And Glaucus there, by rival arts assail'd,

*

Fell Circe's hate and Scylla's doom bewail'd.-
Then sad Carmenta, with her royal lord,

Whom the fell sorceress clad, by arts abhorr'd,
With plumes; but still the regal stamp impress'd
On his imperial wings and lofty crest.-

Then she, whose tears the springing fount supplied;

And she whose form above the rolling tide
Hangs a portentous cliff-the royal fair+,

Who wrote the dictates of her last despair
To him whose ships had left the friendly strand,
With the keen steel in her determin'd hand.-
There, too, Pygmalion, with his new-made spouse,
With many more, I spied, whose amorous vows

Scylla, the daughter of Nisus.---See Ovid. Metam. 1.8.

+ Dido.---This alludes to that Epsitle of Ovid to which her name is prefixed.

See Ovid. Metam. 1. 10.

And fates in never-dying song resound Where Aganippe laves the sacred ground:And last of all I saw the lovely maid 13

Of Love unconscious, by an oath betray'd.

END OF THE SECOND PA

THE

TRIUMPH OF LOVE.

PART THE THIRD.

LIKE

one by wonder 'reft of speech, I stood Pond'ring the mournful scene in pensive mood; As one that waits advice. My guide in haste Began:-"You let the moments run to waste: What objects hold you here?- my doom you know; Compell'd to wander with the sons of woe!"— "O yet awhile afford your friendly aid!

You see my inmost soul;" submiss I said:
"The strong unsated wish you there can read;

The restless cravings of my mind to feed

With tidings of the dead."-In gentler tone

He said, "Your longings in your looks are known;
You wish to learn the names of those behind

Who through the vale in long procession wind:
I grant your prayer, if Fate allows a space,”
He said, "their fortunes, as they come, to trace:-
See that majestic shade that moves along,

And claims obeisance from the ghostly throng:
'Tis Pompey; with the partner* of his vows,
Who mourns the fortunes of her slaughter'd spouse,
By Egypt's servile band.-The next is het
Whom Love's tyrannic spell forbade to see
The danger by his cruel consort plann❜d,

Till Fate surpris'd him by her treacherous hand.—
Let Constancy and Truth exalt the name

Of her, the lovely candidate for fame,

Who sav'd her spouse! Then Pyramus is seen

And Thisbe, through the shade, with pensive mien ;

Cornelia, the second wife of Pompey.

+ Agamemnon.

Hypermnestra.