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UEEN of the human heart! at whose command
The swelling tides of mighty passion rise;
From the gay scenes of pride
Do thou his footsteps guide
yore, Young Shakespeare, Fancy's child, was taught his various lore.
So may his favour'd eye explore the source,
To few reveal'd, whence human sorrows charm:
As different strains controul
The movements of the soul,
Deep in the covert of a shadowy grove,
'Mid broken rocks where dalhing currents play, Dear to the penfive pleasures, dear to love,
And Damon's Muse, that breathes her melting lay,
This ardent prayer was made:
When, lo! the secret shade, As conscious of some heavenly presence, shookStrength, firmness, reafon, all my astonish'd foul forfook.
Ah! whither, goddess ! whither am I borne?
To what wild region's necromantick thore ? These panicks whence ? and why my bosom torn With sudden terrors never felt before?
Darkness in wraps me round,
White from the vast profound
Ha! what is he, whose fierce, indignant eye,
Denouncing vengeance, kindles into fame?
What can such rage provoke ?
His words their passage choak:
Protect me, Goddess! whence that fearful shriek
Of consternation? as grim Death had laid
Ah, see! besmear'd with gore,
Revenge ítands threat’ning o'er
Nor long the space--abandon'd to despair,
With eyes aghaft, or hopeless, fix'd on earth, This slave of passion rends his scatter'd hair,
Beats his fad breaft, and execrates his birth:
While torn within, he feels
The pangs of whips and wheels;
Before my wond'ring sense new phantoms dance,
And stamp their horrid shapes upon my brain ! A wretch with jealous brow, and eyes afkance, Feeds all in secret on his bosom pain.
Fond love, fierce hate, assail ;
Alternate they prevail:
The storm proceeds his changeful visage trace:
From rage to madnels ev'ry feature breaks.
His straw-invested head
Proclaims all reason fied ;
Yet, yet again !-a murd'rer's hand appears
Grasping a pointed dagger staind with blood! His look malignant chills with boding fears, That check the current of life's ebbing ilood.
In midnight's darkest clouds
The dreary miscreant Ihrouds
And hark! Ah, mercy! whence that hollow found ?
Why with strange horror starts my brifling hair? Earth opens wide ; and, from unhallow'd ground,
A pallid ghoft, flow-rising, iteals on air:
To where a mangled corse,
Expos'd without remorse,
• Was it for this,' he cries, with kindly shower
• Of daily gifts the traitor I caress'd ? • For this array'd him in the robe of power, • And lodg'd my royal secrets in his breaft?
• O kindness ill repay'd !
• To bare the murdering blade
Against my life !-- May Heav'n his gaiit explore, And to my suffering race their splendid rights reitore !
He said, and stalk'd away.-- Ah, Goddess ! cease « Thus with terrifick forms to rack
my brain; · These horrid phantoms shake the throne of Peace, • And Reafon calls her boasted powers in vain,
• 'l hen change thy magick wand,
Thy dreadful troops disband, • And gentler shapes, and softer scenes disclofe, • To melt the feeling heart, yet soothe it's tenderest woes!'
The fervent prayer was heard-With hideous sound,
Her ebon gates of darkness open flew ;
More mild enchantments rife;
New scenes salute my eyes ; Groves, fountains, bowers, and temples, grace the plain, And turtles coo around, and nightingales complain.
And every myrtie bower and cypress grove,
And every folemn temple teems with life; Here glows the scene with fond but hapless love,
There with the deeper woes of human ftrife.
around the lawn,
Behold that beauteous maid! her languid head,
Bends like a drooping lily charg'd with rain ;
Her bofom heaves with sighs,
To Heaven she lifts her eyes,
How strong the bands of Friendship : Yet, alas!
Behind yon mouldering tower with ivy crown'd,
What could such fury move !
What, but ill-fated love !
Can aught so deeply fway the generous mind
To mutual truth, as female trust in love?
By fair, but false pretence,
She loft her innocence;
Ah! who to pomp or grandeur would aspire ?
Kings are not rais'd above Misfortune's frown: Thạt form, fo graceful even in mean attire,
Sway'd once a fceptre, once luftain’d a crown,