The Poetical Works of John Langhorne ... To which are prefixed, Memoirs of the Author by his Son the Rev. J. T. Langhorne ... In Two Volumes |
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THE ORIGIN OF THE VEIL.
The meanest friend of beauty shall be mine.
What Love, or Fame, or Fortune could bestow,
The charm of praise, the ease of life I owe
To Beauty present, or to Beauty fled,
To Hertford living, or Caernarvon dead,
To Tweedale's taste, to Edgecumbe's sense serene,
And, Envy spare this boast, to Britain's Queen.
Kind to the lay that all unlabour'd flow'd,
What Fancy caught, where Nature's pencil glow'd,
She saw the path to new, tho' humble fame,
Gave me her praise, and left me fools to blame.
Dread that endears, and softness that disarms.
The tim'rous eye retiring from applause,
And the mild air that fearfully withdraws,
Marks of our power these humble graces prove,
And, dash'd with pride, we deeper drink of Love.
At thy fair shrine, O Modesty, we fall.
Not Cynthia rising o'er the wat'ry way,
When on the dim wave falls her friendly ray;
Not the pure æther of Æolian skies,
That drinks the day's first glories as they rise;
Not all the tints from evening-clouds that break,
Burn in the beauties of the virgin's cheek;
When o'er that cheek, undisciplin'd by art,
The sweet suffusion rushes from the heart.
The glow that speaks the susceptible soul,
Led by nice honour, and by decent pride,
The voice of ancient virtue taught to hide;
Taught beauty's bloom the searching eye to shun,
As early flowers blow fearful of the sun.
Still flow'd the Veil o'er modesty's fair face:
Safe from each eye the featur'd soul is laid,—
The pensive thought that paler looks betray,
The tender grief that steals in tears away,
The hopeless wish that prompts the frequent sigh,
Bleeds in the blush, or melts upon the eye.
A nation waiting his eventful way,
His fortune's fair companion at his side,
The world his promise, Providence his guide;
Once, more than virtue dar'd to value life,
And call'd a sister whom he own'd a wife.
Mistaken father of the faithful race,
Thy fears alone could purchase thy disgrace.
“Go,” to the fair, when conscious of the tale,
Said Gerar's Prince, “thy husband is thy veil.”
When Hymen's altar never held a stain;
When his pure torch shed undiminish'd rays,
And fires unholy died beneath the blaze!
For faith like this fair Greece was early known,
And claim'd the Veil's first honours as her own.
Arm'd to revenge one woman's virtue lost;
Follow'd wild fortune o'er the various main,
In youth's gay bloom he plied th' exulting oar,
From Ithaca's white rocks to Sparta's shore:
Free to Nerician gales the vessel glides,
And wild Eurotas smoothes his warrior tides;
For am'rous Greece, when Love conducts the way,
Beholds her waters, and her winds obey.
No object hers but Love's impression knows,
No wave that wanders, and no breeze that blows,
Her groves, her mountains have his power confest,
And Zephyr sigh'd not but for Flora's breast.
Far o'er Laconia's plains from Eva's shade;
When soft-ey'd Spring resum'd his mantle gay,
And lean'd luxurious on the breast of May,
Love's genial banners young Ulysses bore,
From Ithaca's white rocks to Sparta's shore.
All princely virtues, and all manly charms,
All Love can urge, or Eloquence persuade,
The future hero woo'd his Spartan maid.
Beauty, like valour, long maintain'd the field.
“No breath so pure o'er Tempe's bosom blows;
“No smile so radiant throws the genial ray
“Thro' the fair eye-lids of the op'ning day;
“But deaf to vows with fondest psssion prest,
“Cold as the wave of Hebrus' wint'ry breast,
“Penelope regards no lover's pain,
“And owns Ulysses eloquent in vain.
“Insidious hopes that lead but to despair,
“Affections lost, desires the heart must rue,
“And Love, and Sparta's joyless plains, adieu!
“Still shall my country find a father there.
“Ev'n now the children of my little reign
“Demand that father of the faithless main,
“Ev'n now, their prince solicitous to save,
“Climb the tall cliff, and watch the changeful wave.
“They seek the promis'd partner of his throne;
“For her their incense breathes, their altars blaze,
“For her to heaven the suppliant eye they raise.
“Ah! shall they know their prince implor'd in vain?
“Can my heart live beneath a nation's pain?”
The Spartan soul, with patriot ardour fir'd.
“Enough!” she cried—“Be mine to boast a part
“In him, who holds his country to his heart.
“Worth, honour, faith, that fair affection gives,
“And with that virtue, ev'ry virtue lives.”
His daughter's heart, and soften it to love,
Icarius own'd the auspices divine,
Wove the fair crown, and bless'd the holy shrine.
Then strong affection griev'd for what it gave.
Should he the comfort of his life's decline,
His life's last charm to Ithaca resign?
Or, wand'ring with her to a distant shore,
Behold Eurotas' long-lov'd banks no more?
Nor on his country's parent bosom die?
“Leave the lov'd honours of thy little reign.
“The grateful change shall equal honours bring,
“—Lord of himself, a Spartan is a King.”
“Canst thou not force the father from thy breast?
“Not without pain behold one child depart,
“Yet bid me tear a nation from my heart?
“—Not for all Sparta's, all Eubœa's plains”—
He said, and to his coursers gave the reins.
'Till, mov'd, the Monarch yields her to her choice.
“Tho' mine by vows, by fair affection mine,
“And holy truth, and auspices divine,
“This suit let fair Penelope decide,
“Remain the daughter, or proceed the bride.”
And told him all that modesty could tell.
With patriot virtue or acknowledg'd love,
But on the scene that parting sighs endear'd,
Fair Modesty's first honour'd fane he rear'd.
The daughter's veil before her blushes bore,
And taught the maids of Greece this sovereign law—
—She most shall conquer, who shall most withdraw.
Plato mentions two provinces in Persia, one of which was called the Queen's Girdle, the other the Queen's Veil, the revenues of which, no doubt, were employed in purchasing those parts of her Majesty's dress. It was about the middle of the third century, that the eastern women, on taking the vow of virginity, assumed that veil which had before been worn by the Pagan pricstesses, and which is used by the religious among the Romanists now.
The women of ancient Greece, at the marriage ceremony, wore garlands of flowers, probably as emblems of purity, fertility, and beauty. Thus Euripides,
------αλλ' ομωςΣοι κατασεψατ' εγωνιν ηνον, ως γαμουμενην:
Iph.
The modern Greek ladies wear these garlands in various forms, whenever they appear dressed; and frequently adorn themselves thus for their own amusement, and when they do not expect to be seen by any but their domestics. Voyage Litteraire de la Grece.
The ancients esteemed this one of the greatest misfortunes that could befall them. The Trojans thought it the most lamentable circumstance attending the loss of their pilot Palinurus, that his body should lie in a foreign country.
—Ignotâ, Palinure, jacebis arenâ.Virgil.
Pausanias, who has recorded the story on which this little poem is founded, tells us that this was the first temple erected to Modesty in Greece.
See the Veil of Modesty in the Musæum Capitolinum, vol. iii.; and for further proofs of its high antiquity, see Hom. Odyss. lib. vi. Claud. Epithal. Honor. where he says,
Et crines festina ligat, peplumque fluentemAllevat—
Iphig. in Taur. Act. iv.; and Colut. Rapt. Helen. lib. i. v. 381, where Hermione tears her gold-embroidered veil on the disappearance of Helen.
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