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Yet here let listening Sympathy prevail,
A thousand tender thoughts their souls employ, While conscious Truth unfolds her piteous tale! That fondly dance to scenes of future joy. And lo! the power that wakes th' eventful song Thus time elapsed, while o'er the pathless tide Hastes hither from Lethean banks along:
Their ship throngh Grecian seas the pilots guide. She sweeps the gloom, and rushing on the sight, Occasion callid to touch at Candia's shoc, Spreads o'er the kindling scene propitious light; Which, bless'd with favouring winds, they soon In her right hand an ample roll appears,
explore, Fraught with long annals of preceding years; The haven enter, borne before the gale, With every wise and noble art of man,
Despatch their commerce, and prepare to sail Since first the circling hours their course began. Eternal Powers! what ruins from afar Her left a silver wand on high display'd,
Mark the fell track of desolating War! Whose magic touch dispels Oblivion's shade. Here Art and Commerce, with auspicious reign, Pensive her look; on radiant wings, that glow Once breathed sweet influence on the happy plain ; Like Juno's birds, or Iris' flaming bow,
While o'er the lawn, with dance and festive song, She sails; and swifter than the course of light, Young Pleasure led the jocund hours along. Directs her rapid intellectual flight.
In gay luxuriance Ceres too was seen The fugitive ideas she restores,
[shores. To crown the valleys with eternal green.
The free-born spirit of her sons is broke ;
No longer Fame the drooping heart inspires,
Å seventh year scorn the weary labourer's toil
A ship from Egypt, o'er the deep impella No lovely Helens now, with fatal charms,
No fair Penelopes enchant the eye,
While Sorrow bids her vernal bloom decay. And, dazzled by her visionary glare,
Those charms so long renown'd in classic strains Advanced incautious of each fatal snare;
Had dimly shone on Albion's happier plains. Though warnd full of the slippery track to shun, Now, in the southern hemisphere, the sun Yet Hope, with flattering voice, betray'd them on. Through the bright Virgin and the Scales had run, Beguiled to danger thus, they left behind
And on th' eclipuc wheeld his winding way The scene of peace, and social joy resign'd. Till the fierce Scorpion felt his flaming ray, Long absent they, from friends and native home, The ship was moor'd beside the wave-worn strand, The cheerless ocean were inured to roam :
Four days her anchors bite the golden sand : Yet Heaven, in pity to severe distress,
For sick'ning vapours lull the air to sleep, Had crown'd each painful royage with success : And not a breeze awakes the silent deep. Sull to atone for toils and hazards past,
This, when th' autumnal equinox is o'er, Restored them to maternal plains at last.
And Phoebus in the north declines no more, Thrice had the sun, to rule the varying year The watchful mariner, whom IIeaven informs, Across th'equator roll'd his flaming sphere, Oft deems the prelude of approaching storms. Since last the vessel spread her ample sail
True to his trust, when sacred duty calls, Fromo Albion's coast, obsequious to the gale. No bruoding storm the master's soul appals; She, o'er the spacious flood, from shore to shore, Th' advancing season warns him to the main :Unwearying, wafted her commercial store. A captive, fetter'd to the oar of gain! The richest ports of Afric she had view'd, His anxious heart impatient of delay, Thence to fair Italy her course pursued ;
Expects the winds to sail from Candia's bay, Had left behind Trinacria's burning isle,
Determined, from whatever point they rise,
To trust his fortune to the seas and skies.
Whose voluntary gleams my verse inspire'
Ere yet the deep'ning incidents prevail,
Record whom, chief among the gallant creix
Can sons of Neptune, generous, brave, and bold, Deaf to the voice of wo, her decks they board, In pain and hazard toil for sordid gold ?
While tardy Justice slumbers o'er her swordThey can! for gold, too oft, with magic art, Th' indignant Muse, severely taught to feel, Subdues each nobler impulse of the heart :: Shrinks from a theme she blushes to reveal ! This crowns the prosperous villain with applause, Too oft example, arm’d with poisons fell, To whom, in vain, sad Merit pleads her cause : Pollutes the shrine where Mercy loves to dwell : This strews with roses life's perplexing road, | Thus Rodmond, train'd by this unhallow'd crew, And leads the way to pleasure's blest abode;
The sacred social passions never knew : With slaughter'd victims fills the weeping plain, | Unskill'd to argue, in dispute yet loud; And smooths the furrows of the treacherous main. Bold without caution ; without honours proud :
O'er the gay vessel, and her daring band, In art unschool'd; each veteran rule he prized, Experienced Albert held the chief command; And all improvement haughtily despised. Though train'd in boisterous elements, his mind Yet, thongh full oft to future perils blind, Was yet by soft humanity refined,
With skill superior glow'd his daring mind, Each joy of wedded love at home he knew ; Through snares of death the reeling bark to guide Abroad confest the father of his crew!
