The
HISTORY
of
PORSENNA
,
King
of
RUSSIA
IN
TWO
BOOKS
.
By
the
Same
.
Arva
,
beata
Petamus
arva
,
divites
et
insulas
.
HOR.
Epod
,
16
BOOK
I.
IN
Russia's
frozen
clime
some
ages
since
There
dwelt
,
historians
say
,
a
worthy
prince
,
Who
to
his
people's
good
confin'd
his
care
,
And
fix'd
the
basis
of
his
empire
there
;
Inlarg'd
their
trade
,
the
lib'ral
arts
improv'd
,
Made
nations
happy
,
and
himself
belov'd
;
To
all
the
neighb'ring
states
a
terror
grown
,
The
dear
delight
,
and
glory
of
his
own
.
Not
like
those
kings
who
vainly
seek
renown
From
countries
ruin'd
,
and
from
battles
won
;
Those
mighty
Nimrods
,
who
mean
laws
despise
,
Call
murder
but
a
princely
exercise
,
And
if
one
bloodless
sun
shou'd
steal
away
,
Cry
out
with
Titus
,
they
have
lost
a
day
;
Who
,
to
be
more
than
men
,
themselves
debase
Beneath
the
brute
,
their
Maker's
form
deface
,
Raising
their
titles
by
their
God's
disgrace
.
Like
fame
to
bold
Erostratus
we
give
,
Who
scorn'd
by
less
than
sacrilege
to
live
;
On
holy
ruins
rais'd
a
lasting
name
,
And
in
the
temple's
fire
diffus'd
his
shame
.
Far
diff'rent
praises
,
and
a
brighter
fame
,
The
virtues
of
the
young
Porsenna
claim
;
For
by
that
name
the
Russian
king
was
known
,
And
sure
a
nobler
ne'er
adorn'd
the
throne
.
In
war
he
knew
the
deathful
sword
to
wield
,
And
sought
the
thickest
dangers
of
the
field
,
A
bold
commander
;
but
,
the
storm
o'erblown
,
He
seem'd
as
he
were
made
for
peace
alone
;
Then
was
the
golden
age
again
restor'd
,
Nor
less
his
justice
honour'd
than
his
sword
.
All
needless
pomp
,
and
outward
grandeur
spar'd
,
The
deeds
that
grac'd
him
were
his
only
guard
;
No
private
views
beneath
a
borrow'd
name
;
His
and
the
publick
interest
were
the
same
.
In
wealth
and
pleasure
let
the
subject
live
,
But
virtue
is
the
king's
prerogative
;
Porsenna
there
without
a
rival
stood
,
And
wou'd
maintain
his
right
of
doing
good
.
Nor
did
his
person
less
attraction
wear
,
Such
majesty
and
sweetness
mingled
there
;
Heav'n
with
uncommon
art
the
clay
refin'd
,
A
proper
mansion
for
so
fair
a
mind
;
Each
look
,
each
action
bore
peculiar
grace
,
And
love
itself
was
painted
on
his
face
.
In
peaceful
time
he
suffer'd
not
his
mind
To
rust
in
sloth
,
tho'
much
to
peace
inclin'd
;
Nor
wanton
in
the
lap
of
pleasure
lay
,
And
lost
to
glory
loiter'd
life
away
;
But
active
rising
ere
the
prime
of
day
,
Thro'
woods
and
lonely
desarts
lov'd
to
stray
;
With
hounds
and
horns
to
wake
the
furious
bear
,
Or
rouze
the
tawny
lion
from
his
laire
;
To
rid
the
forest
of
the
savage
brood
,
And
whet
his
courage
for
his
country's
good
.
One
day
,
as
he
pursued
the
dang'rous
sport
,
Attended
by
the
nobles
of
his
court
,
It
chanced
a
beast
of
more
than
common
speed
Sprang
from
the
brake
,
and
thro'
the
desart
fled
.
The
ardent
prince
impetuous
as
the
wind
Rush'd
on
,
and
left
his
lagging
train
behind
.
Fir'd
with
the
chace
,
and
full
of
youthful
blood
,
O'er
plains
,
and
vales
,
and
woodland
wilds
he
rode
,
Urging
his
courser's
speed
,
nor
thought
the
day
How
wasted
,
nor
how
intricate
the
way
;
Nor
,
till
the
night
in
dusky
clouds
came
on
,
Restrain'd
his
pace
,
or
found
himself
alone
.
Missing
his
train
,
he
strove
to
measure
back
The
road
he
came
,
but
cou'd
not
find
the
track
;
Still
turning
to
the
place
he
left
before
,
And
only
lab'ring
to
be
lost
the
more
.
The
bugle
horn
,
which
o'er
his
shoulders
hung
,
So
loud
he
winded
,
that
the
forest
rung
;
In
vain
,
no
voice
but
Echo
from
the
ground
,
And
vocal
woods
,
made
mock'ry
of
the
sound
.
And
now
the
gath'ring
clouds
began
to
spread
O'er
the
dun
face
of
night
a
deeper
shade
;
And
the
hoarse
thunder
growling
from
afar
,
With
herald
voice
proclaim'd
th'
approaching
war
;
Silence
awhile
ensued
,
—
then
by
degrees
A
hollow
wind
came
mutt'ring
thro'
the
trees
.
Sudden
the
full-fraught
sky
discharg'd
its
store
,
Of
rain
and
rattling
hail
a
mingled
show'r
;
The
active
lightning
ran
along
the
ground
;
The
fiery
bolts
by
fits
were
hurl'd
around
,
And
the
wide
forests
trembled
at
the
sound
.
Amazement
seiz'd
the
prince
;
—
where
cou'd
he
fly
?
No
guide
to
lead
,
no
friendly
cottage
nigh
.
Pensive
and
unresolv'd
awhile
he
stood
,
Beneath
the
scanty
covert
of
the
wood
;
But
drove
from
thence
soon
sallied
forth
again
,
As
chance
directed
,
on
the
dreary
plain
;
Constrain'd
his
melancholy
way
to
take
Thro'
many
a
loathsome
bog
,
and
thorny
brake
,
Caught
in
the
thicket
,
flound'ring
in
the
lake
.
Wet
with
the
storm
,
and
wearied
with
the
way
,
By
hunger
pinch'd
,
himself
to
beasts
a
prey
;
Nor
wine
to
cheer
his
heart
,
nor
fire
to
burn
,
Nor
place
to
rest
,
nor
prospect
to
return
.
Drooping
and
spiritless
,
at
life's
despair
,
He
bade
it
pass
,
not
worth
his
farther
care
;
When
suddenly
he
spied
a
distant
light
,
That
faintly
twinkled
thro'
the
gloom
of
night
,
And
his
heart
leap'd
for
joy
,
and
bless'd
the
welcome
sight
.
Oft-times
he
doubted
,
it
appear'd
so
far
,
And
hung
so
high
,
'twas
nothing
but
a
star
,
Or
kindled
vapour
wand'ring
thro'
the
sky
,
But
still
press'd
on
his
steed
,
still
kept
it
in
his
eye
;
Till
,
much
fatigue
,
and
many
dangers
past
,
At
a
huge
mountain
he
arriv'd
at
last
.
