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Pretending love, and hymeneal rite,
O’ercome with toil, and gently laid her down The treacherous Piet with meditated force, In the embowering shade: the dew of sleep Bore Ethelind, her country's justest pride, Fell on her weary cyes; then pleasing dreams Peerless and fair; a thousand heroes fought Began to lay the tempest in her mind, For her to death, fierce laging round the walls Calming from troubled thoughts: to regal pomp Of lofty Cameldoun: the guilty prince
She seems restor'd, her brother's fate reveug'd, Had dearly paid the price of faith forsworn, The tyrant slain: she dream'd till morn arose, But, studious of new frauds, within his walls The fifth that rose, since from Cameldoun's walls Ile invites the Scotish train, friendly to meet She bent her flight; the cheerful day invites, In amicable talk; täir Ethelind
From fair Dundalgan's ever-sunny towers, To be the pledge of future peace, and join Mildred t'arise, who oft in fields of death 'The warring nations, in eternal league
Victorious, led the Picts embattled race, Of love connubial: the unweeting king
Illustrious chief! He to the hilly height, Enter'd the hostile gates; with feast and song His morning walk, pleas'd with the season fair, The towers resound, till the dark midnight hour Betakes him musing: there it was he saw Awake the murderers: in slecp he fell
Fair Ethelind, surpris'd as Hengist's son With all his peers, in early lite, and left
Elfred asleep bebeld, when as she fled llis vow'd revenge, and sister unredeem'd.
From Saxony, to shun a step-dame's rage “Now was the royal virgin lett expoa'd That sought her life, he with prevailing words To the fell victor's lust, no friend to aid,
Wou'd the consenting maid: nor less anaz'd Her brother slain, and fierce and mighty chiefs The Pictish leader saw the beauteous form. That warrd in ber defence: bow could, alas! Fixt in surprise, and ardent gaze, he stood Unshelter'd helpless Imocence resist
Wondering! his beating heart with joy o’erflow'd. Tb'infernal ravisher? With stediast mind
He led her blushing from the sacred grove She scorn'd his protfor'd love; by virtue's aid In bashful modesty, and doubting joy Triumphant o'er his lust. In vain with tear's Chaslis'd with fear, alternate in her breast, And rough complaint that spuke a savage heart, Poor lovely mourner! to his parents show'd Surore le to gain and woo her to his will:
The beauteous stranger; they, in age rever'd, In vain, enray'd and ruthless in his love,
Lift up their trembling hands, and blest the maid, He threaten'd. Deathi disdain'd, force was the last, Best workmanship of Heav'n! The youthful chick but that her arm oppos'd, resolvd to strike Transported every day his guest beheld, The poniard in her breast, her virtue's guard. And every day belield, with new delight, All arts thus tried in vain, at last, inccns'd, Her winning graces mild, and form divine, Deep in a dungeon, from the cheerful light That drew with soft attraction. Kindling love Par, far remov'd, the wretched maid he threw Inlau'd his soul: still vew delays he frames Deplorable; dooin'd in that dwelling drear To gain a longer stay, ere he restore
To waste her anxious days and sleepless nights, The beauteous exile to her native land, Aiguish extreme! ah, bow unlike those hours His promis'd faith. The story of her woes, That in her father's palace wont to pass
He o'er and o'er demands; she pleas'd relates In festival and dance! Her piteous shrieks Her past adventures sad, but, prudent, kept Mov'd her steru kieper's heart, secret he frees Unknown her royal race; the ardent youth TR' imprison'd maid; and to the king relates Hangs on the speaker's lips, still more and more ller death, dissembling. Then wiih fell despite Enamourd of her charms, by courtly derd And rage, inflam'd for unenjoyed love,
He sought the virgin's love; by prayers and for The inovarch storin'd, be loath'd his food, and fled Won to consent. The nuptial day arose, All human converse, frustrate of his will. [walls | Awak'd by music's sound; the pow'rs invok'd
“ Meanwhile the nymph forsakes the hostile To bless the hallow'd rite, and happy night Flying by night; through pathless wilds unknowu That to his arms bestow'd the much-lov'd maid, Guideless she wanders, in her frighted ears The gift of Heav'n: then gladness fill'd his heart Still hears the tyrant's voice, in fancy views Unspeakable, as when the sapient king, His form terrific, and his dreaded front
The son of David, on the happy day Severe in frowns; her tender heart is vex'd Of his espousals, when his mother bound With every fear, and oft desires to die.
