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My horrours end”-then madly would have plung'd of love and care, as ancient rites ordain,
The hand of Time with twenty winters' snow
Had shower'd; and to whose intellectual eye Seiz'd sudden: then perusing with strict eye, Futurity, behind her cloudy veil, And beating heart, Amyntor's blooming form; Stands in fair light disclos'd. Him, after pause, Nor from his air or feature gathering aaght Aurelius drew apart, and in his care To wake remembrance, thus at length bespoke, Amyntor plac'd; to lodge bim and secure;
“ () dire attempt! Whoe'er thou art, yet stay To save him from himself, as one, with grief The hand self-violent; nor thus to guilt,
Tempestuous, and with rage, distemper'd deep. li guilt is thine, accumulating add
This done, nor waiting for reply, alone A (T me that Nature shrinks from, and to which He sought the vale, and his calm cottage gain'd. Heaven ha indulg'd no mercy. Sovereign Judge! Shall man first violate the law divine, That plac'd him bere dependent on thy nod, Ris gu'd, unmurmuring, to await his hour
CANTO III. Of fair dismission hence; shall man do this, Then dare hy presence, rush into thy sight, Where Kilda's southern hills their summit lift Red with the sin, and recent froin the stain, With triple fork to Heaven, the mounted Sun Of unrepented blood ? Call home thy sense ; Full, from the midmost, shot in dazzling stream know what thou art, and own his hand most just, Ilis noon-tide ray. And now, in lowing train, Rewarding or afflicting-But say ou.
Were seen slow-pacing westward o'er the vale My soul, yet trembling at thy frantic deed, The milky mothers, foot pursuing foot, Recalls thy words, recalls their dire import : And nodding as they move; their oozy meal, They urge me on; they bid me ask no more- The bitter healthful herbage of the shore, What would I ask? My Theodora's fate,
Around its rocks to graze 4: for, strange to tell! Ah me! is known too plain. Have I then sinn'd, The hour of ebb, though ever varying found, Good Heaven! beyond all grace_But shall I blame As yon pale planet wheels from day to day His rage of grief, and in myself admit
Her course inconstant, their sure instinct feels, Its wild excess? Heaven gave her to my wish; Intelligent of times; by Heaven's own hand, That gift Heaven bas resum'd: righteous in both, To all its creatures equal in its care, For both his providence be ever blest!”
Unerring mov’d. These signs observ'd, that guide By shame repress’d, with rising wonder fillid, To labour and repose a simple race, Amyntor, slow recovering into thought,
These native signs to due repast at noon, Snbmiss ve on his knee, the good man's hand Frugal and plain, had warn'd the temperate isie: Grasp'd close, and bore with ardour to his lips. All but Aurelius. He, unhappy man, Hs ere, where fear, confusion, reverence spoke, By Nature's voice solicited in vain, Through swelling tears, what language cannot t:11, Nor hour observd, nor due repast partook. Now rose to meet, now shunnid the hermit's glance, The child no more! the mother's fate untold ! Shot awful at him: till, the various swell
Both in black prospect rising to his eye-Of passion ebbing, thus he faultering spoke: 'Twas anguish there; 'twas here distracting doubt! " What hast thou done? why sav'd a wretch | Yet, after long and painful conflict borne, unknown?
