In Rockets, 'till they reach the wond'rings Skies.
If Mortals e'er the Stygian Pow'rs cou'd bend,
Entreaties to their awful Seats I'd send.
But since no human Arts the Fates dissuade;
Direct me how to find bless'd Harvy's Shade.
In vain th' unhappy Ghost still urg'd his Stay;
Then rising from the Ground, he shew'd the Way.
Nigh the dull Shoar a shapeless Mountain stood,
That with a dreadful Frown survey'd the Flood.
Its fearful Brow no lively Greens put on,
No frisking Goats bound o'er the ridgy Stone.
To gain the Summit the bright Goddess try'd,
And Celsus follow'd, by degrees, his Guide.
Th' Ascent thus conquer'd, now they tow'r on high,
And taste th' Indulgence of a milder Sky.
Loose Breezes on their airy Pinions play,
Soft Infant Blossoms their chaste Odours pay,
And Roses blush their fragrant Lives away.
Cool Streams thro' flow'ry Meadows gently glide;
And as They pass, their painted Banks they chide.
These blissful Plains no Blights, nor Mildews fear,
The Flow'rs ne'er fade, and Shrubs are Myrtles here.
The Morn awakes the Tulip from her Bed;
E'er Noon in painted Pride she decks her Head:
Roab'd in rich Dye, she triumphs on the Green,
And ev'ry Flow'r does Homage to their Queen.
So when bright Venus rises from the Flood,
Around in Throngs the wond'ring Nereids crowd;
The Tritons gaze, and tune each vocal Shell,
And ev'ry Grace unsung the Waves conceal.
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The Delegate observes, with wond'ring Eyes,
Ambrosial Dews descend, and Incense rise.
Then hastens onward to the pensive Grove,
The silent Mansion of disastrous Love.
Here Jealousy with Jaundice Looks appears,
And broken Slumbers, and fantastick Fears.
The widow'd Turtle hangs her moulting Wings,
And to the Woods in mournful Murmurs sings.
No Winds but Sighs are there, no Floods but Tears,
Each conscious Tree a Tragick Signal bears.
Their wounded Bark records some broken Vow,
And Willow Garlands hang on ev'ry Bough.
Olivia here in Solitude he found,
Her down-cast Eyes fix'd on the silent Ground:
Her Dress neglected, and unbound her Hair,
She seem'd the mournful Image of Despair.
How lately did this celebrated Thing
Blaze in the Box, and sparkle in the Ring,
Till the Green-sickness and Love's Force betray'd
To Death's remorsless arms th' unhappy Maid.
All o'er confus'd the guilty Lover stood,
The Light forsook his Eyes, his Cheeks the Blood;
An Icy Horrour shiver'd in his Look,
As to the cold-complexion'd Nymph He spoke :
Tell me, dear Shade, from whence such anxious Care,
Your Looks disorder'd, and your Bosom bare?
Why thus you languish like a drooping Flow'r,
Crush'd by the weight of some unfriendly Show'r?
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Your languid Looks, your late ill Conduct tell;
O that instead of Trash you'd taken Steel!
Stabb'd with th' unkind Reproach, the Conscious Maid 270
Thus to her late insulting Lover said;
When Ladies listen not to loose Desire,
You stile our Modesty, our want of Fire.
Smile or Forbid, Encourage or Reprove,
You still find Reasons to believe we love :
Vainly you think a Liking we betray,
And never mean the peevish Things we say.
Few are the Fair Ones of Rusilla's Make,
Unask'd she grants, uninjur'd she'll forsake:
But sev'ral Caelia's, sev'ral Ages boast,
That like, where Reason recommends the most.
Where heav'nly Truth and Tenderness conspire,
Chaste Passion may persuade us to desire.
Your Sex, he cry'd, as Custom bids, behaves;
In Forms the Tyrant tyes such haughty Slaves.
To do nice Conduct Right, you Nature wrong;
Impulses are but weak, where Reason's strong.
Some want the Courage oft, but Few the Flame;
They like the Thing, that startle at the Name.
The lonely Phoenix, tho' profess'd a Nun,
Warms into Love, and kindles at the Sun.
Those Tales of spicy Urns and fragrant Fires,
Are but the Emblems of her scorch'd Desires.
Then as he strove to clasp the fleeting Fair, His empty Arms confess'd th' impassive Air. From his Embrace th' unbody'd Spectre flies, And as she mov'd, she chid him with her Eyes. 268 Your languid Looks, ] Your pale Complexion 1-3 || ill fehlt in 1—4 || tell, 1-3 269 Steel. 1 270-293 fehlen in 1-4 278-283 fehlen in 284 Custom, reply'd the Lover, is your Guide, 6 285 Discretion is but Fear, and Honour, Pride 289 the Courage, but how th' Assurance oft, but 294 Kein neuer Abschnitt 1-4 296 The umbody'd 1-4 297 She 6
They hasten now to that delightful Plain,
Where the glad Manes of the Bless'd remain :
Where Harvy gathers Simples to bestow,
Immortal Youth on Heroe's Shades below.
Soon as the bright Hygeia was in view,
The Venerable Sage her Presence knew.
Thus He
Hail, blooming Goddess! Thou propitious Pow'r,
Whose Blessings Mortals more than Life implore.
With so much Lustre your bright Looks endear,
That Cottages are Courts where Those appear.
Mankind, as you vouchsafe to Smile or Frown,
Finds Ease in Chains, or Anguish in a Crown.
With just Resentments and Contempt you see
The foul Dissentions of the Faculty;
How your sad sick'ning Art now hangs her Head,
And once a Science, is become a Trade.
Her Sons ne'er rifle her Mysterious Store,
But study Nature less, and Lucre more.
Not so when Rome to th' Epidaurian rais'd
A *Temple where devoted Incense blaz'd.
Oft Father Tyber views the holy Fire,
As the learn'd Son is worship't like the Sire.
The Sage with Romulus like Honours claim;
The Gift of Life and Laws were then the same.
* A Temple built at Rome, in the Island of Tyber, to Esculapius Son of Apollo.
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I show'd of old, how vital Currents glide,
And the Meanders of their refluent Tide.
Then, Willis, why spontaneous Actions here,
And whence involuntary Motions there:
And how the Spirits, by Mechanick Laws,
In wild Careers, tumultuous Riots cause.
Nor wou'd our Wharton, Bates and Glisson lye
In the Abyss of blind Obscurity.
But now such wondrous Searches are forborn,
And Paean's Art is by Division torn.
Then let your Charge attend, and I'll explain
How her lost Health your Science may regain.
Haste, and the matchless Atticus Address,
From Heav'n and great Nassau he has the Mace.
Th' oppress'd to his Asylum still repair;
Arts he supports, and Learning is his Care.
He softens the harsh Rigour of the Laws,
Blunts their keen Edge, and grinds their Harpy Claws; 340 And graciously he casts a pitying Eye
On the sad State of virtuous Poverty.
Whene'er he speaks, Heav'ns! how the list'ning Throng
Dwells on the melting Musick of his Tongue.
His Arguments are Emblems of his Mein,
Mild, but not faint; and forcing, tho' serene;
And when the Pow'r of Eloquence He'd try,
Here, Light'ning strikes you; there, soft Breezes sigh.
To him you must your sickly State refer,
Your Charter claims Him as your Visiter.
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