Chaste and subdued the modest lights decay, And see where Anthony," in tears approved, 115 But who is he, whose brows exalted bear A wrath impatient, and a fiercer air? Awake to all that injured worth can feel, On his own Rome he turns the avenging steel; Yet shall not war's insatiate fury fall (So heaven ordains it) on the destined wall. See the fond mother, 'midst the plaintive train, Hung on his knees, and prostrate on the plain! 121 125 VARIATION. Ver. 122. A rage impatient, and a fiercer air? E'en now his thoughts with eager vengeance doom See the tragedy of Julius Cæsar. h Coriolanus. See Mr. Spence's Dialogue on the Odyssey. 130 Touch'd to the soul, in vain he strives to hide Thus, generous Critic, as thy Bard inspires, So spread o'er Greece, the harmonious whole E'en Homer's numbers charm'd by parts alone. 140 When, raised by fate, some former Hanmer join'd A fond alliance with the Poet's name. Ver. 136. Spread the fair tints, or wake the vocal string : 146. Each beauteous image of the tuneful mind; DIRGE IN CYMBELINE, SUNG BY GUIDERUS AND ARVIRAGUS Over fidele, SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD. To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove But shepherd lads assemble here, No wither'd witch shall here be seen No goblins lead their nightly crew The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew! 5 10 VARIATIONS. Ver. 1. To fair Pastora's grassy tomb 7. But shepherd swains assemble here, 12. And dress thy bed with pearly dew! 4 The redbreast oft, at evening hours, To deck the ground where thou art laid. When howling winds and beating rain, In tempests shake the sylvan cell; Or 'midst the chase, on every plain, 15 The tender thought on thee shall dwell; 20 Each lonely scene shall thee restore; VARIATIONS. Ver. 17. When chiding winds, and beating rain, Or 'midst the flocks, on every plain, 21. Each lovely scene shall thee restore; VERSES WRITTEN ON A PAPER WHICH CONTAINED A PIECE OF BRIDE-CAKE, GIVEN TO THE AUTHOR BY A LADY. YE curious hands, that, hid from vulgar eyes, Nor dare a theft, for love and pity's sake! This precious relic, form'd by magic power, Beneath her shepherd's haunted pillow laid, Was meant by love to charm the silent hour, The secret present of a matchless maid. 5 The Cyprian queen, at Hymen's fond request, 9 Each nice ingredient chose with happiest art; Fears, sighs, and wishes of the enamour'd breast, And pains that please, are mix'd in every part. With rosy hand the spicy fruit she brought, From Paphian hills, and fair Cythera's isle; 14 And temper'd sweet with these the melting thought, The kiss ambrosial, and the yielding smile. |