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Those seats, whence long excluded, thou must|'Tis long since Cynthia and her train were there, mourn:
Or guardian gods made innocence their care. That gate, for ever barr'd to thy return:
Vagrants and qutlaws shall offend thy view : Wilt thou not then bewail ill-fated love,
For such must be my friends, a hideous crew, And hate a banish'd man, condemn'd in woods to By adverse fortune mix'd in social ill, rove?
Train'd to assault, and disciplin'd to kill ;
Their common loves, a lewd abandon'd pack,
The beadle's lash still flagrant on their back:
By sloth corrupted, by disorder fed, From its decline determin’d to recede;
Made bold by want, and prostitute for bread : Did I but purpose to embark with thee
With such must Emma hunt the tedious day, On the smooth surface of a summer's sea ; Assist their violence, and divide their prey : While gentle zephyrs play in prosperous gales,
With such she must return at setting light,
Of jest obscene and vulgar ribaldry,
When from the cave thou risest with the day, Must hear the frequent oath, the direful curse,
Now, Emma, now the last reflection make, And, when thou frequent bring'st the smitten deer, What thou wouldst follow, what thou must for. (For seldom, archers say, thy arrows err)
Or yield thy virtue, to attain thy love;
Or leave a banish'd man, condemn'd in woods to The choicest herbs I to thy board will bring,
Too near the paths which Virtue bids thee shun.
By her own choice free Virtue is approv'd ;
Nor by the force of outward objects mov'd.
In vain the Syrens sing, the tempests beat: No longer shall thy comely tresses break
Their flattery she rejects, nor fears their threat. In flowing ringlets on thy snowy neck;
For thee alone these little charms I drest : Or sit behind thy head, an ample round,
Condemn’d them, or absolv'd them by thy test. In graceful braids with various ribbon bound : In comely figure rang'd my jewels shone, No longer shall the bodice aptly lac'd,
Or negligently plac'd for thee alone : From thy full bosom to thy slender waist, For thee again they shall be laid aside ; That air and harmony of shape express,
The woman, Henry, shall put off her pride Fine by degrees, and beautifully less :
For thee: my clothes, my sex, exchang'd for thee, Nor shall thy lower garments' artful plait, I'll mingle with the people's wretched lee: From thy fair side dependent to thy feet,
O line extreme of human infamy! Arm their chaste beauties with a modest pride, Wanting the scissars, with these hands I'll tear And double every charm they seek to hide. (If that obstructs my flight), this load of hair. Th'ambrosial plenty of thy shining hair, Black soot, or yellow walnut, shall disgrace Cropt off and lost, scarce lower than thy ear This little red and white of Emma's face. Shall stand uncouth: a horseman's coat shall hide These nails with scratches shall deform my breast, Thy taper shape, and comeliness of side :
Lest by my look or color be express'd The short trunk-hose shall show thy foot and knee The mark of aught high-born, or ever better dress'd. Licentious, and to common eye-sight free: Yet in this commerce, under this disguise, And, with a bolder stride and looser air,
Let me be grateful still to Henry's eyes; Mingled with men, a man thou must appear. Lost to the world, let me to him be known :
Nor solitude, nor gentle peace of mind, My fate I can absolve, if he shall own Mistaken maid, shalt thou in forests find : That, leaving all mankind, I love but him alone.
Why shouldst thou weep? let Nature judge our
I saw thee young and fair; pursued the chase O wildest thoughts of an abandon'd mind !
Of Youth and Beauty: I another saw
Fairer and younger: yielding to the law
Of our all-ruling mother, I pursued
More youth, more beauty: blest vicissitude !
My active heart still keeps its pristine flame;
The object alter'd, the desire the same.
This young&, fairer, pleads her rightful charms;
(If Beauty's force to constant love can bind,) No longer loose desire for constant love
That years may roll, ere in her turn the maid
Shall weep the fury of my love decay'd;
Nor can the wildness of thy wishes err
So wide, to hope that thou may'st live with he swords,
Cupid averse rejects divided vows : That Emma thus must die by Henry's words ?
Then, from thy foolish heart, vain maid, remox Yet what could swords or poison, racks or flame,
An useless sorrow, and an ill-starr'd love But mangle and disjoint this brittle frame!
And leave me, with the fair, at large in wooa More fatal Henry's words; they murder Emma's fame.
