He little knew the fly penurious art; That odious art which fortune's favourites know; Form'd to beftow, he felt the warmest heart, But envious Fate forbade him to bestow. He little knew to ward the fecret wound; He little knew that mortals could enfnare; Virtue he knew; the nobleft joy he found, To fing her glories, and to paint her fair! He lov'd a nymph: amidst his slender store, So Philomel enamour'd eyes the rose; Sweet bird! enamour'd of the sweetest flower! He lov'd the Muse; she taught him to complain; He faw his timorous loves on her depend; He lov'd the Mufe; although fhe taught in vain ; He lov'd the Mufe, for fhe was virtue's friend. 1 She guides the foot that treads on Parian floors Of vice's brothel, forth to virtue's fane. He wish'd for wealth, for much he wish'd to give; The penfive prospect fadden'd all his ftrain. I faw him faint! I faw him fink to reft! Like one ordain'd to fwell the vulgar throng; Where were ye then, ye powerful patrons, where? ELEGY IV. OPHELIA'S URN. To Mr. GRAVES. THROUGH the dim veil of evening's dufky shade, But you fecure fhall pour your fad complaint, Nor dread the meagre phantoms wan array; What none but fear's officious hand can paint, What none, but fuperftition's eye, furvey. The glimmering twilight and the doubtful dawn Shall fee your step to these fad scenes return: Constant, as crystal dews impearl the dawn, Shall Strephon's tear bedew Ophelia's urn! Sure nought unhallow'd shall presume to stray Where fleep the reliques of that virtuous maid: Nor aught unlovely bend its devious way, Where foft Ophelia's dear remains are laid. Haply thy Mufe, as with unceafing fighs She keeps late vigils o er urn reclin'd, May fee light groups of pleafing visions rife; And phantoms glide, but of celestial kind. There fame, her clarion pendant at her fide, . Shall feek forgiveness of Ophelia's fhade; "Why has fuch worth, without distinction, dy'd, Why, like the defert's lily, bloom'd to fade?" Then young fimplicity, averfe to feign, Shall unmolefted breathe her foftest figh: Then elegance, with coy judicious hand, And fancy then, with wild ungovern'd woe, And ask fweet folace of the Muse in vain! Too much the facred Nine their loss deplore: Well may ye grieve, nor find an end of grief— Your beft, your brightest favourite is no more. He compares the turbulence of love with the tranquillity of friendship. To MELISSA his Friend. ROM love, from angry love's inclement reign FROM I pafs a while to friendship's equal skies; Thou, generous maid, reliev'st my partial pain, And chear'ft the victim of another's eyes. 'Tis thou, Meliffa, thou deserv'st my care: How can my will and reafon disagree? Love is a pleafing, but a various clime! Parthenope, with every verdure crown'd! When strait Vefuvio's horrid cauldrons roar, And the dry vapour blasts the regions round. Oh Oh blissful regions! oh unrival'd plains! When Pliny, 'mid fulphureous clouds, expir'd! So fmiles the furface of the treacherous main, As o'er its waves the peaceful halcyons play; When foon rude winds their wonted rule regain, And sky and ocean mingle in the fray. But let or air contend, or ocean rave; Ev'n hope fubfide amid the billows toft; Hope, ftill emergent, ftill contemns the wave, And not a feature's wonted fmile is loft. C ELE GY VI. To a lady on the language of birds. OME then, Dione, let us range the grove, The science of the feather'd choirs explore: Hear linnets argue, larks defcant of love, Nor fenfelefs ditty, chears the vernal tree : |