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TEARS OF OLD MAY.DAY...JULIA'S PRINTED LETTER. 987 "Do morning suns in ruddier glory rise ? Does ev'ning fan her with serener gales ?

JULIA'S PRINTED LETTER Do clouds drop fatness from the wealthier skies, Or wantons plenty in her happier vales ?

TO LORD « Ah! no : the blunted beams of dawning light

-And darst thou then, insulting lord, demand Skirt the pale orient with uncertain day;

A friendly answer from this trembling hand? And Cynthia, riding on the car of night,

Perish the thought! shall this unguarded pen Through clouds embattled faintly wins her Still trust its frailties with the frauds of men. way.

To one, and one alone, again impart “Pale, immature, the blighted verdure springs, The soft effusions of a melting heart !

Nor mounting juices feed the swelling How'r; No more thy lips my tender page shall stain, Mute all the groves, nor Philomela sings And priut false kisses, dream't sincere in vain ;

When Silence listens at the midnight hour. No more thy eyes with sweet surprise pursue,' “ Nor wonder, man, that Nature's bashful face,

Love's secret mysteries there unveil'd to you.

Demand'st thou still an answer?-let it be
And op'ning charms her rude embraces fear :
Is she not sprung of April's wayward race,

An answer worthy vengeance, worthy me!The sickly daughter of th' unripen'd year?

Hear it in public characters relate

An ill starr'd passion, and capricious fate! “ With sbow'rs and sunshine in her fickle eyes, Yes, public let it stand ;-—to warn the maid With hollow smiles proclaiming treach'rous ' From her that fell, less vanquish'd, than betray'd: peace;

Guiltless, yet doom'd with guilty pangs to groan, With blushes, harb'ring in their thin disguise, And expiate other's treasons, not her own:

The blast that riots on the Spring's encrease. A race of shame in honour's paths to run, « Is this the fair invested with my spoil

Still virtue's follower, yet by vice undone ; By Europe's laws, and senates' stern com

Such free complaint to injur'd love belongs. mands?

Yes, tyrant, read, and know me by my wrongs ; Ungen'rous Europe, let me fly the soil,

Know thy own treacheries, bar'd to general view, And waft my treasures to a grateful land :

Yes, traitor, read, and reading tremble too!

What vice would perpetrate and fraud dis“ Again revive on Asia's drooping shore, I come to blaze it to a nation's eyes; (guise,

My Daphne's groves, or Lycia's ancient plain; I come-ah! wretch, thy swelling rage controul Again to Afric's sultry sands restore

“ Was he not once the idol of thy soul? Embow'ring shades, and Lybian Ammon's True,-by his guilt thy tortur'a bosom bleeds, fane :

Yet spare his blushes, for 'tis love that pleads !« Or haste to northern Zembla's savage coast, Respecting him, respect thy infant flame, There hush to silence elemental strife;

Proclaim the treason, hide the traitor's name! Brood o'er the region of eternal frost,

Enough to honour, and revenge be given, And swell her barren womb with heat and life. This truth reserve for conscience and for Hea.

ven!" «Then Britain”_here she ceas'd. Indignant grief,

Talk'st thou,ingrate,of friendship's holy powers! And parting pangs her fault'ring tongue sup- What binds the tiger and the lamb be ours !

prest: Veild in an amber cloud, she sought relief,

This cold, this frozen bosom, can'st thou dream

Senseless to love, will soften to esteem? And tears, and silent anguish told the rest.

What means thy proffer'd friendship ?-but to prove

[love Thou wilt not hate her, whom thou can'st not DEDICATION

Remember thee!-repeat that sound again!
My heart applauding echoes to the strain ;

Yes, till this beart forgets to beat, and grieve, TO THE REV. MR. WOODDESON, OF KINGSTON

Live there thy image-but detested live!UPON THAMES, AND

Still swell my rage-uncheck'd by time, or fate, NEIGHBOURHOOD.