Where Nature, Reason, oft the doubtful scale Whom kpowing ev’n thy goodness must abhor. Inclin'd alternate, summoning each aid! Mistaken man! the honour of thy name,
That Virtue lends, and o'er each thought infirm Thy love, truth, duty, all must be my foes. Superior rising, in the might of him, I am-Aurelius! turn that look aside,
Whostrength from weakness, as from darkness liglit, That brow of terrour, while this wretch can say, Omnipotent can draw; again resign'd, Abhorrent say, he is-Forgive me, Heaven! Again he sacrific'd, to Heaven's high will, Forgive me, Virtue! if I would renounce
Each soothing weakness of a parent's breast; Whom Nature bids me reverence--by her bond, The sigh soft memory prompts; the tender tear, Rolando's son: by your more sacred ties,
That, streaming o'er an object lov'd and lost, As to his crimes, an alien to his blood;
With mournful tragic tortures and delights, For crimes like his—"
Relieves us, while its sweet oppression loads, “ Rolando's son? Just Heaven! And, by admitting, blunts the sting of woe. Ha! here? and in my power? A war of thoughts,
As Reason thus the mental storin seren'd, All terrible arising, shakes my frame
And through the darkness shot her sun-bright ray With doubtful conflict. By one stroke to reach That strengthens while it cheers; behold from far The father's heart, though seas are spread between, Amyntor slow approaching ! on his front, Were great revenge! - Away: revenge? on whom? Alas! on my own soul; by rage betray'd
4 The cows often feed on the alga marina: and Er'o to the crime my reason most condemns they can distinguish exactly the tide of ebb from In him who ruin'd me.” Deep-mov'd he spoke; the tide of food; though, at the same time, they And his own poniard o'er the prostrate youth are not within view of the shore. When the tide Suspended held. But, as the welcome blow, has ebbed about two hours, then they steer their With arms display'd, Ainyntor seemn'd to court, course directly to the nearest shore, in their usual Behold, in sudden confluence gathering round order, one after another. I had occasion to make The natives stood; whom kindness hither drew, this observation thirteen times in one week. Mar. The man unknown, with each relieving aid tin's Western Isles of Scotland, p. 156.
O'er each sunk feature sorrow had diffus'd By tears adorn'd, intender'd by distress.
O sweetness without name! when Love looks on
With Pity's melting eye, that to the soul
Endears, ennobles her, whom Fate afflicts,
With patient ear, with calm attention, mark By self-regard, or thought of due return,
The breast expanding, all its powers exalt On either hand, her equal balance weigh,
To emulate what reason best conceives
Of love celestial; whose prevenient aid
When the lone heart with anguish inly bleeds,
“ By this plain courtship of the honest heart
Would oft admit; would oft endearing crown
To mutual love. O fortune's fairest hour ! Train'd on to holy mischief. Scene abhorr'd ! O seen, but not enjoy'd, just hail'd and lost Fell Cruelty let loose in Mercy's name:
It's flattering brightness! Theodora's form, Intolerance, while o'er the free-born mind
Event unfear'd! had caught Rolando's eye: Her heaviest chains were cast, her iron scourge And Love, if wild Desire, of Fancy boru, Severest bung, yet daring to appeal
By furious passions nurs'd, that sacred name That Power whose law is meekness; and, for deeds Profanes not, Love his stubborn breast dissolu'd That outrage Heaven, belying Heaven's command. To transient goodness. But my thought shrinks back,
“ Flexile of will, misjudging, though sincere, Reluctant to proceed : and filial awe, Rolando caught the spread infection, plung'd With pious hand, would o'er a parent's crime Implicit into guilt, and headlong urg'd
The veil of silence and oblivious night His course unjust to violence and rage.
Permitted throw. His impious suit repellid, Unmanly rage! when nor the charm divine Aw'd from her eye, and from her lip severe Of beauty, nor the matron's sacred age,
Dash'd with indignant scorn; each harbour'd thought Secure from wrongs, could innocence secure,
Of soft emotion or of social sense,
Deserves repulse; he who, by slave-like arts,
When next we meet, our mutual blush to spare,
“ But how proceed, Aurelius? in what sounds Shall be my care. This threat, by brutal scorn Of gracious cadence, of assuasive power,
Keen'd and embitter'd, terrible to both,
To one prov'd fatal. Silent-wasting grief,
The mortal worm that on Emilia's frame
Its poison spread, and kill'd their vital growth.
Sickening, she sunk beneath this double weight
Aurelius, O most injur'd of mankind!
She is no more"
O Providence severe!"
