There too is the ftunn'd APOPLEXY pight*, The bloated child of gorg'd INTEMPERANCE foul; Self-wafting MELANCHOLY, black as night Lowering, and foaming fierce with hideous howl The dog HYDROPHOBY, and near allied Scar'd MADNESS, with her moon-ftruck eye-balls ftaring wide. XIV. There, ftretch'd ONE huge, beneath the rocky mine, t With boiling fulphur fraught, and fmould'ring fires; He, the dread delegate of wrath divine, E'er while that flood o'er Taro's hundred fpires Vindictive; thrice he wav'd th' earth-fhaking wand, Powerful as that the Son of AMRAM bore, And thrice he rais'd, and thrice he check'd his hand. He ftruck the rocking ground, with thund'rous roar Yawn'd; here from street to street hurries, and there Now runs, now ftops, then fhrieks and fcours amain, Staring DISTRACTION: many a palace fair, With millions finks ingulpht, and pillar'd fane; Old OCEAN's fartheft waves confeft the shock ; Ev'n ALBION trembl'd confcious on his ftedfaft rock. XV. The meagre FAMINE there, and drunk with blood Engend'ring, to the bright hair'd Phoebus bore, And DESOLATION urge their fire-wheel'd yoke Terrible; as long of old, when from the height Of PARAN came unwrath'd the MIGHTIEST, shook Earth's firm fixt base tott'ring; thro' the black night Glanc'd the flafh'd lightnings: heav'ns rent roof abroad Thunder'd; and univerfal nature felt its GOD. XVI. Who on that scene of terror, on that hour The fworded JUDGMENT ftalking far and near? Well may'st thou tremble, when an injur'd God Difclaims thee-guilt is ever quick of fearLoud whirlwinds howl in Zephyr's fofteft breath; And ev'ry glancing meteor glares imagin'd death. XVII. The good alone are fearless they alone Firm and collected in their virtue, brave The wreck of worlds, and look unfhrinking down Of honeft praise hath reach't the vale of death; Calm Calm as the flumb'ring infant: from the goal Free and unbounded flies the difembodied foul. XVIII. Whether fome delegated charge below, Some much-lov'd friend its hov'ring care may claim, Of letter'd arrogance, delights to run The trackless wheelings of th' fwallow's flight. W The MILK - MAID. HOE'ER for pleasure plans a scheme, Affording nothing found or real, And when the thoughts on evil pore, Thus while the mind the future fees, Is Pleasure's scheme the point in view? Well-Tuesday is th' appointed day; How darken'd o'er with clouds of spleen, DELIA furveys, with curious eyes, The clouds collected in the skies; Wishes no ftorm may rend the air, And Tuesday may be dry and fair; And I look round, my boys, and pray, That Tuesday may be holiday. Once on a time, a ruftic dame, "Please heav'n but to preferve my health, "No doubt I fhall have ftore of wealth; It "It must of consequence enfue "I shall have ftore of lovers too. "Oh how I'll break their stubborn hearts, "What Suitors then will kneel before me! Action, alas! the fpeaker's grace, What fancied blifs the maid o'erthrew ! Thus fancy ever loves to roam, A FA |