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Her brow no ftern refentments arm,
And scorns what folly priz'd before.
On the plain wall in diamonds threw ; The lover hail'd the welcome day,
And to his favourite fcene he flew. There foon Elvira bent her way,
Where long her lonely walks had been; Nor lefs had the preceeding day,
Nor Armine lefs endear'd the scene. Oft' as fhe pafs'd, her rifing heart
Its ftronger tenderness confefs'd, And oft the linger'd to impart
To fome foft hade her fecret breast. "How flow the heavy hours advance." She cry'd, "fince that eventful day, "When firft I caught the fatal glance
"That stole me from my felf away! "Ah, youth belov'd! tho' low thy birth, "The noble air, the manly grace, "That look that fpeaks fuperior worth, "Can fashion, folly, fear erase? "Yet fure from no ignoble stem
"Thy lineage fprings, tho' now unknown: "The world cenforious may condemn, "But, Armine, I am thine alone. "To fplendour only do we live?
"Muft pomp alone our thoughts employ? "All, all that pomp and splendour give "Is dearly bought with love and joy! "But oh!---the favour'd youth appears--"In penfive grief he seems to move : "My heart forbodes unnumber'd fears;
Support it Pity, Virtue, Love! "Hither his footsteps feem to bend --
"Come, Refolution, to my aid! "My breaft what varying paffions rend! "Averfe to go---to stay---afraid!" "Dear object of each fond defire
"That throbs tumultuous in my breast! "Why with averted glance retire?
"At Armine's prefence why diftreft? "What tho' he boast no titled name, "No wide extent of rich domain, "Yet must he feed a hopeless flame,
"Muft truth and nature plead in vain ?” "Think not," fhe faid, "by forms betray'd, “To humbler worth my heart is blind'; "For foon fhall every splendour fade,
"That beams not from thy gifted mind.
"But firft thy heart explore with care, "With faith its fond emotions prove; "Lurks no unworthy paffion there? "Prompts not ambition bold to love? "Yes, lovely maid," the youth replies, "A bold ambition prompts my breaft, "The towering hope that love fupplies, "The wifh in bleffing to be blett. "The meaner prospects I despise "That wealth, or rank, or power beftow; "Be yours the grovelling blifs ye prize, "Ye fordid minds that ftoop fo low! "Be mine the more refin'd delights "Of love that banishes controul, "When the fond heart with heart unites, "And foul's in unifon with foul." Elvira blush'd the warm reply,
(To love a language not unknown) The milder glories fill'd her eye,
And there a fofter luftre fhone.
In Armine's favour all appear.
That beats in undivided hearts.
Her yielded hand; in hafte away Her yielded hand the drew diftreft,
With looks that witnefs'd wild difmay. "Ah whence, fair excellence, thofe fears! "What terror unforeseen alarms?" "See! where a father's frown appears”—
She faid, and funk into his arms. "My daughter! heavens! it cannot be➡ "And yet it must-O dire disgrace! "Elvira have I liv'd to fee
"Clafp'd in a peafant's vile embrace! "This daring guilt let death repay"His vengeful arm the javelin threw With erring aim it wing'd its way,
And far, by Fate averted, flew. Elvira breathes-her-pulfes beat, Returning life illumes her eye: Trembling a father's view to meet, She fpies a reverend hermit nigh "Your wrath," fhe cries, "let tears affuage"Unheeded muft Elvira pray? "O let an injur'd father's rage
"This hermit's facred prefence ftay! "Yet deem not, loft in guilty love, "I plead to fave my virgin fame; My weakness Virtue might approve,, "And fmile on nature's holy flame." "O welcome to my hopes again,,
My fon!" the raptur'd hermit cries; "I fought thee forrowing on the plain," And all the father fill'd his eyes,
"Art thou," the raging Raymond said,
"Nor bade his peafant foul expire!" "His peafant foul!"-indignant fire
Flash'd from the conscious father's eye: "A gallant earl is Arinine's fire,
“And know, proud chief, that earl am I. "Tho' here, within the hermit's cell,
"I long have liv'd unknown to fame, "Yet crowded camps and courts can tell— "Thon too haft heard of Egbert's name." "Hah! Egbert! he, whom tyrant rage "Fore'd from his country's bleeding breaft? "The patron of my orphan age,
"My friend, my warrior ftands confeft! "But why?"-" The painful story spare: "That proftrate youth," faid Egbert," fee; "His anguish afks a parent's care,
"A parent, once who pitied thee!"
