106 ROTES AKD 



Revolve thou wheel, my bands pursue your race 

 And whirl o spindle with a hurried pace. 



As skilful JSgle bids, to pieces tear 

 In eastern seas matured, the slow sea-hare, 

 And draw his subtle poison forth ; then go 

 And with it daub the threshold of my foe. 

 The porch besmear'd shall penetrate his nerves, 

 And cause a torment that his crime deserves. 

 Desist o wheel, my bands relax your race 

 And turn thou spindle with a gentler pace. 



For me, to fragments break a halcyon's nest. 

 The charm is good to lull the waves to rest j 

 Perhaps it may compose the tumult of my breast. 

 Stop now my wheel, my bands suspend your racf 

 And rest o spindle from thy weary pace. 



THELGON. 



Beneath this rock, by Galatea's side 

 I sat and view'd the landscape spreading wide, 

 Capraa's isle, the rocks with Siren's names, 

 Herculean ruins and vesuvian flames. 



Above the waves thy head, o Triton, rear, 

 And let thy sea-green countenance appear. 



To Nereus, Triton may my sufferings tell, 

 And sound my groans upon his crooked shell ; 

 When words of wo will wake wave- wandering whales, 

 And rocks shall hear them floating on the gale,-?. 

 Above the waves, thy bead, o Triton, rear, 

 And let thy sea-green countenance appear. 



Here, when I first perceived a lover's flame, 



At my request fair Galatea came ; 



She stretch'd her snowy hand, but not to strike : 



And lookM me so ; I never saw the like. 

 Abov^ the waves thy head, o Triton, rear, 

 And let thy sea-green coantenauce appear . 



