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+Project Gutenberg's Poems (1786), Volume I., by Helen Maria Williams
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+Title: Poems (1786), Volume I.
+
+Author: Helen Maria Williams
+
+Release Date: February 12, 2004 [EBook #11054]
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+Language: English
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK POEMS (1786), VOLUME I. ***
+
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+
+
+Produced by Jonathan Ingram, Carol David and PG Distributed Proofreaders
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+[Illustration]
+
+POEMS,
+
+BY HELEN MARIA WILLIAMS.
+
+IN TWO VOLUMES.
+
+VOL. I.
+
+
+MDCCLXXXVI.
+
+
+
+TO HER MAJESTY.
+
+
+MADAM,
+
+I am too sensible of the distinguished honour conferred upon me, in your
+Majesty's gracious protection of these Poems, to abuse it by adopting
+the common strain of dedication.
+
+That praise corresponds best to your Majesty's generous feelings, which
+is poured without restraint from the heart, and is repeated where you
+cannot hear.
+
+I suppress therefore, in delicacy to those feelings, the warmth of my
+own, and subscribe myself,
+
+MADAM,
+
+With profound respect,
+
+Your MAJESTY'S
+
+Devoted servant,
+
+HELEN MARIA WILLIAMS.
+
+
+
+PREFACE.
+
+The apprehension which it becomes me to feel, in submitting these Poems
+to the judgment of the Public, may perhaps plead my excuse, for
+detaining the reader to relate, that they were written under the
+disadvantages of a confined education, and at an age too young for the
+attainment of an accurate taste. My first production, the Legendary Tale
+of Edwin and Eltruda, was composed to amuse some solitary hours, and
+without any view to publication. Being shewn to Dr. Kippis, he declared
+that it deserved to be committed to the press, and offered to take upon
+himself the task of introducing it to the world. I could not hesitate to
+publish a composition which had received the sanction of his
+approbation. By the favourable reception this little poem met with, I
+was encouraged still farther to meet the public eye, in the "Ode on the
+Peace," and the poem which has the title of "Peru." These poems are
+inserted in the present collection, but not exactly in their original
+form. I have felt it my duty to exert my endeavours in such a revision
+and improvement of them, as may render them somewhat more worthy of
+perusal. It will, I am afraid, still be found, that there are several
+things in them which would shrink at the approach of severe criticism.
+The other poems that now for the first time appear in print, are offered
+with a degree of humility rather increased than diminished, by the
+powerful patronage with which they have been honoured, in consequence of
+the character given of them by partial friends. Knowing how strongly
+affection can influence opinion, the kindness which excites my warmest
+gratitude has not inspired me with confidence.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+When I survey such an evidence of the zeal of my friends to serve me, as
+the following honourable and extensive list affords, I have cause for
+exultation in having published this work by subscription. They who know
+my disposition, will readily believe that the tear which fills my eye,
+while I thank them for their generous exertions, flows not from the
+consideration of the benefits that have arisen from their friendship. It
+is to that friendship itself, that my heart pays a tribute of affection
+which I will not attempt to express--for my pen is unfaithful to my
+purpose.--While I am employed in testifying my thankfulness for the
+favours I have received, it is impossible that I should forget how much
+I owe to one Gentleman in particular, whose exertions in my behalf,
+though I was a stranger to him, have been so marked, so generous, and
+indeed so unexampled, that it is a very painful task which his delicacy
+has imposed upon me, in not permitting me to mention his name. But such
+goodness cannot be concealed. The gratitude of my own heart has
+proclaimed it to my private friends; and the noble and honourable
+subscribers his zeal has procured, cannot avoid being sensible to whom I
+am indebted for so illustrious a patronage.
+
+
+
+LIST OF SUBSCRIBERS.
+
+
+His Royal Highness the PRINCE of WALES.
+
+
+A.
+
+Her Grace the Dutchess of Ancaster.
+The Right Hon. the Earl of Abingdon.
+The Right Hon. the Dowager Countess of Albemarle.
+The Right Hon. the Earl of Aylesford, Captain of the Yeomen of the
+        Guards.
+The Right Hon. the Earl of Ashburnham.
+The Right Hon. the Earl of Aylesbury, Lord Chamberlain of her Majesty's
+        Houshold.
+The Right Rev. the Bishop of St. Asaph.
+The Right Hon. Lord Amherst, a General in the Army, Colonel of the
+        Second Troop of Horse Guards, and Governor of the Isle of
+        Guernsey.
+The Right Hon. Lady Amherst.
+The Right Hon. Lord Apsley, a Lord of the Admiralty.
+The Right Hon. Lord Arden, a Lord of the Admiralty.
+Sir Edmund Anderson, Bart.
+Sir Edmund Affleck, Bart. Rear-Admiral of the Blue.
+Lady Affleck.
+The Hon. Richard Pepper Arden, Esq. his Majesty's Attorney-General, and
+        Chief Justice of Chester.
+Charles Ambler, Esq. King's Counsel, and her Majesty's Attorney-General.
+William Adair, Esq. Barrister at Law.
+William Adam, Esq. Barrister at Law.
+Mrs. Adam.
+---- Adair, Esq.
+Thomas Adams, Esq. Alnwick.
+Robert Adair, Esq.
+Mrs. A. Affleck.
+Miss Affleck, Bury.
+Rev. Mr. James Aitchison, Berwick.
+Mrs. Alder, Horncliffe.
+William Alexander, Esq.
+Alexander Alison, Esq.
+Miss Allin, Berwick.
+Robert Allan, Esq. Edinburgh.
+Mrs. Allen.
+The Rev. Nathaniel Andrews, Warminster, Wilts.
+Miss Anderson.
+Francis Annesley, Esq.
+John Anstruther, Esq. Barrister at Law.
+Mrs. J. Anstruther.
+James Arbouin, Esq.
+Robert Arbuthnot, Esq. Secretary to the Board of Trustees, Edinburgh.
+Mrs. Arden.
+The Rev. Mr. Arden, Vicar of Tarpoly in Cheshire.
+H.G. Armery, Esq.
+The Rev. Mr. Armstrong, Bath.
+George Arnold, Esq.
+Mrs. Arnold.
+Miss Artaud.
+Late Mrs. Ashurst, St. Julian's.
+John Askew, Esq. Pallinsburn.
+Mrs. Askew, ditto.
+Miss E.A. Askew, ditto.
+Mr. G.A. Askew, Eton.
+Mrs. Askew, Redheugh, Durham.
+Miss Askew.
+Francis Austen, Esq.
+Mrs. Austen.
+The Rev. Mr. S. Austen.
+Mrs. Sackville Austen.
+Mrs. Axford.
+Theodore Aylward, Esq. Musical Professor at Gresham College.
+
+B.
+
+Her Grace the Dutchess of Bolton.
+His Grace the Duke of Buccleugh, Governor of the Royal Bank of Scotland.
+Her Grace the Dutchess of Buccleugh.
+The Right Hon. the Marquis of Buckingham, Lord Lieutenant of the County
+        of Bucks, and one of his Majesty's Privy Council.
+The Right Hon. the Marchioness of Buckingham.
+The Right Hon. the Earl of Buckinghamshire, one of his Majesty's Privy
+        Council.
+The Right Hon. the Countess of Buckinghamshire.
+The Right Hon. the Earl of Beaulieu.
+The Right Hon. Lady Diana Beauclerk.
+The Right Rev. the Bishop of Bath and Wells.
+The Right Rev. the Bishop of Bangor.
+The Right Hon. Lord Boston, a Lord of the Bedchamber.
+The Right Hon. Lord Brownlow.
+The Right Hon. Lady Brownlow.
+The Right Hon. Lord Brudenell, Master of the Robes.
+The Right Hon. Lady Caroline Bruce.
+The Right Hon. Lady Frances Bruce.
+The Hon. Mrs. Baillie, Edinburgh.
+The Hon. Henry Burton.
+The Hon. Mrs. Boscawen.
+The Hon. Miss Boscawen, Maid of Honour to the Queen.
+Sir Edward Bacon, Premier Baronet of England.
+Lady Bacon.
+Lady Blake.
+Sir Harry Burrard, Bart.
+Lady Blount.
+The Rev. Nicholas Bacon, Coddenham.
+Robert Baillie, Esq. Carphin, Fife.
+Matthew Baillie, Esq.
+Miss Baillie.
+Miss J. Baillie.
+Mrs. Balcanqual, Cupar, Fife.
+James Balmain, Esq. Commissioner of Excise, Edinburgh.
+Miss Caroline Balmain.
+Mr. James Banfield.
+Dugald Bannatine, Esq.
+William Barkley, Esq.
+Captain Barkley, Play Hatch, Berks.
+Mrs. Barkley.
+Edward Barnard, Esq.
+Mrs. Barnouin.
+Miss Barnouin, Southampton.
+The Rev. William Barrow, L.L.D.
+Miss Caroline Barlow, Winton.
+Miss Barry.
+Miss Barton.
+---- Barton, Esq.
+Mrs. Barwell.
+The Rev. Dr. Bates.
+Mrs. Bates.
+Joah Bates, Esq. Commissioner of the Customs.
+Mrs. J. Bates.
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+John Bax, Esq.
+Fowill Baxton, Esq.
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+Miss Bayly, Colchester.
+Matthew Beachcroft, Esq.
+Mrs. Beachwell.
+Edward Bearcroft, Esq.
+Miss Bearcroft.
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+Henry Beaufoy, Esq.
+Mrs. Beaufoy.
+Mr. Beaumont.
+Mr. Robert Beggar, jun. Sheens, Edinburgh.
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+Mrs. Belson.
+John Bicknell, Esq. Barrister at Law.
+Mrs. Bicknell.
+Charles Bicknell, Esq.
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+Mrs. Billingsley, Edinburgh.
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+Miss Billingsley.
+John Bill, Esq. Totteridge.
+The Rev. Mr. Birch.
+Thomas Birch, Esq.
+---- Bird, Esq.
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+Miss Bisson.
+Mr. Blackbourn.
+Mrs. Blagny.
+Miss Blake, Crewkerne, Somersetshire.
+John Bonar, Esq. Excise-Office, Edinburgh.
+Alexander Bonar, Esq. Edinburgh.
+Andrew Bonar, Esq. Ditto.
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+Phineas Bond, Esq. Barrister at Law.
+Book Society, St. Alban's.
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+Miss Bosanquet.
+William Boscawen, Esq. Barrister at Law, and a Commissioner of the
+        Victualling-Office.
+James Bosquet, Esq.
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+Captain Boteler, Henley.
+Mrs. Bott.
+The Rev. Jonathan Boucher, Epsom.
+Miss Boucher, Yeovil, Somersetshire.
+The Rev. Mr. Bouts.
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+Charles Bowler, Esq. Lymington, Hants.
+The Rev. Mr. Bowness.
+Joseph Boyce, Esq.
+---- Boyer, Esq.
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+Barrington Bradshaw, Esq.
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+Mr. Bradstreet, St. John's College, Cambridge.
+Daniel Braithwaite, Esq.
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+Miss Bray.
+Mrs. Brewse, Ipswich.
+---- Bridger, Esq.
+Miss Bridger.
+Mrs. Britt.
+Thomas H. Broadhead, Esq.
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+William Bromfield, Esq.
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+Alexander Brown, Esq. Librarian to the Faculty of Advocates, Edinburgh.
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+Edward Bruce, Esq. Edinburgh.
+Mr. James Bruce, Ditto.
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+---- Bryant, Esq.
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+John Buchan, Esq. Writer to the Signet, Edinburgh.
+Charles Buerchier, Esq.
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+---- Bull, Esq. Wilton.
+---- Buller, Esq. ditto.
+Mr. Joseph Bullen.
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+Mr. J. S. Burford.
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+J. C. Burgh, Esq.
+George Burne, Esq.
+Harry Burrard, Esq. Lymington.
+Mrs. Butler, Yeovil, Somerset.
+Edward Butler, Esq. jun. Warminster.
+Mrs. De Butts.
+
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+
+His Grace the Archbishop of Canterbury.
+The Right Hon. Lord Camden, President of the Council.
+The Right Hon. the Marquis of Carmarthen, one of his Majesty's Principal
+        Secretaries of State.
+The Right Hon. the Earl of Corke.
+The Right Hon. the Earl of Clarendon, Chancellor of the Dutchy of
+        Lancaster.
+The Dowager Countess of Cavan.
+The Right Rev. the Bishop of Carlisle.
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+The Right Hon. Lord Cadogan.
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+The Hon. Mrs. Cornwallis.
+Sir James Campbell, Bart.
+Lady Campbell, Madras.
+Sir George Cornwall, Bart.
+Lady Cornwall.
+Sir Thomas Clavering, Bart.
+Ilay Campbell, Esq. Lord Advocate of Scotland.
+---- Cabonet, Esq.
+Philip Cade, Esq.
+Mrs. P. Cade.
+Miss Cadogan.
+Mrs. Caillaud.
+Colonel Campbell, Monzie.
+Lieutenant Colonel Campbell, Madras.
+Mrs. Campbell.
+Mr. Archibald Campbell.
+Miss Campbell.
+William Campbell, Esq. Fairfield.
+John Campbell, Esq. Barrister at Law.
+Miss Campbell.
+Capt. R. N. Campbell.
+Miss Campbell, Edinburgh.
+Miss Campion, Colchester.
+Mrs. Capadoce.
+---- Carbonell, Esq.
+Mrs. Carbonell.
+Peter Caralet, jun. Esq.
+Mrs. Reginald P. Carew.
+Mrs. Carke.
+Mr. James Carmichael, Eymouth.
+John Carr, Esq. Ryshope.
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+Edward Castance, Esq.
+Mrs. Castance.
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+A.H. Chambers, Esq.
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+Mr. William Charlton, Alnwick.
+Miss Chartres, Ednam House.
+Robert Chester, Esq.
+Mrs. Chester.
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+Miss Cheveley.
+Joseph Chew, Esq.
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+---- Chowne, Esq.
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+The Rev. Mr. Clarkson, Kirkharle.
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+William Clay, Esq.
+Mrs. Margaret Clayton.
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+Miss K. Clavering, ditto.
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+The late Mrs. Clive.
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+John Clunie, Esq. Berwick.
+William Coates, Esq. Bristol.
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+Richard Cockran, Esq.
+Miss Coles.
+---- Collet, Esq.
+The Rev. S. Collinson, Oxford.
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+Miss Colquoun, Edinburgh.
+Henry Compton, Esq.
+Robert Comyns, Esq. Barrister at Law.
+Lancelot Conyngham, Esq. Winchester.
+William Cooper, Esq.
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+The Rev. Dr. Cooper, Prebendary of Durham.
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+Richard Cosway, Esq.
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+Mr. Cotton.
+Robert Cotton, Esq.
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+John Cotton, Esq. Richmond.
+John Cottrell, Esq.
+John Cornwall, Esq.
+Mrs. Cornwall.
+Miss Corbet, St. Alban's.
+Thomas Coutts, Esq.
+---- Couper, Esq.
+Thomas Cowper, Esq. King's Counsel.
+Mrs. T. Cowper.
+Mr. Cowper, Norwich.
+The Rev. Mr. Cowper.
+Mrs. Cox.
+Lieutenant Colonel Craig.
+---- Craig, Esq.
+John Cranford, Esq.
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+Charles Alexander Crickett, Esq.
+Thomas Croft, Esq.
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+George Crow, Esq. Netherbyres.
+Mr. Thomas Cruikshank.
+Mrs. Cumberland.
+Alexander Cunningham, Esq.
+Colonel Cunningham, Berwick.
+Miss Curre.
+William Curteis, Esq.
+
+D.
+
+His Grace the Duke of Devonshire.
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+The Right Hon. the Earl of Dumfries.
+The Right Hon. Lady Viscountess Duncannon.
+The Right Rev. the Bishop of St. David's.
+The late Lord Dacre.
+The Dowager Lady Dacre.
+The Right Hon. Lady Harriot Dom.
+The Right Hon. Lady Helen Douglas.
+Lord Dunsinan, one of the Senators of the College of Justice.
+The Hon. George Damer.
+The Hon. Mrs. Davy.
+Lady Don.
+Sir John D'Oyley, Bart.
+Mrs. Dalgliesh, Edinburgh.
+Robert Dallas, Esq. Barrister at Law.
+Mr. Dalzell, Professor of Greek, Edinburgh.
+Mrs. Daniel, Yeovil, Somerset.
+Harry Darby, Esq. Grange-hill, Essex.
+Miss Darby, Walhampton, Hants.
+Mr. John Darby, Hatfield, Herts.
+Mr. Edmund Darby.
+Lionell Darell, Esq. a Director of the East-India Company.
+Robert Darell, Esq.
+The Rev. Dr. Davis, Upper-Master of Eton School.
+---- Davison, Esq.
+Miss Davison, Berwick.
+Eleazer Davy, Esq.
+James Dawkins, Esq.
+George Dawkins, Esq.
+Mrs. Dawkins.
+John Dawson, Esq.
+William Day, Esq.
+Anthony Deane, jun. Esq.
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+Miss Dealtry, Lonridge.
+Joseph Debaufre, Esq.
+Richard Debaufre, Esq.
+Miss Maria De Burgh, Southampton.
+Miss Deering, Ripon.
+John Degruchy, Esq.
+John Delamain, Esq.
+Mrs. Demham, Chigwell, Essex.
+George Dempster, Esq. Secretary to the Order of the Thistle.
+Mrs. Dempster.
+John Hamilton Dempster, a Captain in the Naval Service of the East-India
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+Mrs. J.H. Dempster.
+Major Dennis.
+Mrs. Ann Dennis.
+Mrs. Derbie, Bridgewater, Somersetshire.
+Edward Desborough, Esq.
+Miss Des Champs.
+William Devaynes, Esq. Chairman of the East-India Company.
+Court D'ewes, Esq. Wellsburn, Warwickshire.
+Barnard D'ewes, Esq. Hagley, Worcestershire.
+Mrs. Dickson, Ednam House.
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+Miss Dickson, Taunton, Somerset.
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+Capt. Mark Dickens.
+Rev. Dr. Dickens, Archdeacon of Durham.
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+The Rev. Dr. Disney, Chelsea.
+Michael Dobson, Esq.
+Miss Dobson, Hackney.
+Mr. George Dominicus.
+Silvester Douglas, Esq. Barrister at Law.
+Miss Douglas, Springwood Park.
+Mrs. Douglas.
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+Archibald Douglas, Esq. Cavers.
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+Mrs. D'Oyley, St. Alban's.
+George Drake, Esq.
+Mrs. Drake.
+Charles Druce, Esq.
+---- Drury, jun. Esq.
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+The Rev. Dr. Dumaresque, Yeovilton, Somerset.
+William Dunbar, Esq.
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+Alexander Duncan, South Port.
+Francis Duroure, Esq.
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+Miss Dutens.
+Miss Dutton.
+The Rev. Dr. Duval, Canon of Windsor, Treasurer and Secretary to his
+        Royal Highness the Duke of Glocester.
+
+E.
+
+The Right Hon. the Earl of Effingham, Master of the Mint.
+The Right Hon. the Earl of Egremont.
+The Right Rev. the Bishop of Ely.
+The Hon. Thomas Erskine, King's Counsel, and Attorney-General to the
+        Prince of Wales.
+The Hon. Mrs. T. Erskine.
+The Hon. Andrew Erskine.
+Mrs. Eade.
+Henry Earle, Esq.
+Mrs. K. Edgar, Ipswich.
+Mrs. Edmeston, Berwick.
+Miss Elizabeth Edmeston, Berwick.
+---- Edmonds, Esq.
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+The Rev. Mr. Archdeacon Edwards.
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+Miss Elliott, ditto.
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+George Ernest, Esq.
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+John Everth, Esq.
+Thomas Evens, Esq.
+---- Evens, Esq.
+John Ewer, Esq.
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+Mrs. A. Eyres.
+
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+
+The Right Hon. Earl Fitzwilliam.
+The Right Hon. Lord Fortescue.
+The Right Hon. Lady Charlotte Finch.
+The Hon. John Fitzwilliam, a General in the Army, and Colonel of the
+        Second Regiment of Horse.
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+George Fairholm, Esq.
+Colin Falconer, Esq. Woodleat Park.
+Miss M. C. Fanshawe.
+The Rev. Hugh Farmer, Walthamstow.
+The Rev. Dr. Farmer.
+William Farquarson, Esq. Edinburgh.
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+Miss Charlotte Faulkner.
+William Fawkener, Esq. Clerk of the Council.
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+Mrs. Fergusson, ditto.
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+Miss Ferrers, Chigwell, Essex.
+Thomas Ferrers, Esq.
+The Rev. Edmund Ferrers.
+The Rev. J. Bromfield Ferrers.
+Henry Festing, Esq.
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+Miss Figg, Berwick.
+Miss Finch.
+John Fiott, Esq. Totteridge.
+Mrs. Fiott.
+Captain Edward Fiott, Jersey.
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+Thomas Fitzhugh, Esq.
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+Mrs. H. Fonnereau, Colchester.
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+Jessey Foot, Esq.
+John Foote, Esq.
+---- Forsteen, Esq.
+The Rev. Dr. Forster, Colchester.
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+Mrs. R. Forester, Berwick.
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+John Frere, Esq. F. R. S. and F. A. S.
+William French, Esq.
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+Miss Froud, Matcomb, Dorset.
+Mrs. Furie.
+
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+
+Her Grace the Dutchess of Grafton.
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+The Hon. Mrs. L. Gower.
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+Sir Thomas Gooch, Bart.
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+Sir Charles Grey.
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+Henry Gally, Esq. Barrister at Law.
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+Miss Henrietta Gavillar.
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+---- Gauder, Esq. Sherborne, Dorsetshire,
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+Miss Gaussen.
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+G. Chapman George, Esq.
+Miss Gibson, Hackney.
+Mrs. M. Girardoles, Putney.
+Robert Glynn, Esq. M. D. Fellow of the Royal College of Physicians, and
+        of King's College, Cambridge.
+Stephen Peter Godin, Esq. Cullards Grove, Middlesex.
+Mrs. Godin, Hampton, Middlesex.
+Mrs. Goddard.
+William Godfrey, Esq.
+---- Godfrey, Esq.
+The Rev. Mr. John Gooch.
+Mrs. Hester Goodere.
+Mrs. Goodfellow.
+Mrs. Goodford, Yeovil, Somerset.
+Mrs. Gosset.
+Miss Gough.
+Colonel Gould.
+Mrs. Gould, of Colchester.
+Robert Graham, Esq. Barrister at Law.
+Miss Graham, Berwick.
+The Rev. Mr. John Granville, Calwich, Staffordshire.
+---- Graystock, Esq.
+Mrs. Gray, Colchester.
+Miss Gray, Edinburgh.
+Thomas Gray, Esq. of the 14th Regiment.
+Augustine Greenland, Esq.
+Mrs. Greenland.
+Miss Greenland.
+General Green.
+Mrs. Grey, Fallsdon.
+Miss Grey, ditto.
+Francis Gregg, jun. Esq.
+Anthony Gregson, Esq. Lanlin.
+Mrs. Gregson, Prekton.
+Mrs. Greive, Berwick.
+Mark Gregory, Esq.
+Thomas Gregory, Esq.
+The Rev. George Gregory.
+Mrs. Grene.
+Philip Gretton, Esq. Colchester.
+The Rev. B. Grisdale.
+Mrs. Groote.
+William Grove, Esq.
+William Grove, Esq. of Lichfield.
+Miss Gurdon, Colchester.
+Miss Guy.
+William Guy, Esq. Colchester.
+Mrs. Gwathim.
+
+H.
+
+His Grace the Duke of Hamilton.
+Her Grace the Dutchess of Hamilton.
+The Right Hon. the Earl of Hopetoun, one of the Sixteen Peers of
+        Scotland.
+The Right Hon. the Countess of Hopetoun.
+The Right Hon. Lord Howard de Walden, a General of his Majesty's Forces,
+        and Colonel of the First Troop of Horse Grenadier Guards.
+The Right Hon. Lady Howard de Walden.
+The Right Hon. Lord Harrowby.
+The Right Hon. Lady Harrowby.
+The Hon. Miss Hamilton.
+The Hon. Mrs. Hanbury.
+Sir John Henderson, Bart.
+Sir James Hall, Bart.
+Sir Andrew Snape Hammond, Bart.
+Lady Haggerston.
+George Hardinge, Esq. F. A. S. King's Counsel, and Solicitor-General to
+        the Queen.
+Mrs. G. Hardinge.
+Mrs. Haden.
+Mrs. Haggerston, Ellingham.
+Miss Haggerston.
+Thomas Haggeston, Esq. Sandac.
+Mrs. E. Haistwell.
+The Rev. Mr. Halters, Wimbledon.
+Miss Halkerston.
+Mrs. Hall.
+Miss Hall, Edinburgh.
+Mrs. Hall.
+Rev. Mr. Halls, Colchester.
+William Hall, Esq.
+Mrs. Halliday, Taunton, Somerset.
+Miss Halliday, ditto.
+Mr. Halliwell.
+John James Hamilton, Esq.
+Colonel Hamilton, Dabriel.
+William Hamilton, Esq.
+Mrs. W. Hamilton.
+Miss Hamilton.
+Rev. Dr. Hamilton, Archdeacon of Colchester, and Vicar of St. Martin's
+        in the Fields, F.R.S. and F.A.S.
+Miss Hanbury.
+Miss F. Hanbury.
+Miss E. Hankle.