There
lighting
from
his
horse
,
on
hands
and
knees
Grop'd
out
the
darksome
road
,
by
slow
degrees
,
Crawling
or
clamb'ring
o'er
the
rugged
way
;
The
thunder
rolls
above
,
the
flames
around
him
play
.
Joyful
at
length
he
gain'd
the
steepy
height
,
And
found
the
rift
whence
sprang
the
friendly
light
.
And
here
he
stopp'd
to
rest
his
wearied
feet
,
And
weigh
the
perils
he
had
still
to
meet
;
Unsheath'd
his
trusty
sword
,
and
dealt
his
eyes
With
caution
round
him
to
prevent
surprize
;
Then
summon'd
all
the
forces
of
his
mind
,
And
ent'ring
boldly
cast
his
fears
behind
:
Resolv'd
to
push
his
way
,
whate'er
withstood
,
Or
perish
bravely
as
a
monarch
shou'd
.
While
he
the
wonders
of
the
place
survey'd
,
And
thro'
the
various
cells
at
random
stray'd
,
In
a
dark
corner
of
the
cave
he
view'd
Somewhat
,
that
in
the
shape
of
woman
stood
;
But
more
deform'd
than
dreams
can
represent
The
midnight
hag
,
or
poet's
fancy
paint
The
Lapland
witch
,
when
she
her
broom
bestrides
,
And
scatters
storms
and
tempests
as
she
rides
.
She
look'd
as
nature
made
her
to
disgrace
Her
kind
,
and
cast
a
blot
on
all
the
race
;
Her
shrivel'd
skin
with
yellow
spots
besmear'd
Like
mouldy
records
seem'd
;
her
eyes
were
blear'd
;
Her
feeble
limbs
with
age
and
palsy
shook
;
Bent
was
her
body
,
haggard
was
her
look
.
From
the
dark
nook
outcrept
the
filthy
crone
,
And
propp'd
upon
her
crutch
came
tott'ring
on
.
The
prince
in
civil
guise
approach'd
the
dame
,
Told
her
his
piteous
case
,
and
whence
he
came
,
And
till
Aurora
shou'd
the
shades
expel
,
Implor'd
a
lodging
in
her
friendly
cell
.
Mortal
,
whoe'er
thou
art
,
the
fiend
began
,
And
as
she
spake
a
deadly
horror
ran
Thro'
all
his
frame
;
his
cheeks
the
blood
forsook
,
Chatter'd
his
teeth
,
his
knees
together
struck
.
Whoe'er
thou
art
,
that
with
presumption
rude
Dar'st
on
her
sacred
privacy
intrude
,
And
without
licence
in
our
court
appear
,
Know
,
thou'rt
the
first
that
ever
enter'd
here
.
But
since
thou
plead'st
excuse
,
thou'rt
hither
brought
More
by
thy
fortune
than
thy
own
default
,
Thy
crime
,
tho'
great
,
an
easy
pardon
finds
,
For
mercy
ever
dwells
in
royal
minds
;
And
wou'd
you
learn
from
whose
indulgent
hand
You
live
,
and
in
whose
aweful
presence
stand
,
Know
farther
,
thro'
yon
wide
extended
plains
Great
Eolus
the
king
of
tempests
reigns
,
And
in
this
lofty
palace
makes
abode
,
Well
suited
to
his
state
,
and
worthy
of
the
God
.
The
various
elements
his
empire
own
,
And
pay
their
humble
homage
at
his
throne
;
And
hither
all
the
storms
and
clouds
resort
,
Proud
to
increase
the
splendor
of
his
court
.
His
queen
am
I
,
from
whom
the
beauteous
race
Of
winds
arose
,
sweet
fruit
of
our
embrace
!
She
scarce
had
ended
,
when
,
with
wild
uproar
,
And
horrid
din
,
her
sons
impetuous
pour
Around
the
cave
;
came
rushing
in
amain
Lybs
,
Eurus
,
Boreas
,
all
the
boist'rous
train
;
And
close
behind
them
on
a
whirlwind
rode
In
clouded
majesty
the
blust'ring
God
.
Their
locks
a
thousand
ways
were
blown
about
;
Their
cheeks
like
full-blown
bladders
strutted
out
;
Their
boasting
talk
was
of
the
feats
th'
had
done
,
Of
trees
uprooted
,
and
of
towns
o'erthrown
;
And
when
they
kindly
turn'd
them
to
accost
The
prince
,
they
almost
pierc'd
him
with
their
frost
.
The
gaping
hag
in
fix'd
attention
stood
,
And
at
the
close
of
ev'ry
tale
cried
—
good
,
Blessing
with
outstretch'd
arms
each
darling
son
,
In
due
proportion
to
the
mischief
done
.
And
where
,
said
she
,
does
little
Zephyr
stray
?
Know
ye
,
my
sons
,
your
brother's
rout
to-day
?
In
what
bold
deeds
does
he
his
hours
employ
?
Grant
heav'n
no
evil
has
befall'n
my
boy
!
Ne'er
was
he
known
to
linger
thus
before
.
Scarce
had
she
spoke
,
when
at
the
cavern
door
Came
lightly
tripping
in
a
form
more
fair
Than
the
young
poet's
fond
ideas
are
,
When
fir'd
with
love
,
he
tries
his
utmost
art
To
paint
the
beauteous
tyrant
of
his
heart
.
A
satin
vest
his
slender
shape
confin'd
,
Embroider'd
o'er
with
flow'rs
of
ev'ry
kind
,
Flora's
own
work
,
when
first
the
goddess
strove
To
win
the
little
wanderer
to
her
love
.
Of
burnish'd
silver
were
his
sandals
made
,
Silver
his
buskins
,
and
with
gems
o'erlaid
;
A
saffron-colour'd
robe
behind
him
flow'd
,
And
added
grace
and
grandeur
as
he
trod
.
His
wings
than
lillies
whiter
to
behold
,
Sprinkled
with
azure
spots
,
and
streak'd
with
gold
;
So
thin
their
form
,
and
of
so
light
a
kind
,
That
they
for
ever
danc'd
,
and
flutter'd
in
the
wind
.
Around
his
temples
with
becoming
air
,
In
wanton
ringlets
curl'd
his
auburn
hair
,
And
o'er
his
shoulders
negligently
spread
;
A
wreath
of
fragrant
roses
crown'd
his
head
.
Such
his
attire
,
but
O
!
no
pen
can
trace
,
No
words
can
shew
the
beauties
of
his
face
;
So
kind
!
so
winning
!
so
divinely
fair
!
Eternal
youth
and
pleasure
flourish
there
;
There
all
the
little
loves
and
graces
meet
,
And
ev'ry
thing
that's
soft
,
and
ev'ry
thing
that's
sweet
.
Thou
vagrant
,
cried
the
dame
in
angry
tone
,
Where
could'st
thou
loiter
thus
so
long
alone
?
Little
thou
car'st
what
anxious
thoughts
molest
,
What
pangs
are
lab'ring
in
a
mother's
breast
.
Well
do
you
shew
your
duty
by
your
haste
,
For
thou
of
all
my
sons
are
always
last
;
A
child
less
fondled
wou'd
have
fled
more
fast
.
