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Including thofe publithed by Mr, POPE,

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POEMS MORAL AND DIVINE.

** Dignum laude virum Mula vetat mori.” Hor,To THE Ricer HONOURABLE

ROBERT, EARL OF OXFORD,

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Till death untimely. flepp'd. His tineful ¢ ngue.

Oh, juft beheld, and loft ! adinir’d, and mourn’d!
oui foftef{_ manners, genticit.arts adorn’d |}
Bleft in each feience,. blett in every ftrain;
Dear to the M fufe, to Harley dear—in deine

For him thou-oft hat bid-the world atten dy
Fond to forget the Ratefinan ir thé fri end;
For Swift and him, defpis’d the farce of ate;
The fober follies of the wife aid great;
ee the craving, awning croud to quit,
And pleas’d to {cape from flattery to wit.

bike or dead, {till let a friend be dear,
(A figh the abfent claims, the dead a tear)
Recall thofe nights that-elos’d thy toilfome days,
Still hear thy Parnell in his living lays:
Who, carelefs now, of intereft, fame, or fat
Perhaps forgets that Oxford eer was great ;

fe,

Or, deeming meaneft what we greateft call,
Bcholds thee glorious only in thy fall.

And fure, if aught below the feats divine
Can tovich immortals, "tis a foul like thine :
Te 4. DEDLCATION.

A foul fupreme, in each hard inftance try’d,,
Above all pain, all anger, and all pride 5
‘The rage of power, the blaft of public breath,
‘Fhe luft of lucre, and the dread of death.

In vain to deferts thy retreat is made;
The Mufe attends thee to thy filent thade :
‘Tis hers, the brave man’s lateft fteps to trace,
Re-judge his aéts, and dignify difgrace,
When intereft calls off all her fneaking train,
When all th’ oblig’d defert, and all the vain 3
She waits, or to the fcaffold, or the cell,
When the laft lingering friend has bid farewell.
Ev’n now the thades thy evening-walk with bays,
(No hireling the, no proftitute to prarfe).
Ev’n now obfervant of the parting ray,
Eyes the calm fun-fet of thy various day ;
‘Through Fortune’s cloud one truly great can fee,,
Nor fears to tell, that Mortimer is he.

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Ve antient times (thofe times wefancy wife} f
Have left on long abit of woman’s rife
What mor de bat it, and what fables hide,
‘What author wrote it, how that author-dy'd,
All thefe E‘fing. In <a hey fram’ the tale
(In Greece ’twas thought-a woman might be frail);

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Ye modern beauties } where the Poet dre
His fofteft'pencil, think he dreamt Gf yo
And, warn?d by him, ‘ye wanton pens beware
How Heaven’s concern’d’to vindicate the fair. }
‘Thecafe‘was Hefiod’s :
Some think ‘with-meaning, fome with idle wit:
Perhaps *tis either, as the Ladies pleafe ;
I wave-the conteft, and commence the lays

In days of yore (no matter where or when
"Twas ere the low creation fwarm’d with men)
‘That one Prometheus, fprung of heavenly birth
(Our Author’s fong can witnefs) liv’d en earths
He carv’d the turf to mold a manly frame,
And ftole from Jove his animating fam.
‘The fly contrivance o’er Olympus
When thus the MonarchPA RN EL LS OEMS.

O vers’d.in arts! whofe daring thoughts afpire,
‘Lo kindle clay with never-dying fire!
Enjoy thy glory paft, that gift was thine ;
‘The next thy creature meets, be fairly mine:
And fuch a gift, a vengeance fo defien’d,
As fuits the counfel of a God to find ;
A pleafine bofom-cheat, a fpecious iM,
Which felt.the curfe, yet-covets full to feel.
He faid, and Vulcan ftrait the Sire
To temper mortar, with, etherial hands;
In fuch a fhape to mold.a rifing fair,
As virgin goddefles are proud to wear ;
‘To make her eyes with ee eer fhine,
And form her organs for a voice divine.
Twas thus the Sire ordain’d; the Power obey’ds
find work’d, and wonder'd at the work he made;
The faireft, fofteft, {weeteft. frame beneath,
Now at to feem, now more, than feem to breathe.
Ass Vulcan ends, the chearful Queen of, Charms.
Clafp’d the new-panting creature in her arms:
From that embrace a fine complexion {pread,
Where mingled whitenefs glow’d mith fofter red.
‘Then in a kifs the breath’d her various.arts,
Of trifling pacts ly, with. wounded ae :
A mind fer love, but fill a changing minds

The lifp sett, and the

ie gen tle mming sal the courteous fink ;,
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The ftare for ftrangenefs fit, for fcorn.the frown;

For decent yielding, looks declining down;

‘TheTHE RISE OF WOMAN.

The praétis’d languith, where well-feien’d defire
Would own its melting in a mutual fire ;
Gay {miles to comfort ; April fhowers to moye ;
And all the nature, all the art of love.

Gold feepter’d Juno next exalts the fair ;

Her touch endows her with imperious air
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Self-valuing fancy, highly-crefted pride,
Strong fovereign will, and fome defre to chide ;
For which, an eloquence, that

aims to vex,
With native tropes of anger, arms the fex,
Minerva, {kilful goddefs, train’c
To twirle the {pindle by the twi |

twifting thread ;

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‘To fix the loom, infru& the reeds to part,
Crofs the long weft, and clofe the web with art,
An ufeful gift; but what profufe expence,

What world of fafhions, took its rife from hence?
Young Hermes next, a clofe contriving God,

Her brows encircled with his ferpent rod

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‘Then plots and fair e;

ccufes fill’d her brain,
The views of breaking amorous vows for gain ;

The price of favours 3 the defigning arts
‘Phat aim at riches in contempt of hearts
And, for a comfort ih’ the marriage li
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‘Thofe facred Virgins whom the Bards revere,
‘Tun'd all her voice, and thed a fweetnefs there,
‘To make her fenfe with double charms abound,
‘Or make her lively nonfenfe pleafe by found.

To drefs the maid, the decent Graces brought
A robe in all the dies of beauty wrought,

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Then fpread thofe implements that Vulcan’s art

Had fram’d to merit Cytherea’s heart;

The wire to curl, the clofe indented comb

To.call the locks, that lightly wander, home;

And chief, the mirrour, where the ravifh’d maid

Beholds and loves her own refleSted fhade.
Fair Flora lent her ftores.; the purpled Hours

Confin’d her treffes with a wreath of flowers :

Within the wreath arofe.a radiant crown;

A veil pellucid hung depending down ;

Back roll’d her azure veil with ferpent fold,

‘The purfled border deck’d the floor with gol

‘Her robe (which clofely by the girdle brac’d /

Reveal’d the beauties of a flender waif)
Flow’d to the’feet, to copy Venus’ air,

“When Venus’ ftatues have.a robe to wear.

‘The new-f{prung creature, finifh’d thus for harms,
Adjufts her habit, pragtifes her charms,

“With blufhes glows, or fhines with lively fimiles,
‘Confirms her will, or.recolle&ts her wiles :

‘Then, confcious of her worth, with eafy pace

AGlides by the glafs, and turning views her.face.

A. finerDHE RSE .0F WOMAN,
A finer flax than what they wrought before,

‘Through time’s deep.cave, the Sifter. Fates explore,

Then fix the loom, their fingers nimbly weave,

And thus their toil prophetic fang deceive.

and {wiftly flow,

Purfue thy thread; the fpindle runs below.

A. creature fond and changing, fair and vain,

Flow from the rock -» my flax!

The creature: wema an, rifes now to reign.
New beauty blooms, a beauty form’d to fly ; |
New love begins, a love produc’d to die;
New parts diftrefs the troubled {cenes of life,
he fondiin 2 miftrefs, and the ruling wife.
Men born to labour, all with pains provide
Women have time to {acrifice to pride:
‘They want the care of man, their want they know,
And drefs to pleafe with ee ae, ne fhow;
The fhow prevailing, for the £ iway contend,
find make a fervant where they meet a friend,
Thus in a thoufand wax-ere&ted forts
A loitering race the painful bee fupports ;
From fun to fun, from-bank to bank he flies,
With honey loads his bag, with wax his thighs.;
Fly where he will, at home the race remain,
Prune the fflk drefs, and murmuring. cat the gain,
- Yet here and there we grant a gentle bride,
W hofe temper: betters by the father’s fide
Unlike the reft that double human care,
Fond to relieve, or refolute to fhare:
‘Happy the.man whom thus his ftars advance?
The curfe is genera], but the bleffing chance.

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410 PARNELLE’S POEMS

Thus fung the Sifters, while the Gods admire
Their beautcous creature, made for man in ire;
The young Pandora fhe, whom all contend
To make too Leah not:to gain her-end:

‘Then bid the winds, that fly to breathe the fpring,
Returh. to bear her ona gentleswings

With wafting
And land the fhining vengeance {
eA golden coffer in her hand the bore

‘The prefent tree eherous, but the bearer more;

airs the winds obfequious blow,

Twas fraught with pangs; for Jove ordain’d above,
That gold fhould aid, and pangs attend-on love

Her gay defeent the man perceiv’d afar,
‘Wondering he ran to-catch the falling ftar.:
But fo furpriz’d, as none but he can-tell,
Who lov’d fo quickly,

O’er all his veins the wandering paflion burns.

and who lov’d fo well.

He calls her Nymph, and every Nymph by turns.

Her form to lovely Venus he: prefers,

Or {wears that Venus’ muft be fuch as hers:

She, proud to rule, yet ftrangely fram’d to teaze,

Neglects: his offers while her airs fhe plays,

Gh cats {cornful glances from’the bended frown,

In brifk diforder trips it up and down;

Then hums a earelefs tune to lay the’ ftorm,

And fits, andblufhes, files, and Ce inform.
<¢ Now take what Jove defign’d, the foftly cry’d,

«¢ This box thy portion, and es the bride.”

Fir'd with ‘the profpeét of the double charms,

He fnatch’d the box; and bride; with eager arms.

UnhappyTHE RISE OF WOMAN.

Unhappy man! to whom fo bright fhe fhone,
‘The fatal gift, her tempting felf, unknown !
‘The winds were filent, all the waves afleep,
And heaven was trac’d upon the flattering deep
But, whilft he looks unmindful of a ftorm,

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And thinks the water wears a fable form,

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Vhat dreadiul din, around his ears thal] rife!
What frowns confufe hj
At firft the creature man was fram’d alone

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L od of himfelf, and all the world his own,

For him the Nymphs In green forfook tne woods.
Stee gate aay chs Laas “{ - a {
For = the Nymphs in blue forfook the floods ;

In vain the Satyrs rage, the Tritons rave,
The ey bore him heroes in the, fecret cave.
No care ioe no fick diforder prey'd,
No bend ling age his {prig ghtly. form decay’<
No wars were known, no females heard to race
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find, Poets. tell us, *t was.a golden n age.
When woman came,, thofe ils af box confin’d

Burft furious out, and poifon’d all the wind,
From point to point, from pole to rine they flew,
Spread as they went, and in the progrefs orew:
‘The Nymphs regretting left the mortal race,
And altedie ng nature wore a fickly face :

New terms of folly rofe, new ftates of care;
New plagues, to fuffer, and to Vien the Fair!

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Commenc’d, or finifh’d, with oe unas of Btbsice
The mean defigns of well-diffembled love

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Abroad:the labour, and at home the noife,
(Man’s double fufferings for domeftic joys)
The curfe of jealoufy ; expence and ftrife ;

 

Divorce, the public brand of thameful life ;
The rival’s fword; ‘the qualm that takes the fairs

 

Difdain for paflion, paffion in_defpair,—

‘Thefe, and a thoufand yet unnam’d,. we find;

Ah fear the thoufand yet unnam’d behind!
‘Thus on Parnaffus tuneful Hefiod fung,

‘The mountain echoed, and the valley rung,

The facred groves a fix’d attention fhow,

‘The cryftal Helicon forbore to flow,

Whe tky grew bright, and (if his verfe be true)

The Mufes came to give the laurel too.

But what avail’d the verdant prize of wit,

If Love {wore vengeance for the tales he writ?

Ye Fair offended, hear your friend relate

‘What heavy judgment prov’d the writer’s fate,

‘Though when it happen’d no relation clears,

‘Tis thought in five, or five and twenty years.
Where, dark and filent, with a twifted fhade

The neighouring woods a native arbour made,

There oft a tender pair, for amorous play

= Retiring, toy’d the ravith’d hours away;

-A\ Locrian youth, the gentle Troilus he,

A fair Milefian, kind Evanthe the ;

But {welling nature in a fatal hour

Betray’d the fecrets of the confcious bower ;

A ‘Lhe dire difgrace her brothers count their own,

BY ind track her fteps, to make its author known.

xFHE-RISE OF WOMAN.

Tt chane’d oné.evening, *t was the lover’s day,

€onceal’d in brakes the jealous-kindred lay ;

When Hefiod, wandering, mus’d along the plain,.

find fix’d his feat where love had fix’d the f{cene ;

A ftrong fufpicion ftrait poffefs their mind

(For Poets ever were a gentle kind),

But when’Evanthé near the paflage ftood,

Blung back a doubtful look, and thot the wood,

“* Now take (at once they cry) thy due reward.”

And, urg’d with erring rage, affault the Bard.

His corpfe.the fea receiv’d, The dolphins bore

(Twas: all the Gods. would do): the corpfe to: fhore,
Methinks I view the dead with pitying eyes,

And fee the dreams of ancient wifdom rife;

I fee the Mufes round the bedy cry,

But hear a Cupid loudly laughing by;

He wheels his arrow with infulting hand,

And thus inferibes the morat on the fand.

Here Hefiod lies: ye future Bards, beware

How far your moral tales incenfe the Fair,

“ Unlowd, unloving, ’t was his fate to bleed ;

*¢ Without his quiver, Cupid caus’d the deed;

“* He judg’d this turn of malice juftly due,

** And, Hefiod dy’d for joys he never knew.”

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W HEN thy beauty appears
In its graces and airs,

All bright as an angel new dropt from the fky ;
4At diftance I gaze, and am aw’d by my fears,
So ftrangely you dazzle my eye!

But when without art,
Your kind thought you impart,
When your love runs in bluthes through every vein;
When it darts from your eyes, when it pants
in your heart,

Then I know you're 4 woman afain.
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There's a paffion and pride
In our fex, the reply’d,
And thus, might I gratify both, I would do:

Still an angel appear to each lover befide, :
But ftill be a woman to you. :

Gb agi Inge tie

tT HY RSIS, ayoung and amorous fwain,
Saw two, the beauties of the plain,
Who both his heart fubdue;
" Gay Celia’s eyes were dazzling fair,
Sabina’s eafy fhape and air
With fofter magic drew.Ss O N G. qe
We haunts the ftream, he haunts the grove;
Lives ina fond romance of loye,
And feems for each to die ;:
Till, each a little fpiteful crown,
Sabina Celia’s fhape ran down,
And. fhe Sabina’s-eye.

Their envy made the thepherd find

Thofe eyes which love could only blind ;:
So fet the lover free:

No more he haunts the grove or ftream,

Or with a true-love knot and name
Engraves a wounded tree.

Ah, Celia! fly Sabina ery’d,
Though neither love, we're both deny "d 3:
Now to fupport the £&x’s pride,

Let either fix the dart..

Poor girl, fays Celia, fay no more ;

For fhould the fwain but one adore,

That {pite, which broke his chains. before,
Would break the other’s heart.

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M Y days have been fo wondrous free,

The little birds, that fly

With carelefs eafe from tree to tree,
Were but as blefs’d as I,

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Afk gliding waters, if a tear
Of mine increas’d their ftream?

Or afk the flying gales, if e’er
I lent one figh to them?

But now my former days retire,
And I’m by beauty caught,

‘The tender chains of fweet: defire
Are fix’d upon my thought.

Ye nightingales, ye twifting pines
Ye {wains that haunt the grove!

Ye gentle echoes, breezy winds!
Ye clofe retreats of love!

With all of nature, all of art,
Affift the dear defign ;

O teach a young, unpraétis’d heart,
To make my Nancy mine.

The very thought of change I hate,
As much as of defpair;

Nor ever covet to be great,
Unlefs it be for her.

°*Tis true, the paffion in my mind
Is mix’d with foft diftrefs ;

Yet, while the fair I love is kind,
I cannot with it lefs.

Bo NVACO RE ONG ECE C:
HEN fpring came on with frefh delight,
To cheer thé foul, and charm the fight,
While eafy breezes, fofter rain,

And warmer funs, falute the plain ;
*T wasAON Age ROE Oa 7 4c.

*T was then, in yonder piny grove,
‘That Nature went.to meet with Love.
Green was her robe, and green her wreath,
“'Where-e’er fhe trod, ’t was green beneath
Where-e’er fhe turn’d, the pulfes beat
‘With new recruits of genial heat;
‘And in her train the birds appear;
To match for all the coming year.

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Rais’d on a bank where daifies grew,
And violets intermix’d a blue,
She finds the boy fhe.went to find;

A thoufand pleafures wait 1 ehind,

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Afide, :a thoufand arrows lie,
But all-unfeather’d, wait to fly.
When they met, the dame and boy,
-Dancing Graces, idle joy,
Wanton {miles, and airy play
-Confpir’d to make the fcene be gay;
Love pair’d the birds through all the
And Nature bid them fine to Love,
Sitting, hopping, fluttering, fing,
AAnd pay their.tribute from the wing,
To fledge the fhafts that.i aa we
And yet.unfeather’d wait to {

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°T is thus, when {pring renews the blood,
‘They meet in every trembling wood,
And thrice they make the plumes agree,
And every dart they mount: with three,
-find.every dart-can boat a kind,
Which fuits each proper turn of mind.

Ca "THE RISE OF WOMAN.

From the towering eagle’s plume
“The generous hearts accept their dooms
‘Shot by the peacock’s painted eye,
The vain and airy lovers die:
‘For careful dames and frugal men,
The fhafts are fpeckled by the hen.
The pyes and parrots deck the darts,
When prattling wins the panting hearts;s
When: from the voice the paffions fpring,
The warblingsfinch affords a wing:
Together, by the fparrow ftung,
Down fall the wanton and the young:
And fledg’d by geefe the weapons fly,
When others love they know not why.
All this (as late I chance’d to rove)
TI learn’d in yonder waving grove,
And fee, fays Lave, who call’d me near,
How much.I deal with Nature here;
How both fupport a.proper part,
She gives the feather, I the dart:
Then ceafe for fouls averfe to figh,
If Nature crofs you, fo do];
My weapon there unfeather’d flies,
And fhakes and fauffles through the fkies.
But if the mutual charms I.find
By which fhe.links you mind.to mind,
‘They wing my fhafts, I poize the darts,

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And had it bude rhe
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a always got the moft;
Jocus took care to fill him more,
Whene’er he. mifs’d the toaft.

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Gay Bacchus little Cupid ftung,
By reckoning his deceits ;
And Cupid mock’d his ftammering tongue,
 -‘Withall his ftaggering gaits :
And Jocus droll?d on Comus’ ways,
And tales without a jeft;
While Comus call’d his witty plays
But wagegeries at’ beft.
Such talk foon fet them all at odds;
And had I Homer’s pen,
Id fing ye, how they drank like Gods,
And how they. fought like Men.
To part the fray, the Graces fly,
Who make them foon agree ;
Nay, had the Furies felves been nigh,
They ftill were three to three.
Bacchus appeas’d, rais’d Cupid up,
And gave him back his bow ;
But kept fome darts to ftir the cup,
Where fack and fugar flow.
Jocus took. Comus’ rofy crown,
And gayly wore the prize,
fnd‘thrice, im mirth, he puth’d him down,
As thrice he ftrave to rife.
Then Cupid fought the myrtle grove,
Where Venus did recline;
And Venus clofe embracing Love,
They join’d.to.rail at wine.ANAC RE ONT fe,

And Comus loudly curfing wit,
Roll’d off to-fome retreat ;

Where boon companions gravely fit
In fat unweildy ftate.

Bacchus and Jocus ftill behind,
For one frefh glafs prepare ;
They kifs, and_are exceeding kind,
And vow to be fincere.
But part in time, whoever hear:
This our inftrutive fong ;
For though {uch friendfhips may be dear,
They can’t continue long.

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IN THE ANCIENT ENGLISH STILE,

] N Britain’s ifle, and Arthur’s days,
When midnight Fairies daunc’d the maze,

Liv’d Edwin of the Green ;

Edwin, I wis, a gentle youth,

Endow’d with courage, fenfe, and truth,
‘Though badly fhap’d he'd been.

His mountain back mote well be faid,

To meafure height againft his head,
And lift itfelf above;

Yet, fpite of all that Nature did

‘To make his uncouth form forbid,
‘This creature dar’d to love.

C3BD. PARNEE E’S P:OEMS.
He felt the charms of Edith’s eyes,

Nor wanted hope to gain the prize,.
Could ladies look within ;

But one Sir Topaz drefs’d with arty,

ind, if a fhape could win a heart,
He had a fhape to.win.

Edwin, if right T'read my fong,
With flighted paffion pac’d along.
All in the moony: light ;:
Twas near an old enchanted court,,
Where fportive fairies made refort

To revel out the night...

His heart was drear, his hope was crofs’d,

TE was late, *t-was far, the path was laft
That reach’d the neighbour-town 3.

With weary fteps he quits the fades,

Refolv’d, the darkling dome he treads,
And drops his limbs adown.

, But fcant he lays him on the floor,
When hollow winds remove the door,
And, trembling, rocks the ground:
And, well I ween to count aright,
At once a hundred tapers light
On all the walls around.

Now founding tongues affail his ears.
Now founding feet approachen near,
And now the founds increafe::A TPR Y 2 aes.
And from the corner where he lay
He fees a train profufely gay
Come prankling o’er-the place..

But (traft me, Gentles!) never yet
Was dight a mafquing half fo neat,
Or half fo rich before;
he country lent the fweet perfumes,
‘The fea the pearl, the fky the plumes,,
The town. its -filken ftore.

Now whilft he gaz’d, a-gallant dreft.
in flaunting robes above the reft,
With awful accent -cry’d 5°
What mortal of a wretched mind,
Whole fighs infect the balmy wind, ,
Has here prefum’d to. hide?»
At this the fwain, whofe venturous ‘foul
No fears of magic art control,.
Advane'd in open fight ;
Nor have I caufe of dreed, he faid,
«6 Who view, by no prefumption led,
«¢ Your revels of the night.

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*¢ Which made my fteps unweeting rove
‘© Amid the nightly dew.”

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66. We fairies never injure men

s¢ Who dare to tell us true,

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‘ Exalt thy love-dejeéted heart,.
** Be mine the tafk, or ere we part,
<* To make thee grief refign ;

“ Now take the pleafure of thy chaunce;
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Whilft I with Mab, my partner, daunce.
‘¢ Be little Mable thine.”

He fooke, and all a fudden there
Light mufic floats in wanton air;
‘The monarch leads the queen :
‘The reft their fairy partners found :
And. Mable trimly-tript the ground
With Edwin of the Green.

The dauneing paft, the board was laid,
find fiker fuch a feat was-made,
As heart and lip defre,
Withouten hands the dithes fly,
The glafles with a with come nighy
fond with a -wifh retire.

But, now to pleafe the fairy king,
Pull every deal they laugh and fing,
And antic feats devife ;

Some wind and tumble like an ape,
And other fome tranfmute their fhape
in Edwin’s wondering eyes.

Till one at laft, that Robin hight,
Renown’d for pinching maids by night,
Has bent him up aloof ;ASTI R YE A Ee

And full againft the beam:he flung,
Where by the back the youth he hung
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From thence, ** Reverfe my charm; he criess
6e me let it fairly now fuffice
Phe gambol has been fhown.”
But Oberon eniaey witha {mile,
*¢ Content ‘thee Edwin for a while,
“< oe vantage is thine own.”’

Here ended. all the phaptomsplay; ;
‘They {melt the freth approach of d ay,
And heard:a cock to crow;
‘The whirling wind that bore the crowd
Has clapp’d the door, and whiftled loud,-

To warn them.all to'go.

Then {creaming all at once they: fly,
And.all at once the tapers dye ;
Poor Edwin falls to floor;
Forlorn his fate, and dark the Se
Was never wight in fuch.a cafe
Through all the land before,

But foon as Dan Apollo rofe,
Full jolly creature home he goes,
He feels his back the lefs ;
His honeft.tongue and fteady mind
Had rid him of the lump behind,
Which made him want fuccefs,a

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With lufty livelyhed he talks,

He feems a dauncing as he walks,
His ftory foon took wind);

And beautesus Edith fees the youth

Endow’d with courage, fenfe, and truth,.

Without. a‘bunch behind.

