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'Tis true thy charms, O powersal maid,
When youthful years, a foe to lonely nights, To life can bring the silent shade:
Impel young hearts to Hymen's chaste delights, Thou canst surpass the painter's art,
I view'd th'admiring train with equal eye, And real warmth and flames impart.
True to each hope, and faithful to each sigh: But oh! it ne'er can love like me,
The happy hours of admiration past, l've ever lov’d, and lov'd but thee:
The hand of nuptial love was given at last; Then, charıner, grant my fond request,
Not to the faithful vouch my charms inspir'd,
Nor those who sougat my cliarms, nor who admir'd;
Who neither knew to love, or be belor'd,
Approv'd me not, and just not disapprov'd,
Nor warmth pretended, nor affection show'd;
Ask'd, not implor'u ; I vieleled, not bestos'd: While crown'd with radiant charms divine, Without or hopes or fears I join'd his side, Unnumber'd beauties round thee shine;
His mistress never, and but scarce his bride. When Erskine lears her happy man,
No joys at home, abroad was only show; And Johnstone shakes the fiuttering fan;
I neither gain'd a friend, por lost a fox: When beauteous Pringle shmes confest,
For, lost alike to pleasure, love, and fame, And gently heaves her swelling breast,
My person he enjoys, and I his name. Her raptur'd partner still at gaze,
Yet patient still I lead my anxious life, Pursuing through each winding maze;
Pleas'd that I'm call'd my tormal husband's wife.
THE YOUNGEST GRACE.
ADDRESSED TO A LADY, WHO HAD JUST FINISHED And yielding to lore's gentle sway,
HER FIFTEENTH YEAR.
His saltem accumulem donis, et fungar inasi How shali ste e'er belicve again?
Virg. Euelde For me, my happier lut decrees
As heauty's queen in her aèrial ha'l The joy's of love that constant please;
Sublimely seated on a golden throne, A warm, benign, and geative Dame,
Before her high tribunal samnon'd all
Who or on earth, sea, ait, lier empire oro;
First came her son, her pow'r, her darling boss Which warring passions bourly raise,
Whose gentlest breath can raise the timest dane, A short and momentary blaze.
Oft working mischief, though his end be jov, My Hume, my beauteous Hume! constrains
And though devoid of sight, yet sure of an. My heart in voluntary chains: Well-pleas'd, for her iny voice I raise;
With him, his youthful consort, sad no more, For daily joys claim da ly praise.
Psyche, infranchis'd from all mortal pain, Can I forsake the fair, complete
Who, every trial of obedience o'er, In all that's soft, and all that's sweet;
Enjoys the blessings of the heavenly reign. Wheo Heav'n bas in her forin combin'd 'The scatter'd graces of her kind?
Next, as it well beseein'd, the tuneful Nine, Has she not all the charms that lie
Daughters of memory, and dear to Jure, In Gordon's blush, and Lockhart's eye;
Who, as they list, the liearts of men incline The down of lovely Haya's hair,
To wit, to music, poetry, or love. Killoclija's shape, or Cockbwn's air?
She who with milder breath inspiring fills, Can time to love a period bring
Than ever Zephyr knew, the heart-born site Of charms, for ever in their spring?
Or else from Nature's preguant source distil "Tis destb alone the lover frees,
The tender drops that swell the love-sick efe. Who loves so long as she can please.
Or she who from her copions store affords,
When love decrees, the faithful youth to bless, ÍNDIFFERENCE.
The sacred energy of melting words,
In the dear hour and season of success.
Last in the train two sisters fair appear'd, (svext; Chief of Edina's fair I fourish'd long,
Sorrowing they seem'd, yet seeu'd their sostor Fist in the dance, the visit, and the song;
Nor ever from the ground their eyes they reard, Beauty, good-nature, in my form combin'd,
Nor tripp'd, as they were wont, on snory it My body one adorn’d, and one my inind.
The Cyprian goddess cast her eyes around,
And gaz'd o’er all, with ever new delight; 1 Henry Home, afterwards Lord Kames. See So bright an host was no where to be found: Life of Hamilton. C.
Her heart dilates, and glories in its might.
