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There in Peruvian vales a moment staid, [shade. With fragrant blossoms these adorn the breast,
And smooth'd his wings, beneath the citron
Then swift his oary pinions plied again,
Cross'd the new world, and sought the southern
Where inany a wet and weary league o'erpast,
The wish'd-for paradise appear'd at last.
With force abated, now they gently sweep
O'er the smooth surface of the shining deep;
The Dryads hail'd them from the distant shore,
The Nerieds play'd around, the Tritons swam
While soft Favonius their arrival greets,
And breathes his welcome in a thousand sweets.
Nor pale Disease, nor health-consuming Care,
Nor Wrath, nor foul Revenge, can enter there:
No vapour's foggy gloom imbrowns the sky,
No tempests rage, no angry lightnings fly;
But dews and soft refreshing airs are found,
And puré etherial azure shines around.
Whate'er the sweet Sabaan Isle can boast,
Or Mecca's plains, or India's spicy coast;
What Stybla hills, or rich ŒŒbalia's fields,
Or flow'ry vale of fam'd Hymettus yields;
Or what of old th' Hesperian orchard grac'd,
All that was e'er delicious to the taste,
Sweet to the smell, or lovely to the view,
Collected there, with added beauty grew.
High-tow'ring to the heavens, the trees are seen,
Their bulk immense, their leaf for ever green;
So closely interwove, the tell-tale sun
Can ne'er descry the deeds beneath them done;
But where by fits the sportive gales divide
Their tender tops, and fan the leaves aside.
Like a smooth carpet at their feet lies spread
The matted grass, by bubbling fountains fed;
And on each bough the feather'd choir employ
Their melting notes, and nought is heard but
Those with officious zeal attend the guest;
Beneath his feet the silken carpet spread,
Or sprinkle liquid odours o'er his head.
Others in ruby cups, with roses bound
Delightful! deal the sparkling nectar round;
Or weave the dance, or tune the vocal lay;
The lyres resound, the merry minstrels play
Gay health, and youthful joys o'erspread the
And swell each heart, and triumph in each fic
So when embolden'd by the vernal air,
The busy bees to blooming fields repair;
For various use employ their chymic pow'r
One culls the snowy pounce, one sucks the
Again to diff`rent works returning home,
Some steeve the honey, some erect the cond
All for the general good in concert strive,
And every soul's in motion, every limb's alv
And now descending from his flight, thes
On the green turf releas'd his precious lost
There, after mutual salutations past,
And endless friendship vow'd, they part in ha
Zephyr impatient to behold his fove,
The prince in raptures wand'ring thro
Now skipping on, and singing as he went,
Now stopping short, to give his transports
With sudden gusts of happiness oppress'd,
Or stands intranc'd, or raves like one posses
His mind afloat, his wand'ring senses quie
O'ercome with charms, and frantic with de
From scene to scene by random steps conve
Admires the distant views, explores the se
Dwells on each spot, with eager eye devos The woods, the lawns, the buildings, bow'rs;
The painted flow'rs exhale a rich perfume, New sweets, new joys at ev'ry glance arise,
The fruits are mingled with eternal bloom; And every turn creates a fresh surprize.
And Spring and Autumn hand in hand appear, Close by the borders of a rising wood,
Lead on the merry months, and join to cloath In a green vale a crystal grotto stood,
[pour'd, And o'er its sides, beneath a beachen shad
Here, o'er the mountain's shaggy summits In broken falls a silver fountain play d.
From rock to rock the tumbling torrent roar'd;
While beauteous Iris, in the vale below,
Paints on the rising fumes her radiant bow;
Now thro' the meads the mazy current stray'd,
Now hid its wand'rings in the myrtle shade;
Or in a thousand veins divides its store,
Visits each plant, refreshes every flow'r;
O'er gens and golden sands in murmurs flows,
And sweetly sooths the soul, and lulls to
Hither, attracted by the murmuring stres And cool recess, the pleas'd Porsenna cam And on the tender grass reclining chose To wave his joys awhile, and take a short, The scene invites him, and the wanton b That whispers thro' the vale, the dancing The warbling birds, and rills that gently c All join their music to prolong his sleep. softThe princess to her morning walk prep The female troops attend, a beauteous gu Array'd in all her charms appear'd the fair, Tall was her stature, unconfin'd her air; Proportion deck'd her limbs, and in her fa Lay love enshrin'd, lay sweet attractive gr Temp'ring the awful beams her eyes conve And like a lambent flame around her phy No foreign aids, by mortal ladies worn, From shells and rocks her artless charins ader For grant that beauty were by gems increas 'Tis render'd more suspected at the least;
If hunger call, no sooner can the mind
Express her will to needful food inclin'd,
But in some cool recess, or op'ning glade,
The seats are plac'd, the tables neatly laid,
And instantly convey'd by magic hand,
In comely rows the costly dishes stand;
Meats of all kinds that nature can impart,
Prepar'd in all the nicest forms of art.