The ftory told, Sir Topaz mov’d,

‘The youth of Edith erft approy’d,
To fee. the revel fcene:

At clofe of eve he leaves his home,

And wends to find the ruin’d dome:

All on the sloomy plain.
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As there he bidés, it fo befell,

‘The wind came ruftling down a dell,
A fhaking feiz?d the wall;

Up fpring the tapers as before,

‘The fairies bragly foot.the floor,
And mufic fills.the hall. |

But certes forely funk with woe
Sir Topaz fees the Elphin fhow,
His fpirits in him dye:
When Oberon crys,.** Aman is near,
*¢ A.mortal paffion, .cleeped fear,
‘¢ Hangs flagging in the fky.”

With that Sir- Topaz, haplefs youth !
Jn accents faultering, ay for ruth,

Intreats them ‘pity graunt ;‘A FATR VOPR RE RP

For als he been a mifter wight
Betray’d by wandering in the night
To tread the circled’haunt;

s¢ Ah Lofell vile, at once they roar's.
‘ And little fkill’d of. fairie lore;
“e ‘Thy caufe to come, we know:
« Now has thy keftrell courage fell;
“* And fairies, fince a lye you tell,

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<¢ Are free to work thee woe.’?

Then Will, who bears:the wifpy fire
To trail'the fwains among the mire,.
wpe caitiff upward flung ;

Thére,. like a tortoife,. ina fhop
He dangled from the chamber-top,.

Where whilome Edwin hung,

The revel now proceeds apace,

Deftly they fritk it-o’er the place,
‘They fit, they drink, and eata

‘The time with frolic mirth beguile,

And poor Sir Topaz hangs the while
Till all the rout.retreat.

By this the ftars began to wink,

They fhriek, they fly, the tapers fink,
And down y-drops the knight ;

For never fpell by fairie laid

With ftrong enchantment bound a glade,
Beyond the length of night.

   
 
 
  
   
 
  
  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
   
 
 
 
  
 
 

Chill,28 ; PARNELES - Piock ams.
Chill, dark, alone, adreed, he lay,
Till up the welkin rofe the day,
‘Then deem’d ‘the dole was oer:
oe But wot ye well his harder lot?
a His feely back the bunch had got
Which Edwin lof afore.

‘This tale a Sybil-nurfe ared ;
She foftly ftroak’d my youngling head,.
And when the tale was-done,
‘¢ ‘Thus fome are born, my fon, fhe cries,.
6¢ With bafe impedimentsto rife,
‘¢ And fome.are born «with none.

‘¢ But virtue can itfelf. advance
s¢ To what.the favourite focls of.chance
<¢ By fortune feem defign’d ;

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* Virtue can gain the odds of fate,
“¢ And from itfelf fhake off the weight

*¢ Upon th’ unworthy mind.”THE ViGrL OF “VENTS,

Written in the time of Jurrus Casar, and by
fome afcribed to'Catruntus.

yr EF thofe love now, who never lov'd before s

Let. thofe who always lowid, now lowe the more.

The fpring, the new, the warbling {pring appears,
The youthful feafon of reviving years;

In {pring the loves enkindle mutual heats,

The feather’d nation chufe their tuneful mates,
‘he trees grow: fruitful with defcending rain,

-€ind dreft-in differing greens adorn the plain.

She comes; to-morrow Beauty’s emprefs roves
‘Through walks that winding run within the groves;
She twines the fhooting myrtle into’ bowers,

And ties their meeting tops with wreaths of flowers,
‘Then, rais’d fublimely on her eafy throne,

From Nature’s powerful dictates draws her own.

Let thofe love now, who never low'd before ;
Let thofe who-akways low’ d, now love the more.

*T was on that day which faw the teeming flood
‘Swell round, tmpregnate with-celeftial blood ;
Wandering in circles ftood the’finny crew,

‘The midft was left a void expanfe of blue,
‘Phere parent ocean work’d with heaving throes,

-éind dropping wet the fair Dione. rofe,390 PARNELLIS POEMS.

Let thofe love now, who never loud before;
Let thofewho always lov'd, now love'the more.
She paints the purple year with vary’d fhow,

‘Tips the, green gem, -and makes the blofiom glow.

She makes the turgid buds receive the breeze,
Expand to leaves, and fhade the naked trees.
When gathering damps the mifty nights diffufe,
She tprinkles.all the morn with balmy dews ;
Bright trembling pearls depend at every f{pray,
And, Sept from falling, fork to fall away.

A glofly frefhnefs hence the rofe receives,

And bluthes-fweet through all her filken leaves
(The drops def wee Ing through the filent night,

While ftars ferenely roll their golden light):
Clofe till the morn, her humid veil the holds ;

ie.

‘Then deckt with virgin pomp the flower unfolc
Soon will the morning blufh: ye maids! prepare,
In rofy garlands bind your flowing hair;

Tis Venus’ plant: the blood fair Venus fhed,
O’er the gay beauty pour’d-immortal red ;

From Love s foft kifs a fweet ambrofial {mell

Was taught for ever on the leaves to dwell ;

From gems, from flames, from orient rays of light,
The richeft luftre makes her purple bright ;
And fhe to-merrow weds, the fporting ¢ ie a
‘Unties her zone, fhe burfts the verdant veil ;

Through all her fweets the rifling loyer flies,
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And as.he breathes, her

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Let thofe love now, aoe never low'd before ;
Let thofe oe alwayslov'd, now love the mare.
Z NowIGIL ‘OF ‘VENUS,  #

Now fair Dione to ee ae grove

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And thall they diss ? Is it fafe to 89,

TT he Bla ot pecs Lee .
While Nymphs -have hear ES, and Cupid vy

Yes, fafely venture, ’tis his mother’ s will;
He waiks unarm’d, and undeficnins j 1

His torch extinét, his quiver ufelefs hung,

is arrows idle, and his bow unk; ung.

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find yet, ~ye ! ee s, beware; his eyes have charms
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And. love that ’s naked, ftill is loye in arms.
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Let thofe love.now, ashe WEVECT ee before;
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Let thofe who ala vays low d, now love the zrore.

From Venus’ bower to Delia’s lodge repairs
A virgin train complete with modeft airs
*¢ Chafte Delia, ‘grarit our fuit! or thun the wood,
“< Nor ftain this facred lawn with faya ge blood,
** Venus, O Delia’! if the could :

*¢ ‘Would afk thy prefence, might the ak a maid,.”?

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Here chearful quires for three aulpicious nights

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With’ fongs prolon ig the pleafurable rites :
Here crouds in meafure lightly-decent rove;
‘Or feek by pairs the covert of the STOVE,
‘Where meeting greens for arbours arch above,
And mingling “flowrets ftrow the {cenes of love,
Here-dancing Ceres fhakes her golden fheaves ;
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‘Here Bacchus revels, deck’d with viny leaves:
‘Here Wit’s enchanting God, in lawrel crown’d,
Wakes all the ravifh’d hours with filver found.
“Ye fields, ye forefts, own Dione’s reion

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Let thofe love now, who never low d before,
Let thofe who always lov’d, now love the more.

 

Gay with the bloom of all.her opening year,
‘The Queen at Hybla bids her throne appear ;
And there prefides ; and there the favourite band
(Her fmiling graces) fhare the great. command.
Now, beauteous Hybla! -drefs thy flowery beds
With all the pride the lavith feafon -theds ;

‘Now all thy colours, ali thy. fragrance yield,

And rival Enna’s aromatic field.

To fill the prefence of the gentle court,

From every quarter rural nymphs refort.

From woeds, from mountains,. from theirhumble vales,

From waters curling with the wanton. gales.

Pleas’d with the joyful train, the laughing queen

In circles feats them round the bank of green ;

And, ‘Lovely girls, fhe whifpers, guard your hearts: s

“* My boy, though ftript of arms, abounds-in arts.”
Let thofe love now, who zever low'd before ;

Let thofe who always loud, now love the more.

Let tender grafs in fhaded-alleys fpread,

Let early flowers ereét their painted .head,
‘To-morrow’s glory be to-morrow feen,
‘That day, old Ether wedded Earth in gree
‘The vernal. father bid the Spring appear,
In clouds he coupled to produce the year,
‘The fap defcending o’er her bofom ran,
And ail the various forts of foul began.
By whcels unknown to fight, by fecret veins
Diftilling hfe, the fruitful gaddefs reigns,
2 ThroughPHE (ViGII2 OR VENUS.
Through all the lovely realms of native day,
‘Threvgh all the circled land, and circling fea;
With fertile feed fhe fill’d the pervious earth
And ever fix’d the myftic ways of birth.

Let thefe love now, who never hwd be efore ;

Let thofe who always lov’ d, now love the more.
eee fhe the parent, to the Latian fhore
‘Through various dangers ‘Troy’s se bore.
She won Lavinia for her warlike fon,
And, winning-her, the Latian empire won.
She gave to. Mars the maid, whofe honour’d womb
Swell’d with the founder of immortal Rome.
Decoy’d by fhows, the Sabine dames fhe led,
And taught our vigorous youth the way to wed.
Hence fprung the Romans, hence the race divine
Through which great Czfar draws his Julian line.
Let thofe love now, who never lov'd before ;
Let thofe who always lov'd, now love the more.
In rural feats the foul of pleafure reigns ;
‘The . of Beauty fills the rural fcenes ;
Ev'n Love (if Fame the truth of Love declare)
Drew firft the breathings-of a rural air.
Some pleafing meadow pregnant Beauty pref,
She laid her infant on its flowery breaft,

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From Nature’s {weets he fipp’d the fragrant dew,

He fmil’d, he kifs’d them, and by kiffing grew.
Let thofe love now, who never low d befor

Let thofe whe always lov’d, nov love the more.
Now bulls o’er ftalks of broom extend their fides,

Secure of favours érom their lowing brides.

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Now ftately rams their fleecy conforts lead,

Who bleating follow through the wandering fhade.
- And now the Goddefs bids the birds appear,

Raife all their mufic, and falute the year :

‘Then deep the fwan begins, and deep the fong

Runs o’er the water where he fails along :

While Philomela turns a treble ftrain,

And from the poplar charms the liftening plain,

We fancy love'expreft at every note,

It melts, it warbles, in her liquid throat.

Of barbarous Tereus the complains no more,

But fings for pleafure, as for grief before.

And till her graces rife, her airs extend,

And all is filence till the Syren end.

How long in coming is my lovely Spring !
And when fhall I, and when the fwallow fing ?
Sweet Philomela, ceafe:—Or here I fit,

And filent lofe my rapturous hour of wit:
*Tis gone, the fit retires, the flames decay,
My tuneful Pheebus flies averfe away.
Mis own Amycle thus, as ftories run,
But once was filent, and that once undone.
Let thofe love now, who never lov'd before ;

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PHYSIGNATHUS,
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Pelus, a name from med.

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the waters.
Hypfibo OAs, a a loud bauler.
Pelion 1, from 7 wud »
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Borborocates, who lies iz

the mud.
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PSYCARPAX, one
plunders granaries.

‘Troxartas, a bread-cater.

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Lychomile, a TeRer. (oF
meat:

Pternotra&tas, a@ bacon-
eater.

Lychopynax, a licker of
difbes.

En ibafichytros,
into pots.
Lychenor, @ xame for lick-

ing.
Troglodytes, oe who runs
z72to holes.
Aytopha asus, tvho feeds ox
bread.
Tyroglyp
‘feooper :
Pternoglyphus,

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& creeper

ohus, @ cheefe-
a bacon-
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Pternophagus,
eater.
ees one who fol-
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Sit aa us, an eater of
wheat.
Meridarpax, of one who plun-
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From Helicon’s imboweril
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‘The {pring gs of conteft, and the fields of “fight ;

How threatening mice advanc’d with warlike erace

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Not louder tumults thook Olympus’ towers,

When earth-born giants d
‘Thefe equal aéts an equal
And thus the Mufe record

Once on a time, fatigued and out of breath

And jut e{cap’d the ftretchi

ar’ad immortal] powers.
glory claim,

s the tale of fame.

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ung claws of death,

A gentle Moufe, whom .cats puriued in vain,

Fled iwift of foot acrofs the n eighbouring plain,

Flung o’er a brink, his eager thirft to cool,

And dipp’d his whifkers in t

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the ftanding pool ;

When near a courteous Frog advanc’d his head;

And from the waters, hoarfe-refount ding, fai

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What chance has caft thee
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if worthy, friendfhip, proffer’d friendthip take,

“And entering view the pleafurable lake ;

Range o’ey my palace, in my bounty fhare,

And glad return from hofpitable fare :

‘his filver realm extends beneath my fway,

And me, their monarch, all its Frogs obey.

Great Phyfignathus J, from Peleus’ race,

Begot in fair Hydromede’s embrace,

Where, by the nuptial bank that paints his fide,

“The fwift Eridanus delights to glide,

‘Thee too, thy form, thy firength, and port, proclaim

A. {cepter’d king ; a.fon of martial fame;

Then trace thy line, and aid my gueffing eyes.

‘Thus ceas’d the Frog, and thus the Moufe replies.
Known to the gods, the men, the birds that fly

Through wild expanfes of the midway iky,

My name refounds; and if unknown to thee,

The foul of great Pfycarpax lives in me.

Of brave Troxartas line, whofe fleeky down

In love comprefs’d Lychomile the brown.

My mother the, and princefs of the plains

Where-e’er her father Pternotraétas reigns.

Born where a cabbin lifts its airy thed,

With figs, with nuts, with vary’d dainties fed.

But, fince our natures: nought im common know,

From what foundation can a friendfhip grow ?

‘Thefe curling waters o’er thy-palace roll ;

But man’s high food fupports my princely foul ;

In vain the circled loaves attempt to lye

Conceal’d in flakkets from my curipus eye.BATTLE OF THE FROGS, &c.

In vain the tripe that boafts the white? hue,

Tn vain the gilded bacon fhuns my view,

‘In vain the cheefes, offspring of the pail,

Or honey’d cakes, which gods themfelves regale,
And as in arts I thine, in arms I fight,
Mix’d with the braveft, and unknown to flight,
Though large to mine, the human form appears.
-Not man himfelf can fmite my foul with fear,
Sly to the bed with filent fteps I go,

Attempt his finger, or attack his toe,

And fix indented wounds with dextrous fkill,
‘Sleeping he feels, and only feems to feel,

Yet have we foes which direful dangers caufe,
‘Grim owls with talons arm’d, and cats with claws,
And that falle trap, the den of filent fate,
Where death his ambufh plants around the bait ;
Al dreaded thefe, and dreadful o’er the ‘ret

‘The potent warriors of the tabby veft,

If to the dark we fly, the dark they trace,

And rend our heroes of the nibbling race,

But me, nor ftalks nor waterifh herbs delight,
Nor can the crimfon radith_charm my fight,

‘The lake-refounding Frogs felef&ted fare,

Which not a Moute of any tafte can bear.

As thus the downy prince his mind expreft,
His anfwer thus the croaking king addreft:
Thy words luxuriant on thy dainties rove,

And, ftranger, we can boaft of bounteous Jove:
We {port in water, or we dance on land,
And, born amphibious, food from both command.ao PAR NE Las’ PO BMS

But trutt thyfelf where wonders afk thy view,
And fafely tempt thofe feas, I *ll bear thee throughs
Afcend my fhoulders, firmly keep thy feat,

“And reach my. marfhy court, and feaft in ftate.

He faid, and bent his back ; with nimble-bound
Leaps the light Moufe, and clafps his arms around,
hen wondering floats, and fees with glad furvey
‘The winding banks refem ibling ports at fea.

But when aloft the curling water rides,

And wets with azure wave his downy fides,

Hus thoughts grow conf{cious of approaching woe,
ee

His idle tears with vain repentance flow,

His locks he rends, his trembling feet he rears,

‘Thick beats his heart with unaccuftom’d fears $

He fighs, and, chill’d with danger, longs for fhore:

His tail extended forms a fruitlefs oar,

Half drench’d in liquid death his prayers he fpake,

And thus bemoan’d him from the dreadful lake :
So pafs’d Europa a ag" he rapid fea,

‘Trembling and fainting all the venturous way 5

With oary feet the bull ce ee rode,

find fafe in Crete depos’d his lovely load.

Ah, fafe at laf, ma ay thus the Frog fupport

My trembling limbs to reach his ample court4

As thus he forrows, death ambiguous grows,

Lo! from the deep a Water-Hydra rofe ;

He rolls his fanguin’d eyes, his bofom |] bees:

And darts with aétive rage along the waves

Confus’d the monarch fees his hiffing foe,

Avnd dives, :to fhun the fable fates below.BATTLE OF THE FROGS, “Sena

Forgetful Frog!. the friend tt ny fhoulders bore,
ie in fwimming, floats remote from fhore,
He grafps with fruitlefs hands to find relief,
St spinel falls, and grinds his teeth with grief;
Plunging he fmks, and ftrugeling mounts again,
And finks,. and ftrives, but ftrives with fate j in. vain.
The weighty moifture clogs his hairy velit,
“And thus the prince his d ying rage expretft :
Nor thou, that fling’ me floundering from thy back,
_A\s from hard rocks rebounds the fhattering wrack,
Nor thou fhalt ees ra due, perfidious king}
Purfued by vengeance on the {wifteft wing!
At land thy firength baa never equal mine,
At fea to conquer, and by craft, was thine.
But heaven has Gods, and Gods. have f arching eyes $
Ye Mice, ye“Mice, my great avengers rife!
This faid, he fighing gafp'd, an gafping dy’d,
His death the young Lychopynax efpy’d,
4s on the flowery brink he pafs’d the day,
Batk’d in the beams, and loiter’d life away,
Loud*thrieks the Moufe, his fhrieks.the fhores repeats
The nibbling nation learn their hero’s fate :
Grief, difmal grief enfues; deep murmurs found,
And fhriller fury fills the deafen’d ground.
From lodge to lodge, the facred heralds run,
‘To fix their council with the rifing fun;
Wi here great Troxartas crown’din glory reigns,
And winds his lengthening court beneath the plains,
Pfycarpax’ father, father now no more

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or poor Pfycarpax lies remote from shore;
Supine42> PARNELL'S POEMS.

Supine he lies! the filent waters ftand,
And no kind billow wafts the dead to land}

Breck Qie@. ay. AM,
W HE N rofy-finger’d morn had ting’d the clouds,

Around their Monarch-moufe the nation crouds,

‘Slow rofe the fovereign, heav’d his anxious breaft,
And.thus the council, fill’d with rage, addreft:

For:loft Pfycarpax.much my foul endures,
*'T is mine the private grief, the public yours.
Three warlike fons adorn’d my nuptial bed,
Three fons, alas, before their father dead!
‘Our eldeft perifh’d by the ravening cat,
Ais near my court the prince unheedful fat.
Our next, an engine fraught with danger drew,
The portal gap’d, the bait was hung in view,
Dire arts affift the trap, the fates decoy,
And men unpitying kill’d my gallant boy!
The laft, his country’s hope, his parent’s pride,
Plung’d in the lake by Phyfignathus, dy’d;
Roufe all to war, my friends! avenge the Heels
And bleed that monarch, and his-nation bleed.

His words in every breaft-infpir’d alarms,
And careful Mars fapply’d their hoft with ar Ms.
in verdant hulls defpoil’d of all their beans,
‘Phe bufkin’d warriors ftalk’d along the plains:
Quills aptly bound their bracing corfelet made,
Fac’d with the plunder of a-cat-they flay’d;BAT TLE OCF “THE “FROGS, &c.

‘The lamp’s round bofs affords them ample shield ;
arge fhells of nuts their covering helmet yield ;
Ando’er the region, with reflected rays,
‘Tall groves of needles for their lances blaze,
‘Dreadful in-arms the marching Mice appear ;
The wondering Frogs perceive the tumult near,
Forfake the waters, thickening from a ring,
And afk, and hearken,-whence the noifes fpring.
When near the croud, difclos’d to public view,
The valiant chief Embafichytros drew :
The facred herald’s fceptre grac’d his hand,
And thus his word exprefs’d his king’s:command:
Ye Frogs! the Micewith vengeance. fir’d, advance,
And deck’d in armour fhake the fhining lance;
Their haplefs prince by Phyfignathus flain,
nee incumbent on the watery plain.
‘Then arm your hoft,. the doubtful battle try;
Lead. forth ee Frogs that have the foul to die.
‘The chief retires, the croud the challenge hear,
And proudly. fwelling yet perplex’d appear :
Much they refent, yet much their monarch blame,
Who,: rifing, fpoke to clear his: tainted: fame :
O friends, I never forc’d the Moufe to death,
Nor faw the gafping of his lateft breath.
He, vain of youth, our art of fwimming try’d,
And, venturous, in the lake the wanton ‘dy’d.
o vengeance mow nee falfe appearance led,
They point their ar

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But wage tha rifing war a deep device,
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Your king dire&s the way; my thoughts, elate
With hopes of conquef, form defigns of fate,
Where high the banks their vedant furface heave,
find the fteep fides confine. the fleeping wave,
‘There, near. the margin, clad in armour bright,
- Suftain.the firtt impetuous fhocks of fight:
‘Then, where.the dancing feather jes the creft
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Let each brave Froe his obvious Moufe arreft ;
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Each, ftrongly grafping, headlong plunge a toe,
Tull countlefs circles whirl the lake below ;
Down fink the Mice‘in yieldine waters drown’d
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Lowd flath the waters; and.the fhores refound:
The Frogs triumphant tread .the conquer’d plain
And raife their glorious trophies of the flain.
He fpake no more, his prudent fcheme imparts
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Green was the fuit his arming heroes chofe,
“Around their legs: the greaves of mallows clofe ;
Green were the beets about their fhoulders laid,
And green the.celewort, which the target made.
Form’d of the vary’d fhells the waters yield,
‘Dheir gloffy helmets ghiften’d o’er the fields :
And tapering fea-reeds for the polith’d fpear,
‘With upright order pierc’d the ambient air.
‘Thus drefs’d for war, they take th’ appointed height,
Poize the. long arms, and urge the promis’d ficht,
But now, where Jove’s irradiate {pires arife,
“With ftars.furrounded in etherial fkies,
‘A folemn council call’d) the brazen gates

Unbar; the Gods affume their. golden feats :BAsTLE OF -THE FROGS, :&c.

The fire fuperior leans, and points to fhow
What wondrous combats mortals wage below :

How.-ftrong, how large, the numerous heroes ftride,

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What length of lance they hake with warlike pride!

What eager-fire, their rapid march reveals!

So the fierce Centauts ravag’d o’er the dales ;
And fo confirm’d, the daring Titans rofe;
Heap’d hills on hills, and -bid the Gods be foes.

This feen, the power his facred vifage rears, .
He caits a pitying {mile on worldly cares,..
find afks what heavenly guardians take the litt,
Or who the Mice, or who the Frogs affitt ?

Then thus to Pallas: If my daughter’s mind
Have join’d.the iiice, why ftays the ftill behind ;
Drawn forth by favery teams they wind their ways
And fure attendance round thinealtar pay, -
Where while the vitims gratify their tafte,
They {port to pleafe the Goddefs of the feaft.

Thus fpake the Ruler-of the fpacious fkies,
But thus, refolv’d, the blue-ey’d Maid replies ;
In vain, my father! all their. dangers plead,
To fuch thy Pallas never grants her aid.

My flowery wreaths they petulantly fpoil,

And rob my cryftal lamps of feeding oil.

(ills following ills!) but what afli@s me more,
My veil that idle race profanely tore.

‘The web was curfous, wrought with art divine;
Relentlefs wretches! all the work was mine!

Along the loom the purple warp I fpread,
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Tn this their teeth a thoufand breaches tear,
The thoufand breaches fkilful hands repair,
For which, vile earthly dunns thy daughter grieve
(The Gods, that ufe no coin, have none to give.
fxnd learning’s Goddefs never lefs can owe
Neglected learning gains no wealth Balbir),
Nor let“the Frogs to win my fuccour fue,
‘Thofe clamorous fools have loft my favour too.
For late, when all the confli& ceas’d at night,

hen my ftretch’d finews work’d with eager fight,
When, fpent with glorious toil, I left th e field,
And funk for flumber on my fwelling thield ;
Lo from the deep, repelling {weet repofe
With noily ecienes half the nation cies
Devoid of reft, with aching brows I lay,
‘Till cocks proclaim’d the crimfon dawn of day.
Let all, like me, from either hof forbear,
Nor tempt the flying furies of the {pear ;
Let heavenly blood (or what for blood may flow)
Adorn the conqueft of a meaner foe.
Some daring Moufe may meet the wondrous odds,
‘Phough Gods oppofe, and brave the wounded Gods,
O’er gilded clouds reclin’d, the danger view,
fsnd be the wars of mortal fcenes for you.

Somov’d the blue-ey’d Queen; her words perfuade,
Great Jove affented, and the reft obey’d.BATTLE OF THE FROGS, &.

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O W front to front the marching armies fhine,
 * Halterethey meet, and form the lengthening line.

