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BELINDA AT THE BATH.
WHILE in these fountains bright Belinda laves,
No more let Tagus boast, whose beds unfold A shining treasure of all-conquering gold! No more the Po2! whose wandering waters stray, In mazy errours, through the starry way: Henceforth these springs superior honours share; There Venus laves, but my Belinda here.
Love is a noble rich repast,
But seldom should the lover taste; When the kind fair no more restrains, The glutton surfeits, and disdains. To move the nymph, he tears bestows, He vainly sighs, he falsely vows: The tears deceive, the vows betray; He conquers, and contemns the prey, Thus Ammon's son with fierce delight Smil'd at the terrours of the fight; The thoughts of conquest charm'd his eyes, He conquer'd, and he wept the prize. Love, like a prospect, with delight Sweetly deceives the distant sight, Where the tir'd travellers survey, O'er hanging rocks, a dangerous way. Ye fair, that would victorious prove, Seem but half kind, when most you love Damon pursues, if Celia flies; But when her love is born, his dies.
Had Danaë the young, the fair,
Think then, O fairest of the fairer race, What fatal beauties arm thy heavenly face, Whose very shadow can such flames inspire; We see 'tis paint, and yet we feel 'tis fire.
See! with false life the lovely image glows, And every wondrous grace transplanted shows 5 Fatally fair the new creation reigns, Charms in her shape, and multiplies our pains: Hence the fond youth, that ease by absence found, Views the dear form, and bleeds at every wound; Thus the bright Venus, though to Heaven she soar'd, Reign'd in her image, by the world ador'd.
Oh! wondrous power of mingled light and shades! Where beauty with dumb eloquence persuades, Where passions are beheld in picture wrought, And animated colours look a thought: Rare art! on whose cominand all nature waits! It copies all Omnipotence creates : Here crown'd with mountains earth expanded lies, There the proud seas with all their billows rise: If life be drawn, responsive to the thought The breathing figures live throughout the draught; The mimic bird in skies fictitious moves, Or facied beasts in imitated groves :
Ev'n Heaven it climbs; and from the forming hands An angel here, and there a Townshend' stands.
Yet, painter, yet, though Art with Nature strive, Though ev'n the lovely phantom seem alive, Submit thy vanquish'd art! and own the draught, Though fair, defective, and a beauteous fault; Charms, such as hers, inimitably great, He only can express, that can create, Couldst thou extract the whiteness of the snow, Or of its colours rob the heavenly bow, Yet would her beauty triumph o'er thy skill, Lovely in thee, herself more lovely still!
Thus in the limpid fountain we descry The faint resemblance of the glittering sky; Another Sun displays his lessen'd beams, Another Heaven adorns the enlighten'd streams: But though the scene be fair, yet high above Th' exalted skies in nobler beauties move; There the true Heaven's eternal lamps display A deluge of inimitable day.
TO MR. POPE.
ON HIS WORKS. 1726.
LET vulgar souls triumpal arches raise,
If aught on Earth, when once this breath is fled, With human transport touch the mighty dead;
Now lady Cornwallis.
How long untun'd had Homer's sacred lyre Jarr'd grating discord, all extinct his fire! This you beheld, and, taught by Heaven to sing, Call'd the loud music from the sounding string. Now wak'd from slumbers of three thousand years, Once more Achilles in dread pomp appears, Towers o'er the field of Death; as fierce he turns, Keen flash his arms, and all the hero burns; His plume nods horrible, his helm on high With checks of iron glares against the sky; With martial stalk, and more than mortal might, He strides along, he meets the God in fight: Then the pale Titans, chain'd on burning floors, Start at the din that rends th' infernal shores;
Tremble the towers of Heaven; Earth rocks her
And gloomy Pluto shakes with all his ghosts.
But when from high it rolls with many a bound, Jumping it thundering whirls, and rushes to the ground:
Swift flows the verse, when winged lightnings fly,
How long Ulysses, by unskilful hands Stript of his robes, a beggar trod our lands, Such as he wander'd o'er his native coast, Shrunk by the wand', and all the hero lost; O'er his smooth skin a bark of wrinkles spread, Old-age disgrac'd the honours of his head;
The author translated eight books of the Odyssey. See the 16th Odyssey, ver. 186, and 476.
