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O'erjoy'd, he saw her lovely eyes relent:
These o'er th' inferior naval train preside, The blashing maiden smiled with sweet consent. The course determine, or the commerce guide: Oft in the mazes of a neighbouring grove,
O'er all the rest, an undistinguish'd crew, Unheard, they breathed alternate vows of love : Her wing of deepest shade Oblivion drew. By fond society their passion grew,
A sullen languor still the skies opprest, Like the young blossom fed with vernal dew.
And held th' unwilling ship in strong arrest. In evil hour th' officious tongue of Fame
High in his chariot glow'd the lamp of day, Betray'd the secret of their mutual flame.
O'er Ida, flaming with meridian ray: With grief and anger struggling in his breast, Relax'd from toil, the sailors range the shore, Palemon's father heard the tale confest.
Where famine, war, and storm are felt no more: Long had he listen'd with Suspicion's ear, The hour to social pleasure they resign, And learnt, sagacious, this event to fear.
And black remembrance drown in generous wine. Too well, fair youth! thy liberal heart he knew; On deck, beneath the shading canvass spread, A heart to Nature's warm impressions true! Rodmond a rueful tale of wonders read, Full oft his wisdom strove, with fruitless toil, Of dragons roaring on th' enchanted coast, With avarice to pollute that generous soil: The hideous goblin, and the yelling ghostThat soil impregnated with nobler seed,
But with Arion from the sultry heat Refused the culture of so rank a weed.
Of noon, Palemon sought a cool retreat. Elate with wealth, in active commerce won, And lo! the shore with mournful prospects crown'd ;* And basking in the smile of Fortune's sun, The rampart torn with many a fatal wound; With scorn the parent eyed the lowly shade The ruin'd bulwark toitering o'er the strand ; That veil'd the beauties of this charming maid : Bewail the stroke of War's tremendous hand. Indignant he rebuked th' enamoured boy,
What scenes of wo this hapless isle o'erspread! The flattering promise of his future joy!
Where late thrice fifty thousand warriors bled. He soothed and menaced, anxious to reclaim Fulltwice twelve summers were yon tow'rs assaild, This hopeless passion, or divert its aim:
Till barbarous Ottoman at last prevaild; Oft led the youth where circling joys delight While thundering mines the lovely plains o'erturn'd, The ravish'd sense, or beauty charms the sight. While heroes fell, and domes and temples burn'd With all her powers, enchanting Music fail'd, But now before them happier scenes arise! And Pleasure's syren voice no more prevail'd. Elysian vales salute their ravish'd eyes : The merchant, kindling then with proud disdain, Olive and cedar form'd a grateful shade,
In look and voice assumed a harsher strain; Where light with gay romantic error stray'd. In absence now his only hope remaind,
The myrtles here with fond caresses twine; And such the stern decree his will ordain'd. There, rich with nectar, melts the pregnant vine. Deep anguish, while Palemon heard his doom, And lo! the stream renown'd in classic song, Drew o'er his lovely face a saddening gloom. Sad Leihe, glides the silent vale along. In vain with bitter sorrow he repined,
On mossy banks, beneath the citron grove, No tender pity touch'd that sordid mind :
The youthful wand'rers found a wild alcove : To thee, brave Albert, was the charge consign'd. Soft o'er the fairy region Languor stole, The stately ship, forsaking England's shore, And with sweet Melancholy charm’d the soul. To regions far remote Palemon bore.
Here first Palemon, while his pensive mind Incapable of change, th' unhappy youth
For consolation on his friend reclined, Sull loved fair Anna with eternal truth:
In Pity’s bleeding bosom pour’d the stream From clime to clime an exile doom'd to roam, Of love's soft anguish, and of grief supreme His heart still panted for its secret home.
Too true thy words! by sweet remembrance taught. The moon had circled twice her wayward zone My heart in secret bleeds with tender thought: To him since young Arion first was known ; In vain it courts the solitary shade, Who, wandering here through many a scene re. By every action, every look betray'd ! In Alexandria's port the vessel found ; (nown'd, The pride of generous wo disdains appeal Where, anxious to review his native shore, To hearts that unrelenting frosts congeal: He on the roaring wave embark'd once more. Yet sure, if right Palemon can divine, Oft, by pale Cynthia's melancholy light,
The sense of gentle pity dwells in thine. With him Palemon kept the watch of night! Yes! all his cares thy sympathy shall know, In whose sad bosom many a sigh suppressid, And prove the kind companion of his wo. Some painful secret of the soul confess'd.