Nor waken memory but to kindle hate ! O Thou who sit'st in academic schools,

Enter thy treacherous bosom, enter deep, Less teaching than inspiring ancient art, Hear conscience call, while fatt'ring passions Thy own example nobler than your rules, Thy blameless life best lesson for the heart. Impartial search, and tell thy boasted claim

To love's indulgence and to virtuous fame! And ye, who dwell in peaceful groves around, Whose voice, whose verse enchants, harmoni. Where harbour Honour, Justice, Faith, and

Truth,

[my youth : ous maids! Who mix the lyre with harps of Cambrian sound; Bright forms, whose dazzling semblance caught A mournful Muse, ah! shelter in your shades How could I doubt what fairest seem'd and best

Should build its mansion in a noble breast? Nor you she rivals nor such magic strain

How doubt such generous virtues lodg'd in thine As rescu'd Eloise from oblivion's sleep : That felt them glowing, tender maid, in mine? Enough, if one, the meekest of your train, Boast not of trophies from my fall achiev'd, Poor Julia ! cries, and turns aside to weep!- Boast not, deceiver, in this soul deceiv'd;

Easy the traitor wines an open heart,
Artless itself, and unsuspecting art:

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THE LADIES OF HIS

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Not hy superiour wiles, successful proves, Fierce and undaunted to a sex appears (tears ; But fond credulity in her that loves.

That breathes its vengeance but in sighs and Blush, shaineless grandeur, blush !--shall That helpless sex, by Nature's voice addrest Britain's peer,

To lean its weakness on your firmer breast, Daring all crimes, not dare to be sincere :- Protection pleads in vain-th'ungenerous slave His fraud in Virtue's fairest likeness paint,

Insults the virtue he was born to save. And hide his nobleness in base constraint.

What! shall the lightest promise lips can feigo What charms were mine to tempt thy guilty Bind man to man in honour's sacred chain ? fires !

[sires! And oaths to us not sanctify th' accord, What wealth, what honours from illustrious Not Heav'n attested, and Heav'n's awful Lord ? Can Virtue's siniple spoils adorn thy race ? Why various laws for beings form'd the same? Shall annals mark a village-maid's disgracc? Equal from one indulgent hand we came, Ev’n the sad secret, to thyself confin'd,

For mutual bliss that each assign'd its place, Sleeps, nor thou dar’st divulge it to mankind : With manly vigour temp’ring female grace. When bursting tears my inward anguish speak, Depriv'd our gentler intercourse, explain When paleness spreads my sometimes flushing Your solitary pleasures sullen reign; cheek,

What tender joys sit brooding o'er your store, When my frame trembles with convulsive strife, How sweet ambition slumbers gorg'd with gore ! And spirits futter on the verge of life,

'Tis our's th' unsocial passions to control, When to my heart the ebbing pulse is driv'n, Pour the glad balm that heals the wounded soul; And eyes throw faint aecusing beams to Heav'n, Prom wealth, from power's delusive, restless Still from the world those swelling sighs sup

dreams prest,

To lure your fancy to diviner themes.Those sorrows streaming in one faithful brcast; Confess at length your fancied rights you drav Explain to her, from others hide my care, From force superior, and not Nature's law, Thought nature's weakness, and not love's de- Yet know, by us those boasted arms prerail, spair,

By native gentleness, not man we fail; The sprightly youth in gloomy languor pine, With brave revenge a tyrant's blood to spill My portion misery, yet not triumph thine- Possessing all the power-we want the will. Ah! whence derives thy sex its barbarons powers Still if you glory in the lion's force, To spoil the sweetness of our virgin hours? Come, nobly emulate that lion's course! Why leave me not, where first I met your eye, From guarded herds he vindicates his prey, A simple power to bloom in shades, and die ?- - Not lurks in fraudful thickets from the day; Where sprightly morn on downy pinions rose, While man, with snares to cheat, with wiles And evening lullid me to a deep repose ?

perplex, Sharing pure joys, at least divine content, Weakens already weak too soft a sex; The choicest treasure for mere mortals meant. In law's, in eustom's, fashion's fetters binds, Ah! wherefore poisoning moments sweet as these, Relaxes all the nerves that brace our minds, Essay on me thy fatal arts to please ?

Then, lordly savage, rends the captive heart Destin'd, if prosperous, for sublimer charms, First gaind by treachery, then tam'd by art. To court proud wealth, and greatness to thy Are these refiections then that love inspires ? arms!