Nor longer in his heavy eye-ball shin'd
This labour past, of heavenly subjects sing, While hovering angels listen on the wing; To hear from Earth such heart-felt raptures rise, As, when they sing, suspended hold the skies: Or, nobly rising in fair Virtue's cause, From thy own life transcribe th' unerring laws; Teach a bad world beneath her sway to bend, To verse like thine fierce savages attend, And men more fierce! When Orpheus tunes the lay Ev'n fiends, relenting, hear their rage away,
PART OF THE TENTH BOOK OP THE ILIADS OF HOMER.
IN THE STYLE OF MILTON.
Now high advanc'd the night, o'er all the host Sleep shed his softest balm; restless alone Atrides lay, and cares revolv'd on cares.
As when with rising vengeance gloomy Jove
Of fife, or pipe, and the loud hum of hosts
With equal care was Menelaus toss'd: Sleep from his temples fled, his generous heart Felt all his people's woes, who in his cause Stemm'd the proud main, and nobly stood in arms Confronting Death: a leopard's spotted spoils Terrific clad his limbs, a brazen helm Beam'd on his head, and in his hand a spear. Forth from his tent the royal Spartan strode To wake the king of men; him wak'd he found Clasping his polish'd arms; with rising joy The heroes meet, the Spartan thus begun:
"Why thus in arms, my prince? Send'st thou some To view the Trojan host? Alas! I fear [spy Lest the most dauntless sons of glorious War Shrink at the bold design! This task demands
▲ soul, resolv'd to pass the gloom of night,
"But say," rejoins the prince," these orders borne, There shall I stay, or measuring back the shores, To thee return ?"- "No more return," replies The king of hosts, "lest treading different ways We meet no more; for through the camp the ways Lie intricate and various: but aloud Wake every Greek to martial fame and arms; Teach them to emulate their godlike sires; And thou awhile forget thy royal birth, And share a soldier's cares: the proudest king Is but exalted dust; and when great Jove Call'd us to life, and gave us royal power, He gave a sad preeminence of woes.
He spoke, and to the tent of Nestor turns His step majestic on his couch he found The hoary warrior; all around him lay His arms, the shield, the spears, the radiant helm, And scarf of various dye: with these array'd, The reverend father to the field of Fame Led his bold files; for, with a brave disdain, Old as he was, he scorn'd the case of age.
Sudden the monarch starts, and half uprais'd, Thus to the king aloud: "What art thou, say? Why in the camp alone? while others sleep, Why wanderest thou obscure the midnight hours? Seckst thou some centinel, or absent friend? Speak instant!-Silent to advance, is death!"
O pride of Greece," the plaintive king returns, Here in thy tent thou Agamcinnon view'st, A prince, the most unhappy of mankind; Woes I endure, which none but kings can feel, Which ne'er will cease until forgot in death: Pensive I wander through the damp of night, Through the cold damp of night; distress'd; alone! And sleep is grown a stranger to my eyes: The weight of all the war, the load of woes That presses every Greek, united falls On methe cares of all the host are mine! Grief discomposes, and distracts my thoughts; My restless panting heart, as if it strove To force its prison, beats against my sides! My strength is fail'd, and even my feet refuse To bear so great a load of wretchedness!
To whom the Pylian: "Think not, mighty king, Jove ratifies vain Hector's haughty views; A sudden, sad reverse of mighty woes Waits that audacious victor, when in arms Dreadful Achilles shines. But now thy steps Nestor attends. Be it our care to wake Sage Ithacus, and Diomed the brave, Meges the bold, and in the race renown'd Oilean Ajax. To the ships that guard Outmost the camp, some other speed his way To raise stern Ajax and the Cretan king, But love, nor reverence to the mighty name Of Menelaus, nor thy wrath, O king, Shall stop my free rebuke: sleep is a crime When Agamemnon wakes; on him it lies To share thy martial toils, to court the peers To act the men: this hour claims all our cares."