When midnight shades involve the raging lide. Brave, liberal, just the calm domestic scene
To Rodmond next, in order of command,
That courts no rank among the sons of Fame? To mark the ship in floating balance held,
While yet a stripling, oft with fond alarms By earth attracted and by seas repellid; [known, His bosom danced to Nature's boundless charms. Or point her devious track through climes un- l On hirn fair Science dawn'd in happier hour. That leads to every shore and every zone. Awakening into bloom young Fancy's flower; He saw the moon through heaven's blue concave
But frowning Fortune, with untimely blast, glide,
The blossom wither'd and the dawn o'ercast. And into motion charm th' expanding tide;
Forlorn of heart, and by severe decree, While earth impetuous round her axle rolls,
Condemn'd reluctant to the faithless sea, Exalts her watery zone, and sinks the poles,
With long farewell he left the laurel grove, Light and attraction, from their genial source,
Where science and the tuneful sisters rove. He saw still wandering with diminish'd force :
Hither he wander'd, anxious to explore, While on the margin of declining day,
Antiquities of nations now no more; Night's shadowy cone reluctant melts away.
To penetrate each distant realm unknown, Inured to peril, with unconquer'd soul,
And range excursive o'er th' untravellid zone. The chief beheld tempestuous oceans roll;
In vain-for rude Adversity's command, His genius ever for th' event prepared,
Still on the margin of each famous land, Rose with the storm, and all its dangers shared.
With unrelenting ire his steps opposed, The second powers and office Rodmond bore :
And every gate of Hope against him closed. A hardy son of England's furthest shore !
Permit my verse, ye blest Pierian train, Where bleak Northumbria pours her savage train
To call Arion this ill-fated swain ! In sable squadrons o'er the northern main :
For, like that bard unhappy, on his head, That with her pitchy entrails stored, resort,
Malignant stars their hostile influence shed.
Both in lamenting numbers o'er the deep,
With conscious anguish taught the harp to weep.
And both the raging surge in safety bore
Amid destruction panting to the shore.
This last, our tragic story from the wave
Of dark Oblivion haply yet may save :
With genuine sympathy may yet complain,
While sad Remembrance bleeds at every vein. Expert to moor, where terrors line the road,
Such were the pilots—tutor'd to divine
Th' untravell'd course by geometric line; Or win the anchor from its dark abode :
Train'd to command and range the various sail, But drooping and relax'd in climes afar
Whose various force conforms to every gale. Tumultuous and undisciplined in war. Such Rodmond was; by learning unrefined,
Charged with the commerce, hither also came That oft enlightens to corrupt the mind.
A gallant youth: Palemon was his name;
A father's stern resentment doom'd to prove, Boisterous of manners; train'd in early youth To scenes that shame the conscious cheek of truth,
He came the victim of unhappy love! To scenes that Nature's struggling voice control,
His heart for Albert's beauteous daughter bled;
For her a secret flame his bosom fed.
Nor let the wretched slaves of Folly scorn
This genuine passion, Nature's eldest born! shore, With foul intent the stranded bark explore
'Twas his with lasting anguish to complain, While blooming Anna mourn'd the cause in vain
Graceful of form, by Nature taught to please, * A bar is known, in hydrography, to be a mass of earth
of power to melt the female breast with ease, or land collected by the surge of the sea, at the entrance of a river or haven, so as to render the navigation diffi- / To her Palemon told his tender tale. cult, and often dangerous.
Soft as the voice of Summer's evening gale :
O'erjoy'd, he saw her lovely eyes relent:
These o'er th' inferior naval train preside, The blushing maiden smiled with sweet consent. The course determine, or the commerce guide: Oft in the mazes of a neighbouring grove,
O'er all the rest, an undistinguish'd crew, Unheard, they breathed alternate vows of love : Her wing of deepest shade Oblivion drew. By fond society their passion grew,
A sullen languor still the skies opprest, Like the young blossom fed with vernal dew. And held th' unwilling ship in strong arrest. In evil hour th' officious tongue of Fame
High in his chariot glow'd the lamp of day,
O’er Ida, flaming with meridian ray:
Where famine, war, and storm are felt no more: Long had he listen'd with Suspicion's ear,
The hour to social pleasure they resign, And learnt, sagacious, this event to fear.