Albert thou know'st with skill and science graced, Perhaps Arion soon the cause divined,
In humble station though by Fortune placed, Though shunning still to probe a wounded mind: Yet never seaman more serenely brave He felt the chastity of silent wo,
Led Britain's conquering squadrons o'er the wave. Though glad the balm of comfort to bestow; Where full in view Augusta's spires are seen, He, with Palemon, oft recounted o'er
With flowery lawns and waving woods between, The tales of hapless love, in ancient lore,
A peaceful dwelling stands in modest pride, Recall'd to memory by th' adjacent shore. Where Thames, slow-winding, rolls his ample tide. The scene thus present, and its story known, The lover sigh'd for sorrows not his own. Thus, though a recent date their friendship bore,
• The intelligent reader will readily discover, that these
remarks allude to the ever memorable siege of Candia, Soon the ripe metal own'd the quickening ore;
which was taken from the Venetians by the Turks, in For in one tide their passions seem'd to roll, 1669 ; being then considered as impregnable, and estecm By kindred age and sympathy of soul.
ed the most formidable fortress in the universe.
There live the hope and pleasure of his life, Elysian scenes, too happy long to last !
Tou soon a storm the smiling dawn o'ercast ! For his return, with fond officious care,
Too soon some demon to my father bore Still every grateful object these prepare ; The tidings that his heart with anguish tore.Whatever can allure the smell or sight,
My pride to kindle, with dissuasive voice, Or wake the drooping spirits to delight.
Awhile he labour'd to degrade my choice; This blooming maid in virtue's path to guide, Then, in the whirling wave of Pleasure, sought Her anxious parents all their cares applied : From its loved object to divert my thought. Her spotless soul, where soft Compassion reign'd, With equal hope he might attempt to bind, No vice untuned, no sick’ning folly stained. In chains of adamant, the lawless wind : Not fairer grows the lily of the vale,
For Love had aim'd the fatal shaft too sure ; Whose bosom opens to the vernal gale:
Hope fed the wound, and absence knew no cure. Her eyes, unconscious of their fatal charms, With alienated look, each art he saw Thrill'd every heart with exquisite alarms; Still baffled by superior Nature's law. Her face, in Beauty's sweet attraction dressid, His anxious mind on various schemes revolved; The smile of maiden-innocence express'd ;
At last on cruel exile he resolved. While Health, that rises with the new-born day, The rigorous doom was fixed ! alas! how vain Breathed o'er her cheek the softest blush of May. To him of tender anguish to complain! Still in her look complacence smiled serene; His soul, that never Love's sweet influence felt, She moved the charmer of the rural scene. By social sympathy could never melt;
'Twas at that season when the fields resume With stern command to Albert's charge he gave, Their loveliest hues, array'd in vernal bloom; To wast Palemon o'er the distant wave. Yon ship, rich freighted from th' Italian shore, The ship was laden and prepared to sail, To Thames' fair banks her costly tribute bore: And only waited now the leading gale. While thus my father saw his ample hoard, "Twas ours, in that sad period first to prove From this return, with recent treasures stored, The heartfelt torments of despairing love : Me, with affairs of commerce charged, he sent Th' impatient wish that never feels repose, To Albert's humble mansion; soon I went- Desire that with perpetual current flows; 'Too soon, alas ! unconscious of th' event- The fluctuating pangs of hope and fear; There, struck with sweet surprise and silent awe, Joy distant still, and sorrow ever near! The gentle mistress of my hopes I saw:
Thus, while the pangs of thonght severer grew, There wounded first by Love's resistless arms, The western breezes inauspicious blow, My glowing bosom throbb’d with strange alarms. Hastening the moment of our last adieu. My ever charming Anna! who alone
The vessel parted on the falling tide; Can all the frowns of cruel sate atone;
Yet Time one sacred hour 10 Love supplied. 0! while all-conscious Memory holds her power, The night was silent, and, advancing fast, Can I forget that sweetly-painful hour,
The moon o'er Thames her silver mantle cast; When from those eyes, with lovely lightning Impatient hope the midnight path explored, fraught,
And led me to the nymph my soul adored. My fluttering spirits first th' infection caught: Soon her quick footsteps struck my listening ear; When as I gazed, my fault'ring tongue betray'd She came confest! the lovely maid drew near! The heart's quick tumults, or refused its aid; But ah! what force of language can impart While the dim light my ravish'd eyes forsook, Th' impetuous joy that glow'd in either heart ! And every limb, unstrung with terror, shook ! 0! ye, whose melting hearts are form'd to prove With all her powers dissenting Reason strove The trembling ecstasies of genuine love! To tame at first the kindling flame of Love; When, with delicious agony, the thought She strove in vain ! subdued by charms divine, Is to the verge of high delirium wrought; My soul a victim fell at Beauty's shrine.- Your secret sympathy alone can tell Oft from the din of bustling life I stray'd,
What raptures then the throbbing bosom swell ; In happier scenes to see my lovely maid.
