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Sweeps all before him with impetuous sway,
And from the walls descends upon the prey ;
Part following enter, part remain without,
With envy hear their fellows conqu’ring shout,
And mount on others backs, in hopes to share
The city, thus become the seat of war.

An universal cry resounds aloud,
The failors run in heaps, a helpless croud;
Art fails, and courage falls, no succour near;
As many waves, as many deaths appear.
One weeps, and yet despairs of late relief;
One cannot weep, his fears congeal his grief,
But stupid with dry eyes expects his fate :
One with loud shrieks laments his loft estate,
And calls those happy whom their fun'rals wait.
This wretch with pray’rs and vows the Gods implores,
And ev'n the kies he cannot see, adores.
That other on his friends his thoughts bestows,
His careful father, and his faithful spouse.
The covetous worldling in his anxious mind,
Thinks only on the wealth he left behind.

All Ceyx his Alcyone employs,
For her he grieves, yet in her absence joys ;
His wife he wishes, and would still be near,
Not her with him, but wishes him with her :




Now with last looks he seeks his native shore,
Which fate has destin'd him to see no more ;
He fought, but in the dark tempestuous night
Ile knew not whither to direct his fight.
So whirl the seas, such darkness blinds the sky,
That the black night receives a deeper dye.

The giddy ship ran round ; the tempest tore
Her mall, and over-board the rudder bore.
One billow mounts, and with a scornful brow,
Proud of her conquest gain'd, insults the waves, below;
Nor lighter falls, than if some giant tore
Pindus and Athos with the freight they bore,
And told on seas; press'd with the pond'rous blow,
Down finks the ship within the abyss below:
Down with the vessel sink into the main
The many, never more to rise again.
Some few on scatter'd planks with fruitless care,
Lay hold, and swim; but while they swim despair.

Ev'n he who late a scepter did command,
Now grasps a floating fragment in his hand :
And while he struggles on the stormy main,
Invokes his father, and his wife, in vain.
But yet his confort is his greatest care,
Alcyonè he names amidst his pray'r ;
Names as a charm against the waves and wind :
Most in his mouth, and ever in his mind.

Tir'd with his toil, all hopes of safety past,
From pray’rs to wishes he descends at laft;
That his dead body, wafted to the sands,
Might have its burial from her friendly hands.
As ofr as he can catch a gulp of air,

peep above the seas, he names the fair :
And ev’n when plung'd beneath, on her he raves,
Murm'ring Alcyonè below the waves :
At last a falling billow stops his breath,
Breaks o'er his head, and whelms him underneath.
Bright Lucifer unlike himself appears
That night, his heav'nly form obfcur'd with tears,
And fince he was forbid to leave the skies,
He muffled with a cloud his mournful eyes.

Mean-time Alcyonè (his fate unknown) Computes how many nights he had been gone. Observes the waning moon with hourly view, Numbers her age, and wishes for a new; Against the promis'd time provides with care, And haftens in the woof the robes he was to wear: And for herself employs another loom, New-dress’d to meet her Lord returning home, Flatt'ring her heart with joys, that never were to come: She fum'd the temples with an od'rous flame, And oft before the sacred altars came, To pray for him, who was an empty name.



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All pow'rs implor'd, but far above the rest
To Juno dhe her pious vows address'd,
Her much-lov'd lord from perils to protect :
And safe o'er seas his voyage to direct :
Then pray'd, that the might fill poflefs his heart,
And no pretending rival share a part ;
This last petition heard of all her pray's,
The reit, dispers'd by winds, were loft in air.

But she, the goddess of the nuptial bed,
Tir'd with her vain devotions for the dead,
Relolv'd the tainted hand should be repellid,
Which incense offer'd, and her altar held ;
Then Iris thus bespoke; thou faithful maid,
By whom thy queen's commands are well convey'd,
Haite to the house of sleep, and bid the God
Who rules the night by visions with a nod,
Prepare a dream, in figure, and in form
Resembling him who perilh d in the form :
This form before Alcyonè present,
To make her certain of the fad event.

Indu'd with robes of various hue lhe fies,
And Aying draws an arch, (a segment of the skies :)
Then leaves her bending bow, and from the steep
Descends, to search the filent house of sleep.

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BAUCIS AND PHILEMON. Imitated from the Eighth Book of Ovid.

By Dean SWIF 1'. I Nancient times, as fitory tells

The faints would often leave their cells,
And strole about, but hide their quality,
To try good people's hospitality.

It happend on a winter night,
As authors of the legend write,
Two brother hermits, saints by trade,
Taking their tour in masquerade,
Disguis’d in tatter'd habits, went
To a small village down in Kent ;
Where, in the stroller's canting strain,
They begg'd from door to door in vain,
Try'd ev'ry tone might pity win;
But not a soul would let them in.

Our wand'ring saints in woeful state,
Treated at this ungodly rate,
Having through all the village pass’d,
To a small cottage came at last;
Where dwelt a good old honest ye'man,
Call'd in the neighbourhood Philemon,
Who kindly did these faints invite
In his poor hut to pass the night ;
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