With LESBIA's praise the strain shall glow; Wind, lovely Brook, thy murmuring way, If Zephyr should his breath deny, ELEGY. WRITTEN AT SEA. ON sapphire throne, o'er Heav'n's unnumber'd fires Calm are the seas, a favouring breeze transpires, Beyond th' horizon's bound the mind extends, Till Sympathy from brooding Memory's stores Hope's future dawn, and pants in vain for rest. What tho' the seas are calm, the skies serene, "Ev'n now perhaps from many a kindred eye My dubious fate compels the generous tear, "And ev'ry passing cloud that veils the sky "Chills some fond anxious breast with boding fear. "In my Love's bosom deeper sorrows roll, "Frantic with dread she sighs, implores, she raves; "Whilst Horror paints me, to her sickening soul, "Dash'd on a rock, or whelm'd beneath the waves." Father of Heav'n, whose power controls the storms, For Me,-whate'er thy sov'reign will shall doom, PHILEMON. AN ELEGY. WHERE shade yon yews the churchyard's lonely bourn, With faultering step, absorb'd in thought profound, PHILEMON Wends in solitude to mourn, While Evening pours her deep'ning glooms around. Loud shrieks the blast, the sleety torrent drives, For this the date that stampt his partner's doom; No sighs he breath'd, for anguish riv'd his breast, Her clay-cold hand he grasp'd, no tears he shed, "Till fainting nature sunk by grief oppress'd, And ere distraction came all sense was fled. Now time has calm'd, not cur'd PHILEMON'S WOe, For grief like his life-woven never dies; And still each year's collected sorrows flow, As drooping o'er his EMMA's tomb he sighs. |