+Miss M. Hannay,
+Mrs. Hardinge.
+Miss Hardinge.
+Miss Julia Hardinge.
+George Hardinge, jun. Esq.
+The Rev. Mr. Hardinge, Vicar of Kingston upon Thames.
+Richard Hardinge, Esq. Captain of the Kent East-Indiaman.
+Miss Harford.
+Francis Hargrave, jun. Esq.
+Mrs. Hargrave.
+Robert Harper, Esq.
+The Rev. Mr. Harper.
+Thomas Harris, Esq. Knightsbridge.
+The Rev. A. Harris, Maidstone, Kent.
+R. Harris, Esq. ditto.
+John Harrison, Esq.
+Miss Harrison.
+Mr. William Harrison, Devon.
+The Rev. George Harvey, Sherborne, Dorset.
+Warren Hastings, Esq.
+Mrs. Hastings.
+Miss N. Hastings, Sussex.
+Miss Hawes.
+Miss Maria Hawes.
+Mrs. Hawksworth, Bromley.
+Miss Haward, Shidlane.
+William Hayley, Esq. Eartham, Sussex.
+Mrs. Hayley.
+Mrs. Heartcup.
+Dr. Heberden, M.D.
+Mr. Heclas.
+The late Rev. Mr. Hemmings, Minister of the Chapel at Twickenham.
+Mrs. Hemmings.
+Robert Henderson, Esq. Edinburgh.
+Robert Henderson, Esq.
+Colonel David Hepburn.
+Miss Herbert.
+Mrs. Hewitt, Colchester.
+---- Higden, Esq.
+Mr. Hill, Professor of Humanity, Edinburgh.
+Miss Hill.
+Mrs. Hill.
+The Rev. Mr. Hill.
+Miss Hill.
+R. M. Hills, Esq. Colchester.
+Mrs. Hodgson.
+Miss Hoffman.
+Mr. G. Hoggarth, Lennelhill,
+James Hogbin, Esq.
+Mrs. Holden.
+Robert Holder, Esq.
+John Holiday, Esq.
+Mrs. Holman.
+---- Holman, Esq.
+Mrs. Hood.
+John Hoole, Esq.
+Mrs. Hoole.
+The Rev. Mr. J. Hoole.
+B. Bond Hopkins, Esq. Wimbledon.
+Dr. John Hope, Professor of Botany, Edinburgh.
+T. Hopkins, Esq.
+William Hornbey, Esq.
+Mrs. Hornbey.
+Mrs. Houblon.
+Dr. Houlston, Liverpool.
+Mr. Houlston.
+Miss Howel, of Yeovil, Somerset.
+Miss Hughes, Berwick.
+Henry Hughes, Esq.
+---- Hume, Esq.
+David Hume, Esq. Edinburgh.
+Mrs. Hume.
+Mrs. Hunter.
+Mrs. John Hunter.
+Joseph Hurlock, Esq.
+The Rev. Mr. Hutcheson, Suffolk.
+Miss Hutcheson, Putney.
+The Rev. Mr. Hutson.
+E. H.
+
+J.
+
+Sir William Jerningham, Bart.
+Miss Jackson, Nicholas-Field, Kelso.
+Henry Jackson, Esq.
+Thomas Scott Jackson, Esq.
+Mrs. T. S. Jackson.
+Charles Jackson, jun. Esq.
+Miss Jackson.
+William Jameson, Esq.
+Mrs. Jameson.
+Mr. Jameson, Haggerston.
+Gilbert James, Esq. Stowe.
+Miss James, East Harptry, Somerset.
+Mrs. Mary Jeffries.
+Miss M. Jeffries.
+John Jeffreys, Esq.
+John Jeffreys, Esq. Berwick.
+William Jeffreys, Esq. ditto.
+Edward Jeffries, Esq. Treasurer of St. Thomas's Hospital.
+----  Jeffries, Esq. Sherborne, Dorset.
+Joseph Jekyll, Esq. Barrister at Law.
+Robert Jenner, Esq.
+Mrs. Jenner.
+Edward Jerningham, Esq.
+Jervoise Clark Jervoise, Esq.
+The Rev. T. Jerwis.
+Mrs. Jesser, Hackney.
+Miss Jillard, Bishop Hall, Somerset.
+Hugh Inglis, Esq.
+Mrs. Inglis.
+Hugh Inglis, Esq.
+Mr. Robert Ingram, Sidney College, Cambridge.
+Mrs. Ingram,
+Mrs. Ingram.
+William Innes, Esq.
+Miss Johnsone.
+Mifs Johnson, Bromley.
+Mrs. Johnson.
+Mrs. Jones.
+William Jones, Esq.
+Mrs. Jones.
+Mr. Jones.
+Daniel Jones, Esq.
+Mrs. D. Jones.
+Valentine Jones, Esq.
+Miss Jones.
+John Jonson, Esq.
+T. Jordan, Esq.
+---- Jordan, Esq.
+Mrs. Jordan, Oakhill, Somerset.
+Miss Julliott.
+Mrs. Jupp.
+
+K.
+
+Lady Kent.
+George Keate, Esq.
+Miss Keene.
+Edmund Kelly, Esq.
+Kelso Library.
+John Kemble, Esq.
+Miss Kemble.
+J. W. Kendall, Esq.
+Miss Kenniesley.
+Cranmer Kenrick, Esq. Southgate, Middlesex.
+Mrs. Kerr.
+Mr. William Kerr, Cornhill.
+The Rev. Mr. Kesterman, Christ's College, Cambridge.
+Miss Kesterman, Colchester.
+Miss Mary Kesterman, ditto.
+William Keymer, Esq.
+Miss Kidney, Knuston Hall, Northampton.
+James King, Esq.
+Mrs. E. King.
+Shaw King, Esq. Colchester.
+Miss Kinlock, Gilmerton.
+John Kingsman, Esq.
+The Rev. Dr. Kippis.
+Mrs. Kippis.
+John Kirkpatrick, Esq.
+Mrs. Knapp.
+E. Knight, Esq.
+Samuel Knight, Esq.
+Mrs. Knight.
+John Knill, Esq.
+
+L.
+
+The Right Hon. the Earl of Leicester, Captain of the Band of Pensioners,
+        President of the Antiquarian Society, and F.R.S.
+The Right Hon. the Countess of Leicester.
+The Right Rev. the Bishop of Lichfield and Coventry.
+The Right Rev. the Bishop of Llandaff.
+The Right Hon. Lady Charlotte Legge.
+Sir William Loraine, Bart.
+Lady Loraine.
+Mrs. Labarte, Clonmel, Ireland.
+A Lady.
+Multon Lambard, Esq.
+The Rev. Thomas Lambard, Vicar of Ash in Kent.
+Mrs. F. Lambard.
+Mrs. Lambert.
+Mrs. Landels, Etal.
+Thomas Langley, Esq.
+---- Landseer, Esq.
+John Lane, Esq.
+Mrs. Lane.
+Miss E. Lane.
+The Rev. Mr. Lane.
+Miss Larpent.
+Miss F. Larpent.
+The Rev. Mr. Law, Preb. of Carlisle.
+Mrs. Laws, Poulton-House, Wilts.
+Mrs. Allan Lawrence.
+French Lawrence, Esq.
+---- Lawrence, Esq.
+Herbert Lawrence, Esq.
+The Rev. C. P. Layard, F.R.S. F.A.S.
+Mrs. Layard.
+Mrs. Layton, Weymouth.
+Mrs. Leather.
+Mrs. Lee, of Totteridge Park.
+Miss Lee.
+Miss Louisa Lee.
+Harman Leece, Esq.
+William N. Leeves, Esq. Tonton, Sussex.
+Hugh Leicester, Esq. Barrister at Law.
+Rev. John Lettice, Pearsemarsh, Sussex.
+Robert Lewin, Esq.
+S. Lewin, Esq. Hackney.
+C. Lewis, Esq.
+T. Lewis, Esq.
+Mrs. Lewis.
+Miss Lewis.
+R. Lewis, Esq; Colchester.
+Rev. Mr. Linsey.
+Mr. James Lind, Gosport.
+---- Livingstone, Esq.
+Colonel Livingstone, Edinburgh.
+Mr. F. Lloyd.
+---- Lloyd, Esq.
+William Locke, Esq.
+Mrs. Locke.
+Mrs. Lockwood.
+George Logan, Esq. Ednom.
+---- Lomax, Esq.
+Mr. William Long.
+Mrs. Robert Long.
+Thomas Longlands, Esq.
+Mrs. Losack.
+Miss Losack.
+Capt. George Losack, of the Navy.
+Mrs. Love.
+Mr. John Lowdell.
+J. D. Lucadon, Esq.
+Miss Lucas.
+Mrs. Ludbey.
+Rev. Dr. Lullerton.
+Rev. William Lush, Warminster, Wilts.
+---- Luttley, Esq.
+Henry Lyell, Esq.
+Mrs. Lyell.
+Rev. Mr. Daniel Lysons.
+Samuel Lysons, Esq.
+Miss G. L.
+
+M.
+
+His Grace the Duke of Montagu, Master of the Horse to the King.
+The Right Hon. Lord Milton.
+The Right Hon. Lord Viscount Maitland.
+The Right Hon. Lady Viscountess Maitland.
+The Right Hon. Lady Louisa Macdonald.
+The Right Hon. Lady Augusta Murray.
+The Right Hon. Lady Hay Macdougal.
+Major General Lord McLeod.
+The Hon. Mrs. Mackay.
+The Hon. Miss Murray.
+The Hon. Miss ---- Murray.
+The Hon. Archibald Macdonald, Solicitor General to the King, and a Welch
+        Judge.
+The Hon. Capt. William Maitland.
+The Hon. Frederick Montague.
+Sir Hector Munro, Knight of the Bath.
+Mrs. Montagu.
+Miss Maclean.
+E. L. Mackurds, Esq.
+George Macauley, Esq.
+Capt. Macbride.
+Archibald Macdonald, Esq. Edinburgh.
+Mr. T. McDonald, Writer to the Signet, Edinburgh.
+General Macnab, ditto.
+Capt. Hector Mac Neal, Hugdale.
+H. Macneil, Esq. Stirling.
+James Macpherson, Esq.
+Mrs. Madan.
+John Madocks, Esq. King's Counsel.
+John Madocks, jun. Esq.
+Mrs. J. Madocks.
+John Madelison, Esq.
+Capt. Alex. Charles Maitland.
+Mrs. Majorebanks, Lees.
+John Malliet, Esq.
+Mrs. Malliet.
+Miss Malliet.
+Edward Mason, Esq.
+James Mansfield, Esq.
+Rev. W. L. Mansel, Fellow of Trinity College, Cambridge.
+Mrs. Manson, Berwick.
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+Miss Albinia Mathias.
+Miss C. Mathias.
+Thomas James Mathias, Esq.
+Charles Matthew, Esq. Colchester.
+Mrs. Maty.
+John Marton, Esq.
+Mrs. Marsh, Ford.
+Mrs. Marshall, St. Alban's.
+Joseph Marshal, Esq. Edrington.
+---- Maud, Esq.
+Miss Maud.
+John Maughen, Esq.
+---- Maurice, Esq. Bristol.
+Miss Mayaffre.
+Mrs. Maynard.
+Mrs. Meech, Dorchester.
+Francis Menet, Esq.
+Mrs. Menet.
+C. Metcalfe, Esq.
+Mrs. Meynell.
+Miss Harriot Meynell.
+William Middleton, Esq.
+Mrs. Middleton, Stockald.
+Charles Mills, Esq.
+T. Mills, Esq. Colchester.
+Mrs. Miller, Glenlee.
+Mrs. Mingay.
+Isaac Minors, Esq.
+T. Minors, jun. Esq.
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+John Mitford, Esq. Barrister at Law.
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+Miss Moffat.
+T. Monk, Esq.
+Mrs. Monoux.
+James Montague, Esq.
+Mrs. Moncaster, Wallsend.
+Mrs. Moore, Lambeth House.
+Dr. Moore, M. D.
+Mrs. Moore.
+Miss Moore.
+Major Moore.
+James Moore, Esq.
+Graham Moore, Esq.
+Francis Moore, Esq.
+Mr. Charles Moore.
+---- Moore, Esq.
+Mrs. Hannah More.
+Rev. Mr. Morrison.
+T. Hooper Morrison, Esq. Winchester.
+Mrs. Morgan, Enfield.
+Rev. Thomas Morgan.
+Thomas Morgan, Esq. Chigwell, Essex.
+James Morley, Esq.
+Mrs. Morris, St. Neots.
+Mrs. Caroline Morris.
+John Morthland, Esq. Advocate, Edinburgh.
+Lieutenant Colonel Morse.
+Mrs. R. Morse.
+Thomas Morton, Esq.
+Mrs. Motto.
+Rev. Mr. Mountain, Colchester.
+F.R.C. Mundy, Esq. Marton, Derbyshire.
+Mrs. Mundy.
+Mrs. Munn, Greenwich.
+Mrs. M. Munn, Bromley.
+Mrs. Munster.
+Miss Murray, Edinburgh.
+Hutcheson Mure, Esq.
+Daniel Mussenden, Esq.
+
+N.
+
+Hon. Miss North.
+Lady Norcliffe.
+Major Nesbit.
+John Nesham, Esq.
+Francis Newberry, Esq.
+Mrs. Newell, Oxon.
+G. L. Newnham, Esq. King's Counsel.
+Andrew Newton, Esq. Lichfield.
+Nicholas Nicholas, Esq.
+William Nicholl, Esq.
+Dr. John Nicholl, LL.D.
+The Rev. Norton Nicholls, Vicar of Blandestone, Suffolk.
+Mrs. Nicholls.
+George Nicol, Esq.
+Monsieur Nichea, Docteur en Medecine, & Maitre en Chirurgie, au Service
+        de S.A.R. Monseigneur Archiduc Ferdinand d'Autriche, &c. a
+        Milan.
+Miss Noake, Bristol.
+Miss Noble.
+Miss Norton, Ipswich.
+
+O.
+
+Mrs. Oliphant.
+Mrs. Ord, Lonridge.
+Mr. Ord.
+Robert Orme, Esq.
+Robert Orme, Esq.
+Rev. Mr. Orme.
+Robert Osborne, Esq.
+William Osgood, Esq. Barrister at Law.
+Miss Aurca Ottway.
+Robert Ouchterteny, jun. Esq. Montrose.
+Rev. Mr. Owen.
+
+P.
+
+The Right Hon. Lady Catharine Powlett.
+The Hon. John J. Pratt, a Lord of the Admiralty.
+The Hon. Mrs. Pratt.
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+The Hon. Miss Pitt.
+Sir James Pringle, Bart.
+Lady Pringle.
+Sir Ralph Payne, Knight of the Bath.
+Lady Phillips.
+Sir T. B. Proctor, Bart.
+Lady B. Proctor.
+Sir William Pepperell, Bart.
+Lady Peyton.
+The Hon. ---- Pelham.
+The Hon. Mr. Baron Perryn.
+The Hon. Spencer Perceval.
+Arthur Piggott, Esq. King's Counsel, and Solicitor General to the Prince
+        of Wales.
+Thomas Palmer, Esq.
+William Palmer, Esq.
+John Palmer, Esq.
+Astley Palmer, Essq.
+Miss Palmer.
+The Rev. Mr. Panton.
+Mrs. Parker.
+Robert Parker, jun. Esq. Hallifax.
+Mrs. Parminster, Koninster, Somerset.
+Mrs. Parsons, Blagden, Somerset.
+Mrs. Parkhurst, Epsom.
+Mrs. T. Pare, Salisbury.
+The Rev. Mr. Pashwood.
+Mrs. Patrick.
+Mrs. Pattinson.
+Miss Paul.
+The Rev. Mr. Peach, Minister of East Shene in Surrey.
+Miss Pearce.
+Miss Ann Peareth, Ryton.
+Mrs. Peck.
+Miss Pedley.
+Mrs. Pegg, Beachcliff, Derbyshire.
+Rev. T. B. Peirson, Lichfield.
+Henry Pelham, Esq. a Commissioner of the Customs.
+Mrs. Pelham.
+Thomas Penrose, Esq. Winchester.
+Miss Pepperell.
+Mrs. Pepys.
+Mrs. Perkins, Oakhill, Somerset.
+Mr. Perkins.
+Miss Perrott.
+Miss Perryn.
+James Perryn, Esq.
+Mrs. Phiby, Edinburgh.
+Miss Phillips.
+Miss C. Phillips.
+Miss Joyce Phillips.
+Miss L. Phillips.
+Mrs. Pickard, Enfield.
+Miss Pickard, Colchester.
+Rev. Mr. Pickbourne.
+Mrs. Pierce.
+Miss Pigott.
+Dr. Pitcairne, M.D.
+Lieutenant S. Pleydell, Edinburgh.
+Hall Plumer, Esq.
+Mrs. Plumer.
+Thomas Plumer, Esq. Barrister at Law.
+Miss Pole.
+Miss E. Pole.
+Miss Poole, Hooke, Sussex.
+Miss Poole, Hull.
+Mrs. Pope.
+Miss Pope.
+Miss Porter.
+James Potts, Esq. Kelso.
+Thomas Potts, Esq. ditto.
+Mrs. Povoleri.
+---- Powell, Esq. Clare Hall.
+James Powell, Esq.
+Mrs. Powell.
+Miss Powell.
+Colonel Pownall.
+Mrs. Pownall.
+Thomas Powys, Esq. Berwick.
+Mrs. Powys.
+John Pratt, Esq. Bayham Abbey.
+Mrs. E. Pratt.
+S. J. Pratt, Esq.
+Miss Pratt, Haibledown, Canterbury.
+W. M. Praed, jun. Esq.
+Miss Martha Preton, Sherborne, Dorset.
+Jacob Presten, Esq.
+Mrs. Presten.
+Rev. Richard Price, D.D. and F.R.S.
+Nicholas Price, Esq.
+Samuel Price, Esq.
+Miss Price.
+Lacey Primatt, Esq.
+Miss Pringle.
+Mark Pringle, Esq.
+Mrs. Pringle, Torwoodlee.
+Mrs. Pringle, Bowland.
+Capt. John Pringle, Georgefield.
+Mr. Samuel Pritchard.
+Miss Proctor.
+G. B. Proctor, Esq.
+William Pulteney, Esq.
+Miss Pye.
+Anthony Pyne, Esq. Winchester.
+
+R.
+
+His Grace the Duke of Roxburgh.
+The Right Hon. the Dowager Marchioness of Rockingham.
+The Right Hon. the Countess of Rothes.
+Hon. Baron Rutherford.
+Lady Rich.
+Lady Robinson.
+Sir Joshua Reynolds.
+E. Radcliffe, Esq.
+Abraham Ragueneau, Esq.
+Rev. Mr. Raikes, Measden.
+Mrs. Rich. Raikes, Measden.
+Charles Raikes, Esq.
+William Raikes, Esq.
+William Matthew Raikes, Esq.
+Mrs. Thomas Raikes.
+William Ramsey, Esq. Edinburgh.
+William Ramsey, jun. Esq.
+William Ramus, Esq.
+Miss Ramus.
+W. C. Ranspack, Esq.
+Miss Randall, Southgate, Middlesex.
+Rev. A. Randolph, Wimbledon, Surrey.
+John Ranby, Esq.
+Miss Ruth Raper.
+Peter Rashleigh, Esq.
+T. Rashleigh, Esq.
+Miss Rashleigh.
+Rev. Mr. Ratheram, Houghton le Spring.
+Mrs. Ravaud.
+Rev. Mr. Rauth.
+Capt. Raymond, Gloucester.
+Richard Raynsford, Esq.
+---- Ready, Esq. Gloucester.
+Mr. Redpath.
+Miss Reeves.
+Isaac Reed, Esq.
+The Rev. Dr. Rees.
+Mrs. Reid.
+Mr. James Renton, Berwick.
+Mr. R. Renton, Aymouth.
+Miss Reynells.
+Dr. Reynolds, M.D.
+Richard Richards, Esq. Barrister at Law.
+Rev. David Richards, South Petherton, Somerset.
+Miss Richardson.
+Miss Richardson, Stratford.
+R. Richardson, Esq.
+Samuel Richardson, Esq.
+Miss Riddock.
+Mrs. Ridout, Moortown, Devon.
+Mr. William Riddle, Berwick,
+Miss Riddle, ditto.
+Captain Rigg.
+---- Ringstead, Esq.
+Horatio Ripley, Esq.
+John Roberts, Esq.
+Mrs. Roberts.
+Miss Roberts.
+Thomas Robber, Esq.
+William Robinson, Esq. Edinburgh.
+Rev. Mr. Robertson, Vicar of Horncastle.
+Mrs. Robertson.
+Mrs. Robertson, Prenderguest.
+Dr. Rodbert.
+Henry Rodbart, Esq. Merriott, Somerset.
+Miss Rogers.
+Miss C. Rogers, Frenchay, Glocestershire.
+Edward Rogers, Esq.
+Thomas Rogers, Esq.
+George Romney, Esq.
+J. Roope, Esq.
+James Tyrell Ross, Esq.
+Mrs. W. Ross.
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+Miss Charlotte Ross.
+George Rofe, Esq. Winchester.
+T. Round, Esq. Colchester.
+Mr. James Round, St. John's College, Cambridge.
+John Rowe, Esq.
+J. Royal, Esq.
+John Royds, Esq. Knapton.
+---- Royere, Esq. Liverpool.
+Edward Rudge, Esq. jun.
+Mrs. Henry Russell.
+Mrs. Russell.
+---- Russell, Esq.
+Miss Rushbrook.
+Major Rutherford, Edgerstone.
+Miss Ryves.
+Mrs. R----, St. Alban's.
+
+S.
+
+The Right Hon. the Countess Dowager Spencer.
+The Right Hon. Lord Robert Spencer.
+The Right Hon. Lady Sheffield.
+Lord Chief Baron Skynner.
+Lady Skynner.
+Sir John Sheffield, Bart.
+Sir Joseph Senhouse.
+Sir Edward Smythe.
+Thomas Steele, Esq. Secretary of the Treasury,
+Miss A. C. Saddell, Edinburgh.
+James Sager, Esq.
+Samuel Salte, Esq.
+Mr. Samwell.
+Dr. Sander, M.D. Chichester.
+Miss Sands.
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+Mrs. Sandys, Lexden.
+Rev. Dr. Sandford.
+John Sargent, Esq,
+Mrs. Sargent.
+John Sargent, jun. Esq. Lavington, Sussex.
+Mrs. Saunderson.
+William Scafe, Esq. Barrister at Law.
+Mrs. Schroder, Enfield.
+Mrs. Scot.
+Miss Scot, Hull.
+Rev. Russell Scot, Milbourne Port, Somerset.
+Miss Scot, ditto.
+John Scot, Esq. King's Counsel.
+Mrs. Scot, Sherborne, Dorset.
+Miss Scot, Chigwell.
+William Scullard, Esq.
+F. N. Searanche, Esq. Hatfield, Herts.
+Humphrey Senhause, Esq. Netherhall.
+Mrs. Senhause.
+Miss Seward, Lichfield.
+William Seward, Esq.
+Mrs. Sharp, Bamborough Castle,
+Rev. Dr. Sharp, Archdeacon of Northumberland.
+Mr. Richard Sharp.
+Miss Shadwell.
+Robert Shafto, Esq.
+Mrs. Shafto.
+R. Shaw, Esq.
+Samuel Shepherd, Esq.
+Mrs. Shepherd.
+Miss Shells.
+Mrs. Shelly, Bath.
+Samuel Shore, jun. Esq.
+Mrs. Short.
+Henry Shrine, Esq.
+R. Shute, Esq.
+James Sibbald, Esq.
+Mrs. Sibbald.
+Mrs. A. Sibbet, Shoreswood.
+William Siddons, Esq.
+Mrs. Siddons.
+George Silvertop, Esq. Stella.
+Mrs. Silvertop.
+John Simson, Esq.
+William Simpson, Esq.
+Rev. Mr. Simpson.
+Miss Simpson, Bradley.
+Miss Simmons.
+Lieutenant General Skene.
+Mrs. Slater, Hasselbury, Somerset.
+Mrs. Smail, Mains.
+Alexander Small, Esq.
+Mrs. Smith, Whittlebury Forest.
+Mrs. Smith.
+Mr. John Smith, Dunse.
+Miss Smith.
+Mr. Edward Smith, Cornhill.
+Mrs. Smith.
+Miss J. Smith.
+Robert Orme Smith, Esq.
+William Smiekshanks, Esq.
+Nathaniel Smythe, Esq. Deputy-Chairman of the East-India Company.
+Mrs. Smythe.
+Rev. Mr. Y. Smythies, Colchester.
+Charles Snell, Esq. Snetisham, Norfolk.
+Society at the Academy, Soho.
+Robert Sparrow, Esq.
+Mrs. Sperling, Colchester.
+John Spranger, Esq. Barrister at Law.
+George Stainforth, Esq.
+Mrs. Stainforth.
+John Stanley, Esq. Barrister at Law.
+William Star, jun. Esq.
+Mrs. Starke, Epsom.
+Miss Starke, ditto.
+Mrs. Staward, Berwick.
+Col. Stehelin, of the Royal Regiment of Artillery.
+R. Sterling, Esq. Colchester.
+Miss Stephens, Lawell House, Devon.
+Robert Stephenson, Esq.
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+David Stevenson, Esq.
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+Mrs. Stewart, Stewart Hall.
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+Thomas Stewart, Esq.
