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Still as they pass, they court and smile on you, Take heed, fair Eve! you do not make
A marble one, so warm'd, would speak.
OR A PICTURE DRAWN IN THE DARK.
And yet a thousand captives make.
This gallant act may cancel all our rage, So we, in that accomplish'd mind,
Help'd by the night, new graces find,
While we converse with her, we mark
Fixt in our hearts, and conquers night.
There blushes, frowns, and cold disdain,
All that our passion might restrain,
Presents the fair idea kind.
Yet, friended by the night, we dare But bears them boldly on her wings away:
Only in whispers tell our care: So led the dame, and o'er the ocean bore
He, that on her his bold hand lays, Her princely barthen to the Gallic shore.
With Cupid's pointed arrows plays; Born in the storms of war, this royal fair,
They with a touch (they are so keen!) Produc'd like lightning in tempestuous air, Wound us unshot, and she unseen. Tuwch nor she flies her native isle (less kind, All near approaches threaten death, less fafe for her than either sea or wind!)
We may be shipwreck'd by her breath : Shall, when the blossom of her beauty's blown, Love, favour'd once with that sweet gale, See her great brother on the British throne : Doubles his haste, and fills his sail,
peace shall smile, and no dispute arise, Till be arrive where she must prove But sbich rules most, his sceptre, or her eyes. The haven, or the rock, of love.
So we th’ Arabian coast do know
By the rich odour taught to steer,
Though neither day nor stars appear.
PLAYING WITH A SNAKE.
PART OF THE
ShangE! that such horrour, and such grace,
as he his bliss did know,
4 King Charles II. 5 Æneas.
Beginning at verse 437.
Talesque miserrima fletus
And ending with
All this her weeping sister 6 does repeat
As, when loud winds a well-grown oak would rend She loudly calls, besprinkling all the room
A cake of leaven in her pious hands
Holds the devoted queen, and barefoot stands : No less on every side the hero prest,
One tender foot was bare, the other shod,
Which takes regard of ill-requited love!
Now was the time, when weary mortals steep Begins the light of cruel Heaven to hate.
Their careful temples in the dew of sleep: Her resolution to dispatch, and die,
On seas, on earth, and all that in them dwell, Confirm'd by many a horrid prodigy!
A death-like quiet and deep silence fell; The water, consecrate for sacrifice,
But not on Dido! whose untamed mind Appears all black to her amazed eyes;
Refus'd to be by sacred night confin'd: The wine to putrid blood converted flows,
A double passion in her breast does move, Which from her none, not her own sister, knows. Love, and fierce anger for neglected love. Besides, there stood, as sacred to her lord , Thus she afflicts her soul : What shall I do? A marble temple which she much ador'd,
With fate inverted, shall I humbly woo? With snowy fleeces and fresh garlands crown'd: And some proud prince, in wild Numidia born, Hence every night proceeds a dreadful sound; Pray to accept me, and forget my scorn? Her husband's voice invites her to his tomb, Or, shall I with th' ungrateful Trojan go, And dismal owls presage the ills to come.
Quit all my state, and wait upon my foe? Besides, the prophecies of wizards old
Is not enough, by sad experience! known Increas'd her terrour, and her fall foretold: The perjur'd race of false Laomedon? Scorn'd and deserted to herself she seems,
With my Sidonians shall I give them chase, And finds Æneas cruel in her dreams.
Bands hardly forced from their native place? So, to mad Pentheus, double Thebes appears, No:-die! and let this sword thy fury tame; And furies howl in his distemper'd ears.
Nought but thy blood can quench this guilty flame. Orestes so, with like distraction tost,
Ah, sister! vanquish'd with my passion, thou Is made to fly his mother's angry ghost.
Betray'dst me first, dispensing with my vow.
Such thoughts torment the queen's enraged breast,
To whom once more the son of Jove appeard; Beyond the land of Æthiopia lies
Thus seems to speak the youthful deity, The place where Atlas does support the skies: Voice, hair, and colour, all like Mercury. Hence came an old magician, that did keep
Fair Venus' seed! canst thou indulge thy sleep, Th’ Hesperian fruit, and made the dragon sleep: Nor better guard in such great danger keep? Her potent charms do troubled souls relieve, Mad, by neglect to lose so fair a wind! And, where she lists, makes calmest minds to grieve: If here thy ships the purple morning find, The course of rivers, and of heaven, can stop, Thou shalt behold this hostile harbour shine And call trees down from th' airy mountain's top. With a new fleet, and fires, to ruin thine: Witness, ye gods! and thou, my dearest part ! She meditates revenge, resolv'd to die ; How loth I am to tempt this guilty art.