O'er all the nerves what tender tumults roll, Full oft, where Thames his wand'ring current leads, while love with sweet enchantment melts the We roved at evening hour through fowery meads. soul! There, while my heart's soft anguish I reveald, In transport lost, by trembling hope imprest, To her with tender sighs my hope appeal’d, The blushing virgin sunk upon my breast; While the sweet nymph my faithful tale believed, While hers congenial beat with fond alarms; Her snowy breast with secret tumult heaved ; Dissolving softness! paradise of charms ! For, train’d in rural scenes from earliest youth Flash'd from our eyes, in warm transfusion flew Nature was hers, and innocence, and truth. Our blending spirits, that each other drew! She never knew the city damsel's art,
O bliss supreme! where Virtue's self can melt Whose frothy pertness charms the vacant heart ! With joys that guilty Pleasure never felt ! My suit prevail'd ; for Love inform'd my tongue, Form'd to refine the thought with chaste desire, And on his votary's lips persuasion hung.
And kindle sweet Affection's purest fire ! Her eyes with conscious sympathy withdrew, Ah! wherefore should my hopeless love, she cries And o'er her cheek the rosy current flew.- While sorrow burst with interrupting sighs, Thrice happy hours! where, with no dark allay, For ever destined to lament in vain, Life's fairest sunshine gilds the vernal day! Such Nattering fond ideas entertain ? op here, the sigh that soft Affection heaves, My heart throngh scenes of fair illusion stray'd
tings of sharper wo the soul relieves, To joys decreed for some superior maid.
Tis mine to feel the sharpest stings of Grief, Look down with pity, O ye Powers above!
Who hear the sad complaints of bleeding Love!
Alone can tell if he returns no more :
Or if the hour of future joy remain,
-With grief o'erwhelm’d, we parted twice in
vain, Too well thou know’st good Albert's niggard fate, And, urged by strong attraction, met again. Ill fitted to sustain thy father's hate!
At last, by cruel Fortune torn apart, Go then, I charge thee, by thy gen'rous love,
While tender passion stream'd in either heart; That fatal to my father thus may prove :
Our eyes transfix'd with agonizing look, On me alone let dark Affliction fall,
One sad farewell, one last embrace we took. Whose heart for thee will gladly suffer all.
Forlorn of hope the lovely maid I left, Then, haste thee hence, Palemon, ere too late,
Pensive and pale, of every joy berest: Nor rashly hope to brave opposing Fate !
She to her silent couch retired to weep, She ceased ; while anguish in her angel face
While her sad swain embark'd upon the deep. O'er all her beauties shower'd celestial grace:
His tale thus closed, from sympathy of grief, Not Helen, in her bridal charms array'd,
Palemon's bosom felt a sweet relief. Was half so lovely as this gentle maid.
The hapless bird, thus ravished from the skies, O soul of all my wishes! I replied,
Where all forlorn his loved companion flies, Can that soft fabric stem AMiction's tide!
In secret long bewails his cruel fate,
With fond remembrance of his winged mate:
Composed at length, his sadly warbling strain,
In sweet oblivion charms the sense of pain. Sooner this moment may th' eternal doom
Ye tender maids, in whose pathetic souls Palemon in the silent earth entomb!
Compassion's sucred stream impetuous rolls;
Ah! may no wand'rer of the faithless main
The fond effusions of their ardent love.
Now as the youths, returning o'er the plain,
First, with attention roused, Arion eyed
The graceful lover, form'd in Nature's pride. O cease to weep! this storm will yet decay,
His frame the happiest symmetry display'd;
And locks of waving gold his neck array'd;
With lighten'd heart he smiled serenely gay,
Not Cytherea from a fairer swain
Received her apple on the Trojan plain!