Sure
'tis
a
curse
on
mothers
,
doom'd
to
mourn
,
Where
best
they
love
,
the
least
and
worst
return
.
My
dear
mamma
,
the
gentle
youth
replied
,
And
made
a
low
obeisance
,
cease
to
chide
,
Nor
wound
me
with
your
words
,
for
well
you
know
,
Your
Zephyr
bears
a
part
in
all
your
woe
;
How
great
must
be
his
sorrow
then
to
learn
That
he
himself's
the
cause
of
your
concern
!
Nor
had
I
loiter'd
thus
had
I
been
free
,
But
the
fair
princess
of
Felicity
,
Intreated
me
to
make
some
short
delay
,
And
ask'd
by
her
who
cou'd
refuse
to
stay
?
Surrounded
by
the
damsels
of
her
court
She
sought
the
shady
grove
,
her
lov'd
resort
;
Fresh
rose
the
grass
,
the
flow'rs
were
mix'd
between
,
Like
rich
embroid'ry
on
a
ground
of
green
,
And
in
the
midst
,
protected
by
the
shade
,
A
crystal
stream
in
wild
meanders
play'd
;
While
in
its
banks
,
the
trembling
leaves
among
,
A
thousand
little
birds
in
concert
sung
.
Close
by
a
mount
with
fragrant
shrubs
o'ergrown
,
On
a
cool
mossy
couch
she
laid
her
down
;
Her
air
,
her
posture
,
all
conspir'd
to
please
;
Her
head
,
upon
her
snowy
arm
at
ease
Reclin'd
,
a
studied
carelessness
express'd
;
Loose
lay
her
robe
,
and
naked
heav'd
her
breast
.
Eager
I
flew
to
that
delightful
place
,
And
pour'd
a
show'r
of
kisses
on
her
face
;
Now
hover'd
o'er
her
neck
,
her
breast
,
her
arms
,
Like
bees
o'er
flow'rs
,
and
tasted
all
her
charms
;
And
then
her
lips
,
and
then
her
cheeks
I
tried
,
And
fann'd
,
and
wanton'd
round
on
ev'ry
side
.
O
Zephyr
,
cried
the
fair
,
thou
charming
boy
,
Thy
presence
only
can
create
me
joy
;
To
me
thou
art
beyond
expression
dear
,
Nor
can
I
quit
the
place
while
thou
art
here
.
Excuse
my
weakness
,
madam
,
when
I
swear
Such
gentle
words
join'd
with
so
soft
an
air
,
Pronounc'd
so
sweetly
from
a
mouth
so
fair
,
Quite
ravish'd
all
my
sense
,
nor
did
I
know
How
long
I
staid
;
or
when
,
or
where
to
go
.
Mean
while
the
damsels
debonnair
and
gay
,
Prattled
around
,
and
laugh'd
the
time
away
:
These
in
soft
notes
address'd
the
ravish'd
ear
,
And
warbled
out
so
sweet
,
'twas
heav'n
to
hear
;
And
those
in
rings
,
beneath
the
greenwood
shade
,
Danc'd
to
the
melody
their
fellows
made
.
Some
studious
of
themselves
,
employ'd
their
care
In
weaving
flow'ry
wreaths
to
deck
their
hair
;
While
others
to
some
fav'rite
plant
convey'd
Refreshing
show'rs
,
and
cheer'd
its
drooping
head
.
A
joy
so
general
spread
thro'
all
the
place
,
Such
satisfaction
dwelt
on
ev'ry
face
,
The
nymphs
so
kind
,
so
lovely
look'd
the
queen
,
That
never
eye
beheld
a
sweeter
scene
.
Porsenna
,
like
a
statue
fix'd
appear'd
,
And
,
wrapp'd
in
silent
wonder
,
gaz'd
and
heard
;
Much
he
admir'd
the
speech
,
the
speaker
more
,
And
dwelt
on
ev'ry
word
,
and
griev'd
to
find
it
o'er
.
O
gentle
youth
,
he
cried
,
proceed
to
tell
,
In
what
fair
country
does
this
princess
dwell
;
What
regions
unexplor'd
,
what
hidden
coast
Can
so
much
goodness
,
so
much
beauty
boast
?
To
whom
the
winged
god
with
gracious
look
,
Numberless
sweets
diffusing
while
he
spoke
,
Thus
answer'd
kind
—
These
happy
gardens
lie
Far
hence
remov'd
,
beneath
a
milder
sky
;
Their
name
—
The
kingdom
of
Felicity
.
Sweet
scenes
of
endless
bliss
,
enchanted
ground
,
A
soil
for
ever
sought
,
but
seldom
found
;
Tho'
in
the
search
all
human
kind
in
vain
Weary
their
wits
,
and
waste
their
lives
in
pain
.
In
diff'rent
parties
,
diff'rent
paths
they
tread
,
As
reason
guides
them
,
or
as
follies
lead
;
These
wrangling
for
the
place
they
ne'er
shall
see
,
Debating
those
,
if
such
a
place
there
be
;
But
not
the
wisest
,
nor
the
best
can
say
Where
lies
the
point
,
or
mark
the
certain
way
.
Some
few
,
by
Fortune
favour'd
for
her
sport
,
Have
sail'd
in
sight
of
this
delightful
port
;
In
thought
already
seiz'd
the
bless'd
abodes
,
And
in
their
fond
delirium
rank'd
with
gods
.
Fruitless
attempt
!
all
avenues
are
kept
By
dreadful
foes
,
sentry
that
never
slept
.
Here
fell
Detraction
darts
her
pois'nous
breath
Fraught
with
a
thousand
stings
,
and
scatters
death
;
Sharp-sighted
Envy
there
maintains
her
post
,
And
shakes
her
flaming
brand
,
and
stalks
around
the
coast
.
These
on
the
helpless
bark
their
fury
pour
,
Plunge
in
the
waves
,
or
dash
against
the
shore
;
Teach
wretched
mortals
they
were
doom'd
to
mourn
,
And
ne'er
must
rest
but
in
the
silent
urn
.
But
say
,
young
monarch
,
for
what
name
you
bear
Your
mien
,
your
dress
,
your
person
,
all
declare
;
And
tho'
I
seldom
fan
the
frozen
north
,
Yet
I
have
heard
of
brave
Porsenna's
worth
.
My
brother
Boreas
thro'
the
world
has
flown
,
Swelling
his
breath
to
spread
forth
your
renown
;
Say
,
wou'd
you
choose
to
visit
this
retreat
,
And
view
the
world
where
all
these
wonders
meet
?
Wish
you
some
friend
o'er
that
tempestuous
sea
To
bear
you
safe
!
behold
that
friend
in
me
.
My
active
wings
shall
all
their
force
employ
,
And
nimbly
waft
you
to
the
realms
of
joy
;
As
once
,
to
gratify
the
god
of
Love
,
I
bore
fair
Psyche
to
the
Cyprian
grove
;
Or
as
Jove's
bird
,
descending
from
on
high
,
Snatch'd
the
young
Trojan
trembling
to
the
sky
.
There
perfect
bliss
thou
may'st
for
ever
share
,
'
Scap'd
from
the
busy
world
,
and
all
its
care
;
There
in
the
lovely
princess
shalt
thou
find
A
mistress
ever
blooming
,
ever
kind
.