And fall these sayings from that gentle tongue, Where civil speech and soft persuasion hung; Whose artful sweetness and harmonious strain, Courting my grace, yet courting it in vain,
Are we in life through one great error led ? Call’d sighs, and tears, and wishes, to its aid ;
Is each man perjur’d, and each nymph betray'd, And, whilst it Henry's glowing flame convey'd,
Of the superior sex art thou the worst ? Sill blam'd the coldness of the Nut-brown Maid? Am I of mine the most completely curst? Let envious Jealousy and canker'd Spite
Yet let me go with thee ; and going prove, Produce my actions to severest light,
From what I will endure, how much I love. And tax my open day, or secret night.
This potent beauty, this triumphant fair Did e'er my tongue speak my unguarded heart
This happy object of our different care, The least inclin'd to play the wanton's part ?
Her let me follow; her let me attend Did e'er my eye one inward thought reveal, A servant (she may scorn the name of friend). Which angels might not hear, and virgins tell ?
What she demands, incessant I'll prepare : And hast thou, Henry, in my conduct known I'll weave her garlands; and I'll plait her hair : One fault, but that which I must never own,
My busy diligence shall deck her board, That I, of all mankind, have lov'd but thee alone? (For there at least I may approach my lord.)
And, when her Henry's softer hours advise
His servant's absence, with dejected eyes Vainly thou talk'st of loving me alone :
Far I'll recede, and sighs forbid to rise. Each man is man; and all our sex is one.
Yet, when increasing grief brings slow disease, False are our words, and fickle is our mind :
And ebbing life, on terms severe as these, Nor in Love's ritual can we ever find
Will have its little lamp no longer fed ; Vows made to last, or promises to bind.
When Henry's mistress shows him Emma dead; By Nature prompted, and for empire made,
Rescue my poor remains from vile neglect, Alike by strength or cunning we invade :
With virgin honors let my hearse be deckt, When, arm'd with rage, we march against the foe. And decent emblem; and at least persuade We list the battle-ax and draw the bow:
This happy nymph, that Emma may be laid When, fir'd with passion, we attack the fair,
Where thou, dear author of my death, where she, Delusive sighs and brittle vows we bear;
With frequent eye my sepulchre may see. Our falsehood and our arms have equal use;
The nymph amidst her joys may haply breathe As they our conquest or delight produce.
One pious sigh, reflecting on my death, The foolish heart thou gav'st, again receive,
And the sad fate which she may one day provo, The only boon departing love can give.
Who hopes from Henry's vows eternal love. To be less wretched, be no longer true;
And thou forsworn, thou cruel, as thou art,
If Emma's image ever touch'd thy heart ;
To her, whom love abandon'd to despair;
To her, who, dying, on the wounded stone The next man (and the next thou shalt believe)
Bid it in lasting characters be known,
That, of mankind, she lov'd but thee alone.
Hear, solemn Jove; and conscious Venus, hear; Change thou the first, nor wait thy lover's flight.
And thou, bright maid, believe me whilst I swear,
No time, no change, no future flame, shall move Nor happiness can I, nor misery feel,
From any turn of her fantastic wheel :
Friendship’s great laws, and Love's superior powers, At least, excuse a trial too severe :
Must mark the color of my future hours. Receive the triumph, and forget the war.
From the events which thy commands create, No banish'd man, condemn'd in woods to rove, I must my blessings or my sorrows date ; Entreats thy pardon, and implores thy love: And Henry's will must dictate Emma's fate. No perjur'd knight desires to quit thy arms,
Yet, while with close delight and inward pride Fairest collection of thy ser's charms,
(Which from the world my careful soul shall hide) Crown of my love, and honor of my youth! I see thee, lord and end of my desire, Henry, thy Henry, with eternal truth,
Exalted high as virtue can require; As thou may'st wish, shall all his life employ, With power invested, and with pleasure cheerd; And found his glory in his Emma's joy.
