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 The brothers
 
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 THE 
 
 BROTHERS, 
 
 AN ECLOGUE. 
 
 "BY THE HONOURABLE 
 
 CHARLES JOHN FEILDING. 
 
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 MDCCLXXXI.
 
 TO THE 
 LORD VISCOUNT F E I L D I N G, 
 
 (WHOM THE TIES OF NATURE 
 PROMPT HIM TO LOVE, 
 
 AND MERIT 
 
 COMPELS HIM TO ESTEEM,> 
 THE FOLLOWING POEM. 
 
 IS INSCRIBED, 
 
 BY HIS SINCERE FRIEND 
 
 AND AFFECTIONATE BROTHER, 
 
 CHARLES JOHN FEILDING, 
 
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 THE 
 
 BROTHERS. 
 
 . 
 AN E-CL-OGUE. 
 
 "C'ANN'D by the gentleft breezes of the May, 
 Young Damon wildly tuned his untaught lay. 
 Wildly he tuned by inborn genius fired, 
 As Fancy prompted, and the Mufe infpired* 
 He fung of tears that pale Amyntas fhed 
 .(Arnyntas, weeping o'er his Delia dead)t 
 He fung, how, Thyrfis in the ground was laid 
 (The fweetefl Poet of the Sylvan lhade) : 
 Sung how a Father heaved the heart-felt groan, 
 And with that Father's forrows mix'd his own. i o 
 
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 N^r did the dead alone engrofs his care, 
 He fung the living Youth,, the living Fair. 
 He bade the gale to Strephon's ear convey* 
 To Strephon's partial ear, the friendly lay i 
 Of kaura's charms he told the filent Vale, 
 And wooed Sweet Echo to repeat the tale; 
 Sweet Echo heard the prayer Th* encharited Swain 
 With fond delight fat lift'ning to the ftrain,, 
 On each returning note with rapture hung* Cl'^i 
 And wonder'^ at tbe lays himfelf had fung::/X[ .<L& 
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 If fuch ddigbt fuch Mtifici could impart^. 
 What heaV'nly tranfports would have'fili'd his heart,; 
 What raptures would; have gliften'd in his eye:. 
 How would: each vein have thrillM with, ecllacy: 
 How ev'ry fenfe had been with frenzy fired, 
 Had Laura fung the lays, herfelf infpired! 
 
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 And now a fofter fir am the Youth would try, 
 And fat attentive for the Nymph's reply. 
 When ah ! no more he hears her caves repeat 
 Love's tender lay, fo magically fweet; 30 
 
 The thund'ring drum now rattles from afar, 
 .And the fhrill trumpet brays the din of War. 
 
 Quick from the ground he {tarts with wild amaze, 
 And eyes the Vale around with Horror's gaze. 
 That Vale how changed ! where late with rofes crowu'dj 
 The carelefs Shepherds trip ? d their frolic round; 
 Or watch'd on mofTy banks their fleecy care; 
 'Or held fort dalliance with the frniling fair, 
 (While Love in each fond boforn breath'd a figli, 
 ?Glow\3 on each cheek, and fiafh'd from ev'ry eye,) 40 
 iHorror invades, and War ? s terrific mien 
 SBlafts the gay profpeft, and deforms the fcene. 
 
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 Around no brows do fragrant rofes bloom, 
 There gleams the helmet, and there nods the plume; 
 On moffy banks no Shepherd tunes his lay; 
 The flocks negleded rove to wolves a prey ; 
 Nor lefs negle&ed mourns the drooping Maid 
 Her flighted beauties, in the lonely fhade^ 
 Pale is her cheek, and languid fwims her eye, 
 And the foft figh flie heaves is Sorrow's fig-b. 50 
 
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 Long time in dumb furprize the Shepherd flood' r 
 View'd the changed fcene^ and trembled as he view'dj 
 Saw down the rocks a ftreaoi of Warriors 
 And heard, aftonifh'd heard, the mingled 
 While thus the Swain is fix'd in fpeechlefs trance^ 
 Behold a Youth of well-known form advance, 
 For both from one indulgent Father fprung, 
 And both around one virtuous Mother clung. 
 
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 With martial ftep, the blooming Hero came, 
 
 The fame in feature, as by birth the fame. 60 
 
 Alike the curls which down his moulders flow, 
 
 Alike his cheeks, but of a richer glow. 
 
 Alike his limbs, but more of flrength difplay ; 
 
 Alike his eyes, but beam a brighter ray* 
 
 Such Dorylas, who led the martial train 
 While Damon piped upon the rural plain- 
 Tho' like in outward form, begin, rny. Mufe y 
 And tell how each a different theme purfues. 
 How one for glorious War prefers his plea,. 
 And one for fweet Tranquillity, and Thee. 70 
 
 3> o R Y L A s. 
 