* The chiefs, confpicuous feen and heard afar,
Give the loud fignal to the rufhing war;

Their dreadful trumpets deep-mouth’d hornets found,

The founding charge remurmurs o’er the ground,
Ev’n Jove proclaims a field of horror nigh,
And rolls low thunder through the troubled fky.
Firft to the fight large Hypfiboas flew,
And brave Lychenor with a javelin flew.
The lucklefs warrior, fill’d with generous flame,
Stood foremoft glittering in the poft of fame ;
When, in his liver ftruck, the javelin hung,
The Moufe fell thundering, and the target rung;
Prone to the ground, he finks his clofing eye,
And foil’d in duf his lovely trefies lie.
A {pear at Pelion Troglodytes catt,
The miffive {pear within the bofom patt ;
Death’s fable fhades the fainting Frog furround,
find life’s red tide runs ebbing from the wound.
Embafichytros felt Scutleus’ dart
‘Transfix, and quiver in his panting heart;
But great Artophagus aveng’d the flain,
And big Scutleus tumbling loads the plain,
And Polyphonus dies, a Frog renown’d
For boaftful fpeech and turbulence of found;4m PARNEDEDOL’s Pose ms:

Deep through the belly pierc’d, fupine he lay,
And breath’d his foul againft the face of day.
‘The ftrong Lymnocharis, who view’d with ire~
A victor triumph, and a friend expire;
With heaving arms a rocky fragment caught, .
And fiercely flung where Troglodytes fought
(A warrior vers'd in arts, of fure retreat,
But arts in vain elude impending fate);
Full on his’ finewy neck ‘the fragment fell, :
And o’er his eye-lids clouds eternal dwell. -
Lychenor (fecond of the’glorious name)
Striding advane’d, and took no wandering aim -
‘Through all the Frogs'the fhining javelin flies,
And near the vanquifh’d Moufe the vitor dies...
The dreadful ftroke Crambophagus affright,:
Long bred to banquets, lefs inur’d to fights,
Heedlefs he runs, and ftumbles o’er the fteep, :
And wildly floundering flafhes up the deep;
Lychenor, following with’a downward blow,’:
Reach’d in the lake his unrecover’d foe ;
Gafping he rolls, a purple ftream of blood :
Diftains the furface of the filver flood ;
‘Through the wide wound the rufhing entrails throng;
And flow the breathlefs carcafs floats along.
Lymnifius good Tyroglyphus affails,
Prince of the Mice that haunt the flowery vales,
Loit to the milky fares and rural feat,
He came to perifh on the bank of fate.
The dread Pternoglyphus demands the fight,
Which tender Calaminthius fhens by flight,
P DropsBAT PLE Of PhHRE FROGS; &c.
Drops the green target, {pringing quits the foe,

Glides through the lake, and fafely dives below.
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Through breaking ranks, and leads the dreadful day.

No nibbling prince excell’d in fiercenefs more,

His parents fed him on the favage boar ;

But where his lance the field with blood imbrued,

Swift as he mov’d Hydrecharis purfued.

Till fallen in death he lies, a fhattering ftone

Sounds on the neck, and crufhes all the bone.

His blood pollutes the verdure of the plain,

And from his noftrils burfts the gufhing brain.
Lychopinax with Borborocates fichts,

A blamelefs Frog, whan n humbler life delights

The fatal javelin unrelent ing flies,

And darknefs feals the ge Croaker’s eyes.
Incens’d Praffophagus, with fpritely bound,

Bears Cniffodio&tes off the rifing ground,

Then drags him o’er the lake depriv’d of breath,

And, downward plunging, finks his foul to death.

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But now the great Pfycarpax fhines afar
(Scarce he fo great whofe lofs provok’d the war )g
Swift to revenge his fatal javelin fied,
And through the liver ftruck Pelufius
His freckled corpfe before the vi&or fel!

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His foul indignant fought the fhades of hell
This faw Pelobates, and from the flood
Heav’d with both hands a monftrous maf
‘Phe cloud obfcene o’er all the hero flies,

Difhonours his brown face, and blots his eyes
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Enrag’d, and wildly {puttering, from the fhore
A ftone, immenfe of fize, the warrior bore,

A load for labouring earth, whofe bulk to raife,
Afks ten degenerate mice of modern days.

Full on the leg arrives the crufhing wound :

‘The Frog, fupportlefs, writhes upon the ground.

‘Thus filufh’d, the victor wars. with matchlefs force,
‘Till loud Craugafides arrefts his courfe,

HRoarfe croaking threats precede! with fatal fpeed
Deep through the belly ran the pointed reed,

Then, ftrongly tugg’d, return’d imbrued with gore,
And on the pile his reeking entrails bore :

The lame Sitophagus, opprefs’d with pain,
Creeps from the defperate dangers of the plain;
And where the ditches rifing weeds fupply
‘To f{pread their lowly fhades beneath the fky,
‘There lurks the filent Moufe reliev’d from heat,
And, fafe embower’d, avoids the chance of fate.

But here Troxartas, Phyfignathus there,

Whir: the dire furies of the pointed {pear ;
But where the foot around its ankle plies,
‘Troxartas wounds, and Phyfignathus flies,
Halts to the pool, a fafe retreat to find,
And trails a dangling length of leg behind.
The Moufe full urges, fill the Frog retires,
And half in anguifh of the flight expires.

‘Then pious ardour young Preffeus brings
Betwixt the fortunes. of contending kings : .
Lank harmlefs Frog! with forces hardly grown,
He darts the reed in combat not his own,

Which,BATTLE OF THE FROGS, &c:

Which, faintly tinkling on Troxartas” thield,
‘Hangs at the point, and drops upon the-field,

_ Now nobly.towering o’er the reft appears

A gallant prince that-far tran{fcends his years,
‘Pride of his fire, and glory of his houfe,

And more a Mars-in combat than aMoufe:
‘His action bold, robuft his ample.frame,

And Meridarpax his refounding name.

‘The warrior, fingled from the fighting croud,
_Boatfts the dire honours.of his arms aloud ;
Then ftrutting near the lake, with looks elate,
‘To all its nations threats approaching fate.
And fuch his ftrength, the filver lakes around
‘Might roll. ther waters o’er unpeopled ground.

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‘Felt foft compaffion rifing in his foul,

And fhook his facred head, that fhook the pole.

Then thus to all the gazing powers began

The fire of Gods, and Frogs, and Mice, and Man.
Whiat.feas of blood I view! what worlds of flain!

An Thad rifing: from a day’s campaign;

-How fierce his javelin o’er the trembling lakes

The black-furr’d hero Meridarpax fhakes!

‘Unlefs fome favouring Deity defcend,

Soon will the Frogs-lequacious empire end.

Let dreadful Pallas wing’d with pity fly,

And make her zgis blaze before his eye:

While Mars refulgent on his rattling car,

Acrrefts lus raging rival of the war.

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He ceas’d, reclining with attentive head,
When thus the glorious ‘God. of combats {aid :
Nor Pallas, Jove!> though Pallas take the field
With all the terrors of her hiffing fhield ;

Nor Mars himfelf, though Mars in armour bright
Afcend his ‘car, and wheel amidf the ficht;

Not thefe can drive the defperate Moufe afar,

‘Or change the fortunes of the’bleeding war.

Let all go forth, all heaven‘in arms arife,

Or launch thy own red thunder from the ‘iktes,
Such ardent bolts as flew that wondrous day,
When heaps of Titans mix’d with mountains lay
When all the giant-race enormous fell,

And huge Enceladus was hurl’d to hell.

“T'was thus th’ armipotent advis’d the Gods,
When from his throne the cloud-compeller nods,
Deep-lengthening thunders run from pole to pole,
Olympus trembles as the thunders roll,

Then fwift he whirls the brandith’d bolt around,
And headlong darts it at the diftant ground ;
‘The bolt difcharg’d inwrap’d with lightning flies,

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And rends its flaming pafiage through -the ‘tkies
‘Then earth’s inhabitants, the nibblers, fhake,
And Frogs, the dwellers in the waters, quake.
Yet ftill the Mice advance their dread defign,
And the lak danger threats the croaking line,
Till Jove, that inly mourn’d the lofs they bore,
With ftrange affiftants fill’d the frizhted fhore.
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Strong fuits of armour round their bodies clofe,

_ Which, like thick anvals,. blunt the force of blows ;
In wheeling marches torn oblique they go;

With harpy claws their limbs divide below ;

Fell fheers the pafflage to their mouth command ;
From out the flefh their bones by nature ftand;

Broad fpread their backs, their fhining fhoulders rife ;
Unnumber’d joints diftort their lengthen’d thighs ;
With nervous cords their. hands are firmly brac’d ;
‘Their round black eye-balls in their bofom plac’d
On eight long feet. the wondrous warriors tread ;
And either end alike fupplies a head.

‘Thefe, mortal wits to call the Crabs agree,

‘The Gods have other names for things than we.

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Now where the jointures from their loins depend,
‘The heroes tail with fevering grafps they rend.
Here, fhort of feet, depriv’d the power to fly,
‘There, without hands,.upon the field they lie.
Wrench’d from. their holds, and {catter’d all around,
‘The bended lances heap the cumber’d ground,
Helplefs amazement, fear purfuing fear,

And mad confufion, through their hoft appear:
O’er the wild wafte with headlong flight they go,.
Or creep conceal’d in vaulted holes below,

But down Olympus to the weftern feas
Far-fhooting Phoebus drove with fainter rays;

And a whole war (fo Jove ordain’d) begun,

Was fought, and ceas’d, in one revolving fun.54. PAR NE Les oP Oe sk.

TO IIR. POP) Bi

Te O praife, yet Mill with due refpect to praife,.
A bard triumphant in immortal bays,

The learn’d to thow, the fenfible commend,

Yet fill preferve the province of the friend,

What life, what vigour, muft the lines require?

What mufic tune them? what affeGtion fire?

O might thy genius in my bofom fhine!
Thou fhould’ft not fail of numbers worthy thine
The brighteft ancients might at once agree
To fing within my lays, and fing of thee.
Horace hiumfelf would own thou doft excel
In candid arts to play the critic well.

Ovid himfelf might wih to fing the dame
Whom Windfor Forett fees a gliding ftream,
On filver feet, with annual ofier crown’d,
She runs for ever through poetic ground.

How flame the glories of Belinda’s hairy
Made by thy Mufe the envy of the Fair!

Lefs fhone the trefles Aigypt’s princefs wore,
Which fweet Callimachus fo fung before.

Here courtly trefles fet the world at odds,

Belles war with Beaux, and whims defcend for Gods,
‘The new machines, in names of ridicule,

Mock the grave phrenzy of the chemic fool.

But know, ye Fair, a point conceal’d with art,

‘The Sylphs ard Gvomes are but a woman’s heart;

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a"FE; GO; AMER, -P.O-P. EB

The Graces ftand in fight; a Satyr train

Peep o’er their heads, and laugh behind the fcene,
In Fame’s fair temple, o’er the boldeft wits

Infhrin’d on high the facred Virgil fits,

And fits in meafures, fuch as Virgil’s Mufe

To place thee near him might be fond to chufe.

How might he tune th’ alternate reed with thee,

Perhaps a Strephon thou, a Daphnis he,

While fome old Damon, o’er the vulgar wife,

Thinks he deferves, and thou deferv ft, the prize.

Rapt with the thought, my fancy feeks the plains,

And turns me fhepherd while I hear the ftrains.

Indulgent nurfe of every tender gale,

Parent of flowerets, old Arcadia, hail!

Here in the cool my limbs at eafe I fpread,

Here let thy poplars whifper o’er my head,

Still flide thy waters foft among the trees ;

Thy afpins quiver in a breathing breeze,

Smile all thy vallies in eternal fpring,

Be huth’d, ye winds! while Pope and Virgil fing,
In Englifh lays, and all fublimely great,

Thy Homer warms with all his ancient heat,

He fhines in council, thunders in the fight,

And flames with every fenfe of great delight.

Long has that poet reign’d, and long unknown,

Like monarchs fparkling on a diftant throne ;

In all the majefty of Greece retir'd,

Himfelf unknown, his mighty name admird,

His language failing, wrap’d him round with night,

Thine, rais’d by thee, recalls the work to light.

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So wealthy mines, that ages long before

Fed the large realms around with golden oar,
When choak’d by finking banks,

no more appear,
And thepherds only fay, The m

ines were here!
Should fome rich youth ¢

And all his projects ftand
Here clear the caves, there ope the leading veins
The mines dete@ed flame with gold again,

iow vatt, how copious, are thy new defiens !
How every mufic varies in thy lines!
Still as I read, I fee] my bofom beat,
And rife in raptures by another’s heat.
Thus in the wood, when f{ummer drefs’d the days,
When Windfor lent us tuneful hours of eafe,
Our ears the lark, the thrufh, the turtle bleft;
nd Philomela fweetett o’er the ref:
The thades refound with fong—-O foftly tread
While a whole feafon w

if nature warm his heart
inform’d with art)

arbles round my head.
This to my friend-—and when a friend in{

pires,
My filent harp its maftey’

s hand requires,

Shakes off the duft, and makes thefe rocks refound,
¥or fortune plac’d me in unfertile ground;

Far from the joys that with my foul agree,

From. wit, from learning, — ar, oh far from thee!
Here mofs-grown trees expand the {mallet leaf!
Here half an acre’s corn js half a theaf,

Here hills with naked heads the tempeft meet,
Rocks at their fide, and torrents at their feet,

Or lazy lakes, uncon{cious of a flood,

Whofe dull brown Nauads ever fleep in mud.
¥etTOoMR. FOP E

Yet here content can dwell, and learned eafe,
A friend delight me, and an author pleafe,
Ev'n here I fing, while Pope fupplies the theme,
Show my own love, though not increafe his fame.

A TRANSLATION of part of the firft Canto
of the Rapz of the Lock, into Leonine Verfey
after the manner of the Ancient Monks.

T nunc dileétum fpeculum, pro more reteétum,

Emicat in mensa, que fplendet pyxide densa:
Tum primum lympha, fe purgat candida nympha §
Jamque fine menda, cceleftis imago videnda,
Wuda caput, bellos retinet, regit, implet, ocellos.
Hac ftupet explorans, feu cultus numen adorans.
Inferior claram Pythoniffa apparet ad aram,
Fertque tibi cauteé, dicatque fuperbia! lauté,
Dona venufta ; oris, qu cunétis, plena laboris,
Excerpta explorat, dominamque deamque decorat.
Pyxide devota, fe pandit hic India tota, _
Et tota ex ifta tranfpirat Arabia cifta :
Teftudo hic fle&tit, dum fe mea Letbia pectit 5
Atgque elephas vase te pectit Lefbia dente ;
Hunc maculis noris, nivei jacet ille coloris.
Hic jacet et mundé, mundus muliebris abundé ;
‘Spinula refplendens zris longo ordine pendens,
Pulvis fuavis odore, et epiftola fuavis amore.
Tn luit arma ergo, Veneris pulcherrima virgo 5
Pulchrior in prefens tempus de tempore crefcens ;
Jam‘The face of nature cheers as well as I :

58 EA RIN BANG’ S Po R's:

Jam reparat rifus, jam furgit gratia vistls,

Jam promit cultu, mirac’la latentia vultu.

Pigmina jam mifcet, quo plus fua purpura elifcet, -
Et geminans bellis fplendet magé fulgor ocellis,
Stant Lemures muti, Nymphe intentique faluti,
Hic figit zonam, capiti, locat ille coronam,

Hec manicis formam, plicis dat et altera normam 3:
Et tibi vel Betty, tibi vel nitidiffima Letty!

Gloria fa&torum temeré conceditur horum,

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T OW early fhepherds o’er the meadow pafs,
And print long foot{teps in the glittering grafs;
he cows neglectful of their pafture ftand,
When Damon foftly trod the thaven lawn,
Damon a youth from city cares withdrawn ;
Long was the pleafing walk he wander’d through,
A cover’d arbour clos’d the diftant view ;
‘There refts the youth, and, while the feather’d throng
Raife their wild mufic, thus contrives a fons.
Here, wafted o’er by mild Etefian air,
‘Thou country Goddefs, beauteous Health! repair ;
Here let my breait through quivering trees inhale
‘Thy rofy bleffings with the morning gale.
What are the fields, or flowers, or all I fee?
Ah! taftelefs all, if not enjoy’d with thee.
Joy to my foul! I feel the Goddefs nigh,HEALA G@.-AN ££ CLOG DU E.

©’er the flat green refrefhing breezes run,
The {miling daizies blow beneath the fun,
The brooks run purling down with filver waves,
The planted lanes-rejoice with dancing leaves,
The chirping birds from all the compafs rove
To tempt the tuneful echoes of the grove:
High funny fummits, deeply-fhaded dales,
Thick mofly banks, and flowery winding vales.
With various profpect gratify the fight,
And fcatter fix’d attention in delight.

Come, country goddefs, come ; nor thou fuffice,
But bring thy mountain-fifter, Exercife.
Call’d by thy lovely voice, the turns her pace,
Her winding horn proclaims the finifh’d chace;
She mounts the rocks, fhe fkims the level plain,
Dogs, hawks, and horfes, croud her early train,
Her hardy face repels the tanning wind,
And lines and mefhes loofely float behind.
All thefe as means of toil the feeble fee,
But thefe are helps to pleafure join’d with thee.

Let Sloth lie foftening till high noon in down,
Or lolling fan her in the fultry town,
Unnerv’d with reft; and turn her own difeafe,
Or fofter others in luxurious eafe :
I mount the courfer, call the deep-mouth’d hounds,
The fox unkennel’d flies to covert grounds ;
I lead where ftags through tangled thickets tread,
And fthake the faplings with their branching head;
I make the faulcons wing their airy way,
And foar to feize, or ftooping ftrike their prey ;

   
  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
    

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To fnare the fith, I fix the luring bait ;

‘To wound the fowl, I load the gun with fate:

“Tis thus through change of exercife I range,

And ftrength and pleafure rife from‘every change.
Here, beauteous Health; for all the year remain;
When the next comes, I ’ll charm thee thus again.

Oh come, thou Goddefs of my rural fong,

And bring thy daughter, calm Content, along,

Dame of the ruddy cheek and laughing eye,

From whofe bright prefence clouds of forrow fly-3:

Forsher I mow my walks, I plat my bowers,

Clip my low hedges, and fupport my flowers 5.

‘To welcome her, this fummer-feat I dreft,

find here I.court her when fhe comes to reft =

‘When the from.exercife to learned eafe

Shall change again, and-teach the change to pleafe.

ip Now friends converfing my foft hours refine, .

And Tully’s Tufculum revives in mine :

Now to grave books I bid the mind retreat,

Aad fuch as make me rather good than great.

Or o’er the works of eafy fancy rove,

Where flutes and innocence amufe the grove:

‘The native Bard, that on Sicilian plains

Firft fung the lowly manners of the fwains ss

Or Maro’s Mufe, that in the faireft light

Paints rural profpects and the charms of fight;

‘Thefe foft amufements bring Content along,

And fancy, void of forrow, turns to fons.
Here, beauteous Health, for all the year remain ;
When the next comes, I °ll charm thee thus again,

2THE BLAES.: AW 3E-C:L.0,6WU Bs

V HEN in the river cows for coolnefs ftand,
And fheep for breezes feek the lofty land,
AA youth, whom A#fop taught that every tree,
Each bird and infect, {poke as well as he;
Walk’d calmly mufing ina fhady way,
Where flowering hawthorns broke the funny ray,
And thus inftru&ts his moral pen to draw
A fcene that.obyious in the field he faw.
Near a low ditch, where fhallow waters meet,
Waich never learn’d to glide with liquid feet;
Whofe Naiads-never prattle as they play,
But fereen’d with hedges {lumber out the day,
There ftands a flender fern’s afpiring fhade,
Whofe anfwering branches regularly laid
Put-forth their anfwering boughs, and proudly rife
‘Three ftories upward, in the nether tkies.
For fhelter here, -to fhun.the:noon-day heat,
An airy nation of the Flies retreat ;
Some in foft airs their filken pinions ply,
And fome from bough to bough delighted fly,
Some rife, and circling light.te perch again;
A pleafing murmur hums along the plain. |
So, when a ftage invites to pageant fhows,
Aif great and {mall are like) appear the beaux 5
In boxes fome with {pruce pretenfion fit,
some change from feat to feat within the pit,
SomePrefs’d by thescumbrous weight of fingle grains.

 
   
 
 
    
   
  
 
 
 
  
 
 
 
  
 
    
 
 
 
 
 
 
  
 

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Some roam the feenes, or turning ceafe to roam;
Preluding mufic fills the lofty dome.
When ‘thus a Fly.(if what a Fly can fay
Deferves attention) rais’d.the rural lay.
Where late Amintor made a.nymph a' bride,
Joyful I flew by young Favonia’s fide,
Who, mindlefs of the feaftine, went to fip
The balmy pleafure of the thepherd’s lip,
‘I faw the Wanton, where I ftoop’d to fup,
And half. refolv’d to.drown me-in a cup ;
Till, brufh’d by-earelefs hands, the foar’d above::
Ceafe, Beauty, ceafe to vex a tender love.
Thus ends. the youth, the buzzing me
Aind thus the rival of his mufic fung.
When. fans by thoufands fhone on otbs of dew,
‘IT wafted foft with. Zephyretta flew ;
Saw the clean pail, and fought the milky che
‘While little‘ Daphne feiz’d my-roving Dear,
‘Wretch that I was! I might have warn’d:the dame,
Yet fate indulging as the danger came.
But the kind huntrefs left her:free to-foar :
Ah! guard, ye lovers, guard a miftrefs more.
Thus from the fern, whofe high projecting arms
‘The fleeting nation‘bent with duiky:fwarms,
‘The fwains their love in eafy mufic breathe,
“When tongues and tumult ftun-the feld beneath:
Black ants in teams come darkening all the road,

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‘Some call to.march, and fome to lift the load :

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The Flies ftruck filent gaze with wonder down;
The bufy burghers reach their earthy. town ;
Where lay. the burthens of a wintery ftore,
_And thence unwearied part in fearch of more.
Yet one grave fa ao a moment's. {pace attends,

And the fmall city

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a oftieft point afcends,

Wipes the falt dew that trickles down hisvface,
And thus harangues. them with the graveft grace.

Ye foolifh nur aoe gs of the fummer air,
Thefe gentle tunes < ae whining. fongs: forbear ;
Your trees and whifpering breeze, your grove and leve;
Your Cupid’s quiver, and his mother’s dove.;
Let Bards to bufinefs bend their-vigorous wing,
_Aind fing but feldom, af they love to fing:
Elfe, when the flowerets of the feafon fail,
.And this your ferny t fhade forfakes the vale,
Though one would fave yeu, not one grain of wheat;
.Should pay: fuch fongiters idling at my gate.
He ceas’d: the Flies, incorrigibly vain,
.Heard the Mayor’s fpeech, and fell to fing-again.

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AN ELEGY, 7.0 AN’7OLD BEAUTY,
N vain, poor nymph, to pleafe our youthful fight
You fleep i cream and frontlets all the night,
Your face with patches foil, with paint repair,
“Drefs with gay gowns, and fhade with*foreign hair,
Tf truth, in fpite of manners, muft be told,
SWhy really fifty-five is fomething old.
Once you were young ; or one, whofe life ’s fo long
“She might have borne.my mother, tells meawrong.% PARNELIE’S POEMS.

And once, fince Envy 's dead before you die,
‘The women own, you play’d a {parkling eye,
‘Taught the light foot a modish little trip,
And pouted with the prettieft purple lip.—
‘To fome new charmer are the rofes fled,
Which blew, to damafk all thy cheek with red 3
‘Youth calls the Graces their to fix there reign,
And airs by thoufands fill their eafy train.
So parting Summer bids her flowery prime
Attend the Sun to drefs fome foreign clime,
‘While withering feafons in fucceffion, here,
Strip the gay gardens, and deform the year.
But thou, fince nature bids, the world reflen,
*Tis now thy daughter’s daughter’s time to thine.
With mor¢ addrefs, or fuch as pleafes more,
She runs her female exercifes o’er,
Unfurls or clofes, raps.or turns.the fan,
And fmiles, or blufhes, at the creature man.
With quicker life, as gilded coaches pafs,
In fideling courtefy the drops the glais.
With better firength, on vilit-days fhe bears
‘Yo mount her fifty flights of ample fairs.
Her mien, ‘her fhape, her temper, eyes, and tongue,
\re fure to conquer—for the rogue is young;
nd all that ’s madly wild, or oddly gay,
We-eall it only pretty Fanny’s way.
Let Time, that makes you homely, make you fage,
‘The fphere of wifdom is the fphere of age.
"Tis true, when beauty dawns with early fire,
And hears the flattering tongues of foft defire,AN ELEGY TO AN-OLD BEAUTY.

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Tf not from virtue, from its graveft ways

he foul with pleafing avocation ftrays.

But beauty gone, tis eafier to be wif;

As harpers better by the lofs of eyes.

Henceforth retire, reduce your roving airs,

Haunt lefs the plays, and more the public prayers,
Reject the Mechlin head, and gold brocade,

Go pray, in feber Norwich crape array’d.

