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Supremely happy in th' awaken'd power
So pass'd their life, a clear united stream,
skies involves » In frowns of darkness, erer smiles on thee » With kind regard. O'er thee the secret shaft » That wastes at midnight, or th’undreaded liour » Of noon, Bies harmless; and that very voice , » Which thunders terror thro' the guilty heart, » With tongues of seraphs whispers peace to thine. » 'Tis safety to be near thee sure, and thus » To clasp perfection! » From his void embrace (Mysterious Heaven!) that moment to the ground, A blacken'd corse, was struck the beauteous maid. But who can paint the lover as he stood, Pierc'd by severe amazement, hating life, Speechless, and fix'd in all the death of woe! So, faint resemblance ! on the marble tomb, The well-dissembled mourner stooping stands, For ever silent, and for ever sad. THOMSON,
CIA P. XVI I.
Junio and Theana.
Soon as young reason dawn'd in Junio's breast ,
His father sent him from these genial isles ,
And shall not Hymen light his brightest torch For this delighted pair ? Ah!Juno knew His sire detested his THEANA's house! Thus duty, rererence , gratitude, conspir'd To check their happy union. He resolv'd ( And many à sigh that resolution cost ) To pass the time,
till death his sire removid In visiting old Europe's letter'd climes :
While she (and many a tear that parting drew) Embark'd , reluctant, for her native isle.
Tho' learned, curious, and tho' nobly bent With each rare talent to adorn his mind, His native land to serve ; no joys he found. Yet sprightly Gaul; yet Belgium, Saturn's reign; Yet Greece, of old the seat of every Muse, Of freedom, courage; yet Ausonia's clime, His steps explord; where painting, music's strains, Where arts, where laws, Philosophy's best child, With rival beauties his attention claim'd. To his just-judging, his instructed eye The all-perfect Medicean Venus seem'd A perfect semblance of his Indian fair : But when she spoke of love, her voice surpass'd The harmonious warblings of Italian song.
Twice one long year elapsd, when letters came, Which briefly told him of his father's death. Afflicted, filial, yet to Heav'n resign'd, Soon he reach'd Albion, and as soon embark'd, Eager to clasp the object of his love.
Blow, prosperous breezes! swiftly sail, thou Po ! Swist sail'd the Po, and happy breezes blew..
In Biscay's stormy seas an armed ship Of force superior, from loud Charente's wave Clapt them on board. The frighted flying crew Their colours strike; when dauntless Junio fired With noble indignation , kill'd the chief, Who on the bloody deck dealt slaughter round. The Gauls retreat; the Britons loud huzza ; And touch'd with shame, with emulation stung, So plied their cannon, plied their missile fires That soon in air the hapless Thunderer blew.
Blow, prosperous breezes ! swiftly sail, thou Po! May no more dang'rous fights retard thy way!
Soon Porto Santo's rocky heights they spy ,
The little nautilus, with purple pride
Tho' faster than the Tropic bird they flew ,
One eve (faint calms for many a day had rag'd) The winged dæmons of the tempest roseThunder, and rain, and lightning's awful power. She fled, could innocence, could beauty claim Exemption from the grave; th' etbereal bolt, That stretch'd her speechless ,. o'er her lovely head Had innocently rolld.
Meanwhile impatient Junio leap'd ashore, Regardless of the dæmons of the storm. Ah youth! what woes too great for man to bear, Are ready to burst on thee! Urge not so Thy flying courser. Soon THEANA's porch Receiv'd him; at his sight the ancient slaves Affrighted shriek, and to the chamber point; Confounded , yet unknowing what they meant, He enter'd hasty
Ah! what a sight for one who lov'd so well! All pale and cold, in every feature death, Theana lay; and yet a glimpse of joy Play'd on her face, while with faint faltering
voice, She thus address'd the youth, whom yet she knew:
« Welcome, my JUNIO, to thy native shore ! » Thy sight repays this summons of my fate; » Live, and live happy; sometimes think of me; » By night , by day, you still engag'd my care; » And next to God, you now my thoughts employ: » Accept of this-My little all I give ; » Would it were larger
Nature could no more; She look'd, embrac'd him, with a groan expired.
But say, what strains, what language can ex
press The thousand pangs, which tore the lover's breast ! Upon her breathless corse himself he threw, And to her clay-cold lips, with trembling haste, Ten thousand kisses gave. He strove to speak ; Nor words he found : he claspt her in his arms; He sigh'd, be swoond, look'd up, and died away.
One grave contains this hapless faithful pair! And still the Cane-isles tell their matchless love!
CH A P. X V II I.
Douglas to lord Randolph. My name is NORVAL: on the Grampian hills My father feeds his tlock; a frugal swain, Whose constant cares were to increase his store , And keep his only son , myself, at home. For I had heard of battles, and I long'd To follow to the field some warlike Lord : And Heaven soon granted what my
sire denied. This moon which rose last night, round as my
shield, llad not yet filled her horns, when, by her light, A band of fierce barbarians, from the hills, Rush'd like a torrent down upon the vale, Sweeping our flocks and herus. The shepherds fled For safety and for succour. I alone With bended bow and quiver full of arrows, Hover'd about the enemy,
and mark': The road he took, then hasted to my friends, Whom, with a troop of fifty chosen men, I met advancing. The pursuit I led, Till we overtook the spoil-encumber'd foe. We fought and conquerd. Ere a sword was drawn, An arrow from my bow had pierc'd the chief, Who wore that day the arıns which now I weara Returning home in triumph , I disdain I The shepherds' slathful life ; and having heard