All
ecstacy
on
air
Porsenna
trod
,
And
to
his
bosom
strain'd
the
little
god
;
With
grateful
sentiments
his
heart
o'erflow'd
,
And
in
the
warmest
words
millions
of
thanks
bestow'd
.
When
Aeolus
in
surly
humour
broke
Their
strict
embrace
,
and
thus
abruptly
spoke
.
Enough
of
compliment
;
I
hate
the
sport
Of
meanless
words
;
this
is
no
human
court
;
Where
plain
and
honest
are
discarded
quite
,
For
the
more
modish
title
of
polite
;
Where
in
soft
speeches
hypocrites
impart
The
venom'd
ills
that
lurk
beneath
the
heart
;
In
friendship's
holy
guise
their
guilt
improve
,
And
kindly
kill
with
specious
shew
of
love
.
For
us
,
—
may
subjects
are
not
us'd
to
wait
,
And
waste
their
hours
to
hear
a
mortal
prate
;
They
must
abroad
before
the
rising
sun
,
And
hie
'em
to
the
seas
:
there's
mischief
to
be
done
.
Excuse
my
plainness
,
Sir
,
but
business
stands
,
And
we
have
storms
and
shipwrecks
on
our
hands
.
He
ended
frowning
,
and
the
noisy
rout
,
Each
to
his
several
cell
went
puffing
out
.
But
Zephyr
,
far
more
courteous
than
the
rest
,
To
his
own
bow'r
convey'd
the
royal
guest
;
There
on
a
bed
of
roses
neatly
laid
,
Beneath
the
fragrance
of
a
myrtle
shade
,
His
limbs
to
needful
rest
the
prince
applied
,
His
sweet
companion
slumb'ring
by
his
side
.
BOOK
II
.
NO
sooner
in
her
silver
chariot
rose
The
ruddy
morn
,
than
sated
with
repose
The
prince
address'd
his
host
;
the
God
awoke
,
And
leaping
from
his
couch
,
thus
kindly
spoke
.
This
early
call
,
my
lord
,
that
chides
my
stay
,
Requires
my
thanks
,
and
I
with
joy
obey
.
Like
you
I
long
to
reach
the
blissful
coast
,
Hate
the
slow
night
,
and
mourn
the
moments
lost
.
The
bright
Rosinda
,
loveliest
of
the
fair
That
crowd
the
princess'
court
,
demands
my
care
;
Ev'n
now
with
fears
and
jealousies
o'erborn
Upbraids
,
and
calls
me
cruel
and
forsworn
.
What
sweet
rewards
on
all
my
toils
attend
,
Serving
at
once
my
mistress
and
my
friend
;
Just
to
my
love
and
to
my
duty
too
,
Well
paid
in
her
,
well
pleas'd
in
pleasing
you
.
This
said
,
he
led
him
to
the
cavern
gate
,
And
clasp'd
him
in
his
arms
,
and
pois'd
his
weight
;
Then
ballancing
his
body
here
and
there
,
Stretch'd
forth
his
agile
wings
,
and
launch'd
in
air
;
Swift
as
the
fiery
meteor
from
on
high
Shoots
to
its
goal
,
and
gleams
athwart
the
sky
.
Here
with
quick
fan
his
lab'ring
pinions
play
;
There
glide
at
ease
along
the
liquid
way
;
Now
lightly
skim
the
plain
with
even
flight
;
Now
proudly
soar
above
the
mountain's
height
.
Spiteful
Detraction
,
whose
envenom'd
hate
Sports
with
the
suff'rings
of
the
good
and
great
,
Spares
not
our
prince
,
but
with
opprobrious
sneer
Arraigns
him
of
the
heinous
sin
of
fear
;
That
he
,
so
tried
in
arms
,
whose
very
name
Infus'd
a
secret
panic
where
it
came
,
Ev'n
he
,
as
high
above
the
clouds
he
flew
,
And
spied
the
mountains
less'ning
to
the
view
,
Nought
round
him
but
the
wide
expanded
air
,
Helpless
,
abandon'd
to
a
stripling's
care
,
Struck
with
the
rapid
whirl
,
and
dreadful
height
,
Confess'd
some
faint
alarm
,
some
little
fright
.
The
friendly
God
,
who
instantly
divin'd
The
terrors
that
possess'd
his
fellow's
mind
,
To
calm
his
troubled
thoughts
,
and
cheat
the
way
,
Describ'd
the
nations
that
beneath
them
lay
,
The
name
,
the
climate
,
and
the
soil's
increase
,
Their
arms
in
war
,
their
government
in
peace
;
Shew'd
their
domestic
arts
,
their
foreign
trade
,
What
int'rest
they
pursued
,
what
leagues
they
made
.
The
sweet
discourse
so
charm'd
Porsenna's
ear
,
That
lost
in
joy
he
had
no
time
for
fear
.
From
Scandinavia's
cold
inclement
waste
O'er
wide
Germania's
various
realms
they
past
,
And
now
on
Albion's
fields
suspend
their
toil
,
And
hover
for
awhile
,
and
bless
the
soil
.
O'er
the
gay
scene
the
prince
delighted
hung
,
And
gaz'd
in
rapture
,
and
forgot
his
tongue
;
Till
bursting
forth
at
length
.
Behold
,
cried
he
,
The
promis'd
isle
,
the
land
I
long'd
to
see
;
Those
plains
,
those
vales
,
and
fruitful
hills
declare
My
queen
,
my
charmer
must
inhabit
there
.
Thus
rav'd
the
monarch
,
and
the
gentle
guide
,
Pleas'd
with
his
error
,
thus
in
smiles
replied
.
I
must
applaud
,
my
lord
,
the
lucky
thought
;
Ev'n
I
,
who
know
th'
original
,
am
caught
,
And
doubt
my
senses
,
when
I
view
the
draught
,
The
slow-ascending
hill
,
the
lofty
wood
That
mantles
o'er
its
brow
,
the
silver
flood
Wand'ring
in
mazes
thro'
the
flow'ry
mead
,
The
herd
that
in
the
plenteous
pastures
feed
,
And
ev'ry
object
,
every
scene
excites
Fresh
wonder
in
my
soul
,
and
fills
with
new
delights
:
Dwells
cheerful
Plenty
there
,
and
learned
Ease
,
And
Art
with
Nature
seems
at
strife
to
please
.
There
Liberty
,
delightful
goddess
,
reigns
,
Gladdens
each
heart
,
and
gilds
the
fertile
plains
;
There
firmly
seated
may
she
ever
smile
,
And
show'r
her
blessings
o'er
her
fav'rite
isle
!
But
see
,
the
rising
sun
reproves
our
stay
.
He
said
,
and
to
the
ocean
wing'd
his
way
,
Stretching
his
course
to
climates
then
unknown
,
Nations
that
swelter
in
the
burning
zone
.
There
in
Peruvian
vales
a
moment
staid
,
And
smooth'd
his
wings
beneath
the
citron
shade
;
Then
swift
his
oary
pinions
plied
again
,
Cross'd
the
new
world
,
and
sought
the
Southern
main
;
Where
many
a
wet
and
weary
league
o'erpast
,
The
wish'd
for
paradise
appear'd
at
last
.