His brow in regal gold, delighted saw Now day return’d, and cheerful light began His fair Egyptian bride adorn'd with all T'adorn the Heav'ns; lost in the hills, she knew Perfection, blooming in celestial sweets. No certain path; around the dreary waste
“ While thus the royal exile lir'd remote, Eending her weeping eye, in vain requir'd In Hymeu's softest joys, the Scotisha chiefs Fler native fields, Dunstafsnage' well-known tow'rs, Prepare for battle, studious to redeem lud high Edesta's walls, her father's reign. Their captive queen, unknowing of her fate;
“ Three days the royal wanderer bore the heat | With just success unbless'd, discomfited Intensely fervent, and three lonesome nights They fell in ruthless fight, their mighty men, Wet with the chilling dews; the forest oak Unworthy bondage! helpless exiles sold supplied her food, and at the running stream, To foreign lands. The Pictish king enrag'd Patiept, she slak'd her thirst. But when the fourth Collects an host, embattled as the sands rose; descending from the Ochell height, Along the Solway coast, from all the bounds The flowery fields beneath, she wander'd long Of his wide empire: Brica's rising towurs, Erronecus, disconsolate, forlorn.
And Jeda's ancient walls, once scat of kings, iemne's stream she pass'd, a rising bill
With Eden rais'd on rocks, and Camelloun, Siinod on the bank oppos’d, adorn’d with trees, Send forth their chiefs and citizens to war, then, sa ibau scene! Thither she bent her tiight, Pour'd through their lofty gates. What augue O royal virgin! vex'd thy tender heart,
The wondrous work of Fate; now she relates
Forsouk of all his peers, for fierce assault
Himself, as furious in the front he warr'd,
“ The monarch slain, the Pictish chiefs, that late In supplicating tears; he grieves to see
Forsook the noisy camp, convene within
In leagues of mutual peace; in every fane
Their vows, their queen restor'd, and with her
Illuminated bright. The diadem
Instar'd with diamoud gems and Aaming gold,
Magnificent! by Scotia's monarchs worn
Encircling, shines; her native peers around,
Pleas'd with her heavenly smiles, her gentle look,
The sceptre to her hands; the precious stones
Joyful they cry, ‘hail! to thy own return'd,
In celebrated rites; when morn arose
Her marshall'd chiefs:-thus ended all her woes.
Peace flourish'd in her reign: three sons she bore,
With all the train of beauties that adora
The Scotish prowess twice v'erthrew the Dane
In bloody conflict, from our fatal shore
In ruthless battle by ignoble hands
His equals shone, and won the princely maid
Descend a thousand chiefs, that lineal heir'd Flying the morarch's rage: the beauteous queen The virtues of their sire: witness the fields Rejoices to behold her native walls,
Of Loncart, and the streams that purple ran Exild so long: her peers with lifted hands With stains of Danish blood: the brazen spears Extoli’d the bounteous powrs, their queen return'd, And crested helins, and antique shields, the spoils
Of chiefs in battle slain, hung on the roof; For thee no sun the ripening gem refin'd;
No bleating innocence the fleece resign'd:
O'er thy faint limbs the oil's refreshing show'r: A glorious fate, when godlike Wallace fought; His bed the flinty rock; his drink, bis food, He, firm adherer to the nobler cause,
The running brook, and berries of the wood. Shar'd all his toils, and bled in all his fights, What have we added to this plain account? Till Falkirk saw him fall; with Graham he fell, What passions? what desires? a huge amount! Wallace his bold compeer, whom, great in arms, Cloth’d, fed, warm’d, cool'd, each by his brotier's Wallace alone surpast. With martial thoughts Welite upon the wide creation's spoil, He fir'd my youthful mind, and taught betimes Quit, monarch, quit thy vain superfluous pride; To build my glory on my country's love, Lay all toy foreign ornaments aside: His great example! To thy native reign
Bid art no more its spurious gifts supply; If thee, thy fate propitious to the good,
Be man, mere man; thirst, hunger, griere, and die. Restor'd, he enjoin'd me to unite my force, From foreign victors to retrieve again Thy ravish'd kingdoms: then this sword he gave
IN IMITATION OF HAMLET.
My anxious soul is tore with doubtful strife, De enerate from his sire, tu wield in vain
And hangs suspended betwixt death and life; A father's gift. In me, () Bruce! bebold
Life! death! dread objects of mankind's debate; A willing warrior, from Bodotria's stream
Whether superior to the shocks of fate, 1 lead my native bands, hardy and bold,
To bear its fiercest ills with stedfast mind,
To Nature's order piously resigo'd,
Return her back th' injurious giit again.