United tears o'er Hymen's reign,
† 142. An Italian Song.
DEAR is my little native vale,
The ring-dove builds and warbles there;
The squirrel leaps from tree to tree,
In orange-groves and myrtle-bowers,
|Bright Chloe, object of my constant vow,
fairest of the fex! be thou my Mufe:
As beauty's potent queen, with ev'ry grace,
WHERE beauteous Ifis and her husband Tame
From the loud camp retir'd and noisy court
One child he had, a daughter chafte and fair,
143. Henry and Emma, a Poem ufon the Model His age's comfort, and bis fortune's heir. of the Nut-Brown Maid.
They call'd her Emina; for the beauteous dame,
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But, foon as Emma's eyes adorn the plain,
is notes he raises to a nobler fibras fear,
Left any carelefs found offend her ear.
A frantic giply, now the house he haunts, And in wild phrafes fpeaks diffembled wants. With the fond maids in palmiftry he deals: They tell the fecret first, which he reveals: Says who fhall wed, and who shall be beguil'd; Whatgroomfhallget,andfquiremaintainthechild. But when bright Emma would her fortune know,
Ufage confrm'd what fancy had begun;
Spite of the attempts of force, and foft effects
Great Venus mult prefer the happy one:
While thefe in public to the cafle came,
And blows her praifes with no common found..
And when fuperior now the bird has flown,
With trembling awe he gazes on her eye,
Now oft had Henry chang'd his fly difguife,
While Cupid fmil'd, by kind occafion bleft,
With withes rais'd, with jealoufies opprelt, (Alternate tyrants of the human breaff) The faith of women, and the force of love. By one great trial he refolves to prove If, fcanning Emma's virtues, he may find That beauteous frame inclofe a fteady mind, He'll fix his hope, of future joy fecure; And live a flave to Hymen's happy pow't. A fhepherd now along the win he roves; But if the fair cne, as he fears, is frail, And, with his fally pipe, delights the groves. If, pois'd aright in reafon's equal fcale, The neighbang wins around the franger Light By her merits, and her faults prevail; Or to admire or emulate his fong: [throng, His mind he vows to free from am'rous care,Į While, with foft forrow, he reacws his lays,The went mifchief from his he r. to tear, Nor heedful of their envy, nor their praife. Refume his azure armas, and fhine again in war.