A troop of sprightly nymphs array'd in green,
With flow'ry chaplet scrown'd,come scudding in.
ad foul defects, that wou'd escape the sight,
art from the piece, and take a stronger light.
er chesnut hair in careless rings around
r temples wav'd, with pinks and jes'mine
The prince laugh'd inwardly, surpris'd to
d gather'd in a silken cord behind, rld to the waist, and floated in the wind; r these a veil of yellow gauze she wore, ith amaranths and gold embroider'd o'er. rsnowy neck half naked to the view acefully fell; a robe of purple hue ng loosely o'er her slender shape, and tried shade those beauties, that it could not hide. The damsels of her train with mirth and song ›lick behind, and laugh and sport along. e birds proclaim their queen from every tree, beasts run frisking thro' the groves to see; loves, the pleasures, and the graces meet intic rounds, and dance before her feet. whatever fancy led, it chanc'd that day ey thro' the secret valley took their way, f to the crystal grot advancing, spied
So strange a speech, so innocent a mind.
The compliment indeed did some offence
To reason, and a little wrong'd her sense;
He could not let it pass, but told his name,
And what he was, and whence, and why he
And hinted other things of high concern
For him to mention, and for her to learn;
And she 'ad a piercing wit, of wondrous reach
To comprehend whatever he could teach.
Thus hand in hand they to the palace walk,
Pleas'd and instructed with each other's talk.
Here shou'd I tell the furniture's expence,
And all the structure's vast magnificence,
Describe the walls of shining sapphire made,
With emerald and pearl the floors inlaid,
And how the vaulted canopies unfold
A mimic heaven, and flame with gems and gold;
Or how Felicity regales her guest,
The wit, the mirth, the music, and the feast;
And on each part bestow the praises due,
"Twou'd tire the writer, and the reader too.
My amorous tale a softer path pursues;
Love and the happy pair demand my muse.
O cou'd her art in equal terms express
The lives they lead, the pleasures they possess!
Fortune had ne'er so plenteously before
Bestow'd her gifts, nor can she lavish more.
prince extended by the fountain's side.
look'd as by some skilful hand express'd
ollo's youthful form retir'd to rest,
en with the chace fatigu'd he quits the wood
Pindus' vale, and Aganippe's flood;-
ere sleeps secure, his careless limbs display'd
ease, encircled by the laurel shade;
eath his head his sheaf of arrows lie,
bow unbent, hangs negligently by: [grace,Tis heaven itself, 'tis exstacy of bliss, slumb'ring prince might boast an equal Uninterrupted joy, untir'd excess! Mirth following mirth, the moments dance urn'd his limbs, so beautiful his face. king he started from the ground in haste, Isaw the beauteous choir around him plac'd; n summoning his senses, ran to meet queen, and laid him humbly at her feet. gn, lovely princess, to behold, said he, who has travell'd all the world to see se charms, and worship thy divinity: ept thy slave, and with a gracious smile, use his rashness, and reward his toil. d motionless the fair with mute surprise, I read him over with admiring eyes; I while she gaz da pleasing smart [heart. thrilling thro' her veins and reach'd her h limb she scann'd, consider'd ev'ry grace, I sagely judg`d him of the phoenix race. animal like this she ne'er had known, I thence concluded there could be but one; : creature too had all the phoenix air, e but the phoenix could appear so fair. more she look'd, the more she thought it [knew. true,
Love claims the night, and Friendship rules the day.
Their tender care no cold indifference knows;
No jealousies disturb their sweet repose;
No sickness, no decay; but youthful grace
And constant beauty shines in either face.
Benumbing age may mortal charms invade,
Flow'rs of a day that do but bloom and fade;
Far different here, on them it only blows
The lily's white, and spreads the blushing
I call'd him by that name, to shew she andsome phoenix, for that such you are know; your beauty does your breed declare; II with sorrow own thro' all my coast other bird can such perfection boast; nature forin'd you single and alone; s! what pity 'tis there is but one! re there a queen so fortunate to shew aviary of charining birds like you, at envy would her happiness create all, who saw the glories of her state!
