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Then each, according to the rank they Sad chance of war! now destitute of bore;

aid, For sylphs, yet mindful of their ancient Falls undistinguish'd by the victor race,

spade! Are, as when women, wondrous fond of Thus far both armies to Belinda place.

yield; Behold, four Kings in majesty rever'd, Now to the baron fate inclines the field. With hoary whiskers and a forky beard; His warlike amazon her host invades, And four fair Queens whose hands sus- Th' imperial consort of the crown of tain a flower,

Spades. Th’ expressive emblem of their softer The Club's black tyrant first her victim power;

died, Four knaves in garbs succinct, a trusty Spite of his haughty mien, and bar, band,

barous pride: Caps on their heads, and halberts in What boots the regal circle on his head, their hand;

His giant limbs, in state unwieldy And particolor'd troops, a shining train, spread; Draw forth to combat on the velvet That long behind he trails his pompous plain.

robe, The skilful nymph reviews her force And, of all monarchs, only grasps the with care :

globe? Let Spades be trumps! she said, and The Baron now his Diamonds pours trumps they were.

apace; Now move to war her sable mata- Th’ embroider'd King who shows but dores,

half his face, In show like leaders of the swarthy And his refulgent Queen, with powers moors.

combin'd Spadillio first, unconquerable lord ! Of broken troops an easy conquest find. Led off two captive trumps, and swept | Clubs, Diamonds, Hearts, in wild dis

the board. As many more Manillio forc'd to yield, With throngs promiscuous strow the And march'd a victor from the verdant field.

Thus when dispers’d a routed army Him Basto follow'd, but his fate more runs, hard

Of Asia's troops, and Afric's sable sons, Gain'd but one trump and one plebeian With like confusion different nations card.

fly, With his broad sabre next, a chief in Of various habit, and of various dye, years,

The pierc'd battalions disunited fall, The hoary majesty of Spades appears, In heaps on heaps; one fate o’erwhelnis Puts forth one manly leg, to sight re- them all. veald,

The Knave of Diamonds tries his The rest, his many-color'd robe con- wily arts, ceal'd.

And wins (oh shameful chance !) the The rebel Knave, who dares his prince Queen of Hearts. engage,

At this the blood the virgin's cheek forProves the just victim of his royal sook, rage.

A livid paleness spreads o'er all her Ev'n mighty Pam, that kings and queens look; o'erthrew,

She sees, and trembles at th' approach. And mow'd down armies in the fights ing ill, of Lu,

Just in the jaws of ruin, and Codille.

order seen,

level green.

unseen

ace.

case:

And now (as oft in some distemper'd Fear the just gods, and think of Scylla's state)

fate! On one nice trick depends the gen’ral Chang'd to a bird, and sent to fit in air, fate.

She dearly pays for Nisus' injur'd hair! An Ace of Hearts steps forth: the King But when to mischief mortals bend

their will, Lurk'd in her hand, and mourn'd his How soon they find fit instruments of captive queen :

ill! He springs to vengeance with an eager Just then, Clarissa drew with tempting pace,

grace And falls like thunder on the prostrate A two-edg'd weapon from her shining The nymph exulting fills with shouts So ladies in romance assist their knight, the sky;

Present the spear, and arm him for the The walls, the woods, and long canals fight. reply.

He takes the gift with rey'rence, and Oh thoughtless mortals ! ever blind extends to fate,

The little engine on his fingers' ends; Too soon dejected, and too soon elate. This just behind Belinda's neck he Sudden, these honors shall be snatch'd spread, away,

As o’er the fragrant steams she bends And curs’d for ever this victorious day. her head. For lo! the board with cups and Swift to the lock a thousand sprites respoons is crown'd,

pair, The berries crackle, and the mill turns A thousand wings, by turns, blow back round;

the hair; On shining altars of Japan they raise And thrice they twitch'd the diamond The silver lamp; the fiery spirits blaze: From silver spouts the grateful liquors Thrice she look'd back, and thrice the glide,

foe drew near. While China's earth receives the smok- Just in that instant, anxious Ariel ing tide:

sought At once they gratify their scent and taste, The close recesses of the virgin's And frequent cups prolong the rich thought; repast.