And black remembrance drown in generous wine. Too well, fair youth! thy liberal heart he knew; On deck, beneath the shading canvass spread, A heart to Nature's warm impressions true! Rodmond a rueful tale of wonders read, Fell oft his wisdom strove, with fruitless toil, of dragons roaring on th' enchanted coast, With avarice to pollute that generous soil : The hideous goblin, and the yelling ghostThat soil impregnated with nobler seed,
But with Arion from the sultry heat Refused the culture of so rank a weed.
Of noon, Palemon sought a cool retreat. Elate with wealth, in active commerce won, And lo! the shore with mournful prospects crown'd;* And basking in the smile of Fortune's sun,
The rampart torn with many a fatal wound; With scorn the parent eyed the lowly shade The ruind bulwark tottering o'er the strand; That veil'd the beauties of this charming maid : Bewail the stroke of War's tremendous hand. Indignant he rebuked th' enamoured boy,
What scenes of wo this hapless isle o'erspread! The flattering promise of his future joy!
Where late thrice fifty thousand warriors bled. He soothed and menaced, anxious to reclaim Full twice twelve summers were yon tow'rs assail' This hopeless passion, or divert its aim:
Till barbarous Ottoman at last prevailid; Oft led the youth where circling joys delight While thundering mines the lovely plains o'erturn', The ravish'd sense, or beauty charms the sight. While heroes fell, and domes and temples burn'd With all her powers, enchanting Music fail'd, But now before them happier scenes arise! And Pleasure's syren voice no more prevail'd. Elysian vales salute their ravish'd eyes : The merchant, kindling then with proud disdain, Olive and cedar form'd a grateful shade, In look and voice assumed a harsher strain ; Where light with gay romantic error stray'd. In absence now his only hope remain'd,
The myrtles here with fond caresses twine; And such the stern decree his will ordain'd. There, rich with nectar, melts the pregnant vine. Deep anguish, while Palemon heard his doom, And lo! the stream renown'd in classic song, Drew o'er his lovely face a saddening gloom. Sad Leihe, glides the silent vale along. In vain with bitter sorrow he repined,
On mossy banks, beneath the citron grove, No tender pity touch'd that sordid mind :
The youthful wand'rers found a wild alcove: To thee, brave Albert, was the charge consign'd. Soft o'er the fairy region Languor stole, The stately ship, forsaking England's shore, And with sweet Melancholy charm’d the soul. To regions far remote Palemon bore.
Ilere first Palemon, while his pensive mind Incapable of change, th' unhappy youth
For consolation on his friend reclined, Still loved fair Anna with eternal truth:
In Pity's bleeding bosom pour'd the stream Frora clime to clime an exile doom'd to roam, Of love's soft anguish, and of grief supremellis heart still panted for its secret home.
Too true thy words! by sweet remembrance taught,
To hearts that unrelenting frosts congeal:
The sense of gentle pity dwells in thine.
Albert thou know'st with skill and science graced, Perhaps Arion soon the cause divined,
In humble station though by Fortune placed, Though shunning still to probe a wounded mind : Yet never seaman more serenely brave Ile felt the chastity of silent wo,
Led Britain's conquering squadrons o'er the wave. Though glad the balm of comfort to bestow ; Where full in view Augusta's spires are seen, He, with Palemon, oft recounted o'er
With flowery lawns and waving woods between, The tales of hapless love, in ancient lore,
A peaceful dwelling stands in molest pride, Recallid to memory by th' adjacent shore. Where Thames, slow-winding, rolls his ample tide. The scene thus present, and its story known, The lover sigh'd for sorrows not his own.
* The intelligent reader will readily discover, that these Thus, thongh a recent date their friendship boro,
remarks allude to the ever memorable siege of Candia, Soon the ripe metal own'd the quickening ore;
which was taken from the Venetians by the Turks, in For in one tide their passions seem'd to roll, 1669; being then considered as impregnable, and cstccm By kindred age and sympathy of soul.
led the most formidable fortress in the universe.
There live the hope and pleasure of his life, | Elysian scenes, 100 happy long to last !
Too soon a storm the smiling dawn o'ercast !