Thy pendant diamonds let thy Fanny take

{Their trembling Juftre fhows how much you fhake}s
Or bid her wear thy necklace row’d with pearl,
You'll find your Fanny an obedient girl,

So for the reft, with lefs incumbrance hung,

“You walk through life, unmingled with the young,
find view the thade and fubftance as you pafs

With joint endeavour trifling at the glafs,

Or Folly dreft, and rambling all her days,

To meet her counterpart, and grow by praife :

Yet ftill fedate yourfelf, and gravely plain,

You neither fret, nor envy at the vain.

‘T'was thus, if man with woman we compare,

The wife Athenian croft a glittering fair,

Unmov’d by tongue and fights, he walk’d the place,
Through tape, toys, tinfel, gimp, perfume, and lace;.
Then bends from: Mars’s hill his awfu! eyes;
And—What a World I never want? he cries:

But cries unheard: for folly will be free.

So parts the buzzing gaudy crowd and he:

As carelefs he for them, as they for him:

He wrapt in wifdom, and they whirl’d by whim: i
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THE BOOK-WORM.

C O ME hither, boy, we "ll-hunt to-day,

The Book-worm, ravening
Produc’d by parent Earth, at odds,
As Fame reports it, with the Gods.
Him frantic hunger wildly drives
Againft a thoufand authors lives ¢
Through all the fields of wit he flies :
-._ Dreadful his head with cluftering eyes,
With horns without, and tufks within,
And fcales to ferve him for a fkin.
Obferve him nearly, left he climb
To wound the Bards of ancient time,
Or down the vale of Fancy go
‘To tear fome modern wretch below.
On every corner fix thine eye,

Or ten to one he flips thee by.

See where his teeth a paflage eat;

We Il roufe him from the deep retreat,
But who the fhelter’s fore’d to give?
°Tis facred Virgil, as I live }

From leaf to leaf, from fong to fong,
He draws the tadpole form along,

He mounts the gilded edge before,

He ’s up, he fcuds the cover o’er,

He turns, he doubles, there he patt,
And here we have him, caught at laf.

beaft of prey,

‘Infatiate |Infatiate brute, whofe teeth abufe
‘The {weeteft fervants of the Mufe.
‘(Nay never offer to deny,

i took thee in the fact to fly.)

His rofes nipt in every page,

My poor Anacreon mourns thy rage,

-By thee my Ovid wounded lies ;

By thee my Lefbia’s fparrow dies3
Thy rabid teeth have half deftroy’d
The work of love in Biddy Floyd,
They rent Belinda’s locks away,
“And fpoil’d the Blouzelind of Gay.
For all, for every fingle deed,
Relentlefs Juftice bids thee bleed.
Then fall a victim to the Nine,
Myfelf the prieft, my: defk the fhrine.

Bring Homer, Virgil, Taffo near,
‘To pile a facred altar here;

Hold, boy, :thy hand out-runs thy wit,
You reach’d:the plays that Dennis writ;
You reach’d mePhilips’ ruftic ftrain ;
‘Pray take your mortal Bards again.

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Come, bind the viétim,—there he lies,

And here between his numerous eyes

This venerable duft I lay,

From manufcripts juft fwept away.
The goblet in my hand I take,

(For the libation ’s yet to make)

AA health to poets ! all their days

May-they have bread, as well as praife ;

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Senfe may they feek, and lefs engage
In papers fill’d with party-rage.

But if their riches fpoil their vein,
Ye Mutes, make them poor again.

Now bring the weapon, yonder blade,
With which my tuneful pens are made.
i ftrike the fcales that arm thee round,
And twice and thrice I print the wound ;
The facred altar floats with red,
find now he dies, and now he ’s dead.
How like the fon of Jove I ftand,
his Hydra ftretch’d beneath my hand!
ay bare the mentfter’s entrails here,

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What lean tranflations out of French!

°Tis plain, this lobe is fo unfound,

S——— prints, before the months go round.
But hold, before I clofe.the fcene,

‘The facred altar fhould be clean.

Oh had I Shadwell’s fecond bays,

Or, Tate! thy pert and humble lays!

{Ye pair, forgive me, when I vow

Tnever mifs’d your works till now)

I °d tear.the leaves to wipe the fhrine,

(That only way you pleafe the Nine)

But fince I chance to want thefe two,

Y ‘ll make the fongs of Durfey do.

Rent from the corps, ‘on yonder pin,

I:hang the f{cales that brac’d it in;
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I hang my ftudious morning-gown,
And write my own infcription down.

‘© This trophy from the Python won,
‘© This robe, in which the deed was done,
s‘ Thefe, Parnell, glorying in the feat,
Hung on thefe fhelves, the Mufes feat.
Here ignorance and hunger found

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“© Come fhare the triumph all with me 4
«* Ye Critics! born to vex the Mufe,

‘* Go mourn the grand ally you lof.”

AN ADEE @ORY ON Ri run

yh dabei Being, long andi {pare,
Our race of mortals-call him Care
(Were Homer living, well he knew

What name the Gods have call’d him too);
W ith fine mechanic

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And lowd to work, through no one bought ;

‘This being, by a model bred

In Jove’s eternal fable head,
Contriv’d a fhape impower'd to breathe,
And be the worldling here beneath.
‘Phe man rofe dai like a flake;
Wondering to &e himfelf awake }

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‘Then look’d fo wife, before he knew
‘The bufinefs he was made to do 3,
That, pleas’d to fee with what a grace
He gravely thew’d his forward face,
Jove talk’d of breeding him on hi gh,
An under-fomething of the tky.
But ere he gave the mighty nod,
Which ever binds a Poet’s God
(For which his curls ambrofial fhake,
And mother Earth’s oblig’d to quake) :
He faw old mother Earth arife,
She ftood confefs’d before his eyes ;
But not with what we read fhe wore,
A caftle for a crown before,
Nor with long ftreets and longer roads
Dangling behind her, like commodes :
AAs yet with wreaths alone fhe dreft,
And trail’d a landfkip-painted yeft.
Then thice fhe rais’d, as Ovid faid,
And thrice the bow’d her weighty head.
Her honours made, Great Jove, fhe cry’d,
This thing was fafhion’d from my fide;
His hands, his heart, his head, are mine 5
Then what haft thou to call him thine ?
Nay rather afk, the Monarch faid,
What boots his hand, his heart, his head,
Were what I gave remov’d away?
Thy part ’s an idle fhape of clay.
Halves, more than halves! cry'd honeft Care,
Your pleas would make your titles fair, ;

    

   

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You claim the body, you the foul,
But I who join’d them, claim the whole.

Thus with the Gods debate began,

On fuch a trivial caufe, as man.
And can celeftial tempers rage?

uoth Virgil, in a later age.

As thus they wrangled, Time came by ;
(There ’s none that paint him fuch as I,
For what -the fabling Ancients fung
Makes Saturn old, when Time was young.)
As yet his winters had not fhed
‘Their filver honours on his head 3
He juft had got his pinions free,

From his old fire, Eternity,

Av ferpent girdled round he wore,

The tail within the mouth, before ;
By which our almanacks are clear
‘That learned Egypt meant the year,

A ftaff he carry’d, where on high

A glafs was fix’d to meafure by,

As amber boxes made a: fhow

For heads of canes an age ago.

His veft, for day and night, was py’d;
A bending fickle arm’d his fide ;

And Spring’s new months his; train adorn }
‘Vhe other Seafons were unborn.

Known by the gods, as near he draws,
‘They make him umpire of ‘the caufe.
O’er a low trunk his arm he laid,

Where fince his hours a dial made;

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‘Then leaning heard the nice debate,
And thus pronounc’d the words of Fate,

Since body from the parent Earth,
And foul from Jove‘receiv’d a birth,
Return they where tliey firft began ;
But fince their union makes the man,
Till Jove and Earth fhall part thefe-two,
‘To Care who join’d'them, man is due,

He faid, and‘ fprung with fwift caree»
To trace a circle for the year;

Where ever fince the Seafons wheel,
find tread on one another’s heel.

"Tis well, faid Jove, and for confent
‘Thundering he fhook the firmament.
Our umpire Time fhall have his way,
With Care I let the creature fiay :

Let bufinefs vex him, avarice blind,

Let doubt and knowledge rack his mind,
Let error a@, opinion fpeak,

And want afflié&, and ficknefs break,.
find anger burn, dejeétion chill,

find joy diftra&, and forrow kill.

‘Till, arm’d by Care, and taught to mow,
‘Time draws the long deftruétive blow :
Aind wafted man, whofe quick decay
Comes hurrying on before his day,

Shall only find by this decree,

‘The foul flies Sooner back to me.AN IMITATION OF SOME FRENCH VERSES,

ELENTTLESS Time! deftroying power,
Whom ftone and brafs obey,
Who giv ft to every flying hour
To work fome new decay ;
Unheard, unheeded, and unfeen,
Thy fecret faps prevail,
Aind ruin man, a nice machine,
By nature form’d to fail.

My change arrives ; the change I meets
Before I thought it nigh. ©

My fpring, my years of pleafure fleet,
And all their beauties die.

In age I fearch, aud only find ;
A poor unfruitful gain, :

Grave wifdom ftalking flow behind,
Opprefs’d' with loads of pain.

My ignorance could once beguile,
And fancy’d joys infpire ;

My errors cherifh’d Hope to {mile
On newly-born defire.

But now experience fhews, the blifs .
For which I fondly fought
Not worth the long impatient with,

dind ardour of the thought.
dviy74. PARNEL ES POEMS,

My youth met fortune fair array’d,
In all her pomp the thone,

ind might perhaps have well eflay’d,
To make her gifts my own:

But when I faw. the bleffings fhower -
On fome unworthy mind,

I left the chace, and own’d the Power :
Was juftly painted blind,

I pafs’d the glories which adora
The fplendid courts of kings,

And while the perfons moy’d my

{corn,
I rofe to {corn the things.

My manhood felt a Vigorous fire
By love enereas’d the more ;
But years with coming years con{pire
To break the chains J wore,
In weaknefs fafe, the fex I {ee
With idle luftre fhine ;
For what are all their joys to me,
Which cannot now be mine ?
But hold—I feel my gout decreafe,
My troubles laid to Tete.
And truths which would difturb my peace
Are painful truths at bef,
Vainly the time I have to roll
In fad reflection flies ‘

Ye fondling paffions of my foul}

Ye fweet deceits | arife,IMITATION OF FRENCH VERSES,

I wifely change the fcene within,
To things that us’d to pleafe ;
In pain, philofophy is fpleen,
In health, ’tis only eafe. :

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A NIGHT-PIECE ON DEATH.

Y the blue taper’s trembling light,
No more I wafte the wakeful night,
Intent with endlefs view to pore
The {choolmen and the fages o’er :
Their books from wifdom widely ftray,
Or point at beft the longeft way.
Ill feek a readier path, and go
Where wifdom 's furely taught below.
How deep yon azure dyes the fky!
Where orbs of gold unnumber’d lie,
While through their ranks in filver pride
The nether crefcent feems to glide.
The flumbering breeze forgets to breathe,
The lake is fmooth and clear beneath,
Where once again the fpangled fhow
Defcends to meet our eyes below.
The grounds, which on the right afpire,
In dimnefs from the view retire :
The left prefents a place of graves,
Whofe wall the filent water laves.
That fteeple guides thy doubtful fight
Among the livid gleams of night.

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‘There pafs with melonchaly ftate,
By all the folemn heaps of fate,
And think, as foftly-fad you tread
fibove the venerable: dead, :
Time was, like thee they life poffeft,
And time fhall be, that thou fhalt Tes.
Thofe with bending ofier bound,
That namelefs heave the crumbled ground,
Quick to the glancing thought difelofe,
Where toil and poverty repofe. °
‘The flat fmooth ftones that bear a name,
The chiffel’s flender help to fame
(Which ere our fet of friends decay
Their frequent fteps may wear away);
A. middle racevof mortals Own.) 2"
Men, half ambitious, all unknown:
‘The marble tombs that rife of high,
Whofe dead in vaulted arches lie,
Whole pillars {well with: fculptur’d ftones,
Arms, angels, epitaphs, and bones,’
Thefe, all the poor remains of ftate,"
Adorn the rich, or praife the great;
Who, while on earth in fame they live,
Aire fenfelefs of the fame they give.
Ha! while I gaze, pale Cynthia fades,
The burfting earth unveils the thades !
All flow, and wan, and wrap’d with fhrouds,
‘They rife in vifionary crouds,
And all with fober- accent ery,
Think, mortal, what it is to die,Now from yon black and funeral yew,
That bathes the charnel-houfe with dew,
“Methinks, I hear a voice begin;

(Ye ravens, ceafe your croaking din,

Ye tolling clocks, no time refound

‘O’er the long lake and midnight ground !)

It fends a peal of hollow groans,

hus fpeaking from among the bones.
When men my fcythe and darts fupply,

How great a King of fears am I!

They view me like the Jait of things ;

They make, and then they draw, my firings.

Fools! if you lefs provok’d your fears,

No more my {peétre-form appears.

Death *s but a path that muft.be trod,

Ir man would ever pafs to God:

A port of calms, a ftate to cafe

From the rough rage of {welling feas.

Why then thy flowing fable ftoles,
Deep pendant cyprefs, mourning poles,
Loofe fcarfs to fall athwart thy weeds,
Long pails, drawn hearfes, cover’d fteeds,
And plumes of black, that, as they tread,
Nod o’er the “fcutcheons of the dead?

Nor can the parted body know,

Nor wants the foul, thefe forms of woe;
As men who jong in prifon dwell,

With lamps that glimmer round the cell,
W hene’er their fuffering years are run,

Spring forth to greet the glittering fun:

A WIGHT-PIECE;:ON DEATH.

    
  
 
 
   
  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
   

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Such joy, though far tranfcending fenfe,
Have pious fouls at parting hence.
On earth, and in the body plac’d,
A few, and evil years, they watte ;
But when their chains are caft afide,
See the glad fcene unfolding wide,
Clap the glad wing, and tower away,
And mingle with the blaze of day.

HYMN TO CONTENTMENT,

OVELY, lafting peace of mind}
Sweet delight of human kind !
Heavenly born, and bred on high,
‘To crown the-favorites of the iky
With more of happinefs below,
Than victors in a triumph know !
Whither, O whither art thou fled,
To lay thy meek. contented head ;
What happy region doft thou pleafe
To make the feat of calms and eafe!
Ambition fearches all its {phere
Of pomp and ftate, to meet thee there,
Encreafing avarice would find
‘Thy prefénce in its gold infhrin’d.
The bold adventurer ploughs his way,
‘Through rocks amidit the foaming fea,
‘To gain thy-love; and then perceives
Thou wert notin the rocks and waves.“HYMN FPO CONTENT MENT. 79
The filent heart, which grief affails,
Treads foft and lonefome o’er the vales,
Sees daifies open, rivers run,
And feeks (as I have vainly done)
Amuiing thought; but learns to know
That Solitude ’s the nurfe of woe.
. No real happinefs is found
In trailing purple o’er the ground:
Or in a foul exalted high,
To range the circuit of the ky,
: Converfe with ftars above, and know
All Nature in its forms below;
The refb it feeks, in feeking dies,
And doubts at laft for knowledge-rife.
Lovely, :lafting peace, appear!
This world itfelf, if thow art here,
“Is once again with Eden blett,
And man contains it in his breaft.
*T was thus, as under fhade I ttood,
¥ fung my withes to the wood,
And, loft in thought, no more.perceiv’d
The branches whifper as they wav’d:
‘Tt feem’d as all the quiet place
' Confefs’d the prefence of his grace.
When thus the fpoke—Go rule thy will,
‘Bid thy wild paffions all be-fill,
Know God—and bring thy heart to know
The joys which from religion flow:
-Then every giace fhall prove its gueft,
And Pil be there to crown the reft,$0 PARNELL’S POEMS

Oh! by yonder moffy feat,
In my hours of fweet retreat ;
Might I'thus my foul employ,
With fenfe of gratitude and joy ;
Rais’d as ancient prophets were,
In heavenly vifion, praife, and prayers
Pleafing all men, hurting none,
Pleas’d and blefs’d with God alone
Then while the gardens take my fi
With all the colours of delight;
While filver waters glide along,
‘Yo pleafe my ear, and court my fong:
Tl lift my voice, and tune my fring,
And thee, great Source of Nature, fing.
The fun that walks his airy way,
‘Lo light the world, and give the day ;
‘The moon that fhines with borrow’d lie ght,
The ftars that -gild the gloomy night ;
The feas that rel] unnumber’d waves ;
The wood that fpreads its fhady leaves;
The field whofe ears conceal the grain,
‘The yellow treafure of the plain;
All of thefe, and all I fee,
Should be fung, and fung by me:
‘They {peak their Maker as they can,
But want and afk the tongue of man,
Go earch among your idle dreams,
‘Your bufy or your vain extreams 5
And find a life of equal blifs,
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ho in a wild, unknown to public view,

> From youth to age a reverend Hermit grew;
Yhe mofs his bed, the cave his humble cell,

His food the fruits, his drink the cryftal well:
Remote from men, wit! eon he pais*d the days,

Prayer all his buiinels, a
A life fo facred, fach ferene eae

Soa Tt es arte tere ss :
Seem’d heaven itfelf, till one fuggeftion rofe;
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l his sarees praife.

That vice fhould triumph, virtue vice Ba!
This fprung fome doubt of Providence’s {way :
His hopes no more a certain Bro boaik,

And all the tenour of ‘his foul ts loft:

So when a fmeoth expanfe receives impreft
Calm nature’s image on its watery breatt,

Down bend the banks; the trees depending grow,
And ékies beneath with anfwering colours glow :
But if a ftone the gentle fea divide,

Swift ruffling circles.curl on every fide,

And glimmering fragments of a broken fun,
Banks, trees, and fkies, in thick diforder run.

     
   
 
 
  
  
  
   
  
  
  
 
 
 
  
  
 
 
 

To clear this doubt, to know the world by fight,

“To find if books, or fwains, report it right,

(For yet’by fwains alone the world he knew,
Whofe feet came wandering o’er the nightly dew)
He quits his cell; the Pilgrim-ftaff he bore,

And fix’d the fcallop in his hat before ;

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Then with the fun a rifing journey. went,
Sedate to think, and watching each event.
‘The morn was watted in the pathlefs grafs,

And long and Jonefome was the wild to pafs ;
-But.when the fouthern fun had warm’d the
A youth came pofting o’er a crofling way !
His raiment decent, his complexion fait, |
And foft in graceful ringlets wav’d his hair,

Then near approaching, Father, hail! he cry’d,
Aad hail, my Son, the reverend Sire reply’d ;
Words. follow’d words, from queftion an{wer. flow’d,
And talk of various kind deceiv’d the road ;

Till each with other pleas’d, and loth to part,

While in their age they differ, join in heart.
Thus ftands an aged elm in ivy bound,

Thus youthful ivy clafps an elm around.

Now funk the fun; the clofine hour of day

(Came onward, mantled o’er with fober grey.;
Nature in filence bid the world repofe ;

When near the road a ftately palace rofe:
There by the moon through ranks of trees they pafs,
‘Whofe verdure crown’d their floping fides of grafs,
It chanc’d the noble mafter of the dome
Still made his houfe the wandering ftr

day;

anger’s homes

“Yet fill the.kindnefs, from a thirft ef praife,
-Prov’d the vain flourith of expenfive eafe.

‘The pair arrive : the livery’d fervants wait ; :
‘Their lord. receives them at the pompous gate. |
‘The table groans with coftly piles of food,T HEL BE RM ITs 83

‘Then led to reft, the day’s long toil they drown,

Deep funk in fleep, ‘and filk, and heaps ef down.

At length "tis morn, and at the dawn of day,

Along the wide canals the zephyrs play:
Frefho’er the gay parterres the breezes creep,
And {hake the neighbouring wood to banifh fleep.
Up rife the guefts, obedient to the-call:

An early banquet deck’d the fplendid hall;
Rich lufcious wine a golden goblet grac’d,
Which the kind maifter fore’d the guefts to tafte.

hen, pleas’d and thankful, from the porch they go3
And, but the landlord, none had caufe of woe;
fis cup was vanith’d;. for in fecret guife
‘The younger gueft purloin’d the glittering prize.

AAs one who fpies.a ferpent in his ways
Gliftening and b: afking mn the fummer ray'y
Diforder’d ftops to fhun the danger near,

Then walks with faintnefs on, and looks with fears
‘So feem’d the Sire; when far upon the road,

The fhinmg fpoil his wiley partner fhow’d.

He ftop’d with filence, walk’d with trembling heart,
#And much he wih’d, but durft not afk to part:
Murmuring he lifts his eyes, and thinks it hard,
That generous actions meet a bafe reward.

While thus they pafs, the fun his glory fhrouds,
The changing fkies hang out their fable clouds;

A found in air prefag’d appr oaching rain,
Aind beafts to covert feud acrofs the plain.
Warn’d by the figns, the wandering pair retreat,
To feck for thelter at a neighbouring feat.

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“}'was built with turrets, on a rifing ground,
And &rong, and large, and unimprov’d around $
Tts owner’s temper, timorous and fevere,
Unkind and griping, caus’d a defert there.
As.near the: Mifer’s heavy doors they drew,
Fierce rifing gufts with fadden fury blew;
The nimble lightning mix’d. with showers began,
And o’er their heads loud Tolling ‘thunders ran.
Here long they knock, but knock or call in vain,
Driven by the wind, and batter’d by the rain.
#.t length fonre pity warm’d the>mafter’s breatt
(° Iwas then his threthold firtt. receiv’d a cuett
Slow creeking turns the door with jealous c

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nd half he welcomes-in ‘the-thivering pair }
One frugal faggot lights the naked wails,
‘And nature’s fervor throubh ‘their limbs recalls ;
Bread of the coarfett-fort, with eager wine,
(Each hardly granted) ferv’d ‘them both to dine 3!
find when the tempeft firft appear’d to ceale;
AA ready warning bid them part in peace.

With {till remark ‘the pondering Hermit view'd,
Jn one fo rich, a life fo poor and rude ;
And why fhould fuch, within himfelf he Chvad,
Lock the lot wealth a thoufand want befide?
But what new marks of wonder foon took piace,
In every fettling feature of his face ;
When from his veft the young companion bore
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And paid profufely with the precious bowl

The ftinted kindnefs of this churhth foul.
But now the clouds in airy tumult fly;

The fun peu ng -opes an-azure fky ; -

A firefher green t ii fmelling leaves difplay,

And, ee ing as they tremble, chear the day:

The weather courts them from the poor retreat,

And the glad matter bolts the wary gate.
While h
With all the travel of uncertain thought;

His partner’s acts without their canfe appear,

>"Twas there a vice, and feem’d.a madne

Detefting that, and pitying this, he goes,

Loft and a with.the-various fhows.

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Again the wanderers want a place to lye,
Again they eae and find a lodging -nigh.

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And neither poorly low, nor idly great:

It feem’d to fpeak its mafter’s turn of mind,

Hither the walkers turn-with weary feet, -
hen noblct the manfion, and.the mafter greet :

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Without a vain, without a grudging heart,

To him who gives us all, 1 yieid a part;
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From him you come, for him accept it here,

A-frank and sober, more than coftly cheer.
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nt, and not.to praife, but virtue k cind.

‘ preeting fair, befiow’d with modeft guif

he courteous mafter hears;-and thusreplies:

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He fpoke, and. bid the welcome table {pread,.
Then talk of virtue till the time-of bed,
When the grave houfhold round his ha
Warn’d by a bell, and clofe tl
At leneth the world, renew’d by calm repoie,
Was ftrong for toil, the dappled morn arofe;
Before the Pilgrims part, the younger crept,
Near the clos’d cradle where an infant flept,
And writh’d his neck :

Il repair,
n€ hours with prayers.

the Landlord’s little pride,
O ftrange return! grew black, and gafp’d, and dy’d,
Horror of horrors! what! his only fon!
How look’d our Hermit when the fact was done;
Not hell, though hell’s black jaws in funder part,
A\nd breathe blue fire, could more affault his heart,
Confus’d, and ftruck with filence at the deed,
He flies, but trembling fails to
His fteps the Youth purfues ;
Perplex’d with roads, a fervant thow’d the way:
4. river crofs’d the path; the paflage o’er
Was nice to find; the fervant trod before ;
Long arms of oaks an open bridge fupplyd,
And deep the waves beneath the bending glide.
‘The Youth, who feem’d to w

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the country lay

atch a time to fin,
»proach’d the carelefs Guide, and thruft him in rs
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unging he falls, and rifing lifts his head,
Then flathing turns, and finks among the dead.
Wild, fparkling rage inflames the father’s eyes, |
Ne burfis the bands of ear, and madly cries, |
Detefted wretch!

When the frange Partner teem’d no longer man:

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His youthful face grew more ferenely {weet ;

Yis robe turn’d white, and flow’d upon his feet;

Fair rounds of radiant points inveft his hair ;
Geleftial odours breathe through purpled air ;

And wings, whofe colours glitter’d on the day,
Wide at his back their gradual plumes difplay.