But when without their lov'd companion dear Hermes, sly god, resolv'd thy spleen to hit,
Thry spleen, but, of itself, too apt to move;
Prone to offend with ott-mistaking wit, What might befal the youngest of the band : That soe perverse to nature and to love. “ Ah! whither is retir'd my darling joy,
“ Much gloz'd he spiteful, how rebellious vonth, My youngest Grace, the pride of all my reign,
Lost to thy fear, and recrcant from thy name, First in my care, and ever in my eye,
Fal to the interest of the heart, and truth, Why is she now the lag of all my train?
On foreign altars kindles impious flame. "Ah me! some danger threats my Cyprian state,
“Much gloz'd he tauntful, how to nobler ainis Which, goldess as I am, I can't foresee;
The youth awakening from each female wile, Some dire disaster labours, (ah, my fate!)
No longer met in love's opprobrious fames, To wrest love's sceptre troin my son and me.”
Slaves to an eye, or vassals to a smile.
“ Now fifteen years the still-returning spring She wept: not more she wept, when first her eyes Saw low in dust her llion's towery pride;
With flow's the bosom of the earth has sow'd,
As oft the groves heard Philomela sing,
And trees have paid the fragrant gifts they ow'd,
“Since our dear sister left the heavenly bow'rs:
In my last deed my greatness shall be seen: She should be bom in high Elina's tow'rs,
To thee far dearer than all other lands.
“ There, clad in mortal form, she lies conceal'l,
So fair was ne'er to dreaming bard reveald,
" Where'er the beauteous heart-compeller moves,
She scatters wide perdition all around :
Biest with celestial form, and crown'd with loves,
No single breast is refractory found.
“Vain Pallas now th'unequal confict shuns; Brought back the anarchy of Chaos old:
Vain are the terrours of her gorgon shield : When Cupid keen unlocks his feather'd store,
Wit bends; but chief Apollo's yielding sons :
To thy fair doves Juno's proud peacocks yield.
“ No rival pow'rs thy envied cmpire share; The Loves, the Graces, and the Smiles in ire:
Revolted mortals crowd again thy sbrine;
Duteous to love, and every pleasing care,
All hearts are hers, and all her heart is thine.
By her thou triumph'st o'er this subject ball;
Whilst men (the secret of the skies unknown)
The beauteous apparition Laura call."
LOVE TURNED TO DESPAIR.
I love, I love no more ;
Slave pass'd the roses of thy lips unweigh'l? More wretched than before?
Thy son, thy pride, thy own Cupido reigns; From lore's tormenting care,
Mighty on thrones, and gentle on the plains, Instead of tierce despair?
But ah ! how ill is he releas'd,
Though love a tyrant reigus,
Thou shar'd'st the honours of'th'ambrosial feast? Redoubles all his pains:
In vain attempts the woeful wight,
That would despair remove:
Than all the loins of lore:
Thus the poor wretch that lost his dom
The care of gardens, and the garden's pride
To rear the blooming flowers, invites the Muse; Well hop'd I once that constancy
A grateful task! To thee, O Humne, she sings, Might sosten rigour's frown,
Well-pleas'd amid the verdant walks to stray Would from the chains of hate set free,
With thee, her chief delight, when summer smiles. And pay my ransom down:
Come now, my love, nor fear the winter's rage;
For see, the winter's past, the rains are gone: But, ah! the judge is too severe,
Behold, the singing of the birds is now, I sink beneath his ire;
Season benign: the joyous race prepare The sentence is gone forth, to bear
Their nalive inelody, and warbling airs Despair's eternal fire.
Are heard in every grove: the flowers appear,
Earth's smiling offspring, and the beauteous meade The hopes of sinners, in the day.
Are cloth'd in pleasant green : now fruitful trees Of thcir fears abate;
Put forth their tender buds that soon sball swell grare, But every hope flies far away,
With rich nectareous juice, and woo thy hand When mercy shuts ber gate:
To pluck their ripen'd sweets. Forsake a while
The noise of cities, and with me retire The sinallest alms could oft suffice
To rural solitude. Lo! for thy head Love's hunger to assuage;
I weave a garland, deck'd with vernal flowers, Despair, the worm that never dies,
Violet, and hyacinth, and blushing rose
Of every rich perfume ; here in this calm
Sweet'ner of human cares. But thou perhaps
Delight'st to bear the voice that bids thee come
The rapturid youth, that at assembly hour
Awaits thy coming: haste, adorn'd in all Prepares to sing, their manners, and what law
Sweet sinelling in the morning dew, and fire The blameless race obey, their cares and loves.