Too soon some demon to my father bore Still every grateful object these prepare;
The tidings that his heart with anguish tore.Whatever can allure the smell or sight,
My pride to kindle, with dissuasive voice, Or wake the drooping spirits to delighi.
Awhile he labour'd to degrade my choice; This blooming maid in virtue's path 10 guide, Then, in the whirling wave of Pleasure, sought Her anxious parents all their cares applied : From its loved object to divert my thought. Her spotless soul, where soft Compassion reign'd, With equal hope he might attempt to bind, No vice untuned, no sick’ning folly stained. In chains of adamant, the lawless wind : Not fairer grows the lily of the vale,
For Love had aim'd the fatal shaft too sure ; Whose bosom opens to the vernal gale:
Hope sed the wound, and absence knew no cure. Her eyes, unconscious of their fatal charms, With alienated look, each art he saw Thrill'd every heart with exquisite alarms; Still baffled by superior Nature's law. Her face, in Beauty's sweet attraction dressid, His anxious mind on various schemes revolved; The smile of maiden-innocence express'd ;
At last on cruel exile he resolved. While Health, that rises with the new-born day, The rigorous doom was fixed! alas! how vain Breathed o'er her cheek the softest blush of May. To him of tender anguish to complain! Still in her look complacence smiled serene; His soul, that never Love's sweet influence felt, She moved the charmer of the rural scene. By social sympathy could never melt;
'Twas at that season when the fields resume With stern command to Albert's charge he gave, Their loveliest hues, array'd in vernal bloom; To wast Palemon o'er the distant wave. Yon ship, rich freighted from th' Italian shore, The ship was laden and prepared to sail, 'To Thames' fair banks her costly tribute bore : | And only waited now the leading gale. While thus my father saw his ample hoard, 'Twas ours, in that sad period first to prove From this return, with recent treasures stored, The heartfelt torments of despairing love : Me, with affairs of commerce charged, he sent Th' impatient wish that never feels repose, To Albert's humble mansion ; soon I went
Desire that with perpetual current flows; 'Too soon, alas! unconscious of th' event
The fluctuating pangs of hope and sear; There, struck with sweet surprise and silent awe, Joy distant still, and sorrow ever near! The gentle mistress of my hopes I saw:
| Thus, while the pangs of thonght severer grew, Thore wounded first by Love's resistless arms, The western breezes inauspicious blow, My glowing bosom throbb'd with strange alarms. Hastening the moment of our last adieu. My ever charming Anna! who alone
The vessel parted on the falling tide ; Can all the frowns of cruel fate atone;
Yet Time one sacred hour to Love supplied. 0! while all-conscious Memory holds her power, The night was silent, and, advancing fast, Can I forget that sweetly-painful hour,
The moon o'er Thames her silver mantle cast; When from those eyes, with lovely lightning Impatient hope the midnight path explored, fraught,
And led me to the nymph my soul adored. My fluttering spirits first th' infection caught : | Soon her quick footsteps struck my listening ear; When as I gazed, my fault'ring tongue betray'd She came confest! the lovely maid drew near! The heart's quick tumults, or refused its aid; But ab! what force of language can impart While the dim light my ravish'd eyes forsook, Th' impetuous joy that glow'd in either heart ! And every limb, unstrung with terror, shook ! O! ye, whose melting hearts are form’d to prove With all her powers dissenting Reason strove The trembling ecstasies of genuine love! To tame at first the kindling flame of Love; When, with delicious agony, the thought She strove in vain! subdued by charms divine, Is to the verge of high delirium wrought; My soul a victim fell at Beauty's shrine.
Your secret sympathy alone can tell Of from the din of bustling life I stray'd,
What raptures then the throbbing bosom swell; In happier scenes to see my lovely maid.
O'er all the nerves what tender tumults roll, Full oft, where Thames his wand'ring current leads, while love with sweet enchantment melts the We roved at evening hour through flowery meads. soul! There, while my heart's soft anguish I reveal'd, In transport lost, by trembling hope imprest, To her with tender sighs my hope appeal'd,
The blushing virgin sunk upon my breast; While tho sweet nymph my faithful tale believed, While hers congenial beat with fond alarms; Her snowy breast with secret tumult heaved ; Dissolving softness! paradise of charms ! For, traind in rural scenes from earliest youth Flash'd from our eyes, in warm transfusion flew Nature was hers, and innocence, and truth. Our blending spirits, that each other drew! She never knew the city damsel's art,
O bliss supreme! where Virtue's self can melt Whose frothy pertness charms the vacant heart! With joys that guilty Pleasure never felt ! My suit prevail'd; for Love inform'd my tongue, Form'd to refine the thought with chaste desire, Ind on his votary's lips persuasion hung.
