diadena,
Our sov’reign prince andliefestliege is plac'd,
The matron fate: and some with rank she

grac'd, The source of children's and of courtier's ride! [pass'd)

Redress'd affronts (for vile affronts there And warn'd them not the fretful to deride, But love each other dear, whatever them betide. Right well she knew each temper to descry, To thwart the proud, and the submisstoraise; Some with vile copper prize exalt on high, Andsomeentice with pittance small of praise; And other some with baleful sprig she 'frays; Een absent, she the reins of pow'rdoth hold, While with quaint arts the giddy crowd she

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Lo! now with state she utters the command!
Essoons the urchins to their tasks repair;
Their books of stature small, they take inhand,
Which with pellucid horn secured are,
To save from finger wet the letters fair.
The word so gay that on their back is seen
St. George's high achievements does declare,
On which thilk wight that hasygazingbern,
Kens the forth-coming rod 3 unpleasing sight, I
ween 1
Ah! luckless he, and born beneath the beam
Of evil star! it irks me whilst I write!
As erst the bard” by Mulla's silver stream,
Oft as he told of deadly dolorous plight,
Sigh'd as he sung, and did in tears indie;
For, brandishing the rod, she dothbegin
To * o brogues, the stripling's late de-
ight !
And do they drop; appears his dainty skin,
Fair as the furry coat of whitest ermilin.
O. ruthful scene when from a nook obsute
His little sister doth his perilsee:
All playful as she sate, she grows demure,
She finds full soon her wonted spirits flee;
Sine meditates a pray’r to set him free:
Nor gentle pardon could this dame deny
(If gentle pardon could with dames agree)
To her sad grief that swells in either eye,
And wrings her so, that all for pity she could die.
No longer can she now her shrieks command,
And hardly she forbears, thro' awful fear,
To rushen forth, and,with presumptuotshaud,
To stay harsh justice in its mid career.
On thee she calls, on thee, her parent dear!
(Ah! too remote to ward the shameful blow.)
She sees no kind domestic visage near,
And soon a flood of tears begins to flow,
And gives a loose at last to unavailing woe.
Butah! what penhispiteous plight may trace?
Or what device his loudlaments explain:
The form uncouth of his disguised face?
The pallid hue that dyes his looks amain?
Theplenteous show'rthatdoeshischeekdistain?
When he in abject wise implores the dame,
Ne hopeth aught of sweet reprieve to gain;
Or when from high she levels well her aim,
And, thro' the thatch, his cries each falling
stroke proclaim.
The other tribe, aghast with sore dismo.
Attend, and conntheir tasks withinicklecast,
By turns, astenied, ev'ry twig survey,
And from their fellows hateful wounds be:
Knowing, Iwist, how each the same may share;
Till fear has taught them a performance
meet, -
And to the well-known chest the dame repair,
Wheace of with sugar'd cates she doth

Forewarin'd, iflittlebird their pranksbehold, 'em greet, -- ...! "Twill whisper in her ear, and all the scene un- |And gingerbready-rare; now, certes, doubly fold, w - sweet ! -- • Spenser. . . . *

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