With
force
abated
now
they
gently
sweep
O'er
the
smooth
surface
of
the
shining
deep
;
The
Dryads
hail'd
them
from
the
distant
shore
,
The
Nereids
play'd
around
,
the
Tritons
swam
before
,
While
soft
Favonius
their
arrival
greets
,
And
breathes
his
welcome
in
a
thousand
sweets
.
Nor
pale
disease
,
nor
health-consuming
care
,
Nor
wrath
,
nor
foul
revenge
can
enter
there
;
No
vapour's
foggy
gloom
imbrowns
the
sky
;
No
tempests
rage
,
no
angry
lightnings
fly
;
But
dews
,
and
soft-refreshing
airs
are
found
,
And
pure
aetherial
azure
shines
around
.
Whate'er
the
sweet
Sabaean
soil
can
boast
,
Or
Mecca's
plains
,
or
India's
spicy
coast
;
What
Hybla's
hills
,
or
rich
Oebalia's
fields
,
Or
flow'ry
vale
of
fam'd
Hymettus
yields
;
Or
what
of
old
th'
Hesperian
orchard
grac'd
;
All
that
was
e'er
delicious
to
the
taste
,
Sweet
to
the
smell
,
or
lovely
to
the
view
,
Collected
there
with
added
beauty
grew
.
High-tow'ring
to
the
heav'ns
the
trees
are
seen
,
Their
bulk
immense
,
their
leaf
for
ever
green
;
So
closely
interwove
,
the
tell-tale
sun
Can
ne'er
descry
the
deeds
beneath
them
done
,
But
where
by
fits
the
sportive
gales
divide
Their
tender
tops
,
and
fan
the
leaves
aside
.
Like
a
smooth
carpet
at
their
feet
lies
spread
The
matted
grass
,
by
bubbling
fountains
fed
;
And
on
each
bough
the
feather'd
choir
employ
Their
melting
notes
,
and
nought
is
heard
but
joy
.
The
painted
flow'rs
exhale
a
rich
perfume
,
The
fruits
are
mingled
with
eternal
bloom
,
And
Spring
and
Autumn
hand
in
hand
appear
,
Lead
on
the
merry
months
,
and
join
to
cloath
the
year
.
Here
,
o'er
the
mountain's
shaggy
summit
pour'd
,
From
rock
to
rock
the
tumbling
torrent
roar'd
,
While
beauteous
Iris
in
the
vale
below
Paints
on
the
rising
fumes
her
radiant
bow
.
Now
through
the
meads
the
mazy
current
stray'd
,
Now
hid
its
wand'rings
in
the
myrtle
shade
;
Or
in
a
thousand
veins
divides
its
store
,
Visits
each
plant
,
refreshes
ev'ry
flow'r
;
O'er
gems
and
golden
sands
in
murmurs
flows
,
And
sweetly
soothes
the
soul
,
and
lulls
to
soft
repose
.
If
hunger
call
,
no
sooner
can
the
mind
Express
her
will
to
needful
food
inclin'd
,
But
in
some
cool
recess
,
or
op'ning
glade
,
The
seats
are
plac'd
,
the
tables
neatly
laid
,
And
instantly
convey'd
by
magic
hand
In
comely
rows
the
costly
dishes
stand
;
Meats
of
all
kinds
that
nature
can
impart
,
Prepar'd
in
all
the
nicest
forms
of
art
.
A
troop
of
sprightly
nymphs
array'd
in
green
,
With
flow'ry
chaplets
crown'd
,
come
scudding
in
;
With
fragrant
blossoms
these
adorn
the
feast
,
Those
with
officious
zeal
attend
the
guest
;
Beneath
his
feet
the
silken
carpet
spread
,
Or
sprinkle
liquid
odours
o'er
his
head
.
Others
in
ruby
cups
with
roses
bound
Delightful
!
deal
the
sparkling
nectar
round
;
Or
weave
the
dance
,
or
tune
the
vocal
lay
;
The
lyres
resound
,
the
merry
minstrels
play
,
Gay
health
,
and
youthful
joys
o'erspread
the
place
,
And
swell
each
heart
,
and
triumph
in
each
face
.
So
when
embolden'd
by
the
vernal
air
,
The
busy
bees
to
blooming
fields
repair
;
For
various
use
employ
their
chymic
pow'r
;
One
culls
the
snowy
pounce
,
one
sucks
the
flow'r
;
Again
to
diff'rent
works
returning
home
,
Some
Or
stive
,
stipant
.
steeve
the
honey
,
some
erect
the
comb
;
All
for
the
general
good
in
concert
strive
,
And
ev'ry
soul's
in
motion
,
ev'ry
limb's
alive
.
And
now
descending
from
his
flight
,
the
God
On
the
green
turf
releas'd
his
precious
load
;
There
,
after
mutual
salutations
past
,
And
endless
friendship
vow'd
,
they
part
in
haste
;
Zephyr
impatient
to
behold
his
love
,
The
prince
in
raptures
wand'ring
thro'
the
grove
;
Now
skipping
on
,
and
singing
as
he
went
,
Now
stopping
short
to
give
his
transports
vent
;
With
sudden
gusts
of
happiness
oppress'd
,
Or
stands
entranc'd
,
or
raves
like
one
possess'd
;
His
mind
afloat
,
his
wand'ring
senses
quite
O'ercome
with
charms
,
and
frantic
with
delight
;
From
scene
to
scene
by
random
steps
conveyed
,
Admires
the
distant
views
,
explores
the
secret
shade
,
Dwells
on
each
spot
,
with
eager
eye
devours
The
woods
,
the
lawns
,
the
buildings
,
and
the
bow'rs
;
New
sweets
,
new
joys
at
every
glance
arise
,
And
ev'ry
turn
creates
a
fresh
surprize
.
Close
by
the
borders
of
a
rising
wood
,
In
a
green
vale
a
crystal
grotto
stood
;
And
o'er
its
side
,
beneath
a
beechen
shade
,
In
broken
falls
a
silver
fountain
play'd
.
Hither
,
attracted
by
the
murm'ring
stream
,
And
cool
recess
,
the
pleas'd
Porsenna
came
,
And
on
the
tender
grass
reclining
chose
To
wave
his
joys
awhile
,
and
take
a
short
repose
.
The
scene
invites
him
,
and
the
wanton
breeze
That
whispers
thro'
the
vale
,
the
dancing
trees
,
The
warbling
birds
,
and
rills
that
gently
creep
,
All
join
their
music
to
prolong
his
sleep
.
The
princess
for
her
morning
walk
prepar'd
;
The
female
troops
attend
,
a
beauteous
guard
.
Array'd
in
all
her
charms
appear'd
the
fair
;
Tall
was
her
stature
,
unconfin'd
her
air
;
Proportion
deck'd
her
limbs
,
and
in
her
face
Lay
love
inshrin'd
,
lay
sweet
attractive
grace
Temp'ring
the
aweful
beams
her
eyes
convey'd
,
And
like
a
lambent
flame
around
her
play'd
.