+David Stewart, Esq.
+Francis Stevens, Esq.
+Mrs. F. Steele.
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+Andrew Stirling, Esq. Drumpeller.
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+Y.
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+
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+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+OF THE
+
+FIRST VOLUME.
+
+An American Tale.
+Sonnet to Mrs. Bates.
+Sonnet to Twilight.
+To Sensibility.
+A Song.
+An Ode on the Peace.
+Edwin and Eltruda, a Legendary Tale.
+A Hymn.
+Paraphrases from Scripture.
+
+
+
+AN
+AMERICAN  TALE.
+
+"Ah! pity all the pangs I feel,
+  If pity e'er ye knew;--
+An aged father's wounds to heal,
+  Thro' scenes of death I flew.
+
+Perhaps my hast'ning steps are vain,
+  Perhaps the warrior dies!--
+Yet let me sooth each parting pain--
+  Yet lead me where he lies."
+
+Thus to the list'ning band she calls,
+  Nor fruitless her desire,
+They lead her, panting, to the walls
+  That hold her captive sire.
+
+"And is a daughter come to bless
+  These aged eyes once more?
+Thy father's pains will now be less--
+  His pains will now be o'er!"
+
+"My father! by this waining lamp
+  Thy form I faintly trace:--
+Yet sure thy brow is cold, and damp,
+  And pale thy honour'd face.
+
+In vain thy wretched child is come,
+  She comes too late to save!
+And only now can share thy doom,
+  And share thy peaceful grave!"
+
+Soft, as amid the lunar beams,
+  The falling shadows bend,
+Upon the bosom of the streams,
+  So soft her tears descend,
+
+"Those tears a father ill can bear,
+  He lives, my child, for thee!
+A gentle youth, with pitying care,
+  Has lent his aid to me.
+
+Born in the western world, his hand
+  Maintains its hostile cause,
+And fierce against Britannia's band
+  His erring sword he draws;
+
+Yet feels the captive Briton's woe;
+  For his ennobled mind,
+Forgets the name of Britain's foe,
+  In love of human kind.
+
+Yet know, my child, a dearer tie
+  Has link'd his heart to mine;
+He mourns with Friendship's holy sigh,
+  The youth belov'd of thine!
+
+But hark! his welcome feet are near--
+  Thy rising grief suppress--
+By darkness veil'd, he hastens here
+  To comfort, and to bless."--
+
+"Stranger! for that dear father's sake
+  She cry'd, in accents mild,
+Who lives by thy kind pity, take
+  The blessings of his child!
+
+Oh, if in heaven, my Edward's breast
+  This deed of mercy knew,
+That gives my tortur'd bosom rest,
+  He sure would bless thee too!
+
+Oh tell me where my lover fell!
+  The fatal scene recall,
+His last, dear accents, stranger, tell,
+  Oh haste and tell me all!
+
+Say, if he gave to love the sigh,
+ That set his spirit free;
+Say, did he raise his closing eye,
+  As if it sought for me."
+
+"Ask not, her father cry'd, to know
+  What known were added pain;
+Nor think, my child, the tale of woe
+  Thy softness can sustain."
+
+"Tho' every joy with Edward fled,
+  When Edward's friend is near,
+It sooths my breaking heart, she said,
+  To tell those joys were dear.
+
+The western ocean roll'd in vain
+  Its parting waves between,
+My Edward brav'd the dang'rous main,
+  And bless'd our native scene.
+
+Soft Isis heard his artless tale,
+  Ah, stream for ever dear!
+Whose waters, as they pass'd the vale,
+  Receiv'd a lover's tear.
+
+How could a heart, that virtue lov'd,
+  (And sure that heart is mine)
+Lamented youth! behold unmov'd,
+  The virtues that were thine?
+
+Calm, as the surface of the lake,
+  When all the winds are still,
+Mild, as the beams of morning break,
+  When first they light the hill;
+
+So calm was his unruffled soul,
+  Where no rude passion strove;
+So mild his soothing accents stole,
+  Upon the ear of love.
+
+Where are the dear illusions fled
+  Which sooth'd my former hours?
+Where is the path that fancy spread,
+  Ah, vainly spread with flowers!
+
+I heard the battle's fearful sounds,
+  They seem'd my lover's knell--
+I heard, that pierc'd with ghastly wounds,
+  My vent'rous lover fell!--
+
+My sorrows shall with life endure,
+  For he I lov'd is gone;
+But something tells my heart, that sure
+ My life will not be long."--
+
+"My panting soul can bear no more,
+  The youth, impatient cried,
+'Tis Edward bids thy griefs be o'er,
+  My love! my destin'd bride!
+
+The life which heav'n preserv'd, how blest,
+  How fondly priz'd by me,
+Since dear to my Amelia's breast,
+  Since valued still by thee!
+
+My father saw my constant pain,
+  When thee I left behind,
+Nor longer will his power restrain,
+  The ties my soul would bind.
+
+And soon thy honor'd sire shall cease
+  The captive's lot to bear,
+And we, my love, will soothe to peace
+  His griefs, with filial care.
+
+Then come for ever to my soul!
+  Amelia come, and prove!
+How calm our blissful years will roll,
+  Along a life of love!--
+
+
+
+SONNET,
+
+To MRS. BATES.
+
+
+Oh, thou whose melody the heart obeys,
+Thou who can'st all its subject passions move,
+Whose notes to heav'n the list'ning soul can raise,
+Can thrill with pity, or can melt with love!
+Happy! whom nature lent this native charm;
+Whose melting tones can shed with magic power,
+A sweeter pleasure o'er the social hour,
+The breast to softness sooth, to virtue warm--But
+yet more happy! that thy life as clear
+From discord, as thy perfect cadence flows;
+That tun'd to sympathy, thy faithful tear,
+In mild accordance falls for others woes;
+That all the tender, pure affections bind
+In chains of harmony, thy willing mind!
+
+
+
+SONNET
+
+To TWILIGHT.
+
+
+Meek Twilight! soften the declining day,
+  And bring the hour my pensive spirit loves;
+When, o'er the mountain flow descends the ray
+  That gives to silence the deserted groves.
+Ah, let the happy court the morning still,
+  When, in her blooming loveliness array'd,
+She bids fresh beauty light the vale, or hill,
+  And rapture warble in the vocal shade.
+Sweet is the odour of the morning's flower,
+  And rich in melody her accents rise;
+Yet dearer to my soul the shadowy hour,
+  At which her blossoms close, her music dies--
+For then, while languid nature droops her head,
+She wakes the tear 'tis luxury to shed.
+
+
+
+TO
+SENSIBILITY.
+
+
+In _Sensibility's_ lov'd praise
+  I tune my trembling reed;
+And seek to deck her shrine with bays,
+  On which my heart must bleed!
+
+No cold exemption from her pain
+  I ever wish'd to know;
+Cheer'd with her transport, I sustain
+  Without complaint her woe.
+
+Above whate'er content can give,
+  Above the charm of ease,
+The restless hopes, and fears that live
+  With her, have power to please.
+
+Where but for her, were Friendship's power
+  To heal the wounded heart,
+To shorten sorrow's ling'ring hour,
+  And bid its gloom depart?
+
+'Tis she that lights the melting eye
+  With looks to anguish dear;
+She knows the price of ev'ry sigh,
+  The value of a tear.
+
+She prompts the tender marks of love
+  Which words can scarce express;
+The heart alone their force can prove,
+  And feel how much they bless.
+
+Of every finer bliss the source!
+  'Tis she on love bestows
+The softer grace, the boundless force
+  Confiding passion knows;
+
+When to another, the fond breast
+  Each thought for ever gives;
+When on another, leans for rest.
+  And in another lives!
+
+Quick, as the trembling metal flies,
+  When heat or cold impels,
+Her anxious heart to joy can rise,
+  Or sink where anguish dwells!
+
+Yet tho' her soul must griefs sustain
+  Which she alone, can know;
+And feel that keener sense of pain
+  Which sharpens every woe;
+
+Tho' she the mourner's grief to calm,
+  Still shares each pang they feel,
+And, like the tree distilling balm,
+  Bleeds, others wounds to heal;
+
+While she, whose bosom fondly true,
+  Has never wish'd to range;
+One alter'd look will trembling view,
+  And scarce can bear the change;
+
+Tho' she, if death the bands should tear,
+  She vainly thought secure;
+Thro' life must languish in despair
+  That never hopes a cure;
+
+Tho' wounded by some vulgar mind,
+  Unconscious of the deed,
+Who never seeks those wounds to bind
+  But wonders why they bleed;--
+
+She oft will heave a secret sigh,
+  Will shed a lonely tear,
+O'er feelings nature wrought so high,
+  And gave on terms so dear;
+
+Yet who would hard INDIFFERENCE choose,
+  Whose breast no tears can steep?
+Who, for her apathy, would lose
+  The sacred power to weep?
+
+Tho' in a thousand objects, pain,
+  And pleasure tremble nigh,
+Those objects strive to reach, in vain,
+  The circle of her eye.
+
+Cold, as the fabled god appears
+  To the poor suppliant's grief,
+Who bathes the marble form in tears,
+  And vainly hopes relief.
+
+Ah _Greville!_ why the gifts refuse
+  To souls like thine allied?
+No more thy nature seem to lose
+  No more thy softness hide.
+
+No more invoke the playful sprite
+  To chill, with magic spell,
+The tender feelings of delight,
+  And anguish sung so well;
+
+That envied ease thy heart would prove
+  Were sure too dearly bought
+With friendship, sympathy, and love,
+  And every finer thought.
+
+
+
+A SONG.
+
+
+I.
+
+No riches from his scanty store
+  My lover could impart;
+He gave a boon I valued more--
+  He gave me all his heart!
+
+
+II.
+
+His soul sincere, his gen'rous worth,
+  Might well this bosom move;
+And when I ask'd for bliss on earth,
+  I only meant his love.
+
+
+III.
+
+But now for me, in search of gain
+  From shore to shore he flies:
+Why wander riches to obtain,
+  When love is all I prize?
+
+
+IV.
+
+The frugal meal, the lowly cot
+  If blest my love with thee!
+That simple fare, that humble lot,
+  Were more than wealth to me.
+
+
+V.
+
+While he the dang'rous ocean braves,
+  My tears but vainly flow:
+Is pity in the faithless waves
+  To which I pour my woe?
+
+
+VI.
+
+The night is dark, the waters deep,
+  Yet soft the billows roll;
+Alas! at every breeze I weep--
+  The storm is in my soul.
+
+
+
+AN
+ODE
+ON THE
+PEACE.
+
+
+I.
+
+  As wand'ring late on Albion's shore
+    That chains the rude tempestuous deep,
+  I heard the hollow surges roar
+    And vainly beat her guardian steep;
+I heard the rising sounds of woe
+  Loud on the storm's wild pinion flow;
+And still they vibrate on the mournful lyre,
+That tunes to grief its sympathetic wire.
+
+
+II.
+
+  From shores the wide Atlantic laves,
+    The spirit of the ocean bears
+  In moans, along his western waves,
+    Afflicted nature's hopeless cares:
+  Enchanting scenes of young delight,
+  How chang'd since first ye rose to sight;
+Since first ye rose in infant glories drest
+Fresh from the wave, and rear'd your ample breast.
+
+
+III.
+
+  Her crested serpents, discord throws
+    O'er scenes which love with roses grac'd;
+  The flow'ry chain his hands compose,
+    She wildly scatters o'er the waste:
+  Her glance his playful smile deforms,
+  Her frantic voice awakes the storms,
+From land to land, her torches spread their fires,
+While love's pure flame in streams of blood expires.
+
+
+IV.
+
+  Now burns the savage soul of war,
+    While terror flashes from his eyes,
+  Lo! waving o'er his fiery car
+    Aloft his bloody banner flies:
+The battle wakes--with awful sound
+  He thunders o'er the echoing ground,
+He grasps his reeking blade, while streams of blood
+Tinge the vast plain, and swell the purple flood.
+
+
+V.
+
+  But softer sounds of sorrow flow;
+    On drooping wing the murm'ring gales
+  Have borne the deep complaints of woe
+    That rose along the lonely vales--
+  Those breezes waft the orphan's cries,
+  They tremble to parental sighs,
+And drink a tear for keener anguish shed,
+The tear of faithful love when hope is fled.
+
+
+VI.
+
+  The object of her anxious fear
+    Lies pale on earth, expiring, cold,
+  Ere, wing'd by happy love, one year
+    Too rapid in its course, has roll'd;
+  In vain the dying hand she grasps,
+  Hangs on the quiv'ring lip, and clasps
+The fainting form, that slowly sinks in death,
+To catch the parting glance, the fleeting breath.
+
+
+VII.
+
+  Pale as the livid corse her cheek,
+    Her tresses torn, her glances wild,--
+  How fearful was her frantic shriek!
+    She wept--and then in horrors smil'd:
+She gazes now with wild affright,
+  Lo! bleeding phantoms rush in sight--
+Hark! on yon mangled form the mourner calls,
+Then on the earth a senseless weight she falls.
+
+
+VIII.
+
+  And see! o'er gentle Andre's tomb,
+    The victim of his own despair,
+  Who fell in life's exulting bloom,
+    Nor deem'd that life deserv'd a care;
+  O'er the cold earth his relicks prest,
+  Lo! Britain's drooping legions rest;
+For him the swords they sternly grasp, appear
+Dim with a sigh, and sullied with a tear.
+
+
+IX.
+
+  While Seward sweeps her plaintive strings,
+    While pensive round his sable shrine,
+  A radiant zone she graceful flings,
+    Where full emblaz'd his virtues shine;
+  The mournful loves that tremble nigh
+  Shall catch her warm melodious sigh;
+The mournful loves shall drink the tears that flow
+From Pity's hov'ring soul, dissolv'd in woe.
+
+
+X.
+
+  And hark, in Albion's flow'ry vale
+    A parent's deep complaint I hear!
+  A sister calls the western gale
+    To waft her soul-expressive tear;
+'Tis Asgill claims that piercing sigh,
+  That drop which dims the beauteous eye,
+While on the rack of Doubt Affection proves
+How strong the force which binds the ties she loves.
+
+
+XI.
+
+  How oft in every dawning grace
+    That blossom'd in his early hours,
+  Her soul some comfort lov'd to trace,
+    And deck'd futurity in flowers!
+  But lo! in Fancy's troubled sight
+  The dear illusions sink in night;
+She views the murder'd form--the quiv'ring breath,
+The rising virtues chill'd in shades of death.
+
+
+XII.
+
+  Cease, cease ye throbs of hopeless woe;
+    He lives the future hours to bless,
+  He lives, the purest joy to know,
+    Parental transports fond excess;
+  His sight a father's eye shall chear,
+  A sister's drooping charms endear:--
+The private pang was Albion's gen'rous care,
+For him she breath'd a warm accepted prayer.
+
+
+XIII.
+
+  And lo! a radiant stream of light
+    Defending, gilds the murky cloud,
+  Where Desolation's gloomy night
+    Retiring, folds her sable shroud;
+  It flashes o'er the bright'ning deep,
+  It softens Britain's frowning steep--
+'Tis mild benignant Peace, enchanting form!
+That gilds the black abyss, that lulls the storm.
+
+
+XIV.
+
+  So thro' the dark, impending sky,
+    Where clouds, and fallen vapours roll'd,
+  Their curling wreaths dissolving fly
+    As the faint hues of light unfold--
+  The air with spreading azure streams,
+  The sun now darts his orient beams--
+And now the mountains glow--the woods are bright--
+While nature hails the season of delight.
+
+
+XV.
+
+  Mild Peace! from Albion's fairest bowers
+    Pure spirit! cull with snowy hands,
+  The buds that drink the morning showers,
+    And bind the realms in flow'ry bands:
+  Thy smiles the angry passions chase,
+  Thy glance is pleasure's native grace;
+Around thy form th' exulting virtues move,
+And thy soft call awakes the strain of love.
+
+
+XVI.
+
+  Bless, all ye powers! the patriot name
+    That courts fair Peace, thy gentle stay;
+  Ah! gild with glory's light, his fame,
+    And glad his life with pleasure's ray!
+While, like th' affrighted dove, thy form
+  Still shrinks, and fears some latent storm,
+His cares shall sooth thy panting soul to rest,
+And spread thy vernal couch on Albion's breast.
+
+
+XVII.
+
+  Ye, who have mourn'd the parting hour,
+    Which love in darker horrors drew,
+  Ye, who have vainly tried to pour
+    With falt'ring voice the last adieu!
+  When the pale cheek, the bursting sigh,
+  The soul that hov'ring in the eye,
+Express'd the pains it felt, the pains it fear'd--
+Ah! paint the youth's return, by grief endear'd.
+
+
+XVIII.
+
+  Yon hoary form, with aspect mild,
+    Deserted kneels by anguish prest,
+  And seeks from Heav'n his long-lost child,
+    To smooth the path that leads to rest!--
+  He comes!--to close the sinking eye,
+  To catch the faint, expiring sigh;
+A moment's transport stays the fleeting breath,
+And sooths the soul on the pale verge of death.
+
+
+XIX.
+
+  No more the sanguine wreath shall twine
+    On the lost hero's early tomb,
+  But hung around thy simple shrine
+    Fair Peace! shall milder glories bloom.
+Lo! commerce lifts her drooping head
+  Triumphal, Thames! from thy deep bed;
+And bears to Albion, on her sail sublime,
+The riches Nature gives each happier clime.
+
+
+XX.
+
+  She fearless prints the polar snows,
+    Mid' horrors that reject the day;
+  Along the burning line she glows,
+    Nor shrinks beneath the torrid ray:
+  She opens India's glitt'ring mine,
+  Where streams of light reflected shine;
+Wafts the bright gems to Britain's temp'rate vale,
+And breathes her odours on the northern gale.
+
+
+XXI.
+
+  While from the far-divided shore
+    Where liberty unconquer'd roves,
+  Her ardent glance shall oft' explore
+    The parent isle her spirit loves;
+  Shall spread upon the western main
+  --Harmonious concord's golden chain,
+While stern on Gallia's ever hostile strand
+From Albion's cliff she pours her daring band.
+
+
+XXII.
+
+  Yet hide the sabre's hideous glare
+    Whose edge is bath'd in streams of blood,
+  The lance that quivers high in air,
+    And falling drinks a purple flood;
+For Britain! fear shall seize thy foes,
+  While freedom in thy senate glows,
+While peace shall smile upon thy cultur'd plain,
+With grace and beauty her attendant train.
+
+
+XXIII.
+
+  Enchanting visions sooth my sight--
+    The finer arts no more oppress'd,
+  Benignant source of pure delight!
+    On her soft bosom love to rest.
+  While each discordant sound expires,
+  Strike harmony! strike all thy wires;
+The fine vibrations of the spirit move
+And touch the springs of rapture and of love.
+
+
+XXIV.
+
+  Bright painting's living forms shall rise;
+    And wrapt in Ugolino's woe[A],
+  Shall Reynolds wake unbidden sighs;
+    And Romney's graceful pencil flow,
+  That Nature's look benign pourtrays[B],
+  When to her infant Shakspeare's gaze
+The partial nymph "unveil'd her awful face,"
+And bade his "colours clear" her features trace.
+
+[A] "Ugolino's woe"--a celebrated picture by Sir JOSHUA REYNOLDS, taken
+    from DANTE.
+[B] "Nature's look benign pourtrays"--a subject Mr. ROMNEY has taken
+    from GRAY'S Progress of Poesy.
+
+
+XXV.
+
+  And poesy! thy deep-ton'd shell
+    The heart shall sooth, the spirit fire,
+  And all the passion sink, or swell,
+    In true accordance to the lyre.
+  Oh! ever wake its heav'nly sound,
+  Oh! call thy lovely visions round;
+Strew the soft path of peace with fancy's flowers,
+With raptures bless the soul that feels thy powers.
+
+
+XXVI.
+
+  While Hayley wakes thy magic string,
+    His shades shall no rude sound profane,
+  But stillness on her folded wing,
+    Enamour'd catch his soothing strain:
+  Tho' genius breathe its purest flame
+  --Around his lyre's enchanting frame;
+Tho' music there in every period roll,
+More warm his friendship, and more pure his soul.
+
+
+XXVII.
+
+  While taste refines a polish'd age,
+    While her own _Hurd_ shall bid us trace
+  The lustre of the finish'd page
+    Where symmetry sheds perfect grace;
+  With sober and collected ray
+  To fancy, judgment shall display
+The faultless model, where accomplish'd art
+From nature draws a charm that leads the heart.
+
+
+XXVIII.
+
+  Th' historic Muse illumes the maze
+    For ages veil'd in gloomy night,
+  Where empire with meridian blaze
+    Once trod ambition's giddy height:
+  Tho' headlong from the dang'rous steep
+  Its pageants roll'd with wasteful sweep,
+Her tablet still records the deeds of fame
+And wakes the patriot's, and the hero's flame.
+
+
+XXIX.
+
+  While meek philosophy explores
+    Creation's vast stupendous round;
+  Sublime her piercing vision soars,
+    And bursts the system's distant bound.
+  Lo! mid' the dark deep void of space
+  A rushing world[A] her eye can trace!--
+It moves majestic in its ample sphere,
+Sheds its long light, and rolls its ling'ring year.
+
+[A] Alluding to Mr. Herschel's wonderful discoveries, and particularly
+    to his discovery of a new planet called the Georgium Sidus.
+
+
+XXX.
+
+  Ah! still diffuse thy genial ray,
+    Fair Science, on my Albion's plain!
+  And still thy grateful homage pay
+    Where Montagu has rear'd her fane;
+  Where eloquence and wit entwine
+  Their attic wreath around her shrine;
+And still, while Learning shall unfold her store,
+With their bright signet stamp the classic ore.
+
+
+XXXI.
+
+  Enlight'ning Peace! for thine the hours
+    That wisdom decks in moral grace,
+  And thine invention's fairy powers,
+    The charm improv'd of nature's face;
+  Propitious come! in silence laid
+  Beneath thy olive's grateful shade,
+Pour the mild bliss that sooths the tuneful mind,
+And in thy zone the hostile spirit bind.
+
+
+XXXII.
+
+  While Albion on her parent deep
+    Shall rest, may glory light her shore,
+  May honour there his vigils keep
+    Till time shall wing its course no more;
+Till angels wrap the spheres in fire,
+  Till earth and yon fair orbs expire,
+While chaos mounted on the wasting flame,
+Shall spread eternal shade o'er nature's frame.
+
+
+
+EDWIN AND ELTRUDA,
+
+A LEGENDARY TALE.
+
+
+  _Mark it, Cesario, it is old and plain;
+  The spinsters and the knitters in the sun,
+  And the free maids, that weave their thread with bones
+  Do use to chant it. It is silly, sooth,
+  And dallies with the innocence of love,
+  Like the old age._
+SHAKSPEARE'S TWELFTH NIGHT.
+
+
+
+EDWIN AND ELTRUDA
+
+A LEGENDARY  TALE.
+
+
+Where the pure Derwent's waters glide
+  Along their mossy bed,
+Close by the river's verdant side,
+  A castle rear'd its head.
+
+The ancient pile by time is raz'd,
+  Where Gothic trophies frown'd;
+Where once the gilded armour blaz'd,
+  And banners wav'd around.
+
+There liv'd a chief, well known to fame,
+  A bold advent'rous knight;
+Renown'd for victory; his name
+  In glory's annals bright.
+
+What time in martial pomp he led
+  His gallant, chosen train;
+The foe, who oft had conquer'd, fled,
+  Indignant fled, the plain.
+
+Yet milder virtues he possest,
+  And gentler passions felt;
+For in his calm and yielding breast
+  The soft affections dwelt.
+
+No rugged toils the heart could steel,
+  By nature form'd to prove
+Whate'er the tender mind can feel,
+  In friendship, or in love.
+
+He lost the partner of his breast,
+  Who sooth'd each rising care;
+And ever charm'd the pains to rest
+  She ever lov'd to share.
+
+From solitude he hop'd relief.
+  And this lone mansion sought,
+To cherish there his faithful grief,
+  To nurse the tender thought.
+
+There, to his bosom fondly dear,
+  An infant daughter smil'd,
+And oft the mourner's falling tear
+  Bedew'd his Emma's child.
+
+The tear, as o'er the babe he hung,
+  Would tremble in his eye;
+While blessings, falt'ring on his tongue,
+  Were breath'd but in a sigh.
+
+Tho' time could never heal the wound,
+  It sooth'd the hopeless pain;
+And in his child he thought he found
+  His Emma liv'd again.
+
+Soft, as the dews of morn arise,
+  And on the pale flower gleam;
+So soft Eltruda's melting eyes
+  With love and pity beam.
+
+As drest in charms, the lonely flower
+  Smiles in the desert vale;
+With beauty gilds the morning hour,
+  And scents the evening gale;
+
+So liv'd in solitude, unseen,
+  This lovely, peerless maid;
+So grac'd the wild, sequester'd scene,
+  And blossom'd in the shade.
+
+Yet love could pierce the lone recess,
+  For there he likes to dwell;
+To leave the noisy crowd, and bless
+  With happiness the cell.
+
+To wing his sure resistless dart,
+  Where all its force is known;
+And rule the undivided heart
+  Despotic, and alone.
+
+Young Edwin charm'd her gentle breast,
+  Tho' scanty all his store;
+No hoarded treasures he possest,
+  Yet he could boast of more.
+
+For he could boast the lib'ral heart;
+  And honour, sense, and truth,
+Unwarp'd by vanity or art,
+  Adorn'd the gen'rous youth.