Were but to close one's eyes, and be no more; Arcept thy monarca's trauks-Welcome thyself, From pain, from sickness, sorrows, safe withdrawa, Welcome thy sequent chiefs, thy country sore lu nicht eternal that shall know no daut; Oppress'd by dire usurpers, now demands
This dread, imperial, wordrous fraine of man, Warriors like thee, where death and bloodshed reign Lost in still nothing, whence it first began: In conflict stern; do thou approve thy might Yes, if the grave such quiet could supply, Above thy fellas, by transcendant acts
Devotion's self might even dare to die, To Fame endear’d; she, on thy praise well-pleas'd Lest hapless vietors in the mortal strife, Constant to hell, shall rear thee up on high Through death we struggle but to second life. The lolliest brauch, t'acord thy ancient stem.” But, fearful here, though curious to explore,
He spake, and gave the youth his plighted hand, Thought pauses, trembling on the hither shore: Pledge of benevolence and kind intent;
What scenes may rise, awake the human fear; The chiefs around einbrace and glad receive Being again resum'd, and God more near; The youthiul champion, worthy of his race, If awful thunders the new guest appal,
Or the soft voice of gentle mercy call.
To lowest infamy gives power to charm,
And strikes the dagger froin the boldest arm.
God, Nature, reason, all will have it so:
Learn by this sacred horrour, well supprest,
Each fatal purpose in the traitor's breast. “ Is man no more than this? Consider him well. This damps revenge with salutary fear,
Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, And stops ambition in its wild career, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume:--Ha! Till virtue for itself begin to move, here's three of us are sophisticated !- Thou art
And servile fear exalt to filial lore. the thing itself: unaccommodated man is no
Then in thy breast let calmer passions rise, more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as
Pleas'd with thy lot on Earth, absolve the skies. thou art.-Off,off, you lendings; come, unbutton The ills of life see Friendship can divide; here,”
See angels warring on the good man's side.
Alone to Virtue happiness is given, See where the solitary creature stands,
On Earth self-satisfied, and crown'd in Heaven Such as he issued out of Nature's hands; No hopes he knows, no fears, no joys, no cares, Nor pleasure's poison, nor ambition's snares;
WRITTEN IN JURE, 1746.
MYSTERIOUS iomate of this breast,
TAKING A VIEW OF MAN FROM THE SIDE OF
With thee I claim celestial birth,
If join’d to make up virtue's glorious tale,
A weak, but pious aid can angbt avail,
Each sacred study, each diviner pige Now in this sad and dismal hour
That once inspir'd my youth, shall soothe my age. Of multiply'd distress,
Deaf to ambition, and to interest's call; Has any former thought the pow'r
Honour my titles, and enough my all; To make thy sorrows less?
No pinp of pleasure, and uo siave of state,
Serene from fools, and guiltless of the great, When all around thee cruel snares
Some calın and undisturb'd retreat I'll choose Threaten thy destin'd breath,
Dear to myself and friends. Perhaps the Muse And every sharp reflection bears
May grant, while all my thoughts her charms emWant, exile, chains, or death.
If not a future fame, a present joy, [ploy,
Pure from each feverish hope, each neak desire; Can aught that past in youth's fond reign Thoughts that improve, and slumbers that inspire, Thy pleasing vein restore,
A steadfast peace of mind, rais'd far above Lives beauty's gay and festive train
The guilt of hate and weaknesses of love; In memory's soft store?
Studious of life, vet free from anxious care, Or does the Muse? 'Tis said her art
To others candid, to my self severe: Can fiercest pangs appease;
Filial, submissive to the Sovereign Will,
Glad of the good, and patient of the ill; Can she to thy poor trembling heart
I'll work in narrow sphere what Heaven approves, Now speak the words of peace?
Abating hatreds, and increasing loves, Yet she was wont at early dawn
My friendship, studies, pleasures, all my own, To whisper thy repose,
Alike to envy and to fame upknowo: Nor was her friendly aid withdrawu
Sach in som• best asylum let ine lie, At grateful evening's close.
Take of my fill of life, and wait, not wish to die.
Thrice happy he! whom thy paternal love
Allows to tread the radiant courts alwve,
To range the clines where pure enjoyınents grow, Can change to gladness every moan, And banish all my fear.
Where blessings spring, and endless pleasures flow:
Awful in majesty thy glories shine, Thoarm, all-powerful to save,
Thy mercy speaks its author all divine. May every doubt destroy ;
Thy tender and amazing care is own'd, And, from the horrours of the grave,
Where-e'er old Ocean walks his wavy round; New raise to life and joy.
Those that explore the terrours of the main,
Embroii'd with storms, in search of paltry gain, From this, as from a copious spring,
Where tides encounter with tumultuonis roar, Pure consolation flows;
Derive their safety from thy boundless pow'r: Makes the faint heart midst sufferings sing, Within their stated mounds thy nod contains And midst despair repose.
