HENRY
and
EMMA
,
A
POEM
,
Upon
the
Model
of
The
Nut-brown
Maid
.
To
CLOE
.
Thou
,
to
whose
Eyes
I
bend
;
at
whose
Command
,
(
Tho'
low
my
Voice
,
tho'
artless
be
my
Hand
)
I
take
the
sprightly
Reed
,
and
sing
,
and
play
;
Careless
of
what
the
cens'ring
World
may
say
:
Bright
Cloe
,
Object
of
my
constant
Vow
,
Wilt
thou
awhile
unbend
thy
serious
Brow
?
Wilt
thou
with
Pleasure
hear
Thy
Lover's
Strains
,
And
with
one
Heav'nly
Smile
o'erpay
His
Pains
?
No
longer
shall
the
Nut-brown
Maid
be
old
;
Tho'
since
her
Youth
three
hundred
Years
have
roll'd
.
At
Thy
Desire
,
She
shall
again
be
rais'd
;
And
her
reviving
Charms
in
lasting
Verse
be
prais'd
.
No
longer
Man
of
Woman
shall
complain
,
That
He
may
Love
,
and
not
be
Lov'd
again
:
That
We
in
vain
the
fickle
Sex
pursue
,
Who
change
the
Constant
Lover
for
the
New
.
Whatever
has
been
writ
,
whatever
said
Of
Female
Passion
feign'd
,
or
Faith
decay'd
;
Henceforth
shall
in
my
Verse
refuted
stand
,
Be
said
to
Winds
,
or
writ
upon
the
Sand
.
And
while
my
Notes
to
future
Times
proclaim
Unconquer'd
Love
,
and
ever-during
Flame
;
O
fairest
of
the
Sex
!
be
Thou
my
Muse
:
Deign
on
my
Work
thy
Influence
to
diffuse
.
Let
me
partake
the
Blessings
I
rehearse
;
And
grant
me
Love
,
the
just
Reward
of
Verse
.
As
Beauty's
Potent
Queen
,
with
ev'ry
Grace
That
once
was
Emma's
,
has
adorn'd
Thy
Face
;
And
as
Her
Son
has
to
My
Bosom
dealt
That
constant
Flame
,
which
faithful
Henry
felt
:
O
let
the
Story
with
Thy
Life
agree
;
Let
Men
once
more
the
bright
Example
see
;
What
Emma
was
to
Him
,
be
Thou
to
Me
.
Nor
send
Me
by
thy
Frown
from
Her
I
love
,
Distant
and
sad
,
a
banish'd
Man
to
rove
.
But
oh
!
with
Pity
long
intreated
Crown
My
Pains
and
Hopes
;
and
when
thou
say'st
that
One
Of
all
Mankind
thou
lov'st
;
Oh
!
think
on
Me
alone
.
Where
beauteous
Isis
and
her
Husband
Tame
With
mingl'd
Waves
,
for
ever
,
flow
the
Same
:
In
Times
of
Yore
,
an
antient
Baron
liv'd
;
Great
Gifts
bestow'd
,
and
great
Respect
receiv'd
.
When
dreadful
Edward
,
with
successful
Care
,
Led
his
free
Britons
to
the
Gallic
War
;
This
Lord
had
Headed
his
appointed
Bands
,
In
firm
Allegiance
to
his
King's
Commands
.
And
(
all
due
Honors
faithfully
discharg'd
)
Has
brought
back
his
Paternal
Coat
,
inlarg'd
With
a
new
Mark
,
the
Witness
of
his
Toil
;
And
no
inglorious
part
of
Foreign
Spoil
.
From
the
loud
Camp
retir'd
,
and
noisy
Court
,
In
Honorable
Ease
and
Rural
Sport
,
The
Remnant
of
his
Days
,
He
safely
past
;
Nor
found
they
Lagg'd
too
slow
,
nor
Flew
too
fast
.
He
made
his
Wish
with
his
Estate
comply
;
Joyful
to
Live
,
yet
not
afraid
to
Dye
.
One
Child
He
had
,
a
Daughter
chast
and
fair
;
His
Age's
Comfort
,
and
his
Fortune's
Heir
.
They
call'd
her
Emma
;
for
the
beauteous
Dame
Who
gave
the
Virgin
Birth
,
had
born
the
Name
.
The
Name
th'
indulgent
Father
doubly
lov'd
;
For
in
the
Child
the
Mother's
Charms
improv'd
.
Yet
,
as
when
little
,
round
his
Knees
She
plaid
;
He
call'd
her
oft
,
in
Sport
,
His
Nut-brown
Maid
:
The
Friends
and
Tenants
took
the
fondling
Word
;
(
As
still
they
please
,
who
imitate
their
Lord
)
Usage
confirm'd
what
Fancy
had
begun
:
The
mutual
Terms
around
the
Lands
were
known
;
And
Emma
and
the
Nut-Brown
Maid
were
One
.
As
with
her
Stature
,
still
her
Charms
encreas'd
;
Thro'
all
the
Isle
her
Beauty
was
confess'd
.
Oh
!
what
Perfections
must
that
Virgin
share
,
Who
Fairest
is
esteem'd
,
where
all
are
Fair
?
From
distant
Shires
repair
the
noble
Youth
,
And
find
,
Report
,
for
once
,
had
lessen'd
Truth
.
By
Wonder
first
,
and
then
by
Passion
mov'd
,
They
came
;
they
saw
;
they
marvell'd
;
and
they
lov'd
.
By
public
Praises
,
and
by
secret
Sighs
,
Each
own'd
the
gen'ral
Pow'r
of
Emma's
Eyes
.
In
Tilts
and
Turnaments
the
Valiant
strove
,
By
glorious
Deeds
,
to
purchase
Emma's
Love
.
In
gentle
Verse
,
the
Witty
told
their
Flame
,
And
grac'd
their
choicest
Songs
with
Emma's
Name
.
In
vain
they
Combated
,
in
vain
they
Writ
:
Useless
their
Strength
,
and
impotent
their
Wit
.
Great
Venus
only
must
direct
the
Dart
,
Which
else
will
never
reach
the
Fair
one's
Heart
;
Spight
of
th'
Attempts
of
Force
,
and
soft
Effects
of
Art
.
Great
Venus
must
prefer
the
happy
One
:
In
Henry's
Cause
Her
Favour
must
be
shown
:
And
Emma
,
of
Mankind
,
must
Love
but
Him
alone
.
While
These
,
in
Public
,
to
the
Castle
came
,
And
by
their
Grandeur
justify'd
their
Flame
:
More
secret
Ways
the
careful
Henry
takes
;
His
Squires
,
his
Arms
,
and
Equipage
forsakes
.