+
+The maxims of a servile age,
+  The mean, the selfish care,
+The sordid views, that now engage
+  The mercenary pair;
+
+Whom riches can unite, or part,
+  To them were still unknown;
+For then the sympathetic heart
+  Was join'd by love alone.
+
+They little knew, that wealth had power
+  To make the constant rove;
+They little knew the weighty dower
+  Could add one bliss to love.
+
+Her virtues every charm improv'd,
+  Or made those charms more dear;
+For surely virtue to be lov'd
+  Has only to appear.
+
+Domestic bliss, unvex'd by strife,
+  Beguil'd the circling hours;
+She, who on every path of life
+  Can shed perennial flowers.
+
+Eltruda, o'er the distant mead,
+  Would haste, at closing day,
+And to the bleating mother lead
+  The lamb, that chanc'd to stray.
+
+For the bruis'd insect on the waste,
+  A sigh would heave her breast;
+And oft her careful hand replac'd
+  The linnet's falling nest.
+
+To her, sensations calm as these
+  Could sweet delight impart;
+These simple pleasures most can please
+  The uncorrupted heart.
+
+Full oft with eager step she flies
+  To cheer the roofless cot,
+Where the lone widow breathes her sighs,
+  And wails her desp'rate lot.
+
+Their weeping mother's trembling knees,
+  Her lisping infants clasp;
+Their meek, imploring look she sees,
+  She feels their tender grasp.
+
+Wild throbs her aching bosom swell--
+  They mark the bursting sigh,
+(Nature has form'd the soul to feel)
+  They weep, unknowing why.
+
+Her hands the lib'ral boon impart,
+  And much her tear avails
+To raise the mourner's drooping heart,
+  Where feeble utterance fails.
+
+On the pale cheek, where hung the tear
+  Of agonizing woe,
+She bids the cheerful bloom appear,
+  The tear of rapture flow.
+
+Thus on soft wing the moments flew,
+  (Tho' love implor'd their stay)
+While some new virtue rose to view,
+  And mark'd each fleeting day.
+
+The youthful poet's soothing dream
+  Of golden ages past;
+The muse's fond, ideal theme,
+  Was realiz'd at last.
+
+But vainly here we hope, that bliss
+  Unchanging will endure;
+Ah, in a world so vain as this,
+  What heart can rest secure!
+
+For now arose the fatal day
+  For civil discord fam'd;
+When _York_, from _Lancaster's_ proud sway,
+  The regal sceptre claim'd.
+
+Each moment now the horrors brought
+  Of desolating rage;
+The fam'd atchievements now were wrought,
+  That swell th' historic page.
+
+The good old Albert pants, again
+  To dare the hostile field,
+The cause of Henry to maintain,
+  For him, the launce to wield.
+
+But oh, a thousand gen'rous ties,
+  That bind the hero's soul;
+A thousand tender claims arise,
+  And Edwin's breast controul.
+
+Tho' passion pleads in Henry's cause,
+  And Edwin's heart would sway;
+Yet honour's stern, imperious laws,
+  The brave will still obey.
+
+Oppress'd with many an anxious care,
+  Full oft Eltruda sigh'd;
+Complaining that relentless war
+  Should those she lov'd--divide.
+
+At length the parting morn arose,
+  In gloomy vapours drest;
+The pensive maiden's sorrow flows,
+  And terror heaves her breast.
+
+A thousand pangs the father feels,
+  A thousand rising fears,
+While clinging at his feet she kneels,
+  And bathes them with her tears.
+
+A pitying tear bedew'd his cheek,--
+  From his lov'd child he flew;
+O'erwhelm'd; the father could not speak,
+  He could not say--"adieu!"
+
+Arm'd for the field, her lover
+  He saw her pallid look,
+And trembling seize her drooping frame,
+  While fault'ring, thus he spoke:
+
+"This cruel tenderness but wounds
+  "The heart it means to bless;
+"Those falling tears, those mournful sounds
+  "Increase the vain distress."--
+
+"If fate, she answer'd, has decreed
+  "That on the hostile plain,
+"My Edwin's faithful heart must bleed,
+  "And swell the heap of slain;
+
+"Trust me, my love, I'll not complain,
+  "I'll shed no fruitless tear;
+"Not one weak drop my cheek shall stain,
+  "Or tell what passes here!
+
+"Oh, let thy fate of others claim
+  "A tear, a mournful sigh;
+"I'll only murmur thy dear name--
+  Call on my love--and die!"
+
+But ah! how vain for words to tell
+  The pang their bosoms prov'd;
+They only will conceive it well,
+  They only, who have lov'd.
+
+The timid muse forbears to say
+  What laurels Edwin gain'd;
+How Albert long renown'd, that day
+  His ancient fame maintain'd.
+
+The bard, who feels congenial fire,
+  May sing of martial strife;
+And with heroic sounds, inspire
+  The gen'rous scorn of life;
+
+But ill the theme would suit her reed,
+  Who, wand'ring thro' the grove,
+Forgets the conq'ring hero's meed,
+  And gives a tear to love.
+
+Tho' long the closing day was fled,
+  The fight they still maintain;
+While night a deeper horror shed
+  Along the darken'd plain.
+
+To Albert's breast an arrow flew,
+  He felt a mortal wound;
+The drops that warm'd his heart, bedew
+  The cold, and flinty ground.
+
+The foe, who aim'd the fatal dart,
+  Now heard his dying sighs;
+Compassion touch'd his yielding heart,
+  To Albert's aid he flies.
+
+While round the chief his arms he cast,
+  While oft he deeply sigh'd,
+And seem'd, as if he mourn'd the past,
+  Old Albert faintly cried;
+
+"Tho' nature heaves these parting groans,
+  "Without complaint I die;
+"Yet one dear care my heart still owns,
+  "Still feels one tender tie,
+
+"For York, a warriour known to fame,
+  "Uplifts the hostile spear;
+"Edwin the blooming hero's name,
+  "To Albert's bosom dear.
+
+"Oh, tell him my expiring sigh,
+  "Say my last words implor'd
+"To my despairing child to fly,
+  "To her he once ador'd"--
+
+He spoke! but oh, what mournful strain,
+  Whose force the soul can melt,
+What moving numbers shall explain
+  The pang that Edwin felt?
+
+The pang that Edwin now reveal'd--
+  For he the warriour prest,
+(Whom the dark shades of night conceal'd)
+  Close to his throbbing breast.
+
+"Fly, fly he cried, my touch profane--
+  "Oh, how the rest impart?
+"Rever'd old man!--could Edwin stain
+  "With Albert's blood the dart!"
+
+His languid eyes he meekly rais'd,
+  Which seem'd for ever clos'd;
+On the pale youth with pity gaz'd,
+  And then in death repos'd.
+
+"I'll go, the hapless Edwin said,
+  "And breathe a last adieu!
+"And with the drops despair will shed,
+  "My mournful love bedew.
+
+"I'll go to her for ever dear,
+  "To catch her melting sigh,
+"To wipe from her pale cheek the tear,
+  "And at her feet to die."--
+
+And as to her for ever dear
+  The frantic mourner flew,
+To wipe from her pale cheek the tear,
+  And breathe a last adieu;
+
+Appall'd his troubled fancy sees
+  Eltruda's anguish flow;
+And hears in every passing breeze,
+  The plaintive sound of woe.
+
+Meanwhile the anxious maid, whose tears
+  In vain would heav'n implore;
+Of Albert's fate despairing hears,
+  But yet had heard no more.
+
+She saw her much-lov'd Edwin near,
+  She saw, and deeply sigh'd;
+Her cheek was bath'd in many a tear;
+  At length she faintly cried;
+
+"Unceasing grief this heart must prove,
+  "Its dearest ties are broke;--
+"Oh, say, what ruthless arm, my love,
+  "Could aim the fatal stroke?
+
+"Could not thy hand, my Edwin, thine,
+  "Have warded off the blow?
+"For oh, he was not only mine,
+  "He was _thy_ father too!"
+
+No more the youth could pangs endure
+  His lips could never tell;
+From death he vainly hop'd a cure,
+  As cold, on earth he fell.
+
+She flew, she gave her sorrows vent,
+  A thousand tears she pour'd;
+Her mournful voice, her moving plaint,
+  The youth to life restor'd.
+
+"Why does thy bosom throb with pain
+  "She cried, my Edwin, speak;
+"Or sure, unable to sustain
+  "This grief, my heart will break.
+
+"Yes, it will break--he fault'ring cried,
+  "For me will life resign--
+"Then trembling know thy father died--
+  "And know the guilt was mine!"
+
+"It is enough," with short, quick breath,
+  Exclaim'd the fainting maid;
+She spoke no more, but seem'd from death
+  To look for instant aid.
+
+In plaintive accents, Edwin cries,
+  "And have I murder'd thee?
+"To other worlds thy spirit flies,
+  "And mine this stroke shall free."
+
+His hand the lifted weapon grasp'd,
+  The steel he firmly prest:
+When wildly she arose, and clasp'd
+  Her lover to her breast.
+
+"Methought, she cried with panting breath,
+  "My Edwin talk'd of peace;
+"I knew 'twas only found in death,
+  "And fear'd that sad release.
+
+"I clasp him still! 'twas but a dream--
+  "Help yon wide wound to close,
+"From which a father's spirits stream,
+  "A father's life-blood flows.
+
+"But see, from thee he shrinks, nor would
+  "Be blasted by thy touch;--
+"Ah, tho' my Edwin spilt thy blood,
+  "Yet once he lov'd thee much.
+
+"My father, yet in pity stay!--
+  "I see his white beard wave;
+"A spirit beckons him away,
+  "And points to yonder grave.
+
+"Alas, my love, I trembling hear
+  "A father's last adieu;
+"I see, I see, the falling tear
+  "His wrinkled cheek bedew.
+
+"He's gone, and here his ashes sleep--
+  "I do not heave a sigh,
+"His child a father does not weep--
+  "For, ah, my brain is dry!
+
+"But come, together let us rove,
+  "At the pale hour of night;
+"When the moon wand'ring thro' the grove,
+  "Shall pour her faintest light.
+
+"We'll gather from the rosy bow'r
+  "The fairest wreaths that bloom:
+"We'll cull, my love, each op'ning flower,
+  "To deck his hallow'd tomb.
+
+"We'll thither, from the distant dale,
+  "A weeping willow bear;
+"And plant a lily of the vale,
+  "A drooping lily there.
+
+"We'll shun the face of glaring day,
+  "Eternal silence keep;
+"Thro' the dark wood together stray,
+  "And only live to weep.
+
+"But hark, 'tis come--the fatal time
+  "When, Edwin, we must part;
+"Some angel tells me 'tis a crime
+  "To hold thee to my heart.
+
+"My father's spirit hovers near--
+  "Alas, he comes to chide;
+"Is there no means, my Edwin dear,
+  "The fatal deed to hide?
+
+"Yet, Edwin, if th' offence be thine,
+  "Too soon I can forgive;
+"But, oh, the guilt would all be mine,
+  "Could I endure to live.
+
+"Farewel, my love, for, oh, I faint,
+  "Of pale despair I die;
+"And see, that hoary, murder'd saint
+  "Descends from yon blue sky.
+
+"Poor, weak old man! he comes my love,
+  "To lead to heav'n the way;
+"He knows not heaven will joyless prove,
+  "If Edwin here must stay!"--
+
+"Oh, who can bear this pang!" he cry'd,
+  Then to his bosom prest
+The dying maid, who piteous sigh'd,
+  And sunk to endless rest.
+
+He saw her eyes for ever close,
+  He heard her latest sigh,
+And yet no tear of anguish flows
+  From his distracted eye.
+
+He feels within his shiv'ring veins,
+  A mortal chillness rise;
+Her pallid corse he feebly strains--
+  And on her bosom dies.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+No longer may their hapless lot
+  The mournful muse engage;
+She wipes away the tears, that blot
+  The melancholy page.
+
+For heav'n in love, dissolves the ties
+  That chain the spirit here;
+And distant far for ever flies
+  The blessing held most dear;
+
+To bid the suff'ring soul aspire
+  A higher bliss to prove;
+To wake the pure, refin'd desire,
+  The hope that rests above!--
+
+
+
+A
+HYMN.
+
+
+While thee I seek, protecting Power!
+  Be my vain wishes still'd;
+And may this consecrated hour
+  With better hopes be fill'd.
+
+Thy love the powers of thought bestow'd,
+  To thee my thoughts would soar;
+Thy mercy o'er my life has flow'd--
+  That mercy I adore.
+
+In each event of life, how clear,
+  Thy ruling hand I see;
+Each blessing to my soul more dear,
+  Because conferr'd by thee.
+
+In every joy that crowns my days,
+  In every pain I bear,
+My heart shall find delight in praise,
+  Or seek relief in prayer.
+
+When gladness wings my favour'd hour,
+  Thy love my thoughts shall fill:
+Resign'd, when storms of sorrow lower,
+  My soul shall meet thy will.
+
+My lifted eye without a tear
+  The lowring storm shall see;
+My stedfast heart shall know no fear--
+  That heart will rest on Thee!
+
+
+
+PARAPHRASES
+FROM
+SCRIPTURE.
+
+
+  _The day is thine, the night also is thine; thou hast prepared the
+  light and the sun_.
+
+  _Thou hast set all the borders of the earth; thou hast made summer and
+  winter._
+
+PSALM lxxiv. 16, 17.
+
+My God! all nature owns thy sway,
+Thou giv'st the night, and thou the day!
+When all thy lov'd creation wakes,
+When morning, rich in lustre breaks,
+And bathes in dew the op'ning flower,
+To thee we owe her fragrant hour;
+And when she pours her choral song,
+Her melodies to thee belong!
+
+Or when, in paler tints array'd,
+The evening slowly spreads her shade;
+That soothing shade, that grateful gloom,
+Can more than day's enliv'ning bloom
+Still every fond, and vain desire,
+And calmer, purer, thoughts inspire;
+From earth the pensive spirit free,
+And lead the soften'd heart to Thee.
+
+  In every scene thy hands have drest,
+In every form by thee imprest,
+Upon the mountain's awful head,
+Or where the shelt'ring woods are spread;
+In every note that swells the gale,
+Or tuneful stream that cheers the vale,
+The cavern's depth, or echoing grove,
+A voice is heard of praise, and love.
+
+As o'er thy work the seasons roll,
+And sooth with change of bliss, the soul,
+Oh never may their smiling train
+Pass o'er the human scene in vain!
+But oft as on the charm we gaze,
+Attune the wond'ring soul to praise;
+And be the joys that most we prize,
+The joys that from thy favour rise!
+
+
+
+_Can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should
+not have compassion on the son of her womb? Yea,
+they may forget, yet will I not forget thee._
+
+
+
+ISAIAH xlix. 15.
+
+Heaven speaks! Oh Nature listen and rejoice!
+Oh spread from pole to pole this gracious voice!
+"Say every breast of human frame, that proves
+"The boundless force with which a parent loves;
+"Say, can a mother from her yearning heart
+"Bid the soft image of her child depart?
+"She! whom strong instinct arms with strength to bear
+"All forms of ill, to shield that dearest care;
+"She! who with anguish stung, with madness wild,
+"Will rush on death to save her threaten'd child;
+"All selfish feelings banish'd from her breast,
+"Her life one aim to make another's blest.
+"When her vex'd infant to her bosom clings,
+"When round her neck his eager arms he flings;
+"Breathes to her list'ning soul his melting sigh,
+"And lifts suffus'd with tears his asking eye!
+"Will she for all ambition can attain,
+"The charms of pleasure, or the lures of gain,
+"Betray strong Nature's feelings, will she prove
+"Cold to the claims of duty, and of love?
+"But should the mother from her yearning heart
+"Bid the soft image of her child depart;
+"When the vex'd infant to her bosom clings
+"When round her neck his eager arms he flings;
+"Should she unpitying hear his melting sigh,
+"And view unmov'd the tear that fills his eye;
+"Should she for all ambition can attain,
+"The charms of pleasure, or the lures of gain,
+"Betray strong Nature's feelings--should she prove
+"Cold to the claims of duty, and of love!
+"Yet never will the God, whose word gave birth
+"To yon illumin'd orbs, and this fair earth;
+"Who thro' the boundless depths of trackless space
+"Bade new-wak'd beauty spread each perfect grace;
+"Yet when he form'd the vast stupendous whole,
+"Shed his best bounties on the human soul;
+"Which reason's light illumes, which friendship warms,
+"Which pity softens, and which virtue charms;
+"Which feels the pure affections gen'rous glow,
+"Shares others joy, and bleeds for others woe--
+"Oh never will the gen'ral Father prove
+"Of man forgetful, man the child of love!"
+When all those planets in their ample spheres
+Have wing'd their course, and roll'd their destin'd years;
+When the vast sun shall veil his golden light
+Deep in the gloom of everlasting night;
+When wild, destructive flames shall wrap the skies,
+When Chaos triumphs, and when Nature dies;
+Man shall alone the wreck of worlds survive,
+Midst falling spheres, immortal man shall live!
+The voice which bade the last dread thunders roll,
+Shall whisper to the good, and cheer their soul.
+God shall himself his favour'd creature guide
+Where living waters pour their blissful tide,
+Where the enlarg'd, exulting, wond'ring mind
+Shall soar, from weakness and from guilt refin'd;
+Where perfect knowledge, bright with cloudless rays,
+Shall gild eternity's unmeasur'd days;
+Where friendship, unembitter'd by distrust,
+Shall in immortal bands unite the just;
+Devotion rais'd to rapture breathe her strain,
+And love in his eternal triumph reign!
+
+
+
+_Whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so to them._
+
+MATT. vii. 12.
+
+Precept divine! to earth in mercy given,
+O sacred rule of action, worthy heaven!
+Whose pitying love ordain'd the bless'd command
+To bind our nature in a firmer band;
+Enforce each human suff'rer's strong appeal,
+And teach the selfish breast what others feel;
+Wert thou the guide of life, mankind might know
+A soft exemption from the worst of woe;
+No more the powerful would the weak oppress,
+But tyrants learn the luxury to bless;
+No more would slav'ry bind a hopeless train,
+Of human victims, in her galling chain;
+Mercy the hard, the cruel heart would move
+To soften mis'ry by the deeds of Jove;
+And av'rice from his hoarded treasures give
+Unask'd, the liberal boon, that want might live!
+The impious tongue of falshood then would cease
+To blast, with dark suggestions, virtue's peace;
+No more would spleen, or passion banish rest
+And plant a pang in fond affection's breast;
+By one harsh word, one alter'd look, destroy
+Her peace, and wither every op'ning joy;
+Scarce can her tongue the captious wrong explain,
+The slight offence which gives so deep a pain!
+Th' affected ease that slights her starting tear,
+The words whose coldness kills from lips so dear;
+The hand she loves, alone can point the dart,
+Whose hidden sting could wound no other heart--
+These, of all pains the sharpest we endure,
+The breast which now inflicts, would spring to cure.--
+No more deserted genius then, would fly
+To breathe in solitude his hopeless sigh;
+No more would Fortune's partial smile debase
+The spirit, rich in intellectual grace;
+Who views unmov'd from scenes where pleasures bloom,
+The flame of genius sunk in mis'ry's gloom;
+The soul heav'n form'd to soar, by want deprest,
+Nor heeds the wrongs that pierce a kindred breast.--
+Thou righteous Law! whose clear and useful light
+Sheds on the mind a ray divinely bright;
+Condensing in one rule whate'er the sage
+Has proudly taught, in many a labour'd page;
+Bid every heart thy hallow'd voice revere,
+To justice sacred, and to nature dear!
+
+
+
+END OF THE FIRST VOLUME.
+
+
+
+POEMS,
+
+BY
+
+HELEN MARIA WILLIAMS.
+
+IN TWO VOLUMES.
+
+VOL. II.
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+OF THE
+
+SECOND VOLUME.
+
+
+An Epistle to Dr. Moore, Author of a View of Society and Manners in
+France, Switzerland, and Germany.
+
+Part of an irregular Fragment, found in a Dark Passage of the Tower.
+
+Peru.
+
+Sonnet to Mrs. Siddons.
+
+Queen Mary's Complaint.
+
+Euphelia, an Elegy.
+
+Sonnet to Expression.
+
+
+
+
+AN
+EPISTLE
+TO
+DR. MOORE.
+
+
+  Whether dispensing hope, and ease
+  To the pale victim of disease,
+  Or in the social crowd you sit,
+  And charm the group with sense and wit,
+  Moore's partial ear will not disdain
+  Attention to my artless strain.
+
+
+AN
+EPISTLE
+TO
+DR. MOORE,
+
+AUTHOR OF
+
+A VIEW OF SOCIETY AND MANNERS
+IN
+FRANCE, SWITZERLAND, AND GERMANY.
+
+I mean no giddy heights to climb,
+And vainly toil to be sublime;
+While every line with labour wrought,
+Is swell'd with tropes for want of thought:
+Nor shall I call the Muse to shed
+Castalian drops upon my head;
+Or send me from Parnassian bowers
+A chaplet wove of fancy's flowers.
+At present all such aid I slight--
+My heart instructs me how to write.
+
+  That softer glide my hours along,
+That still my griefs are sooth'd by song,
+That still my careless numbers flow
+To your successful skill I owe;
+You, who when sickness o'er me hung,
+And languor had my lyre unstrung,
+With treasures of the healing art,
+With friendship's ardor at your heart,
+From sickness snatch'd her early prey
+And bade fair health--the goddess gay,
+With sprightly air, and winning grace,
+With laughing eye, and rosy face,
+Accustom'd when you call to hear,
+On her light pinion hasten near,
+And swift restore with influence kind,
+My weaken'd frame, my drooping mind.
+
+  With like benignity, and zeal,
+The mental malady to heal,
+To stop the fruitless, hopeless tear,
+The life you lengthen'd, render dear,
+To charm by fancy's powerful vein,
+"The written troubles of the brain,"
+From gayer scenes, compassion led
+Your frequent footsteps to my shed:
+And knowing that the Muses' art
+Has power to ease an aching heart,
+You sooth'd that heart with partial praise,
+And I before too fond of lays,
+While others pant for solid gain,
+Grasp at a laurel sprig--in vain--
+You could not chill with frown severe
+The madness to my soul so dear;
+For when Apollo came to store
+Your mind with salutary lore,
+The god I ween, was pleas'd to dart
+A ray from Pindus on your heart;
+Your willing bosom caught the fire,
+And still is partial to the lyre.
+
+  But now from you at distance plac'd
+Where _Epping_ spreads a woody waste;
+Tho' unrestrain'd my fancy flies,
+And views in air her fabrics rise,
+And paints with brighter bloom the flowers,
+Bids Dryads people all the bowers,
+And Echoes speak from every hill,
+And Naiads pour each little rill,
+And bands of Sylphs with pride unfold
+Their azure plumage mix'd with gold,
+My heart remembers with a sigh
+That you are now no longer nigh.
+The magic scenes no more engage,
+I quit them for your various page;
+Where, with delight I traverse o'er
+The foreign paths you trod before:
+Ah not in vain those paths you trac'd,
+With heart to feel, with powers to taste!
+
+  Amid the ever-jocund train
+Who sport upon the banks of Seine,
+In your light Frenchman pleas'd I see
+His nation's gay epitome;
+Whose careless hours glide smooth along,
+Who charms MISFORTUNE with a song.
+She comes not as on Albion's plain,
+With death, and madness in her train;
+For here, her keenest sharpest dart
+May raze, but cannot pierce the heart.
+Yet he whose spirit light as air
+Calls life a jest, and laughs at care,
+Feels the strong force of pity's voice,
+And bids afflicted love rejoice;
+Love, such as fills the poet's page
+Love, such as form'd the golden age--
+FANCHON, thy grateful look I see--
+I share thy joys--I weep with thee--
+What eye has read without a tear
+A tale to nature's heart so dear!
+
+There, dress'd in each sublimer grace
+Geneva's happy scene I trace;
+Her lake, from whose broad bosom thrown
+Rushes the loud impetuous Rhone,
+And bears his waves with mazy sweep
+In rapid torrents to the deep--
+Oh for a Muse less weak of wing,
+High on yon Alpine steeps to spring,
+And tell in verse what they disclose
+As well as you have told in prose;
+How wrapt in snows and icy showers,
+Eternal winter, horrid lowers
+Upon the mountain's awful brow,
+While purple summer blooms below;
+How icy structures rear their forms
+Pale products of ten thousand storms;
+Where the full sun-beam powerless falls
+On crystal arches, columns, walls,
+Yet paints the proud fantastic height
+With all the various hues of light.
+Why is no poet call'd to birth
+In such a favour'd spot of earth?
+How high his vent'rous Muse might rise,
+And proudly scorn to ask supplies
+From the Parnassian hill, the fire
+Of verse, _Mont Blanc_ might well inspire.
+O SWITZERLAND! how oft these eyes
+Desire to view thy mountains rise;
+How fancy loves thy steeps to climb,
+So wild, so solemn, so sublime;
+And o'er thy happy vales to roam,
+Where freedom rears her humble home.
+Ah, how unlike each social grace
+Which binds in love thy manly race,
+The HOLLANDERS phlegmatic ease
+Too cold to love, too dull to please;
+Who feel no sympathetic woe,
+Nor sympathetic joy bestow,
+But fancy words are only made
+To serve the purposes of trade,
+And when they neither buy, nor sell,
+Think silence answers quite as well.
