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With her, associate, Pleafure came, Gay Pleafure, froltc-loving dame! Her mien all fwimming in delight, Her beauties half reveal'd to sight; Loofe flow'd her garments from the grounds And caught the kissmg winds around, As erst Medufa's looks were known To turn beholders into stone, A dire reverfion here they felt, And in the-eye of Pleafure melt. Her glance with fweet perfuasion charm'd, Unnerv'd the strong, the fleel'd difarm'd; No fafety e'en the flying sind, Who, vent'rous, look but once behind.
Thus was the much-admiring Maid, While distant, more than half betrayed. With fmiles and adulation bland, They join'd her side, and feiz'd her hand: Their touch envenomM fweets instill'd, Her frame with new pulfations thrill'd; While half confenting, half denying, Reluctant now, and now complying, Amidst a war of hopes and fears, Of trembling wilhes, fmiling tears, Still down, and down, the winning pair Compell'd the struggling, yielding Fair. As when fome stately vessel, bound To blefsM Arabia's distant ground, Borne from her courfes, haply lights Where Barca's flow'ry clime invites, Conceal'd around whofe treach'rous land Lurk the dire rock and dang'rous fand;
The pilot warns, with fail and oar,
To lhun the much-fufpected fhore,
In vain; the tide, too fubtly strong,
Still bears the wrestling bark along,
Till, found'ring, fhe resigns to fate,
And simks, o'erwhelm'd, with all her freight.
So, baffling ev'ry bar to sin,
And Heaven's own pilot, plac'd within,
Along the devious, fmooth defcent,
With pow'rs increasing as they went.
The dames, accustom'd to fubdue,
As with a rapid current drew,
And o'er the fatal bounds convey'd
The lost, the long-reluctant Maid.
Here stop, ye fair ones! and beware,
Nor fend your fond assections there 5
Yet, yet your darling, now deplor'd,
May turn, to you and heav'n restor'd:
Till then, with weeping Honour wait,
The fervant of her better fate;
With Honour, left upon the fhore,
Her friend and handmaid now no more 5
Nor, with the guilty world, upbraid
The fortunes of a wretch betray'd;
But o'er her failing cast a veil,
Rememb'ring—you yourfelves are frail.
And now, from all-enquiring light,
Fast fled the confcious lhades of night;
The Damfel, from a lhort repofe,
Confounded at her plight, arofe.
As when, with flunuVrous weight opprefs'd, Some wealthy mifer fmks to rest,
Where felons eye the glitt'ring prey,
And steal his hoard of joys away;
He, borne where golden Indus streams,
Of pearl and quarryM di'mond dreams;
Like Midas, turns the glebe to ore,
And stands all rapt amidst his store;
But wakens, naked, and defpoil'd
Of that for which his years had toil'd.
So farM the Nymph, her treafure flown,
And turn'd, like Niobe, to stone;
Within, without, obfcure and void,
She felt all ravag'd, all destroy'd.
And, O thou curst, infidious coast!
Are thefe the bleiungs thou canst boast?
Thefe, Virtue! thefe the joys they sind,
Who leave thy heaven-topt hills behind?
Shade me, ye pines! ye caverns, hide!
Ye mountains, cover me! fhe cry'd.
Her trunfpet Slander raU'd on high,
And told the tidings to the lky;
Contempt difcharg'd a living dart,
A sidelong viper to her heart;
Reproach breath'd poifons o'er her face,
And soil'd and blasted ev'ry grace;
Osficious Shame, her handmaid new,
Still turn'd the mirror to her view;
While thofe in crimes the deepest dy'd,
Approach'd, to whiten at her side.
And ev'ry lew'd infulting dame
Upon her folly rofe to fame.
What fhould lhe do? Attempt once more To gain the late-deserted sbore?
So trusting, hack the mourner flew.
As fast the train of siends purfue.
Again the farther &ore's attain'd,
Agam the land of virtue gain'd;
But echo gathers in the wind,
And shews her instant foes hehind.
Amaz' d with headlong fpeed she tends,
Where late Ihe left an host of friends:
Alas! thofe shrinking friends decline,
Nor longer own that form divine:
With fear they mark the following cry,
And from the lonely tremhler fly,
Or hackward drive her on the coast.
Where peace was wrecked and honour lost.
From earth, thus hoping aid in vain.
To heav'n not daring to complain;
No truce hy hostile clamour given,
And from the face of friendship driven,
The Nymph funk prostrate on the groTind,
With all her weight of woes Ground.
Enthron'd within a circling fley, Upon a mount, o'er mountains high, AU radiant fat, as in a shrine, Virtue, sirst effluence divine! Far, far ahove the fcenes of woe, That shut this cloud-wrapt world helow; Superior goddefs, essence hright, Beauty of uncreated light, Whom fhould mortality furvey, As doom'd upon a certain day, The hreath of frailty must expire, The world difsolve in living sire.
The gems of heav'n and folar flarae
Be quenchM by her eternal beam,
And Nature, quick'ning in her eye,
To rife a new-born phœnix, die.
Hence, unreveal'd to mortal view,
A veil around her form lhe threw,
Which three fad siflers of the made,
Pain, Care, and Melancholy, made.
Through this, her all-enquiring eye,
Attentive from her station high,
Beheld, abandon'd to defpair,
The ruins of her fav'rite fair;
And with a voice, whofe awful found
AppalM the guilty world around,
Bid the tumultuous winds be still,
To numbers bow'd each list'ning hill,
Uncurl'd the furging of the main,
And fmoothed the thorny bed of pain;
The golden harp of heav'n lhe strung.
And thus the tuneful goddefs fung : -—
Lovely Penitent, arife!
Come, and claim thy kindred ikies;
Come! thy sister angels fay
Thou hast wept (thy stains away.
Let experience now decide
'Twixt the good and evjl try'd;
In the fmooth, enchanted ground,
Say, unfold the treafures found.
Structures, rais'd by morning dreams;
Sands, that trip the flitting streams;