Such was the maid, who, in the morn of youth, Bleft with each art which owes its charm to Truth, He weeps!-Oh venerate the holy tear! [These are the Verfes which the Monthly Reviewers fo justly regret were omitted in the published Col. lection of Mifs Aikin's Poems.] WHEN now the hostile maid refus'd to yield, The The knight despair'd by open force to gain And ne'er invok'd in fighting fields before. "O thou! whofe equal, mild, and grateful sway, "The wretched welcome, and the great obey, "If e'er, with murmur'd fpells of magic found, "I've fpread thy empire ev'n on holy ground, "Till drowfy vapours crept from pew to pew, "'Till all the nodding audience bow'd to you, "And hung their heads like flow'rs beneath the "dew ; "In conftant flumbers feal those hoftile eyes, "And let my troops th' unwary fee furprize. "My grateful hand to thee fhall confecrate "An ample folio, of ftupendous weight. "Words of fuch opiate virtue fhall compofe "The foporific, foft, lothean dose; "No mortal eye-lids fhall refift the charm, "No Dutchman's phlegm against its influence arm. "Thy "Thy most rebellious fubjects then fhall know "Thy pow'r, and to thy leaden fceptre bow!" He faid, when Morpheus from a cloud defcends, And o'er the female chief his wand extends; Then from her eye the martial ardour fled, And ev'ry project vanifh'd from her head. She yawns, the nods, no more o'erlooks the field, In leaden, deep, and death-like flumbers feal'd. Now, fcatter'd wide, her broken fquadrons fly, Nobles and pawns in wild diforder lie. Ruin fucceeds, confufion, fhameful flight, At length the Queen, the captiv'd Queen is loft, So when Ulyffes, from the Trojan realm, Back o'er the bounding waves the veffel flew, But But Morpheus, ever prone to raise th' opprefs'd, To foothe the fad, and fuccour the distress'd, Around the vanquish'd maid's inglorious head, With lenient care, his downy pinions spread; Plac'd her by rural groves and chrystal streams, And footh'd her fancy with aufpicious dreams. Cheer'd with fresh hopes, the veiws the morning light, And burns with ardour to renew the fight. THE PLEIADES. WITH Devon's girl fo blithe and gay, THE THE PLANETS--A COMPANION TO THE PLEIADES WITH charming Cholmondeley well one might LADY CRAVEN, ON DREAMING SHE SAW HER HEART AT HER FEET. SAID TO BE WRITTEN BY HERSELF. WHEN Nature, tir'd with thought, was funk to reft, And all my fenfes were by fleep poffefs'd, It has been likewife afcribed to Madame de Vaucluse, gouvernante to her Ladythip's children. Sweet |