Now glanced obliquely o'er the woodland scene.
Blithe skipping o'er yon hill, the fleecy train
Join the deep chorus of the lowing plain :
The golden lime and orange there were seen,
To the green ocean roll with chiding wave.
While all above, a thousand liveries gay,
While yet the shades, on Time's eternal scale, The nervous crew their sweeping oars extend,
Now Morn, her lamp pale glimmering on the sight,
North-east the guardian isle of Standia lies, Or genial wine, awake the homely strain : And westward Freschin's woody capes arise. Then some the watch of night alternate keep, With winning postures, now the wanton sails The rest lie buried in oblivious sleep.
Spread all their snares to charm th’inconstant gales. Deep midnight now involves the livid skies, The swelling stud-sails* now their wings extend, While infant breezes from the shore arise. Then stay-sails sidelong to the breeze ascend : The waning moon, behind a watery shroud, While all to court the wandering breeze are placed ; Pale glimmer'd o'er the long-protracted cloud; With yards now thwarting, now obliquely braced. A mighty ring around her silver throne,
The dim horizon lowering vapours shroud,
The compass, placed to catch the rising ray,t
While Phæbus down the vertic circle glides. Whose summit trembles o'er the roaring deep, Now, seen on Ocean's utmost verge to swim, With painful step he climb'd; while far above He sweeps it vibrant with his nether limb. Sweet Anna charm’d them with the voice of love, Their sage experience thus explores the height Then sudden from the slippery height they fell, And polar distance of the source of light : While dreadful yawn'd beneath the jaws of hell.— Then through the chiliads triple maze they trace Amid this fearful trance, a thundering sound Th' analogy that proves the magnet's place. He hears-and thrice the hollow decks rebound. The wayward steel, to truth thus reconciled, Upstarting from his couch on deck he sprung ; No more th' attentive pilot's eye beguiled. Thrice with shrill note the boatswain's whistle rung. The natives, while the ship departs the land, All hands unmoor! proclaims a boisterous cry; Ashore with admiration gazing stand. All hands unmoor! the cavern'd rocks reply! Majestically slow, before the breeze, Roused from repose aloft the sailors swarm, In silent pomp she marches on the seas; And with their levers soon the windlass arm.* Her milk-white bottom cast a softer gleam, The order given, upspringing with a bound, While trembling through the green translucent They lodge the bars, and wheel their engine round; At every turn the clanging pauls resound. The wales, that close above in contrast shone, Uptorn reluctant from its oozy cave,
Clasp the long fabric with a jetty zone. The ponderous anchor rises o'er the wave: Britannia, riding awful on the prow, Along their slippery masts the yards ascend, Gazed o'er the vassal wave that rollid below : And high in air the canvass wings extend : Where'er she moved the vassal waves were seen Redoubling cords the lofty canvass guide, To yield obsequious and confess their queen. And through inextricable mazes glide.
Th' imperial trident graced her dexter hand, The lunar rays with long reflection gleam, Of power to rule the surge, like Moses' wand, To light the vessel o'er the silver stream: Along the glassy plain serene she glides,
means of ropes, extending from her fore part to one or While azure radiance trembles on her sides
more of the boats rowing before her. From east to north the transient breezes play,
Studding-sails are long, narrow sails, which are only And in th’ Egyptian quarter soon decay.
used in fine weather and fair winds, on the outside of A calm ensues; they dread th' adjacent shore ; the larger square sails. «Stay-sails are three-cornered The boats with rowers arm'd are sent before : sails, which are hoisted up on the stays, when the With cordage fasten'd to the lofty prow,
wind crosses the ship's course either directly or Aloof to sea the stately ship they tow.t
1 The operation of taking the suu's azimuth, in order
to discover the eastern or western variation of the mag. • The windlass is a sort of large roller, used to wind netic needle. in the cable, or heave up the anchor. It is turned about The walcs, here alluded to, are an assemblage of vertically by a number of long bars or levers; in strong planks which envelope the lower part of the ship’s which operation, it is prevented from recoiling, by the side, wherein they are broader and thicker than the rest, quls.
and appear somewhat like a range of hoops, which sepaTowing is the operation of drawing a ship forward, by rates the bottom froin the upper works.