IMITATION FROM THE LATIN OF NICOLAUS ARCHIUS
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ovely gems of radiance meekTrembling down my Laura's cheek,As the streamlets silent glideThro' the Mead's enamell'd pride,Pledges sweet of pious woe, 5Tears which Friendship taught to flow,Sparkling in yon humid lightLove embathes his pinions bright:There amid the glitt'ring show'rSmiling sits th' insidious Power; 10As some wingéd Warbler oftWhen Spring-clouds shed their treasures softJoyous tricks his plumes anew,And flutters in the fost'ring dew. ? 1790. FOOTNOTES: [17:2] First published in 1893. From _MS. O (c)_. MONODY ON A TEA-KETTLE[18:1] O Muse who sangest late another's pain,To griefs domestic turn thy coal-black steed!With slowest steps thy funeral steed must go,Nodding his head in all the pomp of woe:Wide scatter round each dark and deadly weed, 5And let the melancholy dirge complain,(Whilst Bats shall shriek and Dogs shall howling run)The tea-kettle is spoilt and Coleridge is undone! Your cheerful songs, ye unseen crickets, cease!Let songs of grief your alter'd minds engage! 10For he who sang responsive to your lay,What time the joyous bubbles 'gan to play,The _sooty swain_ has felt the fire's fierce rage;--Yes, he is gone, and all my woes increase;I heard the water issuing from the wound-- 15No more the Tea shall pour its fragrant steams around! O Goddess best belov'd! Delightful Tea!With thee compar'd what yields the madd'ning Vine?Sweet power! who know'st to spread the calm delight,And the pure joy prolong to midmost night! 20Ah! must I all thy varied sweets resign?Enfolded close in grief thy form I see;No more wilt thou extend thy willing arms,Receive the _fervent Jove_, and yield him all thy charms! How sink the mighty low by Fate opprest!-- 25Perhaps, O Kettle! thou by scornful toeRude urg'd t' ignoble place with plaintive din.May'st rust obscure midst heaps of vulgar tin;--As if no joy had ever seiz'd my breastWhen from thy spout the streams did arching fly,-- 30As if, infus'd, thou ne'er hadst known t' inspireAll the warm raptures of poetic fire! But hark! or do I fancy the glad voice--'What tho' the swain did wondrous charms disclose--(Not such did Memnon's sister sable drest) 35Take these bright arms with royal face imprest,A better Kettle shall thy soul rejoice,And with Oblivion's wings o'erspread thy woes!'Thus Fairy Hope can soothe distress and toil;On empty Trivets she bids fancied Kettles boil! 40 1790. FOOTNOTES: [18:1] First published in 1834, from _MS. O_. The text of 1893 followsan autograph MS. in the Editor's possession. LINENOTES: _Monody_] 1 Muse that late sang another's poignant pain MS. S. T. C. [3] In slowest steps the funeral steeds shall go MS.S. T. C. [4] Nodding their heads MS. S. T. C. [5] each deadly weed MS. S. T. C. [8] The] His MS. S. T. C. [9] songs] song MS. S. T. C. [15] issuing] hissing MS. S. T. C. [16] pour] throw MS. S. T. C. steams] steam MS. S. T. C. [18] thee] whom MS. S. T. C. Vine] Wine MS. S. T. C. [19] who] that MS. S. T. C. [21] various charms MS. S. T. C. [23] extend] expand MS. S. T. C. [25] How low the mighty sink MS. S. T. C. [29] seiz'd] chear'd MS. S. T. C. [30-1]
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