And now in heav'n with him they live always, 'But why recount I thus our passed harms? Remembrance fresh makes weak'ned sorrow strong, Expulsed were we with injurious arms, From those due honours us of right belong. And bend our forces 'gainst our present wrong; Then let us careless spend the day and night, Who her before all nations whilome chose, And let all tongues and lands acknowledge it. So shall our sacred altars all be his, Shall pray, and offer incence, myrrh, and gold; Oh! be not then the courage perish'd clean I grant we fell on the Phlegrean green, Yet good our cause was, though our fortune nought; For chance assisteth oft th' ignobler part, We lost the field, yet lost we not our heart. Go then, my strength, my hope, my spirits go, These western rebels with your power withstand, Pluck up these weeds, before they overgrow The gentle garden of the Hebrew's land; Quench out this spark before it kindle so That Asia burn, consumed with the brand. Use open force, or secret guile unspied; For craft is virtue 'gainst a foe defied. 'Among the knights and worthies of their train, Make oracles of women's yeas and nays, Of Godfrey's rule and mutinies 'gainst him raise; The following is the episode of Erminia and the shepherd which our readers will remember is highly extolled by Dr Blair. Her tears her drink, her food, her sorrowings, Of swains and shepherd grooms that dwellings were; 'Her plaints were interrupted with a sound That seem'd from thickest bushes to proceed, And to his voice had tun'd his oaten reed; At whose right hand his little flock did feed, Beholding one in shining arms appear, The seely man and his were sore dismay'd, You happy folk, of heav'n beloved dear, Work on, quoth she, upon your harmless trade; To your sweet toil, nor those sweet tunes you sing. 'But, father, since this land, these towns and towers, Destroyed are with sword, with fire, and spoil; How may it be, unhurt that you and your's In safety thus apply your harmless toil? My son, quoth he, this poor estate of our's Is ever safe from storm of warlike broil; This wilderness doth us in safety keep, No thund'ring drum, no trumpet breaks our sleep: Haply just heaven's defence and shield of right Doth love the innocence of simple swains; The thunderbolts on highest mountains light, And seld or never strike the lower plains; So kings have cause to fear Bellona's might, Not they whose sweat and toil their dinner gains; Nor ever greedy soldier was enticed By poverty, neglected and despised: O, poverty! chief of the heavenly brood, Dearer to me than wealth or kingly crown, No wish for honor, thirst of other's good, Can move my heart, contented with mine own; We quench our thirst with water of this flood, Nor fear we poison should therein be thrown; These little flocks of sheep and tender goats Give milk for food, and wool to make us coats: 'We little wish, we need but little wealth From cold and hunger us to clothe and feed ; These are my sons, their care preserves from stealth Their father's flocks, nor servants more I need: Amid these groves i walk oft for my health, And to the fishes, birds, and beasts give heed, Time was (for each one hath his doting time, And from the forest's sweet contentment ran; Enticed on with hope of future gain, I suffer'd long what did my soul displease; But when my youth was spent, my hope was vain; And wish'd I had enjoy'd the country's peace; While thus he spake, Erminia, hush'd and still, His wise discourses heard with great attention; His speeches grave those idle fancies kill, Which in her troubled soul bred such dissension After much thought reformed was her will, Within those woods to dwell was her intention, Till fortune should occasion new afford, To turn her home to her desired lord. She said therefore-O shepherd fortunate! That troubles some did'st whilom feel and prove, Yet livest now in this contented state, Let my mishap thy thoughts to pity move, To entertain me as a willing mate In shepherd's life, which I admire and love; Within these pleasant groves perchance my heart Of her discomforts may unload some part: If gold or wealth, of most esteemed dear, If jewels rich thou diddest hold in prize, Such store thereof, such plenty have I here, As to a greedy mind might well suffice.With that down trickled many a silver tear, Two crystal streams fell from her watery eyes; Part of her sad misfortunes then she told, And wept, and with her wept that shepherd old. With speeches kind he 'gan the virgin dear Towards his cottage gently home to guide; His aged wife there made her homely cheer, Yet welcom'd her, and plac'd her by her side. The princess donned a poor pastora's gear, A kerchief coarse upon her head she tied ; But yet her gestures and her looks I guess, Were such as ill beseem'd a shepherdess : Not those rude garments could obscure and hide The heav'nly beauty of her angel's face, Nor was her princely offspring damnified Or aught disparag'd by those labors base New Series, No. 9. 13 Her little flocks to pasture would she guide, And milk her goats, and in their folds them place; 'But oft, when underneath the greenwood shade And them engrav'd in bark of beech and bays: How conquered her, and ends with Tancred's praise; Again she mourned, again salt tears she shed. 'You happy trees for ever keep (quoth she) Shall feel dear pity pierce his gentle mind. 'Yet may it be (if gracious heavens attend To these huge deserts that unthankful knight; So though my life hath most unhappy been, Enjoy that good this body ne'er possest.- Flods in her eyes, and fires were in her breast; We shall close our extracts with the following description of the incantations of Ismeno, in the beginning of Book 13. Splendid as Fairfax here is, he has done no more than justice to the original. We think that, for terrific sublimity, this passage is not excelled by any thing in Homer, Virgil, or Milton, |