His soul, ill able to resist such charms, O sacred virgin, that, to me unseen
Won with attractive smiles; while I far off Yet present, whispers nightly in my ear
Bemoan thy absence, and thy image form Love-dited song or tale of inartial knight,
In every thicket and each secret grove, As best becomes the time, and aidful grants
To soothe my longing mind by fancy's aid, Celestial grace implor'd: 0! bounteous, say
Pleasing resemblance! until thou thyself, What favourite maid in her first bloom of youth
O fairest among women, deign to grace Wilt choose to honour? Seem I not to see
The bower that lore prepares, from me to learn The laurel shake, and hear the voice divine
The care and culture of the flowery kind,
THE EPISODE OF THE THISTLE. Pure and unstain'd with jealous fear of change;
FLOWERS, BOOK I.
Nor to the garden sole where fair resides
As from the womb spring up, and wide perfume Sweetness thy handmaid, and, with beauty, clothes | Their cradles with ambrosial sweets around. As with the morning's robe invested round: Far as the eye can reach all Nature smiles, () come, again invok'd, and smiling lend
Hill, dale, or vailey, where a lucid stream Thy pleas'd attention, whilst in figurd silk Leads through the level-down his silver maze, Thy knowing needle plants th' embroider'd flower Gliding with even pace, direct, as one As in its native bed: so may'st thou find
On journey bent, and now meandering fair, Delight perpetual and th’inclining car
Unnumber'd currents to and fro convolv'd, Of Heav'n propitious to thy maiden vow,
His pastime, underneath the azure green When thou shalt seek from love a youth adorn'd The wanton fishes sport; and round his banks, With all perfection, worthy of thy choice,
Sole or in consort, the aërial kind To bless thy night of joy and social care.
Resound in air with song: the wild thyme here O happy he, for whom the vow is made!
Breathes fragrance, and a thousand glittering
Art never so:v'd. Er'n here the rising weed By the disposing will of gracious Heav'n The landscape paints; the lion's yellow tooth, Ordain'd the prince of peace, fair Ethelind, The enameli'd daisy, with its rose adorn'd Grace of the Pictish throne, in rosy youth The prickly briar, and the Thistle rude,
Of beauty's bloom, in his young heart inspird An armed warrior, with his host of spears.
Spousal-desires, soft love, and dove-ey'd peace, Tbrice happy plant! fair Scotia's greatest pride, Ker dowry. Then his hyineneal torch Emblem of modest valour, unprovok'u
Concord high brandish'd; and in bonds of love That harmeth not; provok’l, that will not bear Link'd the contending race. But, ah! how vain Wrong unreveng'd. What though the humble root Hopes mortal man, his joys on Earth to last Dishonour'd erst, the growth of every field Perpetual and sincere: for Athelstane, Arose unheeded through the stubborn soil
Fierce from the conquest of great Alured, Jejune! though softer towers, disdainful, fly Northumbrian ruler, came. On Tweda's shore Thy fellowship, nor in the nosegay join,
Full twenty thousand brazen spears he fixt, Ill-match'd compeers; not less the dews of Heav'n Shining a deathful view; dis nay'd the brave Bathe thy rough cheeks, and wash thy warlike mail, Erst undismay'd: ev’n he their warlike chief, Gift of indulgent skies ! Though lily pure
Hangus, in arms a great and mighty name, And rose of fragrant leaf, best represent
Felt his fierce heart suspended, if to meet Maria's snowy breast and ruddy cheek
Th’outra geous Saxon, dreadful in the ranks Blushing with bloom; though Ormond's laurel Of battle disarray’d. Suppliant of help, Sublimer braneh, indulging loftier shade (rear He sues the Scotish race, by friendly ties To heaven-instructed bard, that strings beneath, Adjur'd, and nuptial rites and equal fears. Melodious, his sounding wire, to tales
Led by their gallant prince, the chosen train Of beauty's praise, or from victorious camps Forsake their native walls. The glad acclaim Heroes returning fierce: unenvied may
Of shouting crowds, and the soft virgins' wish The snowy lily flourish round the brow
Pursue the parting chiefs to battle sent, Of Gallia's king; the thistle happier far