Is bitter grief the fruit of fair desires ? How many a brighter, many a fairer dame, From whose example could I dream to find Fond of her prize had fann'd thy fickle fame? A claim to curse, perhaps to wrong mankind ? With livelier moments sooth'd thy vacant mind?, Ah! long I strove to burst th' enchanting tie, Easy possess'd thee, easy too resign'd

And form'd resolves, that ev'n in forming die; Chang'd but her object, passion's willing slave, i Too long I linger'd on the shipwreck'd coast, Nor felt a wound to fester to the

grave

And ey'd the ocean where ny wealth was lost! Oh! had I, conscious of thy fierce desires, In silence wept, scarce venturing to complain, But half consenting, shar'd contagious fires, Still to my heart dissembled half my painBut half reluctant, heard thy vows explain'd, Ascrib'd my sufferings to its fears, not you; This vanquish'd heart had suffer'd, not com- Beheld you treacherous, and then wish'd you plain'd

true; But ah, vith tears and crouded sighs to sue Sootb’d by those wishes, by myself deceiv'd, Faise passion's dress in colours meant for true; I fondly hop'd, and what I hop'd believ'd.Artful assume confusion's sweet disguise, Cruel! to whom? ah! whither should I flee, Meet my coy virtues with dejected eyes, Friends, fortune, fame, deserted all for thee! Steal their sweet language that no words impart, On whom but you iny fainting breast repose ? And give me back an image of my heart, With whom but you deposit all its woes? 'This, this was treachery, fated best to share To whom but you explain its stifled groan? Hate from my bosom, and from thine despair — And live for whom, but love and you alone ? Yet unrelenting still the tyrant cries,

What hand to probe my bleeding heart be found? Heedless of pity's voice and beauty's sighs, What hand to heal ?—but his that gave the “ That pious frauds the wisest, best, approve,

wound? And Heaven but smiles at perjuries in love."- O dreadful chaos of the ruin'd mind! No--' is the villian's plea, bis poor pretence, Lost to itself, to virtue, buman kind' (wide, To seize a trembling prey, that wants defence, From Earth, from Heaven, a meteor flaming

No—'tis the base sensation cowards feel ; Link'd to no system, to no world allied ; The wretch that trembles at the brave man's A blank of Nature, vanish'd every thought steel,

That Nature, reason, that experience taught,

Past, present, future trace, alike destroy'd, Fated like me to court and curse thy fate,
Where love alone can fill the mighty void:

To blend in dreadful union love and hate ; That love on unreturning pinions flown

Chiding the present moment's slumb'ring haste, We grasp a shade, the noble substance gone

To dread the future, and deplore the past; From one ador'd and once adoring, dream

Like me condemn th' effect, the cause approve, Of friendship’s tenderness-ev'n cold esteem Renounce the lover, and retain the love, (Humble our vows) rejected with disdain,

Yes, Love! ev'n now in this ill-fated hour, Ask a last conference, but a parting strain,

An exile froin thy joys, I feel thy power. More supplian: still, the wretched suit advance, The Sun to me his noontide blaze that shrouds Plead for a look, a momentary glance,

In browner horrours than when reil'd in clouds, A letter, token--on destru tion's brink

The Moon, faint light that melancholy throws, We catch the secble plank of hope, and sink.

The streains that murinur, yet not court repose, In those dread moments, when the huv'ring The breezes sickening with my mind's disease, flaine

and vallies laughing to all eyes but these, Scarce languish'd into life, again you came, Procların thy absence, Lore, whose beam alone Pursued again a too successful theme,

Lizhted my morn with glories not its own. And dry'd my eyes, with your's again to stream;

O thuu of generous passions purest,

best! Whe, treach'rous tears your venial faults con- Soon as thy flame shot rapture to my brcast, fess'd,

Each pulse expanding, trembled with delight, And half dissembled, half excus'd the rest, And aching vision drank thy lovely light, To kindred griefs taught pity from my own,

A new creation brightened to my view, Sighis I return’d, and echoed groan for groan;

Nors'd in thy smiles the social passions grew, Your self reproaches stilling mine, approv'd, New strung, the thrilling ni'rves harmonious And much I crediled, for much I lov'd.