In
borrow'd
Name
,
and
false
Attire
,
array'd
,
Oft
He
finds
Means
to
see
the
beauteous
Maid
.
When
Emma
hunts
,
in
Huntsman's
Habit
drest
,
Henry
on
Foot
pursues
the
bounding
Beast
.
In
his
right
Hand
his
beachen
Pole
he
bears
:
And
graceful
at
his
Side
his
Horn
he
wears
.
Still
to
the
Glade
,
where
She
has
bent
her
Way
,
With
knowing
Skill
he
drives
the
future
Prey
.
Bids
her
decline
the
Hill
,
and
shun
the
Brake
;
And
shews
the
Path
her
Steed
may
safest
take
.
Directs
her
Spear
to
fix
the
glorious
Wound
;
Pleas'd
,
in
his
Toils
,
to
have
her
Triumph
Crown'd
:
And
blows
her
Praises
in
no
common
Sound
.
A
Falc'ner
Henry
is
,
when
Emma
Hawks
:
With
her
of
Tarsels
,
and
of
Lures
he
talks
.
Upon
his
Wrist
the
tow'ring
Merlin
stands
;
Practis'd
to
rise
,
and
stoop
,
at
her
Commands
.
And
when
Superior
now
the
Bird
has
flown
,
And
headlong
brought
the
tumbling
Quarry
down
:
With
humble
Rev'rence
he
accosts
the
Fair
;
And
with
the
honor'd
Feather
decks
her
Hair
.
Yet
still
,
as
from
the
sportive
Field
She
goes
,
His
down-cast
Eye
reveals
his
inward
Woes
.
And
by
his
Look
and
Sorrow
is
exprest
,
A
nobler
Game
pursu'd
,
than
Bird
or
Beast
.
A
Shepherd
now
along
the
Plain
he
roves
;
And
,
with
his
jolly
Pipe
,
delights
the
Groves
.
The
neighb'ring
Swains
around
the
Stranger
throng
,
Or
to
admire
,
or
emulate
his
Song
:
While
,
with
soft
Sorrow
,
he
renews
his
Lays
,
Nor
heedful
of
their
Envy
,
nor
their
Praise
.
But
soon
as
Emma's
Eyes
adorn
the
Plain
,
His
Notes
he
raises
to
a
nobler
Strain
;
With
dutiful
Respect
,
and
studious
Fear
,
Lest
any
careless
Sound
offend
her
Ear
.
A
frantick
Gipsey
,
now
the
House
He
haunts
,
And
in
wild
Phrases
,
speaks
dissembled
Wants
.
With
the
fond
Maids
in
Palmistry
he
deals
:
They
Tell
the
Secret
first
,
which
he
Reveals
:
Says
who
shall
Wed
,
and
who
shall
be
Beguil'd
;
What
Groom
shall
Get
,
and
Squire
maintain
the
Child
.
But
when
bright
Emma
wou'd
her
Fortune
know
;
A
softer
Look
unbends
his
op'ning
Brow
.
With
trembling
Awe
,
he
gazes
on
her
Eye
;
And
in
soft
Accents
,
forms
the
kind
Reply
;
That
She
shall
prove
as
Fortunate
as
Fair
,
And
Hymen's
choicest
Gifts
are
All
reserv'd
for
Her
.
Now
oft
had
Henry
chang'd
his
sly
Disguise
;
Unmark'd
by
all
,
but
beauteous
Emma's
Eyes
.
Oft
had
found
Means
alone
to
see
the
Dame
,
And
at
her
Feet
to
breath
his
am'rous
Flame
;
And
oft
,
the
Pangs
of
Absence
to
remove
By
Letters
,
soft
Interpreters
of
Love
:
'Till
Time
and
Industry
(
the
mighty
Two
That
bring
our
Wishes
nearer
to
our
View
)
Made
him
perceive
,
that
the
inclining
Fair
Receiv'd
his
Vows
with
no
reluctant
Ear
;
That
Venus
had
confirm'd
her
equal
Reign
,
And
dealt
to
Emma's
Heart
a
share
of
Henry's
Pain
.
While
Cupid
smil'd
,
by
kind
Occasion
bless'd
,
And
,
with
the
Secret
kept
,
the
Love
increas'd
;
The
am'rous
Youth
frequents
the
silent
Groves
;
And
much
He
meditates
;
for
much
He
loves
.
He
loves
:
'tis
true
;
and
is
belov'd
again
:
Great
are
his
Joys
:
but
will
they
long
remain
?
Emma
with
Smiles
receives
his
present
Flame
;
But
smiling
,
will
She
ever
be
the
same
?
Beautiful
Looks
are
rul'd
by
fickle
Minds
;
And
Summer
Seas
are
turn'd
by
sudden
Winds
.
Another
Love
may
gain
her
easie
Youth
:
Time
changes
Thought
;
and
Flatt'ry
conquers
Truth
.
O
impotent
Estate
of
human
Life
!
Where
Hope
and
Fear
maintain
eternal
Strife
:
Where
fleeting
Joy
does
lasting
Doubt
inspire
;
And
most
We
Question
,
what
We
most
Desire
.
Amongst
thy
various
Gifts
,
great
Heav'n
,
bestow
Our
Cup
of
Love
unmix'd
;
forbear
to
throw
Bitter
Ingredients
in
;
nor
pall
the
Draught
With
nauseous
Grief
:
for
our
ill-judging
Thought
Hardly
injoys
the
pleasurable
Taste
;
Or
deems
it
not
sincere
;
or
fears
it
cannot
last
.
With
Wishes
rais'd
,
with
Jealousies
opprest
(
Alternate
Tyrants
of
the
Human
Breast
)
By
one
great
Tryal
He
resolves
to
prove
The
Faith
of
Woman
,
and
the
Force
of
Love
.
If
scanning
Emma's
Virtues
,
He
may
find
That
beauteous
Frame
inclose
a
steady
Mind
;
He'll
fix
his
Hope
,
of
future
Joy
secure
;
And
live
a
Slave
to
Hymen's
happy
Pow'r
.
But
if
the
Fair
one
,
as
he
fears
,
is
frail
;
If
pois'd
aright
in
Reason's
equal
Scale
,
Light
fly
her
Merits
,
and
her
Faults
prevail
;
His
Mind
He
vows
to
free
from
am'rous
Care
,
The
latent
Mischief
from
his
Heart
to
tear
,
Resume
his
Azure
Arms
,
and
shine
again
in
War
.
South
of
the
Castle
,
in
a
verdant
Glade
,
A
spreading
Beach
extends
her
friendly
Shade
:
Here
oft
the
Nymph
His
breathing
Vows
had
heard
:
Here
oft
Her
Silence
had
Her
Heart
declar'd
.