 Why does my Brother thus his youthful bloom; 
 In eafe inglorious, amid fliades^ confume? 
 
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 Heard'fl thou the trumpet's voice? or could thine ear 
 
 The thrilling clangor without rapture hear? 
 Didft thou not fcorn thy foft Arcadian lay, 
 And throw thy ufelefs pipe defpifed away ? 
 
 Ah ! no, thou didft not ftill in ruftic pride 
 
 The arn'rous bawble dangles at thy fide. 
 
 T> A M O N. 
 
 Yes, ftill, fweet foother of each penfive hour, 
 My foul enamour'd owns thy magic power ! 8 a 
 
 Oft' time when Morning oped her golden eye, 
 Oft' time when Evening's blu/hes ftreak'd the fkyv i>r..' 
 Oft' time when Pheebus fhed his noontide ray, vpl 
 Or Gynthia traced t&ro' broken clouds her way, 
 Thy tender {trains have bade the Morning fmile. 
 Have Evening's ling'ring lalufh 'detakia'd awhile, 
 Have tempered fultry Pliosbtis' mid-day hcatj ' 
 And made mild Cynthia*s -empire doubly fweet. 
 
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 Nor did a much-loved brother's tongue refrain 
 
 With partial praifes to commend the {train. 90 
 
 
 
 JIIG . D O R Y L A S. 
 
 Then had no trumpet's foul-awak'ning found 
 To this enraptur'd ear it's palTage found; 
 Then had no e aligns of the battle fpread , 
 Their dazzling radiance round this wond'ring head ^ 
 Then had not Glory's form fupremel'y bright 
 Burft with full luftre on my ravifh'd fight,. 
 And, borne majeftic in her flaming car, 
 Thrice waved her fpear, and pointed to the war, 
 Again the heav'nly viflon flrikes my eyes : 
 A flood of radiance burfts from all the ikies. i QO 
 
 Again, again bright Glory I behold 
 Whirl on her rolling throne of burning gold ; 
 Again me waves her fpear, and points the way, 
 To War's enfanguined field, and I obey. 
 
 DAMON*
 
 DAMON. 
 
 Obey her call! to me thefe glades belong, 
 Thefe glades where late I faw the Queen of Song. 
 Here, while beneath this filver hawthorn's (hade, 
 At eafe reclined, my carelefs limbs I laid : 
 (What time Day's fev'rifh. eye Eve's fingers clofe, 
 And her foft warblings lull him to repofe.) no 
 
 The heavMy Maid, in veft of varying hue, 
 Tript o'er the daified green, and met my view. 
 Bare was her heaving bread that mamed thefnow, 
 And true to<ev'ry touch of joy or woe. 
 Bright were her eyes, but in their radiance wild, 
 By turns in tears they fwam, by turns they fmiled. 
 Yet thro' the mournful fhow'rs (O flrange to tell !) 
 Beam'd rapture's fun, and gilt them as they fell. 1 1 8 
 " Bleft youth (me cried) whofe fludious footfteps rua 
 " From thofe rude fcenes which peace delights to fhun, 
 
 " Who,
 
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 " Who, far from Fafhion and her tinfel train,. 
 
 " Prefer'fl fweet Quiet's folitary reign ; 
 
 tf Whofe heav'n-fix'd eye is wont,., at Night's calm noon,. 
 
 " To watch from cloud to cloud the wand'ring Moon ; . 
 
 " Whofe penfive ear, while Silence hovers round, . 
 
 " Feeds on the Village death-bell's diftant found; 
 
 " Or loves, as now, at. evening's gentler hour, 
 
 " To hear fweet Philomel from yonder bower;, 
 
 tf This pipe can life of all its cares beguile, 
 
 " And win Misfortune's felf to wear a fmile. . 130: 
 
 * This pipe be thine !" She fpoke, and forth flie drew 
 
 The myftic reed, then vanifh'd from my view* , 
 
 DO R Y L AS. 
 
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 Indulge thy dream ! in Indolence reclin'd, 
 Wooe the foft waving of the Weftern wind ! 
 To moralizing brooks incline thine ear ! 
 Pipe thy fweet lays to rocks that cannot hear! 
 
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 With philofophic fcorn the world defpife: 
 The empty world and all its vanities ! 
 Seek fome deep Foreft's moft impervious fhade, 
 Some Paradife, uncurft with human tread! 140 
 
 Improve the tranfient moments as they fly 
 With morals on a flower's mortality ! 
 In rapt'rous filence wafte whole nights away, 
 Arid liilen to the fcreech -owl's magic lay; 
 Supremely blefl if fome kind Youth would fwell 
 Death's horrid train, that thou might'it hear the knell ! 
 