And kindle sweet Affection's purest fire ! ler eyes with conscious sympathy withdrew, Ah! wherefore should my hopeless love, she cries nd o'er her cheek the rosy current few.
While sorrow burst with interrupting sighs, hrice happy hours! where, with no dark allay, For ever destined to lament in vain, Life's fairest sunshine gilds the vernal day! Such flattering fond ideas entertain ? For here, the sigh that soft Affection heaves, My heart throngh scenes of fair illusion stray'd From stings of sharper wo the soul relieves, To joys decreed for some superior maid.
Tis mine to feel the sharpest stings of Grief, Look down with pity, 0 ye Powers above!
Who hear the sad complaints of bleeding Love!
Alone can tell if he returns no more : The hovering anger yet thou may’st appease ;
Or if the hour of future joy remain, Go then, dear youth! nor tempt the faithless seas! Long-wish'd atonement of long-suffer'd pain! " Find out some happier daughter of the town, Bid every guardian minister attend, With Fortune's fairer joys thy love to crown ;
And from all ill the much-loved youth defend! Where smiling o'er thee with indulgent ray,
-With grief o'erwhelm’d, we parted twice in Prosperity shall hail each new-born day.
vain, Too well thou know'st good Albert's niggard sate, | And, urged by strong attraction, met again. Ill fitted to sustain thy father's hate!
At last, by cruel Fortune torn apart, Go then, I charge thee, by thy gen'rous love, While tender passion stream'd in either heart; That fatal to my father thus may prove :
Our eyes transfix'd with agonizing look,
One sad farewell, one last embrace we took.
Pensive and pale, of every joy berest:
She to her silent couch retired to weep, She ceased ; while anguish in her angel face While her sad swain embark'd upon the deep. O'er all her beauties shower'd celestial grace: His tale thus closed, from sympathy of grief, Not Helen, in her bridal charms array'd,
Palemon's bosom selt a sweet relief. Was half so lovely as this gentle maid.
The hapless bird, thus ravished from the skies, O soul of all my wishes! I replied,
Where all forlorn his loved companion flies, Can that soft fabric stem AMiction's tide!
In secret long bewails his cruel fate, Canst thou, fair emblem of exalted Truth!
With fond remembrance of his winged mate: To Sorrow doom the summer of ihy youth;
Till grown familiar with a foreign train, And I, perfidious! all that sweetness see
Composed at length, his sadly warbling strain, Consign d to lasting misery for me?
In sweet oblivion charms the sense of pain. Sooner this moment may th' eternal doom
Ye tender maids, in whose pathetic souls
Con passion's sucred stream impetuous rolls:
Ah! may no wand'rer of the faithless main
May never fatal tenderness approve Where Fate and Ruin sad dominion keep;
The fond effusions of their ardent love. Though tyrant duty o'er me threat'ning stands,
O! warnd by friendship's connsel, learn to shun And claims obedience to her stern commands;
The fatal path where thousands are undone! Should Fortune cruel or auspicious prove,
Now as the youths, returning o'er the plain, Her smile or frown shall never change my love! Approach'd the lonely margin of the main, My heart, that now must every joy resign,
First, with attention roused, Arion eyed Incapable of change, is only thine!
The graceful lover, form'd in Nature's pride. O cease to weep! this storm will yet decay,
Ilis frame the happiest symmetry display'd ;
And locks of waving gold his neck array'd;
Soft-breathing o'er his cheek their bloom divine.
Not Cytherea from a fairer swain
Received her apple on the Trojan plain!
Now glanced obliquely o'er the woodland scene.
Blithe skipping o'er yon hill, the fleecy train Now found an interval of short relief;
Join the deep chorus of the lowing plain : So melts the surface of the frozen stream,
The golden lime and orange there were seen, Beneath the wintry sun's departing beam.
On fragrant branches of perpetual green. With warning haste the shades of night withdrew, The crystal streams, that velvet meadows lave, And gave the signal of a sad adieu !
To the green ocean roll with chiding wave.
The glassy ocean, hush'd, forgets to roar,
And lo! his surface, lovely to behold,
While all above, a thousand liveries gay,