As
active
Spring
awak'd
her
Infant
Buds
;
And
genial
Life
inform'd
the
verdant
Woods
;
Henry
,
in
Knots
involving
Emma's
Name
,
Had
half
express'd
,
and
half
conceal'd
his
Flame
Upon
This
Tree
:
and
as
the
tender
Mark
Grew
with
the
Year
,
and
widen'd
with
the
Bark
:
Venus
had
heard
the
Virgin's
soft
Address
,
That
,
as
the
Wound
,
the
Passion
might
increase
.
As
potent
Nature
shed
her
kindly
Show'rs
,
And
deck'd
the
various
Mead
with
op'ning
Flow'rs
;
Upon
This
Tree
the
Nymph's
obliging
Care
Had
left
a
frequent
Wreath
for
Henry's
Hair
:
Which
as
with
gay
Delight
the
Lover
found
;
Pleas'd
with
his
Conquest
,
with
her
Present
crown'd
,
Glorious
thro'
all
the
Plains
He
oft
had
gone
,
And
to
each
Swain
the
Mystic
Honor
shown
;
The
Gift
still
prais'd
,
the
Giver
still
unknown
.
His
secret
Note
the
troubled
Henry
writes
,
To
the
known
Tree
the
Lovely
Maid
invites
:
Imperfect
Words
and
dubious
Terms
express
,
That
unforeseen
Mischance
disturb'd
his
Peace
;
That
He
must
something
to
Her
Ear
commend
,
On
which
Her
Conduct
,
and
His
Life
depend
.
Soon
as
the
Fair
one
had
the
Note
receiv'd
;
The
remnant
of
the
Day
alone
She
griev'd
:
For
diff'rent
This
from
ev'ry
former
Note
,
Which
Venus
dictated
,
and
Henry
wrote
;
Which
told
her
all
his
future
Hopes
were
laid
On
the
dear
Bosom
of
his
Nut-brown
Maid
;
Which
always
bless'd
her
Eyes
,
and
own'd
her
Pow'r
;
And
bid
her
oft
Adieu
,
yet
added
more
.
Now
Night
advanc'd
.
The
House
in
Sleep
were
laid
,
The
Nurse
experienc'd
,
and
the
prying
Maid
;
And
last
That
Sprite
,
which
does
incessant
haunt
The
Lover's
Steps
,
the
ancient
Maiden
Aunt
.
To
her
dear
Henry
Emma
wings
her
Way
,
With
quicken'd
Pace
repairing
forc'd
Delay
.
For
Love
,
fantastic
Pow'r
,
that
is
afraid
To
stir
abroad
'till
Watchfulness
be
laid
;
Undaunted
then
,
o'er
Cliffs
and
Valleys
strays
;
And
leads
his
Vot'ries
safe
thro'
pathless
Ways
.
Not
Argus
with
his
hundred
Eyes
shall
find
,
Where
Cupid
goes
;
tho'
He
poor
Guide
is
blind
.
The
Maiden
first
arriving
,
sent
her
Eye
,
To
ask
,
if
yet
it's
Chief
Delight
were
nigh
:
With
Fear
,
and
with
Desire
,
with
Joy
,
and
Pain
She
sees
,
and
runs
to
meet
Him
on
the
Plain
.
But
oh
!
his
Steps
proclaim
no
Lover's
Haste
:
On
the
low
Ground
his
fix'd
Regards
are
cast
:
His
artful
Bosom
heaves
dissembl'd
Sighs
;
And
Tears
suborn'd
fall
copious
from
his
Eyes
.
With
Ease
,
alas
!
we
Credit
what
we
Love
:
His
painted
Grief
does
real
Sorrow
move
In
the
afflicted
Fair
;
Adown
her
Cheek
Trickling
the
genuine
Tears
their
Current
break
.
Attentive
stood
the
mournful
Nymph
:
the
Man
Broke
Silence
first
:
the
Tale
alternate
ran
.
HENRY
.
Sincere
O
tell
me
,
hast
thou
felt
a
Pain
,
Emma
,
beyond
what
Woman
knows
to
feign
?
Has
Thy
uncertain
Bosom
ever
strove
With
the
first
Tumults
of
a
real
Love
?
Hast
Thou
now
dreaded
,
and
now
blest
his
Sway
;
By
turns
averse
,
and
joyful
to
obey
?
Thy
Virgin
Softness
hast
Thou
e'er
bewail'd
,
As
Reason
yielded
,
and
as
Love
prevail'd
?
And
wept
the
potent
God's
resistless
Dart
,
His
killing
Pleasure
,
his
Ecstatic
Smart
,
And
heav'nly
Poison
thrilling
thro'
thy
Heart
?
If
so
,
with
Pity
view
my
wretched
State
;
At
least
deplore
,
and
then
forget
my
Fate
:
To
some
more
happy
Knight
reserve
thy
Charms
,
By
Fortune
favor'd
,
and
successful
Arms
:
And
only
,
as
the
Sun's
revolving
Ray
Brings
back
each
Year
this
melancholy
Day
;
Permit
one
Sigh
,
and
set
apart
one
Tear
,
To
an
abandon'd
Exile's
endless
Care
.
For
Me
,
alas
!
Out-cast
of
Human
Race
,
Love's
Anger
only
waits
,
and
dire
Disgrace
:
For
lo
!
these
Hands
in
Murther
are
imbru'd
;
These
trembling
Feet
by
Justice
are
pursu'd
:
Fate
calls
aloud
,
and
hastens
me
away
;
A
shameful
Death
attends
my
longer
Stay
;
And
I
this
Night
must
fly
from
Thee
and
Love
,
Condemn'd
in
lonely
Woods
a
banish'd
Man
to
rove
.
EMMA
.
What
is
our
Bliss
,
that
changeth
with
the
Moon
;
And
Day
of
Life
,
that
darkens
e'er
'tis
Noon
?
What
is
true
Passion
,
if
unblest
it
dies
?
And
where
is
Emma's
Joy
,
if
Henry
flies
?
If
Love
,
alas
!
be
Pain
;
the
Pain
I
bear
,
No
Thought
can
figure
,
and
no
Tongue
declare
.
Ne'er
faithful
Woman
felt
,
nor
false
one
feign'd
The
Flames
,
which
long
have
in
my
Bosom
reign'd
:
The
God
of
Love
himself
inhabits
there
,
With
all
his
Rage
,
and
Dread
,
and
Grief
,
and
Care
,
His
Complement
of
Stores
,
and
total
War
.
O
!
cease
then
coldly
to
suspect
my
Love
;
And
let
my
Deed
,
at
least
,
my
Faith
approve
.