The form etherial burft upon his fight,

And moves in all the majefty of light..

Though loud at firft the Pilgrim’s paflion grew,
Sudden he gaz’d, and wift not what te do ;
Surprize in fecret chains his words fufpends,
And in a calm his fettling temper ends.

But filence here the beauteous Angel broke
(The voice of mufic ravifh’d as he fpoke).

Thy prayer, thy praife, thy life to vice unknown,
In fweet memorial rife before the throne:

Thefe charms, fuccefs in our bright region find,
And force an Angel down, to calm thy mind;
For this, commiffion’d, I forfook the fky,

Nay, ceafe to kneel—Thy fellow-fervant I.

Then know the truth of government divine,
And let thefe fcruples be no longer thine.

The Maker juftly claims that world he made,
In this the right of Providence is laid ;
lis facred majefty through all depends
On ufing fecond means to work his ends:
"Tis thus, withdrawn in ftate from human €ye,
The Power exerts his attributes on high,
Your aétions ufes, nor controls your will,

And bids the doubting fons of men be fall.

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What ftrange events can ftrike with more furprize,
Than, thofe which lately ftruck thy wondering eyes?
Yet, taught by thefe, confefs th’ Almighty juft
And where you can’t unriddle, learn to tru#!

The great, vain man, who far’d on coftly food,
Whofe life was too luxurious to be good ;

Who made his Ivory ftands with goblets fhine,

And fore’d his cuelts to morning draughts of wine,
Has, with the cup, the gracelefs cuftom loft,

And fill he welcomes, but with lefs of cof.

‘The mean, fufpicious wretch, whofe bolted door
Ne’er mov'd in duty to the wandering poor;

With him I left the cup, to teach his mind
‘hat heaven can blefs, if mortals wil] be kind.
Confcious of wanting worth,. he views the bowl,
And feels compaffion touch his grateful foul.
Thus artifts melt the fullen oar of lead,

With heaping coals of fire upon its head;

the kind warmth the meta] learns to glow,
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And loofe from drofs the filver runs below.

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Long had our pious friends in virtue trod, |
But now the child half:wean’d his heart from God 3
(Child of his age) for him he liy’d in pain,

4ind meafur’d back his fteps to earth again.
‘To what exceffes |

had his dotage run?
But God, to fave the father, took the fon.
Yo all but thee, in fs he fecm’d to go,

(And *t was my miniftry to deal the blow)
© poor fond parent, humbled in the duft,

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But now had all his fortune felt a wrack,

Had that falfe fervant {ped in fafety back ;
This night his treafur’d heaps he meant to fteal,
And what a fund of charity would fail!
‘Thus Heaven inftruéts thy mind: this trial o’er,
Depart in peace, refign, and fin no more.

On founding pinions here the youth withdrew,
The Sage ftood wondering as the Seraph flew.
Thus look’d Elitha when, to mount on high,
His mafter took the chariot of the fky ;

The fiery pomp afcending left to view ;
The prophet gaz’d, and wiih’d to follow. too.
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The bending Hermit here a prayer begun,
Lord! asin on on earth thy will be done :

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aps ee when the night in filent fable fled,
hen chearful morning fprung with rifing red,
When dreams and vapours leave to croud the brain,
And beft the vifion draws its heavenly fcene;
"Twas

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"Twas then, as {lumbering on my couch I lay,.

AA fudden fplendor feem’d to kindle day,

AA breeze came breathing in a {weet perfume,

Blown from eternal gardens, fill’d the room S

And in a void of blue, that clouds invett,

Appear’d a daughter of the. realms of rett ;

Her head.a ring of golden glory wore, —

Her honour’d hand the facred volume bore,

Her raiment glittering feem’d a filver white,

Asnd all her fweet companions fons of light.
Straight as I gaz’d, my fear and wonder grew,

When lo! acherub of the fhininge croud

‘That fail’d as guardian in her azure cloud,

Fear barr’d my voice, and wonder fix’d my view ;.

Fann’d the foft air, and downwards. feem’d to glide, .
And to my lips.a living coal apply’d.
Then while the warmth o’er all my pulfes ran
Diffuling comfort, thus. the maid: began:
*« Where glorious manfions are prepar’d above,
«« The feats of mufic, and the feats of love,
*¢ ‘Thence I defcend, and Piety my name,
© To warm. thy bofom: with celeftial flame,
«« To teach thee praifes mix’d. with humble prayers,
** And tune thy foul to fing feraphic airs.
‘© Be thou my Bard.” A vial: here the caught
(An Angel’s hand the cryftal vial. brought) ;
And as with awful found the word was faid,
She pourd a facred unétion on my head ;
Then thus proceeded: © Be thy Mute thy zeal,
** Dare to be good, and all my joys reveal,

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* While other pencils flattering forms:create,

*« And paint the gaudy plumes that deck the great;

«¢ While other pens exalt the vain delight,

<< Whole wafteful revel wakes the depth of night;

‘* Or others foftly fing in idle lines

‘¢ How Damon courts, or Amaryllis fhines.;,

‘¢ More wifely thou fele&t a theme divine,

<< Fame is their recompence,. “tis heaven is thine,

“ Defpife the raptures- of difcorded fire,

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Low reftlefs life, and ravings born of earth,
** Whofe meaner fubjects foeak their humble birth

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“ Like working feas, that, when loud winters blow,

« Not made for rifing;. only rage below..

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“* More lafting fill, as more intenfely great,

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Produc’d.where prayer, and praife, and pleafure breathe,

« And ever mounting whence it fhot beneath.

« Unpaint the love, that, hovering over beds,

‘¢ From: glittering pinions guilty pleafure fheds ;

«¢ Reftore the colour to the golden mines

«< With which. behind the feather’d idol fhines ;

«< To flowering greens give back their native care,

“< The rofe and lily, never his.to wear ;

“© To fweet Arabia fend the balmy breath ;

*¢ Strip the fair flefh, and ‘call the phantom Death :

‘* His bow be fabled o’er, his fhaits the ‘fame,

«¢ And fork and point them with eternal fla
<¢ But urge thy powers, thine utmoft voic

Make the loud ftrings againit thy fing92 PAREN ECLIL?§ "Poo EM s,

“«°T is love that Angels praife.and men adore, -
*¢ *Tis love divine that afks it all and more.

** Fling back the gates of ever-blazing day,
** Pour floods of liquid light to gild the way 3

“¢ And all in glory wrapt, through paths untrod,. .

** Purfue the great unfeen defcent of God.

«¢ Hail the meek Virgin, bid the child appear,

*¢ The child is God, and call him Jefus here.

** He comes, but where to reft? A manger ’s nigh, .
«« Make the great Being ina manger lie;

‘ Fill the wide tky with Angels on the wing,
Make thoufands gaze, and make ten thoufan

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«© Let men affli& him,. men he came to fave,..

«© And {till afflict him till he reach the grave ;
Make him refign’d, -his loads: of forrow meet,
And me, like Mary, weep beneath his feet ;

I°ll bathe my treffes there, my. prayers rehearfe, ~
And glide in flames-of Jove along my verfe.

‘** Ah! while I fpeak, I feel my bofom {well,
My raptures fmother what I long to tell: .

“Tis God! a prefent God} through cleaving air
** I fee the throne, and fee the Jefus there

«« Plac’d on the right. He thews the wounds he bore
*¢ (My fervours oft have won him thus before) ;

“« How pleas’dhe looks! my. words have reach’d his Carrs

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‘« He bids the gates unbar ; and calls me near.”

She ceas’d. The cloud on which fhe feem’d to tread
Its curls unfolded, and around her {pread ;
Bright Angels waft their wings to raife the cloud

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The fcene moves off, while.all its ambient fky
Is turn’d to wondrous mufic as they fly ;

And foft the fwelling founds of mufic grow,
And faint their foftnefs, till they fail below,

My downy fleep the warmth of ‘Phoebus broke,
And.while my thoughts were fettling, thus I fpoke,
‘Thou beauteous vifion! on the foul:imprefs’d,
When moft my reafon would appear:to reft,
*Twas fure with pencils dipt m various lights
Some curious Angel limn’d thy facred fights ;
From:blazing fiins his radiant gold he drew,
While moons the filver gave, and air the blue.

I *i] mount the roving winds expanded wing,
And feek the facred hill, and ‘ght to fing ;
(Tis known in Jewry well) Ill make my lays,
Obedient to thy fummons, found with praife.

But fill I fear, unwarm’d with holy flame, ;
{ take for truth the flatteries of a dream ;

And barely with the wondrous gift I boaft,
And faintly practife what:deferves it moft.

Indulgent Lord! whofe gracious love difplays
Joy in the light, and fills the dark with eafe!

Be this, ‘to blefs my days, no dream of bhis ;
Ox be, to blefg the nights, my dreams like this.

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AS Bacchus, ranging at his leifure,

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‘Charm’d the wide world swith drink

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Alas! he quite forgot the while
His favourite vines-in Lethos ifle,

The god, returning ere they dy’d,
“A! fee my jolly fauns,.he cry’d,
The leaves. but hardly borh-are red,
And the bare arms for pity f{pread:
‘The-beats afford.a rich anure ;
Fly, my:boyss to bring the cure ;
Up the mountains, o’er th

Vales,
Through the woods, and down the d
For this, 4 full the clufter grow,

Your bowls thal] doubly overflow.

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So chear’d with mare offictous: hatte
They bring the dung of every; beatt ;
The loads they wheel, .the roots they bare,
‘They lay the rich manure with care ;
While oft he calls to labour-hard,

And names as oft the red reward.

The plants refrefh’d, new leaves appears
The thickening clufters load the year ;
The feafon {wiftly purple grew,

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A vineyard ripe, a day ferene

‘Now calls them all to work again.

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‘The wines invite the jovial God.
Strow the rofes, raife.the fong,
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Whim and Frolic follow after:

The fauns afide the vats remain,

lo fhow the work, and reap the gain.
All around, and all around,

They fit to riot.on the-ground;

A veflel ftands amidft t ng,
And here they Ries ay there they fing

Or rife a jolly jolly band, ;
And dance about it hand in hand;
Dance about, and fhout amain,

Then fit to laugh and fing again.
-Phus.they drink, and thus they play
The fun-and all their wits away.

But, as an ancient author fung,
The vine manur’d with every dung,
From every creature ftrangely drew
A twang of ‘brutal nature too;
ae hence:in drinking.on the lawns

New turns of humour feiz’d the fauns.

Here one was crying out, By Jove!

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Another grins, and leaps about,
And keeps a merry world.of rout,
And talks impertinently free,
And twenty talk the fame as he:
Chattering, idle, airy, kind:
‘Dhefe take the monkeys turn of mind,
Here one, that faw the Nymphs which food,
‘To peep upon them from the wood,
Skulks off to try if any maid
Be lagging late beneath the thade ;
While loofe difcourfe another raifes

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And every glafs he drinks enjoys,

With change of nonfenfe, luft, and noife
Z Mad and carelefs, hot and vain ;
Such as thefe the goat retain.

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Another drinks and cafts it up,
And drinks, and wants another cups
Solemn, filent, and fedate,
Ever long, and ever late,
Full of meats, and full of wine:
‘This takes his temper from the fwine.
Here fome who hardly feem to breathe
Drink, and hang the jaw‘beneath.
Gaping, tender, apt to weep :
‘Their nature ’s alter’d by the fheep.
T'was thus one autumn all the crew
(if what the Poets fay be true}
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pict ail Pe LicTT Ate C-  e s.

‘While Bacchus made the mevry feait,
Inciin’d to one or other beatt:

And fince, *tis {aid, for many a mile
He fpread the vines of Lefbos ifle.

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V ITH moral tale let ancient Wifdom move,
Whilit thus I fing to make the moderns wifes
Strong Neptune once with fage Minerva ft-ove,
And rming Athens was the victor’s prize.
By Neptune, Plutus (guardian power of gain);
By great Minerva, bright Apollo ftood :
But Jove fuperior bade the fide obtain,
Which beft contriv’d to do the nation good.

Then Neptune ftriking, from the parted ground

The warlike Horfe came pawing on the plain,
And as it toft its mane, and pranc’d around,

By this, he cries, II] make the people reign.
The Goddefs, fmiling, gently bow’d her fpear,

And rather thus they fhall be blefs’d, the {aid :
Then upwards fhooting in the vernal air,

With loaded boughs the fruitful Olive fpread.
Jove faw what gift the rural powers defign’d ;

And took th’ impartial fcales, refolv.d to fhow,
{f greater blifs in warlike pomp we find,

Or in the calm which peaceful times beftow.

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On Neptune’s part he plac’d vigtorious days,
Gay trophies won, and fame extending wide.
But plenty, fafety, {cience, arts, and eafe,
Minerva’s feale with greater weight fupply’d.
Fierce Wer devours whom gentle Peace would faye z
Sweet Peace reftores what angry War deftroys ;
War made for Peace, with that.rewards the brave;
While Peace its pleafures from itfelf enjoys.
Hence vanquifh’d Neptune to the fea withdrew,
Hence wife Minerva rul’d Athenian lands;
Her Athens hence in arts and honours grew,
Axnd ftill her Olives deck pacific hands.
From fables, thus difclos’d, a monarch’s mind
May-form juft rules to-chufe the truly great,
And fubjeés weary’d with diftteffes find,
Whofe kind endeavours moft’befriend the ftate,
F.v’n Britain here may learn to place her love,
If cities won, her kingdom’s wealth have colt;
If Anna’s thoughts the patriot fouls approve,
Whofe:cares.xeftore that wealth the wars had lof,

But if we afk, the moral to difclofe,

Whom her bef patronefs Euro

pa calls,
Great Anna’

s title no exception knows,

And unapply’d inthis the fable falls.
With her nor Neptune or Minerva Vies :

Whene’er fhe pleas’d, her troops to conqueft flew.
Whene’er fhe pleafes, peaceful times arife ;
She gave the Horfe, and gives the Olive too,

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COME RON checks my f{pleen, yet fcorn denies
The tears a paflage through my {welling eyes;
To laugh or weep at fins, might idly fhow
Unheedful paffion, or unfruitful woe.
Satire! arife, and try thy fharper ways,
If ever fatire cur’d an old difeafe.
Is not Religion (heaven-defcended dame)
As worthy all our foul’s devouteft flame,
As moral Virtue in her early fway,
When the beft Heathens faw by doubtful day ?
Are not the joys, the promis’d joys above,
As great and ftrong to vanquith earthly love,
As earthly glory, fame, refpect, and fhow,
As all rewards their virtue found below?
Alas! Religion proper means prepares,
Thefe means are ours, and mutt its end be theirs ?
And fhall thy father’s {pirit meet the fight
Of heathen fages cloath’d in heavenly light,
Whofe merit of ftrict life, feverely fuited
To Reafon’s diftates, may be faith imputed,
Whilft thou, to whom he taught the nearer road,
Art ever banifh’d from the bleft abode.
Oh! if thy temper fuch a fear can find,
This fear were valour of the nobleft kind.
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Dart thou provoke, when rebel fouls afpire,
Tihy Maker’s vengeance, and thy Monarch’s ire,
Or live entomb’d in fhips, thy leader’s prey,
Spoil of the war, the famine, or the fea;
In fearch of pearl, in depth of ocean breathe,
@r live, exil’d the fun, in mines beneath,
Or, where in tempefts icy mountains roll,
Attempt a paflage by the northern pole?
Or dart thou parch within the fires of Spaing
Or burn beneath the line, for Indian gain?
Or for fome idol of thy fancy draw
Some loofe-gown’d dame; O courage made of ftraw?
‘Thus, defperate coward, would’{t thou bold appear,
Yet when thy God has plac’d thee ‘centry here,

‘Lo thy own foes, to his, ignoble yield ;
And leave, for wars forbid, th’ appointed field ?
Know thy own foes ; th’ apoftate angel; he

You ftrive to pleafe, the foremot of the three;
He makes the pleafures of his realm the bait,
But can he give for love that a&ts in hate ?

‘Fhe world’s thy fecond love, thy fecond foe,
The world, whofe beauties perith as they blow,
‘They fly, the fades herfelf, and at the bett,
You grafp a wither’d ftrumpet to your breaft ;
The flefh is next, which in fruition

wattes,
High flufh’d with all the fenfual

joys it taftes,
While men the fair, the goodly foul deftroy,

From whence the fleth has power to tafte.q joy.
Seek thou Religion primitively found—

Well, gentle friend, but where may fhe be found ?

ByDR. RONNE’S THIRD SATERE. 107%

By faith implicit blind Ignaro led,
Thinks the bright feraph from his country fled,.
And feeks her feat at Rome,, becaufe we know,,
She there was feen a thoufand years ago ;
\nd loves her relick rags, as men obey,
The foot-cloth where the prince fat yelterday..
Thefe pageant forms are whining Obed’s {corn,
Who feeks Religion at Geneva born,
A fullen thing, whofe coarfenefs fuits the crowd :
Though young, unhandfome; though unhandfome,

So

proud ;
Thus, with the wanton, fome perverfely judge
All girls unhealthy but the country drudge.
No foreign fchemes make eafy Czpio roam,
The man contented takes his church at home,
Nay, fhould: fome preachers, fervile bawds of gain,
Should fome new laws, which like new fafhions reign,
Command his faith to count falvation ty’d,
To vilit his, and vifit none befide ;
He grants falvation centres in his own,,
And grants it centres but in his alone;
From youth to age he grafps the profter’d dame,
And they-confer his faith, who give his name ;
So from the guardian’s hands the wards, who live
Enthrall’d to guardians, take the wives they gives.
From all profefiions carelefs Airy flies,
For all profeffions can’t be good, he cries 5
And here a fault, and there another views,
And lives unfix’d.for want of heart to chufe.,

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So men, who know what fome loofe girls have done,
For fear of marrying fuch, will marry none,

‘The charms of all obfequious Courtly ftrike;

On each he dotes, on each attends alike ;

And thinks, as different countries deck the dame,
The dreffes altering, and the fex the fame:

So fares Religion, chang’d in outward fhow,

But °tis Religion fill where’er we go:

‘This blindnefs {prings from an excefs of light,
And men embrace the wrong to chufe the rights
But thou of force mut one Religion own,

And only one, and that the right alone ;

To find that right one, afk thy reverend fire,

Let his of him, and him of his enquire ;

Though truth and falfehood feem as twins ally’d,

ry

‘here ’s elderfhip on Truth’s delightful fide ;
Her feek with heed—who feeks the foundeft firft,
Is not of no Religion, nor the worft.

‘T° adore, or fcorn an image, or proteft,

May all be bad; doubt wifely for the beft,

“Twere wrong to fleep, or headlong run aftray 3

It is not wandering, to inquire the way.
On a large mountain, at the bafis wide,
Steep to the top, and craggy at the fide,

Sits facred Truth enthron’d 3 and he who means
To rea

ch the fummit, mounts with Weary pains,
Winds round and round, and every turn eflays,
Where fudden breaks refit the fhorter ways.
Yet labour fo, that ere faint age arrive,

“Thy fearching foul poffels-her yeft alive ;DR. DONNE*’S ZHIRD SATINE. x

‘To work by twilight were to work too late,
And age is twilight to the night of fate,
To will alone,. is but to mean delay,
To work at prefent, is the ufe of day,
For man’s employ much thought and’ deed remain,
High thoughts the foul, hard deeds: the body ftrain,
And myfteries afk believing, which to view,
Like the fair fun, are plain, but dazzling too.
Be Truth, fo found, with facred heed pofleft
Not kings have power to tear it from thy breaft.
By no blank charters harm they where they hate,
Nor are they vicars, but the hands of fate..
Ah! fool and wretch, who lett’ft thy foul be ty.
To human laws! or muft it fo be try’d ?
Or will it boot thee, at the lateft day,
When Judgment fits, and Justice afks thy plea,
That Philip that, or Gregory taught thee this,
Or John or Martin? All may teach amifs:
For every contrary in each extreme
This holds alike, and‘each may plead the fame.
Would thou to power a proper duty fhew ?
Tis thy firft tafk the bounds of power to know;
The bounds once paft, it holds the tame no more,
Its nature alters, which it own’d before,
Nor were fubmiffion humblenefs exprett,
But all a low idolatry at beft.
Power from above, fubordinately fpread,
Streams like a fountain from th’ eternal head}
There, calm and pure, the living waters flow,
But roars a torrent or a flood below,
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Each flower ordain’d the margins to adorn,

Each native beauty, from its roots is torn,

And left on deferts, rocks and fands, are toft,
All the long travel, and in ocean loft.

So fares the foul, which more that power reveres,,

Man claims. from God, than what in God inheres,

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ny R O-M realms of never-interrupted peace,
A From thy fair ftation near the throne of Grace;
From chonrs of angels, joys in endlefs round,

And endlefs. harmony’s: enchanting found,
Charm’d with a zeal the Maker’s praile-to fhew,,
Bight Gift of Verfe defcend,. and here below
My ravith’d heart with rais*d affection fll,

snd warbling o’er the foul incline my will.
Among thy pomp, let rich expreffion wait,

Lect ranging numbers form thy train compleat,
White at thy motions over alk the iky

Sweet founds, and echoes. fweet, refounding fly ;
And where thy feet with gliding beauty tread,
Let Fancy’s flowery {pring ereét its head.

It comes, it comes, with unaccuftom’d light,
The traéts of airy thought crow wondrous brighty.
Its notions ancient Memory reviews,
sind young Invention new defigns purfues..

To fome atterapt my will and withes prefs,

And pleafure, rais?d in hope, forebodes fuccefss
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My God, from whom proceed the gifts divine,.
My God! I thinkI feel the guft is thine,THE, GAs OF POEL LEY.

Be this no vain illufion which I find,
Nor nature’s impulfe on the paffive mind,
But reafon’s at, produc’d by good defire,
By grace enliven’d with Celeftial Fire ;
While bafe conceits, like mifty fons of night,
Before fuch beams. of glory take their flight,
And frail affeCtions, born of earth, decay,
Like weeds that wither in the warmer ray.
I thank thee, Father! with a grateful mind:
Man ’s undeferving, and thy Mercy kind.
TY now perceive, I long to fing thy praife,
I now perceive, IL long to find my lays
‘The fweet incentives of another’s love,
And fure fuch longings have their rife abeve.
My refolution ftands confirm’d within,
My lines afpiring eagerly begin 3,
Begin, my lines, to fuch a fubje& due,
‘That aids our labours, and rewards them too!
Begin, while Canaan opens to mine eyes,
Where fouls and fongs, divinely form’d, arile.
As one whom o’er the fweetly-vary’d meads
Intire recefs and lonely pleafure leads,
To verdur’d banks, to paths adorn’d with flowers,
To fhady trees, to clofely-waving bowers,
To bubbling fountains, and afide the ftream
That foftly gliding fooths a waking dream,
Or bears the thought infpir’d with heat along,
And with fair images improves a fong ;
Through facred anthems, fo may fancy range,
So ftill from beauty, ftill to beauty change,ibe? PARNEL EG Pop ys
To feel delights in‘all the radia

And, with fweet numbers, wh
For this I call that ancient Time appear,
And bring his rolls to ferve in method here;
His rolls which acts, that endlefs honour claim,
Have rank’d in order for the voice of fame.

My call is favour'd : Time from firft to laft

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circles as he turns them o’er,
And fix my footfteps where he went before.
The page unfolding would a top difclofe,
Where founds melodious in their birt]
Where firft the Morning-ftars toget
Where firft their harps the Sons o
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To prove the chorus of eternal fkies..

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And all ’s with ]

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TO grace thofe lines, which next appear to fight,

The pencil fhone, with more abated light;
Yet fill the pencil fhone, the lines were fair,
And awful Mofes ftands recorded there ;

Let his, replete with flames and praife divine,
Let his, the firft-remember’d fong be mine,

Then rife my thought, and in thy prophet find
What joy thould warm thee, for the work defign’d.

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To that great aét, which rais’d his heart, repair,
And find a portion of his fpirit there.
A Nation helplefs and unarm’d I view,

Whom ftrong revengeful troops of war purfue;

Seas ftop their flight, their camp muft prove their crave,
Ah! what can fave them ? God alone can fave.

God’s wondrous voice proclaims his high command,

He bids their leader wave the facred wand,

And where the billows flow’d, they flow no mores

A road lies naked, and they march it o’er.

Safe may the fons of Jacob travel through,

But why will hard’ned Egypt venture too?

Vain in thy rage, to think thofe waters fiee

And rife like walls, on either hand, for thee,

The night comes on, the feafon for furprize,

Yet fear not, Ifrael, God direéts thine

A fiery cloud I fee thine angel ride,

His chariot is thy light, and he thy guide.

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The day comes’on, and half thy fuccours fail,.
Yet fear not, Ifrael, God will fill prevail.