"But if thy wakeful cares (for o'er thy head Wakeful the hours glide on) have aught matur'd Useful, the thought unfold: but rise, my friend, Visit with me the watches of the night; Lest tir'd they sleep, while Troy with all her war Hangs o'er our tents, and now, perhaps ev'n now Arms her proud bangs. Arise, my friend, arise!"
Swift at the word he seiz'd his ample shield, And strode along; and now they bend their way To wake the brave Tydides: him they found Stretch'd on the earth, array'd in shining arms, And round, his brave companions of the war: Their shields sustain'd their heads; erect their spears | Keen as Jove's lightning wing'd athwart the skies. Shot through th' illumin'd air a streaming ray, Thus slept the chief: beneath him on the ground A savage bull's black hide was roll'd; his head A splendid carpet bore. The slumbering king The Pylian gently with these words awakes:
""Tis true," he cry'd, "my subjects and my sons Might ease a sire and king: but rest's a crime When on the edge of fate our country stands : Ere yet a few hours more have run their course, Important space! Greece triumphs, or Greece falls! But, since an old man's cares thy pity moves, Haste, generous youth, with speed to council call Meges the brave, and in the race renown'd Oilean Ajax."-Strait the chief obey'd, Strait o'er his shoulders flung the shaggy spoils Of a huge tawny lion; with dire grace Down to his feet they hung: fierce in his hand He grasp'd a glittering spear, and join'd the guards. Wakeful in arms they sate, a faithful band, As watchful dogs protect the fleecy train, When the stern lion, furious for his prey, Rushes through crashing woods, and on the fold Springs from some mountain's brow, while mingled Of men and bounds alarm: to every sound [eries Faithful they turn so through the gloom of night They cast their view, and caught each noise of Troy.
Now met th' illustrious synod; down they sate, Down on a spot of ground unstain'd with blood, Where vengeful Hector from the slaughter stay'd His murderous arm, when the dark veil of night Sabled the pole: to whom thus Nestor spoke :
"Lives there a son of Fame so nobly brave, That Troy-ward dares to trace the dangerous way, To seize some straggling foe? or learn what Troy. Now meditates? to pour the flood of war Fierce on our fleet, or back within her walls Lead her proud legions? Oh! what fame would crown The hero thus triumphant, prais'd o'er Earth Above the sons of men! And what rewards Should he receive! From every grateful peer A sable ewe, and lamb, of highest worth Memorial; to a brave, heroic heart The noblest prize! and at the social feast Amongst the great, be his the seat of Fame."
Abash'd they sate, and ev'n the brave knew fear. Not so Tydides: unappall'd he rose, And nobly spoke! "My soul! Oh! reverend sage, Fires at the bold design; through yon black host Venturous I bend my way; but if his aid Some warrior lend, my courage might arise To nobler heights: the wise by mutual aid Instruct the wise, and brave men fire the brave."
Fierce at the word upstarted from the ground The stern Ajaces, fierce bold Merion rose, And Thrasymedes, sons of War: nor sate The royal Spartan, nor great Nestor's heir, Nor greater Ithacus; his manly heart Swell'd at the view of fame.Elate with joy Atrides saw; and, "Oh! thou best of friends, Brave Diomed," he cries, "of all the peers Chuse thou the valiantest: when merit pleads, Tities no deference claim; high birth and state To valour yield, and worth is more than power."
Thus, fearing for his brother, spoke the king, Not long for Diomed dispels his fears.
"Since free my choice, can I forget a friend, The man, for wisdom's various arts renown'd; The man, whose dauntless soul no toils dismay, Ulysses, lov'd by Pallas? through his aid, Though thousand fires oppose, a thousand fires Oppose in vain, his wisdom points the way."