South of the caftle, in a verdant glade,
fpreading beech extends her friendly fhade: Here oft the nymph his breathing vowshad heard: Here oft her filence had her heart declar'd. As active (pring awak'd her infant buds, And genial life inform'd the verdant woods; Henry, in knots involving Emma's name, Had half exprefs'd and half conceal'd his flame Upon the tree: and, as the tender mark Grew with the year, and widen'd with the bark, Venus had heard the virgin's foft addrefs, That as the wound, the paffion might increase. As potent nature shed her kindly how'rs, And deck'd the various mead with op'ning flowers;
Upon this tree the nymph's obliging care
Glorious thro' all the plains he of: had gone,
Soon as the fair one had the note receiv'd, The remnant of the day alone the griev'd: For diff'rent this from every former note, Which Venus dictated, and Henry wrote; Which told her all his future hopes were laid On the dear bofom of his Nut-brown Maid; Which always blefs'd her eyes, and own'd her And bid her oft adieu, yet added more. [pow'r; Now night advanc'd," The house in fleep were laid;
The nurse experienc'd, and the prying maid:
Sincere, O tell me, haft thou felt a pain, Emma, beyond what woman knows to feign? Has thy uncertain bofom ever ftrove With the firft tumults of a real love? Haft thou now dreaded, and now bleft his fway, By turns averfe, and joyful to obey? Thy virgin foftnefs halt thou e'er bewail'd, As reafon yielded, and as love prevail'd? And wept the potent god's refiftlefs dart, And heav'nly poifon thrilling thro' thy heart? His killing pleafure, his ecftatic fmart, At least deplore, and then forget my fate: If fo, with pity view my wretched state; To fome more happy knight referve thy charms, By fortune favour'd, and fuccesful arms: And only, as the fun's revolving ray, Brings back each year this melancholy day, Permit one figh, and fet apart one tear, To an abandon'd exile's endless care. For me, alas! out-caft of human race, Love's anger only waits, and dire difgrace; For lo! thefe hands in murder are embru'd; Thefe trembling feet by justice are purfu'd: Fate calls aloud, and haftens me away; A fhameiul death attends my longer stay; And I this night must fly from thee and love, Condemn'd in lonely woods a banished man to
What is our blifs that changeth with the moon; And day of life, that darkens ere 'tis noon? What is true paffion, if unbleft it dies ? And where is Emma's joy, if Henry flies? If love, alas! be pain; the pain I bear No thought can figure, and no tongue declare, Ne'er faithful woman felt, nor falfe one feign'd, The flames which long have in my bofom reign'd: The god of love himfelf inhabits there, [care, With all his rage, and dread, and grief, and His complement of stores, and total war.
O! ceafe then coldly to fufpect my love; And let my deed, at least, my faith approve. Alas! no youth fhall my endearments share; Nor day nor night fhall interrupt my care; No future ftory fhall with truth upbraid The cold indiff 'rence of the Nut-brown Maid: Nor to hard banishment fhall Henry run; While carele's Emma fleeps on beds of down. View me refolv'd, where-e'er thou lead'ft, to go, Friend to thy pain, and partner of thy woe: For I atteft, fair Venus and her fon, That I, of all mankind, will love but thee alone.
Timely advis'd, the coming evil fhun:
Let Emma's hapless cafe be falfely told
Those limbs, in lawn and fofteft filk array'd,
Thy rife of fortune did I only wed, From its decline determin'd to recede? But canft thou wield the fword, and bend the Did I but purpofe to embark with thee With active force repel the sturdy foe? [bow? On the fmooth furface of a fummer's fea, When the loud tumult fpeaks the battle nigh, While gentle Zephyrs play in profp'rous gales, And winged deaths in whistling arrows fly; And Fortune's favour fills the fwelling fails; Wilt thou, tho' wounded, yet undaunted stay, But would forfake the thip, and make the shore, Perform thy part, and share the dangerous day? When the winds whistle, and the tempefts roar? Then, as thy ftrength decays, thy heart will fail, No, Henry, no: one facred oath has ty'd Thy limbs all trembling, and thy cheeks all pale; Our loves; one deftiny our life fhall guide; With fruitless for ow, thou, inglorious maid, Nor wild nor deep our common way divide. Wilt weep thy fafety by thy love betray'd: When from the cave thou rifeft with the day, Then to thy friend, by foes o'ercharg'd, deny To beat the woods, and roufe the bounding prey; Thy little ufelefs aid, and coward fly: [love The cave with mofs and branches I'll adorn, Then wilt thou cu fe the chance that made thee And cheerful fit, to wait my lord's return: Abanish'dmancondemn'dinlonelywoodstorove. And, when thou frequent bring'ft the smitten
With fatal certainty Thaleris knew
Excite the female breaft with martial flame?
To ftop the wounds my fineft lawn I'd tear,
Bleft, when my dangers and my toils have shown,
But canft thou, tender maid, canft thou fuftain Afflictive want, or hunger's preffing pain?
|(For seldom, archers fay, thy arrows err), [deer
Weary the gods to keep thee in their care;