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For she shall read (apt scholar at this fore )
With what fond paffion my true bosom glows, How hopeless of return I fill adore,
Nor dare the boldness of my wish disclose.
Should she then smile,---yet ah! she smiles on alf,
Her gentle temper pities all distress ;
On every hill, each vale, the sun-beams fall,
Each herb, and flow'r, each tree, and thrub they bless.
Alike all nature grateful owns the boon,
The universal ray to all is free;
Like fond Endymion should I hope the moon,
Because among the rest she shines on me?
Hope, vain presumer, keep, oh keep away:
Ev'n if my woe her gentle bosom move, Pity some look of kindness may display ;
But each soft glance is not a look of love.
Yet heav'nly visitant, thou doft not quit,
Those bow'rs where angels sweet division fing, Nor deigneft thou on mortal shrine to fit.
Alone, for round thee ever on the wing,
Glad choirs of loves attend, and hov'ring wait
Thy mild command; of these thy blooming train Oh bid fome fylph in morning dreams relate,
Ere yet my love awake, my secret pain.
HERE aged elms in many a goodly row
Thelter to the constant crow, A manfion ftands : - long since the pile was rais'd, Whose Gothic grandeur the rude hind amaz’d. For the rich ornament on ev'ry part, Confess’d the founder's wealth, and workman's art : Tho' as the
of the wide court we tread, The broken arch now totters o'er the head; And where of old rose high the social smoke, Now swallows build, and lonely ravens croak. Tho' Time, whose touch each beauty can deface, Has torn from ev'ry tow'r the sculptur'd grace ; Tho'round each stone the flaggard ivy crawls, Yet ancient state fits hov’ring on the walls.
Where wont the feftal chorus to resound, And jocund dancing frequent beat the ground, Now Silence spreads around her gloomy reigns Save when the mastiff clanks his iron chain,
Save when his hoarse bark echoes dire alarm,
Fierce to protect the place from midnight harm,
Its only guard; no revel founding late
Drives the night villain from the lonely gate.
An hallow'd matron and her simple train
These solemn battlements alone contain ;
An hoary dowager, whose placid face
Old age has deck'd with lovely aweful grace ;
With almost vernal bloom her cheek still strow'd,
As beauty ling’ring left her lov'd abode;
That lov'd abode, where join'd with truth and fenfe
She form’d the features to mute eloquence,
And bade them charm the still attentive throng,
Who watch'd the sacred lessons of her tongue.
For not thro' life the dame had liv'd retird,
But once had shone, e'en ʼmidit a court adrnird:
What time the lov'd poffeffor of her charms
Returning from the war in vietor arms,
Calld from his monarch's tongue the plaufive praise,
While honour wreath'd him with unfading bays.
She, happy partner of each joyful hour,
Then walk'd ferene amid the pomp of pow'r:
While all confefs'd nowarrior's wish could move
For fairer prize, than such accomplish'd love :
Nor to that love could aught more transport yield,
Than graceful valour from the vietor field.
Thus flourish'd once the beauteous and the brave;
But mortal bliss meets fill th' untimely grave :
Aurelius died his relict's pious tear
O'er his lov'd alhes frequent flow'd fincere,
Each decent rite with due observance paid,
Each folemn requiem offer'd to his shade,
Plac'd’mid the brave his urn in holy ground,
And bade his hallow'd banners wave around.
Then left the gaudy scenes of pomp and power,
While prudence beckon'd to that ancient bower,
And those paternal fields, the fole remains
Of ample woods and far-extended plains,
Which tyrant custom rudely tore away
To diftant heirfhip an expected prey.
Serene she fought the far-retired grove,
Once the bless'd mansion of her happy love,
Pleas'd with the thought, that memory oft would raise
A folemn prospect of those blooming days
Aurelius gave: her pious purpose now
To keep still constant to her facred vow;
In lonely luxury her forrows feed,
And pass her life in widow's decent weed.
One pledge of love her comfort still remain'd,
Whom in this folitude the careful train'd
To virtuous lore; and while as year by year
made Aurelia ftill more dear;
Full many an hour unheeded she would trace
The father's femblance in the daughter's face;
While tender sighs oft heav'd her faithful breaft,
And sudden tears her lasting love expreft.
Thus long she dwelt in innate virtues great,
Amid the villagers in facred state :
For ev'ry grace to which submission bows,
The pow'r which conscious dignity bestows,
She felt superior ; for from ancient race
She gloried her long ancestry to trace;
And ever bade Aurelia’s thought aspire
To every grace, each ray of sacred fire,
That full of heav'n-born dignity informs
The mortal breast which ardent virtue warms;
Then led her to the venerable hall
Where her successive fires adorn'd the wall,
And arched windows with their blazon bright
Shed thro' the herald glow a folemn light:
There clad in rough habiliments of war
Full many a hero bore a glorious scar ;
There in the civic fur the fons of peace,
Whose counsels bade their country's tumults cease;
While by their fide, gracing the ancient fcene,
Hung gentle ladies of most comely, mien.
thro' the well-known tale lhe run,
In what fair cause each honour had been won,
What female grace each virgin had poffefs'd
To charm to gentle love the manly breast;
Pleas'd to observe how long her gen'rous blood
Thro'fair and brave had pass'd a spotless flood.
Mean while the young Aurelia's bosom fir'd
With emulation by each tale inspir'd,