Alas
!
no
Youth
shall
my
Endearments
share
;
Nor
Day
nor
Night
shall
interrupt
my
Care
:
No
future
Story
shall
with
Truth
upbraid
The
cold
Indiff'rence
of
the
Nut-brown
Maid
:
Nor
to
hard
Banishment
shall
Henry
run
;
While
careless
Emma
sleeps
on
Beds
of
Down
.
View
Me
resolv'd
,
where-e'er
Thou
lead'st
,
to
go
,
Friend
to
thy
Pain
,
and
Partner
of
thy
Woe
:
For
I
attest
fair
Venus
,
and
her
Son
,
That
I
,
of
all
Mankind
,
will
love
but
Thee
alone
.
HENRY
.
Let
Prudence
yet
obstruct
Thy
vent'rous
Way
;
And
take
good
heed
,
what
Men
will
think
and
say
;
That
Beauteous
Emma
vagrant
Courses
took
;
Her
Father's
House
and
civil
Life
forsook
;
That
full
of
youthful
Blood
,
and
fond
of
Man
,
She
to
the
Wood-land
with
an
Exile
ran
.
Reflect
,
that
lessen'd
Fame
is
ne'er
regain'd
;
And
Virgin
Honor
once
,
is
always
stain'd
:
Timely
advis'd
,
the
coming
Evil
shun
:
Better
not
do
the
Deed
,
than
weep
it
done
.
No
Penance
can
absolve
our
guilty
Fame
;
Nor
Tears
,
that
wash
out
Sin
,
can
wash
out
Shame
.
Then
fly
the
sad
Effects
of
desp'rate
Love
;
And
leave
a
banish'd
Man
thro'
lonely
Woods
to
rove
.
EMMA
.
Let
Emma's
hapless
Case
be
falsely
told
By
the
rash
Young
,
or
the
ill-natur'd
Old
:
Let
ev'ry
Tongue
it's
various
Censures
chuse
,
Absolve
with
Coldness
,
or
with
Spight
accuse
:
Fair
Truth
,
at
last
,
her
radiant
Beams
will
raise
;
And
Malice
vanquish'd
heightens
Virtue's
Praise
.
Let
then
thy
Favour
but
indulge
my
Flight
;
O
!
let
my
Presence
make
thy
Travels
light
;
And
potent
Venus
shall
exalt
my
Name
Above
the
Rumors
of
censorious
Fame
:
Nor
from
that
busie
Demon's
restless
Pow'r
Will
ever
Emma
other
Grace
implore
,
Than
that
this
Truth
should
to
the
World
be
known
,
That
I
,
of
all
Mankind
,
have
lov'd
but
Thee
alone
.
HENRY
.
But
canst
Thou
wield
the
Sword
,
and
bend
the
Bow
?
With
active
Force
repel
the
sturdy
Foe
?
When
the
loud
Tumult
speaks
the
Battel
nigh
,
And
winged
Deaths
in
whistling
Arrows
fly
;
Wilt
Thou
,
tho'
wounded
,
yet
undaunted
stay
,
Perform
thy
Part
,
and
share
the
dangerous
Day
?
Then
,
as
thy
Strength
decays
,
thy
Heart
will
fail
;
Thy
Limbs
all
trembling
,
and
thy
Cheeks
all
pale
:
With
fruitless
Sorrow
Thou
,
inglorious
Maid
,
Wilt
weep
thy
Safety
by
thy
Love
betray'd
:
Then
to
thy
Friend
,
by
Foes
o'er-charg'd
,
deny
Thy
little
useless
Aid
,
and
Coward
fly
:
Then
wilt
thou
curse
the
Chance
that
made
Thee
love
A
banish'd
Man
,
condemn'd
in
lonely
Woods
to
rove
.
EMMA
.
With
fatal
Certainty
Thalestris
knew
To
send
the
Arrow
from
the
twanging
Yew
:
And
great
in
Arms
,
and
foremost
in
the
War
,
Bonduca
brandished
high
the
British
Spear
.
Could
Thirst
of
Vengeance
,
and
Desire
of
Fame
Excite
the
Female
Breast
with
Martial
Flame
?
And
shall
not
Love's
diviner
Pow'r
inspire
More
hardy
Virtue
,
and
more
gen'rous
Fire
?
Near
Thee
,
mistrust
not
,
constant
I'll
abide
,
And
fall
,
or
vanquish
,
fighting
by
thy
Side
.
Tho'
my
Inferior
Strength
may
not
allow
,
That
I
should
bear
,
or
draw
the
Warrior
Bow
;
With
ready
Hand
I
will
the
Shaft
supply
,
And
joy
to
see
thy
Victor
Arrows
fly
.
Touch'd
in
the
Battel
by
the
Hostile
Reed
,
Should'st
Thou
(
but
Heav'n
avert
it
!
)
should'st
Thou
bleed
;
To
stop
the
Wounds
my
finest
Lawn
I'd
tear
;
Wash
them
with
Tears
,
and
wipe
them
with
my
Hair
:
Blest
,
when
my
Dangers
and
my
Toils
have
shown
,
That
I
,
of
all
Mankind
,
could
love
but
Thee
alone
.
HENRY
.
But
canst
Thou
,
tender
Maid
,
canst
Thou
sustain
Afflictive
Want
,
or
Hunger's
pressing
Pain
?
Those
Limbs
,
in
Lawn
and
softest
Silk
array'd
,
From
Sun-beams
guarded
,
and
of
Winds
afraid
;
Can
they
bear
angry
Jove
?
Can
they
resist
The
parching
Dog-star
,
and
the
bleak
North-East
?
When
chill'd
by
adverse
Snows
,
and
beating
Rain
,
We
tread
with
weary
Steps
the
longsome
Plain
;
When
with
hard
Toil
We
seek
our
Ev'ning
Food
,
Berries
and
Acorns
,
from
the
neighb'ring
Wood
;
And
find
among
the
Cliffs
no
other
House
,
But
the
thin
Covert
of
some
gather'd
Boughs
;
Wilt
Thou
not
then
reluctant
send
thine
Eye
Around
the
dreary
Waste
;
and
weeping
try
(
Tho'
then
,
alas
!
that
Tryal
be
too
late
)
To
find
thy
Father's
Hospitable
Gate
,
And
Seats
,
where
Ease
and
Plenty
brooding
sate
?
Those
Seats
,
whence
long
excluded
Thou
must
mourn
:
That
Gate
,
for
ever
barr'd
to
thy
Return
:
Wilt
Thou
not
then
bewail
ill-fated
Love
,
And
hate
a
banish'd
Man
,
condemn'd
in
Woods
to
rove
?
EMMA
.
