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And following flower, in explosion valt,
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 flash 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
Expanfive, wrapping æther in a blaze
Follows the loosen'd'aggravated roar,
Enlarging, deep’ning, mingling; peal on peal
Crush'd horrible, convalling heaven and earth.
Guilt 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 fame, 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 guileless passion was
As in the dawn of tiine inform’d the heart
Of innocence and undissembling truth.
'Twas friendship, heighten'd by the mutual with,
Th’enchanting hope, and sympathetic glow,
Beam'd from the mutual eye. Devoting all
To love, each was to each a dearer felf;
Supremely happy in th' awaken’d power
CF giving joy. Alone, amid the shades,
Still 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 tempest 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 bosom heav'd Unwonted fighs; and stealing cft a look Of the big gloom, on Celadon her eye Fell tearful, wetting her disordered cheek. In vain afsuring 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. " Fear not,” he said, “ Sweet innocence! thou stranger to offence, *** And inward storm! He, who yon fkies involves 16 In frowns of darkness, ever smiles 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 sure, and thus “ To clasp perfection !” From his void embrace, (Mysterious Heaven!) that moment, to the ground, A blacken'd corse, was struck 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. difsembled mourner stooping stands
For ever filent, and for ever sad.
JUNIO AND THEAN A.
SOON 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
Each classic beauty he foon made his own,
And foon fam'd lfis 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 sex 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 the (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, Philofophy's best child,
With rival beauties his attention claim’d.
To his juft-judging, his instructed eye,
The all-perfect Medicean Venus feem'd
A perfect semblance of his Indian fair :
But when the spoke of love, her voice surpass'd
The harmonious warblings of Italian song.
Twice one long year elaps'd, when letters came,
Which briefly told him of his father's death.
AMieted, filial, yet to Heav'n refign’d,
Soon he reach'd Albion, and soon as embark'd,
Eager to clasp the object of his love,
Elow, prosperous breezes ! swiftly fail, thou Po!
Swift sail'd the Po, and happy breezes blew.
In Biscay's stormy seas an armed ship,
Of force fuperior, from loud Charente's wave
Clapt them on board. The frighted flying crew
Their colours strike; when dauntless Funio, 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 stung,
So plied their cannon, plied their misfile 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 spy,
Like clouds dim rising in the distant sky.
Glad Eurus whistles, 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 flew,
Oft Junio cried, Ah! when shall we fee land!
Soon land they made: and now in thought he clasp'd
His Indian bride, and deem'd his toils o'erpaid.
She, no less anxious, every evening walk'd