+
+  Now in his happiest light is seen
+VOLTAIRE, when evening chas'd his spleen,
+And plac'd at supper with his friends,
+The playful flash of wit descends--
+Of names renown'd you clearly shew
+The finer traits we wish to know--
+To Prussia's martial clime I stray
+And see how FREDERIC spends the day;
+Behold him rise at dawning light
+To form his troops for future fight;
+Thro' the firm ranks his glances pierce,
+Where discipline, with aspect fierce,
+And unrelenting breast, is seen
+Degrading man to a machine;
+My female heart delights to turn
+Where GREATNESS seems not quite so stern:
+Mild on th' IMPERIAL BROW she glows,
+And lives to soften human woes.
+
+But lo! on ocean's stormy breast
+I see majestic VENICE rest;
+While round her spires the billows rave,
+Inverted splendours gild the wave.
+Fair liberty has rear'd with toil,
+Her fabric on this marshy soil.
+She fled those banks with scornful pride,
+Where classic Po devolves her tide:
+Yet here her unrelenting laws
+Are deaf to nature's, freedom's cause.
+Unjust! they seal'd FOSCARI'S doom,
+An exile in his early bloom.
+And he, who bore the rack unmov'd,
+Divided far from those he lov'd,
+From all the social hour can give,
+From all that make it bliss to live,
+These worst of ills refus'd to bear,
+And died, the victim of despair.
+
+  An eye of wonder let me raise,
+While on imperial ROME I gaze.
+But oh! no more in glory bright
+She fills with awe th' astonish'd sight:
+Her mould'ring fanes in ruin trac'd,
+Lie scatter'd on _Campania's_ waste.
+Nor only these--alas! we find
+The wreck involves the human mind:
+The lords of earth now drag a chain
+Beneath a pontiff's feeble reign;
+The soil that gave a _Cato_ birth
+No longer yields heroic worth,
+Whose image lives but on the bust,
+Or consecrates the medal's rust:
+Yet if no heart of modern frame
+Glows with the antient hero's flame,
+The dire _Arena's_ horrid stage
+Is banish'd from this milder age;
+Those savage virtues too are fled
+At which the human feelings bled.
+
+  While now at _Virgil's_ tomb you bend,
+O let me on your steps attend!
+Kneel on the turf that blossoms round,
+And kiss, with lips devout, the ground.
+I feel how oft his magic powers
+Shed pleasure on my lonely hours.
+Tho' hid from me the classic tongue,
+In which his heav'nly strain was sung,
+In _Dryden's_ tuneful lines, I pierce
+The shaded beauties of his verse.
+
+  Bright be the rip'ning beam, that shines
+Fair FLORENCE, on thy purple vines!
+And ever pure the fanning gale
+That pants in Arno's myrtle vale!
+Here, when the barb'rous northern race,
+Dire foes to every muse, and grace,
+Had doom'd the banish'd arts to roam
+The lovely wand'rers found a home;
+And shed round _Leo's_ triple crown
+Unfading rays of bright renown.
+Who e'er has felt his bosom glow
+With knowledge, or the wish to know;
+Has e'er from books with transport caught
+The rich accession of a thought;
+Perceiv'd with conscious pride, he feels
+The sentiment which taste reveals;
+Let all who joys like these possess,
+Thy vale, enchanting FLORENCE bless--
+O had the arts benignant light
+No more reviv'd from Gothic night,
+Earth had been one vast scene of strife,
+Or one drear void had sadden'd life;
+Lost had been all the sage has taught,
+The painter's sketch, the poet's thought,
+The force of sense, the charm of wit,
+Nor ever had your page been writ;
+That soothing page, which care beguiles,
+And dresses truth in fancy's smiles:
+For not with hostile step you prest
+Each foreign soil, a thankless guest!
+While travellers who want the skill
+To mark the shapes of good and ill,
+With vacant stare thro' Europe range,
+And deem all bad, because 'tis strange;
+Thro' varying modes of life, you trace
+The finer trait, the latent grace,
+And where thro' every vain disguise
+You view the human follies rise,
+The stroke of irony you dart
+With force to mend, not wound the heart.
+While intellectual objects share
+Your mind's extensive view, you bear,
+Quite free from spleen's incumb'ring load,
+The little evils on the road--
+So, while the path of life I tread,
+A path to me with briers spread;
+Let me its tangled mazes spy
+Like you, with gay, good-humour'd eye;
+Nor at those thorny tracts repine,
+The treasure of your friendship, mine.
+
+Grange Hill, Essex.
+
+
+
+PART
+OF AN
+IRREGULAR [Transcriber's note: Original "IRREGULAL"] FRAGMENT,
+FOUND IN A
+DARK PASSAGE OF THE TOWER.
+
+
+ADVERTISEMENT.
+
+The following Poem is formed on a very singular and sublime idea. A
+young gentleman, possessed of an uncommon genius for drawing, on
+visiting the Tower of London, passing one door of a singular
+construction, asked what apartment it led to, and expressed a desire to
+have it opened. The person who shewed the place shook his head, and
+answered, "Heaven knows what is within that door--it has been shut for
+ages."--This answer made small impression on the other hearers; but a
+very deep one on the imagination of this youth. Gracious Heaven! an
+apartment shut up for ages--and in the Tower!
+
+  "Ye Towers of Julius! London's lasting shame,
+  By many a foul and midnight murder fed."
+
+Genius builds on a slight foundation, and rears beautiful structures on
+"the baseless fabric of a vision." The above transient hint dwelt on the
+young man's fancy, and conjured into his memory all the murders which
+history records to have been committed in the Tower; Henry the Sixth,
+the Duke of Clarence, the two young princes, sons of Edward the Fourth,
+Sir Thomas Overbury, &c. He supposes all their ghosts assembled in this
+unexplored apartment, and to these his fertile imagination has added
+several others. One of the spectres raises an immense pall of black
+velvet, and discovers the remains of a murdered royal family, whose
+story is lost in the lapse of time.--The gloomy wildness of these
+images struck my imagination so forcibly, that endeavouring to catch the
+fire of the youth's pencil, this Fragment was produced.
+
+
+
+PART
+OF AN
+IRREGULAR FRAGMENT,
+FOUND IN A
+DARK PASSAGE OF THE TOWER.
+
+
+I.
+
+  Rise, winds of night! relentless tempests rise!
+    Rush from the troubled clouds, and o'er me roll;
+  In this chill pause a deeper horror lies,
+    A wilder fear appals my shudd'ring soul.--
+  'Twas on this day[A], this hour accurst,
+    That Nature starting from repose
+  Heard the dire shrieks of murder burst--
+    From infant innocence they rose,
+      And shook these solemn towers!--
+  I shudd'ring pass that fatal room
+  For ages wrapt in central gloom;--
+  I shudd'ring pass that iron door
+  Which Fate perchance unlocks no more;
+Death, smear'd with blood, o'er the dark portal lowers.
+
+[A]  The anniversary of the murder of Edward the Fifth, and his brother
+     Richard, Duke of York.
+
+
+II.
+
+  How fearfully my step resounds
+    Along these lonely bounds:--
+Spare, savage blast! the taper's quiv'ring fires,
+  Deep in these gath'ring shades its flame expires.
+    Ye host of heaven! the door recedes--
+    It mocks my grasp--what unseen hands
+      Have burst its iron bands?
+    No mortal force this gate unbarr'd
+    Where danger lives, which terrors guard--
+    Dread powers! its screaming hinges close
+      On this dire scene of impious deeds--
+    My feet are fix'd!--Dismay has bound
+    My step on this polluted ground--
+  But lo! the pitying moon, a line of light
+  Athwart the horrid darkness dimly throws,
+And from yon grated window chases night.--
+
+
+III.
+
+    Ye visions that before me roll,
+  That freeze my blood, that shake my soul!
+    Are ye the phantoms of a dream?
+  Pale spectres! are ye what ye seem?
+    They glide more near--
+      Their forms unfold!
+    Fix'd are their eyes, on me they bend--
+      Their glaring look is cold!
+  And hark!--I hear
+Sounds that the throbbing pulse of life suspend.
+
+
+IV.
+
+  "No wild illusion cheats thy sight
+    "With shapes that only live in night--
+  "Mark the native glories spread
+    "Around my bleeding brow!
+  "The crown of Albion wreath'd my head,
+    "And Gallia's lilies[A] twin'd below--
+  "When my father shook his spear,
+    "When his banner sought the skies,
+  "Her baffled host recoil'd with fear,
+      "Nor turn'd their shrinking eyes:--
+  "Soon as the daring eagle springs
+    "To bask in heav'n's empyreal light,
+  "The vultures ply their baleful wings,
+    "A cloud of deep'ning colour marks their flight,
+      "Staining the golden day:--
+  "But see! amid the rav'nous brood
+    "A bird of fiercer aspect soar--
+  "The spirits of a rival race[B],
+  "Hang on the noxious blast, and trace,
+    "With gloomy joy his destin'd prey;
+  "Inflame th' ambitious with that thirsts for blood,
+"And plunge his talons deep in kindred gore.
+
+[A] Henry the Sixth, crowned when an infant, at Paris.
+[B] Richard the Third, by murdering so many near relations, seemed to
+    revenge the sufferings of Henry the Sixth, and his family, on the
+    House of York.
+
+
+V.
+
+  "View the stern form that hovers nigh,
+  "Fierce rolls his dauntless eye
+      "In scorn of hideous death;
+"Till starting at a brother's[A] name,
+  "Horror shrinks his glowing frame,
+    "Locks the half-utter'd groan,
+      "And chills the parting breath:--
+    "Astonish'd Nature heav'd a moan!
+"When her affrighted eye beheld the hands
+"She form'd to cherish, rend her holy bands.
+
+[A] Richard the Third, who murdered his brother the Duke of Clarence.
+
+
+VI.
+
+"Look where a royal infant[A] kneels,
+  "Shrieking, and agoniz'd with fear,
+  "He sees the dagger pointed near
+    "A much-lov'd brother's[B] breast,
+"And tells an absent mother all he feels:--
+  "His eager eye he casts around;
+  "Where shall her guardian form be found,
+    "On which his eager eye would rest!
+  "On her he calls in accents wild,
+  "And wonders why her step is slow
+    "To save her suff'ring child!--
+"Rob'd in the regal garb, his brother stands
+    "In more majestic woe--
+  "And meets the impious stroke with bosom bare;
+"Then fearless grasps the murd'rer's hands,
+  "And asks the minister of hell to spare
+  "The child whose feeble arms sustain
+  "His bleeding form from cruel Death.--
+  "In vain fraternal fondness pleads
+    "For cold is now his livid cheek,
+  "And cold his last, expiring breath:
+    "And now with aspect meek,
+  "The infant lifts his mournful eye,
+  "And asks with trembling voice, to die,
+"If death will cure his heaving heart of pain--
+    "His heaving heart now bleeds--
+  "Foul tyrant! o'er the gilded hour
+  "That beams with all the blaze of power,
+    "Remorse shall spread her thickest shroud;
+  "The furies in thy tortur'd ear
+    "Shall howl, with curses deep, and loud,
+  "And wake distracting fear!
+    "I see the ghastly spectre rise,
+    "Whose blood is cold, whose hollow eyes
+    "Seem from his head to start--
+    "With upright hair, and shiv'ring heart,
+  Dark o'er thy midnight couch he bends,
+And clasps thy shrinking frame, thy impious spirit rends."
+
+[A]  Richard Duke of York.
+[B]  Edward the Fifth.
+
+
+VII.
+
+  Now his thrilling accents die--
+  His shape eludes my searching eye--
+  But who is he[A], convuls'd with pain,
+  That writhes in every swelling vein?
+    Yet in so deep, so wild a groan,
+  A sharper anguish seems to live
+    Than life's expiring pang can give:--
+  He dies deserted, and alone--
+    If pity can allay thy woes
+    Sad spirit they shall find repose--
+Thy friend, thy long-lov'd friend is near!
+He comes to pour the parting tear,
+  He comes to catch the parting breath--
+Ah heaven! no melting look he wears,
+His alter'd eye with vengeance glares;
+Each frantic passion at his soul,
+'Tis he has dash'd that venom'd bowl
+    With agony, and death.
+
+[A] Sir Thomas Overbury, poisoned in the Tower by Somerset.
+
+
+VIII.
+
+But whence arose that solemn call?
+  Yon bloody phantom waves his hand,
+  And beckons me to deeper gloom--
+    Rest, troubled form! I come--
+  Some unknown power my step impels
+  To horror's secret cells--
+    "For thee I raise this sable pall,
+    "It shrouds a ghastly band:
+  "Stretch'd beneath, thy eye shall trace
+      "A mangled regal race:
+  "A thousand suns have roll'd, since light
+  "Rush'd on their solid night--
+"See, o'er that tender frame grim famine hangs,
+    "And mocks a mother's pangs!
+"The last, last drop which warm'd her veins
+    "That meagre infant drains--
+  "Then gnaws her fond, sustaining breast--
+    "Stretch'd on her feeble knees, behold
+  "Another victim sinks to lasting rest--
+  "Another, yet her matron arms would fold
+"Who strives to reach her matron arms in vain--
+  "Too weak her wasted form to raise,
+  "On him she bends her eager gaze;
+    "She sees the soft imploring eye
+"That asks her dear embrace, the cure of pain--
+    "She sees her child at distance die--
+  "But now her stedfast heart can bear
+  "Unmov'd, the pressure of despair--
+"When first the winds of winter urge their course
+"O'er the pure stream, whose current smoothly glides,
+"The heaving river swells its troubled tides;
+"But when the bitter blast with keener force,
+  "O'er the high wave an icy fetter throws,
+"The harden'd wave is fix'd in dead repose."--
+
+
+IX.
+
+"Say who that hoary form? alone he stands,
+"And meekly lifts his wither'd hands--
+    "His white beard streams with blood--
+"I see him with a smile, deride
+"The wounds that pierce his shrivel'd side,
+    "Whence flows a purple flood--
+  "But sudden pangs his bosom tear--
+    "On one big drop, of deeper dye,
+    "I see him fix his haggard eye
+  "In dark, and wild despair!
+"That sanguine drop which wakes his woe--
+    "Say, spirit! whence its source."--
+"Ask no more its source to know--
+    "Ne'er shall mortal eye explore
+    "Whence flow'd that drop of human gore,
+  "Till the starting dead shall rise,
+  "Unchain'd from earth, and mount the skies,
+"And time shall end his fated course."--
+  "Now th' unfathom'd depth behold--
+    "Look but once! a second glance
+  "Wraps a heart of human mold
+    "In death's eternal trance."
+
+
+X.
+
+"That shapeless phantom sinking slow
+"Deep down the vast abyss below,
+"Darts, thro' the mists that shroud his frame,
+"A horror, nature hates to name!"--
+"Mortal, could thine eyes behold
+"All those sullen mists enfold,
+"Thy sinews at the sight accurst
+"Would wither, and thy heart-strings burst;
+"Death would grasp with icy hand
+"And drag thee to our grizly band--
+"Away! the sable pall I spread,
+"And give to rest th' unquiet dead--
+"Haste! ere its horrid shroud enclose
+  "Thy form, benumb'd with wild affright,
+"And plunge thee far thro' wastes of night,
+  "In yon black gulph's abhorr'd repose!"--
+  As starting at each step, I fly,
+  Why backward turns my frantic eye,
+    That closing portal past?--
+Two sullen shades half-seen, advance!--
+  On me, a blasting look they cast,
+    And fix my view with dang'rous spells,
+    Where burning frenzy dwells!--
+Again! their vengeful look--and now a speechless--
+
+
+
+PERU.
+A
+POEM,
+IN SIX CANTOS.
+
+TO
+MRS. MONTAGU.
+
+
+While, bending at thy honour'd shrine, the Muse
+  Pours, MONTAGU, to thee her votive strain,
+Thy heart will not her simple notes refuse,
+  Or chill her timid soul with cold disdain.
+
+O might a transient spark of genius fire
+  The fond effusions of her fearful youth;
+Then should thy virtues live upon her lyre,
+  And give to harmony the charm of truth.
+
+Vain wish! they ask not the imperfect lay,
+  The weak applause her trembling accents breathe;
+With whose pure radiance glory blends her ray,
+  Whom fame has circled with her fairest wreathe.
+
+Thou, who while seen with graceful step to tread
+  Grandeur's enchanted round, can'st meekly pause
+To rend the veil obscurity had spread
+  Where his lone sigh deserted Genius draws;
+
+To lead his drooping spirit to thy fane,
+  Where attic joy the social circle warms;
+Where science loves to pour her hallow'd strain,
+  Where wit, and wisdom, blend their sep'rate charms.
+
+And lure to cherish intellectual powers,
+  To bid the vig'rous tides of genius roll,
+Unfold, in fair expansion, fancy's flowers,
+  And wake the latent energies of soul;
+
+Far other homage claims than flatt'ry brings
+  The little triumphs of the proud to grace:
+For deeds like these a purer incense springs,
+  Warm from the swelling heart its source we trace!
+
+Yet not to foster the rich gifts of mind
+  Alone can all thy lib'ral cares employ;
+Not to the few those gifts adorn, confin'd,
+  They spread an ampler sphere of genuine joy.
+
+While pleasure's lucid star illumes thy bower,
+  Thy pity views the distant storm that bends
+Where want unshelter'd wastes the ling'ring hour;--
+  And meets the blessing that to heav'n ascends!
+
+For this, while fame thro' each successive age
+  On her exulting lip thy name shall breathe;
+While woman, pointing to thy finish'd page,
+  Claims from imperious man the critic wreathe;
+
+Truth on her spotless record shall enroll
+  Each moral beauty to her spirit dear;
+Paint in bright characters each grace of soul--
+  While admiration pours a gen'rous tear.
+
+HELEN MARIA WILLIAMS.
+
+London, April the 24th, 1784.
+
+
+ADVERTISEMENT.
+
+
+That no readers of the following work may entertain expectations
+respecting it which it would ill satisfy, it is necessary to acquaint
+them, that the author has not had the presumption even to attempt a
+full, historical narration of the fall of the Peruvian empire. To
+describe that important event with accuracy, and to display with
+clearness and force the various causes which combined to produce it,
+would require all the energy of genius, and the most glowing colours of
+imagination. Conscious of her utter inability to execute such a design,
+she has only aimed at a simple detail of some few incidents that make a
+part of that romantic story; where the unparalleled sufferings of an
+innocent and amiable people, form the most affecting subjects of true
+pathos, while their climate, totally unlike our own, furnishes new and
+ample materials for poetic description.
+
+
+
+THE ARGUMENT.
+
+_General description of the country of Peru, and of its animal, and
+vegetable productions--the virtues of the people--character of_ Ataliba,
+_their Monarch--his love for_ Alzira--_their nuptials celebrated--
+character of_ Zorai, _her father--descent of the genius of Peru--
+prediction of the fate of that empire._
+
+
+PERU.
+
+CANTO THE FIRST.
+
+Where the pacific deep in silence laves
+The western shore, with slow and languid waves,
+There, lost Peruvia, rose thy cultur'd scene,
+The wave an emblem of thy joy serene:
+There nature ever in luxuriant showers                                 5
+Pours from her treasures, the perennial flowers;
+In its dark foliage plum'd, the tow'ring pine
+Ascends the mountain, at her call divine;
+The palm's wide leaf its brighter verdure spreads,
+And the proud cedars bow their lofty heads;                           10
+The citron, and the glowing orange spring,
+And on the gale a thousand odours fling;
+The guava, and the soft ananas bloom,
+The balsam ever drops a rich perfume:
+The bark, reviving shrub! Oh not in vain                              15
+Thy rosy blossoms tinge Peruvia's plain;
+Ye fost'ring gales, around those blossoms blow,
+Ye balmy dew-drops, o'er the tendrils flow.
+Lo, as the health-diffusing plant aspires,
+Disease, and pain, and hov'ring death retires;                        20
+Affection sees new lustre light the eye,
+And feels her vanish'd joys again are nigh.
+The Pacos[A], and Vicunnas[B] sport around,
+And the meek Lamas[C], burden'd, press the ground.
+Amid the vocal groves, the feather'd throng                           25
+Pour to the list'ning breeze their native song;
+The mocking-bird her varying note essays,
+The vain macaw his glitt'ring plume displays.
+While spring's warm ray the mild suffusion sheds,
+The plaintive humming-bird his pinion spreads;                        30
+His wings their colours to the sun unfold,
+The vivid scarlet, and the blazing gold;
+He sees the flower which morning tears bedew,
+Sinks on its breast, and drinks th' ambrosial dew:
+Then seeks with fond delight the social nest                          35
+Parental care has rear'd, and love has blest:
+The drops that on the blossom's light leaf hung,
+He bears exulting to his tender young;
+The grateful joy his happy accents prove,
+Is nature, smiling on her works of love.                              40
+
+  Nor less, Peruvia, for thy favour'd clime
+The virtues rose, unsullied, and sublime:
+There melting charity, with ardor warm,
+Spread her wide mantle o'er th' unshelter'd form;
+Cheer'd with the festal song, her lib'ral toils,                      45
+While in the lap of age[D] she pour'd the spoils.
+Simplicity in every vale was found,
+The meek nymph smil'd, with reeds, and rushes crown'd;
+And innocence in light, transparent vest,
+Mild visitant! the gentle region blest:                               50
+As from her lip enchanting accents part,
+They thrill with pleasure the reponsive heart;
+And o'er the ever-blooming vales around,
+Soft echoes waft each undulating sound.
+
+  This happy region _Ataliba_ sway'd,                                 55
+Whose mild behest the willing heart obey'd;
+Descendant of a scepter'd, sacred race,
+Whose origin from glowing suns they trace;
+And as o'er nature's form, the solar light
+Diffuses beauty, and inspires delight;                                60
+So, o'er Peruvia flow'd the lib'ral ray
+Of mercy, lovelier than the smile of day!
+In Ataliba's pure and gen'rous heart
+The virtues bloom'd without the aid of art.
+His gentle spirit, love's soft power possest,                         65
+And stamp'd Alzira's image on his breast;
+Alzira, form'd each tenderness to prove,
+That sooths in friendship, and that charms in love.
+But, ah! in vain the drooping muse would paint
+(Her accents languid, and her colours faint,)                         70
+How dear the joys love's early wishes sought,
+How mild his spirit, and how pure his thought,
+Ere wealth in sullen pomp was seen to rise,
+And break the artless bosom's holy ties;
+Blast with his touch affection's op'ning flower,                      75
+And chill the hand that rear'd her blissful bower.
+Fortune, light nymph! still bless the sordid heart,
+Still to thy venal slave thy gifts impart;
+Bright in his view may all thy meteors shine,
+And lost Peruvia open every mine;                                     80
+For him the robe of eastern pomp display,
+The gems that ripen in the torrid ray;
+Collected may their guilty lustre stream
+Full on the eye that courts the partial beam:
+But Love, oh Love! should haply this late hour,                       85
+One softer mind avow thy genuine power;
+Breathe at thy altar nature's simple strain,
+And strew the heart's pure incense on thy fane;
+Give to that bosom scorning fortune's toys,
+Thy sweet enchantments, and thy virtuous joys;                        90
+Bid pleasure bloom thro' many a circling year,
+Which love shall wing, and constancy endear;
+Far from this happy clime avert the woes,
+The heart from alienated fondness knows;
+And from that agony the spirit save,                                  95
+When unrelenting yawns the op'ning grave;
+When death dissolves the ties for ever dear;
+When frantic passion pours her parting tear;
+With all the cherish'd pains affection feels,
+Hangs on the quiv'ring lip, that silence seals;                      100
+Views fondness struggling in the closing eye,
+And marks it mingling in the falt'ring sigh;
+As the lov'd form, while folded to her breast,
+On earth's cold bosom seeks more lasting rest!
+Leave her fond soul in hopeless griefs to mourn,                     105
+Clasp the pale corse, and bathe th' unconscious urn;--
+Mild, to the wounds that pierce her bleeding heart,
+Nature's expiring pang, and death's keen dart.
+
+  Pure was the lustre of the orient ray,
+That joyful wak'd Alzira's nuptial day:                              110
+Her auburn hair, spread loosely to the wind,
+The virgin train, with rosy chaplets bind;
+The scented flowers that form her bridal wreathe,
+A deeper hue, a richer fragrance breathe.
+The gentle tribe now sought the hallow'd fane,                       115
+Where warbling vestals pour'd the choral strain:
+There aged Zorai, his Alzira prest
+With love parental, to his anxious breast:
+Priest of the sun, within the sacred shrine
+His fervent spirit breath'd the strain divine;                       120
+With glowing hand, the guiltless off'ring spread,
+With pious zeal the pure libation shed;
+Nor vain the incense of erroneous praise
+When meek devotion's soul the tribute pays;
+On wings of purity behold it rise,                                   125
+While bending mercy wafts it to the skies!
+
+  Peruvia! oh delightful land; in vain
+The virtues flourish'd on thy beauteous plain;
+In vain sweet pleasure there was seen to move,
+And wore the smile of peace, the bloom of love;                      130
+For soon shall burst the unrelenting storm,
+Rend her soft robe, and crush her tender form:
+Peruvia! soon the fatal hour shall rise,
+The hour despair shall waste in tears and sighs;
+Fame shall record the horrors of thy fate,                           135
+And distant ages weep for ills so great.
