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“ What Fate resery'd me for this Christian race t?
“O race more polish'd, more severe than they! « Ye prowling wolves, pursue my latest cries !
“ Thou hungry tiger, leave thy reeking den! 6Ye fandy wastes, in rapid eddies rise!
“O tear me from the whips and scorns of men ! “ Yet in their face superior beauty glows :
" Are smiles the mein of rapine and of wrong? “Yet from their lip the voice of mercy flows,
“And e'en religion dwells upon their tongue. " Of blissful haunts they tell, and brighter climes,
“Where gentle minds, convey'd by death, repair : “ But stain’d with blood, and crimson'd o'er with crimes,
“ Say, shall they merit what they paint so fair? “ No, careless, hopeless, of those fertile plains,
“Rich by our toils, and by our sorrows gay, " They ply our labours, and enhance our pains, *
"And feign these distant regions to repay. “For them our tulky elephant expires;
« For them we drain the mine's embowel'd gold, “Where rove the brutal nation's wild desires ?
"Our limbs are purchas'd, and our life is sold ! " Yet shores there are, bless'd thores, for us remain,
“ And favour'd illes, with golden fruitage crown'd, “Where tufted flow'rets paint the verdant plain,
“ Where ev'ry breeze shall med'cine ev'ry wound: “ There the stern tyrant that embitters life,
“ Shall, vainly suppliant, spread his asking hand; “ There shall we view, the billow's raging strife, " Aid the kind breast, and waft his boat to land.”
+ Spoke by a Savage,
NANCY OF THE VALE,
THE western sky was purpled o'er
With ev'ry pleasing ray,
The sultry heats of day.
Soft warbled Strephon's tongue ;
While Nancy's praise he sung. ! Let fops with fickle falfhood range
“ The paths of wanton love, “ While weeping maids lament their change,
“ And fadden ev'ry grove : ” But endless blessings crown the day
" I saw fair E’sham's dale ! ” And ev'ry blessing find its way “ To Nancy of the Vale! “ 'Twas from Avona's banks the maid
“ Diffus'd her lovely beams, “ And ev'ry shining glance display'd “ The Naiad of the streams. " Sost as the wild-duck's tender young,
" That float on Avon's tide, “ Bright as the water-lily, sprung,
“' And glittring near its side. « Fresh as the bord’ring flow'rs her bloom, · " Her eye all mild to view ;
** The little halcyon's azure plume
" Was never half so blue. " Her shape was like the reed fo Neek,
“ So taper, straight, and fair; " Her dimpled smile, her blushing cheek,
“ How charming sweet they were ! “ Far in the winding vale retir’d,
“ This peerless bud I found, !' And shadowing rocks and woods confpir'd “ To fence her beauties round,
That Nature in fo lone a dell
“ Should form a nymph so sweet! ç Or Fortune to her secret cell
“ Conduct my wand'ring feet! “ Gay lordlings fought her for their brido,
“ But she would ne'er incline : “ Prove to your equals true, (she cry'd,)
!' As I will prove to mine. “ 'Tis Strephon, on the mountain's brow,
" Has won my right good will : “ To him I gave my plighted vow,
- With him I'll climb the hill. « Struck with her charms and gentle truth,
“ ( clafp'd the constant fair ; « To her alone I gave my youth,
“ And vow my future care. “ And when this vow shall faithless prove,
" Or I those charms forego, “ The stream that saw our tender love,
That stream shall cease to flow."
IN IMITATION OF SPENSER.
Auditæ voces, vagitus et ingens,
AH me! full forely is my heart forlorn,
Such as I oft have chaunced to efpy
In ev'ry village, mark'd with little fpire,
And oft times, on vagaries idly bent,
And all in fight doth rise a birchen tree,
But their limbs shudder’d, and their pulse beat low,
And, as they look'd, they found their horror grew, And shap'd it into rods, and tingled at the view. .
So have I seen (who has not may conceive)
Ne superstition clog his dance of joy,
Near to this dome is found a patch fo green,
Where fits the dame, disguis'd in look profound,
Her car, far whiter than the driven snow,
And steadfast hate, and sharp affidion join'd,
Few but have kenn'd, in femblance meet pourtray'd, The childish faces of old Æol's train,