And beat sweet unison to others' woes, (rose, Not long the soul this doubtful dream pro- Slumb’ring no more a Lethe's lazy flood, longs,

la generous currents swell'd the sprightly blood, If prompt to pardon, nor forget its wrongs, No longer now to partial streams consin'l, It scorns the traitor, and with conscious pride Spread like an ocean, and embrac'd mankind, Scorns a base self, deserting to his side;

No more concentering in itself the blaze Great by misfortune, greater by despair,

The soul diffus'd benevolence's rays, Its Heaven once lost, rejects an humbler care; Kindled on Earth, pursued th' etberial road, To drink the dregs of languid joys disdains, In hallow'd flames ascended to its God.-And flies a passion but perceiv'd from pains; Yes, Love, thy star of generous influencecheers Too just the rights another claims to steal, Our gloomy dwelling in this vale of tears. Too good its feelings to wish virtue feel, What? if a tyrant's blasting hand destroys Perhaps too tender or too fierce, my soul Thy swelling blossoms of expected joys, Disclaiming half the heart, demands the whole.- Converts to poison what for life was given,

I blame thee not, that, fickle as thy race, Thy manna dropping from its native Heaven, New loves invite thee, and the old etlace; Still love victorious triumphs, stul contest That cold, insensible, thy soul appears

'The noblest transport that can warm the breast; To virtue's siniles, to virtue's very tears; Yes, traitor, yes, my heart to nature true, But ah! an heart whose tenderness you knew, Adores the passion and detests but you. That offer'd Heaven, but second vows to you, In fond presumption that securely play'd. Securely slumber'd in your friendly shadle, ON REBUILDING COMBE-NEVILLE, Whose every weakness, every sigh to share, The powers that haunt the perjur'd, heard you NEAR KINGSTON, SURREY, ONCE THE SEAT OP THB swear;

FAMOUS KING -MAKING EARL OF WARWICK, AND Was this an heart you wantonly resign'd

POSSESSION OF THE FAMILY OF Victim to scorn, to ruin, and mankind?

HARVEY.
Was this an heart:-O shame of honour, truth,
Of blushing caudour, and ingenuous youth !

Ye modem domes that rise elate
What means thy pity? what can it restore?

D'er yonder prostrate walls,
The grave, that yawns till general doom's no In vain your hope to match the state

Of Neville's ancient halls.
more,
As soon shall quicken, as my torments cease,

Dread mansion! on thy Gothic tower Rock'd on the lap of innocence and peace,

Were regal standards rais'd; As smiles and joy this pensive brow invade,

The rose of York, white virgin flower,
And smooth the traces by affliction made :

Or red Lancaster's blaz d.
Flames, once extinguish’d, virtue's lamp divine,
And visits honour, a deserted shrine?

Warwick, high chief, whose awful word
No, wretch, too long on passion's ocean tost,

Or shook, or fix'd the throne,
Not Heaven itself restores the good you lost s

Spread here his hospitable board,
The form exists not that thy fancy dream'd, Or warr'd in tilts alone.
A fiend pursues thee that an angel seem'd;
Impassive to the touch of reason's ray

When Combe her garter'd knights beheld.
His fairy phantom melts in clouds away;

On barbed steeds advance,
Yet take my pardon in my last farewell, Where ladies crown’d the tented fiel),
The wounds you gave, ah cruel! never feel ! And love inspir'd the lance.

VOL. XVI,

LATE

IN THE

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Historic heralds here array'd

Illustrious nations! Their's was empire's seat,
Fair acts in gorgeous style,

Their's virtue, freedom, each enchanting grace;
But heroes toils were best repay'd

Sculpture with them to bright perfection rose,
By bashful beauty's smile.-

Sculpture, whose bold Promethean hand inform'd

The stubborn mass with life-in fretted gold
So flourish'd Combe, and flourish'd long

Or yielding marble, to the raptur'deye
With lords of bounteous soul ;

Display'd the shining conclave of the skies,
Her walls still echoed to the song,

And chiefs and sages gave the passions form,
And mirth still drain'd her bowl.

And virtue shape corporeal : taught by her
And still her courts with footsteps meek

The obedient brass dissolvid;
The fainting traveller prest,

In love's soft fires thy winniug charms sbe stole,
Still misery flush'd her faded cheek

Thou mild retreating Medicean fair.
At Harvey's genial feast.