Sought by the good, by the oppressor fear'd; In me behold the potent Edgar's heir,
Loaded and blest with all the affluent store, Illustrious earl: him terrible in war
Which human vows at smoking shrines implore ; Let Loyre confess, for she has felt his sword, Grateful and humble grant me to employ And trembling filed before the British lord. My life subservient only to thy joy ; Him great in peace and wealth fair Dova knows; And at my death to bless thy kindness shown For she amidst his spacious meadows flows; To her, who of mankind could love but thee alone Inclines her urn upon his fatien'd lands; And sees his numerous herds imprint her sands. While thus the constant pair alternate said, And thou, my fair, my dove, shalt raise thy Joyful above them and around them play'd thought
Angels and sportive Loves, a numerous crowd ; To greatness next to empire: shalt be brought Smiling they clapt their wings, and low they bow'd. With solemn pomp to my paternal seat;
They tumbled all their little quivers o'er, Where peace and plenty on thy word shall wait. To choose propitious shafts, a precious store ; Music and song shall wake the marriage-day ; That, when their god should take his future darts, And, whilst the priests accuse the bride's delay, To strike (however rarely) constant hearts, Myrtles and roses shall obstruct her way. His happy skill might proper arms employ, Friendship shall still thy evening feasts adorn ; All tipt with pleasure, and all wing’d with joy : And blooming Peace shall ever bless thy morn. And those, they vow'd, whose lives should imitate Succeeding years their happy race shall run, These lovers' constancy, should share their fate. And Age, unheeded, by delight come on:
The queen of beauty stopt her bridled doves; While yet superior Love shall mock his power : Approv'd the little labor of the Loves; And when old Time shall turn the fated hour, Was proud and pleas’d the mutual vow to hear; Which only can our well-tied knot unfold, And to the triumph callid the god of war: What rests of both, one sepulchre shall hold. Soon as she calls, the god is always near.
Hence then for ever from my Emma's breast, “ Now, Mars," she said, “let Fame exalt her (That heaven of softness, and that seat of rest,)
voice : Ye doubts and fears, and all that know to move . Nor let thy conquests only be her choice : Tormenting grief, and all that trouble love, But, when she sings great Edward from the field Scatter'd by winds recede, and wild in forests rove. Return'd, the hostile spear and captive shield
In Concord's temple hung, and Gallia taught to
And when as prudent Saturn shall complete O day, the fairest sure that ever rose !
| The years design'd to perfect Britain's state, Period and end of anxious Emma's woes ! The swift-wing'd power shall take her trump again, Sire of her joy, and source of her delight; To sing her favorite Anna's wondrous reign; O! wing'd with pleasure, take thy happy flight, To recollect unwearied Marlborough's toils, And give each future morn a tincture of thy white. Old Rufus' hall unequal to his spoils ; Yet tell thy votary, potent queen of love, The British soldier from his high command Henry, my Henry, will he never rove?
(Glorious, and Gaul thrice vanquish'd by his hand. Will he be ever kind, and just, and good ? Let her, at least, perform what I desire ; And is there yet no mistress in the wood ?
With second breath the vocal brass inspire ;
What wars I manage, and what wreaths I gain. Doubt shall for ever quit my strengthen'd heart, And, when thy tumults and thy fights are past; And anxious jealousy's corroding smart;
And when thy laurels at my feet are cast; Nor other inmate shall inhabit there,
Faithful may'st thou, like British Henry, prove : But soft Belief, young Joy, and pleasing Care. And, Emma-like, let me return thy love.
Hence let the tides of plenty ebb and flow, Renown'd for truth, let all thy sons appear; And Fortune's various gale unheeded blow. And constant beauty shall reward their care." If at my feet the suppliant goddess stands,
Mars smil'd, and bow'd: the Cyprian deity
" And thou,” she smiling said, “ great god of days And not unthankful use the proffer'd grace : And verse, behold my deed, and sing my praise ; If she reclaims the temporary boon,
As on the British earth, my favorite isle,
Through all her laughing fields and verdant groves, And unconcern'd return the goods she lent. Proclaim with joy these memorable loves.
From every annual course let one great day
The eyes might have conspir'd her ruin, To celebrated sports and floral play
And she not known what they were doing. Be set aside ; and, in the softest lays
Foolish it had been, and unkind, Of thy poetic sons, be solemn praise
That they should see, and she be blind. And everlasting marks of honor paid
* Wise Nature likewise, they suppose, To the true lover, and the Nut-brown Maid." Has drawn two conduits down our nuse :
Could Alma else with judgment tell
For from most bodies, Dick, you know,
Some little bits ask leave to flow;
And, as through these canals they roll,
Bring up a sample of the whole ;
Like footmen running before coaches,
To tell the inn what lord approaches.
· By nerves about our palate plac'd, IN THREE CANTOES.
She likewise judges of the taste.
