That Neptune's self the bragging vessel saves To laugh awhile at her so proud array: Her waving streamers loosely she lets play, That with their colours shine as bright as smiling day. As when the powerful wind and adverse tide (Giles.) Strive which should most command the subject main ; The scornful waves swelling with angry pride Yielding to neither, all their force disdain : Meantime the shaking vessel doubtful plays, And on the stagg'ring billow trembling plays, And would obey them both, yet neither she obeys. (Phineas.) The garden like a lady fair was cut, That lay as if she slumber'd in delight, And to the open skies her eyes did shut: The azure field of heaven, in semblance right Was a large circle set with flowers of light; The flower-de-luce, and the bright drops of dew That hung upon the azure leaves, all shew Like twinkling stars that sparkle in the heav'ns so blue. Upon a lofty bank her head she cast, On which was built the bower of Vain-delight; White and red roses for her face were plac'd, And for her tresses marigolds so bright, Which broadly she display'd t' attract the sight, 'Till in the ocean the glad day was drown'd: Then up again her yellow locks she wound, That with green fillets in their pretty cauls were bouud. (Giles.) The flowers that frighted with sharp winter's dread, And spreading his flowr'd purple to the skies, The hedge, green satin prick'd and cut, arrays; The pansy, her wrought velvet garment bears ; So Philomel, perch'd on an aspen sprig Weeps all the night her lost virginity; The cheerful lark, mounting from early bed, (Giles.) With sweet salutes awakes the drowsy light; The earth she leaves, and up to heaven is fled;" There chants her maker's praises out of sight. Earth seems a mole-hill, men but ants to be; Teaching vain men, that soar to high degree, The further up they climb, the less they seem and see. (Phineas.) That heavenly voice I more delight to hear, (Giles.) Great power of love! with what commanding fire Nothing is free from thy sweet government: Fish burn in seas; beasts, birds, thy weapons prove; By thee dead elements and heavens move; Which void of sense themselves, yet are not void of love. (Phineas.) Non nostrum inter vos tantas componere lites, Et vitula tu dignus, et hic! We fear our readers may be cloyed with these sweets, but it is a duty we have undertaken to exhibit the native poets of Kent to advantage, and notwithstanding the restrictions we had thought right formerly to impose on ourselves, repeated perusal of the longer poem of Phineas, forbids us to leave it without further extending our selections. The "Purple Island" is but little visited by poetic ramblers: it has a forbidding aspect, and few will be tempted to seek for flowers among its frowning rocks and rugged promontories. Yet does it abound with the choicest specimens, and if we may venture to anticipate judgment, we predict that by offering to them the following garland, we shall be entitled to the thanks of all true lovers of the muse. Day-break: The morning fresh, dappling her horns with roses,- And chasing night, of rule and heaven bereft her: Never to be endur'd, but when he falls or rises. The hours had now unlock'd the gates of day, Ah! who in love that cruel law devis'd, That old love's little worth, and new too highly priz'd. Evening. But see, the smoke mounting in village nigħ, See Phlegon drenched in the liquid main, Allays his thirst, and cools his flaming car! Vesper fair Cynthia ushers, and her train : See, th' apish earth hath lighted many a star, Sparkling in dewy globes!-all home invite. Home then my flocks, home shepherds, home, 'tis night But see the stealing night with softest pace, And calls the winking stars from drowsy rest. The Medway joining Thames. So where fair Medway down the Kentish dales The big swoln main with foamy billows swelling, A Flower fainting with heat. So have I often seen a purple flow'r Fainting with heat, hang down her drooping head, And with new pride her silken leaves display : Storm in Summer. So when the sun shines in bright Taurus' head, The country's vows and hopes swim on the drowned plain ! |