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Celadon and Amelia.
Tis' list'ning fear, and dumb amazement all:
When to the startled eye the sudden glance .
Appears far south, .eruptive, thro' the cloud;
And following slower, 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, J
And rolls its awful burden on the wind,
The lightnings 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 opens still
Expansive, wrapping ether in a blaze.
Follows the loosen'd aggravated roar,
Enlarging, deepening, mingling; peal on peal
Crush'd horrible, convulsing heaven and eaith.
Guilt hears appall'd, with deeply-troubled:thOBght,
They lov'd: but such their guileless passion was,
So pass'd their life, a clear united stream,
Stil] hade eternal Eden smile around. Presaging instant fate, her bosom heav'd Unwonted sighs, and stealing oft a look Tow'rds the big gloom, on Celadon her eye Fell tearful, wetting her disorder'd cheek. In vain assuring love, and confidence In heav'n, repress'd her fear; it grew, and shook Her frame near dissolution. He perceiv'd Th' unequal conflict, and, as angels look On dying saints, 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 skies involves "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 heav'n!) 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 woe! So, faint resemblance'! on the marble tomb, The well-dissembled mourner stooping stands, For ever silent, and for ever sad.
Jun;o and Theana.
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 every muse.
Each classic beauty soon he made his own;
And soon fam'd Isis saw him woo the Nine,
On her inspiring banks: Love tun'd his song;
For fair 1 heana was his only theme,
Acasto's daughter, whom, in early youth,
He oft distinguished; and for whom he oft
Had elimb'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 sappadillas oft he brought;
from him more sweet ripe sappadillas seem'd.— *
Nor had long absence yet etiac'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 perfecf; while each pleasing art,
And each soft virtue that the sex adorns, t ."
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
Tho' learned, curious, and tho' nobly bent,
Twice one long year elaps'd, when letters came,
Eager to clasp the object of his love.
Blow, prosperous breezes; swiftly sail, thou Po:
Swift sail'd the Po, and happy breezes blew.
In Biscay's stormy seas an armed ship,
Blow, prosperous breezes; swiftly sail, thou Po ■: May no more dangerous fights retard thy way'
Soon Porto Santo's rocky heights they 'spy,
Tho' faster than the Tropic.bird they flew,
She, no less anxious, every evening walk'd On the cool margin of the purple main, Intent her Junid's vessel to descry.
One eve (faint calms for many a day had rag'd) The winged daemons of the tempest rose; Thunder, and.rain, and lightning's awful power, She fled: could innocence, could beauty claim Exemption from the grave; th' ethereal bolt, That stretch'd her speechless, o'er her lovely head Had innocently roll'd.
Meanwhile, impatient Junio leapt ashore, Regardless of the daemons of the storm. Ah, youth! what woes, too great for man to bear, Are ready to burst on thee? Urge not so Thy flying courser. Soon Theana's porch
Receiv'd him: at his sight, the ancient slaves
He enter'd hasty
Ah! what a sight, for one who lov'd so weil!
"Welcome, my Junio, to thy native shore! "Thy sight repays the summons of my fate: "Live, and live happy -, sometimes think of me: ■** By night, by day, you still en.gag'd my care; "And, next to God, you now my thoughts employ:
"Accept of this My little all 1 give ;.
** Would it were larger" Nature could no more;
She look'd, embrac'd him, with a groan expir'd.
But say, what strains, what language can express The thousand pangs which tore the lover's breast.' Upon her breathless corse himself he threw, And to her clay-cold lips, with trembling haste, Ten thousand kisses gave. He strove to speak; Nor words he found: he clasp'd her in. his arms; He sigh'd, he swoon'd, look'd up, and died away.
One grave contains this hapless, faithful pair; And still the cane-isles tell their matchless love!
The Splendid Shilling,
AN IMITATION OF MILTON.
Happy the man, who, void of cares and strife,