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Celadon and Amelia.
Of innocence, and undissembling truth.
The enchanting hope and sympathetic glow, 1 Beamed from the mutual eye. Devoting all
To love, cach was to each a dearer self ;
So passed their life, a clear united stream,
1190 The tempest caught them on the tender walk, Heedless how far, and where its mazes strayed, While, with each other blest, creative love Still bade eternal Eden smile around. Presaging instant fate, her bosom heaved
1195 Unwonted sighs, and stealing oft a look
Of the big gloom, on CELADON her eye 16
Fell tearful, wetting her disordered cheek. In vain assuring love, and confidence In Heaven, repressed her fear ; it grew, and shook 1200 Her frame near dissolution. He perceived The unequal conflict, and as angels look On dying saints, his eyes compassion shed, With love illumined high. « Fear not,” he said, “ Sweet innocence! thou stranger to offence, 1203 “ And inward storm! He, who yon skies involves “ In frowns of darkness, ever smiles on thee “ With kind regard. O’er thee the secret shaft “ That wastes at midnight, or the undreaded hour “ Of noon, flies harmless : and that very voice, 1210 * Which thu nders terror through the guilty heart,
Amelia killed by Lightning.
“ With tongues of seraphs whispern peace to thinc. “ 'Tis safety to be near thee sure, and thus “ To clasp perfection !" From his void embrace, Mysterious Heaven ! that moment, to the ground, 1215 A blackened corse, was struck the beautcous maid. But who can paint the lover, as he stood, Pierced by severe amazement, hating life, Speechless, and fixed in all the death of woe! So, faint resemblance ! on the marble tomb, 1220 The well dissembled mourner stooping stands, For ever silent, and forever sad.
As from the face of heaven the shattered clouds Tumultuous rove, the interminable sky Sublimer swells, and o'er the world expands 1225 A purer azure. Through the lightened air A higher lustre and a clearer calm, Diffusive, tremble; while, as if in sign Of danger past, a glittering robe of joy, Set off abundant by the yellow ray,
1230 Invests the fields ; and nature smiles revived.
'Tis beauty all, and grateful song around, Joined to the low of kine, and numerous bleat Of flocks thick-nibbling through the clovered vale. And shall the hymn be marred by thankless Man, 1235 Most-favoured ; who with voice articulate Should lead the chorus of this lower world ? Shall he, so soon forgetful of the hand That hushed the thunder, and serenes the sky, Extinguished feel tbåt spark the tempest waked, 1240 That sense of powers exceeding far his own, Ere yet his feeble heart has lost its fears?
Cheered by the milder beam, the sprightly youth
Speeds to the well-known pool, whose crystal depth
124.5 Gazing the inverted landscape, half afraid . To meditate the blue profound below ;
Then plunges headlong down the circling flood.
1260 By the bold swimmer, in the swift illapse Of accident disastrous. Hence the limbs Knit into force ; and the same Roman arm, That rose"victorious o'er the conquered earth, First learned, while tender, to subdue the wave. 1265
Even, from the body's purity, the mind i Receives a secret sympathetic aid.
Close in the covert of an hazel copse, Where winded into pleasing solitudes Runs out the rambling dale, young Damon sat, 1270 Pensive, and pierced with love's delightful pangs. There to the stream that down the distant rocks Hoarse-murmuring fell, and plaintive breeze that played Among the bending willows, falsely he Of MUSIDORA's cruelty complained.
1275 Damon and Musidora,
She felt his flame ; but deep within her breast,
1285 Of mighty monarchs, then decided thine. For lo ! conducted by the laughing Loves, This cool retreat his MUSIDORA sought : Warm in her cheek the sultry season glowed ; And, robed in loose array, she came to bathe 1290 Her fervent limbs in the refreshing stream. What shall he do? In sweet confusion lost, And dubious flutterings, he awhile remained : A pure ingenuous elegance of soul, A delicate refinement, known to few,
1295 Perplexed his breast, and urged him to retire ; But love forbade. Ye prudes in virtue say, Say,
To ye severest, what would you have done ? Mean time this fairer nymph than ever blest Arcadian stream, with timid eye around
1300 The banks surveying, stripped her beauteous limbs, To taste the lucid coolness of the flood. Ah then ! not Paris on the piny top Of Ida, panted stronger, when aside The rival goddesses the veil divine
1305 Cast unconfined, and gave him all their charms, Than, Damon, thou ; as from the snowy leg,
And slender foot, the inverted silk she drew;
1330 Such maddening draughts of beauty to the soul, As for a while o'erwhelmed his raptured thought With luxury too daring. Checked at last, By love's respectful modesty, he deemed, The theft profane, if aught profane to love
1335 Can e'er be deemed ; and, struggling from the shade With headlong hurry fled : but first these lines, Traced by his ready pencil, on the bank With trembling hand be threw : “ Bathe on my fait,