"Thy most rebellious fubjects then shall 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 vanish'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 hoft..

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 opprefs'd,
Exhaufted, finks to momentary rest,
Back o'er the bounding waves the veffel flew,
And tempeft tofs'd his fhatter'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 PLEIAD E S.

WITH Devon's girl fo blithe and gay,
I well could like to fport and play:
With J-rsey would the time beguile,
And laugh and titter, fneer and fmile;
With B-v-rie I should like to fin,
With D I could only grin ;
D-
With C-1-fle wifdom's plan pursue,
With-MI would nothing do;
To this vain town I'd bid adieu,
To pafs my life, and think with Crewe

THE

THE PLANETS-A COMPANION TO THE PLEIADES

WITH charming Cholmondeley well one might

Pafs 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 fenfe,
Greville can teach indifference:
With grave Macauley I'd debate -
The means to fave a finking 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

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

Sweet fleep! that balmy comfort brings
Alike to beggars and defpotic kings;
I dreamt of peace I never felt before;
I dreamt my heart was lying on the floor.
I view'd it, ftrange to tell! with joyful eyes,
And, ftranger ftill, without the least surprise !
Elated with the fight, I fmiling fat,

Exulting o'er the victim at my feet;

But foon with words of anguifh thus addrefs'd This painful, fweet difturber of my breast: "Say, bufy, lively, trembling, hopping thing, "What new disaster haft thou now to bring, "To torture with thy fears my tender frame, "Who must for all her ills thee only blame? "Speak now, and tell me why, ungrateful guest, "For ten years past thou haft denied me rest? "That in my bosom thou waft nurs'd, 'tis true, "And with my life and with my stature grew. "At first so small were all thy wants, that I "Vainly imagin'd I could ne'er deny "Whate'er thy fancy afk'd.-Alas! but now "I find thy wants my ev'ry fense outgrow : "And ever having, ever wanting more, "A pow'r to please, to give, or to adore. "Say, why like other hearts doft thou not bear "With callous apathy each worldly care? "Why doft thou shriek at Envy's horrid cries? In thee Compaffion Hatred's place fupplies.

J

"Why not with malice treat malicious men ?
"Why ever pity where thou should'st condemn ?
"Why, at the hearing of a dismal tale,
"Doft thou with forrow turn my vifage pale?
"Why, when distress in any shape appears,
Doft thou diffolve my very foul in tears?
"Why in thy fecret folds is Friendship bred?
In other hearts its very name is dead.
"Why, if keen wit and learned fenfe draw nigh,
Doft thou with emulation beat fo high?
"And while approving wish to be approv❜d,
"And when you love with more to be belov❜d?
Why not, in cold indiff'rence ever clad,
"Alike unmov'd regard the good and bad?
Why dost thou waste my youthful bloom with care
"And facrifice myself, that I may fhare

"Distress in others? Why wilt thou adorn
Their days with roses, and leave me a thorn♪

But here I faw it heave an heavy figh, And thus, in sweetest founds it did reply:

"Ah! ceafe, Eliza ceafe thy speech unjust, Thine heart has e'er fulfill'd its facred trust, "And ever will its tender mansion serve, "Nor can it this reproach from thee deserve; "Against my dictates murm'ring have I found,

Which thus has laid me bleeding on the ground.

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