Thy
Rise
of
Fortune
did
I
only
wed
,
From
it's
Decline
determin'd
to
recede
?
Did
I
but
purpose
to
embark
with
Thee
,
On
the
smooth
Surface
of
a
Summer's
Sea
;
While
gentle
Zephyrs
play
in
prosp'rous
Gales
;
And
Fortune's
Favour
fills
the
swelling
Sails
:
But
would
forsake
the
Ship
,
and
make
the
Shoar
,
When
the
Winds
whistle
,
and
the
Tempests
roar
?
No
,
Henry
,
no
:
One
Sacred
Oath
has
ty'd
Our
Loves
;
One
Destiny
our
Life
shall
guide
;
Nor
Wild
,
nor
Deep
our
common
Way
divide
.
When
from
the
Cave
Thou
risest
with
the
Day
,
To
beat
the
Woods
,
and
rouse
the
bounding
Prey
;
The
Cave
with
Moss
and
Branches
I'll
adorn
,
And
chearful
sit
,
to
wait
my
Lord's
Return
.
And
when
Thou
frequent
bring'st
the
smitten
Deer
;
(
For
seldom
,
Archers
say
,
Thy
Arrows
err
)
I'll
fetch
quick
Fewel
from
the
neighb'ring
Wood
,
And
strike
the
sparkling
Flint
,
and
dress
the
Food
:
With
humble
Duty
and
officious
Haste
,
I'll
cull
the
furthest
Mead
for
Thy
Repast
:
The
choicest
Herbs
I
to
Thy
Board
will
bring
;
And
draw
Thy
Water
from
the
freshest
Spring
:
And
when
at
Night
with
weary
Toil
opprest
,
Soft
Slumbers
Thou
injoy'st
,
and
wholesome
Rest
;
Watchful
I'll
guard
Thee
,
and
with
Midnight
Pray'r
Weary
the
Gods
to
keep
Thee
in
their
Care
;
And
joyous
ask
,
at
Morn's
returning
Ray
,
If
Thou
hast
Health
,
and
I
may
bless
the
Day
.
My
Thought
shall
fix
,
my
latest
Wish
depend
On
Thee
,
Guide
,
Guardian
,
Kinsman
,
Father
,
Friend
:
By
all
these
sacred
Names
be
Henry
known
To
Emma's
Heart
:
and
grateful
let
Him
own
,
That
She
,
of
all
Mankind
,
could
love
but
Him
alone
.
HENRY
.
Vainly
thou
tell'st
Me
,
what
the
Woman's
Care
Shall
in
the
Wildness
of
the
Wood
prepare
:
Thou
,
e'er
thou
goest
,
unhapp'yest
of
thy
Kind
,
Must
leave
the
Habit
,
and
the
Sex
behind
.
No
longer
shall
thy
comely
Tresses
break
In
flowing
Ringlets
on
thy
snowy
Neck
;
Or
sit
behind
thy
Head
,
an
ample
Round
,
In
graceful
Breeds
with
various
Ribbon
bound
:
No
longer
shall
the
Boddice
,
aptly
lac'd
,
From
thy
full
Bosome
to
thy
slender
Waste
,
That
Air
and
Harmony
of
Shape
express
,
Fine
by
Degrees
,
and
beautifully
less
:
Nor
shall
thy
lower
Garments
artful
Pleat
,
From
thy
fair
Side
dependent
to
thy
Feet
,
Arm
their
chaste
Beauties
with
a
modest
Pride
,
And
double
ev'ry
Charm
they
seek
to
hide
.
Th'Ambrosial
Plenty
of
Thy
shining
Hair
Cropt
off
and
lost
,
scarce
lower
than
Thy
Ear
Shall
stand
uncouth
:
a
Horse-man's
Coat
shall
hide
Thy
taper
Shape
,
and
Comeliness
of
Side
:
The
short
Trunk-Hose
shall
show
Thy
Foot
and
Knee
Licentious
,
and
to
common
Eye-sight
free
:
And
with
a
bolder
Stride
,
and
looser
Air
,
Mingl'd
with
Men
,
a
Man
Thou
must
appear
.
Nor
Solitude
,
nor
gentle
Peace
of
Mind
,
Mistaken
Maid
,
shalt
Thou
in
Forests
find
:
'Tis
long
,
since
Cynthia
and
her
Train
were
there
;
Or
Guardian
Gods
made
Innocence
their
Care
.
Vagrants
and
Out-laws
shall
offend
Thy
View
;
For
such
must
be
my
Friends
;
a
hideous
Crew
,
By
adverse
Fortune
mix'd
in
Social
Ill
,
Train'd
to
assault
,
and
disciplin'd
to
kill
:
Their
common
Loves
,
a
lewd
abandon'd
Pack
,
The
Beadle's
Lash
still
flagrant
on
their
Back
;
By
Sloth
corrupted
,
by
Disorder
fed
,
Made
bold
by
Want
,
and
prostitute
for
Bread
:
With
such
must
Emma
hunt
the
tedious
Day
,
Assist
their
Violence
,
and
divide
their
Prey
:
With
such
She
must
return
at
setting
Light
,
Tho'
not
Partaker
,
Witness
of
their
Night
.
Thy
Ear
,
inur'd
to
charitable
Sounds
,
And
pitying
Love
,
must
feel
the
hateful
Wounds
Of
Jest
obscene
,
and
vulgar
Ribaldry
,
The
ill-bred
Question
,
and
the
lewd
Reply
;
Brought
by
long
Habitude
from
Bad
to
Worse
,
Must
hear
the
frequent
Oath
,
the
direful
Curse
,
That
latest
Weapon
of
the
Wretches
War
,
And
Blasphemy
,
sad
Comrade
of
Despair
.
Now
,
Emma
,
now
the
last
Reflection
make
,
What
Thou
would'st
follow
,
what
Thou
must
forsake
:
By
our
ill-omen'd
Stars
,
and
adverse
Heav'n
,
No
middle
Object
to
thy
Choice
is
given
.
Or
yield
thy
Virtue
,
to
attain
thy
Love
;
Or
leave
a
banish'd
Man
,
condemn'd
in
Woods
to
rove
.
EMMA
.
O
Grief
of
Heart
!
that
our
unhappy
Fates
Force
Thee
to
suffer
what
thy
Honor
hates
:
Mix
Thee
amongst
the
Bad
;
or
make
Thee
run
Too
near
the
Paths
,
which
Virtue
bids
Thee
shun
.
Yet
with
her
Henry
still
let
Emma
go
;
With
Him
abhor
the
Vice
,
but
share
the
Woe
:
And
sure
My
little
Heart
can
never
err
Amidst
the
worst
;
if
Henry
still
be
there
.
