ECLOGUE IV. AGIB AND SECANDER; OR, The Fugitives. SCENE-A MOUNTAIN IN CIRCASSIA. TIME, MIDNIGHT. IN fair Circassia, where, to love inclined, SECANDER, O stay thee, Agib, for my feet deny, No longer friendly to my life, to fly. Friend of my heart, O turn thee and survey ! Trace our sad flight through all its length of way! And first review that long-extended plain, And yon wide groves, already pass'd with pain! Yon ragged cliff, whose dangerous path we tried! And, last, this lofty mountain's weary side!' AGIB. 'Weak as thou art, yet hapless, must thou know He blasts our harvests, and deforms our land. SECANDER. 'Unhappy land, whose blessings tempt the sword, In vain, unheard, thou call'st thy Persian lord! In vain thou court'st him, helpless, to thine aid, To shield the shepherd, and protect the maid! Far off, in thoughtless indolence resign'd, Soft dreams of love and pleasure sooth his mind: Midst fair sultanas lost in idle joy, No wars alarm him, and no fears annoy.' AGIB. 'Yet these green hills, in summer's sultry heat, Have lent the monarch oft a cool retreat. Sweet to the sight is Zabran's flowery plain: And once by maids and shepherds loved in vain! No more the virgins shall delight to rove By Sargis' banks, or Irwan's shady grove; On Tarkie's mountain catch the cooling gale, Or breathe the sweets of Aly's flowery vale: Fair scenes! but, ah! no more with peace possess'd, With ease alluring, and with plenty bless'd! No more the shepherds' whitening tents appear, SECANDER. • In vain Circassia boasts her spicy groves, For ever famed, for pure and happy loves: In vain she boasts her fairest of the fair: Their eyes' blue languish, and their golden hair! Those eyes in tears their fruitless grief must send ; Those hairs the Tartar's cruel hand shall rend.' AGIB. 'Ye Georgian swains, that piteous learn from far Circassia's ruin, and the waste of war; Some weightier arms than crooks and staffs prepare, To shield your harvest, and defend your fair: The Turk and Tartar like designs pursue, Fix'd to destroy, and stedfast to undo. Wild as his land, in native deserts bred, By lust incited, or by malice led, The villain Arab, as he prowls for prey, Oft marks with blood and wasting flames the Yet none so cruel as the Tartar foe, way: To death inured, and nursed in scenes of woe.' He said; when loud along the vale was heard A shriller shriek; and nearer fires appear'd: The'affrighted shepherds, through the dews of night, Wide o'er the moonlight hills renew'd their flight. ODES. TO PITY. O THOU, the friend of man, assign'd When first Distress, with dagger keen, By Pella's' bard, a magic name, But wherefore need I wander wide Deserted stream, and mute? There first the wren thy myrtles shed Thy turtles mix'd their own. 1 Euripides. 2 The river Arun runs by the village in Sussex, where Otway had his birth. Come, Pity, come; by Fancy's aid, There Picture's toil shall well relate, The buskin'd Muse shall near her stand, There let me oft, retired by day, There waste the mournful lamp of night, To hear a British shell! TO FEAR. THOU, to whom the world unknown, I see, I see thee near. I know thy hurried step; thy haggard eye! |