Aurelius smote his breast, and groaning cry'd;
But curb'd a second groan, repell’d the voice
“O Theodora! who thy world of charms, In justice awful, lowly bending his,
Escap'd his lips. “What! shall we, from Heaven's
With life receiving happiness, our share [grace
Of ill refuse? And are afflictions aught
But were they ills indeed; can fond complaint
Arrest the wing of Time? Can grief command My fatal love on her devoted head
Drew down-it must be so ! the judgment due
For storms more fierce? for pains of sharper sting ? To light and life restore? Blest pair, farewell ! And years of death to come?"-Nor further voice, Yet, yet a few short days of erring grief,
Nor Aowing tear his high-wrought grief supply'd: Of human fondness sighing in the breast,
With arms outspread, with eyes in hopeless gaze And sorrow is no more. Now, gentle youth, To Heaven uplifted, motionless and mute And let me call thee son, (for O that name He stood, the mournful semblance of Despair. Thy faith, thy friendship, thy true portion borne The lamp of day, though from mid-noon declin'd, Of pains for me, too sadly have deservod)
Still flaming with full ardour, shot on Earth On with thy tale. 'Tis mine, when Heaven amicts, Oppressive brightness round; till in soft steam To hearken and adore.” The patient man From Ocean's bosom his light vapour's drawn, Thus spoke: Amyntor thus bis story clos’d. With grateful intervention o'er the sky
“As, dumb with anguish, round the bed of death Their veil diffusive spread; the scene abroad Weeping we knelt, to mine she faintly rais'd Soft-shadowing, vale aud plain, and dazzling hill. Her closing eyes; then fixing, in cold gaze, Aurelius, with his guest, the western cliff On Theodora's face--- O save my child!'
Ascending slow, beneath its marble roof, She said; and, shrinking from her pillow, slept From whence in double stream a lucid source Without a groan, a pang.
In hallow'd earth Rolld sounding forth, and, where with dewy wing I saw her shrouded; bade eternal peace
Fresh breezes play'd, sought refuge and repose, Her shade receive, and, with the truest tears Till cooler hours arise. The subject isle Affection ever wept, her dust bedew'd.
Her village-capital, where health and peace “ What then remainid for honour or for love? Are tutelary gods; her small domain What, but that scene of violence to fly,
Of arable and pasture, vein'd with streams With guilt profan'd, and terrible with death, That branching bear refreshful moisture on Rolando's fatal roof. Late at the hour,
To field and mead; her straw-roof'd temple rude,
The human race are sons of sorrow born.
Of pain and grief, from sire to son deriv’d, With sacred terrour, which the time, the place, All have their mournful portion; all must bear Pourd on us, sadly-solemn, I too bent
Th' impos'd condition of their mortal state, My trembling knee, and lock'd in ber's my hand Vicissitude of suffering. Cast thine eye Across her parent's grave. “By this dread scene! Where yonder vale, Amyntor, sloping spreads By night's pale regent! By yon glorious train Full to the noon-tide beam its primrose-lap, Of ever-moving fires that round her burn!
