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Wretch that I am, what hopes for me remain, Who cannot cease to love, yet love in vain ? Oh could I once, once more behold the fair, Speak to her, tell her, of the pangs I bear, Perhaps she is not adamant, would show Perhaps some pity at my tale of woe. Oh inauspicious flame !—’tis mine to prove A matchless instance of disastrous love. Ah
spare me, gentle power !—If such thou be, Let not thy deeds and nature disagree; Spare me, and I will worship at no shrine With vow and sacrifice, save only thine. Now I revere thy fires, thy bow, thy darts, Now own thee sovereign of all human hearts. Remove! no-grant me still this raging woe! Sweet is the wretchedness that lovers know : But pierce hereafter (should I chance to see One destined mine) at once both her and me.
Such were the trophies, that, in earlier days, By vanity seduced, I toild to raise, Studious, yet indolent, and urged by youth, That worst of teachers ! from the ways of truth; Till learning taught me, in his shady bower, To quit love's servile yoke, and spurn
power. Then, on a sudden, the fierce flame supprest, A frost continual settled on my breast, Whence Cupid fears his flames extinct to see, And Venus dreads a Diomede in me.
ON THE INVENTOR OF GUNS.
PRAISE in old times the
[The Poems on the subject of the Gunpowder Treason I have
not translated, both because the natter of them is unpleasant, and because they are written with an asperity, which, however it might be warranted in Milton's day, would be extremely unseasonable now.] C.
TO LEONORA SINGING AT ROME'.
ANOTHER Leonora once inspired
1 I have translated only two of the three poetical compliments addressed to Leonora, as they appear to me far superior to what I have omitted. C.
TO THE SAME.
NAPLES, too credulous, ah! boast no more
THE COTTAGER AND HIS LANDLORD.
A PEASANT to his lord paid yearly court,
TO CHRISTINA, QUEEN OF SWEDEN,
WITH CROMWELL'S PICTURE.
CHRISTINA, maiden of heroic mien !
my veteran brow,
ON THE DEATH OF THE VICE-CHANCELLOR,
LEARN, ye nations of the earth,
Ne'er had Hector press’d the plain
Dwelt in herbs, and drugs, a power To avert man's destined hour, Learn'd Machaon should have known Doubtless to avert his own.
Chiron had survived the smart
Hadst advanced to higher fame