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And first review that long extended plain,
And yon wide groves, already past with pain !
Yon ragged cliff, whose dangerous path we tried !
And, last, this lofty mountain's

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weary side

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AGIB.

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Weak as thou art, yet, hapless, must thou know The toils of flight, or some severer woe! Still, as I haste, the Tartar shouts behind, And shrieks and sorrows load the saddening wind : In rage of heart, with ruin in his hand, He blasts our harvests, and deforms our land. Yon citron grove, whence first in fear we came, Droops its fair honours to the conquering flame : Far fly the swains, like us, in deep despair, And leave to ruffian bands their fleecy care.

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SECANDER.

Unhappy land, whose blessings tempt the sword, In vain, unheard, thou call'st thy Persian lord ! In vain thou court'st him, helpless, to thine aid, To shield the shepherd, and protect the maid ! Far off, in thoughtless indolence resign'd, Soft dreams of love and pleasure soothe his mind : ’Midst fair sultanas lost in idle joy, No wars alarm him, and no fears annoy.

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Yet these green hills, in summer's sultry heat, Have lent the monarch oft a cool retreat.

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Sweet to the sight is Zabran's flowery plain,
And once by maids and shepherds loved in vain !
No more the virgins shall delight to rove
By Sargis' banks, or Irwan's shady grove;
On Tarkie's mountain catch the cooling gale, 45
Or breathe the sweets of Aly's flowery vale:
Fair scenes ! but, ah! no more with peace possest,
With ease alluring, and with plenty blest !
No more the shepherds' whitening tents appear,
Nor the kind products of a bounteous year;
No more the date, with snowy blossoms crown'd!
But ruin spreads her baleful fires around.

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SECANDER.

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In vain Circassia boasts her spicy groves, For ever famed for pure and happy loves : In vain she boasts her fairest of the fair, Their eyes' blue languish, and their golden hair ! Those

eyes in tears their fruitless grief must send ; Those hairs the Tartar's cruel hand shall rend.

AGIB. Ye Georgian swains, that piteous learn from far Circassia's ruin, and the waste of war; Some weightier arms than crooks and staves prepare, To shield your harvests, and defend your fair :

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VARIATIONS. Ver. 49. No more the shepherds' whitening seats appear,

51. No more the dale, with snowy blossoms crown'd!

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The Turk and Tartar like designs pursue,
Fix'd to destroy, and steadfast to undo.
Wild as his land, in native deserts bred,
By lust incited, or by malice led,
The villain Arab, as he prowls for prey,
Oft marks with blood and wasting flames the way;
Yet none so cruel as the Tartar foe,
To death inured, and nurst in scenes of woe.

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He said ; when loud along the vale was heard A shriller shriek, and nearer fires appear’d: The affrighted shepherds, through the dews of night, Wide o'er the moonlight hills renew'd their flight.

END OF THE ECLOGUES.

ODES

ON SEVERAL DESCRIPTIVE AND

ALLEGORICAL SUBJECTS.

Ειην
Ευρησιεπης αναγει
Προσφορος εν Μοισαν Διφρω
Τολμα δε και αμφιλαφης Δυναμις
Eσποιτο.

Πινδαρ. Ολυμπ. θ.

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