I fee thine angel from before thee go,

To make the wheels of venturous Egypt flow,
His rolling cloud inwraps its beams of light,
And what fupply’d thy day, prolongs their nights.
At length the dangers of the deep are run,

The further brink is paft, the bank is won;

‘The leader turns to view the foes behind,

Then waves his folemn wand within the wind,
Oh Nation freed by wonders, ceafe thy fear,
And ftand, and fee the Lord’s Salvation heres308 PARN-EL E’sS POEM 8,

Ye Tempefts, now, from every corner fly,,
And wildly rage in all my fancied fky,
Roll on, ye waters, as they roll’d before,
Ye billows of my fancied ocean, roar ;
Dath high, ride foaming, mingle, all the main,
*Tis done, and Pharaoh can’t affliét 2

‘The work, the wondrous work of
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freedom ’s done,
e winds abate, the clouds reftore the fun,
‘The, wreck appears, the threatening army drown’d
Floats o’er the waves, to ftrew the fandy ground,
‘Then place thy Mofes near the calming flood,
Majeftically mild, ferenely good ;
Let meeknefs, lovely virtue, gently ftream
Around his vifage, like a lambent flame ;
Let grateful fentiments, let fenfe of love,
Let holy zeal, within his bofom move 5
And while his people gaze the watery plain,
And fear’s laft. touches. like to doubts remain a
While bright aftonifhment, that feems to.raife
A queftioning belief, is fond to praife ;
Be thus the rapture in the prophet’s breatt,
Be thus the thanks for freedom. gain’d exprefs’d;
I °ll fing to God, I ’ll fing the fongs of praife,
To God, triumphant in his wondrous ways,
To God, whofe glories in the feas excel,
Where the proud horfe and prouder rider fell.
‘The Lord, in mercy kind, in juftice ftrong,
Is now my ftrength; this ftreneth be now my fong,
This fure falvation fuch he proves to me,
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The Lord’s my God, and I'll prepare his feat,
My father *s God, and Pll proclaim him greats
Him Lord of battles, Him renown’d in Name,
Him ever-faithful, evermore the fame.
His gracious aids avenge his people’s thrall,
They make the pride of boafting Pharaoh fall.
Within the feas his ftately chariots lie,
Within the feas his chofen captains die.
The rolling deeps have cover’d o’er the foe,
They funk like ftones, they fwiftly funk below:
Thine hand, my God! thine hand confefs’d thy carey
Thine hand was glorious in thy power there,
It broke their troops, unequal for the fight,
In all the greatnefs of excelling might :
Thy wrath fent forward o’er the raging ftream,
Swift, fure, and fudden, their deftru€tion came.
They fell as ftubble burns, while driving fkies
Provoke and whirl a flame, and ruin flies.
When blafts, difpatch’d with wonderful intent,
On fovereign orders from thy noftrils went,
For our accounts, the waters were afraid,
Perceiv’d thy Prefence, and together fled ;
In heaps uprightly plac’d, they learn to ftand,
Like banks of cryftal, by the paths of fand.
Then, fondly flufh’d with hope, and fwell’d with prideg
And fill’d with rage, the foe profanely cry’d,
Secure of conqueft, I “il purfue their way,
I ‘ll overtake them, I “ll divide the prey,
My luft I'll fatisfy, mine anger cloy,
My fword I °ll brandifh, and their name deftroy.
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How wildly threats their anger, hark4 above,
New blafts of wind on new commiffion move,
‘To loofe the fetters that confin’d the main,
And make its mighty waters rage again.
“Then, overwhelm’d with their refifilefs fway,
‘They. funk, like lead, they funk beneath the fea.
Oh, -who ’s like. thee, thou dreaded Lord of Hof!
Among the Gods, whom all the nations boatt,
Such aéts.of.wonder and of ftrength difplays?
“Oh great, Oh glorious in thine holy ways!
Deferving praife, and that thy praife appear
In figns of reverence, and fenfe of fear.
“With juftice arm’d, thou ftretched# out thine hand
And earth between its gaping jaws of land
“Receiv’d-its waters of the parted:main,
find fwallow’d up the dark Egyptian train,
With mercy rifing on the weaker fide,
‘Thyfelf became the refcued people’s guide!
And in thy ftrength they paft th’ amazing road
‘To reach thine Holy Mount, thy blefs’d abode. :
What thou haft done the:neighbouring realms fhal}
hear,
And feel the ftrange report excite their fear,
“What thou haft done fhall Edom’s Duke amaze,
And make defpair.on Paleftina feize,
Shall make the warlike fons of Moab fhake,
fAnd all the melting hearts of Canaan weak.
‘In heavy damps, diffus’d on every breaft,
‘Shall cold diftruft and hopelefs terror ref,SiR ay #i2

‘The matchlefs Greatnefs, which thine hand has fhewn,
Shall keep their kingdoms as unmov’d as ftone,
While Jordan ftops above, and fails below,
find all thy flock acrofs the channel go.
Thus on thy Mercy’s filver-fhining wing,
Through feas and ftreams thou wilt the nation bring;
And as the rooted trees fecurely ftand.
So firmly plant it in the promie’d land;
Where for thyfelf thou wilt a place prepare,
And after-ages will thine altar rear,
There reign victorious in thy facred feat,
©h, Lord! for ever and for ever great.
Look where the tyrant was but lately feen,
‘The feas gave backward, and he ventur’d in.
In yonder gulph with haughty pomp he thew’d,
Here march’d his horfemen, there his chariots rode,
And when our God reftor’d the floods again,
Ah, vainly ftrong’! they perifh’d in the main;
But Ifrael went a-dry furprizing way,
Made fafe by miracles, amidft the fea.

Here ceas’d the fong, though not the Prophet's joy,
Which others hands and others tongues employ;
For ftill the lays, with warmth divine-exprett,
Inflam’d his hearers to their inmoft breatt.

‘Then Miriam’s notes the chorus {weetly raife,

And Miriam’s timbrel gives new life to praife,

The moving founds, like foft delicious wind,

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O’er all the croud the thought infpiring flew,
‘The women follow’d, with their timbrels too,
And thus from Mofes, where his ftrains arcfe,
‘They catch’d a rapture, to perform the clofe,

We'll fing to God, we “Il fing the fongs of praife,
To God triumphant in his wondrous ways,

‘To God, whofe glories in the feas excel,
Where the proud horfe and prouder rider fell.

Thus Hrael, raptur’d with the pleafing thought,
Of freedom wifh’d, and wonderfully got,

Made chearfal thanks from every bank refound,
Exprefsd by fongs, improv’d in joy by found.
Oh, faered Mofes, each infufing line,

‘That mov'd their gratitude, was part of thine;
“And fill the Chriftians in thy numbers view,
‘The type of Baptifm, and of Heaven too.

So fouls from water rife to grace below,

So faints from toil to praife and glory go.

Oh, grateful Miriam, in thy temper wrought,
‘Too warm for filence, or inventing thought ;
‘Thy part of anthem was to warble o’er,

In {weet refponfe what Mofes fung before.

‘Thou ledit the public voice to join his lays,

And words redoubling, well-redotbled praife.
Receive thy title, prophetefs was thine,

When here thy practice fhew’d thy form divine.
‘The fpirit thus approv’d, refign’d in will,

‘The church bows down, and hears refponfes ftill.

Nor flightly fuffer tuneful Jubal’s name

‘To mifs his place among the fons .of fame;
WhofeWhofe fweet infufions could of old infpire

The breathing organs, and the trembling lyre.

Father of thefe on earth, whofe gentle foul,

By fuch engagements, could the mind control,

If holy verfes aught to mufic owe,

Be that thy large account of thanks below:
Whilft, then, the timbrels lively pleafure gave,
And, now, whilft organs found fedately grave.

My firft attempt the anith’d conrfe commends,

Now, Fancy, flag not, as that fubjeét ends,

But, charm’d with beauties which attend thy way,
Afcend harmonious im the next effay.

So flies the lark, and ie from her to fly ;

She mounts, fhe warbles on the wind on high,

She falls from thence, and feems to drop her wing,

But, ere fhe lights to reft, remounts to fing.

It is not far the days have roll’d their years
Before the fecond brighten’d work appears,
It is not far, alas! the faulty caufe,
Which, from the Prophet, fad refiection draws 5
Alas! that bleffings in poffeffion cloy,
And peevifh murmurs are prefer’d to joy;
That favour’d Ifrael could be faithlefs fall,
Or queftion God’s protecting power or will,
Or dread devoted Canaan’s warlike men,
And long for Egypt and their bonds again.
Scarce thrice the Sun fince harden’d Pharaoh dy’ d,
As bridegrooms iffue forth with glittering pride,
Rejoicing rofe, and let the nation fee

Three fhining days of eafy liberty,
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Ere the mean fears of want, produc’d within,
Vain thought, replenifh’d, with rebellious fin.

Oh look not, Hrael, to thy former way ;

God cannot fail; and either wait or pray.
Within the borders of thy promis’d lands,

Lot's haplefs wife a ftrange example ftands,

She turn’d her eyes, and felt her change begin,
And wrath as fierce may meet refembling fin.
Then forward move thy camp, and forward full,
And let fweet mercy bend thy ftubborn will.

At thy complaint, a branch in Marah caft,
With fweetening virtue mends the water’s tafte.
At thy complaint, the labouring tempett fails,
And drives before a wondrous fhower of quails.
In tender grafs the falling manna lies,

And Heaven itfelf the want of bread fupplies.
The rock divided, flows upon the plain:

At thy complaint, and {till thou wilt complain.
As, thus employ’d, thou went the Defart through,
Lo! Sinai mount upreard its head te view.
Thine eyes perceiv’d the darkly-rolling cloud,
Thine ears the trumpet fhrill, the thunder loud,
The forky lightning fhot in livid gleam,

‘The fmoak arofe, the mountain all a flame

Quak’d to the Depths, and work’d with figns of awe,
While God defcended to difpenfe the law.

Yet neither mercy, manifef in might,

Nor power in terrors could preferve thee right.

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While night in pitchy plumes flides foft in air,
ft ?ll think him giving what the guilty fleep,
‘To thoughts where forrow glides, and numbers weep,
Sad thoughts of woes that reign ce fuch prevail,
And man’s fhort life, though not fo fhort as frail.
Within. this cee for his inward eyes,
He bids the fading low creation rife,
And ftrait the train of mimic fenfes brings
The dufky fhapes of tranftory things,
Through penfive fhades, the vifions feem to range,
They feem to flourith, and they feem to change 3
A moon decreafing runs the filent éky,
And iickly birds on moulting feathers fly ;

Men walking count their days of bleffing o’er,

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But while th’ affecting notions pafs along,
He chufes fuch as beft adorn his fong ;
And thus with Ged the rifing lays began,
God ever reigning, God compar’d with man:
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And thus they move to man beneath his rod,
Man deeply fnning, man chaftis’d by God.

Oh Lord! Oh Saviour! though thy chofen band
Have fay’d like ftrangers, in a foreign land,

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Through number’d ages, which have run their race,
Still has thy mercy been our dwelling-place,
Before the moft exalted duft of earth,
The ftately mountains had receiv’d a birth,
Before the pillars of the world’were laid,
Before the habitable parts were made;
Thou wert their God, from thee their rife they drew,
Thou great forages, great for ever too.

Man (mortal creature) fram’d to feel decays,
Thine unrefifted power at pleafure {ways 5
Thou fay’ft return, and parting fouls obey,
Thou fay’ ft return, and bodies fall to-clay.
For what ’s a thoufand fleeting years with thee?
‘Or time, compar’d with long eternity,
Whofe-wings expanding infinitely vaft
Orerftretch its utmoft ends of firft and laf;
Tis like thofe hours that-lately faw the fun;
He rofe, and fet, and all the day was done.
‘Or like the watches which dread night divide,
‘And while-we flumber unregarded glide,
When all the prefent feems a thing of nought,
And paft and future-clofe to waking thought.
As raging floods, when rivers {well with rain,
Bear down the groves, and overflow the plain,
So fwift and ftrong thy wondrous might appears,
So life is carried down the rolling years.
As heavy fleep purfues the day’s retreat,
With dark, with filent, and unattive ftate,
So life °s attended-on by certain doom,
And desth’s their reft; their refting-place, a tomb.

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And youth: its morning, age its evening fhews:
Thus tender blades-of grafs, when beams diffufe,
Rife from the preflure of their early dews.
Point tow’rds the fkies, their elevated {pires,-
And proudly flourifh, in their green attires,
But foon (ah fading ftate of things below !}
The fcythe-deftruétive mows the lovely thew,
The rifing fun thus faw their glories high3.
That fun defcended, fees their glories: die.

We fill with more than common hafte of fate
Are doom’d to perifhy in thy kindled hate.
Our public fins for publie juftice call,
And ftand like marks, on which thy judgments fall;
Our fecret fins, that folly thouwght.conceal’d,
Ave in thy light for punithment reveal’d.
Beneath the terrors-of thy wrath divine
Our days unmix’d with happinefs decline,
Eike empty ftories, tedious, fhort, and vam;
And never, never more recall’d-again.
Yet what.were life, if to the longeit-date,
Which we have nam’da life, we backen’d fate,
Alas, its.mof computed le Feet th wa pears
To reach the limits but of feventy years,
And if by firength to ruin ele years we go,
That ftrength is labour, and that labour woe.
Then will thy term expire , and th
Oh mar! oh creature furely born to die!
But who regards a truth fo throughly known?
Who dreads a. wrath fo. manifeftly hewn 2
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Who feems to fear it, though the danger vies,
With any pitch to which our fear can rife:
© teach us fo to-number all our days,
That thefe reflections may correét our ways,
That thefe may lead us from delufive dreams
‘To walk in heavenly wifdom’s golden beams.
Return, oh Lord: how long fhall Ifrael fin?
How long thine anger be preferv’d within ?
Befcre our time ’s irrevocably paft,
Be kind, be gracious, and return at laft.
Let favour foon difpens’d our fouls employ,
And ftill remember’d favour live in joy.
Send years of comforts for our years of woes,
Send thele at leaft of equal length with thofe,
Shine on thy flock, and on their offspring fhine,
With tender mercy (fweeteft a&t divine);
Bright rays of majefty ferenely thed
To reft in glories on the nation’s head.
Our future deeds with approbation blefs,
And in the giving them give us fuccefs.
Thus with forgivenefs earneitly defir’d,
Thus in the raptures of a blifs requir’d,
The man of God concludes his facred ftrain,
Now fit and fee the fubje&t once again.
See ghaitly death, where defarts all around
Spread forth the barren undelightful ground:
There ftalks the filent melancholy fhade,
His naked bones reclining on a fpade;
And thrice the fpade with folemn fadnefs heaves,
And thrice earth opens in the form of graves,

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His gates of darknefs gape, to take him in;
And where he foon would fink, he ’s pufh’d by fin.
Poor mortals! here, your common picture kno
And with yourfelves in this acquainted grow,
Through life, with airy, thoughtlefs pride you range,
And vainly glitter in the fphere of change,
A {phere where all things but for time remain,
Where no fix’d ftars with endlefs glery reign.
But meteors only, fhort-liv’d meteors rife,
To fhine, fhoot down, and die beneath the dkies.
‘There is an hour, ah! who that hour attends ?
When man, the gilded vanity, defcends ;
When foreign force, or wafte of inward heat,
Conftrain the foul to leave its ancient feat ;
When banifh’d beauty from her empire flies,
And with a languith leaves the fparkling eyes;
When foftening mufic and perfuafion fail,
And all the charms that in the tongue prevail
When fpirits ftop their courfe, when nerves unbrace,
And outward action and perception ceale ;
°Tis then the. poor deform’d remains fhall be
That naked fkeleton we feem’d to fee.
Make this thy mirror, if thou would’ft have blifs,
No flattering image fhews itfelf in this;
But fuch as lays the lofty looks of pride,
And makes cool thought in humble channel glide ; ,
But fuch as clears the cheats of error’s den,
Whence magic mifts furround the fouls of men;
Whence felf-delufion’s trains adorn their fight,
As fnow’s fair feathers fleet to darken fight;
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Then ref, and in the work of fancy fpread,

To gay-wav'd plumes for every mortal’s lread.
Thefe empty forms, when death appears, difperfe
Or melt in tears, upon its mournful hearfe ;

The fad refleXion forces men to know,

Life furely fails and fwiftly flies below.

Oh, let thy folly lofe the profit fought,
Oh never touch it with a glancing thought,

As men to glaffes come, and ftraight withdraw,

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But fix, intently fix, thine inward. eves,
And in the ftrength of this great truth be wile,

Tf on the globe’s dim fide our fenfes firay
Not us’d to perfect light, we think it ~— a ae

Death feems long fleep; and 1 lopes of heavenly beam
Deceitful wifhes, big with diftant bees
But if cur reafon purge the carnal fight,

And place its objects in their juiter light,

Ve change the fide, from dreams on ear
And wake through death, to ring life above.

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And day fucceeding takes a lovely rife.

But though the fong be chang’d, be ftill the fame,

And fill the prophet, in my lines the fame;

With care renew’d, upon the children dwell,

Whofe finful fathers in the defart fell,

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Ah! left they fin, and left they perish, too,
Go feck for Mofes at yon facred tent,

On which the Prefence makes a bright defcent.

Behold the cloud, with radiant glory fair

Like a wreath’d pillar, curl itfelf in air!

Behold it hovering juft above the door,

And Motes meekly kneeling on the floor.

But if the gazing turn thy edge of fight,

And darknefs {pring from unfupported light,

Then change the fenfe, be fight in hearing drown’d,

While thefe ftrange accents from the vifion found;
The time, my fervant, is approaching nigh,

When thou fhalt gather’d with thy fathers lie,

And foon thy nation, quite forgetful grown

Of all the glories which mine arm bas fhewn,

Shall through my covenant perverfely break,

Defpife my worthip, and my name forfake,

By cuftoms conquer’d, where to rule they go,

And ferving gods that can’t protect their foc.

Difpleas’d at this, I "ll turn my face afide

Till tharp Affiiction’s rod reduce thear pride ;

Till, brought to better mind, they feek relief,

By good confeflions in the midf of grief.

Then write thy fong, to ftand a witnefs ftill

Of favours paft, and of my future will,

For I their vain conceits before difcern,

Then write thy fong which Ifrael’s fons fhall learn,
As thus the wondrous voice its charge repeats,

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He feems to feel it on a ftreaming ray,

Pierce through the foul enlightening all its way.
And much obedient will, and free defire,

And much his love of Jacob’s feed infpire ;

And much, Oh! much above the warmth of thofe,
‘The facred f{pirit in his bofom glows,

Mayjeftic Notion feems decrees*to nod,

And holy Tranfport {peaks the words of God.
He new returns, the finifh’d roll he brings,
Enrich’d with ftrains of paft and future things 5

The priefts in order to the tent repair,

‘The gather’d Tribes attend the elders there:

Oh! facred Mercy’s inexhaufted ftore !

Shall thefe have warning of their faults before,

Shall thefe be told the recompenfes due,

Shall heaven and earth be call’d to witnefs too?

Then {till the tumult, if it will be fo,

Let fear, to lofe a word, its caution fhew;

Let clofe attention in dead calm appear,

And foftly, foftly fteal with filence near ;

While Mofes, rais’d above the liftening throng,

Pronounces thus in all their ears the Song:
Hear, Oh ye heavens, Creation’s lofty fhow,

Hear, Oh thou heaven-encompafs’d earth below,

Avs filver fhowers of gently dropping rain,

As honey dews diftilling on the plain,

As rain, as dews, for tender grafs defign’d

So fhall my fpeeches fink within the mind,

So fweetly turn the foul’s enlivening food,

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Wall loudly celebrate the name of God.

Afcribe,, thow nation, every favour’d tribe,

Excelling greatnefs to the Lord afcribe,
The Lard! the rock on whom we fafely truft,
Whofe work is perfect, and whofe ways are jut;
The Lord! whofe promife fands for ever true
Vhe Lord! moft righteous, and mof holy too,

Ah, worfe ele&tion! Ah, the bonds of fin!
They chufe themfelves, to take corruption in.
They ftain'their fouls with Vice’s deepeft blots,
When only frailties are his children’s fpots.

Their thoughts, words, aétions, all are run aftray,

And none more crooked, more perverfe, than they.
Say, rebel nation, and unwifely light,

Say, will thy folly thus the Lord requite?

Or is he not the God who made thee free,

Whofe merey purchas’d and eftablifh’d thee ?

Remember well the wondrous days of old,

The years of ages long before thee told,

Afk all thy fathers, who the truth will fhow,

Or afk thine elders, for thine elders know.

When the Mof High with fceptre pointed down,
Defcribed the Realms of each beginning crown,
When Adam’s offspring providential care,

To people countries, fcatter’d here and there ;

He to the limits of their lands confin’d,

That favour’d Ifrael has its part affign’d,

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Him in the defert,. him his mercy found,
Where famine dwells and howling deafs the ground},
Where dread is felt by favage noife increaft,
Where folitude ereéts its. feat on wafte ;.

And there he led him, and he taught him there,.
And fafely kept him with a watchful care;

‘The tender apples of our heedful eye,

Not more in guard, nor more fecurely lye.

And as an eagle, that attempts to bring
Her unexperiene’d young to truft the wing,.
Stirs. up her neft, and flutters o’er their heads,
fsnd all the forces of her pinions fpreads,

And takes and bears them.on her plumes above;.
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With kindnefs moft peculiar, led his own 5.

As no ttrange God concurr’d to make him free,.

So none had power to lead him through but he.
‘To lands excelling lands and planted high,

Phat boaits the kindeft influencing fky,

He brought, he bore him, on the wings of Grace;.
‘Yo tafte the plenties of the ground’s increafe 5.
Sweet dropping honey from the rocky foil,

From flinty recks: the fmoothly flowing oil,

‘The gilded butter from the ftately kine,

‘Che milk with which. the duggs of fheep declines.
‘The marrow fatnefs.of the tender lambs,

‘The bulky breed of Bafan’s goats and’ rams.
‘The fineft flowery wheat that crowns the plain
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And ftill he drank from ripe delicious heaps

Of clufters prefs’d, the pureft bleod of grapes.
But thou art wanton, fat, and kickeft now,

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Thou foon wert fat, thy fides were thickly grown,
Thy fatnefs deeply cover’d every bone;

Then wanton fulnefs vain Oblivion brought,
And God, that made and fav’d thee, was forgot;
While gods of foreign lands, and rites abhor’d,
To jealoufies and anger mov’d the Lord;

While gods thy fathers never knew weie own’d,
And fiends themfelves with facrifice aton’d.

Oh! fools, unmindful whence your order’d frame,
And whence your life-infufing {pirit came ;

Such ftrange corruptions could his hate provoke,
And thus their fate his indignation fpoke :

It is decreed, I "Il hide my face, and fee,
When f forfake them, what their end fhall be;
For they "re a froward, very froward train,

They promife duty, but return difdain.

Within my foul they ’ve rais’d a jealous flames
By new-nam’d gods, and only gods in name;
They make the burnings of my anger glow,

By guilty vanity’s difpleafing fhow ;

Ill alfo teach their jealoufy to fret,

At fuch as are not form’d a people yet,

I °ll make their anger vex their inward breatft,
When fuch as have not known my laws are bleft,
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‘To burn the depths, confume the land’s increafe,
And on *he mountains’ frong foundation’s feize,
Thick heaps of mifchief on their heads I fend,
And all mine arrows, wing’d with fury, {pend ;
Slow-parching death, and peftilential heat,

Shall bring the bitter pangs of lingering Fate.
‘The teeth of beafts fhall fwift deftruation bring,
The-ftrpents wound them with invenom’d fing,
The {word without, and dread within, confume
‘The youth and virgin, in their lovely bloom,
Weak tender infancy, by fuckling fed,

And helplefs age, with hoary frofted head.

I fard I °d {catter al] the finful race,

I faid I *d make its meer remembrance ceafe,

But that I fear’d the foe’s unruly pride,

‘Their glory vaunted, and their power deny’d,
While thus the ey boaft, our arm has fhewn us bra ave,
And God did nothing, for he could not fave.

So fond their thoughts are, fo remote of fenfe,
And blind in very courfe of Providence.

‘O did they know to what my judgments tend !

O would they ponder on their latter end!

‘They foon would find, that whén upon the field
One makes a thoufand, two, ten theufand \ yield.
‘The Lord of Hofts has fold a rebel ‘fate
And fure inclos*d it in the nets of Fate.