As on the nosegay in her breast reStraight hover round the fair her airy clin'd, band;

He watch'd th' ideas rising in her Some, as she sipp'd, the fuming liquor mind, fann'd,

Sudden he view'd, in spite of all her art, Some o'er her lap their careful plumes An earthly lover lurking at her heart. display'd,

Amazd, confus'd, he found his pow'r Trembling, and conscious of the rich expir'd, brocade.

Resign'd to fate, and with a sigh retir'd. Coffee, (which makes the politician The peer now spreads the glittring se,

forfex wide, And see thro' all things with his half- T'enclose the lock; now joins it, to shut eyes)

divide. Sent up in vapors to the Baron's brain Ev'n then, before the fatal engine New stratagems, the radiant lock to clos'd, gain.

A wretched sylph too fondly interpos'd; Ah cease, rash youth! desist ere 'tis too Fate urg'd the shears, and cut the sylph late,

in twain,

in her ear;

(But airy substance soon unites again) The meeting points the sacred hair dis

sever

her eyes,

From the fair head, for ever, and for

ever! Then flash'd the living lightning from And screams of horror rend th' af

frighted skies. Not louder shrieks to pitying heaven

are cast, When husbands, or when lapdogs,

breathe their last; Or when rich China vessels fall’n from

high, In glitt'ring dust and painted fragments

lie! Let wreathes of triumph now my

temples twine, (The victor cried) the glorious prize is

mine! While fish in streams, or birds delight

in air, Or in a coach and six the British

fair, As long as Atalantis shall be read, Or the small pillow grace a lady's

bed, While visits shall be paid on solemn

days, When num'rous wax-lights in bright

order blaze, While nymphs take treats, or assignaSo long my honor, name, and praise

shall live! What time would spare, from steel re

ceives its date, And monuments, like men, submit to

fate! Steel could the labor of the gods de.

stroy, And strike to dust th' imperial tow'rs of

Troy; Steel could the works of mortal pride

confound, And hew triumphal arches to the

ground. What wonder then, fair nymph! thy

hairs should feel, The conqu’ring force of unresisted

steel?

FROM THE ILIAD. BOOK

VIII. THE troops exulting sat in order

round, And beaning fires illumin'd all the

ground. As when the moon, refulgent lamp of

night! O'er heaven's clear azure spreads her

sacred light, When not a breath disturbs the deep

serene, And not a cloud o'ercasts the solemn

scene; Around her throne the vivid planets roll, And stars unnumber'd gild the glowing

pole, O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure

shed, And tip with silverevery mountain'shead; Then shine the vales, the rocks in pros

pect rise, A flood of glory bursts from all the

skies : The conscious swains, rejoicing in the

sight, Eye the blue vault, and bless the useful

light. So many flames before proud Ilion blaze, And lighten glimmering Xanthus with

their rays:

tions give,

The long reflections of the distant fires Gleam on the walls, and tremble on the

spires. A thousand piles the dusky horrors gild, And shoot a shady lustre o'er the field. Full fifty guards each flaming pile at

tend, Whose umber'd arms, by fits, thick

flashes send. Loud neigh the coursers o'er their heaps

of corn,

And ardent warriors wait the rising

morn.

ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF AN

UNFORTUNATE LADY.

What beck’ning ghost, along the moon

light shade,

ing say

can

an age,

tear

Invites my steps, and points to yonder | Thus, if Eternal justice rules the ball, glade?

Thus shall your wives, and thus your 'Tis she! - but why that bleeding bosom children fall : gor'd?

On all the line a sudden vengeance Why dimly gleams the visionary sword ? waits, O, ever beauteous ! ever friendly! tell, And frequent hearses shall besiege your Is it in Heav'n a crime to love too well? gates : To bear too tender, or too firm a heart, There passengers shall stand, and pointTo act a Lover's or a Roman's part? Is there no bright reversion in the sky, (While the long fun'rals blacken all the For those who greatly think or bravely way), die?