No
foreign
aids
,
by
mortal
ladies
worn
,
From
shells
and
rocks
her
artless
charms
adorn
;
For
grant
that
beauty
were
by
gems
increas'd
,
'Tis
render'd
more
suspected
at
the
least
;
And
foul
defects
,
that
wou'd
escape
the
sight
,
Start
from
the
piece
,
and
take
a
stronger
light
.
Her
chesnut
hair
in
careless
rings
around
Her
temples
wav'd
,
with
pinks
and
jes'mine
crown'd
,
And
,
gather'd
in
a
silken
cord
behind
,
Curl'd
to
the
waist
,
and
floated
in
the
wind
;
O'er
these
a
veil
of
yellow
gause
she
wore
,
With
amaranths
and
gold
embroider'd
o'er
.
Her
snowy
neck
half
naked
to
the
view
Gracefully
fell
;
a
robe
of
purple
hue
Hung
loosely
o'er
her
slender
shape
,
and
tried
To
shade
those
beauties
,
that
it
cou'd
not
hide
.
The
damsels
of
her
train
with
mirth
and
song
Frolick
behind
,
and
laugh
and
sport
along
.
The
birds
proclaim
their
queen
from
ev'ry
tree
;
The
beasts
run
frisking
thro'
the
groves
to
see
;
The
Loves
,
the
Pleasures
,
and
the
Graces
meet
In
antic
rounds
,
and
dance
before
her
feet
.
By
whate'er
fancy
led
,
it
chanc'd
that
day
They
thro'
the
secret
valley
took
their
way
,
And
to
the
crystal
grot
advancing
spied
The
prince
extended
by
the
fountain's
side
.
He
look'd
as
,
by
some
skilful
hand
express'd
,
Apollo's
youthful
form
retir'd
to
rest
;
When
with
the
chace
fatigued
he
quits
the
wood
For
Pindus'
vale
,
and
Aganippe's
flood
;
There
sleeps
secure
,
his
careless
limbs
display'd
At
ease
,
encircled
by
the
laurel
shade
;
Beneath
his
head
his
sheaf
of
arrows
lie
,
His
bow
unbent
hangs
negligently
by
.
The
slumb'ring
prince
might
boast
an
equal
grace
,
So
turn'd
his
limbs
,
so
beautiful
his
face
.
Waking
he
started
from
the
ground
in
haste
,
And
saw
the
beauteous
choir
around
him
plac'd
;
Then
,
summoning
his
senses
,
ran
to
meet
The
queen
,
and
laid
him
humbly
at
her
feet
.
Deign
,
lovely
princess
,
to
behold
,
said
he
,
One
,
who
has
travers'd
all
the
world
to
see
Those
charms
,
and
worship
thy
divinity
:
Accept
thy
slave
,
and
with
a
gracious
smile
Excuse
his
rashness
,
and
reward
his
toil
.
Stood
motionless
the
fair
with
mute
surprize
,
And
read
him
over
with
admiring
eyes
;
And
while
she
stedfast
gaz'd
,
a
pleasing
smart
Ran
thrilling
thro'
her
veins
,
and
reach'd
her
heart
.
Each
limb
she
scann'd
,
consider'd
ev'ry
grace
,
And
sagely
judg'd
him
of
the
phoenix'
race
.
An
animal
like
this
she
ne'er
had
known
,
And
thence
concluded
there
could
be
but
one
;
The
creature
too
had
all
the
phoenix'
air
;
None
but
the
phoenix
cou'd
appear
so
fair
.
The
more
she
look'd
,
the
more
she
thought
it
true
,
And
call'd
him
by
that
name
,
to
shew
she
knew
.
O
handsome
phoenix
,
for
that
such
you
are
We
know
;
your
beauty
does
your
breed
declare
;
And
I
with
sorrow
own
thro'
all
my
coast
No
other
bird
can
such
perfection
boast
;
For
Nature
form'd
you
single
and
alone
:
Alas
!
what
pity
'tis
there
is
but
one
!
Were
there
a
queen
so
fortunate
to
shew
An
aviary
of
charming
birds
like
you
,
What
envy
wou'd
her
happiness
create
In
all
,
who
saw
the
glories
of
her
state
!
The
prince
laugh'd
inwardly
,
surpriz'd
to
find
So
strange
a
speech
,
so
innocent
a
mind
.
The
compliment
indeed
did
some
offence
To
reason
,
and
a
little
wrong'd
her
sense
;
He
cou'd
not
let
it
pass
,
but
told
his
name
,
And
what
he
was
,
and
whence
,
and
why
he
came
;
And
hinted
other
things
of
high
concern
For
him
to
mention
,
and
for
her
to
learn
;
And
she
'ad
a
piercing
wit
,
of
wond'rous
reach
To
comprehend
whatever
he
cou'd
teach
.
Thus
hand
in
hand
they
to
the
palace
walk
,
Pleas'd
and
instructed
with
each
other's
talk
.
Here
,
shou'd
I
tell
the
furniture's
expence
,
And
all
the
structure's
vast
magnificence
,
Describe
the
walls
of
shining
saphire
made
,
With
emerald
and
pearl
the
floors
inlaid
,
And
how
the
vaulted
canopies
unfold
A
mimic
heav'n
,
and
flame
with
gems
and
gold
;
Or
how
Felicity
regales
her
guest
,
The
wit
,
the
mirth
,
the
music
,
and
the
feast
;
And
on
each
part
bestow
the
praises
due
,
'Twould
tire
the
writer
,
and
the
reader
too
.
My
amorous
tale
a
softer
path
pursues
:
Love
and
the
happy
pair
demand
my
Muse
.
O
cou'd
her
art
in
equal
terms
express
The
lives
they
lead
,
the
pleasures
they
possess
!
Fortune
had
ne'er
so
plenteously
before
Bestow'd
her
gifts
,
nor
can
she
lavish
more
.
'Tis
heav'n
itself
,
'tis
ecstacy
of
bliss
,
Uninterrupted
joy
,
untir'd
excess
;
Mirth
following
mirth
the
moments
dance
away
;
Love
claims
the
night
,
and
friendship
rules
the
day
.
Their
tender
care
no
cold
indiff'rence
knows
;
No
jealousies
disturb
their
sweet
repose
;
No
sickness
,
no
decay
;
but
youthful
grace
,
And
constant
beauty
shines
in
either
face
.
Benumming
age
may
mortal
charms
invade
,
Flow'rs
of
a
day
that
do
but
bloom
and
fade
;
Far
diff'rent
here
,
on
them
it
only
blows
The
lilly's
white
,
and
spreads
the
blushing
rose
;
No
conquest
o'er
those
radiant
eyes
can
boast
;
They
like
the
stars
shine
brighter
in
its
frost
;
Nor
fear
its
rigour
,
nor
its
rule
obey
;
All
seasons
are
the
fame
,
and
ev'ry
month
is
May
.
Alas
!
how
vain
is
happiness
below
!
Man
soon
or
late
must
have
his
share
of
woe
;
Slight
are
his
joys
,
and
fleeting
as
the
wind
;
His
griefs
wound
home
,
and
leave
a
sting
behind
.
His
lot
distinguish'd
from
the
brute
appears
Less
certain
by
his
laughter
than
his
tears
;
For
ignorance
too
oft
our
pleasure
breeds
,
But
sorrow
from
the
reas'ning
soul
proceeds
.