Our
outward
Act
is
prompted
from
within
;
And
from
the
Sinner's
Mind
proceeds
the
Sin
:
By
her
own
Choice
free
Virtue
is
approv'd
;
Nor
by
the
Force
of
outward
Objects
mov'd
.
Who
has
assay'd
no
Danger
,
gains
no
Praise
.
In
a
small
Isle
,
amidst
the
widest
Seas
,
Triumphant
Constancy
has
fix'd
her
Seat
:
In
vain
the
Syrens
sing
,
the
Tempests
beat
:
Their
Flatt'ry
She
rejects
,
nor
fears
their
Threat
.
For
Thee
alone
these
little
Charms
I
drest
;
Condemn'd
them
,
or
absolv'd
them
by
thy
Test
.
In
comely
Figure
rang'd
,
my
Jewels
shone
,
Or
negligently
plac'd
,
for
Thee
alone
:
For
Thee
again
they
shall
be
laid
aside
:
The
Woman
,
Henry
,
shall
put
off
her
Pride
For
Thee
:
my
Cloaths
,
my
Sex
exchang'd
for
Thee
,
I'll
mingle
with
the
People's
wretched
Lee
;
O
Line
extream
of
human
Infamy
!
Wanting
the
Scissors
,
with
these
Hands
I'll
tear
(
If
that
obstructs
my
Flight
)
this
load
of
Hair
.
Black
Soot
,
or
yellow
Walnut
shall
disgrace
This
little
Red
and
White
of
Emma's
Face
.
These
Nails
with
Scratches
shall
deform
my
Breast
,
Lest
by
my
Look
,
or
Color
be
express'd
The
Mark
of
ought
High-born
,
or
ever
better
dress'd
.
Yet
in
this
Commerce
,
under
this
Disguise
,
Let
Me
be
grateful
still
to
Henry's
Eyes
.
Lost
to
the
World
,
let
Me
to
Him
be
known
:
My
Fate
I
can
absolve
;
if
He
shall
own
,
That
leaving
all
Mankind
,
I
love
but
Him
alone
.
HENRY
.
O
wildest
Thought
of
an
abandon'd
Mind
!
Name
,
Habit
,
Parents
,
Woman
left
behind
,
Ev'n
Honor
dubious
,
Thou
preferr'st
to
go
Wild
to
the
Woods
with
Me
:
Said
Emma
so
?
Or
did
I
dream
what
Emma
never
said
?
O
guilty
Error
!
and
O
wretched
Maid
!
Whose
roving
Fancy
would
resolve
the
same
With
Him
,
who
next
should
tempt
her
easie
Fame
;
And
blow
with
empty
Words
the
susceptible
Flame
.
Now
why
should
doubtful
Terms
thy
Mind
perplex
?
Confess
thy
Frailty
,
and
avow
the
Sex
:
No
longer
loose
Desire
for
constant
Love
Mistake
;
but
say
,
'tis
Man
,
with
whom
Thou
long'st
to
rove
.
EMMA
.
Are
there
not
Poisons
,
Racks
,
and
Flames
,
and
Swords
;
That
Emma
thus
must
die
by
Henry's
Words
?
Yet
what
could
Swords
or
Poison
,
Racks
or
Flame
,
But
mangle
and
disjoint
this
brittle
Frame
?
More
fatal
Henry's
Words
;
they
murder
Emma's
Fame
.
And
fall
these
Sayings
from
that
gentle
Tongue
,
Where
civil
Speech
,
and
soft
Persuasion
hung
;
Whose
artful
Sweetness
and
harmonious
Strain
,
Courting
my
Grace
,
yet
courting
it
in
vain
,
Call'd
Sighs
,
and
Tears
,
and
Wishes
to
it's
Aid
;
And
,
whilst
it
Henry's
glowing
Flame
convey'd
,
Still
blam'd
the
Coldness
of
the
Nut-brown
Maid
?
Let
envious
Jealousie
,
and
canker'd
Spight
Produce
my
Action
to
severest
Light
,
And
tax
my
open
Day
,
or
secret
Night
.
Did
e'er
my
Tongue
speak
my
unguarded
Heart
The
least
inclin'd
to
play
the
Wanton's
Part
?
Did
e'er
my
Eye
One
inward
Thought
reveal
,
Which
Angels
might
not
hear
,
and
Virgins
tell
?
And
hast
Thou
,
Henry
,
in
my
Conduct
known
One
Fault
,
but
That
which
I
must
ever
own
,
That
I
,
of
all
Mankind
,
have
lov'd
but
Thee
alone
?
HENRY
.
Vainly
thou
talk'st
of
loving
Me
alone
:
Each
Man
is
Man
;
and
all
Our
Sex
is
One
.
False
are
our
Words
;
and
fickle
is
our
Mind
:
Nor
in
Love's
Ritual
can
We
ever
find
Vows
made
to
last
,
or
Promises
to
bind
.
By
Nature
prompted
,
and
for
Empire
made
,
Alike
by
Strength
or
Cunning
We
invade
:
When
arm'd
with
Rage
We
march
against
the
Foe
;
We
lift
the
Battel-Ax
,
and
draw
the
Bow
:
When
fir'd
with
Passion
We
attack
the
Fair
;
Delusive
Sighs
and
brittle
Vows
We
bear
:
Our
Falshood
and
our
Arms
have
equal
Use
;
As
they
our
Conquest
,
or
Delight
produce
.
The
foolish
Heart
Thou
gav'st
,
again
receive
,
The
only
Boon
departing
Love
can
give
.
To
be
less
Wretched
,
be
no
longer
True
:
What
strives
to
fly
Thee
,
why
should'st
Thou
pursue
?
Forget
the
Present
Flame
,
indulge
a
New
.
Single
the
loveliest
of
the
am'rous
Youth
;
Ask
for
his
Vow
;
but
hope
not
for
his
Truth
.
The
next
Man
(
and
the
next
Thou
shalt
believe
)
Will
pawn
his
Gods
,
intending
to
deceive
;
Will
kneel
,
implore
,
persist
,
o'ercome
,
and
leave
.
Hence
let
Thy
Cupid
aim
his
Arrows
right
;
Be
Wise
and
False
,
shun
Trouble
,
seek
Delight
,
Change
Thou
the
first
,
nor
wait
Thy
Lover's
Flight
.
Why
should'st
Thou
weep
?
let
Nature
judge
our
Case
:
I
saw
Thee
Young
,
and
Fair
;
pursu'd
the
Chase
Of
Youth
,
and
Beauty
:
I
another
saw
Fairer
,
and
Younger
:
yielding
to
the
Law
Of
our
all-ruling
Mother
,
I
pursu'd
More
Youth
,
more
Beauty
:
Blest
Vicissitude
!