For what ’s another’s rock compar’d with ours,
Let them be judges that have prov’d their powers,
That on hee own have vainly call’d for aid,
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Their vine, indeed, may feem to flourith fair,
But yet it grows in Sodom’s tainted air,

It fucks corruption from Gomorrah’s fields,

And galls for srapes in bitter clufters yields.
And poifon fheds for wine, like that which comes
From afps, and dragons death-infected gums.
And are not thefe their hateful fins rey

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And in my treafures for my juftice feal’d?
‘To me the province of revenge belongs,
To me the certain recompence of wrongs,
Their feet fhall totter in appointed time,
And threatening danger overtake their crime $
For, wing’d with feather’d hafte, the minutes fly
‘To bring thofe things that muft affiét them nigh.
The Lord will judge his own, and bring them low,
And then repent, and turn upon the foe.
And when the judgments from his own remoye
Will thus the foe convincingly reprove.
Where are the gods, the rock, to whom in vain
Your offerings have been made, your vistims flain?
Let them arife, let them afford their aid,
And with proteéction’s fhield furround your head,
Know then your Maker, I the Lord am he,
Nor ever was there any God with me,
And death, or life, or wounds, or health, I give,
Nor can another from my power reprieve.
With folemn ftate I lift my arm on high,
Above the glories of the lofty tky :
4nd by myfelf majeftically fwear,
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If in my rage the elitttering {word I whet;

And, fternly fitting, take the judgment-feat,

My juft awarding fentence dooms my foe,

And vengeance wields the blade, and gives the blow;

And deep in flefh the blade of fury bites,

And deadly deep my bearded arrow lights,

And beth grow drunk with blood defil’d in fin,

When executions of revenge begin.

Then let his nation in a common voice,

And with his nation let the world rejoice:

For whether he for crimes or trials is it

His fervants blood, he will avenge it fill;

He °ll break the troops, he ’N fcatter diem afar’,

Who vex our realm with atBl eis war.

And on the favour’d tribes and on the land,

Shed vi&tories and peace, from Mercy’s hand.

Here-ceas’d the fong, and Ifrael look’d behind,

And gaz’d before, with unconfining mind,

And fix’d in filence and amazement faw

The ftrokes of all their ftate beneath the law.

Their recolleétion does its light prefent

‘To thew the mountain blefs’d with Ged’s defcent,

To thew their wanderings, their unfix’d abode,

And all their guidance in the defart road.

‘Then where the beams of recobleftion go

To leave the fancy difpoffefs’d of fhow,

The fairer light of prophecy ’s begun,

Which, opening future days, fupplies their fun,
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And now they gain that reft their travail fought,
Now milk and honey ftream along the thought.
Anon they feel their fouls the bleffing cloy,
And God ’*s forgot in full excefs of joy.
And oft they fin, and oft his anger burns,
And every nation’s made their icourge by turns,
Till, oft repenting, they convert to God,
And he, repenting too, deftroys the rod.

O nation timely warn’d in facred ftrain,
O never let thy Mofes fing in vain!
Dare to.be good, and happinefs prolong,
Or, if thy folly will fulfil the fong,
At leaft be found the feldomer in ill,
Aaid fill repent, and foon repent thee {till ;
When fuch fair paths thou fhalt avoid to tread,
‘Thy blood will reft upon thy finful head ;
‘Thy crime, by lating, will fecure thy foe,
The gracious warning to the Gentiles go,
And all the world, that *s call’d to witnefs here,
Convine’d by thine example, learn to fear.
The Gentile world, 2 myftic Ifrael grown,
Will in thy firft condition find their own,
A God’s defcent, a pilgrimage below,
And promis’d reft where living waters flow.
They “Il fee the pen, defcribe in every trace
The frowns of anger, or the fmiles of grace;
Why mercy turns afide, and leave to thine,
What caufe provokes the jealoufy divine ;
Why juftice kindles dire avenging flames,
What endlefs power the lifted arm proclaims ;

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Why mercy fhines again with chearful ray,
And glory double-gilds the lightfome day.
‘Though nations change, and Ifrael’s empire dies,
Yet ftill the cafe on earth again may rife;
Eternal Providence its rule retains,
And full preferves, and ftill applies the ftrains.
“Twas fuch a gift, the Prophet’s facred pen,
On his departure, left the fons of men;
Thus he, and thus the fwan her breath refigns,
(Within the beauty of poetic lines,)
He white with innocence, his figure the,
And both harmonious, but the fweeter he.
Death learns to charm, and, while it leads ‘to blifs,
Has found a lovely circumftance in this,
To fuit the meekeft turn of eafy mind,
And aétions chearful in an air refion’d.
Thou flock whom Mofes to thy freedom led,
How wilt thou lay the venerable dead ?
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Go build a pyramid to Glory due,
Square the broad bafe, with floping fides arife,
And let the point diminith in the fkies.
There leave the corpfe, impending o’er his head
‘The wand whofe motion winds and waves obey’d,
On fable banners to the fight defcribe
‘The painted arms of every mourning tribe.
4xnd thus may public grief adorn the tomb,
Deep-ftreaming downwards through the vaulted room.
On the black ftone a fair infcription raife,
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And may the ftile as brightly worth proclaim
As if affeCtion, with a pointed beam,
Engrav’d or fir’d the words, or honour due
Had with itfelf inlaid the tablet through.
But ftop the pomp that is not man’s to pays
For God will grace him in a nobler way.
Mine eyes perceive an orb of heavenly ftate,
With fplendid forms and light ferene replete ;
I hear the found of fluttering wings in air,
I hear the tuneful tongues of angels there:
‘They fly, they bear, they reft on Nebo’s head,
And in thick glory wrap the reverend dead;
‘This errand crowns his fongs, and tends to prove
His near communion with the Quire above.
Now iwiftly down the fteepy mount they go,
Now iwiftly glides their fhining orb below,
“And now moves off, where rifing grounds deny
To fpread their valley to the diftant eye.
Ye blefs’d inhabitants of glittering air,
You ’ve borne the Prophet, but we know not where.
Perhaps, lef Hrael, over-fondly led,
In rating worth when envy leaves the dead,
Might plant a grove, invent new rites divine,
Make him their idol, and his grave the fhrine.
But what diforder? what repels the light ?
And ere its feafon forces on the night?
Why {weep the fpectres oer the blafted ground ?
What fhakes the mount with hollow-roaring found ?
Hell rolls beneath it, terror ftalks before
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And Satan rifes in infernal ftate,

Drawn up by malice, envy, rage, and hate,
A darkening vapour with fulphureous fteam,
In pitchy curlings edg’d by fullen flame,

And fram’d a chariot for the dreadful form,
Drives whirling up on mad Confufion’s form.

Then fiercely burning where the Prophet dy’d,
Nor fhall thy nation fcape my wrath, he ery a;
This corpfe I “Il enter and thy flock miflead,

And all thy miracles my lies {hall aid.

But where >—He ’s gone, and, by the {cented iky,
The favourite courtiers have been lately nigh;

Oh, flow to bufinefs, curs’d in mifchief’s hour,
‘Trace on their odours, and if hell has power —
This faid, with fpite and with a bent for il,

He thot with fury from the trembling hill.

In vain, proud fiend, thy threats are half expreit,

And half lie choaking in thy fcornful breaft,

His fhining bearers have perform’d their rite,

And laid him foftly down in thades of night,

A warriour heads the band, great Michael he,

Renown’d for victories in wars with thee,

A {word of flame to ftop thy courfe he bears,

Nor has thy rage avail’d, nor can thy {nares ;

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The defert flies, and forty years expire ;

And now, my fancy, for a while be fall,

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Go fearch among thy forms, and thence prepare
A cloud in folds of foft furrounding air!

Go find a breeze to lift thy cloud on high,

To waft thee gently-rock’d in open fky,

Then ftealing back to leave a filent calm,

And thee repofing in a grove of palm,

The place will fuit my next fucceeding ftrain,
And I’ll awake thee foon to fing again.

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TIME, fire of years, unfold thy leaf anew,
And ftill the paft recall to prefent view,
Spread forth thy circles, {wiftly gaze them o’er,
But where an aétion ’s nobly fung before,

There ftop and ftay for me, whofe thoughts defign
‘To make another ’s fong refound in mine.

Pafs where the prieft’s proceffion bore the law,
When Jordan’s parted waters fix’d with awe,
While Ifrael march’d upon the naked fand,
Admird the wonder, and obtain’d the land;
Slide through the numerous fates of Canaan’s kings,

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While conguett sedition’s wings,
Glance over Ifrael at a fin
In bondage oft and oft unbound anew,
Till Jabin rife, and Deborah fand enroll’d,
Upon the gilded leaf’s revolving fold.

Oh, king fubdued! Oh, woman born to fame!
Oh, wake my fancy for the-glorious theme ;

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Oh, wake my fancy with the fenfe of praife,
Oh, wake with warblings of triumphant lays.
The land you rife-in fultry funs invade ;

But, when you rife to fing, you “Il find a thade.
‘Yhofe trees in order, and with verdure crown’d,
‘The facred prophetefs’s tent furround,

find that fair palm a front exadtly plae’d,

That overtops and overfpreads the reft,

Near the firm root a mofily bank fupports,

Where Juftice apens unexpenfive courts:

‘There Deborah fits,-the willing tribes repair,
Refer their caufes, and fhe judges there;

Nor needs a guard to bring her fubjects in,
Hach Grace, each Virtue, proves a guard unfeen
Nor wants the penalties enforcing law,
‘While great Opinion gives effettual awe.
fe Now twenty years, that roll’din heavy pain,
Saw Jabin gall them with Oppreffion’s chain,
When fhe, fubmiffive to Divine Command,
-Proclaims a war for Freedom o’er the land,

And bids young Barack with thofe men defcend,
Whom in the mountains he for-battle train’d.
Go, fays the Prophetefs, thy foes affail,

Go make ten thoufand over all prevail :

Make Jabin’s captains feel thine edged fword,
Make all his army, God has {poke the word.
He, fit for war and Ifrael’s hope in fight,

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Then thus replies with wifh to ftand fecure,

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And I with gladnefs lead th’ appointed few ;
But, if thou wilt not, let thy fo n deny,

For what’é ten thoufand men, or what am I?
If fo, the cries, a fhare of toil be mine,

Another fhare, and fome difhonour thine 4

For God, to‘punith doubt, refolves to thew

That lefs than numbers can fupprefs his foe

‘You ’ll move to conquer, and the foes to \ yield,
But "tis a woman’s aét fecures the field,

Now feem the warriours in their ranks affien’d,
Now furling banners flutter in the wind :
Her words encourage, and his actions lead,

Hope fpurs them forward, Valour draws the blade ;
And Freedom, like a fair reward for all,
Stands reaching forth her hands, and feems to:call.

On t’ other fide, and almoft o’er the plain,
Proud Sifera, Jabin’s captain, brin igs his men,

As thick as locufts on the vintage fly,

As thick as fcatter’d leaves in Autumn lye,

Bold with fuccefs againft a nation try’d,
And proud of numbers, and fecure in pride.

Now founds the trumpét, now my ae Wares,
And now methinks I view their toils in arms,
The lively phantoms tread my boundle!s mind,
And no faint colours or weak ftrokes defign’d:

See where in-diftant conqueft from afar,
‘The pointed arrows bring the wounds of war;

See where the lines with clofer force en gage,

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Here break the files, and vainly ftrive to clofe,
‘There on their own repell’d affift their foes.

Here Deborah calls, and Jabin’s foldiers fly,
There Barack fights and Jabin’s foldiers dye.
But now nine hundred chariots rol] along,
Expert their guiders and their horfes ftrong ;

find Terrour, ratling in their fierce array,

Bears down on Irael to reftore the day.

Oh, Lord of battle, Oh, the danger ’s near!
AMift thine Hrael, or they perith here.

How {wift is Mercy’s aid, behold it fly

On ruthing tempefts through the troubled fky;
With dafhing rain, with pelting hail they blow,
And fharply drive them on the facing foe.

Thus blefs’d with help, and only touch’d behind,
‘The favourite nation prefles in the wind.

But heat of a&tion now difturbs the fight,

And wild confufion mingles all the ficht;
Cold-whiftling winds, and thrieks of dying men,
find groans and armour, found in all the plain.
‘The bands of Canaan fate no longer dare,
Opprefs’d by weather and deftroy’d by war;
find, from his chariot whence he rul’d the f

ght,
‘Their haughty leader leaps to join the flight. :
See where he flies, and fee the vitor near 3
See rapid conqueft in purfuit of fear.

See, fee, they both make off, the work is o’er,
And fancy clear’d of vifion as before,

Thus (if the mind of man may feem to move
With fome refemblance of the fkies above)‘When wars are gathering in our hearts below,
We ’ve feen their battles in ethereal fhow:
The long diftended tracts of opening fky,
The phantoms azure field of fight fupply ;
The whitith clouds an argent armor yield,
A radiant blazon gilds their argent fhield;
Young glittering comets point the level’d he
Which for their pennons hang their flaming hair,
And o’er the helms for alias glory drett
Sit curls of air, and nod upon the creft.
Thus arm’d, they feem to march, and feem to fight,
And feeming wounds of death delnde the fight,
The ruddy thunder-clouds look ftain’d with gore,
oe id for the din of war within they roar.

Then flies afide, and then afide purfues,
Ti ir motion all their fhapes they loofe,
Difperfing air concludes the mimic {cene,
The fky fhuts up, and {wiftly clears again.

3ut does their Sifera fhare the common fate,
Or mourn his humbled pride in dark retreat?
With fuch enquiry near the palm repair,
Victorious Honour knows and tells it there.

To that fair type of I ae late fuccefs,
Which nobly rifes as its weights deprefs,

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Whofe courage refe to oe heir groaning land ;

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And would in fong

the great exploit renew.
She fees an arm’d eppreffion’s hundred |}
Impofe its fetters on the promis’d lands.
She fees their nation ftruggling in the chains,
And wars arifing with unequal trains.

She fees their fate in arms, the field imbrued,
‘The foe diforder’d, an

d the foe purfued,
‘Till Conquett, drett in Tays of glory, come
With peace and freedom, brought in triumph home.
‘Then round her heart a beamy gladnefs plays,
Which, darting forward, thus cony
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When each ipring forward of their own accord,

For this, fer all the merey, praife the Lord.
Hear, O ye kings; ye neighbouring princes, hear;

My fong triumphant fhall in@r

rruct your fear ;

My fong triumphant bids your glory bow,
To God ‘confefs’d, the God of Jacob now.

G glorious Lord! when, with thy fovereign hand,
Thou led’ftthe nation of from Edom’s land,
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Vhen trembled earth, and th ok the heavens on high,
And clouds in drops forfook the melted fky,

With tumbling waters, hills were heard to roary
And felt fuch shocks as Sinai felt before,

But fear abating, which by time decays,
he:kings of Canaan rofe in Shamgar’s days,
And till continued ey’n in Jael

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Oppreffion©ppreffion ravag’d all our loft abodes,
Nor dare the people truft the common roads ;
But paths perplex’d and unfrequented chofe,
To fhun the danger of perplexing, foes.
Thus direful was deform’d the.country reund,
Unpeopled towns, and difimproy’d the ground.
Till I, refolving in the gap to ftand,
I Deborah rofe a mother of the land,
‘Where others, flaves by fettled cuftom grown,
Could ferve, and chufe to ferve, the Gods unknown;
Where others fuffer’d with a tame regret,
Deftruction fpilling blood in every. gate,
And forty thoufand had not for the field
One fpear offenfive, or defenfive fhield.
O towards the leaders of my nation move,
O beat my warming heart with fenfe of love,
Commend th’ afferters on their own accord,
And blefs the fovereign caufer, biefs the Lord.
Speak ye, that ride with power return’d in flate,
Speak ye the praife, that rule the judgment-feat,
Speak ye the praife to Ged, that walk the roads,
While fafety brings you to refter’d abodes.
The refcued villagers, no more afraid
Of archers lurking in the faithlefs fhade,
And fudden death convey’d from founding firings,
Shall fafe approach the water’s rifing fprings ;
And, while their turns of drawing there they wait,
Loitering in eafe upon a moffy feat,
Call all the bleffings of the Lord to mind,
And fing the Lord in all the bleffings kind.

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‘The townfmen refcued from the tyrant’s reign

Shall flock with joy to fill their walls again,

See juftice in the gates the b-lance bear,

And none but her unfheath a weapon there.
Awake, O Deborah, O awake to praife,

Awake, and utter forth triumphant lays.

Arife, O Barack, be thy pomp begun,

Lead on thy triumph thou Abinoam’s fon ;

‘Thy captives bound in chains, when God’s decree

Made humbled princes ftoop their necks to tl

When he, the giver of fuccefs in fight,

Advanc’d a woman o’er the fons of might,
Againft this Amaleck, of banded foes,

I Deborah, root of all the war, arofe,

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From Ephraim fprung, and leading Ephraim’s lines
‘The next in rifing, Benjamin, was thine.
‘The ruling heads of half Manaffch’s land,
‘To ferve in danger, left their fafe command.
The tribe of Zebulon’s una@ive men
For glorious arms forfook the peaceful pen,
The Lords of Iffachar with Deborah went,

he tribe with Barack to the vale was fent,
Where he oh foot perform’d the general’s part,
And fhar’d the foldier’s toil to raife their heart.
But Reuben’s ftrange divifions jullly wrought
Amonett his brethren deep concern of thought.
Ah! while-the nation in afliQion lay,
Fow could'ft thou, Reuben, by the fheepfolds ftay 3
And let thy bleating flock divert thy days

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Divided tribe, without thy dangers free,
Deep were the fearchings of our heart for thee.
Our Gilead too, by fuch example fway’d,
With unconcern beyond the river ftay’d,
And Dan in fhips at fea for fafety rode,
And frighten’d A ther in its rock’s abode.

Now iting the field, the feats of war begun,
And praife thy Napthali with Zebulun,
‘To deaths expos’d, in poits advanc’d they ftood
With fouls refolv’d, and gallant rage of blood.
Then came the kings and fought, the gather’d kings
By waters ftreaming from Megiddo’s f{prings ;
In Yaanach vale fuftain’d the daring toil,
Yet neither fought for pay, nor won the fpoil,
The tkies, indulgent in the caufe of right,
On Ifrael’s fide, againft their army fight,
In evil afpeéts, ftars and planets range,
And by the weather in tempefuous change
Promote the dire diftrefs, and make it known
That God has Hofts above to fave his own.
The Kifhon fwell’d, grew rapid as they fled,
And roll’d them finking down its fandy bed.
© river Kifhon, river of renown!
And, O my foul, that trod their glory down!
The ftony paths, by which diforder’d fight
Convey’d their troops and chariots from the fight,
With rugged points their horfes hoofs diftrefs’d,
ind broké them prancing in impetuous hafte.

Curfe, curfe ye Meroz, curfe the town abhorr’d,
{Soe tpake the glorious angel of the Lord)
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For Meroz came not in the field prepar’d,
‘To join that fide on which the Lord declar’d.
But blefs ye Jael, be the Kenite’s name
Above our women’s blefs’d in endlefs fame.
The captain, faint with fore fatigue of flight,
Implor’d for water to fupport his might,
And milk fhe pour’d him, while he water fought,
And in her lordly difh her butter brought.
With courage well-deferving to prevail,
One hand the hammer held, and one the nail,
And him, reclin’d to fleep, fhe boldly flew,
She finote, the pierc’d, fhe ftruck the temples through.
Before her feet, relu€tant on the clay,
Ke bow'd, he fell; he bow’d, he fell, he lay;
He bow'd, he fell, he dy’d. By fuch degrees
As thrice fhe ftruck, each ftroke’s ef'e& the fees.

His mother gaz'd with long-expecting eyes ;
find, grown impatient, through the lattice cries
Why moves the chariot of my fon fo flow?
Or what affairs retard his coming fo?
Her Ladies anfwer’'debut fhe would not ftay,
(For pride had taught what flattery meant to fay)
‘They ‘ve fped, fhe fays, and now the prey they fhare,;
For each a damfel, or a iovely pair,
For Sifera’s part a robe of gallant grace,
Where diverfe colours rich embroidery trace,
Meet for the necks of thofe who in the fpoil
When triumph offers its reward for toil.

Thus perith all whom God’s decrees oppofe,
‘Thus, like the vanquish’d, ‘perifh all thy foes,

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But let the men that in thy name delight
Be like the fun in heavenly glory bright.
“When mounted on the dawn he pots away,
Aind-with full ftrength encreafes on the day.
"T'was here the Prophetefs refpir’d from fong,
‘Then loudly fhouted all the chearful throng,
By freedom gain’d, by victory complete,
Prepar’d for mirth irregularly great.
‘The frowns of forrow gave their ancient place
To pleafure, drawn m fmiles of every face,
‘The groans of flavery were no longer wrung,
But thoughts of comfort from the bleffing {prung.
And as they thouted from the breezy weit,
Amongtt the plumes that deck the finger’s creft,
The fpirit of applanfe itfelf convey’d
‘On wafted air, and lightly waving play’d:
Such was the cafe.(or fuch ideas flow,
From thought replenith’d with tri umphant fhow).
What rais’d their joy their love could alfo raife,
And-each contended in the words of praife,
And every word proclaim’d the wonders paft,
And God was ftill the firft, and ftill the lafts
Deep in their fouls the fair impreffion lay,
‘Deep-trac’d, and never to be worn away.
From hence the refcued generation ftill
Abhorr'd the praétice of rebellious ill,
And fear’d the punithment for ill abhorr’d,
A\nd lov’d repentance, and ador’d the Lord.
From hence in all their days the Lord was-kind,
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Fair banifh’d Order was recall’d in ftate,
The laws reviv’d, the princes rul’d the gate,
Peace chear’d the vales, Contentment laugh’d with Peace,
Gay-blooming Plenty rofe with large increafe,
Sweet:Mercy thofe who thought on mercy bletft,
And fo for forty years the land had reft.
Reft, happy land, a while; ah longer fo,
Didft thou thine happinefs fincerely know !
But foon thy quiet with thy goodnefs patt,
And in the fong alone obtain’d to laf.
Live, fong triumphant, live in fair record,
And teach fucceeding times to fear the Lord .
For fancy moves by bright example woo'd,
And wins the mind with images of good.
Touch’d with a facred rage and heavenly flame,
I ftrive to fing thine univerfal aim.
To quit the fubject, and in lays fublime,
he moral fit for any point of time.
Then go, my verfes, with applying ftrain,
Go form a triumph not afcrib’d to men.
Let all the clouds of grief impending lie,
And ftorms of trouble drive along the fky,
Then humble Piety thine accents raife,
For prayer will prove the powerful charm of eafe, ~
Lo, now my foul has {poke its beft defires,
How bleflings anfwer what the prayer requires !
Before thy fighs the clouds of erief retreat,
The ftorms of trouble by thy tears abate,
And radiant glory, from her upper fphere,
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Rife, lovely Piety, from carthy bed,

The parted flame defcends upon thine head,

‘This wondrous Mitre, fram’d by facred love,

And for thy triumph fent thee from above,

In two ‘bright points with upper rays afpires,

And rounds thy temples with innocuous fires.

Rife, lovely Piety, with pomp appear,

And thou, kind Mercy, lend thy chariot here

On either-fide, fair Fame and Honour place,

Behind — Plenty walk m hand with Peace;

While Irreligion, muttering horrid found,

With ae and proud Guteine backward bound,

Drag by the wheels along the dufty plain,

A} oe gnafhing lick the ground, and -curfe with pain.
Now co ome; ye e thoufands, and more thoufands yet;

With ordéy join to fill the train of ftate,

Souls tun’d for praifing to the temple bring,

And thus amidit the facred mufic fing :

Hail, Piety! triumphant goodnefs, hail!

Hail, O prevailing, ever O prevail!

At thine entreaty, Juftice leaves to frown,

“ind wrath appeafing lays the thunder down ;

‘The tender heart of yearning Mercy burns,

Love afks a bleffing, and the Lord returns.

In his great name that heaven and earth has made,

In his great name alone we find our aid;

Then bliefs the Name, and let the world adore,

From this time forward, and for evermore.

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«On echoes as in, their laft rebound;

The notes of fancy feem. no dJonger ftrong
But ane clofes fit a private fong.
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No more their blafts tumultuous r - proclaim,

But {weep in murmurs o’er a murmuring ftream.
‘Then feek the fubjeét, and its we ny mine,
Whofe numbers, mixt in facred ftory, fhine:
Go, brightly-working thought, prepar’d to fly,
Above-«he page on hovering pinions lye, i
find beat with ftronger force, to make thee rife
Where beauteous Hannah meets the fearching eyes
‘There-frame a town, and fix a tent with cords,
‘The town be Shiloh call’d, the tent the Lord’s.
Carv'd pillars, filleted with filver,. rear,
‘To clofe the curtains in an outward fquare,
But thofe within it, dansk the porch uphold,
Be finely wrought, and.overlaid with gold.
Heve Eli comes to.take the re He
Slow moying forward with a reverend
Sacred in office, venerably fage
And venerably great in
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His life devoted, in thy courts be-ied,
And.not a.razor come upon his head.
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Be gone, and lay the drunken At by reft.