From hence due east.” Amyntor look'd, and saw, By Death's dark empire! by the sheeted dust Not without wonder at a sight so strange, That once was man, now mouldering here below! Where thrice three females, earnest each and arm’d But chief by her's, at whose nocturnal tomb, With rural instruments, the soil prepard Reverent we kneel! and by her nobler part, For future harvest. These the trenchant spade, Th' unbody'd spirit, hovering near, perhaps, To turn the mould and break th' adhesive clods, As witness to our vows! por time, nor chance, Employ'd assiduous. Those, with equal pact, Nor aught but Death's inevitable hand,
And arm alternate, strew'd its fresh lap white Shall e'er divide our loves.'-I led her thence: With fruitful Ceres: while, in train behind, To where, safe-station'd in a secret bay,
Three more th' encumbent barrow heavy on Rough of descent, and brown with pendent pines O'er-labour'd drew, and clos'd the toilsome task. That murmur'd to the gale, our bark was moor’d. “ Behold!” Aurelius thus his speech renew'd, We sail'd-But, O my father; can I speak “ From that soft sex, too delicately fram'd What yet remains ? yon occan black with storm! For toils like these, the task of rougher man, Its useless sails rent from the groaning pine! What yet necessity demands severe. The speechless crew aghast! and that lost fair! Twelve suns have purpled these encircling hills Still, still I see her! feel her heart pant thick ! With orient beams, as many nights along And hear her voice, in ardent vows to Heaven Their dewy summits drawn th' alternate veil For me alone preferr'd; as on my arm,
Of darkness, since, in unpropitious hour, Expiring, sipking with her fears she hung ! The husbands of those widow'd mates, who now I kiss'd her pale cold cheek! with tears adjur'd, For both must labour, lanch’d, in quest of food, And won at last, with sums of proffer'd gold, Their island-skiff adventurous on the deep. The boldest mariners, this precious charge Them, while the sweeping net secure they plung'd Instant to save; and, in the skiff' secur'd,
The finny race to snare, whose foodful shoals Their oars across the foamy flood to ply
Each creek and bay innumerable crowd, With unremitting arm. I then prepard
As annual on from shore to shore they move To follow her_That moment, from the deck, In watry caravan; them, thus intent, A sea swell'd o'er, and plungd me in the gulf. Dark from the south a gust of furious wing, Nor me alone : its broad and billowing sweep Up-springing, drove to sea, and left in tears Must have involv'd her too. Mysterious Heaven! This little world of brothers and of friends! VOL. XIV.
But when, at evening hour, disjointed planks, Pale and of piteous look, a pensive maid;
Or plung'd in grief profound—“Oh, all ye powers
[shore, Runs chill: my feet are rooted here--and see! Through these boarse rocks, on this resounding To mock my hopes, it wears her gracious form. At morn was heard : at midnight too were seen, The spirits who this ocean waste and wild Disconsolate on each chill mountain's height, Still hover round, or walk these isles unseen, The mourners spread, exploring land and sea Presenting oft in pictur'd vision strange With eager gaze-till from yon lesser isle, The dead or absent, have on yon shape adorn’d, Yon round of moss-clad hills, Borera nam'd- So like my love, of unsubstantial air, Pull north, behold! above the soaring lark, Embody'd featur'd it with all her charms Its dizzy cliffs aspire, hung round and white And lo! behold! its eyes are fix'd on mine With curling mists—at last from yon boar hills, With gazet ransported-Ha! sh efaints, she falls !" Inflaming the brown air with sudden blaze, He ran, he few: his clasping arms receiv'd And ruddy undulation, thrice three fires,
Her sinking weight—“ ( earth, and air, and sea! Like meteors waving in a moonless sky,
'Tis she! 'tis Theodora ! Power divine, Our eyes, yet unbelieving, saw distinct,
Whose goodness knows no bounds, thy hand is here, Successive kindled, and from night to night Omnipotent in mercy !” As he spoke, Renew'd continuous. Joy, with wild excess, Adown his cheek, through shivering joy and doubt, Took ber gay turn to reign; and Nature now The tear fast-falling stream'd. “My love! my life! From rapture wept: yet ever and anon
Soul of my wishes ! sav'd beyond all faith! By sad conjecture damp'd, and anxious thought Return to life and me. O Ay, my friends, How from yon rocky prison to release
Fly, and from yon translucent fountain bring Whom the deep sea immoures (their only boat The living stream. Thou dearer to my soul Destroy'd) and whom th' inevitable siege