No conquest o'er those radiant eyes can boast,
They, like the stars, shine brighter in its frost;
Nor fear its rigour, nor its rule obey;
All seasons are the same, and ev'ry month is
Alas! how vain is happiness bolow!
Man soon or late must have his share of woe:
Slight are his joys, and fleeting as the wind;
His griefs wound home, and leave a sting be
His lot distinguish'd from the brute appears
Less certain by his laughter than his tears;
For ignorance too oft our pleasure breeds,
But sorrow from the reasoning soul proceeds.
If man on earth in endless bliss cou'd be,
The boon, young prince, had been bestow'd
Bright shone thy stars, thy fortune flourish'd fair,
And seem'd secure beyond the reach of care;
And so might still have been, but anxious thought
Has dash'd thy cup, and thou must taste the draught.
It so befel, as on a certain day This happy couple toy'd their time away, He ask'd how many charming hours had flown Since on her slave her heav'n of beauty shone. Should I consult my heart, cried he, the rate Were small, a week wou'd be the utmost date: But when my mind reflects on actions past, And counts its joys, time must have fled more [gone: Perhaps I might have said three months are Three months! replied the fair, three months alone?
Know that three hundred years have roll'd away,
Since at my feet the lovely phoenix lay.
Three hundred years! re-echo'd back the prince,
A whole three hundred years completed since
I landed here! O! whither then are flown
My dearest friends, my subjects, and my throne?
How strange, alas! how alter'd shall I find
Each earthly thing, each scene I left behind!
Who knows me now? on whom shall I depend?
To gain my rights, where shall I find a friend?
My crown perhaps may grace a foreign line,
A race of kings that know not me or mine;
Who reigns may wish my death, his subjects
My claims with scorn, and call their prince
O had my life been ended as begun!
My destin'd stage, my race of glory run,
I shou'd have died well pleas'd, my honour'd
Had liv'd, had flourish'd in the list of fame.
Reflecting now, my mind with horror sees
The sad survey, a scene of shameful ease,
The odious blot, the scandal of my race
Scarce known, and only mention'd with dis-
She sunk into his arms: the prince was mov'd, Felt all her griefs, for still he greatly lov'd. He sigh'd, he wish'd he could forget hit throne,
Confine his thoughts, and live for her alone; But glory shot him deep, the venom'd dart Was fix'd within, and wrankled at his heart; He could not hide its wounds, but pin'd a Like a sick flow'r, and languish'd in decay.
Felicity was griev'd, and cou'd not bear A scene so chang'd, a sight of so much ar She told him with a look of cold disdain, And seeming ease, as women well cau fe, He might depart at will; a milder air Wou'd mend his health; he was no pris'ne there;
She kept him not, and wish'd he ne'er might Cause to regret the place he left behind; Which once he lov'd, and where he still must
He had at least some little pleasure known.
If these prophetic words a while destroy His peace, the former balance is in joy. He thank'd her for her kind concern, but chest To quit the place, the rest let heav'n dispose For fate, on mischiefs bent, perverts the wal And first infatuates whom it means to kill.
Aurora now, not, as she wont to rise,
In gay attire, ting'd with a thousand dyes,
But sober-sad, in solemn state appears,
Clad in a dusky veil bedew'd with tears.
Thick mantling clouds beneath her chara
A faded wreath hangs drooping from her heal
The sick'ning sun emits a feeble ray,
Half drown'd in fogs, and struggling into
Some black event the threat'ning skies fore
Porsenna rose to take his last farewell.
A curious vest the mournful princess brough
An armour by the Lemnian artist wrought,
A shining lance with secret virtue stor`d,
And of resistless force a magic sword;
The fair beheld him with impatient eye, And red with anger made this warm reply-Caparisons and gems of wond'rous price, Ungrateful man! is this the kind return My love deserves? and can you thus with scorn Reject what once you priz'd; what once you
Made you partaker of my bed and throne;
Three centuries preserv'd in youthful prime,
Safe from the rage of death, and injuries of time:
Weak arguments! for glory reigns above
The feeble ties of gratitude and love.
I urge them not, nor wou'd request your stay,
The phantom glory calls, and I obey;
All other virtues are regardless quite,
Sunk and absorb'd in that superior light.