"Nor praise, nor blame," the hero strait replies; "You speak to Greeks, and they Ulysses know:
But haste; swift roll the hours of night, the mera
Swift at the word they sheathe their manly limbs Horrid in arms: a two-edg'd sword and shield Nestor's bold son to stern Tydides gave;
A tough bull's hide his ample helmet form'd,
Tydides caught the word; and, "Oh!" he cries, Virgin armipotent, now grant thy aid, As to my sire. He by the gulphy flood Of deep Esopus left th' embattled bands Of Greece in arms, and to imperial Thebes Bore terms of peace; but, as from haughty Thebes Alone he journey'd, deeds, heroic deeds, His arm achiev'd, for Tydeus was thy care: Thus guard his offspring, Oh! stern queen of arms; So shall an heifer on thy altars bleed, Young and untam'd; to thee her blood I pour, And point her lunar horns with burnish'd gold."
Thus pray the chiefs, and Pallas hears their prayera Then, like two lions through the shades of night, Dauntless they stride along; and hold their way Through blood, and mangled limbs, o'er arms and "Nor pass they far, e'er the sagacious eye [death, Of Ithacus discerns a distant foe Coasting from Troy, and thus to Diomed:
"See! o'er the plain some Trojan bends this way, Perhaps to spoil the slain! or to our host Comes he a spy? Beyond us o'er the field 'Tis best he pass, then sudden from behind Rush we precipitant; but if in flight His active feet prevail, thy spear employ To force him on our lines, lest hid in shades, Through the dusk air he re-escape to Troy."
Then conching to the ground, ambush'd they lay Behind a hill of slain, onward the spy Incessant mov'd: he pass'd, and now arose The fierce pursuers. Dolon heard the sound Of trampling feet, and panting, listening stood; Now reach'd the chiefs within a javelin's throw, Stern foes of Dolon! swift along the shores He wing'd his flight, and swift along the shores They still pursued: as when two skilful hounds Chase o'er the lawn the hare or bounding roe, Still from the sheltering brake the game they turn, Stretch every nerve, and bear upon the prey!
So ran the chiefs, and from the host of Troy
To whom Ulysses artfully: "Be bold: Far hence the thought of death! but instant say Why thus alone in the still hours of night While every eye is clos'd? to spoil the slain Com'st thou rapacious? or some nightly spy By Hector sent? or has thy venturous mind Impell'd thee to explore our martial bands ?”
"By Hector sent, and by rewards undone," Returns the spy, (still as he spoke he shook) "I come unwilling: the refulgent car He promis'd, and immortal steeds that bear To fight the great Achilles: thus betray'd, . Through the dun shades of night I bend my way Unprosperous, to explore the tented host
Of adverse Greece, and learn if now they stand Wakeful on guard, or, vanquish'd by our arms, Precipitant desert the shores of Troy."
To whom with smiles of scorn the sage returns:
*Bold were thy aims, O youth! But those proud
Blaze frequent, Trojans wake to guard their Troy;
"Along the sea-beat shores," returns the spy, "The Leleges and Carians stretch their files; Near these the Caucons, and Pelasgian train, And Poons, dreadful with the battle-bow, Extended lie; on the Thymbrean plain The Lycians and the Mysians in array Spread their deep ranks: There the Mæonian bands, And Phrygians, range the fiery steeds of war. But why this nice Inquiry? If your way
Venturous you bend to search the host of Troy,
He spoke terrific: and as Dolon rais'd Suppliant his humble hands, the trenchant blade Sheer through his neck descends; the furious blow Cleaves the tough nerves in twain; down drops the And mutters unintelligible sounds. [head, Strait they despoil the dead: the wolf's grey hide They seize, the helm, the spear, and battle-bow: These, as they dropp'd with gore, on high in air Ulysses rais'd, and to the martial maid Thus lowly consecrates: Stern power of war, Virgin armipotent, receive these arms, Propitious to my vows, thee, goddess, thee Chiefly I call: direct our prosperous way To pierce the Thracian tents, to seize the steeds Of Rhesus, and the car that flames with gold."
Then fierce o'er broken arms, through streams of blood
They move along: now reach the Thracian bands
By every Thracian stood: Rhesus their king
And his proud steeds were rein'd behind his car.
The sage unbinds, and instant with his bow