Than all the sumless wealth this sea entombs, Of hunger must assault. But hope sustains My Theodora, yet awake: 'tis I, The human heart: and now their faithful wives, 'Tis poor Amyntor calls thee!” At that name, With love-taught skill and vigour not their own, That potent name, her spirit from the verge On yonder field th' autumnal year prepare " Of death recall'd, she trembling rais'd her eyes;
Amyntor, who the tale distressful heard Trembling, his neck with eager grasp entwin'd, With sympathizing sorrow, on himself,
And murmur'd out his name: then suuk again; On his severer fate, now pondering deep,
Then swoon'd upon his bosom, through excess Wrapt by sad thought the hill unheeding left, Of bliss unhop'd, too mighty for her frame. And reach'd, with swerving step, the distant strand. The rose-bud thus, that to the beam serene Above, around, in cloudy circles wheeld,
Of morning glad unfolds her tender charms, Or sailing level on the polar gale
Shrinks and expires beneath the noon-day blaze. That cool with evening rose, a thousand wings, Moments of dread suspense—but soon to cease! The summer-nations of these pregnant cliffs, For now, while on her face these men unknown Play'd sportive round, and to the Sun outspread The stream, with cool aspersion, busy cast, Their various plumage; or in wild notes hail'd His eyes beheld, with wonder and amaze, His parent-beam, that animates and cheers Beheld in them-his friends! th' adventurous few, All living kinds. He, glorious from amidst Who bore her to the skiff'! whose daring skill A pomp of golden clouds, th’ Atlantic flood Had sav'd her from the deep! As, o'er her cheek, Beheld oblique, and o'er its azure breast
Rekindling life, like morn, its light diffus'd Wav'd one unbounded blush: a scene to strike In dawning purple; from their lips he learn'd, Both ear and eye with wonder and delight ! How to yon isle, yon round of moss-clad hills, But, lost to outward sense, Amyntor pass'd Borea nam'd, before the tempest borne, Regardless on, through other walks convey'd These islanders, thrice three, then prison'd there, Of baleful prospect, which pale Fancy rais'd (So Heaven ordain'd) with utmost peril run, Incessant to herself, and sabled o'er
With toil invincible, from shelve and rock With darkest night, meet region for despair! Their boat preserv'd, and to this happy coast Till northward, where the rock its sea-wash'd base Its prow directed safe—He heard no more: Projects athwart and shuts the bounded scene, The rest already known, bis every sense, Rounding its point, he rais'd his eyes and saw, His full collected soul, on her alone At distance saw, descending on the shore,
Was fix'd, was hung enraptur'd, while these sounds, Forth from their anchor'd boat, of men unknown This voice, as of an angel, pierc'd his ear. A double band, who by their gestures strange “ Amyntor! O my life's recover'd pe! There fix'd with wondering: for at once they knelt My soul's despair and rapture !—can this be? With hands upheld; at once, to Heavin, as seem'd, Am I on earth ? and do these arms indeed One general hymn pour'd forth of vocal praise. Thy real form enfold ? Thou dreadful deep! Then, slowly rising, forward mov'd their steps: Ye shores unknown ! ye wild impending bills ! Slow as they mov'd, behold! amid the train, Dare I yet trust my sense?-0 yes, 'tis he! On either side supported, onward came
'Tis he himself! My eyes, my bounding heart, I The author who relates this story adds, that Vide Martin's Description of the Western Isle of the produce of grain that season was the most Scotland, p. 286. plentiful they had seen for many years before.!
Confess their living lord! What shall I say? With tempest delug'd, or with flame devour'd
A floating forest, stretch'd from shore to shore ! The swell of joy, most fatal where its force See! with spread wings Britannia's genius flies Is felt most exquisite, a timely vent
Before his prow; commands the speeding gales Now found, and broke in tender dews away To waft him on; and, o'er the hero's head, Of heart-relieving tears. As o'er its charge, Inwreath'd with olive bears the laurel-crown, With sheltering wing, solicitously good,
Blest emblem, peace with liberty restord! The guardian-genius hovers, so the youth,
And hark! from either strand, which nations hide, On her lov'd face, assiduous and alarm’d,
To welcome-in true freedom's day renew'd In silent fondness dwelt: while all his soul, What thunders of acclaim ! Aurelius, man With trembling tenderness of hope and fear By Heaven belov'd, thou too that sacred sun Pleasingly pain’d, was all employd for ber; Shalt live to hail; shalt warm thee in his shine! The rouz'd emotions warring in her breast, |'I see thee on the flowery lap diffus'd Attempering, to compose, and gradual fit
Of thy lov'd vale, amid a smiling race For further joy her impressive frame.
