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· Those eyes in tears their fruitless grief must send ; Those hairs the Tartar's cruel hand shall rend.
He said ; when loud along the vale was heard A Thriller (hriek, and nearer fires appear'd : Th' affrighted shepherds thro' the dews of night, Wide o'er the moon-light hills renew'd their flight.
LETTER from ITALY,
To the Right Honourable
CHARLES Lord HALIF A X.
By Mr. ADDISO N.
HILE you, my lord, the rural shades admire,
And from Britannia's public posts retire,
How am I pleas'd to search the hills and woods For rising springs and celebrated floods ! To view the Nar, tumultuous in his course, And trace the smooth Clitumnus to his source, To see the Mincio draw his watry store Through the long windings of a fruitful shore, And hoary Albula's infected tide O'er the warm bed of smoking fulphur glide.
Fir'd with a thousand raptures I survey Eridanus through flow'ry meadows stray, The king of floods ! that rolling o'er the plains The tow'ring Alps of half their moisture drains, And proudly swoln with a whole winter's snows, Distributes wealth and plenty where he flows.
Sometimes, misguided by the tuneful throrg,
Sometimes to gentle Tiber I retire,
So high the deathless muse exalts her theme !
Oh cou'd the muse ravilh'd my breast inspire
See how the golden groves around me smile,
Immortal glories in my mind revive, And in my soul a thousand passions strive, When Rome's exalted beauties I descry Magnificent in piles of ruin lie. An amphitheatre's amazing height Here fills my eye with terror and delight, That on its publick shows unpeopled Rome, And held uncrowded nations in its womb: Here pillars rough with sculpture pierce the skies : And here the proud triumphal arches rise, Where the old Romans deathless acts display'd, Their base degenerate progeny upbraid: Whole rivers here forsake the fields below, And wond'ring at their height thro' airy channels flow.
Still to new scenes my wand'ring muse retires, And the dumb show of breathing rocks admires ; Where the fmooth chissel all its force has shown, And soften'd into flesh the rugged stone. In folemn silence, a majestic band, Heroes, and Gods, and Roman consuls stand, Stern tyrants, whom their cruelties renown, And emperors in Parian marble frown; While the bright dames, to whom they humbly fu'd, Still show the charms that their proud hearts fubdud,
Fain would I Raphael's godlike art rehearse, And how th' immortal labours in my verse, 5