Weigh anchor quickly, and her fury fly. Erect a pile, and on it let us place
This said, the god in shades of night retir'd. That bed, where I my ruin did embrace:
Amaz'd Æneas, with the warning fir'd, With all the relics of our impious guest,
Shakes off dull sleep, and rousing up his men, Arms, spoils, and presents, let the pile be drest; Behold! the gods command our flight again. (The knowing woman thus prescribes) that we Fall to your oars, and all your canvass spread : May rase the man out of our memory.
What god soe'er that thus vouchsafes to lead, Thus speaks the queen, but hides the fatal end We follow gladly, and thy will obey, For which she doth those sacred rites pretend. Assist us still, smoothing our happy way, Nor worse effects of grief her sister thought And make the rest propitious!--With that word, Would follow, than Sichæus' murder wrought; He cuts the cable with his shining sword : Therefore obeys her: and now, heaped high, Through all the navy doth like ardour reign, The cloven oaks and lofty pines do lie;
They quit the shore, and rush into the main: Hung all with wreaths and flowery garlands round; Plac'd on their banks, the lusty Trojans sweep So by herself was her own funeral crown'd! Neptune's smooth face, and cleave the yielding deep. Upon the top the Trojan's image lies, And his sharp sword, wherewith anon she dies. They by the altar stand, while with loose hair The magic prophetess begins her prayer:
ON THE PICTURE OF A FAIR YOUTH, On Chaos, Erebus, and all the gods, Which in th’ infernal shades have their abodes,
As gather'd flowers, while their wounds are new, & Sichæus.
Look gay and fresh, as on the stalk they grew,
TAKEN AFTER HE WAS DEAD.
BREDE OF DIVERS COLOURS...TO MY LORD PROTECTOR. 61 Torn from the root that nourish'd them a while Fame, swifter than your winged navy, flies (Not taking notice of their fate) they smile, Through every land, that near the ocean lies; And, in the hand which rudely pluck'd them, show Sounding your name, and telling dreadful news Fairer than those that to their autumn grow: To all that piracy and rapine use. So love and beauty still that visage grace; Death cannot fright them from their
wonted place. Might hope to lift her head above the rest :
With such a chief the meanest nation blest,
What may be thought impossible to do
Angels and we have this prerogative,
The bad with vengeance, and the good to aid.
Like that, amidst the boundless ocean set, Trice twenty slender virgin-fingers twine
Of her own growth bath all that nature craves, This curious web, where all their fancies shine:
And all that's rare, as tribute from the waves. As fature them, so they this shade have wrought, As Egypt does not on the clouds rely, Sort as their hands, and various as their thought. But to the Nile owes more than to the sky; Not Juno's bird, when, his fair train disspread, So, what our Earth, and what our Heaven, denies, He suces the female to his painted bed ;
Our ever-constant friend, the sea, supplies. No, not the bow, which so adorns the skies,
The taste of hot Arabia's spice we know,
Free from the scorching sun that makes it grows
And, without planting, drink of every vine.
To dig for wealth, we weary not our limbs ;
Gold, though the heaviest metal, hither swims. OF THE PRESENT GREATNESS, AND JOINT INTEREST, OF Ours is the harvest where the Indians mow,
We plough the deep, and reap what others sow. Wale with a strong, and yet a gentle, hand, Things of the noblest kind our own soil breeds; You bridle faction, and our hearts command, Stout are our men, and warlike are our steeds : Protect us from ourselves, and from the foe, Rome, though her eagle through the world had Make us unite, and make us conquer too: Could never make this island all her own. [flown, Let partial spirits still aloud complain,
Here the third Edward, and the Black Prince too, Think themselves injur'd that they cannot reign, France-conquering Henry fourish'd, and now you; And can no liberty, but where they may
For whom we stay'd, as did the Grecian state, Wabout control upon their fellows prey.
Till Alexander came to urge their fate. Above tbe waves as Neptune show'd his face, When for more worlds the Macedonian cry'd, To chide the winds, and save the Trojan race; He wist not Thetis in her lap did hide So has your highness, rais'd above the rest, Another yet: a world reserv'd for you, Surms of ambition, tossing us, represt.