+
+  Now o'er the deep chill night her mantle flung,
+Dim on the wave the moon's faint crescent hung;
+Peruvia's Genius sought the liquid plain,
+Sooth'd by the languid murmurs of the main;                          140
+When sudden clamour the illusion broke,
+Wild on the surface of the deep it spoke;
+A rising breeze expands her flowing veil,
+Aghast with fear, she spy'd a flying sail--
+The lofty mast impends, the banner waves,                            145
+The ruffled surge th' incumbent vessel laves;
+With eager eye he views her destin'd foe
+Lead to her peaceful shores th' advent'rous prow;
+Trembling she knelt, with wild disorder'd air,
+And pour'd with frantic energy her pray'r--                          150
+"Oh, ye avenging spirits of the deep!
+"Mount the blue lightning's wing, o'er ocean sweep;
+"Loud from your central caves the shell resound,
+"That summons death to your abyss profound;
+"Call the pale spectre from his dark abode,                          155
+"To print the billow, swell the black'ning flood,
+"Rush o'er the waves, the rough'ning deep deform,
+"Howl in the blast, and animate the storm--
+"Relentless powers! for not one quiv'ring breeze
+"Has ruffled yet the surface of the seas--                           160
+"Swift from your rocky steeps, ye condors[E] stray,
+"Wave your black plumes, and cleave th' aerial way;
+"Proud in terrific force, your wings expand,
+"Press the firm earth, and darken all the strand;
+"Bid the stern foe retire with wild affright,                     170[F]
+"And shun the region veil'd in partial night.
+"Vain hope, devoted land! I read thy doom,
+"My sad prophetic soul can pierce the gloom;
+"I see, I see my lov'd, my favour'd clime,
+"Consum'd, and fading in its early prime.                            175
+"But not in vain the beauteous realm shall bleed,
+"Too late shall Europe's race deplore the deed.
+"Region abhorr'd! be gold the tempting bane,
+"The curse that desolates thy hostile plain;
+"May pleasure tinge with venom'd drops the bowl,                     180
+"And luxury unnerve the sick'ning soul."--
+Ah, not in vain she pour'd th' impassion'd tear!
+Ah, not in vain she call'd the powers to hear!
+When borne from lost Peruvia's bleeding land,
+The guilty treasures beam'd on Europe's strand;                      185
+Each sweet affection fled the tainted shore,
+And virtue wander'd, to return no more.
+
+[A] The pacos is a domestic animal of Peru. Its wool resembles the
+    colour of dried roses.
+[B] The vicunnas are a species of wild pacos.
+[C] The lamas are employed as mules, in carrying burdens.
+[D] The people cheerfully assisted in reaping those fields, whose
+    produce was given to old persons, past their labour.
+[E] The condor is an inhabitant of the Andes. Its wings, when expanded,
+    are said to be eighteen feet wide.
+[F Transcriber's note: Misnumbered in original.]
+
+
+
+PERU.
+
+CANTO THE SECOND.
+
+THE ARGUMENT.
+
+Pizarro, _a Spanish Captain, lands with his forces--his meeting with_
+Ataliba--_its unhappy consequences_--Zorai _dies_--Ataliba _imprisoned,
+and strangled_--Alzira's _despair, and madness._
+
+
+PERU.
+
+CANTO THE SECOND.
+
+Flush'd with impatient hope, the martial band
+By stern Pizarro led, approach the land:
+No terrors arm the hostile brow, for guile
+Charms to betray, in Candour's open smile.
+Too artless for distrust, the monarch springs                          5
+To meet his latent foe on friendship's wings:
+On as he moves, with glitt'ring splendours crown'd,
+His feather'd chiefs the golden throne surround;
+The waving canopy its plume displays,
+Whose varied hues reflect the morning rays;                           10
+With native grace he hails the warrior train,
+Who stood majestic on Peruvia's plain,
+In all the savage pomp of armour drest,
+The radiant helmet, and the nodding crest.
+Yet themes of joy Pizarro's lips impart,                              15
+And charm with eloquence the simple heart;
+Unfolding to the monarch's wond'ring thought,
+All that inventive arts the rude have taught:
+And now he bids the purer spirit rise
+Above the circle of surrounding skies;                                20
+Presents the page that shed religion's light
+O'er the dark mist of intellectual night;
+While thrill'd with awe the monarch trembling stands,
+He dropp'd the hallow'd volume from his hands.
+
+  [A]Sudden, while frantic zeal each breast inspires,                 25
+And shudd'ring demons fan the impious fires,
+The bloody signal waves, the banners play,
+The naked sabres flash their streaming ray;
+The martial trumpet's animating sound,
+And thund'ring cannon, rend the vault around;                         30
+While fierce in sanguine rage the sons of Spain
+Rush on Peru's unarm'd, devoted train;
+The fiends of slaughter urg'd their dire career,
+And virtue's guardian spirits dropp'd a tear.--
+Mild Zorai fell, deploring human strife,                              35
+And clos'd with prayer his consecrated life.
+In vain Peruvia's chiefs undaunted stood,
+Shield their lov'd prince, and bathe his robes in blood;
+Touch'd with heroic ardor, rush around,
+And high of soul, receive each fatal wound:                           40
+Dragg'd from his throne, and hurry'd o'er the plain,
+The wretched monarch swells the captive train;
+With iron grasp, the frantic prince they bear,
+And bless the omen of his wild despair.
+
+  Deep in the gloomy dungeon's lone domain,                           45
+Lost Ataliba wore the galling chain;
+The earth's cold bed refus'd oblivious rest,
+While throb'd the pains of thousands at his breast;
+Alzira's desolating moan he hears,
+And with the monarch's, blends the lover's tears--                    50
+Soon had Alzira felt affliction's dart
+Pierce her soft soul, and rend her bleeding heart;
+Its quick pulsations paus'd, and, chill'd with dread,
+A livid hue her fading cheek o'erspread;
+No tear she gave to love, she breath'd no sigh,                       55
+Her lips were mute, and clos'd her languid eye;
+Fainter, and slower heav'd her shiv'ring breast,
+And her calm'd passions seem'd in death to rest!--
+At length reviv'd, mid rising heaps of slain
+She prest with trembling step, the crimson plain;                     60
+The dungeon's gloomy depth she fearless sought,
+For love, with scorn of danger arm'd her thought:
+The cell that holds her captive lord she gains,
+Her tears fall quiv'ring on a lover's chains!
+Too tender spirit, check the filial tear,                             65
+A sympathy more soft, a tie more dear
+Shall claim the drops that frantic passion sheds,
+When the rude storm its darkest pinion spreads.
+Lo! bursting the deep cell where mis'ry lay,
+The human vultures seize the dove-like prey!                          70
+In vain her treasur'd wealth Peruvia gave,
+This dearer treasure from their grasp to save:
+Alzira! lo, the ruthless murd'rers come,
+This moment seals thy Ataliba's doom.
+Ah, what avails the shriek that anguish pours!                        75
+The look, that mercy's lenient aid implores!
+Torn from thy clinging arms, thy throbbing breast,
+The fatal cord his agony supprest:
+In vain the livid corse she fondly clasps,
+And pours her sorrows o'er the form she grasps--                      80
+The murd'rers now their struggling victim tear
+From the lost object of her keen despair:
+The swelling pang unable to sustain,
+Distraction throbb'd in every beating vein:
+Its sudden tumults seize her yielding soul,                           85
+And in her eye distemper'd glances roll--
+"They come! (the mourner cried, with panting breath,)
+"To give the lost Alzira rest in death!
+"One moment more, ye bloody forms, bestow,
+"One moment more for ever cures my woe--                              90
+"Lo where the purple evening sheds her light
+"On blest remains! oh hide them, pitying night!
+"Slow in the breeze I see the verdure wave
+"That shrouds with tufted grass, my lover's grave:
+"There, on its wand'ring wing in mildness blows                       95
+"The mournful gale, nor wakes his deep repose--
+"And see, yon hoary form still lingers there!
+"Dishevell'd by rude winds his silver hair;
+"O'er his chill'd bosom falls the winter's rain,
+"I feel the big drops on my wither'd brain:                          100
+"Not for himself that tear his bosom steeps,
+"For his lost child it flows, for me he weeps!
+"No more the dagger's point shall pierce thy breast,
+"For calm and lovely is thy silent rest;
+"Yet still in dust these eyes shall see thee roll,                   105
+"Still the sad thought shall waste Alzira's soul--
+"What bleeding phantom moves along the storm?
+"It is--it is my lover's well-known form!
+"Tho' the dim moon is veil'd, his robes of light
+"Tinge the dark clouds, and gild the mist of night:                  110
+"Approach! Alzira's breast no terrors move,
+"Her fears are all for ever lost in love!
+"Safe on the hanging cliff I now can rest,
+"And press its pointed pillow to my breast--
+"He weeps! in heav'n he weeps! I feel his tear--                     115
+"It chills my trembling heart, yet still 'tis dear--
+"To him all joyless are the realms above,
+"That pale look speaks of pity, and of love!
+"My love ascends! he soars in azure light;
+"Stay tender spirit--cruel! stay thy flight--                        120
+"Again descend in yonder rolling cloud,
+"And veil Alzira in thy misty shroud--
+"He comes! my love has plac'd the dagger near,
+"And on its hallow'd point has dropp'd a tear"--
+As roll'd her wand'ring glances wide around                          125
+She snatch'd a reeking sabre from the ground;
+Firmly her lifted hand the weapon press'd,
+And deep she plung'd it in her panting breast:
+"'Tis but a few short moments that divide
+"Alzira from her love!"--she said--and died.                         130
+
+[A] "Sudden, while frantic zeal, &c." PIZARRO, who during a long
+    conference, had with difficulty restrained his soldiers, eager to
+    seize the rich spoils of which they had now so near a view,
+    immediately gave the signal of assault. At once the martial music
+    struck up, the cannon and muskets began to fire, the horse sallied
+    out fiercely to the charge, the infantry rushed on sword in hand.
+    The Peruvians, astonished at the suddenness of an attack which they
+    did not expect, and dismayed with the destructive effects of the
+    fire-arms, fled with universal consternation on every side. PIZARRO,
+    at the head of his chosen band, advanced directly towards the Inca;
+    and though his Nobles crowded around him with officious zeal, and
+    fell in numbers at his feet, while they vied one with another in
+    sacrificing their own lives, that they might cover the sacred person
+    of their Sovereign, the Spaniards soon penetrated to the royal seat;
+    and PIZARRO seizing the Inca by the arm, dragged him to the ground,
+    and carried him a prisoner to his quarters.--_Robertson's History
+    of America_.
+
+
+
+PERU.
+
+CANTO THE THIRD.
+
+THE ARGUMENT.
+
+Pizarro _takes possession of Cuzco--the fanaticism of_ Valverde, _a
+Spanish priest--its dreadful effects--A Peruvian priest put to the
+torture--his daughter's distress--he is rescued by_ Las Casas, _an
+amiable Spanish ecclesiastic, and led to a place of safety, where he
+dies--his daughter's narration of her sufferings--her death._
+
+
+PERU.
+
+CANTO THE THIRD.
+
+Now stern Pizarro seeks the distant plains,
+Where beauteous Cusco lifts her golden fanes:
+The meek Peruvians gaz'd in pale dismay,
+Nor barr'd the dark oppressor's sanguine way:
+And soon on Cusco, where the dawning light                             5
+Of glory shone, foretelling day more bright,
+Where the young arts had shed unfolding flowers,
+A scene of spreading desolation lowers;
+While buried deep in everlasting shade,
+Those lustres sicken, and those blossoms fade.                        10
+And yet, devoted land, not gold alone,
+Or wild ambition wak'd thy parting groan;
+For, lo! a fiercer fiend, with joy elate,
+Feasts on thy suff'rings, and impels thy fate.
+Fanatic fury rears her sullen shrine,                                 15
+Where vultures prey, where venom'd adders twine;
+Her savage arm with purple torrents stains
+Thy rocking temples, and thy falling fanes;
+Her blazing torches flash the mounting fire,
+She grasps the sabre, and she lights the pyre;                        20
+Her voice is thunder, rending the still air,
+Her glance the livid light'ning's fatal glare;
+Her lips unhallow'd breathe their impious strain,
+And pure religion's sacred voice profane;
+Whose precepts, pity's mildest deeds approve,                         25
+Whose law is mercy, and whose soul is love.
+Fanatic fury wakes the rising storm--
+She wears the stern Valverda's hideous form;
+His bosom never felt another's woes,
+No shriek of anguish breaks its dark repose.                          30
+The temple nods--an aged form appears--
+He beats his breast--he rends his silver hairs--
+Valverda drags him from the blest abode
+Where his meek spirit humbly sought its God:
+See, to his aid his child, soft Zilia, springs,                       35
+And steeps in tears the robe to which she clings,
+Till bursting from Peruvia's frighted throng,
+Two warlike youths impetuous rush'd along;
+One, grasp'd his twanging bow with furious air,
+While in his troubled eye sat fierce despair.                         40
+But all in vain his erring weapon flies,
+Pierc'd by a thousand wounds, on earth he lies.
+His drooping head the heart-struck Zilia rais'd,
+And on the youth in speechless anguish gaz'd;
+While he, who fondly shar'd his danger, flew,                         45
+And from his breast a reeking sabre drew.
+"Deep in my faithful bosom let me hide
+"The fatal steel, that would our souls divide,"
+He quick exclaims--the dying warrior cries,
+"Ah, yet forbear!--by all the sacred ties,                            50
+"That bind our hearts, forbear"--In vain he spoke,
+Friendship with frantic zeal impels the stroke:
+"Thyself for ever lost, thou hop'st in vain,
+"The youth replied, my spirit to detain;
+"From thee, my soul, in childhood's earliest year,                    55
+"Caught the light pleasure, and the starting tear;
+"Thy friendship then my young affections blest,
+"The first pure passion of my infant breast;
+"That passion, which o'er life delight has shed,
+"By reason cherish'd, and by virtue fed:                              60
+"And still in death I feel its strong controul;
+"Its sacred impulse wings my fleeting soul,
+"That only lingers here till thou depart,
+"Whose image lives upon my fainting heart."--
+In vain the gen'rous youth, with panting breath,                      65
+Pour'd these lost murmurs in the ear of death;
+He reads the fatal truth in _Zilia's_ eye,
+And gives to friendship his expiring sigh.--
+But now with rage Valverda's glances roll,
+And mark the vengeance rankling in his soul:                          70
+He bends his wrinkled brow--his lips impart
+The brooding purpose of his venom'd heart;
+He bids the hoary priest in mutter'd strains,
+Abjure his faith, forsake his falling fanes,
+While yet the ling'ring pangs of torture wait,                        75
+While yet _Valverda's_ power suspends his fate.
+"Vain man, the victim cried, to hoary years
+"Know death is mild, and virtue feels no fears:
+"Cruel of spirit, come! let tortures prove
+"The Power I serv'd in life, in death I love."--                      80
+He ceas'd--with rugged cords his limbs they bound,
+And drag the aged suff'rer on the ground;
+They grasp his feeble form, his tresses tear,
+His robe they rend, his shrivell'd bosom bare.
+Ah, see his uncomplaining soul sustain                                85
+The sting of insult, and the dart of pain;
+His stedfast spirit feels one pang alone;
+A child's despair awakes one suff'ring groan--
+The mourner kneels to catch his parting breath,
+To sooth the agony of ling'ring death;                                90
+No moan she breath'd, no tear had power to flow,
+Still on her lip expir'd th' unutter'd woe:
+Yet ah, her livid cheek, her stedfast look,
+The desolated soul's deep anguish spoke--
+Mild victim! close not yet thy languid eyes;                          95
+Pure spirit! claim not yet thy kindred skies;
+A pitying angel comes to stay thy flight,
+_Las Casas_[A] bids thee view returning light:
+Ah, let that sacred drop to virtue dear,
+Efface thy wrongs--receive his precious tear;                        100
+See his flush'd cheek with indignation glow,
+While from his lips the tones of pity flow.
+"Oh suff'ring Lord! he cried, whose streaming blood
+"Was pour'd for man--Earth drank the sacred flood--
+"Whose mercy in the mortal pang forgave                              105
+"The murd'rous band, thy love alone could save;
+"Forgive--thy goodness bursts each narrow bound,
+"Which feeble thought, and human hope surround;
+"Forgive the guilty wretch, whose impious hand
+"From thy pure altar flings the flaming brand,                       110
+"In human blood that hallow'd altar steeps,
+"Libation dire! while groaning nature weeps--
+"The limits of thy mercy dares to scan,
+"The object of thy love, his victim,--Man;
+"While yet I linger, lo, the suff'rer dies--                         115
+"I see his frame convuls'd--I hear his sighs--
+"Whoe'er controuls the purpose of my heart
+"First in this breast shall plunge his guilty dart:"
+With anxious step he flew, with eager hands
+He broke the fetters, burst the cruel bands.                         120
+As the fall'n angel heard with awful fear
+The cherub's grave rebuke, in grace severe,
+And fled, while horror plum'd his impious crest[B],
+The form of virtue, as she stood confest;
+So fierce Valverda sullen mov'd along,                               125
+Abash'd, and follow'd by the guilty throng.
+At length the hoary victim, freed from chains,
+Las Casas gently leads to safer plains;
+Soft Zilia's yielding soul the joy opprest,
+She bath'd with floods of tears her father's breast.                 130
+Las Casas now explores a secret cave
+Whose shaggy sides the languid billows lave;
+"There rest secure, he cried, the Christian God
+"Will hover near, will guard the lone abode."
+Oft to the gloomy cell his steps repair,                             135
+While night's chill breezes wave his silver'd hair;
+Oft in the tones of love, the words of peace,
+He bids the bitter tears of anguish cease;
+Bids drooping hope uplift her languid eyes,
+And points a dearer bliss beyond the skies.                          140
+Yet ah, in vain his pious cares would save
+The hoary suff'rer from the op'ning grave;
+For deep the pangs of torture pierc'd his frame,
+And sunk his wasted life's expiring flame;
+To his cold lip Las Casa's hand he prest,                            145
+He faintly clasp'd his Zilia to his breast;
+Then cried, "the God, whom now my vows adore,
+"My heart thro' life obey'd, unknowing more;
+"His mild forgiveness then my soul shall prove,
+"His mercy share--Las Casa's God, is Love!"                          150
+He spoke no more--his Zilia's frantic moan
+Was heard responsive to his dying groan.
+"Victim of impious zeal, Las Casas cries,
+"Accept departed shade, a Christian's sighs;
+"And thou, soft mourner, tender, drooping form,                      155
+"What power shall guard thee from the fearful storm?
+"Weep not for me, she cried, for Zilia's breast
+"Soon in the shelt'ring earth shall find its rest.
+"Hope not the victim of despair to save,
+"I ask but death--I only seek a grave--                              160
+"Witness thou mangled form that earth retains,
+"Witness a murder'd lover's cold remains.
+"I liv'd my father's pangs to sooth, to share;
+"I bore to live, tho' life was all despair--
+"In vain my lover, urg'd by fond desire                              165
+"To shield from torture, and from death my sire,
+"Flew to the fane where stern Valverda rag'd,
+"And fearless, with unequal force engag'd;
+"I saw him bleeding, dying press the ground,
+"I drew the poison from each fatal wound;                            170
+"I bath'd those wounds with tears--he pour'd a sigh--
+"A drop hung trembling in his closing eye--
+"Ah, still his mournful sign I shiv'ring hear,
+"In every pulse I feel his parting tear--
+"I faint--an icy coldness chills each vein,                          175
+"No more these feeble limbs their load sustain:
+"Spirit of pity! catch my fleeting breath,
+"A moment stay--and close my eyes in death--
+"_Las Casas_, thee, thy God in mercy gave
+"To sooth my pangs--to find the wretch a grave."--                   180
+She ceas'd--her spirit fled to purer spheres--
+_Las Casas_ bathes the pallid corse with tears--
+Fly, minister of good! nor ling'ring shed
+Those fruitless sorrows o'er the unconscious dead;
+Ah fly--'tis innocence, 'tis virtue bleeds,                          185
+And heav'n will listen, when an angel pleads;
+I view the sanguine flood, the wasting flame,
+I hear a suff'ring world _Las Casas_ claim!                          188
+
+[A] LAS CASAS, &c. that amiable Ecclesiastic, who obtained by his
+    humanity the title of Protector of the Indies.
+
+[B]  --On his crest
+    Sat horror plum'd.
+                _Par. Lost_, iv. 988.
+
+
+
+PERU.
+
+CANTO THE FOURTH.
+
+THE ARGUMENT.
+
+Almagro's _expedition to Chili--his troops suffer great hardships from
+cold, in crossing the Andes--they reach Chili--the Chilese make a brave
+resistance--the revolt of the Peruvians in Cuzco--they are led on by_
+Manco-Capac, _the successor of_ Ataliba--_his parting with_ Cora, _his
+wife--the Peruvians regain half their city_--Almagro _leaves Chili--to
+avoid the Andes, he crosses a vast desert--his troops can find no water
+--the rest divide in two bands_--Alphonso _leads the second band, which
+soon reaches a fertile valley--the Spaniards observe the natives are
+employed in searching the streams for gold--they resolve to attack
+them._
+
+
+PERU.
+
+CANTO THE FOURTH.
+
+Now the stern partner of Pizarro's toils,
+Almagro, lur'd by hope of golden spoils,
+To distant Chili's ever-verdant meads,
+Thro' paths untrod, a band of warriors leads;
+O'er the high Andes' frozen steeps they go,                            5
+And wander mid' eternal hills of snow:
+In vain the vivifying orb of day
+Darts on th' impervious ice his fervent ray;
+Cold, keen as chains the oceans of the Pole,
+Numbs the shrunk frame, and chills the vig'rous soul--                10
+At length they reach luxuriant _Chili's_ plain,
+Where ends the dreary bound of winter's reign;
+Where spring sheds odours thro' th' unvaried year,
+And bathes the flower of summer, with her tear.
+
+  When first the brave _Chilese_, with eager glance,                  15
+Behold the hostile sons of Spain advance;
+Heard the loud thunder of the cannon crash,
+And view'd the light'ning of the instant flash,
+The threat'ning sabre red with purple streams,
+The lance that quiver'd in the solar beams;                           20
+With pale surprise they saw the lowring storm,
+Where hung dark danger, in an unknown form:
+But soon their spirits, stung with gen'rous shame,
+Renounce each terror, and for vengeance flame;
+Pant high with sacred freedom's ardent glow,                          25
+And met intrepid, the superiour foe.
+Long unsubdu'd by stern Almagro's train,
+Their valiant tribes unequal fight maintain;
+Long victory hover'd doubtful o'er the field,
+And oft she forc'd Iberia's band to yield;                            30
+Oft tore from Spain's proud head her laurel bough,
+And bade it blossom on Peruvia's brow;
+When sudden tidings reach'd Almagro's ear
+That shook the warrior's soul with doubt and fear.
+
+  Of murder'd Ataliba's royal race                                    35
+There yet remain'd a youth of blooming grace,
+Who pin'd, the captive of relentless Spain,
+And long in Cusco dragg'd her galling chain;
+_Capac_ his name, whose soul indignant bears
+The rankling fetters, and revenge prepares.                           40
+But since his daring spirit must forego
+The hope to rush upon the tyrant foe,
+Led by his parent orb, that gives the day,
+And fierce as darts the keen, meridian ray,
+He vows to bend unseen his hostile course,                            45
+Then on the victors rise with latent force,
+As sudden from its cloud the brooding storm,
+Bursts in the thunder's voice, the lightning's form--
+For this, from stern Pizarro he obtains
+The boon, enlarg'd, to seek the neighb'ring plains,                   50
+For one bless'd day, and with his friends unite
+To crown with solemn pomp an ancient rite;
+Share the dear pleasures of the social hour,
+And mid' their fetters twine one festal flower.
+So spoke the Prince--far other thoughts possest,                      55
+Far other purpose animates his breast:
+For now Peruvia's nobles he commands
+To lead, with silent step, her martial bands
+Forth to the destin'd spot, prepar'd to dare
+The fiercest shock of dire, unequal war;                              60
+While every tender, human interest pleads,
+And urges the firm soul to lofty deeds.
+Now Capac hail'd th' eventful morning's light,
+Rose with its dawn, and panted for the fight;
+But first with fondness to his heart he prest                         65
+The tender Cora, partner of his breast;
+Who with her lord, had sought the dungeon's gloom,
+And wasted there in grief, her early bloom.
+"No more, he cried, no more my love shall feel
+"The mingled agonies I fly to heal;                                   70
+"I go, but soon exulting shall return,
+"And bid my faithful Cora cease to mourn:
+"For oh, amid' each pang my bosom knows,
+"What wastes, what wounds it most, are Cora's woes.
+"Sweet was the love that crown'd our happier hours,                   75
+"And shed new fragrance o'er a path of flowers;
+"But sure divided sorrow more endears
+"The tie, that passion seals with mutual tears"--
+He paus'd--fast-flowing drops bedew'd her eyes,
+While thus in mournful accents she replies:                           80
+"Still let me feel the pressure of thy chain,
+"Still share the fetters which my love detain;
+"Those piercing irons to my soul are dear,
+"Nor will their sharpness wound while thou art near.
+"Oh think not, when in thee alone I live,                             85
+"This breast can bear the pain thy dangers give,
+"Look on our helpless babe in mis'ry nurst--
+"My child--my child, thy mother's heart will burst!
+"Methinks I see the raging battle rise,
+"And hear this harmless suff'rer's feeble cries;                      90
+"I view the blades that pour a sanguine flood,
+"And plunge their cruel edge in infant blood."--
+She could no more; her falt'ring accents die,
+Yet her soul spoke expressive in her eye;
+Her lord beholds her grief, with tender pain,                         95
+And leads her breathless, to a shelt'ring fane.