With omens not a verse. Darkness arose Exalted into noble fame, shall rise
O’er Heav'n and Earth, as now but narrow space Triumphant o'er each flower, to Scotia's bards Sunder'd each hostile force: sole in his tent Subject of lasting song, their monarch's choice; The youthful chief, the hope of Albion, lay Who, bounteous to the lowly weed, refus'd Slumbering secure, when in the hour of sleep Each other plant, and bade the Thistle wave,
A venerable form, Saint Andrew, seen Embroider'd, in his ensigns, wide display'd Majestic, solemn, grand, before his sight Among the mural breach. How oft, beneath In vision, stood: his deep and piercing eye Its martial influence, have Scotia's sons
Look'd wisdom, and mature sedateness weigh'd Through every age with dauntless valour fought To doubtful counsels; from his temples flow'd On every hostile ground! while o'er their breast, His bair, wbite as the snowy fleece that clothes Companion to the silver star, blest type
The Alpine ridge, across his shoulders hung Of fame unsullied and superior deed,
A baldric, where some heavenly pencil wrought Distinguish'd ornament! their native plant Th’events of years to come; prophetic drawn, Surrounds the sainted cross, with costly row
Seasons and times: in his right hand he held Of gems, emblaz'd, and flame of radiant gold, A cross, far beaming through the night; his left A sacred mark, their glory and their pride! A pointed thistle rear'd.
“ Fear not,” he cry'd, Bit wouldst thou know how first th' illustrious “ Thy country's early pride; for lo! to thee Rose to renown? hear the recording Muse! (plant Commission d I, from Heav'n's eternal king, While back through ages that have roll'd she leads Ethereal messenger of tidings glad, Th' inquiring eye, and wakens into life
Propitious now am sent:- then, be thou bold, Heroes and mighty kings whose god-like deels To morrow shall deliver to thy hand Are now no more; yet still the fame survives, The troops of Athelstane. But oh! attend, Victor o'er time, the triumph of the Muse! Instructed from the skies, the terms of fate,
As yet for love of arts and arms renown'd, Conditional assign'd; for if misled For boary sires with gifts of wisdom grac'd, By sacred lust of arbitrary sway, Unrival'd maids in beauty's bloom, desire
Thou, or of thee to come, thy race shall wage Of every eye, and youthful gallant chiefs
Injurious war, unrighteous to invade For courage fam'd and blest with sacred song, His reighbour's realms; who dares the guilty deed, Flourish’d, sublime, the Pictish throne; and shard, Him Heaven shall desert in needful hour Rival of Scotia's power, fair Caledon.
Of sad distress, deliverd o'er a prey Equals in sway, while both alike aspir'd
To all the nations round. This plant I bear, To single rule, disdaining to obey:
Expressive emblem of thy equal deed: Oft led by hate and thirst of dire revenge
This, inotiensive in its native tield, For ravish'd beauty, or for kindred slain,
Peaceful inhabitant, and lowly grows; Wide wasting others' realms with inroads fierce Yet who with hostile hands its bristly spears Until the Second Kenneth, great in arips, Unpunish'd may provoke and such be thou Brandish'd th' avenging sword, that low in dust Unprompt to invade, and active to defend; Humbled the baughty race: yet ort, of war
Wise fortitude! but when the morning flames, Wcary and havo k dire, in mutual blood
Secure in Heav'n, against yon fated host Embrull, the nations join'l in leagues of peace Go up, and overcome. When home return'd Short space enjoyid; wben nice suspicious fears, With triumph crown'd, grateful to me shalt rear By jealous love of empire bred, agair,
A rising temple on the destin'd space, With fatal brcaih, b'ew the dire tame of war, With lofty towers and battlements adorn'd, Rekindling fierce. Thus, when Achaius reign'd, A house where God shall dwell.” The vision spoke,
And mix'd with night, when starting from his couch The ordinance of Heav'n, and great decree,
The cheek of hoary age, when, as the Fates,
Of royalty despoild, by ruthless hands With social valour, by the vision fi:'d,
Fixt on a spear, the scoff of gazing crowds, The hopes of Caledon, the Scotish oak