Lo! these were they, whose souls the Why bade ye else, ye pow'rs! her Furies steel’d, soul aspire

And curs’d with hearts unknowing how Above the vulgar flight of low desire ? to yield. Ambition first sprung from your blest Thus unlamented pass the proud away, abodes,

The gaze of fools, and pageant of a day! The glorious fault of angels and of gods: So perish all, whose breast ne'er learn'd Thence to their images on earth it flows, to glow And in the breasts of kings and heroes For others' good, or melt at others' wo. glows.

What atone (O, ever-injur'd Most souls, 'tis true, but peep out once

shade!)

Thy fate unpitied, and thy rites unpaid? Dull sullen pris'ners in the body's cage : No friend's complaint, no kind domestic Dim lights of life, that burn a length of years

Pleas'd thy pale ghost, or grac'd thy Useless, unseen, as lamps in sepulchres; mournful bier; Like Eastern kings, a lazy state they By foreign hands thy dying eyes were keep,

clos'd, And, close confin’d to their own palace, By foreign hands thy decent limbs com

sleep. From these perhaps (ere Nature bade | By foreign hands thy humble grave her die)

adorn'd, Fate snatch'd her early to the pitying By strangers honor'd, and by strangers sky.

mourn'd. As into air the purer spirits flow,

What though no friends in sable weeds And sep'rate from their kindred dregs appear, below;

Grieve for an hour, perhaps, then mourn So flew the soul to its congenial place,

a year, Nor left one virtue to redeem her race. And bear about the mockery of wo But thou, false guardian of a charge Tomidnight dances, and the public show: too good,

What though no weeping Loves thy Thou, mean deserter of thy brother's blood!

Nor polish'd marble emulate thy face; See on these ruby lips the trembling What though no sacred earth allow thee breath,

room, These cheeks now fading at the blast of Nor hallow'd dirge be mutter'd o'er thy death.

tomb; Cold is that breast that warmed the Yet shall thy grave with rising flow'rs be world before,

dress'd, And those love-darting eyes must roll And the green turf lie lightly on thy

pos'd,

ashes grace,

breast:

no more.

Sound sleep by night; study and ease
Together mix’d; sweet recreation,
And innocence, which most does please

With meditation.

Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me die;
Steal from the world, and not a stone

Tell where I lie.

There shall the morn her earliest tears

bestow, There the first roses of the year shall

blow : While angels with their silver wings

o'ershade The ground, now sacred by thy relics

made. So peaceful rests, without a stone, a

name, What once had beauty, titles, wealth,

and fame. Huw lov’d, how honor'd once, avails

thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot; A heap of dust alone remains of thee, Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall

be ! Poets themselves must fall like those

they sung: Deaf the prais'd ear, and mute the tune

ful tongue. Ev'n he, whose soul now melts in mourn

ful lays, Shall shortly want the gen'rous tear he

pays; Then from his closing eyes thy form

THE MESSIAH.

A SACRED ECLOGUE: IN IMITATION

OF VIRGIL'S POLLIO.

shall part,

And the last pang shall tear thee from

his heart; Life's idle business at one gasp be o'er, The Muse forgot, and thou beloy'd no

more!

YE nymphs of Solyma ! begin the song: To heavenly themes sublimer strains

belong. The mossy fountains, and the sylvan

shades, The dreams of Pindus and the Aonian

maids, Delight no more -O Thou my voice

inspire Who touched Isaiah's hallowed lips with

fire ! Rapt into future times, the bard begun: A Virgin shall conceive, a Virgin bear

a Son! From Jesse's root behold a branch arise, Whose sacred flower with fragrance fills

the skies : The ethereal spirit o'er its leaves shall

move, And on its top descends the mystic dove. Ye heavens ! from high the dewy nectar

pour, And in soft silence shed the kindly

shower! The sick and weak the healing plant

shall aid, From storms a shelter, and from heat a

shade. All crimes shall cease, and ancient fraud

shall fail; Returning Justice lift aloft her scale; Peace o'er the world her olive wand ex

tend, And white-robed Innocence from heaven

descend.

THE QUIET LIFE. HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air

In his own ground.

Whose herds with milk, whose fields with

bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire; Whose trees in summer yield him shade,

In winter, fire.

Blest, who can unconcern’dly find
Hours, days, and years, slide soft away
In health of body, peace of mind,

Quiet by day,

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