+Now high in air his feather'd standard waves,
+And soon from shrouding woods, and hollow caves,
+A num'rous host along the plain appear,
+And hail their monarch with a gen'rous tear:                         100
+To Cusco's gate now rush th' increasing throngs,
+And such their ardor, rouz'd by sense of wrongs,
+That vainly would Pizarro's vet'ran force
+Arrest the torrent in its raging course;
+In vain his murd'ring bands terrific stood,                          105
+And plung'd their sabres in a sea of blood;
+Danger and death Peruvia's sons disdain,
+And half their captive city soon regain.
+With such pure joy the natives view their lord
+To the warm wishes of their souls restor'd,                          110
+As feels the tender child whom force had torn
+From his lov'd home, and bruis'd the flower of morn,
+When his fond searching eye again beholds
+His mother's form, when in her arms she folds
+The long lost child, who bathes with tears her face,
+And finds his safety in her dear embrace.--
+
+  Soon as Almagro heard applauding fame                              115
+The triumphs of Peruvia, loud proclaim,
+Unconquer'd Chili's vale he swift forsakes,
+And his bold course to distant Cusco takes;
+Shuns Andes' icy shower, its chilling snows,
+The arrowy gale that on its summit blows;                            120
+A burning desart undismay'd he past,
+And meets the ardours of the fiery blast.
+Now as along the sultry waste they move,
+The keenest pang of raging thirst they prove:
+No cooling fruit its grateful juice distils,                         125
+Nor flows one balmy drop from crystal rills;
+For nature sickens in th' oppressive beam,
+That shrinks the vernal bud, and dries the stream;
+While horror, as his giant stature grows,
+O'er the drear void his spreading shadow throws.                     130
+
+  Almagro's band now pale, and fainting stray,
+While death oft barr'd the sinking warrior's way:
+At length the chief divides his martial force,
+And bids Alphonso, by a sep'rate course,
+Lead o'er the hideous desart half his train--                        135
+"And search, he cried, this drear, uncultur'd plain:
+"Perchance some fruitage withering in the breeze,
+"The pains of lessen'd numbers may appease;
+"Or Heav'n in pity, from some genial shower,
+"On the parch'd lip one precious drop may pour."                     140
+
+  Not far the troops of young Alphonso went,
+When sudden, from a rising hill's ascent,
+They view a valley, fed by fertile springs,
+Which Andes from his lofty summit flings;
+Where summer's flowers their mingled odours shed,                    145
+And wildly bloom, a waste by beauty spread--
+To the charm'd warrior's eye, the vernal scene
+That 'mid the howling desart, smil'd serene,
+Appear'd like nature rising from the breast
+Of chaos, in her infant graces drest;                                150
+When warbling angels hail'd the lovely birth,
+And stoop'd from heav'n to bless the new-born earth.
+
+  And now Alphonso, and his martial band,
+On the rich border of the valley stand;
+They quaff the limpid stream with eager haste,                       155
+And the pure juice that swells the fruitage taste;
+Then give to balmy rest the night's still hours,
+Fann'd by the sighing gale that shuts the flowers.
+Soon as the purple beam of morning glows,
+Refresh'd from all their toils, the warriors rose;                   160
+And saw the gentle natives of the mead
+Search the clear currents for the golden seed;
+Which from the mountain's height with headlong sweep
+The torrents bear, in many a shining heap--
+Iberia's sons beheld with anxious brow                               165
+The tempting lure, then breathe th' unpitying vow
+O'er those fair lawns to pour a sanguine flood,
+And dye those lucid streams with waves of blood.
+Thus, while the humming bird in beauty drest,
+Enchanting offspring of the ardent West,                             170
+Attunes his soothing song to notes of love,
+Mild as the murmurs of the mourning dove;
+While his soft plumage glows with brighter hues,
+And while with tender bill he sips the dews,
+The savage Condor, on terrific wings,                                175
+From Andes' frozen steep relentless springs;
+And quiv'ring in his fangs, his hapless prey
+Drops his gay plume, and sighs his soul away.                        178
+
+
+
+PERU.
+
+CANTO THE FIFTH.
+
+THE ARGUMENT.
+
+_Character of_ Zamor, _a Bard--his passion for_ Aciloe, _daughter of the
+Cazique who rules the valley--the Peruvian tribe prepare to defend
+themselves--a battle--the Peruvians are vanquished_--Aciloe's _father is
+made a prisoner, and_ Zamor _is supposed to have fallen in the
+engagement_--Alphonso _becomes enamoured of_ Aciloe--_offers to marry
+her; she rejects him--in revenge he puts her father to the torture--she
+appears to consent, in order to save him--meets_ Zamor _in a wood_--Las
+Casas _joins them--leads the two lovers to_ Alphonso, _and obtains their
+freedom_--Zamor _conducts_ Aciloe _and her father to Chili--a reflection
+on the influence of Poetry over the human mind._
+
+
+PERU.
+
+CANTO THE FIFTH.
+
+In this sweet scene, to all the virtues kind,
+Mild Zamor own'd the richest gifts of mind;
+For o'er his tuneful breast the heav'nly muse
+Shed from her sacred spring, inspiring dews.
+She loves to breathe her hallow'd flame, where art                     5
+Has never veil'd the soul, or warp'd the heart;
+Where fancy glows with all her native fire,
+And passion lives on the exulting lyre.
+Nature, in terror rob'd, or beauty drest,
+Could thrill with dear enchantment Zamor's breast:                    10
+He lov'd the languid sigh the zephyr pours,
+He lov'd the murm'ring rill that fed the flow'rs;
+But more the hollow sound the wild winds form,
+When black upon the billow hangs the storm;
+The torrent rolling from the mountain steep,                          15
+Its white foam trembling on the darken'd deep--
+And oft on Andes' height with eager gaze,
+He view'd the sinking sun's reflected rays,
+Glow like unnumber'd stars, that seem to rest
+Sublime, upon his ice-encircled breast.                               20
+Oft his wild warblings charm'd the festal hour,
+Rose in the vale, and languish'd in the bower;
+The heart's responsive tones he well could move,
+Whose song was nature, and whose theme was love.
+
+  Aciloe's beauties his fond eye confest,                             25
+Yet more Aciloe's virtues warm'd his breast.
+Ah stay, ye tender hours of young delight,
+Suspend ye moments your impatient flight;
+For sure if aught on earth can bliss impart,
+Can shed the genuine joy that sooths the heart,                       30
+'Tis felt, when early passion's pure controul
+Unfolds the first affections of the soul;
+Bids her soft sympathies the bosom move,
+And wakes the mild emotions dear to love.
+
+  The gentle tribe Aciloe's sire obey'd                               35
+Who still in wisdom, and in mercy sway'd.
+From him the dear illusions long had fled,
+That o'er the morn of life enchantment shed;
+Yet virtue's calm reflections cheer'd his breast,
+And life was joy serene, and death was rest.                          40
+Tho' sweet the early spring, her blossoms bright,
+When first she swells the heart with pure delight,
+Yet not unlovely is the sober ray
+That meekly beams o'er autumn's temper'd day;
+Dear are her fading beauties to the soul,                             45
+While scarce perceiv'd the deep'ning shadows roll.
+
+  Now the charm'd lovers dress their future years
+In forms of joy, then weep delicious tears,
+Expressive on the glowing cheek that hung,
+And spoke the fine emotions whence they sprung--                      50
+'Twas truth's warm energy, love's sweet controul,
+'Twas all that virtue whispers to the soul.
+When lo, Iberia's ruthless sons advance,
+Roll the stern eye, and shake the pointed lance:
+Oh Nature! the destroying band oppose,                                55
+Nature, arrest their course--they come thy foes--
+Benignant power, where thou with lib'ral care
+Hast planted joy, they come to plant despair--
+Peruvia's tribe beheld the hostile throng
+With desolating fury pour along;                                      60
+With horror their ensanguin'd path they trac'd,
+And now to meet the murd'ring band they haste;
+The hoary chief to the dire conflict leads
+His death devoted train--the battle bleeds.
+
+Aciloe's searching eye can now no more                                65
+The form of Zamor, or her sire explore;
+She hears the moan of death in every gale,
+She sees a purple torrent stain the vale;
+While destin'd all the bitterness to prove
+Of mourning duty, and of bleeding love,                               70
+Each name that's dearest wakes her bursting sigh,
+Throbs at her soul, and trembles in her eye.
+Now, pierc'd by wounds, and breathless from the fight,
+Her friend, the valiant Omar, struck her sight:
+"Omar (she cried) you bleed, unhappy youth,                           75
+"And sure that look unfolds some fatal truth:
+"Speak, pitying speak, my frantic fears forgive,
+"Say, does my father, does my Zamor live?"
+"All, all is lost, (the dying Omar said)
+"And endless griefs are thine, dear wretched maid;                    80
+"I saw thy aged sire a captive bound,
+"I saw thy Zamor press the crimson ground"--
+He could no more, he yields his fleeting breath,
+While all in vain she seeks repose in death.
+But, oh, how far each other pang above                                85
+Throbs the wild agony of hopeless love;
+That grief, for which in vain shall comfort shed
+Her healing balm, or time in pity spread
+The veil, that throws a shade o'er other care;
+For here, and here alone, profound despair                            90
+Casts o'er the suff'ring soul a lasting gloom,
+And slowly leads her victim to the tomb.
+
+Now rude tumultuous sounds assail her ear,
+And soon Alphonso's victor train appear:
+Then, as with ling'ring step he mov'd along,                          95
+She saw her father mid' the captive throng;
+She saw with dire dismay, she wildly flew,
+Her snowy arms around his form she threw:
+"He bleeds (she cries) I hear his moan of pain,
+"My father will not bear the galling chain;                          100
+"My tender father will his child forsake,
+"His mourning child, but soon her heart will break.
+"Cruel Alphonso, let not helpless age
+"Feel thy hard yoke, and meet thy barb'rous rage;
+"Or, oh, if ever mercy mov'd thy soul,                               105
+"If ever thou hast felt her blest controul,
+"Grant my sad heart's desire, and let me share
+"The load, that feeble frame but ill can bear."
+
+While the young victor, as she falt'ring spoke,
+With fix'd attention, and with ardent look,                          110
+Hung on her tender glance, that love inspires,
+The rage of conquest yields to milder fires.
+Yet, as he gaz'd enraptur'd on her form,
+Her virtues awe the heart her beauties warm;
+And, while impassion'd tones his love reveal,                        115
+He asks with holy rites his vows to seal--
+"Hop'st thou, she cried, those sacred ties shall join
+"This bleeding heart, this trembling hand to thine?
+"To thine, whose ruthless heart has caus'd my pains,
+"Whose barb'rous hands the blood of Zamor stains!                    120
+"Can'st thou--the murd'rer of my peace, controul
+"The grief that swells, the pang that rends my soul?
+"That pang shall death, shall death alone remove,
+"And cure the anguish of despairing love."
+
+  In vain th' enamour'd youth essay'd each art                       125
+To calm her sorrows, and to sooth her heart;
+While, in the range of thought, her tender breast
+Could find no hope, on which her griefs might rest,
+While her soft soul, which Zamor's image fills,
+Shrinks from the cruel author of its ills.                           130
+At length to madness stung by fix'd disdain,
+The victor gives to rage the fiery rein;
+And bids her sorrows flow from that fond source
+Where strong affection feels their keenest force,
+Whose breast, when most it suffers, only heeds                       135
+The sharper pangs by which another bleeds:
+For now his cruel mandate doom'd her sire
+Stretch'd on the bed of torture, to expire;
+Bound on the rack, unmov'd the victim lies,
+Stifling in agony weak nature's sighs.                               140
+But oh, what form of language can impart
+The frantic grief that wrung Aciloe's heart,
+When to the height of hopeless sorrow wrought,
+The fainting spirit feels a pang of thought,
+Which never painted in the hues of speech,                           145
+Lives at the soul, and mocks expression's reach!
+At length she trembling cried, "the conflict's o'er,
+"My heart, my breaking heart can bear no more--
+"Yet spare his feeble age--my vows receive,
+"And oh, in mercy, bid my father live!"--                            150
+"Wilt them be mine?" the enamour'd chief replies,
+"Yes, cruel! see, he dies, my father dies--
+"Save, save, my father"--"Dear, angelic maid,
+"The charm'd Alphonso cried, be swift obey'd:
+"Unbind his chains--Ah, calm each anxious Pain,                      155
+"Aciloe's voice no more shall plead in vain;
+"Plac'd near his child, thy aged sire shall share
+"Our joys still cherish'd by thy tender care"--
+"No more (she cried) will fate that bliss allow,
+"Before my lips shall breathe the nuptial vow,                       160
+"Some faithful guide shall lead his aged feet,
+"To distant scenes that yield a safe retreat;
+"Where some soft heart, some gentle hand, will shed
+"The drops of comfort on his hoary head:
+"My Zamor, if thy spirit trembles near,                              165
+"Forgive!"--she ceas'd, and pour'd her hopeless tear.
+
+  Now night descends, and steeps each weary breast,
+Save sad Aciloe's, in the balm of rest.
+Her aged father's beauteous dwelling stood
+Near the cool shelter of a waving wood:                              170
+But now the gales that bend its foliage die,
+Soft on the silver turf its shadows lie;
+While, slowly wand'ring o'er the scene below,
+The gazing moon look'd pale as silent woe.
+The sacred shade, amid whose fragrant bowers                         175
+Zamor oft sooth'd with song the evening hours,
+Pour'd to the lunar orb, his magic lay,
+More mild, more pensive than her musing ray,
+That shade with trembling step, the mourner sought,
+And thus she breath'd her tender, plaintive thought.                 180
+"Ah where, dear object of these piercing pains,
+"Where rests thy murder'd form, thy lov'd remains?
+"On what sad spot, my Zamor, flow'd the wound
+"That purpled with thy streaming blood the ground?
+"Oh had Aciloe in that hour been nigh,                               185
+"Had'st thou but fix'd on me thy closing eye;
+"Told with faint voice, 'twas death's worst pang to part,
+"And dropp'd thy last, cold tear upon my heart!
+"A pang less bitter then would waste this breast,
+"That in the grave alone shall seek its rest.                        190
+"Soon as some friendly hand, in mercy leads
+"My aged father, safe to Chili's meads;
+"Death shall for ever, seal the nuptial tie,
+"The heart belov'd by thee is fix'd to die."
+She ceas'd, when dimly thro' a flood of tears                        195
+She sees her Zamor's form, his voice she hears.--
+"'Tis he, she cried, he moves upon the gale,
+"My Zamor's sigh is deep--his look is pale--
+"I faint"--his arms receive her sinking frame,
+He calls his love by every tender name,                              200
+He stays her fleeting spirit--life anew
+Warms her cold cheek--his tears her cheek bedew--
+"Thy Zamor lives, he cried: as on the ground
+"I senseless lay, some child of pity bound
+"My bleeding wounds, and bore me from the plain--                    205
+"But thou art lost, and I have liv'd in vain."
+"Forgive, she cried, in accents of despair,
+"Zamor forgive thy wrongs, and oh forbear
+"The mild reproach that fills thy mournful eye,
+"The tear that wets thy cheek--I mean to die!                        210
+"Could I behold my aged sire endure
+"The pains his wretched child had power to cure?
+"Still, still my father, stretch'd in death, I see,
+"His grey locks trembling, as he gaz'd on me:
+"My Zamor, soft--breathe not so loud a sigh--                        215
+"Some list'ning foe may pityless deny
+"This parting hour--hark, sure some step I hear,
+"Zamor again is lost--for now 'tis near"--
+She paus'd, when sudden from the shelt'ring wood
+A venerable form before them stood:                                  220
+"Fear not, soft maid, he cry'd, nor think I come
+"To seal with deeper miseries thy doom;
+"To bruise the breaking heart that sorrow rends,
+"Ah not for this Las Casas hither bends--
+"He comes to bid those rising sorrows cease,                         225
+"To pour upon thy wounds the balm of peace.
+"I rov'd with dire Almagro's ruthless train
+"Thro' scenes of death, to Chili's verdant plain;
+"Their wish, to bathe that verdant plain in gore,
+"Then from its bosom drag the golden ore;                            230
+"But mine, to check the stream of human blood,
+"Or mingle drops of anguish with the flood.
+"When from those fair unconquer'd vales they fled,
+"This frame was stretch'd upon the languid bed
+"Of pale disease: when helpless, and alone,                          235
+"The Chilese spy'd their friend, the murd'rers gone,
+"With eager fondness round my couch they drew,
+"And my cold hand with gushing tears bedew;
+"By day, they sooth my pains with sweet delight,
+"And give to watchings the chill hours of night;                     240
+"For me their tender spirits joy to prove
+"The cares of pity, and the toils of love.
+"Soon as I heard, that o'er this gentle scene,
+"Where peace and virtue mingled smile serene,
+"The foe, like clouds that fold the tempest, hung,                   245
+"I hither flew, my breast with anguish wrung.
+"A Chilese band the pathless desert trac'd,
+"And softly bore me o'er its dreary waste;
+"Then parting, at my feet they bend, and clasp
+"These aged knees--my soul yet feels their grasp.                    250
+"Now o'er the vale with painful step I stray'd,
+"And reach'd the shelt'ring grove: there, hapless maid,
+"My list'ning ear has caught thy piercing wail,
+"My heart has trembled to thy moving tale."--
+"And art thou he! the mournful pair exclaim,                         255
+"How dear to mis'ry's soul, Las Casas' name!
+"Spirit benign, who every grief can share,
+"Whose pity stoops to make the wretch its care;
+"Weep not for us--in vain thy tear shall flow
+"For hopeless anguish, and distracting woe"--                        260
+"They ceas'd; in accents mild, the saint returns,
+"Yet let me sooth the pains my bosom mourns:
+"Come, gentle suff'rers, follow to yon fane,
+"Where rests Alphonso, with his victor train;
+"My voice shall urge his soul to gen'rous deeds,                     265
+"And bid him hear, when truth, and nature pleads."
+While in soft tones, Las Casas thus exprest
+His pious purpose, o'er Aciloe's breast
+A dawning ray of cheering comfort streams,
+But faint the hope that on her spirit beams;                         270
+Faint, as when ebbing life must soon depart,
+The pulse that trembles, while it warms the heart.
+
+  Before Alphonso now the lovers stand;
+The aged suff'rer join'd the mournful band;
+While with the look that guardian seraphs wear,                      275
+When sent to calm the throbs of mortal care,
+The story of their woes Las Casas told,
+Then cry'd, "the wretched Zamor here behold--
+"Hop'st thou, fond man, a passion to controul
+"Fix'd in the breast, and woven in the soul?                         280
+"But know, mistaken youth, thy power in vain
+"Would bind thy victim in the nuptial chain:
+"That faithful heart will rend the galling tie,
+"That heart will break, that tender form will die--
+"Then by each sacred name to nature dear,                            285
+"By her strong shriek, her agonizing tear;
+"By every horror bleeding passion knows,
+"By the wild glance that speaks her frantic woes;
+"By all the wasting pangs that rend her breast,
+"By the deep groan that gives her spirit rest!                       290
+"Let mercy's pleading voice thy bosom move,
+"And fear to burst the bonds of plighted love"--
+He paus'd--now Zamor's moan Alphonso hears,
+Now sees the cheek of age bedew'd with tears:
+Palid, and motionless, Aciloe stands,                                295
+Fix'd was her mournful eye, and clasp'd her hands;
+Her heart was chill'd--her trembling heart, for there
+Hope slowly sinks in cold, and dark despair.
+Alphonso's soul was mov'd--"No more, he cried,
+"My hapless flame shall hearts like yours divide.                    300
+"Live, tender spirit, soft Aciloe, live,
+"And all the wrongs of mad'ning rage forgive.
+"Go from this desolated region far,
+"These plains, where av'rice spreads the waste of war;
+"Go, where pure pleasures gild the peaceful scene,                   305
+"Go where mild virtue sheds her ray serene."
+
+  In vain th' enraptur'd maid would now impart,
+The rising joy that swells, that pains her heart;
+Las Casas' feet in floods of tears she steeps,
+Looks on her sire and smiles, then turns, and weeps;                 310
+Then smiles again, while her flush'd cheek, reveals
+The mingled tumult of delight she feels.
+So fall the crystal showers of fragrant spring,
+And o'er the pure, clear sky, soft shadows fling;
+Then paint the drooping clouds from which they flow                  315
+With the warm colours of the lucid bow.
+Now, o'er the barren desert, Zamor leads
+Aciloe, and her sire, to Chili's meads:
+There, many a wand'ring wretch, condemn'd to roam
+By hard oppression, found a shelt'ring home:                         320
+Zamor to pity, tun'd the vocal shell,
+Bright'ning the tear of anguish, as it fell.
+Did e'er the human bosom throb with pain
+The heav'nly muse has sought to sooth in vain?
+She, who can still with harmony its sighs,                           325
+And wake the sound, at which affliction dies;
+Can bid the stormy passions backward roll,
+And o'er their low-hung tempests lift the soul;
+With magic touch paint nature's various scene
+Wild on the mountain, in the vale serene;                            330
+Can tinge the breathing rose with brighter bloom,
+Or hang the sombrous rock in deeper gloom;
+Explore the gem, whose pure, reflected ray
+Throws o'er the central cave a paler day;
+Or soaring view the comet's fiery frame                              335
+Rush o'er the sky, and fold the sphere in flame;
+While the charm'd spirit, as her accents move,
+Is wrapt in wonder, or dissolv'd in love.                            338
+
+
+
+PERU.
+
+CANTO THE SIXTH.
+
+THE ARGUMENT.
+
+_The troops of_ Almagro _and_ Alphonso _meet on the plains of Cuzco_--
+Manco-Capac _attacks them by night--his army is defeated, and he is
+forced to fly with its scattered remains_--Cora _goes in search of him--
+her infant in her arms--overcome with fatigue, she rests at the foot of
+a mountain--an earthquake--a band of Indians fly to the mountains for
+shelter_--Cora discovers her husband--their interview--her death--he
+escapes with his infant_--Almagro _claims a share of the spoils of
+Cuzco--his contention with_ Pizarro--_the Spaniards destroy each other_
+--Almagro _is taken prisoner, and put to death--his soldiers, in revenge,
+assassinate_ Pizarro _in his palace_--Las Casas _dies_--Gasca, _a
+Spanish ecclesiastic, arrives in_ Peru--_invested with great power--his
+virtuous conduct--the annual festival of the Peruvians--their late
+victories over the Spaniards in Chili--a wish for the restoration of
+their liberty--the Poem concludes._
+
+
+PERU.
+
+CANTO THE SIXTH.
+
+At length Almagro, and Alphonso's train,
+Each peril past, unite on Cusco's plain:
+_Capac_, who now beheld with anxious woe,
+Th' increasing numbers of the powerful foe,
+Resolves to pierce beneath the shroud of night                         5
+The hostile camp, and brave the vent'rous fight;
+Tho' weak the wrong'd Peruvians arrowy showers,
+To the dire weapons stern Iberia pours.
+Fierce was th' unequal contest, for the soul
+When rais'd by some high passion's strong controul,                   10
+New strings the nerves, and o'er the glowing frame
+Breathes the warm spirit of heroic flame.
+
+  But from the scene where raging slaughter burns,
+The timid muse with pallid horror turns:
+The sounds of frantic woe she panting hears,                          15
+Where anguish dims a mother's eye with tears;
+Or where the maid, who gave to love's soft power
+Her faithful spirit, weeps the parting hour:
+And ah, till death shall ease the tender woe,
+That soul must languish, and those tears must flow;                   20
+For never with the thrill that rapture proves
+Shall bless'd affection hail the form she loves;
+Her eager glance no more that form shall view,
+Her quiv'ring lip has breath'd the last adieu!
+Now night, that pour'd upon her hollow gale                           25
+The moan of death, withdrew her mournful veil;
+The sun rose lovely from the sleeping flood,
+And morning glitter'd o'er the field of blood;
+Where bath'd in gore, Peruvia's vanquish'd train
+Lay cold and senseless on the sanguine plain.                         30
+Capac, their gen'rous chief, whose ardent soul
+Had sought the rage of battle to controul,
+Beheld with keen despair his warriors yield,
+And fled indignant from the conquer'd field.
+From Cusco now a wretched throng repair,                              35
+Who tread mid' slaughter'd heaps in mute despair,
+O'er some lov'd corse the shroud of earth to spread,
+And drop the sacred tear that sooths the dead:
+No shriek was heard, for agony supprest
+The fond complaints which ease the swelling breast:                   40
+Each hope for ever lost, they only crave
+The deep repose which wraps the shelt'ring grave.
+So the meek Lama, lur'd by some decoy
+Of man, from all his unembitter'd joy;
+Ere while, as free as roves the wand'ring breeze,                     45
+Meets the hard burden on his bending knees[A];
+O'er rocks, and mountains, dark, and waste he goes,
+Nor shuns the path where no soft herbage grows;
+Till worn with toil, on earth he prostrate lies,
+Heeds not the barb'rous lash, but patient dies.                       50
+Swift o'er the field of death sad Cora flew,
+Her infant to his mother's bosom grew;
+She seeks her wretched lord, who fled the plain
+With the last remnant of his vanquish'd train:
+Thro' the lone vale, or forest's sombrous shade                       55
+A dreary solitude, the mourner stray'd;
+Her timid heart can now each danger dare,
+Her drooping soul is arm'd by deep despair--
+Long, long she wander'd, till oppress'd with toil,
+Her trembling footsteps track with blood the soil;                    60
+In vain with moans her distant lord she calls,
+In vain the bitter tear of anguish falls;
+Her moan expires along the desert wood,
+Her tear is mingled with the crimson flood.