Mean triumph, borne: then first the radiant cross Plies furious, that from the mighty's blood
Submitted in the dust, dishonour foul, Return'd not back unstain’d. Thus, when the seeds Her holy splendours; first, the thistle's spears Of fire and vitrous spime and grain adust, Broke by a hostile hand, the silver-star Sulphureous, distend Earth's hollow womb, Felt dim eclipse, and mouro'd in dark sojourn, Sicilian Etna labours to disgorge
A tedious length of years, till he, the fifth Dreadful eruption; from the smoking top
Triumphant James, of Stuart's ancient line, Flows down tbe molten rock in liquid ore, Restord the former grace, and bade it shine, A threefold current to the wasted plain,
With added gifts adorn'd. To chosen twelve, Each ravaging a separate way: so fought
Invested with the ornaments of fame,
Of evening blue, of sinple faith unstain'd
Approven chiefs ! how many sons, enrollid Against the chosen race of Judah, set
In the fair deathless list, has Scotia seen, The battle in array, and various chance
Or terrible in war for bold exploit? Alternate rul'd, wheo as the Sun went down, Blest champions! or in the mild arts of peace Aaron and Hur upstaid the failivg lands
Lawgivers wise, and of endanger'd rights Of Moses, to sustain the potent rod,
Firm guarilians in evil times, to death Till Israel overthrew: thus sore that day
Asserting Virtue's cause, and Virtue's train? The battle went against the numerous hosts Blest patronage! nor these, with envę, view Of Athelstane, impure; the daring chief, th’embroider'd garter to surround the knee Far from the slaughter borne, a swelling stream Of military chiefs of Brutus' blood; By sudden rains high surging o'er its banks, With equal honours grae'd, while monarchs bear Impervious to his flight, for ever sunk,
The consecrated cross, and happy plant Number'd amongst the dead. Then rout on rout, Bright on the regal robe; nor valued inore Confusion on confusion, will dismav,
Th' anointing oil of Hear'n! In Britain's shield And slaughter raging wide, o'ertun'd the bands The northern siar mingles with George's beams, Erewhile so proud array'd. Amaz'd they fell Consorted tight, and near Hibernia's harp, B före the Scotish sword; for from the su ord, Brearbing the spirit of peace and social lore, From the drawn sword, they fled, the bended bov, Harmonious power, the Scotish thistle fils The vietor's shout, and honour of the war. Distinguish'd place, and guards the English rose.
The royal youth, thus victor of his vous, Leads to his nat ve land with conquest crown's, His warring powers; nor oi the heavenly dream Unmindful, bare the promis'd towers aspire
TO A GENTLEMAN GOING TO TRAVEL With so em rites ipade sacred to the paine Of him in vision scen. Then to inspire
Trahit sua quemque voluptas. Love of hervic worth, and kindle seeds
Well, sung of old, in everlasting strains, Of virtuous emulation in the soul
Horace, sucet lyrist; wbile the Roman harp Ripening to de d, he crown'd his manly breast Ile string by Tyber's yellow bank, to charm With a refulgent star, and in the star
Tuscan Mecenas, thy well-judging ear; Amidst the rubies' biaze, distinguish'd shines How in life's journey, various wishes lead The sainted cross, around whose gollen verge Through different roads, to ditlirent ends, the race Th' embroider's thistle, bol st enclosure! winds Diverse of human kind. The hero inus A warlike foliage of ported spears
Careless of rest, ot' sultry Libyan heat Defencetui: last, partakers of his fame,
Patient, and Russian cold, to win renown; He adds a chosen train of gallant youths,
Mighty in arms, and wariike enterprise ; Iliustrious fellowship! above their peers
Vain efforts ! the coquetti b nyniph still fies Exalted eminent: the shining band,
Ilis swift pursuit, and jilts Ambition's hope. Dé ste to fame, along the crowded streets At home, ihis man with ease and plenty bless d Are leci, exulting, to the lofty tane With holy festival and ritual pomp
1 This refers to the story of King Alpin slaia by Installd, of solemn prayer, and offer'd vows the Picts, and his head fixed to a poies
. See Bum Inviolate, and sacred, to preserve
chanan, buok 5.