Such was the maid, who, in the morn of youth,
In virgin innocence, in Nature's pride,

Bleft with each art which owes its charm to Truth,
Sunk in her father's fond embrace, and dy'd.

He weeps!-Oh venerate the holy tear!
Faiths lends her aid to ease Affliction's load;
The parent mourns his child upon her bier,
The Chriftian yields an Angel to his God.

[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 honours of the well difputed field;
When her firm phalanx, wedg'd in close array,
Prefs'd tow'rds the gaol, and turn'd the doubtful day.

The

The knight despair'd by open force to gain
Victorious laurels on the chequer'd plain :
And long revolv'd, within his wily breast,
What friendly pow'r would aid his conquest beft.
Diftrefs'd by doubt, and urg'd by deep defpair,
At length to Morpheus he addrefs'd his pray'r;
A gentle, harmless, inoffenfive pow'r,

And ne'er invok'd in fighting fields before.
He turn'd, obfervant to the fetting fun,
Thrice yawn'd, and his petition thus begun :

"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,
And her pale troops grew paler with affright;
While ardent Hope the conqu'ring bands o'erfpread.
With a new flush of more enliven'd red.

At length the Queen, the captiv'd Queen is loft,
And inftant fate o'erwhelms the scatter'd host..

So when Ulyffes, from the Trojan realm,
Ten weary nights had waken'd at the helm;
Just as his native fhore falutes his eyes,
And Ithaca's blue hills in profpect rife;
By Sleep's refiftlefs charms the chief oppress'd,
Exhaufted, finks to momentary rest,

Back o'er the bounding waves the veffel flew,
And tempeft tofs'd his shatter'd bark anew.

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,
I well could like to fport and play:
With J-rfey would the time beguile,
And laugh and titter, fneer and smile;
With B-v-rie I should like to fin,
With D I could only grin;
With C-1-fle wifdom's plan pursue,
With-M-I would nothing do;
To this vain town I'd bid adieu,
To pass my life, and think with Crewe!

THE

THE PLANETS--A COMPANION TO THE PLEIADES

WITH charming Cholmondeley well one might
Pass all the day and half the night;
From Montagu's more fertile mind,
Perpetual fource of pleasure find;
Of Tully's Latin, Homer's Greek,
With learn'd Carter I could speak:
While to politenefs, wit and sense,
Greville can teach indifference :
With grave Macauley I'd debate -
The means to fave a sinking state:
With Thrale converfe in pureft eafe
Of letters, life, and languages;
But if I dare to talk with Crewe,
My heart, my peace, my ease-adieu

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