From this blest pair to spring: whom equal faith, “ O happy ! though as yet thou know'st not half And equal fondness, in soft league shall hold The bliss that waits thee! but, thou gentle mind, From youth to reverend age; the calmer hours Whose sigh is pity, and whose smile is love, Of thy last day to sweeten and adorn; For all who joy or sorrow, arm thy breast
Through life thy comfort, and in death thy crown." With that best temperance, which from fond excess, When rapture lifts to dangerous height its powers, Reflective guards. Know then-and let calm thought On wonder wait-safe refug'd in this isle, Thy godlike father lives! and lo—but curb, Repress the transport that o'erheaves thy heart;
DUKE OF MARLBOROUGH'. 'Tis he-look yonder-he, whose reverend steps The mountain's side descend !-Abrupt from his Your grace has given leave, that these few poems Her band she drew; and, as on wings upborne, should appear in the world under the patronage of Shot o'er the space between. He saw, he knew, your name. But this leave would have been reAstonish'd knew, before him, on her knee,
fused, I know, had you expected to find your own His Theodora! To his arms he rais'd
praises, however just, in any part of the present The lost lov'd fair, and in his bosom press'd. address. I do not say it, my lord, in the style of “ My father!”—“O my child!" at once they cry'd: compliment. Genuine modesty, the companion Nor more. The rest ecstatic silence spoke, and the grace of true merit, may be surely disAnd Nature from her inmost seat of sense
tinguished from the affectation of it: as surely as Beyond all utterance mov'd. On this blest scene, the native glowing of a fine complexion from that Wbere emulous in either bosom strove
artificial colouring, which is used, in vain, to supAdoring gratitude, earth, ocean, air,
ply what Nature had denied, or has resumed. Around with softening aspect seem'd to smile; Yet, permit me just to hint, my lord, while I reAnd Heaven, approving, look'd delighted down. strain my pen from all enlargement, that if the
Nor theirs alone this blissful hour: the joy, fairest public character must be raised upon priWith instant flow, from shore to shore along vate virtue, as surely it must, your grace has laid Diffusive ran; and all th’exulting isle
already the securest foundation of the former, in About the new-arriv'd was pour'd abroad,
the latter. The eyes of mankind are therefore To hope long lost, by miracle regain'd!
turned upon you : and, from what you are known In each plain bosom Love and Nature wept : to have done, in one way, they reasonably look for While each a sire, a husband, or a friend,
whatever can be expected from a great and good Embracing held and kiss'd.
man, in the other. Now, while the song, The author of these lighter amusements hopes The choral hymn, in wildly-warbled notes,
soon to present your grace with something more What Nature dictates when the full heart prompts, solid, more deserving your attention, in the life of Best harmony, they, grateful souls, effus'd the first duke of Marlborough? Aloud to Heaven ; Montano, reverend seer,
You will then see, that superior talents for war (Whose eye prophetic far through Time's abyss have been, though they rarely are, accompanied Could shoot its beam, and there the births of Fate, with equal abilities for negotiation : and that the Yet immature and in their causes hid,
same extensive capacity, which could guide all the Illumin'd see) a space abstracted stood:
tumultuous scenes of the camp, knew how to diHis frame with shivery borrour stirr'd, his eyes rect, with equal skill, the calmer but more perProm outward vision held, and all the man plexing operations of the cabinet. Entranc'd in wonder at th’ unfolding scene, On fluid air, as in a mirror seen,
" This dedication was prefixed by the author And glowing radiant, to his mental sight.
to a small collection of his poems, published in "They fly!” he cry'd, “they melt in air away, 1672. N. The clouds that long fair Albion's Heaven o'ercast ! • A work which has not yet appeared. N.