Go then, barbarian, to thy realms return;
And shew thyself unworthy my concern;
Go tell the world, your tender heart cou'd give
Death to the princess by whose care you live.
At this a deadly pale her cheeks o'erspread,
Cold trembling seiz'd her limbs, her spirits fled;
And loaded him with gifts and good advice But chief she gave, and what he most we
The fleetest of her stud, a flying steed.
The swift Grifippo, said th' afflicted fair (Such was the courser's name) with spec} shall bear,
And place you safely in your native air,
Assist against the foe with matchless migh
Ravage the field, and turn the doubtful fig
With care, protect you till the danger ceas,
Your trust in war, your ornament in peace
But this, I warn, beware, whate er shall lay
To intercept your course, or tempt your sta
Quit not your saddle, nor your speed abate,
Till safely landed at your palace gate.
On this alone depends your weal or woe;
Such is the will of fate, and so the gods foreshor.
He in the softest terms repaid her love,
And vow'd nor age nor absence should remove
His constant faith, and sure she could not biar e
A short divorce due to his injur'd fame.
debt discharg'd, then should her soldier Thro' all the world in vain for ages sought, [hopie; But fate has doom'd thee now, and thou art caught.
from the field, and flush'd with conquest,
th equal ardour her affection meet,
I lay his laurels at his mistress' feet.
ceas'd, and sighing took a kind adieu;
a urg'd his steed; the fierce Grifippo flew
h rapid force, outstripp'd the lagging wind,
left the blissful shores, and weeping fair
'o'er the seas pursu'd his airy flight,
scour'd the plains, and climb`d_the
aus driving on at speed, the prince had
half his course, when, with the setting sun
hro' a lonely lane he chanc'd to ride,
rocks and bushes fenc'd on either side,
ied a waggon full of wings, that lay
e and o'erturn'd across the narrow way:
helpless driver on the dirty road
truggling, crush'd beneath th' incumbent
rin human shape was seen before [load.
zht so pale, so feeble, and so poor.
arisons of age would do him wrong,
vestor's self if plac'd by him were young.
imbs were naked all, and worn so thin,
Jones seem'd starting thro' the parchment
ves half drown'd in rheum, his accents:
was his head, and furrow'd was his cheek. There was she wont to vent her griefs, and
e conscious steed stopt short in deadly Those dear delights that must no more return.
[flight; Thither that morn with more than usual care
back recoiling stretch'd his wings for She sped, but O, what joy to find him there!
thus the wretch with supplicatington, Reur'd to soft repose her hero lay.
As just arriv'd, and weary with the way,
ueful face, began his piteous moan,
as he spake, the tears ran trickling
Now near approaching she began to creep
With careful steps, loth to disturb his sleep;
Till quite o'ercome with tenderness she flew,
And round his neck her arms in transport threw.
But when she found him dead, no tongue can
The pangs she felt; she shriek'd, and swooning
Waking, with loud laments she pierc'd the skies,
And fill'd th' affrighted forest with her cries.
That fatal hour the palace gates she barr'd,
And fix'd around the coast a stronger guard;
Now rare appearing, and at distance seen,
With crowds of black misfortunes plac'd be-
the youth, if pity e'er inclin'd
oul to generous deeds, if e'er thy mind
ouch'd with soft distress, extend thy care
e an old man's life, and ease the load I
y propitious heav'n your journey speed,
ig your days, and all your vows succeed.
d with the pray'r the kind Porsenna staid,
obly minded to refuse his aid,
prudence yielding to superior grief,
from his steed, and ran to his relief;
v'd the weight, and gave the pris'ner
noak'd and gasping on the verge of death. reach'd his hand, when lightly with a bound
izly spectre, vaulting from the ground,
him with sudden gripe; th' astonish'd
horror-struck, and thoughtless of de-
ing of Russia! with a thund'ring sound
d the ghastly fiend, at length thou 'rt
e the ruler of mankind, and know,
me is Time, thy ever dreaded foe.
e feet are founder'd, and the wings you see
to the pinions in pursuit of thee;
Then round his neck his arms he nimbly cast,
And seiz'd him by the throat, and grasp'd him
Till forc'd at length the soul forsook its seat,
And the pale breathless corse fell bleeding at
Scarce had the cursed spoiler left his prey, When, so it chanc'd, young Zephyr pass'd that
Too late his presence to assist his friend,
A sad, but helpless witness of his end.