To make more great than that he did subdue. Yoar drooping country, torn with civil hate, He safely might old troops to battle lead, Restor'd by you, is made a glorious state;
Against th' unwarlike Persian and the Mede, The seat of empire, where the Irish coine,
Whose hasty flight did, from a bloodless field, And the unwilling Scots, to fetch their doom. More spoils than honour to the victor yield. The sea's our own: and now, all nations greet, A race unconquer'd, by their clime made bold, With bending sails, each vessel of our fleet: The Caledonians, arm'd with want and cold, Year power extends as far as winds can blow, Have, by a fate indulgent to your fame, Or swelling sails upon the globe may go.
Been from all ages kept for you to tame. Heaven (that hath plac'd this island to give law, Whom the old Roman wall, so ill confin'd, To balance Europe, and her states to awe)
With a new chain of garrisons you bind : la this conjunction doth on Britain smile,
Here foreign gold no more shall make them come; The greatest leader, and the greatest isle ! Our English iron holds them fast at home. Whether this portion of the world were rent, They, that henceforth must be content to know By the rude ocean, from the continent,
No warmer region than their hills of snow, Or this created; it was sure design'd
May blame the sun; but must extol your grace, To be the sacred refuge of mankind.
Which in our senate hath allow'd thein place. Hither th’ oppressed shall henceforth resort, Prefer'd by conquest, happily o'erthrown, Justice to crave, and succour, at your court; Palling they rise, to be with us made one : And then your highness, not for ours alone, So kind dictators made, when they came home, But for the world's protector shall be known. Their vanquish'd foes free citizens of Rome.
HIS HIGHNESS AND THIS NATION.
OP OUR LATE
Like favour find the Irish, with like fate
You ! that had taught them to subdue their foes, Advanc'd to be a portion of our state ;
Could order teach, and their high spirits compose : While by your valour, and your bounteous mind, To every duty could their minds engage, Nations divided by the sea are join'd.
Provoke their courage, and coinmand their rage. Holland, to gain your friendship, is content So, when a lion shakes his dreadful mane, To be our out guard on the continent:
And angry grows, if he that first took pain She from her fellow-provinces would go,
To tame his youth, approach the haughty beast, Rather than hazard to have you her foe.
He bends to him, but frights away the rest.
And draw the image of our Mars in fight;
And mighty kingdoms by your conduct won; Tigers have courage, and the rugged bear, How, while you thunder'd, clouds of dust did choke But man alone can, whom he conquers, spare. Contending troops, and seas lay bid in smoke. To pardon, willing, and to punish, loth,
Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, You strike with one hand, but you heal with both ; And every conqueror creates a Muse: Lifting up all that prostrate lie, you grieve Here in low strains your milder deeds we sing ; You cannot make the dead again to live.
But there, my lord! we'll bays and olive bring When Fate or errour had our age misled,
To crown your head, while you in triumph ride And o'er this nation such confusion spread; O’er vanquish'd nations, and the sea beside; The only cure, which could from Heaven come down, While all your neighbour princes unto you, Was so much power and piety in one!
Like Joseph's sheaves, pay reverence and bow.
I'AR WITH SPAIN,
AND FIRST VICTORY AT SEA NEAR ST. LUCAR, 1651. And practise first over yourself to reign.
Now, for some ages, had the pride of Spain Your private life did a just pattern give,
Made the sun shine on half the world in vain, How fathers, husbands, pious sons, should live;
While she bid war to all, that durst supply Born to command, your princely virtues slept,
The place of those her cruelty made die. Like humble David's, while the flock he kept.
Of Nature's bounty men forbore to taste, But when your troubled country call'd you forth, And the best portion of the earth lay waste. Your flaming courage and your matchless worth, From the new world, her silver and her gold Dazzling the eyes of all that did pretend,
Came, like a tempest, to confound the old. To fierce contention gave a prosperous end. Feeding with these the brib'd electors' hopes, Still, as you rise, the state, exalted too,
Alone she gives us emperors and popes : Finds no distemper while 'tis chang'd by you ;
With these accomplishing her vast designs, Chang'd like the world's great scene ! when without Europe was shaken with her Indian mines. noise,
When Britain, looking with a just disdain The rising sun night's vulgar lights destroys.
Upon this gilded majesty of Spain,
And, knowing well that empire must decline,
Whose chief support and sinews are of coin,
To the rich troublers of the world's repose.
And now some months, incamping on the main, This Cæsar found; and that ungrateful age,
Our naval army had besieged Spain : With losing hinn, went back to blood and rage:
They, that the whole world's monarchy design'd, Mistaken Brutus thought to break their yoke,
Are to their ports by our bold fleet confin'd, But cut the bond of union with that stroke.
