Tales eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 328 pages of information about Tales.

Tales eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 328 pages of information about Tales.
   Thus Gwyn was happy; he had now a friend,
And a meek spouse on whom he could depend: 
But now possess’d of male and female guide,
Divided power he thus must subdivide: 
In earlier days he rode, or sat at ease
Reclined, and having but himself to please;
Now if he would a fav’rite nag bestride,
He sought permission—­“Doctor, may I ride?”
(Rebecca’s eye her sovereign pleasure told) —
“I think you may, but guarded from the cold,
Ride forty minutes.”—­Free and happy soul,
He scorn’d submission, and a man’s control;
But where such friends in every care unite
All for his good, obedience is delight. 
   Now Gwyn a sultan bade affairs adieu,
Led and assisted by the faithful two;
The favourite fair, Rebecca, near him sat,
And whisper’d whom to love, assist, or hate;
While the chief vizier eased his lord of cares,
And bore himself the burden of affairs: 
No dangers could from such alliance flow,
But from that law that changes all below. 
   When wintry winds with leaves bestrew’d the ground,
And men were coughing all the village round;
When public papers of invasion told,
Diseases, famines, perils new and old;
When philosophic writers fail’d to clear
The mind of gloom, and lighter works to cheer;
Then came fresh terrors on our hero’s mind —
Fears unforeseen, and feelings undefined. 
   “In outward ills,” he cried, “I rest assured
Of my friend’s aid; they will in time be cured;
But can his art subdue, resist, control
These inward griefs and troubles of the soul? 
Oh! my Rebecca! my disorder’d mind
No help in study, none in thought can find;
What must I do, Rebecca?” She proposed
The Parish-guide; but what could be disclosed
To a proud priest?—­“No! him have I defied,
Insulted, slighted—­shall he be my guide? 
But one there is, and if report be just,
A wise good man, whom I may safely trust;
Who goes from house to house, from ear to ear,
To make his truths, his Gospel-truths, appear;
True if indeed they be, ’tis time that I should hear: 
Send for that man; and if report be just,
I, like Cornelius, will the teacher trust;
But if deceiver, I the vile deceit
Shall soon discover, and discharge the cheat.” 
   To Doctor Mollet was the grief confess"d,
While Gwyn the freedom of his mind expressed;
Yet own’d it was to ills and errors prone,
And he for guilt and frailty must atone. 
“My books, perhaps,” the wav’ring mortal cried,
“Like men deceive; I would be satisfied; —
And to my soul the pious man may bring
Comfort and light:  —­do let me try the thing.” 
   The cousins met, what pass’d with Gwyn was told: 
“Alas!” the Doctor said, “how hard to hold
These easy minds, where all impressions made
At first sink deeply, and then quickly fade;
For while so strong these new-born fancies reign,
We must divert them, to oppose is vain: 
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