+
+  Where o'er an ample vale a mountain rose,                           65
+Low at its base her fainting form she throws;
+"And here, my child, (she cried, with panting breath)
+"Here let us wait the hour of ling'ring death:
+"This famish'd bosom can no more supply
+"The streams that nourish life, my babe must die!                     70
+"In vain I strive to cherish for thy sake
+"My failing strength; but when my heart-strings break,
+"When my chill'd bosom can no longer warm,
+"My stiff'ning arms no more enfold thy form,
+"Soft on this bed of leaves my child shall sleep,                     75
+"Close to his mother's corse he will not weep:
+"Oh weep not then, my tender babe, tho' near,
+"I shall not hear thy moan, nor see thy tear;
+"Hope not to move me by thy piercing cry,
+"Nor seek with searching look my answering eye."                      80
+As thus the dying Cora's plaints arose,
+O'er the fair valley sudden darkness throws
+A hideous horror; thro' the wounded air
+Howl'd the shrill voice of nature in despair;
+The birds dart screaming thro' the fluid sky,                         85
+And, dash'd upon the cliff's hard surface die;
+High o'er their rocky bounds the billows swell,
+Then to their deep abyss affrighted fell;
+Earth groaning heaves with dire convulsive throws,
+While yawning gulphs her central caves disclose:                      90
+Now rush'd a frighted throng with trembling pace
+Along the vale, and sought the mountain's base;
+Purpos'd its perilous ascent to gain,
+And shun the ruin low'ring o'er the plain.
+They reach'd the spot where Cora clasp'd her child,                   95
+And gaz'd on present death with aspect mild;
+They pitying paus'd--she lifts her mournful eye,
+And views her lord!--he hears his Cora's sigh--
+He meets her look--their melting souls unite,
+O'erwhelm'd, and agoniz'd with wild delight--                        100
+At length she faintly cried, "we yet must part!
+"Short are these rising joys--I feel my heart
+"My suff'ring heart is cold, and mists arise
+"That shroud thy image from my closing eyes:
+"Oh save my child!--our tender infant save,                          105
+"And shed a tear upon thy Cora's grave"--
+The flutt'ring pulse of life now ceas'd to play,
+And in his arms a pallid corse she lay:
+O'er her dear form he hung in speechless pain,
+And still on Cora call'd, but call'd in vain;                        110
+Scarce could his soul in one short moment bear
+The wild extreme of transport, and despair.
+
+Now o'er the west in melting softness streams
+A lustre, milder than the morning beams;
+A purer dawn dispell'd the fearful night,                            115
+And nature glow'd in all the blooms of light;
+The birds awake the note that hails the day,
+And spread their pinions in the purple ray;
+A zone of gold the wave's still bosom bound,
+And beauty shed a placid smile around.                               120
+Then, first awaking from his mournful trance,
+The wretched Capac cast an eager glance
+On his lov'd babe; th' unconscious infant smil'd,
+And showers of softer sorrow bath'd his child.
+The hollow voice now sounds in fancy's ear,                          125
+She sees the dying look, the parting tear,
+That sought with anxious tenderness to save
+That dear memorial from the closing grave:
+He clasps the object of his love's last care,
+And vows for him the load of life to bear;                           130
+To rear the blossom of a faded flower,
+And bid remembrance sooth each ling'ring hour.
+He journey'd o'er a dreary length of way,
+To plains where freedom shed her hallow'd ray;
+O'er many a pathless wood, and mountain hoar,                        135
+To that fair clime her lifeless form he bore.
+Ye who ne'er suffer'd passions hopeless pain,
+Deem not the toil that sooths its anguish vain;
+Its fondness to the mould'ring corse extends,
+Its faithful tear with the cold ashes blends.                        140
+Perchance, the conscious spirit of the dead
+Numbers the drops affection loves to shed;
+Perchance a sigh of holy pity gives
+To the sad bosom, where its image lives.
+Oh nature! sure thy sympathetic ties                                 145
+Shall o'er the ruins of the grave arise;
+Undying spring from the relentless tomb,
+And shed, in scenes of love, a lasting bloom.
+Not long Iberia's sullied trophies wave,
+Her guilty warriors press th' untimely grave;                        150
+For av'rice, rising from the caves of earth,
+Wakes all her savage spirit into birth;
+Bids proud Almagro feel her baleful flame,
+And Cusco's treasures from Pizarro claim:
+Pizarro holds the rich alluring prize,                               155
+With firmer grasp, the fires of discord rise.
+Now fierce in hostile rage, each warlike train
+Purple with issuing gore Peruvia's plain;
+There, breathing hate, and vengeful death they flood,
+And bath'd their impious bands in kindred blood;                     160
+While pensive on each hill, whose lofty brow
+O'erhung with sable woods the vale below;
+Peruvia's hapless tribes in scatter'd throngs,
+Beheld the fiends of strife avenge their wrongs.
+Now conquest, bending on her crimson wings,                          165
+Her sanguine laurel to Pizarro brings;
+While bound, and trembling in her iron chain,
+Almagro swells the victor's captive train.
+In vain his pleading voice, his suppliant eye,
+Conjure his conqu'ror, by the holy tie                               170
+That seal'd their mutual league with sacred force,
+When first to climes unknown they bent their course;
+When danger's rising horrors lowr'd afar,
+The storms of ocean, and the toils of war,
+The sad remains of wasted life to spare,                             175
+The shrivell'd bosom, and the silver'd hair:--
+But vainly from his lips these accents part,
+Nor move Pizarro's cold, relentless heart,
+That never trembled to the suff'rer's sigh,
+Or view'd the suff'rer's tear with melting eye.                      180
+Almagro dies--the victor's savage pride
+To his pale corse funereal rites denied,
+Chill'd by the heavy dews of night it lay,
+And wither'd in the sultry beam of day,
+Till Indian bosoms, touch'd with gen'rous woe,                       185
+In the pale form forgot the tyrant foe;
+The last sad duties to his ashes paid,
+And sooth'd with pity's tear the hov'ring shade.
+With unrelenting hate the conqu'ror views
+Almagro's band, and vengeance still pursues;                         190
+Condemns the victims of his power to stray
+In drooping poverty's chill, thorny way;
+To pine with famine's agony severe,
+And all the ling'ring forms of death to fear;
+Till by despair impell'd, the rival train                            195
+Rush to the haughty victor's glitt'ring fane;
+Swift on their foe with rage impetuous dart,
+And plunge their daggers in his guilty heart.
+How unavailing now the treasur'd ore
+That made Peruvia's rifled bosom poor!                               200
+He falls--no mourner near to breathe a sigh,
+Catch the last breath, and close the languid eye;
+Deserted, and refus'd the holy tear
+That warm affection sheds o'er virtue's bier;
+Denied those drops that stay the parting breath,                     205
+That sooth the spirit on the verge of death;
+Tho' now the pale expiring form would buy
+With Andes' glitt'ring mines, one faithful sigh!
+
+Now faint with virtue's toil, Las Casas' soul
+Sought with exulting hope, her heav'nly goal:                        210
+A bending angel consecrates his tears,
+And leads his kindred mind to purer spheres.
+But, ah! whence pours that stream of lambent light,
+That soft-descending on the raptur'd sight,
+Gilds the dark horrors of the raging storm--                         215
+It lights on earth--mild vision! gentle form--
+'Tis Sensibility! she stands confest,
+With trembling step she moves, and panting breast;
+Wav'd by the gentle breath of passing sighs
+Loose in the air her robe expanded flies;                            220
+Wet with the dew of tears her soft veil streams,
+And in her eye the ray of pity beams;
+No vivid roses her mild cheek illume,
+Sorrow's wan touch has chas'd the purple bloom:
+Yet ling'ring there in tender, pensive grace,                        225
+The softer lily fills the vacant place;
+And ever as her precious tears bedew
+Its modest flowers, they shed a paler hue.
+To yon deserted grave, lo swift she flies
+Where her lov'd victim, mild Las Casas lies:                         230
+Light on the hallow'd turf I see her stand,
+And slowly wave in air her snowy wand;
+I see her deck the solitary haunt,
+With chaplets twin'd from every weeping plant.
+Its odours mild the simple vi'let shed,                              235
+The shrinking lily hung its drooping head;
+A moaning zephyr sigh'd within the bower,
+And bent the yielding stem of every flower:
+"Hither (she cried, her melting tone I hear
+"It vibrates full on fancy's raptur'd ear)                           240
+"Ye gentle spirits whom my soul refines,
+"Where all its animating lustre shines;
+"Ye who can exquisitely feel the glow
+"Whose soft suffusion gilds the cloud of woe;
+"Warm as the colours varying iris pours                              245
+"That tinge with streaming rays the chilling showers;
+"Ye to whose yielding hearts my power endears
+"The transport blended with delicious tears,
+"The bliss that swells to agony the breast,
+"The sympathy that robs the soul of rest;                            250
+"Hither with fond devotion pensive come,
+"Kiss the pale shrine, and murmur o'er the tomb;
+"Bend on the hallow'd turf the tear-full eye
+"And breathe the precious incense of a sigh.
+"Las Casas' tear has moisten'd mis'ry's grave,                       255
+"His sigh has moan'd the wretch it fail'd to save!
+"He, while conflicting pangs his bosom tear
+"Has sought the lonely cavern of despair;
+"Where desolate she fled, and pour'd her thought,
+"To the dread verge of wild distraction wrought.                     260
+"White drops of mercy bath'd his hoary cheek,
+"He pour'd by heav'n inspir'd its accents meek;
+"In truth's clear mirror bade the mourner's view
+"Pierce the deep veil which darkling error drew;
+"And vanquish'd empire with a smile resign,                          265
+"While brighter worlds in fair perspective shine."--
+She paus'd--yet still the sweet enthusiast bends
+O'er the cold turf, and still her tear descends;
+The ever-falling tears her beauties shroud,
+Till slow she vanish'd in a fleecy cloud.                            270
+
+Mild Gasca now, the messenger of peace,
+Suspends the storm, and bids the tumult cease.
+Pure spirit! in Religion's garb he came,
+And all his bosom felt her holy flame;
+'Twas then her vot'ries glory, and their care                        275
+To bid oppression's harpy talons spare;
+To bend the crimson banner he unfurl'd,
+And shelter from his grasp a suff'ring world:
+Gasca, the guardian minister of woe,
+Bids o'er her wounds the balms of comfort flow                       280
+While rich Potosi[B] rolls the copious tide
+Of wealth, unbounded as the wish of pride;
+His pure, unsullied soul with high disdain
+For virtue spurns the fascinating bane;
+Her seraph form can still his breast allure                          285
+Tho' drest in weeds, she triumph'd to be poor--
+Hopeless ambition's murders to restrain,
+And virtue's wrongs, he sought Iberia's plain,
+Without one mean reserve he nobly brings
+A massive treasure, yet unknown to kings:                            290
+No purple pomp around his dome was spread
+No gilded roofs hung glitt'ring o'er his head;
+Yet peace with milder radiance deck'd his bower,
+And crown'd with dearer joy life's evening hour;
+While virtue whisper'd to his conscious heart                        295
+The sweet reflexion of its high desert.
+
+  Ah, meek Peruvia, still thy murmur'd sighs
+Thy stifled groans in fancy's ear arise;
+Sadd'ning she views thy desolated soul,
+As slow the circling years of bondage roll,                          300
+Redeem from tyranny's oppressive power
+With fond affection's force, one sacred hour;
+And consecrate its fleeting, precious space,
+The dear remembrance of the past to trace.
+Call from her bed of dust joy's buried shade;                        305
+She smiles in mem'ry's lucid robes array'd,
+O'er thy creative scene[C] majestic moves,
+And wakes each mild delight thy fancy loves.
+But soon the image of thy wrongs in clouds
+The fair and transient ray of pleasure shrouds;                      310
+Far other visions melt thy mournful eye,
+And wake the gushing tear, th' indignant sigh;
+There Ataliba's sacred, murder'd form,
+Sinks in the billow of oppression's storm;
+Wild o'er the scene of death thy glances roll,                       315
+And pangs tumultuous swell thy troubled soul;
+Thy bosom burns, distraction spreads her flames,
+And from the tyrant foe her victim claims.
+
+  But, lo! where bursting desolation's night,
+A sudden ray of glory cheers my sight;                               320
+From my fond eye the tear of rapture flows,
+My heart with pure delight exulting glows:
+A blooming chief of India's royal race,
+Whose soaring soul, its high descent can trace,
+The flag of freedom rears on Chili's[D] plain,                       325
+And leads to glorious strife his gen'rous train:
+And see Iberia bleeds! while vict'ry twines
+Her fairest blossoms round Peruvia's shrines;
+The gaping wounds of earth disclose no more
+The lucid silver, and the glowing ore;                               330
+A brighter glory gilds the passing hour,
+While freedom breaks the rod of lawless power:
+Lo on the Andes' icy steep she glows,
+And prints with rapid step th' eternal snows;
+Or moves majestic o'er the desert plain,                             335
+And eloquently pours her potent strain.
+Still may that strain the patriot's soul inspire,
+And still this injur'd race her spirit fire.
+O Freedom, may thy genius still ascend,
+Beneath thy crest may proud Iberia bend;                             340
+While roll'd in dust thy graceful feet beneath,
+Fades the dark laurel of her sanguine wreath;
+Bend her red trophies, tear her victor plume,
+And close insatiate slaughter's yawning tomb.
+Again on soft Peruvia's fragrant breast                              345
+May beauty blossom, and may pleasure rest.
+Peru, the muse that vainly mourn'd thy woes,
+Whom pity robb'd so long of dear repose;
+The muse, whose pensive soul with anguish wrung
+Her early lyre for thee has trembling strung;                        350
+Shed the weak tear, and breath'd the powerless sigh,
+Which soon in cold oblivion's shade must die;
+Pants with the wish thy deeds may rise to fame,
+Bright on some living harp's immortal frame!
+While on the string of extasy, it pours                              355
+Thy future triumphs o'er unnumber'd shores.
+
+[A] The Lama's bend their knees and stoop their body in such a manner as
+  not to discompose their burden. They move with a slow but firm pace,
+  in countries that are impracticable to other animals. They are neither
+  dispirited by fasting nor drudgery, while they have any strength
+  remaining; but, when they are totally exhausted, or fall under their
+  burden, it is to no purpose to harrass and beat them: they will
+  continue striking their heads on the ground, first on one side, then
+  on the other, till they kill themselves,--_Abbe_ Raynal's _History of
+  the European Settlements._
+[B] See a delightful representation of the incorruptible integrity of
+   this Spaniard in Robertson's History of America.
+[C] "O'er thy creative scene." The Peruvians have solemn days on which
+   they assume their antient dress. Some among them represent a tragedy,
+   the subject of which is the death of Atabalipa. The audience, who
+   begin with shedding tears, are afterwards transported, into a kind of
+   madness. It seldom happens in these festivals, but that some Spaniard
+   is slain.--_Abbe_ Raynal's _History_.
+[D] "On Chili's plain."--An Indian descended from the Inca's, has lately
+    obtained several victories over the Spaniards, the gold mines have
+    been for some time shut up; and there is much reason to hope, that
+    these injured nations may recover the liberty of which they have
+    been so cruelly deprived.
+
+
+
+SONNET,
+
+To MRS. SIDDONS.
+
+Siddons! the Muse, for many a joy refin'd,
+  Feelings which ever seem too swiftly fled--
+  For those delicious tears she loves to shed,
+Around thy brow the wreath of praise would bind--
+But can her feeble notes thy praise unfold?
+  Repeat the tones each changing passion gives,
+  Or mark where nature in thy action lives,
+Where, in thy pause, she speaks a pang untold!
+When fierce ambition steels thy daring breast,
+  When from thy frantic look our glance recedes;
+Or oh, divine enthusiast! when opprest
+  By anxious love, that eye of softness pleads--
+The sun-beam all can feel, but who can trace
+The instant light, and catch the radiant grace!
+
+
+
+QUEEN MARY'S
+
+COMPLAINT.
+
+I.
+
+Pale moon! thy mild benignant light
+May glad some other captive's sight;
+Bright'ning the gloomy objects nigh,
+Thy beams a lenient thought supply:
+But, oh, pale moon! what ray of thine
+Can sooth a misery like mine!
+Chase the sad image of the past,
+And woes for ever doom'd to last.
+
+
+II.
+
+Where are the years with pleasure gay?
+How bright their course! how short their stay!--
+Where are the crowns, that round my head
+A double glory vainly spread?
+Where are the beauties wont to move,
+The grace, converting awe to love?
+Alas, had fate design'd to bless,
+Its equal hand had giv'n me less!
+
+
+III.
+
+Why did the regal garb array
+A breast that tender passions sway?
+A soul of unsuspicious frame,
+Which leans with faith on friendship's name--
+Ye vanish'd hopes! ye broken ties!
+By perfidy, in friendship's guise,
+This breast was injur'd, lost, betray'd--
+Where, where shall Mary look for aid?
+
+
+IV.
+
+How could I hope redress to find
+Stern rival! from thy envious mind?
+How could I e'er thy words believe?
+O ever practis'd to deceive!
+Thy wiles abhorr'd shall please alone
+Cold bosoms, selfish as thy own;
+While ages hence, indignant hear
+The horrors of my fate severe.
+
+
+V.
+
+Have not thy unrelenting hands
+Torn nature's most endearing bands?
+Whate'er I hop'd from woman's name,
+The ties of blood, the stranger's claim;
+A sister-queen's despairing breast
+On thee securely lean'd for rest;
+On thee! from whom that breast has bled
+With sharper ills than those I fled,
+
+
+VI.
+
+Oh, skill'd in every baser art!
+Tyrant! to this unguarded heart
+No guilt so black as thine belongs,
+Which loads my length'ning years with wrongs.
+Strike then at once, insatiate foe!
+The long, premeditated blow;
+So shall thy jealous terrors cease,
+And Mary's harrass'd soul have peace.
+
+
+
+EUPHELIA,
+
+AN
+ELEGY.
+
+As roam'd a pilgrim o'er the mountain drear,
+  On whose lone verge the foaming billows roar;
+The wail of hopeless sorrow pierc'd his ear,
+  And swell'd at distance on the sounding shore.
+
+The mourner breath'd her deep complaint to night,
+  Her moan she mingled with the rapid blast;
+That bar'd her bosom in its wasting flight,
+  And o'er the earth her scatter'd tresses cast!
+
+"Ye winds, she cried, still heave the lab'ring deep,
+  "The mountain shake, the howling forest rend;
+"Still dash the shiv'ring fragment from the steep,
+  "Nor for a wretch like me the storm suspend.
+
+"Ah, wherefore wish the rising storm to spare?
+  "Ah, why implore the raging winds to save?
+"What refuge can the breast where lives despair
+  "Desire but death? what shelter but the grave?
+
+"To me congenial is the gloom of night,
+  "The savage howlings that infest the air;
+"I unappall'd can view the fatal light,
+  "That flashes from the pointed lightning's glare.
+
+"And yet erewhile, if night her shadows threw
+  "O'er the known woodlands of my native vale;
+"Fancy in visions wild the landscape drew,
+  "And swelled with boding sounds the whisp'ring gale.
+
+"But deep despair has arm'd my timid soul,
+  "And agony has numb'd the throb of fear;
+"Taught a weak heart its terrors to controul,
+  "And more to court than shun the danger near.
+
+"Yet could I welcome the return of light,
+  "Its glim'ring beam might guide my searching eye,
+"The sacred spot might then emerge from night,
+  "On which a lover's bleeding relicks lie!
+
+"For sure 'twas here, as late a shepherd stray'd
+  "Bewilder'd, o'er the mountain's dreary bound,
+"Close to the pointed cliff he saw him laid,
+  "Where heav'd the waters of the deep around.
+
+"Alas, no longer could his heart endure
+  "The woes that heart was doom'd for me to prove:
+"He sought for death--for death the only cure,
+  "That fate can give to vain, and hopeless love."
+
+"My sire, unjust, while passion swell'd his breast,
+  "From the lov'd Alfred his Euphelia tore;
+"Mock'd the keen sorrows that my soul opprest,
+  "And bade me, vainly bade me love no more!
+
+"He told me love, was like yon' troubled deep,
+  "Whose restless billows never know repose;
+"Are wildly dash'd upon the rocky steep,
+  "And tremble to the lightest breeze that blows!
+
+"From these rude storms remote, her gentle balm,
+  "Dear to the suff'ring spirit, peace applies"--
+Peace! 'tis th' oblivious lake's detested calm
+  Whose dull, slow waters never fall or rise.
+
+"Ah, what avails a parent's stern command,
+  "The force of conq'ring passion to subdue?
+"And wherefore seek to rend, with cruel hand,
+  "The ties enchanted love so fondly drew!
+
+"Yet I could see my Alfred's fix'd despair,
+  "And aw'd by filial fear conceal my woes;
+"My coward heart cou'd separation bear,
+  "And check the struggling anguish as it rose!
+
+"'Twas guilt the barb'rous mandate to obey,
+  "Which bade no parting sigh my bosom move,
+"Victim of duty's unrelenting sway,
+  "I seemed a traitor, while a slave to love!"
+
+"Let her, who seal'd a lover's fate, endure
+  "The sharpest pressure of deserv'd distress;
+"'Twere added perfidy to seek a cure,
+  "And stain'd with falsehood, wish to suffer less.
+
+"For wretches doom'd in other griefs to pine,
+  "Oft' will benignant hope her ray impart;
+"And pity oft' from her celestial shrine,
+  "Drop a warm tear upon the fainting heart.
+
+"But o'er the lasting gloom of love's despair,
+  "Can hope's bright ray its cheering visions shed?
+"Can pity sooth the woes that breast must bear,
+  "Which vainly loves, and vainly mourns the dead!"
+
+"No! ling'ring still, and still prolong'd, the moan
+  "Shall never pause, till heaves my latest breath,
+"Till memory's distracting pang is flown,
+  "And all my sorrows shall be hush'd in death.
+
+"And death is pitying come, whose hand shall tear
+  "From this afflicted heart the sense of pain;
+"My fainting limbs refuse their load to bear,
+  "And life no longer will my form sustain.
+
+"Yet once did health's enliv'ning glow adorn,
+  "And pleasure shed for me her loveliest ray,
+"Pure as the gentle star that gilds the morn,
+  "And constant as the equal light of day!"
+
+"Now those lost pleasures trac'd by memory, seem
+  "Like yon' illusive meteor's glancing light;
+"That o'er the darkness threw its instant gleam,
+  "Then sunk, and vanish'd in the depth of night.
+
+"My native vale! and thou delightful bower!
+  "Scenes to my hopeless love for ever dear;
+"Sweet vale, for whom the morning wak'd her flow'r,
+  "Gay bower, for whom the evening pour'd her tear.
+
+"I ask no more to see your beauties rise--
+  "Ye rocks and mountains, on whose rugged breast
+"My Alfred, murder'd by Euphelia, lies,
+  "In _your_ deep solitudes oh let me rest!"
+
+"And sure the dawning ray that lights the steep,
+  "And slowly wanders o'er the purple wave;
+"Will shew me where his sacred relics sleep,
+  "Will lead his mourner to her destin'd grave.--
+
+O'er the high precipice unmov'd she bent,
+  A fearful path the beams of morning shew,
+The pilgrim reach'd with toil the rude ascent,
+  And saw her brooding o'er the deep below.
+
+"Euphelia stay! he cried, thy Alfred calls--
+  "Oh stay, my love! in sorrow yet more dear,
+"I come!"--In vain the soothing accent falls,
+  Alas, it reach'd not her distracted ear.
+
+"Ah, what avails, she said, that morning rose?
+  "With fruitless pain I seek his mould'ring clay;
+"Vain search! to fill the measure of my woes,
+  "The foaming surge has wash'd his corse away.
+
+"This cruel agony why longer bear?
+  "Death, death alone can all my pangs remove;
+"Kind death will banish from my heart despair,
+  "And when I live again--I live to love!"--
+
+She said, and plung'd into the awful deep--
+  He saw her meet the fury of the wave;
+He frantic saw! and darting to the steep
+  With desp'rate anguish, sought her wat'ry grave.
+
+He clasp'd her dying form, he shar'd her sighs,
+  He check'd the billow rushing on her breast;
+She felt his dear embrace--her closing eyes
+  Were fix'd on Alfred, and her death was blest.--
+
+
+
+SONNET,
+
+To EXPRESSION.
+
+
+Expression, child of soul! I fondly trace
+  Thy strong enchantments, when the poet's lyre,
+  The painter's pencil catch thy sacred fire,
+And beauty wakes for thee her touching grace--
+But from this frighted glance thy form avert
+  When horrors check thy tear, thy struggling sigh,
+  When frenzy rolls in thy impassion'd eye,
+Or guilt sits heavy on thy lab'ring heart--
+Nor ever let my shudd'ring fancy bear
+  The wasting groan, or view the pallid look
+  Of him[A] the Muses lov'd--when hope forsook
+His spirit, vainly to the Muses dear!
+For charm'd with heav'nly song, this bleeding breast,
+Mourns the blest power of verse could give despair no rest.--
+
+[A]  Chatterton.
+
+
+
+THE END.
+
+
+
+
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