If
man
on
earth
in
endless
bliss
cou'd
be
,
The
boon
,
young
prince
,
had
been
bestow'd
on
thee
.
Bright
shone
thy
stars
,
thy
Fortune
flourish'd
fair
,
And
seem'd
secure
beyond
the
reach
of
care
,
And
so
might
still
have
been
,
but
anxious
thought
Has
dash'd
thy
cup
,
and
thou
must
taste
the
draught
.
It
so
befel
,
as
on
a
certain
day
This
happy
couple
toy'd
their
time
away
,
He
ask'd
how
many
charming
hours
were
flown
,
Since
on
her
slave
her
heav'n
of
beauty
shone
.
Should
I
consult
my
heart
,
cried
he
,
the
rate
Were
small
,
a
week
wou'd
be
the
utmost
date
:
But
when
my
mind
reflects
on
actions
past
,
And
counts
its
joys
,
time
must
have
fled
more
fast
.
Perhaps
I
might
have
said
,
three
months
are
gone
.
Three
months
!
replied
the
fair
,
three
months
alone
!
Know
that
three
hundred
years
have
roll'd
away
,
Since
at
my
feet
the
lovely
phoenix
lay
.
Three
hundred
years
!
re-echo'd
back
the
prince
,
A
whole
three
hundred
years
compleated
since
I
landed
here
!
O
!
whither
then
are
flown
My
dearest
friends
,
my
subjects
,
and
my
throne
?
How
strange
,
alas
!
how
alter'd
shall
I
find
Each
earthly
thing
,
each
scene
I
left
behind
!
Who
knows
me
now
?
on
whom
shall
I
depend
To
gain
my
rights
?
where
shall
I
find
a
friend
?
My
crown
perhaps
may
grace
a
foreign
line
,
A
race
of
kings
,
that
know
not
me
nor
mine
;
Who
reigns
may
wish
my
death
,
his
subjects
treat
My
claim
with
scorn
,
and
call
their
prince
a
cheat
.
Oh
had
my
life
been
ended
as
begun
!
My
destin'd
stage
,
my
race
of
glory
run
,
I
shou'd
have
died
well
pleas'd
;
my
honour'd
name
Had
liv'd
,
had
flourish'd
in
the
list
of
fame
;
Reflecting
now
my
mind
with
horror
sees
The
sad
survey
,
a
scene
of
shameful
ease
,
The
odious
blot
,
the
scandal
of
my
race
,
Scarce
known
,
and
only
mention'd
with
disgrace
.
The
fair
beheld
him
with
impatient
eye
,
And
red
with
anger
made
this
warm
reply
.
Ungrateful
man
!
is
this
the
kind
return
My
love
deserves
;
and
can
you
thus
with
scorn
Reject
what
once
you
priz'd
,
what
once
you
swore
Surpass'd
all
charms
,
and
made
ev'n
glory
poor
?
What
gifts
have
I
bestow'd
,
what
favours
shewn
!
Made
you
partaker
of
my
bed
and
throne
;
Three
centuries
preserv'd
in
youthful
prime
,
Safe
from
the
rage
of
death
,
and
injuries
of
time
,
Weak
arguments
!
for
glory
reigns
above
The
feeble
ties
of
gratitude
and
love
,
I
urge
them
not
,
nor
wou'd
request
your
stay
;
The
phantom
glory
calls
,
and
I
obey
;
All
other
virtues
are
regardless
quite
,
Sunk
and
absorb'd
in
that
superior
light
.
Go
then
,
barbarian
,
to
thy
realms
return
,
And
shew
thyself
unworthy
my
concern
;
Go
,
tell
the
world
,
your
tender
heart
cou'd
give
Death
to
the
princess
,
by
whose
care
you
live
.
At
this
a
deadly
pale
her
cheeks
o'erspread
,
Cold
trembling
seiz'd
her
limbs
,
her
spirits
fled
;
She
sunk
into
his
arms
:
the
prince
was
mov'd
,
Felt
all
her
griefs
,
for
still
he
greatly
lov'd
.
He
sigh'd
,
he
wish'd
he
could
forget
his
throne
;
Confine
his
thoughts
,
and
live
for
her
alone
;
But
glory
shot
him
deep
,
the
venom'd
dart
Was
fix'd
within
,
and
rankled
at
his
heart
;
He
cou'd
not
hide
its
wounds
,
but
pin'd
away
Like
a
sick
flow'r
,
and
languish'd
in
decay
.
An
age
no
longer
like
a
month
appears
,
But
ev'ry
month
becomes
a
hundred
years
.
Felicity
was
griev'd
,
and
cou'd
not
bear
A
scene
so
chang'd
,
a
sight
of
so
much
care
.
She
told
him
with
a
look
of
cold
disdain
,
And
seeming
ease
,
as
women
well
can
feign
,
He
might
depart
at
will
;
a
milder
air
Wou'd
mend
his
health
;
he
was
no
pris'ner
there
;
She
kept
him
not
,
and
wish'd
he
ne'er
might
find
Cause
to
regret
the
place
he
left
behind
;
Which
once
he
lov'd
,
and
where
he
still
must
own
,
He
had
at
least
some
little
pleasure
known
.
If
these
prophetic
words
awhile
destroy
His
peace
,
the
former
ballance
it
in
joy
.
He
thank'd
her
for
her
kind
concern
,
but
chose
To
quit
the
place
,
the
rest
let
heav'n
dispose
.
For
Fate
,
on
mischiefs
bent
,
perverts
the
will
,
And
first
infatuates
whom
it
means
to
kill
.
Aurora
now
,
not
,
as
she
wont
to
rise
,
In
gay
attire
ting'd
with
a
thousand
dies
,
But
sober-sad
in
solemn
state
appears
,
Clad
in
a
dusky
veil
bedew'd
with
tears
.
Thick
mantling
clouds
beneath
her
chariot
spread
,
A
faded
wreath
hangs
drooping
from
her
head
.
The
sick'ning
sun
emits
a
feeble
ray
,
Half
drown'd
in
fogs
,
and
struggling
into
day
.
Some
black
event
the
threat'ning
skies
foretel
.
Porsenna
rose
to
take
his
last
farewel
.
A
curious
vest
the
mournful
princess
brought
,
And
armour
by
the
Lemnian
artist
wrought
;
A
shining
lance
with
secret
virtue
stor'd
,
And
of
resistless
force
a
magic
sword
;
Caparisons
and
gems
of
wond'rous
price
,
And
loaded
him
with
gifts
and
good
advice
;
But
chief
she
gave
,
and
what
he
most
wou'd
need
,
The
fleetest
of
her
stud
,
a
flying
steed
.
The
swift
Grifippo
,
said
th'
afflicted
fair
,
(
Such
was
the
courser's
name
)
with
speed
shall
bear
,
And
place
you
safely
in
your
native
air
;
Assist
against
the
foe
,
with
matchless
might
Ravage
the
field
,
and
turn
the
doubtful
fight
;
With
care
protect
you
till
the
danger
cease
,
Your
trust
in
war
,
your
ornament
in
peace
.