Else (dismal thought!) our warlike men Πάντα γέλως, και πάντα κόνις, και πάντα το μηδέν. Might drink thick port for fine champogne; Πάντα γάρ εξ αλόγων εστι τα γιγνόμενα. .
And our ill-judging wives and daughters
“Hence, too, that she might better hear, Canto I.
She sets a drum at either ear: MATTHEW* met Richard,t when or where
And, loud or gentle, harsh or sweet, From story is not mighty clear:
Are but th' alarums which they beat. Of many knotty points they spoke,
“ Last, to enjoy ber sense of feeling, And pro and con by turns they took.
(A thing she much delights to deal in.) Rats half the manuscript have eat:
A thousand little nerves she sends Dire hunger! which we still regret.
Quite to our toes and fingers' ends; 0! may they ne'er again digest
And these, in gratitude, again The horrors of so sad a feast !
Return their spirits to the brain ; Yet less our grief, if what remains,
In which their figure being printed, Dear Jacob,1 by thy care and pains
(As just before, I think, I hinted,) Shall be to future times convey'd.
Alma, inform'd, can try the case,
As she had been upon the place.
“ Thus, while the judge gives different jonmeyi “ Alma in verse, in prose the Mind,
To country counsel and attorneys, By Aristotle's
He on the bench in quiet sits, defin'd,
pen Throughout the body, squat or tall,
Deciding, as they bring the writs. Is, bonâ fide, all in all.
The pope thus prays and sleeps at Rome And yet, slap-dash, is all again
And very seldom stirs from home : In every sinew, nerve, and vein :
Yet, sending forth his holy spies, Runs here and there, like Hamlet's ghost;
And having heard what they advise, While everywhere she rules the roast.
He rules the church's blest dominions, “ This system, Richard, we are told,
And sets men's faith by his opinions. The men of Oxford firmly hold.
“The scholars of the Stagyrite, The Cambridge wits, you know, deny
Who for the old opinion fight, With ipse dixit to comply.
Would make their modern friends confess They say, (for in good truth they speak
The difference but from more to less. With small respect of that old Greek,)
The Mind, say they, while you sustain That, putting all his words together,
To hold her station in the brain ; "Tis three blue beans in one blue bladdor.
You grant, at least, she is extended : “Alma, they strenuously maintain,
Ergo the whole dispute is ended. Sits cock-horse on her throne, the brain ;
For, till to-morrow should you plead, And from that seat of thought dispenses
From form and structure to the head, Her sovereign pleasure to the senses.
The Mind as visibly is seen Two optic nerves, they say, she ties,
Extended through the whole machine. Like spectacles, across the eyes ;
Why should all honor then be ta'en By which the spirits bring her word,
From lower parts to load the brain. Whene'er the balls are fix'd or stirr'd,
When other limbs, we plainly see, How quick at park and play they strike;
Each in his way as brisk as he? The duke they court; the toast they like;
For music, grant the head receive ii, And at St. James's turn their grace
It is the artist's hand that gave it, From former friends, now out of place.
And, though the skull may wear the laurel “Without these aids, to be more serious,
The soldier's arm sustains the quarrel.
Besides, the nostrils, ears, and eyes,
Ev'n what you hear the tongue proclaim • Himself. | Mr. Shelton. 1 Tonson. Comes ab origine from them.
What could the head perform alone,
“ Nor matters it, that you can show
“ If, therefore, as we must suppose,
“ Note here, Lucretius dares to teach
“A man first builds a country-seat,
And saddled Ball, with thoughts so wild,
Before he knew she was with child. And no man ever reapt his corn,
Or from the oven drew his bread, Ere hinds and bakers yet were born,
That taught them both to sow and knead. Before they're ask'd, can maids refuse ? Can"_" Pray,” says Dick,“ hold in your Muse. While you Pindaric truths rehearse, She hobbles in alternate verse."“ Verse," Mat replied ; " is that my care !"“Go on," quoth Richard, “ soft and fair.”
“This looks, friend Dick, as Nature had
Still to their size he aim'd bis skill :
Next, Dick, if Chance herself should vary,
“But Wisdom, peevish and cross-grain'd,
“ The commentators on old Ari.
“ Theodoret and Origen,
These different systems, old or new,
Old Aristotle with Gassendus,
And yet how few would comprehend us !
“Here, Richard, let my scheme commence,
“My simple system shall suppose That Alma enters at the toes;