He chafes, and fans, and strives in vain to cure
His streaming wounds; the work was done too
Now lightly with a soft embrace uprears
The lifeless load, and bathes it in his tears;
Then to the blissful seats with speed conveys,
And graceful on the mossy carpet lays,
With decent care, close by the fountain's side
Where first the princess had her phoenix spied.
There with sweet flowers his lovely limbs he
And gave a parting kiss, and sighs and tears be
To that sad solitude the weeping daine,
Wild with her loss, and swoln with sorrow,
Mischiefs of every kind, corroding. care,
And fears, and jealousies, and dark despair:
And since that day (the wretched world must
These mournful truths by sad experience
No mortal e'er enjoy'd that happy clime,
And every thing on earth submits to Time.
SONNETS, BY SMITH..
$180. To the Moon.
QUEEN of the silver bow! by thy pale beam,
Alone and pensive, I delight to tray,
And watch thy shadow trembling in the stream,
Or mark the floating clouds that cross thy
And while I gaze, thy mild and placid light Sheds a soft calm upon my troubled breast; And oft I think, fair planet of the night!
That in thy orb the wretched may have rest; The sufferers of the earth perhaps may go,
Releas'd by death to thy benignant sphere; And the sad children of despair and woe
Forget, in thee, their cup of sorrow here. O! that I soon may reach thy world serene, Poor wearied pilgrim-in this toiling scene!
§ 131. On the Departure of the Nightingale. SWEET poet of the woods—a long adieu!
Farewel, soft minstrel of the early year! Ah! 'twill be long ere thou shalt sing anew, And pour thy music on the night's dull car. Whether on spring thy wandering flights await, Or whether silent in our groves you dwell, The pensive muse shall own thee for her mate, And still protect the song she loves so well. With cautious step the love-lorn youth shall glide [nest, Thro' the lone brake that shades thy mossy And shepherd girls from eyes profane shall hide
The gentle bird, who sings of pity best: For still thy voice shall soft affections move, And still be dear to sorrow, and to love!
§ 132. Written at the Close of Spring. THE garlands fade that Spring so lately wove, Each simple flow'r which she haď nurs'd in dew,
Anemonies, that spangled every grove,
The primrose wan, and hare-bell mildly blue.
No more shall violets linger in the dell,
Or purple orchis variegate the plain,
Till Spring again shall call forth every bell,
And dress with humid hands her wreaths
Ah! poor humanity! so frail, so fair,
Are the fond visions of thy early day,
Till tyrant passion and corrosive care
Bid all thy fairy colours fade away! Another May new buds and flow'rs shall bring; Ah! why has happiness-no second Spring?
$133. Should the lone Wanderer. SHOULD the lone wanderer, fainting on his
Rest for a moment of the sultry hours, And tho' his path thro' thorns and roughness lay,
Pluck the wild rose, or woodbine's gadding flow'rs; [tree, Weaving gay wreaths, beneath some sheltering The sense of sorrow he awhile may lose; So have I sought thy flow'rs, fair Poesy! So charm'd my way with Friendship and
But darker now grows life's unhappy day, Dark with new clouds of evil yet to come: Her pencil sickening Fancy throws away,
And weary Hope reclines upon the tomb;
And points my wishes to that tranquil shore, Where the pale spectre Care pursues no more.
I LOVE thee, mournful sober-suited night, When the faint moon, yet lingering in het
And veil'd in clouds, with pale uncertain light
Hangs o'er the waters of the restless main.
In deep depression sunk, th' enfeebled mind
Will to the deaf, cold elements complain,
To sullen surges and the viewless wind,
And tell th' embosom'd grief, however rain,
Tho' no repose on thy dark breast I find,
I still enjoy thee, cheerless as thou art;
For in thy quiet gloom th`exhausted heart
calm, tho' wretched; hopeless, yet resign'd:
While to the winds and waves its sorrows gires,
May reach-tho' lost on earth-the ear of He
$135. To Tranquillity. IN this tumultuous sphere, for thee unfit, How seldom art thou found-Tranquilli Unless 'tis when with mild and downcaste By the low cradles thou delight'st to sit Of sleeping infants, watching the soft breat
And bidding the sweet slumberers easy b Or sometimes hanging o'er the bed of death, Where the poor languid sufferer hopes to beauteous sister of the halcyon peace! I sure shall find thee in that heavenly s Where care and anguish shall their power sign;
Where hope alike and vain regret shall ca And Memory, lost in happiness serene. Repeat no more-that misery has been mine.