My
active
Heart
still
keeps
it's
pristine
Flame
;
The
Object
alter'd
,
the
Desire
the
same
.
This
Younger
Fairer
pleads
her
rightful
Charms
:
With
present
Power
compels
me
to
her
Arms
.
And
much
I
fear
,
from
my
subjected
Mind
(
If
Beauty's
Force
to
constant
Love
can
bind
)
That
Years
may
roll
,
e'er
in
Her
turn
the
Maid
Shall
weep
the
Fury
of
my
Love
decay'd
;
And
weeping
follow
Me
,
as
Thou
dost
now
,
With
idle
Clamours
of
a
broken
Vow
.
Nor
can
the
wildness
of
thy
Wishes
err
So
wide
,
to
hope
that
Thou
may'st
live
with
Her
.
Love
,
well
Thou
know'st
,
no
Partnership
allows
:
Cupid
averse
rejects
divided
Vows
.
Then
from
thy
foolish
Heart
,
vain
Maid
,
remove
A
useless
Sorrow
,
and
an
ill-starr'd
Love
;
And
leave
me
,
with
the
Fair
,
at
large
in
Woods
to
rove
.
EMMA
.
Are
we
in
Life
thro'
one
great
Error
led
?
Is
each
Man
perjur'd
,
and
each
Nymph
betray'd
?
Of
the
Superior
Sex
art
Thou
the
worst
?
Am
I
of
Mine
the
most
compleatly
Curst
?
Yet
let
me
go
with
Thee
;
and
going
prove
,
From
what
I
will
endure
,
how
much
I
love
.
This
potent
Beauty
,
this
Triumphant
Fair
,
This
happy
Object
of
our
diff'rent
Care
,
Her
let
me
follow
;
Her
let
me
attend
,
A
Servant
:
(
She
may
scorn
the
Name
of
Friend
.
)
What
She
demands
,
incessant
I'll
prepare
:
I'll
weave
Her
Garlands
;
and
I'll
pleat
Her
Hair
:
My
busie
Diligence
shall
deck
Her
Board
;
(
For
there
,
at
least
,
I
may
approach
my
Lord
.
)
And
when
Her
Henry's
softer
Hours
advise
His
Servant's
Absence
;
with
dejected
Eyes
Far
I'll
recede
,
and
Sighs
forbid
to
rise
.
Yet
when
encreasing
Grief
brings
slow
Disease
;
And
ebbing
Life
,
on
Terms
severe
as
these
,
Will
have
it's
little
Lamp
no
longer
fed
;
When
Henry's
Mistress
shows
him
Emma
dead
;
Rescue
my
poor
Remains
from
vile
Neglect
:
With
Virgin
Honors
let
my
Herse
be
deckt
,
And
decent
Emblem
;
and
at
least
persuade
This
happy
Nymph
,
that
Emma
may
be
laid
,
Where
Thou
,
dear
Author
of
my
Death
,
where
She
With
frequent
Eye
my
Sepulchre
may
see
.
The
Nymph
amidst
her
Joys
may
haply
breath
One
pious
Sigh
,
reflecting
on
my
Death
,
And
the
sad
Fate
which
She
may
one
Day
prove
,
Who
hopes
from
Henry's
Vows
Eternal
Love
.
And
Thou
forsworn
,
Thou
cruel
,
as
Thou
art
,
If
Emma's
Image
ever
touch'd
thy
Heart
;
Thou
sure
must
give
one
Thought
,
and
drop
one
Tear
To
Her
,
whom
Love
abandon'd
to
Despair
;
To
Her
,
who
dying
,
on
the
wounded
Stone
Bid
it
in
lasting
Characters
be
known
,
That
,
of
Mankind
,
She
lov'd
but
Thee
alone
.
HENRY
.
Hear
,
solemn
Jove
;
and
,
conscious
Venus
,
hear
;
And
Thou
,
bright
Maid
,
believe
Me
,
whilst
I
swear
;
No
Time
,
no
Change
,
no
future
Flame
shall
move
The
well-plac'd
Basis
of
my
lasting
Love
.
O
Powerful
Virtue
!
O
Victorious
Fair
!
At
least
excuse
a
Tryal
too
severe
:
Receive
the
Triumph
,
and
forget
the
War
.
No
banish'd
Man
,
condemn'd
in
Woods
to
rove
,
Intreats
thy
Pardon
,
and
implores
thy
Love
:
No
perjur'd
Knight
desires
to
quit
thy
Arms
,
Fairest
Collection
of
thy
Sexe's
Charms
,
Crown
of
my
Love
,
and
Honor
of
my
Youth
:
Henry
,
thy
Henry
with
Eternal
Truth
,
As
Thou
may'st
wish
,
shall
all
his
Life
imploy
,
And
found
his
Glory
in
his
Emma's
Joy
.
In
Me
behold
the
Potent
Edgar's
Heir
,
Illustrious
Earl
:
Him
terrible
in
War
Let
Loyre
confess
;
for
She
has
felt
His
Sword
,
And
trembling
fled
before
the
British
Lord
.
Him
great
in
Peace
and
Wealth
fair
Deva
knows
;
For
she
amidst
his
spacious
Meadows
flows
;
Inclines
her
Urn
upon
his
fatten'd
Lands
;
And
sees
his
num'rous
Herd
imprint
her
Sands
.
And
Thou
,
my
Fair
,
my
Dove
,
shalt
raise
thy
Thought
To
Greatness
next
to
Empire
;
shalt
be
brought
With
solemn
Pomp
to
my
Paternal
Seat
;
Where
Peace
and
Plenty
on
Thy
Word
shall
wait
.
Music
and
Song
shall
wake
the
Marriage-Day
:
And
while
the
Priests
accuse
the
Bride's
Delay
;
Myrtles
and
Roses
shall
obstruct
Her
Way
.
Friendship
shall
still
Thy
Evening
Feasts
adorn
;
And
blooming
Peace
shall
ever
bless
Thy
Morn
.
Succeeding
Years
their
happy
Race
shall
run
;
And
Age
unheeded
by
Delight
come
on
;
While
yet
Superior
Love
shall
mock
his
Pow'r
:
And
when
old
Time
shall
turn
the
fated
Hour
,
Which
only
can
our
well-ty'd
Knot
unfold
,
What
rests
of
Both
,
One
Sepulchre
shall
hold
.
Hence
then
,
for
ever
,
from
my
Emma's
Breast
(
That
Heav'n
of
Softness
,
and
that
Seat
of
Rest
)
Ye
Doubts
and
Fears
,
and
All
that
know
to
move
Tormenting
Grief
,
and
All
that
trouble
Love
,
Scatter'd
by
Winds
recede
,
and
wild
in
Forests
rove
.