She mark'd the Nowing Dryads lighter step,

The panting bosom, garments flowing loose,
Lov'd seat, how oft, in childish ease,

And wanton tresses waving to the wind.--
Along thy woods I stray'd,

Again by Pomfret's generous care, these stores
Now vent'rous climb'd embow'ring trees,

Of ancient fame revisit Icarning's scats,
Now sported in their shade.

Their old abode. O rcverence learning's seats,

Ye beauteous arts! for know, by learning's
Along thy hills the chase I led

smiles
With echoing hounds and horns,

le grew immortal-Know, however fair
And left for thee my downy bed,

Sculpture and Painting, fairer Poetry,
Unplanted yet with thorns.

Your eldest sister, from the Aonian mount,
Now, languid with the noontide beams,

Imagination's fruitful realm, supply'd
Explor'd thy precious springs'

The rich material of your lovely soil.
That proudly flow, like Susa's streams,

Her fairy forms, poetic fancy first
To temper cups for kings.

Peopled the hills, and vales, and fabled grores

With shapes celestial, and by fountain side
But soon, inspir’d with nobler powers,

Saw fauns with wonton satyrs lead the dance
I sought thy awful grove;

With meek-ey'd naïads; saw your Cyprian
There frequent sooth'd my evening hours, Ascending from the ocean's ware;

(queen
That best deceiver, love.

Poctic fancy in Maonian song

Pictur'd immortal Jove, ere Phidias' hands
Each smiling joy was there, that springs Sublime with all his thunders form'd the god.
In life's delicious prime;

Here then uniting with your kindred art,
There young ambition plum'd his wings,

Vajestic Grecian sculpture deign to dwell,
And mock'd the flight of time.--

Here shadss of Academe again invite,
I'here patriot passions fir'd ny breast

Athenian philosophic shades, and here
With freedom's glowing themes,

Ye Roman forms, a nobler Tyber flows.
And virtue's image rose confest

Come, Pomfret, come, of rich munificence
In bright Platonic dreams.--

Partake the fame, though candid blushes rise,

And modest virtues shun the blaze of day.
Ah me! my dreams of harmless youth Pomfret, not all thy honours, splendid train,
No more thy walks invade,

Not the bright coronet that binds thy broff,
The charm is broke by suber truth,

Not all thy lovely offspring, radiant qiietus,
Thy fairy visions fade.

On beauty's throne, shall consecrate rhy praise
No more unstain’d with fear or guilt

Like science, boasting in thy genial beam
Such hours of rapture smile,

Increasing stores: in these embowering shades

Stands the fair tablet of eternal fame;
Each airy fabric fancy built
Is vanish'd as thy pile!

There memory's adamantine pen records
Her sons; but each ilustrious female's name
In golden characters engravid, defies

Envy and Tim'', superior to their rage.
ON LADY POMFRET'S

Pomfret shall live, the generous Pomfret join'd
With Caroline, and martial Edward's queen,
And great Eliza, regal names, like thee.
Smiling on arts and learning's sons they reign'd.-

And see where Westmorland adorns the traju
Welcome again the reign of ancient arts !

Of learning's princely patrons ! Lo, I see
Welcome fair modern days from Gothic night, A new pantheon rise as that of old
Though late, emerging, sun of sciente Chail!
Whose glorious rays enlightened Greece and i hough thine, Agrippå, sway'd the helm of

Famous, nor founded by ignobler havds;
Rome,

I see enshrin'd majestic awful forms, (Romne : · Hampton-Court palace is supplied with wa

Chiefs, legisla!ors, patriots, beauties, gods.

Not him by snperstitious fears ador'd ter from the springs en Combe Hills.

With barbarous sacrifice and frantic zeal,
2 « There Susa by Choapes' amber stream, Yet not uncelebrated vor upsung, for oft
The drink of none but kings."

Thou, slumb'ring Cupid, with inverted torch
Milton. Botokening mildest fires, shall bear the siglas

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Of virtuous, love-sick youths. You too shall Now sweetly pensive, bending o'er the stream, reign,

Mark the gay floating myriads, nor molest Celestial Venus, though with chaster rites, Their sports, their slumbers, but inglorious dream Addrest with vows from purer votaries heard. Of evil Aed and all creation blest?