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 But if to fweet Society inclin'd 
 Thy once-loved Solitude fhou'd pall thy mind, 
 Seek the foft converfe of fome rural Fair! 
 
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 Twine flow'ry chaplets-to adorn her hair ! 150 
 
 Then while you lit beneath the poplar bough, 
 Call ev'ry God to witnefs to your vow; 
 
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 Tho' with nice fkill from ev'ry mead you chofe 
 The faireft lily, and the brighten: rofe, 
 Yet the rich tint which Nature's hand has thrown 
 O'er her lov'd cheek, and her lov'd cheek alone ; 
 Yet the pure fnow which on her gentle breaft 
 Pants like a dove alarm'd upon her neft, 
 With fuch fuperior beauties court the eye, 
 That pale the rofes turn, the lilies die. 160 
 
 Dream on! Be mine with martial rage to glow ! 
 To hurl defiance on the trembling foe ! 
 Be mine with this good faulchion to engage, 
 " Where the fight burns, and where the thickeft rage," 
 Be mine to force th' aftoniuYd troops to run 
 Before this look, like mills before the Sun ! 
 
 D A M o N. 
 
 Hence to the war ! Indulge thy favage ear 
 With the wild (hrieks of comfortlefs Defpair ! 
 
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 With eager joy drink in the Widow's cry ! 
 
 Feaft on the frantic Mother's agony ! 170 
 
 Hark! 'hark! " My Son! my murder'd Son !" Hie calls, 
 
 Then fainting o'er the bleeding body falls. 
 
 *< My blooming Hero fhall not die," (fhe cries) 
 
 And Jftrains him 'to her breaft Her Hero dies. 
 
 Enjoy her pangs ! with rapture fee her tear 
 
 The rev'rend honours of her filver hair! 
 
 Enjoy her pangs ! and let each burfling groan, 
 
 That heaves her heart with madnefs, footh thy own'! 
 
 D o R Y L A s. 
 
 Ah ! leek not, to thy Brother's fame a foe, 
 To blafl his op'ning laurels ere they blow. 180 
 
 Should the fond mother fill with ihrieks the plain, 
 Should the fad widow weep her hufband flain, 
 
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 My eye like thine would drop Companion's tear, 
 
 My hand would fuccour, and my breath would cheai\ 
 
 Yes, wretched mourners, who, by Fate's decree, 
 Bend, vainly bend, the fupplicating knee, 
 That pitying Heav'n your beft-beloved would fpare, 
 Then view them perifh, ere you end the prayer; 
 My bofom bleeds for ev'ry pang you feel, 
 And mourns the forrows, which it cannot heal. 190 
 
 Britannia calls ! her foes are gather'd round 
 All, all prepare her fated bread to wound. 
 Her virtuous maids the tears of anguifh pour, 
 Her pious matrons kneel upon the fhore. 
 Heard'ft thou that fhriek? Perhaps the favage foe 
 Aims at thy mother's heart the deadly blow. 
 Matron, in vain thou calPft for Damon's aid. 
 
 He pipes, regardlefs, in the peaceful (hade, 
 
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 And, while foft echoes to his lays reply, 
 
 Heeds not a dying Mother's piercing cry. 200 
 
 D A M O N. 
 
 Give me a fword ! this feeble hand fhall fave 
 A much-loved Parent from the op'ning grave. 
 Give me a fword ! while filial love fupplies 
 That ftrength which nature, and which health denies. 
 Alas ! vain boaft ! E'en now my treach'rous hand 
 Difclaims obedience to my heart's command ! 
 To thee the glitt'ring weapon I confign ! 
 No arm can wield it more beloved than thine! 
 May'fl thou (but hence, difguife ! no Damon now, 
 'Tis CHARLES for WILLIAM breathes the ardent vow.) 210 
 May'il thou, bleil Youth, with endlefs laurel cround, 
 RenoVn'd for conqueft, as for worth renown'd, 
 Long live thy Country's firm defence to prove, 
 
 And gain a Nation's, as a Brother's love! 
 
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 Nor (tho* far nobler aim thy bofom fires) 
 .Scorn the rude verfe which Friendfhip's voice infpires. 
 Friendfhip who (mindful of that happy day 
 Which gave the theme that animates my lay) 
 Bids ev'ry joy mortality can know, 
 Bids ev'ry joy exempt from ev'ry woe 220 
 
 Shed his bright funfhine o'er each future hour, 
 And mix with Virtue's garland, Pleafure's flower. 
 
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