EMMA
.
O
Day
the
fairest
sure
that
ever
rose
!
Period
and
End
of
anxious
Emma's
Woes
!
Sire
of
her
Joy
,
and
Source
of
her
Delight
;
O
!
wing'd
with
Pleasure
take
thy
happy
Flight
,
And
give
each
future
Morn
a
Tincture
of
thy
White
.
Yet
tell
thy
Votary
,
potent
Queen
of
Love
,
Henry
,
my
Henry
,
will
He
never
rove
?
Will
He
be
ever
Kind
,
and
Just
,
and
Good
?
And
is
there
yet
no
Mistress
in
the
Wood
?
None
,
none
there
is
:
The
Thought
was
rash
and
vain
;
A
false
Idea
,
and
a
fancy'd
Pain
.
Doubt
shall
for
ever
quit
my
strengthen'd
Heart
,
And
anxious
Jealousie's
corroding
Smart
;
Nor
other
Inmate
shall
inhabit
there
,
But
soft
Belief
,
young
Joy
,
and
pleasing
Care
.
Hence
let
the
Tides
of
Plenty
ebb
and
flow
,
And
Fortune's
various
Gale
unheeded
blow
.
If
at
my
Feet
the
Suppliant
Goddess
stands
,
And
sheds
her
Treasure
with
unweary'd
Hands
;
Her
present
Favor
cautious
I'll
embrace
,
And
not
unthankful
use
the
proffer'd
Grace
:
If
She
reclaims
the
Temporary
Boon
,
And
tries
her
Pinions
,
flutt'ring
to
be
gone
;
Secure
of
Mind
I'll
obviate
her
Intent
,
And
unconcern'd
return
the
Goods
She
lent
.
Nor
Happiness
can
I
,
nor
Misery
feel
,
From
any
Turn
of
her
Fantastic
Wheel
:
Friendship's
great
Laws
,
and
Love's
superior
Pow'rs
Must
mark
the
Colour
of
my
future
Hours
.
From
the
Events
which
Thy
Commands
create
I
must
my
Blessings
or
my
Sorrows
date
;
And
Henry's
Will
must
dictate
Emma's
Fate
.
Yet
while
with
close
Delight
and
inward
Pride
(
Which
from
the
World
my
careful
Soul
shall
hide
)
I
see
Thee
,
Lord
and
End
of
my
Desire
,
Exalted
high
as
Virtue
can
require
;
With
Pow'r
invested
,
and
with
Pleasure
chear'd
;
Sought
by
the
Good
,
by
the
Oppressor
fear'd
;
Loaded
and
blest
with
all
the
affluent
Store
,
Which
human
Vows
at
smoaking
Shrines
implore
;
Grateful
and
humble
grant
Me
to
employ
My
Life
,
subservient
only
to
thy
Joy
;
And
at
my
Death
to
bless
thy
Kindness
shown
To
Her
,
who
of
Mankind
could
love
but
Thee
alone
.
While
thus
the
constant
Pair
alternate
said
,
Joyful
above
them
and
around
them
play'd
Angels
and
sportive
Loves
,
a
numerous
Crowd
;
Smiling
They
clapt
their
Wings
,
and
low
They
bow'd
:
They
tumbled
all
their
little
Quivers
o'er
,
To
chuse
propitious
Shafts
;
a
precious
Store
:
That
when
their
God
should
take
his
future
Darts
,
To
strike
(
however
rarely
)
constant
Hearts
,
His
happy
Skill
might
proper
Arms
imploy
,
All
tipt
with
Pleasure
,
and
all
wing'd
with
Joy
:
And
Those
,
They
vow'd
,
whose
Lives
should
imitate
These
Lovers
Constancy
,
should
share
their
Fate
.
The
Queen
of
Beauty
stop'd
her
bridled
Doves
;
Approv'd
the
little
Labour
of
the
Loves
;
Was
proud
and
pleas'd
the
mutual
Vow
to
hear
;
And
to
the
Triumph
call'd
the
God
of
War
:
Soon
as
She
calls
,
the
God
is
always
near
.
Now
Mars
,
she
said
,
let
Fame
exalt
her
Voice
;
Nor
let
thy
Conquests
only
be
her
Choice
:
But
when
She
sings
great
Edward
from
the
Field
Return'd
,
the
Hostile
Spear
and
Captive
Shield
In
Concord's
Temple
hung
,
and
Gallia
taught
to
yield
.
And
when
,
as
prudent
Saturn
shall
compleat
The
Years
design'd
to
perfect
Britain's
State
,
The
swift-wing'd
Power
shall
take
her
Trump
again
,
To
sing
Her
Fav'rite
Anna's
wond'rous
Reign
;
To
recollect
unweary'd
Marlbrô's
Toils
,
Old
Rufus'
Hall
unequal
to
his
Spoils
;
The
British
Soldier
from
his
high
Command
Glorious
,
and
Gaul
thrice
Vanquish'd
by
his
Hand
:
Let
Her
at
least
perform
what
I
desire
;
With
second
Breath
the
Vocal
Brass
inspire
:
And
tell
the
Nations
in
no
Vulgar
Strain
,
What
Wars
I
manage
,
and
what
Wreaths
I
gain
.
And
when
Thy
Tumults
and
Thy
Fights
are
past
,
And
when
Thy
Lawrels
at
my
Feet
are
cast
;
Faithful
may'st
Thou
like
British
Henry
prove
,
And
Emma-like
let
me
return
Thy
Love
.
Renown'd
for
Truth
let
all
Thy
Sons
appear
;
And
constant
Beauty
shall
reward
their
Care
.
Mars
smil'd
,
and
bow'd
;
the
Cyprian
Deity
Turn'd
to
the
glorious
Ruler
of
the
Sky
:
And
Thou
,
She
smiling
said
,
Great
God
of
Days
And
Verse
,
behold
my
Deed
;
and
sing
my
Praise
.
As
on
the
British
Earth
,
my
Fav'rite
Isle
,
Thy
gentle
Rays
and
kindest
Influence
smile
,
Thro'
all
her
laughing
Fields
and
verdant
Groves
,
Proclaim
with
Joy
these
memorable
Loves
.
From
ev'ry
annual
Course
let
One
great
Day
,
To
celebrated
Sports
and
Floral
Play
Be
set
aside
;
and
,
in
the
softest
Lays
Of
Thy
Poetic
Sons
,
be
solemn
Praise
,
And
everlasting
Marks
of
Honour
paid
,
To
the
true
Lover
,
and
the
Nut-brown
Maid
.