Or else, beneath thy porch, in social joy

Sit and approve thy infant's virtuous haste,

Humanity's skeet tones while all employ
ON RURAL SPORTS.

To lure the wing'd domestics to repast!
The Sun wakes jocund-all of life, who breathe There smiling see a fop in swelling state,

The turkey strut with valour's red pretence, In air, or earth, and lawn, and thicket rove, Who swim the surface, or the deep beneath,

And duck row on with waddling honest gnit, Swell the full chorus of delight and love.

And goose mistake solemnity for sense!

While one with front erect in simple pride
But what are ye, who cheer the bay of hounds'
Whose levell’d thunder frightens Morn's repose' Now deal the copious barley, waft it wide,

Full firmly treads, his cousort waits liis call, Who drag the net, whose hook insidious wounds

That each may taste the bounty meant for all A writhing reptile, type of mightier woes?

Yon bashful songsters with retorted eye I see ye come, and havock loose the reins, Pursue the grain, yet wheel contracted night,

A general groan the general anguish speaks, , / While he, the bolder sparrow, scorns to fly, The stately stag falls butcher'd on the plains, dson of freedom claiming nature's right.

The dew of death bangs clammy on his cheeks. Liberal to him; yet still the wafted grain, Ah ! see the pheasant fluttering in the brake, Choicest for those of modest worth, dispense,

Green, azure, gold, but undistinguish'd gore! And blessing Heaven that wakes their grateful Yet spare the tenants of the silver lake!

strain, -I call in vain—they gasp upon the shore.

Let Heaven's best joy be thine, Bene volevce. A yet ignobler band is guarded round

While flocks soft bleatings, echoing high and With dogs of war--the spurning bull their

clear, prize ;

The neigh of steeds, responsive o'er the heath, And now he bellows, humbled to the ground; Deep lowings sweeter melt upon thy ear

And now they sprawl in howlings to the skies. Than screams of terrour and the groans of You too must feel their missile weapon's power,

death. Whose clarion charms the midnight's sullen Yet sounds of woe delight a giant brood :

Fly then mankind, ye young, ye helpless old I Thou the morn's harbinger, must mourn the hour For not their fury, a consuming food,

Vigil to fasts, and penitence, and prayer'. Distinguishes the shepherd, drowns the fold. Must fatal wars of human avarice wage But loosen once thy gripe, avenging law!

For milder conflicts, love their palm design'd? Eager on man, a noble chase, they start; Now sheath'd in steel, must rival reason's rage Now from a brother's side the dagger draw,

Deal mutual death, and emulate mankind ? Now sheath it deeper in a virgin's heart. Are these your sovereign joys, creation's lords? See as they reach ambition's purple fruits Is death a banquet for a godlike soul?

Their reeking hands in nation's carnage died ! Have rigid hearts no sympathising cbords No longer bathing in the blood of brutes,

For concord, order, for th' harmonious whole? They swim to empire in a human tide. Nor plead necessity, thou man of blood ! But see him, see the fiend that others stung, Heaven tempers power with mercy-Heaven With scorpion conscience lash himself the revere !

last ! Yet slay the wolf for safety, lamb for food; Sce, festering in the bosom where they sprung,

But shorten misery's pangs, and drop a tear! The fury passions that laid nature waste ! Ah! rather turn, and breath this evening gale' Lehold the self-tormentor drag his chains, Uninjur'd and uninjuring nature's peace.

And weary Heaven with many a fruitless Come, draw best nectar from the foaming pail,

groan ! Come, pen the fold, and count the stock's in- | By pining fasts, by voluntary pains, crease!

Revenging nature's cause, he pleads his own. See pasturing heifers with the bull, who wields Yet prostrate, suppliant to the throne above,

Yet budding horns, and wounds alone the soil! lle calls down Heaven in thunders to pursue Or see the panting spaniel try the fields

Heaven's fancied foes-O God of peace and Jorr, While bursting coveys mock his wanton toil ! The voice of thunder is no voice from you! Now feel the steed with youth's elastic force

Mistaken mortal ! 'tis that God's decree Spontaneous bound, yet bear thy kind con- To spare thy own, nor shed another's blood :

Heaven breathes benevolence, to all, to thee; Nor mangle all his sinews in the course,

Each being's bliss consummates general goode And fainting, staggering , lash him to the goal !

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