The lawless waves, where headlong tumult reigns;
At thy despotic call the rebels cease, Yet from its creature, gracious Heaven,
Sink to a smiling calm, and all is peace. Most merciful and just,
'Those that inhabit Earthi's remotest bound, Asks but, for life and safety given,
Trembling survey thy terrours all around,
When kindling meteors redden in the air,
Night with her solemn gloom adores a God,
And spreads her sable horrours at his nod,
Whole nature cheerful owns her Maker's voice, Through life's strange mystic paths how mankind Each creature smiles, and all his works rejoice. A contradiction still in all their ways; (strays! | Thy bounty streains in soft descending showers, In youth's gay bloom, in wealth's insulting hour, And wakens into bloom the drooping flowers; As Heav'n all mercy was, they live secure; Pregnant on bigh thy cloudy cisterns move, Yet full of fears, and anxious doubts expire, And pour their genial treasures froin above; And in the awful judge forget the Sire.
Earth siniles, array'd in all her youthful charms, Fair virtue then with faithful steps pursue,
Her flowery infants upe their blushing arms, The good deeds many, thy offences few;
And kindling life each vernal blussom warms. That at the general doom thou may'st appear
Thus the glad year, with circling mercies crown'd, With filial hope to soothe thy conscious fear; Enjoys thy goodness in an endless round. Then to perpetual bliss expect to live,
Whene'er thou smil'st, fresh beauties paint the Thy Saviour is thy judgc, and may forgive. And fluwers awakçu'd vegetate to birth. [Earth,
The dreary wilds, where no delights are found, But who is he the virgin leads,
O'er each manly shoulder drawn?
Who, clad in robe of scarlet grain,
Behind his back a quiver hung,
The azure feathers girt with goid :-
Joys unfeign'd and chaste desires:
Fantastic by thyself, and vain,
If Fate be to my wishes kind,
0! may 1 find you ever join'd;
My humble roof come ye pot nigh.
The spell works on : yet stop the day
The woven arbourette of love;
Flow's spring unbidden o'er the ground,
And more than Nature plants around.
Still, still th' enchanting vision glows;
And now I gaze o'er all her charms, To don what shapes thou pleasest most;
Now sink transported in her arms. Brandish no more thy scorpion stings
Oh sacred energy divine ! Around the destin'd couch of kings;
All these enraptur'd scenes are thine. Nor in Rebellion's ghastly size
Hail! copious source of pure delight; A dire gigantic spectre rise:
All hail! thou heaven-revealed rite; Cease, for a while, in rooms of state
Endearing Truth thy train attends, To damp the slumbers of the great;
And thou and meek-ey'd Peace are friends: In Merit's lean-look'd form t'appear,
Closer entwine the magic bow'r; And holla“ traitor" in their car:
Thick rain the rose-empurpled shoirir: Or Freedom's holier garb belie,
The mystic joy impatient flies While Justice grinds her axe fast by:
Th'unhallow'd gaze of vulgar eyes. Nor o'er the miser's eye-lids pour
Unenvied let the rich and great The unrefreshing golden show'r;
Turmoil without, and parcel Fate, Whilst, keen th’ unreal bliss to feel,
Indulging here, in bliss supreme, His breast bedews the ruffian steel.
Might I enjoy the golden dream: With these, (when next thou tak’st thy round) But, ah! the rapture must not stay; The thoughts of guilty Pride confound:
For see! she glides, she glides away. These swell the horrours and affright
Oh Fancy ! why didst thou decoy Of Conscience'keen condemning night.
My thoughts into this dream of joy, For this (nor, gracious pow'r! repine)
Then to forsake me all alone, A gentler ministry be thine:
To mourn the fond delusion gone? Whate'er inspires the poet's theme,
O! back again, benigu, restore Or lover's hope-enliven'd dream.
The pictur'd vision as before.
Yes, yes: once more I fold my eyes;
Ideas bland! where do ye rore?
Why fades my visionary grove? That Envy's guiltiest wish disarm,
Ye fickle troop of Morpheus' train, And view benign a kindred charm:
Then will you, to the proud and vaia, Call all the Graces from thy store,
From me, fantastic, wing your flight, Till thy creative pow'r be o'er;
Tadorn the dream of false delight? 'Bid her each breathing sweet dispense,
But now, seen in Monimia's air, And robe in her own innocence.
Can you assume a form less fair, My wish is giv'n: the spells begin;
Some idle beauty's wish supply, Th’ideal world awakes within ;
The mimic triumphs of her eye? The lonely void of still repose
Grant all to me this live-long night, Pregnant with some new wonder grows:
Let charms detain the rising light; See, by the twilight of the skies,
For this one night my liveries wear, The beauteous apparition rise;
And I absolve you for the year. Slow in Monimia's form, along
What time your poppy-crowned god Glides to the harmony of song,
Sends his truth-telling scouts abroad,