To these ambrofial dews fhe join'd,
And o'er the flame of warm defire,
Fann'd by foft fighs, love's gentleft wind,

Diffolv'd, and made the charm entire ;

O'er her moift lips, that blufh'd with heav'nly red,
The Graces' friendly hand the bleft ingredients spread.
III. 2.

Adonis wak'd-he faw the fair,
And felt unufual tumults rife ;
His bofom heav'd with am'rous care,
And humid languor veil'd his eyes!
Driv'n by fome ftrong impulfive pow'r
He fought the most fequefter'd bow'r,
Where diffus'd on Venus' breast,
First he felt extatic blifs,

Firft her balmy lips he preft,

And devour'd the new-made Kiss:

But, O my Mufe, thy tatt'ling tongue restrain,
Her facred rites what mortal dares to tell?

She crowns the filent, leads the blabbing swain
To doubts, defires, and fears, the fev'rish lover's hell,

III. 3.

Change then, fweetest nymph of Nine,

Change the fong, and fraught with pleasures

String anew thy filver twine,

To the fofteft, Lydian measures!

My Cynthia calls, whofe natal hour
Th' affiftant Graces faw, and fmil'd;
Then deign'd this Cyprian charm to pour
With lavish bounty o'er the child :

Sithence where'er the Siren moves along,
In pleafing wonder chain'd is ev'ry tongue,
Love's foft fuffufion dims the aching eyes,
Love's fubtlest flame thro' ev'ry art'ry flies:
Our trembling limbs th' unequal pulse betray,
We gaze in transport loft-then faint, and die away.

ODE Ο Ν DESPAIR.

BY THE SAME.

AVE me!-what means yon grifly shade,
Her fony eye-balls ftaring wide;

In foul, and tatter'd patches clad,
With dirt, and gore, and venom dy'd?

A burning brand fhe whirls around,

And ftamps, and raves, and tears the ground,

And madly rends her clotted hair;

While thro' her cank'red breast are seen

Myriads of ferpents bred within,

The curfed fpawn of felf-confuming Care!

'Twas

'Twas thus, O poor enamour'd maid,
The Stygian fiend approach'd the fea-girt tow'r,
What time, in fad misfortune's evil hour,
The faithlefs lamp, Love's Cynofure decay'd.
"And why," the ghaftly phantom cries,
"Wilt thou, deluded hero, wait

"Leander's wifh'd return, forbid by fate?
"See floating on his watʼry bier he lies;

"Pale are his cheeks, where Love was wont to play, "And clos'd those radiant eyes that late out-fhone the day.”

The woe-foreboding voice she heard,
And wishing, trembling, pray'd for morn―
When lo the bleeding corfe appear'd
By favage rocks all rudely torn!

Where were ye, nymphs, O tell me where,
Daughters of Nereus fresh, and fair?
And why, fweet filver-footed Queen,
Would'st thou not leave thy coral cave,
And footh the rough remorseless wave,
Ere Death had feiz'd thy beft, thy boldest swain ?—

With haggard eyes, all-ftreaming blood,
Distracted Hero saw her lover flain,

And thrice indignant view the guilty main,
And thrice accus'd each merc'lefs watry God.

• Vide Mufum καθ' Ηρω και Λεανδρον.

Aye

Aye me in vain!-For " fee, fhe cry'd,
My dear Leander's beck'ning fhade!

"And can't thou live, O lost, O wretched maid ?
"Shall envious Fate fo fond a pair divide?

"Forbid it Love!"-Then head-long from the tow'r Deep in the ruthlefs flood fhe plung'd to rife no more!

With fcenes of woe, O curfed Pow'r,
How are thy greedy eyes regal'd?
How did thy heart exult of yore,
When Heav'n's vindictive rod affail'd
The Queen of arts ?--With giant-stride
Contagion ftalks, and lo the bride,
The virgin-bride unpity'd dies!

Clafp'd to his daughter's throbbing breast,
The father breathes his foul to reft,

And forrowing fons compofe the widow'd mother's eyes!

Scar'd by the Dæmon's fpotted hand, The eagle fcream'd, the famifh'd vulture fled, The hungry wolf forfook th' unburied dead, And pale difeafes fhiv'ring left the land!

s See the account, which is given by Thucydides, of the plague at Athens. Amongst many other extraordinary circumstances are the following, το μεν γαρ ετος εκ παντων μάλιςα δη εκείνο ανοσον ες τας άλλας ασθένειας ετυγχανεν αν ει δε τις και προσκαμνε τι, ες τετο παντα απεκρίθη. Τα γαρ ορνέα, και τετράποδα, όσα ανθρωπων άπτεται, πολλών αταφων γιγνόμενων, η 8 προσηει, η γευσάμενα διεφθείρετο.

What

What cries, and piercing fhrieks refound
Thro' ev'ry street, at ev'ry fane?

Yet ah! they weep, they weary heav'n in vain!
Death and Distraction ftare on all around!

The wretched few, whom pois nous Peft'lence fpares,
Of moody madness die, and heart-distracting fears.

These are thy deeds, O fell Defpair,
Thou tyrant of the tortur'd soul,

* Sifter of pale-ey'd Grief and Care,
At whofe command impetuous roll
Paffion's rough tides, and fwelling high
Burst thro' each dear, and facred tye,
And ev'ry pleafing thought o'erwhelm ;
Anon the crazy bark is born,

Of winds, and waves, and rocks the scorn,
For Reason shrinks appall'd, and trembling quits the helm !

O fly, thou firft-born child of Hell,
To fome far diftant, dreary, doleful plain,
Where ftarting Fear, and agonizing Pain,
And black Remorfe, and fullen Sorrows dwell:
Where arm'd with poison, racks, and death,
Stern Horror rears his gorgon head:

And writhing dreadful on their iron-bed
The purple Furies grind their cank'red teeth ;
While perch'd on ftubs of trees the fhriek-owl fings,
And screaming deadly hoarfe night-ravens flap their wings!

* According to the Table of Cebes, Αθυμια is the fifter of Οδυρμος.

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