But
this
,
I
warn
,
beware
;
whate'er
shall
lay
To
intercept
your
course
,
or
tempt
your
stay
,
Quit
not
your
saddle
,
nor
your
speed
abate
,
Till
safely
landed
at
your
palace
gate
.
On
this
alone
depends
your
weal
or
woe
;
Such
is
the
will
of
Fate
,
and
so
the
Gods
foreshew
.
He
in
the
softest
terms
repaid
her
love
,
And
vow'd
,
nor
age
,
nor
absence
shou'd
remove
His
constant
faith
,
and
sure
she
cou'd
not
blame
A
short
divorce
due
to
his
injur'd
fame
.
The
debt
discharg'd
,
then
shou'd
her
soldier
come
Gay
from
the
field
,
and
flush'd
with
conquest
,
home
;
With
equal
ardour
her
affection
meet
,
And
lay
his
laurels
at
his
mistress'
feet
.
He
ceas'd
,
and
sighing
took
a
kind
adieu
;
Then
urg'd
his
steed
;
the
fierce
Grifippo
flew
;
With
rapid
force
outstripp'd
the
lagging
wind
,
And
left
the
blissful
shores
,
and
weeping
fair
behind
;
Now
o'er
the
seas
pursued
his
airy
flight
,
Now
scower'd
the
plains
,
and
climb'd
the
mountain's
height
.
Thus
driving
on
at
speed
the
prince
had
run
Near
half
his
course
,
when
,
with
the
setting
sun
,
As
thro'
a
lonely
lane
he
chanc'd
to
ride
,
With
rocks
and
bushes
fenc'd
on
either
side
,
He
spied
a
waggon
full
of
wings
,
that
lay
Broke
and
o'erturn'd
across
the
narrow
way
.
The
helpless
driver
on
the
dirty
road
Lay
struggling
,
crush'd
beneath
th'
incumbent
load
.
Never
in
human
shape
was
seen
before
A
wight
so
pale
,
so
feeble
,
and
so
poor
.
Comparisons
of
age
would
do
him
wrong
,
For
Nestor's
self
,
if
plac'd
by
him
,
were
young
.
His
limbs
were
naked
all
,
and
worn
so
thin
,
The
bones
seem'd
starting
thro'
the
parchment
skin
,
His
eyes
half
drown'd
in
rheum
,
his
accents
weak
,
Bald
was
his
head
;
and
furrow'd
was
his
cheek
.
The
conscious
steed
stopp'd
short
in
deadly
fright
,
And
back
recoiling
stretch'd
his
wings
for
flight
.
When
thus
the
wretch
with
supplicating
tone
,
And
rueful
face
,
began
his
piteous
moan
,
And
,
as
he
spake
,
the
tears
ran
trickling
down
.
O
gentle
youth
,
if
pity
e'er
inclin'd
Thy
soul
to
gen'rous
deeds
,
if
e'er
thy
mind
Was
touch'd
with
soft
distress
,
extend
thy
care
To
save
an
old
man's
life
,
and
ease
the
load
I
bear
.
So
may
propitious
heav'n
your
journey
speed
,
Prolong
your
days
,
and
all
your
vows
succeed
.
Mov'd
with
the
pray'r
the
kind
Porsenna
staid
,
Too
nobly-minded
to
refuse
his
aid
,
And
,
prudence
yielding
to
superior
grief
,
Leap'd
from
his
steed
,
and
ran
to
his
relief
;
Remov'd
the
weight
,
and
gave
the
pris'ner
breath
,
Just
choak'd
,
and
gasping
on
the
verge
of
death
.
Then
reach'd
his
hand
,
when
lightly
with
a
bound
The
grizly
spectre
vaulting
from
the
ground
,
Seiz'd
him
with
sudden
gripe
,
th'
astonish'd
prince
Stood
horror-struck
,
and
thoughtless
of
defence
.
O
king
of
Russia
,
with
a
thund'ring
sound
Bellow'd
the
ghastly
fiend
,
at
length
thou'rt
found
.
Receive
the
ruler
of
mankind
,
and
know
,
My
name
is
Time
,
thy
ever-dreaded
foe
.
These
feet
are
founder'd
,
and
the
wings
you
see
Worn
to
the
pinions
in
pursuit
of
thee
;
Thro'
all
the
world
in
vain
for
ages
sought
,
But
Fate
has
doom'd
thee
now
;
and
thou
art
caught
.
Then
round
his
neck
his
arms
he
nimbly
cast
,
And
seiz'd
him
by
the
throat
,
and
grasp'd
him
fast
;
Till
forc'd
at
length
the
soul
forsook
its
seat
,
And
the
pale
breathless
corse
fell
bleeding
at
his
feet
.
Scarce
had
the
cursed
spoiler
left
his
prey
,
When
,
so
it
chanc'd
,
young
Zephyr
pass'd
that
way
;
Too
late
his
presence
to
assist
his
friend
,
A
sad
,
but
helpless
witness
of
his
end
.
He
chases
,
and
fans
,
and
strives
in
vain
to
cure
His
streaming
wounds
;
the
work
was
done
too
sure
.
Now
lightly
with
a
soft
embrace
uprears
The
lifeless
load
,
and
bathes
it
in
his
tears
;
Then
to
the
blissful
seats
with
speed
conveys
,
And
graceful
on
the
mossy
carpet
lays
With
decent
care
,
close
by
the
fountain's
side
,
Where
first
the
princess
had
her
phoenix
spied
.
There
with
sweet
flow'rs
his
lovely
limbs
he
strew'd
,
And
gave
a
parting
kiss
,
and
sighs
and
tears
bestow'd
.
To
that
sad
solitude
the
weeping
dame
,
Wild
with
her
loss
,
and
swoln
with
sorrow
,
came
.
There
was
she
wont
to
vent
her
griefs
,
and
mourn
Those
dear
delights
that
must
no
more
return
.
Thither
that
morn
with
more
than
usual
care
She
sped
,
but
O
what
joy
to
find
him
there
!
As
just
arriv'd
,
and
weary
with
the
way
,
Retir'd
to
soft
repose
her
hero
lay
.
Now
near
approaching
she
began
to
creep
With
careful
steps
,
loth
to
disturb
his
sleep
;
Till
quite
o'ercome
with
tenderness
she
flew
,
And
round
his
neck
her
arms
in
transport
threw
.
But
,
when
she
found
him
dead
,
no
tongue
can
tell
The
pangs
she
felt
;
she
shriek'd
,
and
swooning
fell
.
Waking
,
with
loud
laments
she
pierc'd
the
skies
,
And
fill'd
th'
affrighted
forest
with
her
cries
.
That
fatal
hour
the
palace
gates
she
barr'd
,
And
fix'd
around
the
coast
a
stronger
guard
;
Now
rare
appearing
,
and
at
distance
seen
,
With
crowds
of
black
misfortunes
plac'd
between
;
Mischiefs
of
ev'ry
kind
,
corroding
care
,
And
fears
,
and
jealousies
,
and
dark
despair
.
And
since
that
day
(
the
wretched
world
must
own
These
mournful
truths
by
sad
experience
known
)
No
mortal
e'er
enjoy'd
that
happy
clime
,
And
ev'ry
thing
on
earth
submits
to
Time
.