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Iler vest, with liveliest tincture glow'd,
That Summer-blossoms wear, And wanton down her shoulders flow'd,
Her hyacinthine hair.
Zephyr in play had loos’d the string,
And with it laughing flown, Diffusing from his dewy wing,
A fragrance not his own.
Her shape was like the slender pine,
With vernal buds array'd, O heav’n ! what rapture would be mine,
To slumber in its shade.
Her cheeks—one rose had Strephon seen,
But dazzled with the sight, At distance view'd her nymph-like mien,
And fainted with delight.
He thought Diana from the chace,
Was hastening to her bow'r ; For more than mortal seem'd a face,
Of such resistless pow'r.
Actæon's fatal change he fear’d,
And trembled at the breeze; High antlers had his fancy rear’d,
And quiv’ring sunk his knees.
He well might err—that morn confess'd,
The queen with silver beam, Shone forth, and Sylvia thus address’d,
By Tivy's azure stream:
“ Let us this day our robes exchange ;
“ Bind on my waxing moon; " Then through yon woods at pleasure range,
“ And shun the sultry noon.
66 Whilst I at Cardigan prepare
Gay stores of silk and lace, “ Like thine, will seem my flowing hair,
“ Like thine, my heav'nly grace.
“ My brother Phoebus lost his heart
" When first he view'd thy charms, “ And would this day, with dang’rous art,
66 Allure thee to his arms.
“ But Cynthia, friend to virgins fair,
Thy steps will ever guide, “ Protect thee from th' enchanting snare,
“ And o’er thy heart preside.
66 In vain his wiles he shall essay,
“ And touch his golden lyre ; “ Then to the skies shall wing his way,
“ With pale, yet raging fire.
“ Should he with lies traduce the fair,
“ And boast how oft he kiss'd her, “ The gods shall laugh while I declare,
“ He flirted with his sister."
“ Would I were yon blue field above,
(Said Plato, warbling am'rous lays) “ That with ten thousand eyes of love,
66 On thee for ever I might gaze."
My purer love the wish disclaims,
For were I, like Tiresias, blind, Still should I glow with heavenly flames,
And gaze with rapture on thy mind.
S O N G.
Wake, ye nightingales, oh, wake!
Can ye, idlers, sleep so long ? Quickly this dull silence break;
Burst enraptur'd into song: Shake your plumes, your eyes unclose, No pretext for more repose.
Tell me not, that Winter drear
Still delays your promis'd tale, That no blossoms yet appear,
Save the snow-drop in the dale ; Tell me not the woods are bare ; Vain excuse! prepare ! prepare!
View the hillocks, view the meads :
All are verdant, all are gay;
Health, and Youth, and blooming May.
Hail! ye groves of Bagley, hail !
Fear no more the chilling air :
Amongst the manuscript papers of Sir William Jones, written in Bengal, I find the delineation of the plan of a Tragedy on the story of SOHRAB, a Persian hero, who acts a short, but conspicuous part in the heroic poem of Ferdûsi, the Homer of Persia. The story in the original, is in substance as follows:
Rustum, the hero of Oriental Romance, was married to Tahmina, the daughter of the king of Summungan, a city on the confines of Tartary. He left her in a state of pregnancy, giving her a bracelet, which, in the event of the birth of a child, she was to bind on its
She was delivered of a son. Tahmina, apprehensive that Rustum would deprive her of him, informed him, that she had a daughter, and Rustum entertained no suspicion of the deceit. Sohrab inherited the heroic spirit of his father, whom when he grew up he was most anxious to see, and when he had attained the age of puberty, he formed a plan for attacking Kaoos, the king of
Persia, in the declared intention of depriving him of his crown, and placing it on the head of Rust um.
AFRASIAB, the sovereign of Tartary, who was apprised of the la centage of Sohráb, eagerly seconded the views of the youth, as a long hereditary enmity had subsisted between the two monarchs of Persia and Tartary. He accordingly offered to furnish Sohráb with an army, sending with it, at the same time, two generals, on whom he relied, with secret instructions to prevent the discovery of Rustum by Sohrab, and to endeavour to bring them to a single combat, hoping that the youthful vigour of Sohrûb would overcome Rustum, and pave the way to the conquest of Persia. After the death of Rustum, he proposed to destroy Sohrab by treachery. This insidious scheme succeeded in part. Sohrab, with the Tartarian army invaded Persia, and was opposed by the Persian troops, whom he defeated in several engagements. The anxious endeavours of Sohrab, to discover his father, were frustrated by the falsehood and treachery of the generals of Afrasiab, and the two heroes met in battle without knowing each other, although Sohrûb suspected his antagonist to be Rustum, and even mentioned his suspicion to him, which Rustum denied. The two warriors engaged in single combat three times ; on the second day, Sohrab had the advantage, and Rustum saved his life by artifice ; on the third, the strength and skill of Rustum prevailed, and he seized the opportunity by plunging his dagger in the breast of bis son, who, before he expired, discovered himself to his father, and was recognized by him. The distress of Sohrab, the affliction of Rustum, increased to agony by the sight of the bracelet, which he had presented to Tahmina, on the arm of Sohrûb, and afterwards exasperated to madness by the refusal of Kaoos, to supply him with a remedy which he possessed of infallible efficacy, and the inconsolable anguish of Tahmina on learning the death of her son, are described by Ferdusi,