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O'erjoy'd, he saw her lovely eyes relent:
These o'er th' inferior naval train preside, The blushing maiden smiled with sweet consent. The course determine, or the commerce guide: Oft in the mazes of a neighbouring grove,
O'er all the rest, an undistinguish'd crew, Unheard, they breathed alternate vows of love : Her wing of deepest shade Oblivion drew. By fond society their passion grew,
A sullen languor still the skies opprest, Like the young blossom fed with vernal dew. And held th' unwilling ship in strong arrest. In evil hour th' officious tongue of Fame
High in his chariot glow'd the lamp of day, 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 veild 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 prevailid; 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 prevaild. Elysian vales salute their ravish'd eyes : The merchant, kindling then with proud disdain, Olive and cedar form'd a grateful shade, In look and voice assumed a harsher strain ; Where light with gay romantic error stray'd. In absence now his only hope remain'd,
The myrtles here with fond caresses twine; And such the stern decree his will ordain'd. There, rich with nectar, melts the pregnant vine. Deep anguish, while Palemon heard his doom, And lo! the stream renown'd in classic song, Drew o'er his lovely face a saddening gloom. Sad Lethe, 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, Still 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 supremeHis 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 hearis that unrelenting frosts congeal: He on the roaring wave embark'd once more. Yet sure, if right Palemon can divine, Ost, 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 suppress'd, 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, Recallid to memory by th' adjacent shore. Where Thames, slow-winding, rolls his ample tide. The scene thus present, and its story known, The lover sigh'd for sorrows not his own.
* The intelligent reader will readily discover, that these Thus, though a recent date their friendship bore,
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 side their passions seem'd to roll, 1669 ; being then considered as impregnable, and esteem 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 !
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 sear; There, struck with sweet surprise and silent awe, Joy distant still, and sorrow ever near! The gentle mistress of my hopes I saw:
Thus, while the pangs of thonght severer grew, There wounded first by Love's resistless arms, The western breezes innuspicious blew, My glowing bosom throbb’d with strange alarms. Hastening the moment of our last adieu. My ever charming Anna! who alone
The vessel parted on the falling tide; Can all the frowns of cruel fate atone;
Yet Time one sacred hour 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,
O bliss supreme! where Virtue's self can melt
And kindle sweet Affection's purest fire!
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, 0 ye Powers above!
Who hear the sad complaints of bleeding Love!
Alone can tell if he returns no more : The hovering anger yet thou may'st appease ;
Or if the hour of future joy remain, Go then, dear youth! nor tempt the faithless seas! Long-wish'd atonement of long-suffer'd pain! Find out some happier daughter of the town, Bid every guardian minister attend, With Fortune's fairer joys thy love to crown;
And from all ill the much-loved youth defend! Where smiling o'er thee with indulgent ray,
-With grief o'erwhelm’d, we parted twice in Prosperity shall hail each new-born day.
vain, Too well thou know’st good Albert's niggard 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 Amiction 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 bereft: 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:
Ilis 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, Canst thou, fair emblem of exalted Truth!
With fond remembrance of his winged mate: To Sorrow doom the summer of thy youth;
Till grown familiar with a foreign train, And I, perfidious! all that sweetness see
Composed at length, his sadly warbling strain, Consign'd to lasting misery for me?
In sweet oblivion charms the sense of pain. Sooner this moment may th' eternal doom
Ye tender maids, in whose pathetic souls Palemon in the silent earth entomb!
Compassion's sacred stream impetuous rolls; Attest, thou Moon, fair regent of the night! Whose warm affections exquisitely feel Whose lustre sickens at this mournful sight; The secret wound you tremble to reveal ! By all the pangs divided lovers feel,
Ah! may no wand'rer of the faithless main That sweet possession only knows to heal ! Pour through your breast the soft delicious bane! By all the horrors brooding o'er the deep!
May never fatal tenderness approve Where Fate and Ruin sad dominion keep;
The fond effusions of their ardent love. Though tyrant duty o'er me threat'ning stands, 0! warn'd by friendship's counsel, learn to shun And claims obedience to her stern commands; Tho fatal path where thousands are undone! Should Fortune cruel or auspicious prove,
Now as the youths, returning o'er the plain, Her smile or frown shall never change my love!
Approach'd the lonely margin of the main, My heart, that now must every joy resign,
First, with attention roused, Arion eyed Incapable of change, is only thine !
The graceful lover, form'd in Nature's pride. O cease to weep! this storm will yet decay,
His frame the happiest symmetry display'd; And these sad clouds of Sorrow melt away.
And locks of waving gold his neck array'd; While through the rugged path of life we go,
In every look the Paphian graces shine, All mortals taste the bitter draught of wo:
Soft-breathing o'er his cheek their bloom divine. The famed and great, decreed to equal pain,
With lighten'd heart he smiled serenely gay, Full ost in splendid wretchedness complain.
Like young Adonis or the son of May; For this Prosperity, with brighter ray,
Not Cytherea from a fairer swain In smiling contrast gilds our vital day.
Received her apple on the Trojan plain! Thou too, sweet maid !ere twice ten months are o'er The sun's bright orb, declining all serene, Shalt hail Palemon to his native shore,
Now glanced obliquely o'er the woodland scene. Where never Interest shall divide us more.
Creation smiles around; on every spray Her struggling soul, o'erwhelm'd with tender The warbling birds exalt their evening lay. grief
Blithe skipping o'er yon hill, the fleecy train Now found an interval of short relief;
Join the deep chorus of the lowing plain : So melts the surface of the frozen stream,
The golden lime and orange there were seen, Beneath the wintry sun's departing beam.
On fragrant branches of perpetual green. With warning haste the shades of night withdrew, The crystal streams, that velvet meadows lave, And gave the signal of a sad adieu !
To the green ocean roll with chiding wave. As on my neck th' affiicted maiden hung,
The glassy ocean, hush'd, forgets to roar, A thousand racking doubts her spirit wrung : But trembling murmurs on the sandy shore : She wept the terrors of the fearful wave,
And lo! his surface, lovely to behold, Too oft, alas! the wandering lover's grave! Glows in the west, a sea of living gold! With soft persuasion I dispell’d her fear,
While all above, a thousand liveries gay, And from her cheek beguiled the falling tear,
The skies with pomp ineffable array, While dying fondness languish'd in her eyes, Arabian sweets perfume the happy plains : She pour'd her soul to heaven in suppliant sighs- | Above, beneath, around, enchantment roigns!
While yet the shades, on Time's eternal scale, The nervous crew their sweeping oars extend, With long vibration deepen o'er the vale;
And pealing shouts the shore of Candia rend. While yet the songsters of the vocal grove, Success attends their skill; the danger's o'er : With dying numbers tune the soul to love; The port is doubled and beheld no more. With joyful eyes th' attentive master sees
Now Morn, her lamp pale glimmering on the sight, Th' auspicious omens of an eastern breeze, Scatter'd before her van reluctant Night. Now radiant Vesper leads the starry train, She comes not in refulgent pomp array'd, And Night slow draws her veil o'er land and main. But sternly frowning, wrapt in sullen shade. Round the charged bowl the sailors form a ring, Above incumbent vapours, Ida's height, By turns recount the wondrous tale, or sing ; Tremendous rock! emerges on the sight. As love or battle, hardships of the main,
North-east the guardian isle of Stapdia 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
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. AU 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 roll'd 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 walos, 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,
and appear somewhat like a range of hoops, which sepaTowing is the operation of drawing a ship forward, by rates the bottom from the upper works.