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And following flower, in explosion vast,
The thunder raises his tremendous voice.
At first, heard solemn o'er the verge of heaven,
The tempest growls; but as it nearer comes,
And rolls its awful burden on the wind,
The light’nings falh a larger curve, and more
The noise astounds : till over-head a sheet
Of livid flame discloses wide ; then shuts,
And opens wider; shuts and opens still
Expanfive, wrapping æther in a blaze
Follows the loosen'd'aggravated roar,
Enlarging, deep’ning, mingling; peal on peal
Crush'd horrible, convulsing heaven and earth.
Guilc hears appallid, with deeply troubled thought:
And yet not always on the guilty head
Descends the fated flash. Young. CELADON
Ard his AMELIA were a matchless pair ;
With equal virtue form'd, and equal grace ;
The same, distinguish'd by their fex alone :
Her's the mild lustre of the blooming morn,
And his the radiance of the risen day.
They lov'd: but such their guile!ess passion was
As in the dawn of tiine inform’d the heart
Of innocence and undissembling truth.
'Twas friendship, heighten'd by the niutual with,
Th' enchanting hope, and sympathetic glow,
Beam'd from the mutual eye. Devoting all
To love, each was to each a dearer self;
Supremely happy in th' awaken'd power
CF giving joy. Alone, amid the shades,
Suill in harmonious intercourse they liv'd
The rural day, and talk'd the flowing heart,
Or figh'd, and look'd unutterable things.
So pass'd their life, a clear united stream, By Care unruffled: till, an evil hour, The tempeft caught them on the tender walk, Heedless how far, and where its mazes stray'd, While, with each other bleft, creative love Still bade eternal Eden smile around. Presaging instant fate her bofom heav'd Unwonted fighs; and stealing oft a look Of the big gloom, on Celadon her eye Fell tearful, wetting her disordered cheek. In vain assuring love, and confidence In HEAVEN, repress'd her fear; it grew and shook Her frame near diffolution. He perceiv'd Th' unequal conflict, and as angels look On dying faints, his eyes compassion shed, With love illumin’d high. o Fear not,” he said, “ Sweet innocence ! thou stranger to offence, *** And inward storm! He, who yon skies involves 16 In frowns of darkness, ever (miles on thee *** With kind regard. O'er thee the secret shaft *** That wastes at midnight, or th’undreaded hour « Of noon, flies harmless; and that very voice, • Which thunders terror thro' the guilty heart, “ With tongues of seraphs whispers peace to thine, *«« 'Tis safety to be near thee fure, and thus “ To clasp perfection !” From his void embrace, (Mysterious Heaven!) that moment, to the ground, A blacken'd corfe, was ftruck the beauteous maid. But who can paint the lover as he stood, Pierc'd by severe amazement, hating life,
-Speechless, and fix'd in all the death of wo!
So, faint resemblance ! on the marble tomb
The well-dissembled mourner stooping stands
For ever filent, and for ever sad.
JUNIO AND THE AN A.
as young Reason dawn’d in Junio's breast,
His father sent him from these genial isles,
To where old Thames with conscious pride surveys
Green Eton, soft abode of every Muse.
Each classic beauty he foon made his own,
And foon fam'd Ifis saw him woo the Nine
On her inspiring banks. Love tun'd his song;
For fair Theäna was his only theme,
Acasto's daughter, whom in early youth
He oft distinguished ; and for whom he oft
Had climb'd the bending cocoa's airy height
To rob'it of its nectar; which the maid,
| When he presented, more nectareous deem'd.
The sweetest fapadillas oft he brought :
From him more sweet ripe fapadillas seem’d.
Nor had long absence yet effac'd her form ;
Her charms still triumph'd o'er Britannia's fair.
One morn he met her in Sheen's royal walks ;
Nor knew, till then, sweet Sheen contain'd his all.
His taste mature approv'd his infant choice.
In colour, form, expression, and in grace
She shone all perfect; while each pleasing art,
And each soft virtue, that the fex adorns,
Adorn’d the woman. My imperfect strain
Can ill describe the transports Junio felt
At this discovery : he declar'd his love ;
She own'd his merit, nor refus'd his hand.
And shall not Hymen light his brightest torch
For this delighted pair ? Ah ! Junio knew
His fire detested his Theäna's house !
Thus duty, reverence, gratitude, conspir’d
To check their happy union. He resolvid:
(And many a ligh that resolution cost)
To pass the time, till death his fire remov'd
In visiting old Europe's letter'd climes :
While me (and many a tear that parting drew)
Embark’d, reluctant, for her native isle.
Tho' learn'd, curious, and tho' nobly bent
With each rare talent to adorn his mind,
His native land to serve; no joys he found.
Yet sprightly Gaul; yet Belgium, Saturn's reign;
Yet Greece, of old the seat of every. Muse;
Of freedom, courage ; yet Ausonia's clime,
His steps explor'd; where painting, music's strains,
Where arts, where laws, Philosophy's best child,
With rival beauties his attention claim'd.
To his juft-judging, bis instructed eye,
The all-perfect Medicean Venus seem'd
A perfect semblance of his Indian fair :
But when she spoke of love, her voice furpass'd
The harmonious warblings of Italian fong.
Twice one long year elaps'd, when letters came,
Which briefly told him of his father's death.
AMicted, filial, yet to Heav'n resign’d,
Soon he reach'd Albion, and soon as embark’d,
Eager to clasp the object of his love,
Blow, prosperous breezes ! swiftly fail, thou Po!
Swift sail'd the Po, and happy breezes bleiv.
In Biscay's stormy seas an armed fhip,
Of force fuperior, from loud Charente's wave
Clapt them on board. The frighted flying crew
Their colours strike; when dauntless Junio, fir'd
With noble indignation, kill'd the chief,
Who on the bloody deck dealt slaughter round.
The Gauls retreat; the Britons loud huzza;
And touch'd with shame, with emulation ftung,
So plied their cannon, plied their miffile fires,
That soon in air the hapless Thunderer blew.
Blow, prosperous breezes ! swiftly fail, thou Po!
May no more dang'rous fights retard thy way!
Soon Porto Santo's rocky heights they ípy,
Like clouds dim sising in the distant sky.
Glad Eurus whittles, laugh the sportive crew;
Each sail is set to catch the favouring gale,
While on the yard-arm the harpooner fits,
Strikes the boneta, or the shark insnares :
The little nautilus, with purple pride
Expands his fails, and dances o'er the waves ;
Small winged fishes on the shrouds alight;
And beauteous dolphins gently play'd around.
Tho' faster than the Tropic-bird they few,
Oft Junio cried, Ah! when shall we fee land !
Soon land they made: and now in thought he clasp'd
His Ir.dian bride, and deem'd his toils o'erpaid.
She, no less anxious, every evening walk'd