From whence our Red Cross they triumphant see, That sun once set, a thousand meaner stars
Riding without a rival on the sea. Gave a dim light to violence and wars;
Others may use the ocean as their road, To such a tempest as now threatens all,
Only the English make it their abode,
Whose ready sails with every wind can fly, Did not your mighty arm prevent the fall.
And make a covenant with th' inconstant sky: If Rome's great senate could not wield that sword, Our oaks secure, as if they there took root, Which of the conquer'd world had made them lord; We tread on billows with a steady foot. What hope had ours, while yet their power was new, Meanwhile, the Spaniards in America To rule victorious armies, but by you?
Near to the line the sun approaching saw,
DEATH OF THE LORD PROTECTOR... TO THE KING. 63 And hop'd their European coasts to find
And, their young foes endeavouring to retrieve, Cleard froin our ships by the autumnal wind : With greater hazard than they fought, they dive, Their huge capacious galteons, stuff'd with plate, With these returns victorious Montagu, The labouring winds drive slowly tow'rds their fate. With laurels in his hand, and half Peru. Before St. Lucar they their guns discharge, Let the brave generals divide that bough, To tell their joy, or to call forth a barge:
Our great protector hath such wreaths enough: This beard some ships of ours, (though out of view) His conquering head has no more room for bays. And, swift as eagles, to the quarry flew :
Then let it be, as the glad nation prays:
Arrir'd, they soon begin that tragic play, With ermin clad and purple, let him hold
A royal sceptre, made of Spanish gold.
DEATH OF THE LORD PROTECTOR. Tie ship their coffin, and the sea their grave ! We must resign! Heaven his great soul doth claim
Bold were the men which on the ocean first In storms, as loud as his immortal fame : Spread their new sails, when shipwreck was the His dying groans, his last breath shakes our isle ; worst:
And trees, uncut, fall for his funeral pile; More danger now from man alone we find,
About his palace their broad roots are tost Than from the rocks, the billows, or the wind. Into the air. So Romulus was lost ! They that had sail'd from near th' antarctic pole, New Rome in such a tempest miss'd her king, Their treasure safe, and all their vessels whole, And, from obeying, fell to worshipping. la sight of their dear country ruin'd be,
On Oeta's top thus Hercules lay dead, Without the guilt of either rock or sea!
With ruin'd oaks and pines about him spread. lihat they would spare, our fiercer art destroys, The poplar too, whose bough he wont to wear Surpassing storms in terrour and in noise.
On his victorious head, lay prostrate there.
Those his last fury from the mountain rent:
, Heaven in vain that kind retreat should sound: Ravish'd whole towns, and forts from Spaniards reft,
And part of Flanders hath receiv'd our yoke. What Earth, in her dark bowels, could not keep From civil broils he did us disengage, From greedy hands, lies safer in the deep, Found nobler objects for our martial rage, Where Thetis kindly does from mortals hide And, with wise conduct, to his country show'd Those seeds of luxury, debate, and pride.
The ancient way of conquering abroad. And now, into her lap the richest prize
Ungrateful then! if we no tears allow Fell, with the noblest of our enemies :
To him, that gave us peace and empire too. The marquis 9 (glad to see the fire destroy Princes, that fear'd him, grieve, concern'd to see Wealth, that prevailing foes were to enjoy) No pitch of glory from the grave is free. Out from his blaming ship his children sent,
Nature herself took notice of his death, To perish in a milder element:
And, sighing, swelld the sea with such a breath, Then laid him by his burning lady's side,
That, to remotest shores her billows roll’d,
TO THE KING,
UPON HIS MAJESTY'S HAPPY RETURN.
He knew what harm his hasty beams would do. Such noble pity in brave English minds,
But your full majesty at once breaks forth That the rich spoil forgot, their valour's prize) In the meridian of your reign. Your worth, All labour now to save their enemies.
Your youth, and all the splendour of your state, How frail our passions ! how soon changed are (Wrapp'd up, till now, in clouds of adverse fate!) Our wrath and fury to a friendly care!
With such a flood of light invade our eyes, They, that but now for honour and for plate And our spread hearts with so great joy surprise, Made the sea blush with blood, resign their hate,
That, if your grace incline that we should live,
You must not, sir! too hastily forgive. 9 Of Bajadoz.
Our guilt preserves us from th' excess of joy, ** All from this line was added after 1651. Which scatters spirits, and would life destroy.