Ah:! fays the mourner, count not this for fin,
It is not wine, but grief, that works within ;
The fpirit of thy wretched hand-maid know,
Her prayer ’s complaint, and-her condition woe.
‘Then fpake thie facred prieft, in peace depart,
And with thy comfort God fulfil thine heart!
His bleffing thus pronounc’d with awful found,
The votary bending leaves the folemn ground,
She (ee confirm’d the Lord has heard her cries,
And chearful hope the tears of trouble dries

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sind makes her alter’d eyes irradiate roll,

With joy that dawns in thought upon the foul.
Now let the town, and tent, and court remain,

And leap the time till Hannah comes again,

As painted profpects fkip along the green, ,

From hills to mountains eminently feen,

And leave their intervals that fink below,

in deep retreat, and unexprefs’d to fhow.
Behold! fhe comes (but not as once fhe came,

To grieve, to tigh, and teach her eyes to ftream)3

Content adorns her with a lively face,

Ain open look, and fmiling kind of grace ;

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Her little Samuel in her arms fhe bears,
‘The with of long defire, and child of prayers 5
And as the facrifice fhe brought begun,
‘To reverend Eli fhe prefents her fon.
Here, cries the mother, here my Lord may fee
‘The woman come, who pray’d in grief by thee.
‘The child I fued for, God in bounty gave;
é\nd what he granted, let him now receive.

But ftill the votary feels her temper move,
With all the tender violence of love,
‘That ftill enjoys the gift, and inly burns
‘To fearch for larger, or for more returns.
Then, fill’d with bleffings which allure to praife,
And rais’d by joy to foul-enchanting lays,
Thus thanks the Lord, beneficently kind,
In {weet effufions of the grateful mind :
My lifting heart, with more than common heat,
Sends up its thanks to God.on every beat,

2, MyMy glory, rais’d above the reach of fcorn,
To God exalts its highly-planted horn;
My mouth enlarg’d, mine enemies defies,
And finds in God’s falvation full replies.
Oh, bright in holy beauty’s- power divine,
‘There ’s none whofe glory can compare with thine!
None fhare thine honours, nay, there’s none befide,
No rock on which thy creatures can confide,

Ye proud in fpirits, who your gift adore,
Unlearn the faults, and {peak with pride no more 5,
No more your words in arrogance be fhown,

Nor call the works of Providence your own,.
Since he tifat rules us infinitely knows,
And, as Ne wills, his a&ts of power difpofe.

The ftrong, whofe finewy forces-arch’d the bow,
Have {een‘tt thatter’d by the conquering foe ;

‘The weak have felt their merves more firmly brace,
And new-fprung vigour in the limbs: encreafe.
he Full, whom vary’d taftes of plenty fed,

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he Poor, that languifh’d in a ftarving ftate,
Content‘and full, have ceas’d ta beg their meat.
‘The Barren Womb, no longer barren now,
(Oh, be my thanks accepted with-my yow!)}
In pleafure wonders at-a mother’s pain,

And fees her offspring, and conceives-again :
While fhe that glory’d in her numerous heirs,,
Now broke by feeblenefs, no lenger bears.

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He brings by ficknefs down to gaping graves,
And, by reftoring health, from ficknefs faves.
He makes the Poor by keeping back his ftore,
And makes the Rich by blefling men with more ¢
He fe hearts with bitter erief annoys,
Or lifts them bounding with enliven’d Pye
He takes the Beggar from his humble ay
Prom off the dunghill where defpis’d he a
‘Po mix with Princes in a rank fupreme,
Full thrones of honour, and inherit fame:
For all the pil ue rs of exalted ftate,
So nobly firm fo beautifully great,
Whofe various orders. bear the rounded ba! ]

Which would without them to confufion fall,

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Ail are the Lord’s, at his dif{pofure ftand,

And prop the govern

“d worid at his command.
Fiis mercy, {till more wonderfully {weet,

Shall guard the righteous, and u phold their feet,

While, through the darknefs of the wicked foul,

#i.mazement, dread, and defperation roll ;

W hile envy ftops their tongues, and ho

Pile grief,
‘Vhat fees their fears, but not th

eir fears relief,
find they their ttre: neth as una availing view,
Since none fhall truft in that and fafety too.
Vhe foes of Ifrael, for his Ifrael’s fake,
God will to pieces in his anger break ;
His bolts of thunder, from an open’d shea
dall on their fens with force unetring, fly.
fis voice fhall call, and all the world fhall hear, ’
And all for fentence at his feat appear,put mount to gentler praifes; mount agai
My thoughts, prophetic of Meffiah’s reign ;
Perceive the glories which around him fhine,

And thus thine hymn be crown’d with grace divine

’Tis here:'the numbers find a bright repafe, .
The vows accepted, and the votary goes.
But thou, my foul, upon her accents hung; -
And fweetly pleas’d with what fhe fweetly fung; -
Prolong the pleafure with thine inward eyes;
‘Turn back thy thoughts, and fee the fubject rife. -
In her peculiar cafe, the fong-begun,

And for‘a while threugh private bleffings run,
As through their banks the curling waters play,

And foft in. murmurs kifs the flowery way,

With force encreafing then fhe leaps the bounds;
And largely flows on more extended grounds ; .
Spreads wide and wider, till vait feas appear,

‘nd boundlef{s -views of Providence are oe

How fwift thefe-views along her anthem: glide, .
As waves on waves pufh ou aEe in the tide!

How fwift thy wonders o’er my fancy fweep, «

O Providence, thou great unfathom’d deep!
Where Refignation gently dips the wing,

And learns to-love and thank, admire and fing; :
But bold prefumptuous reafonings, diving down
To reach the bottom, in:their diving drown.

Neglecting man, forgetful of thy ways,

Nor owns thy care, nor thinks of giving praife,
But from himfelf his happinefs derives,

And thanks his wifdem, when by thine he:thrives 5

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Ris limbs at eafe in foft repofe he fpreads,
Bewitch’d with vain delights, on flowery beds ;
And, while his fenfe the fragrant breezes kifs,

He meditates a waking dream of blifs ;

He thinks of kingdoms, and their crowns are near 5
He thinks of glories, and their rays appear 5

ite thinks of beauties, and a lovely face

Serenely {miles in every taking grace ;

He thinks of riches, and their heaps arife,

Difplay their glittering forms, and fix his eyes s
Thus drawn with pleafures in a char ming view,
Rifing he reaches, and would fain cabae

But fill the flecting fhadows mock his care,

And ftill his fingers grafp at yielding air ;
W hate’er our tempers as their comforts want,
Itis not man’s to take, but God’s to grant.
Tf then, sesithte & in the vain defign,

We look for blifs without an help divine,

We ftill may fearch, and {earch without relief,

Nor only want a blifs, but find a erref.

‘That fueh conviction may to fight appear,

Sit down, ye fons of men, fpeétators here ;

Behold a {cene upon your felly wrought,

And let this lively fcene inftru& the thought.

Boy, blow the pipe until the bubble rife,

Then caft it off to float upon the ikies ;

Still fwell its fides with breath—O beauteous frame !
It grows, it fhines: be now the world thy name !
Methinks creation forms itfelf within,
“The men, the towns, the birds, the trees, are feen;

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‘The fkies above prefent. an azure fhow,
And lovely verdure paints an earth below:

I °ll wind myfelf in this delightful {phere,

And live a thoufand years of: pleafure there 3
Roll’d up in bliffes, which around me clofe,

And now regal’d with thefe,. and.now with thofe.
Falfe hope, but falfer words of joy, farewell,.
You ’ve rent the lodging where I meant to dwell,
My bubbles burft, my profpetts difappear,

And leave behind a moral and a tear.

If atthe type our dreaming fouls: awake,

And Hannah’s ftrains their juft imprefit

The boundlefs power of Providence we know,

on makes.

And fix our truf on nothing here below..
Then he, srown pleas’d'that men his greatnefs own;
Looks down ferenely-from his ftarry throne,
And bids the blefled days our prayers have won
Put on their glories, and prepare to run.
For which our thanks be juftly fent above,
Enlarg’d by gladnefs, and.infpir’d with love :
For whicir his praifes be for ever fung,
O {weet employment of the grateful tongue!
Burft forth, my temper, ina godly flame,
For all his blefiings laud Ins holy name:
That, ere mince eyes faluted chearful day,
A gift devoted in the womb I lay,
Like Samuel vow’d, before my breath F drew,
O could I prove in life like Samuel too !
That all my frame is exquifitely wrought,
The world enjoy’d by fenfe, and God by ea
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That livine ftreams through living channels clide,.
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To make this frame by Nature’s courfe abide

‘That, for its good, by Providence’s care,

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Fire joins with water, earth concurs with air 5-
‘That Mercy’s ever-inexhaufted ftore

Is-pleas’d to proffer, and to promife more ;
And all the proffers ftream with grace diviney
And all. the: promifes with glory fl
O praife the Lord, my foul, pre one eee
Let all that is within me praife the Lord

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O praife the Lord, my foul, ee ever ftrive:
‘To keep the ‘weet remembrances alive.
still raife the kind affe Boe of thine hea
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€ every mee ul word to beara parts

Awake thine harp, and thou thyfelf arife ;

‘Then, if his Mercy be not half exprefs’d
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Let wondering Silence magnify the reft.

Do of: Vv. A.D:

MY thought, on views of admiration hung;

intently ravifh’d, and de priv’d of

tongue,

Now darts 2 while on eartl hy a while in air,

Here mov’d with praife, and moy’d with glory there 5
‘The joys entrancing, and the mute fur ‘prize,

Half fix the blood, and dim the moiftenin 1s eyes 5
Pleafure and praife on one another break,

An exclamation longs at heart to {peak ; .

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W hen thus my Genius on the work defien’d,
Awaiting clofely, guides the wandering mind.
It, while thy thanks would in thy lays be wrought,

A bright aftonifhment involve the thought,

If yet thy temper would attempt to fing,

Amother’s quill fhall imp thy feebler wing ;

Behold the name of. royal David-near,
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Whofe harp Devotion in a rapture ftrung,
And leit no ftate of pious fouls unfung.

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A thoufand hopes, on clouds adorn7d with

Bent down their littie beauteous forms to gaze

 

Fair-bloomin e, with tender years,
And native Sweetneis-for the ravifh’d ears,
Prepar’d t ithin his-ear]

And brought their rivers, groves, and plains along :
Mayjettic aucun. at the palace bred,

Enrob’d in white, embroider’d o’er with red,

each’d forth the fceptre of her royal fate,
His forehead touch’d, and bid his lays be great ;
Undaunted Courage, deck’d with manly charms,

With waving nlumes, and gilded arms,
Difplay’d the giories and the toils of fight,
Demanded F Fame, and call’d him forth to write,
‘To perfect thefe, the facred Spirit came,

By mild infufion of celeftial fame,

And mov’d with dove-like candour in his breaft,
And breath’d his graces over all the reft.mo PARNED Es. PoE Ms.

Ah! where the daring flights of men afpire,

‘To match his numbers with an equal fire;

Ih vain they ftrive to make proud Babel rife,

And with aw earth-born labour touch the fkies s.
While I the glittering page refolve to view,

That wall the fubjeét of my lines renew 5.

‘Fhe laurel wreath, my fame’s imagin’d fhade,
Around my beating temples fears to fade;

My fainting fancy trembles on the brink,

And David’s God muft‘help, or elfe I- fink.

As rolling rivers in their channels flow;

Swift from aloft, but on the level flow. :-

Or rage in rocks, or glide along the plains,

So juft, fo copious, move the Pfalmift’s ftrains mA
So fweetly:vary’d with proportion’d heat,

So gently clear, or fo fublimely great;

While Nature ’s feen in all her forms to fhine,
And’ mix with beautiés drawn from Truth divine ;.
Sweet beauties (fweet afféction’s endléfs rill)

That in the foul like Honey-diops diftil.

Hail, Holy Spirit, hail Supremely Kind,

Whofe infpirations thus enlare’d the mind :

Who taught ltim what the gentle fhepherd ings,.
What ricir expreffions fuit the port of kings:
What daring words defcribe the foldier’s heat,,
And what the Prophet’s extafiés relate;
Nor let his worft condition be forgot,

¥n all this fplendour of exalted thought.
Cn one thy different forts of graces fall,
Still made for each, of equal force inal

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And while from heavenly courts he feels a flame, ,
He fings.the place from whence the bleffing came 5
And makes hisinfpirations fweetly prove
The tuneful fubje&t of the mind they move.
Immortal-Spirit, Light of Life infill’d,
Who thus the bofom of a mortal fill’d,
‘Though weak my voice, and though my light be dim,
Yet fain I 2d praife e thy wondrous gifts in him ;
Then, fince thine aid’s attracted by defire,
And they that fpeak thee.right muft feel thy fire,
Vouchfafe a portion-of thy Grace Divine,
And raife my voice, and in my numbers fhine ;
I fing of David, David fings of thee,
Affift the Pfalmift, and his work.in me.
But now, my verfe, arifing on the wing,
What part of all thy fubject wilt thou fing ?
‘How fire thy firft attempt ? in what refort
Of Paleftina’s plains, or Salem’s court ;
Where, as his hands the folemn meafure play’d,
Curs’d fiends with torment and confufion fled ;
Where, at the rofy {pring of chearful light,
{If pious Fame record tradition right)
A. foft elation of celeftial fire
‘Came like a ruining, breeze, and fhook the lyre;

Still fweetly giv: va trembling ftring
‘So much.6f ae made him wake to fing

Within my ial country firft appears,
The country firft enjoy’d his youthful years ;
Then frame thy thady land{capes in my ftrain,

‘Some confcious mountain, or accuftom’d plain ;
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Where by the waters, on the grafs reclin’d,
With notes he rais’d, with notes he calm’d his minds
For through the paths of -riral life I 71] ftray,
Cae in his pleafures paint a thepherd’s day.
With grateful fentiments, with a&tive w vill,
With voice exerted, and enlivening fkill,
Jilis free return of thanks he ¢ luly paid,

And each.new day new beams of bounty the

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Awake, my tuneful harp; awake, he cries ;

Awake, my lute, the fun begins to rife ;

My God, I’m ready now! then takes a flight,
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[he praife as pleafing, and as {weet the prayer,
Avs incenfe curling up through morning air.
When towards the field with early fteps he trod,

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s, in fweet melodious words of praife,

He drew the profpe& which adorn’d his w ays 5

‘The foil, but newly vifited with rain,
‘The-river of the Lord with pringing grain,
Inlarge, encreafe the foften’d- furrow bleft,
ne-year with goodnefs crown’d, with be sauty dreft,
And ftill to power ae afcribe it all,

From whofe high paths the drops of-fatnefs fall ;

‘Then.in the fong the {miling fights rejoice,
And all the mute creation finds a Yoice :

With thick returns delightful echoes filj

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Rais’d by the bleatings of unnumber’d fheep,

‘To boatt their glories in the crowds they keep,

And corn, that ’s waving in the weftern gale,

With joyful found proclaims the cover’d vale.
Whene’er his flocks the lovely fhepherd drove,

‘To neighbouring waters, to the neighbouring grove;

To Jordan’s flood, refrefh’d by cooling wind,

Or Cedron’s brook, to moffy banks confin’d;

In eafy notes, and guife of lowly fwain,

*Twas. thus he charm’d and taught the liftening trains
‘The Lord *s my fhepherd, bountiful and good,

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herever living pafture {weet crows,

For {till the prefence of my fhepherd’s near
‘Ciikousl darkfome vales, where beats. of i ey refort,
Where Death appears with all his dreadful court,
‘His rod and haok direé&t me when I ftray,
‘He calls.to fold, and they dire&t my way.
Perhaps, when feated on the river’s brink,
He faw the tender fheep at noon-day drink,
He fung the land where milk and honey glide,
And fattening Plenty rolls upon the tide.
Or, fix’d withm the frefhnefs of a fhade,
‘Whofe boughs diifufe their leaves around his head,
He borrow’d notions from the kind retreat,
Chen fung.the gighteous in their happy fate,

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And how, -by Providential care, fuccefe
Shall all their actions in due feafon blefss :
So firm they ftand, fo beautiful they look,
As planted trees afide the purling brook :
Not faded by the rays that parch the plain,
Nor-careful for the want of dropping rain :
The leaves fprout forth, the rifing branches fhoot,
And Summer crowns them with the ripen’d fruit.
But if the flowery field, with varied hue,
And native fweetnefs, entertain’d his view ;
The flowery-field with all the glorious throng
‘Of lively colours.refe, to paint his fong;
Its pride and fall within the numbers ran,
And fpake the life of tranfitory man.
As erafs arifes by degrees unfeen

 

‘To deck the breaft of Earth with lovely green,
Tull Nature’s order brings the withering days,
And all the Summer’s beauteous pomp decays 5
‘So, by degrees unfeen, doth man arife,
-So blooms by courfe, and fo by courfe he dies.
©r as her head the gawdy floweret heaves,
Spreads to the fun, and boafts her filken leaves,
Till accidental winds their glory fhed,
And ‘then they fall before the time to fade;
So man appears, fo falls in all his prime,
Ere Age approaches on the fieps of Time.

But thee, my Ged! thee ftill the fame we find,
Thy glory Jafting, and thy mercy kind ;
That ftill the juft, and all his race, may know
° No caufe to mourn their fwift account below.
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Vien from beneath he faw he wandering fheep,
‘That graz’d the level, range along the fteep,
Then rofe, the wanton ftraggler$ home to call,
Before the pearly dews at evening fall ;

Perhaps new thoughts the rif ing grounc d fupply,
And that employs his mind, which fills his eye.
From pointed es he cries; my wifhes tend,

‘To that great hill from whence fupports defcend:
‘The Lord ’s'that hill, tha t place of. fure defence,
My wants obtain their certain help from thence.
And as large hills proje&ted thadows throw,

‘To ward the fun from off the vales below,

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Chat, with raw vapours loaded, nightly rove;
So fhall protection o’er his fervants {pread,
And Frepofe beneath the faeredthade,

Unhurt by rage, that, like a fummer’s day,
Deftroys and f{corches with impetuous ra ay ;
By watting forrows, undepriv’d of reft,
That tall; like damps b

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Here from the mind the profpects feem to w

And leave the couch’d denen’ eeeead wee :
4\nd now no more the Shepherd fings his hill,
But imigs the fovereign Lord’s protection full.
For as he fees the night prepar’d to come,

On wings of Evening he prepares for home;
And tthe fong thus adds a bleffing more,
To what'the thought within the figure bore ;
Eternal Goodnefs manifeftly fill

Preferves my foul from each approach of ill:

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Ends all my days, as all my days begin,
And keeps my goings, and my comings-in.
Here think the finking fun defcends apace,
And, from thy firft attempt, my fancy ceafe;
Here bid the ruddy thepherd quit the plain,
And to the fold return his flocks again.

‘Go, left the lion, or-the fhagged bear,

Thy tender lambs with favage hunger tear 5
‘Though neither bear nor lion match thy might,
When in their rage they-ftood reveal'd to fight;

‘Go, left thy wanton fheep returning home,

Should, as they pafs, throngh doubtful darknefs roam,
Go, ruddy youth, to Bethlem turn thy way,

‘On Bethlem’s road conclude the parting day.

Methinks he goes as twilight leads the night,
And fees the crefcent rife with filver light ;
His words confider all the fparkling fhow
With which the ftars in golden order glow.
And what is man, he cries, that thus thy kind,
Thy wondrous love, has lodg’d him in thy mind ?
For him they glitter, him the beafts of prey,
That feare.my fheep, and.thefe my fheep obey.
‘O Lord, our Lord, with how deferv’d a fame,
Does earth record the glories of thy name!
Then, as he thus devoutly walks along,
And finds the road has finifh’d with the fong,
He fings, with lifted hands and lifted eyes,
Be this, my God, an eyening facrifice.
Butn NOW, the lowly dales, the trembling groves,
Over which the whifper’d breeze ferenely roves,
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Leave all the courfe of working fancy clear,

Or only'g grace another fubje& here ;

For in my purpofe new duke ons Bee

Whofe brightening i images engage mine eyes,

Phen here, my verfe, thy fe accents raife,
Thy theme enfau at h lofty paths of ¢ glory trace ;

Call forth his honours in imperial thron 1S,

And firive to touch his more exal lted fongs.
While yet in humble vales his harp he ftrung,

While yet he follow'’d after cwes with young,

Eternal Wifdom chofe him for his own,

And from the flock advane’d him to the throne;

That there his upright heart, and prudent hand,

With more diftinguith’d fkill, and high command,

Might aét the thepherd in a.noble f phere,

And take his nation into: regal care.

He could of mercy then, and juttice fing,
Thofe radiant virtues that adorn a king,

That make his reign blaze forth with bright renown,

Beyond thofe geis whofe fplendour decks a crown :

That Aixing peace, by temper’d love-and fear,

Make plains abound, and barren mountains bare,

‘To thee, to whom thefe attributes belong,

To thee, my God, he cry’d, I fend my fone;

‘To thee, from whom my-regal clory came,

{ fing the forms in which my court I frame;

Affift the models of imperfe& {kill,

© come, with facred aid, and fix my will,

A. wife behaviour in my private ways,

And all my foul difpos’d 60 public peace,

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A perfect pattern how to live, in me.

Still will I think, as fill my
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Nor wiki I choofe the favourites of ftate,
Among thofe men that ‘have incurr’d thine hate, t
Whofe vice but makes them fcandaloufly great ;
°Tis time that all, whofe froward rage of heart
Would vex my realm, fhall from my realm depart ;
°Tis time-that all, whofe private flandering lye
Leads Judgment falfely, fhall by Judgment dye.
And time the great, who loofe the reins to pride,
Shall with negleé& and {corn be laid afide;
But over the traéts that my commands obey,
Ill fend my light, with harp difarming ray,
Through dark retreats, where humble minds abide,
Through fhades of peace, where modeft tempers hides
‘To find the good that may fupport my ftate,
And, having found them, then to make them great.
My voice fhall raife them from the lonely cell,
With me to govern, and with me to dwell.
My voice fhall Flattery and Deceit difgrace,
And in their room exulted Virtue place ;
‘That, with an early care, and ftedfaft hand,
‘The wicked perifh from the faithful land.

When on the throne he {ate in calm repofe,
And with a royal hope his offspring rofe,
His prayers, anticipating time, reveal
Their deep concernment for the public weal ;

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Upon a good forecafted thought they run,
For common bleffings i in the ki ing begun
For vightecufnefs and j judgment Rri@ly fais,
Which from the king defcends upon his-heir,.
So — en his life and all his labour ceafe,
‘The veign fucceeding, brings fircceedin ig peace;
So fill ce poor fhall find impartial laws
And orphans fill a guardian. of. their caufe -
And ftern Oppreffion have its galling yoke,
And rabid teeth.of prey, to-pieces:broke.
Then, wondering at the glories of. his way,
Hi Recide fhall fies his daunted oe obeys
For peaceful commerce ne ighbouring 2 cIng's applys
And:vwith. great prefents court:the set ally,
] ugums fhall fweet Arabia bear,

Sheba mines of gold prepa
Tharfis, him the forei ign ifles fhall he ets
And every nation bend beneath his: feet.
xd:thus his honours far-extendéd grow,
‘Lie type of great Meffiah’s reign below,

But worlc lly realms, thatin his accents thine,

Are left beneath the full-advanc’d. sail

When thoughts of empire in the mind encréafe
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i thus the monarch’s rifing fr -ncy moye
Do fearcl for more unbounded realms above;

Tn which celeftial courts the king maintains

And o’er the vaft extent of nature ELEM 5

He then defcribes, in elevated words,

His israel’s fhepherd, as the Lord of Lords

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How bright between the Cherubims he fits,
~ What dazzling luftre all his throne emits;
How Righteoufnefs, with Judgment join’d, fupport
The regal feat, and dignify the court ;
How faireft honour, and majettic ftate,
The prefence grace, and firength and beauty wait ;
What glittering minifters arotind him ftand,
To fly like winds, or flames, at his command.
How fure the beams, on which his palace rife,
Are fet in waters, rais’d. above the fkies ;
How wide the fkies, like out-{pread curtains, fly
To veil majeftic light from human eye ;
Or form’d the wide-expanded vaults above,
Where ftorms are bounded, tho’ they {eem to rove 3
Where fire, and hail, and vapour, fo fulfil
The wife intentions of their Maker’s will;
How well tis feen the great Eternal Mind
Rides on the clouds, and walks upon the wind.
O, wondrous Lord! how bright thy elories fhine
The heavens declare, for what they boaft is thine
And yon blue tract, enrich’d with orbs of light,
Tn all its handy-work difplays thy might.
Again the Monarch touch’d S othel ftrain,
Another province claim’d his verfe again,
W here poet | infinite has fix’d a fway,
Whi tere d limits are ae bounds of day.
Beneath this empire of extended a
et fill in reach of Providence’s care,
God plac’d the rounded earth with ftedfaft hand,
And bid the bafis ever firmly ftand;Daan Vs by 167

Fe bid the mountains from Confufion’s heaps
Exalt their fummits, and affume their fhapes.
He bid the waters like a garment {pread,

‘To form large pair and, as he {pake,. they fled.
His voice, his thunder, made the waves obey,
And forwa - haften, till they form’d the fea ;
Then, le& with lawlefs rage the furges roar,
He mark’d their BPUne es and. girt them in with fhore.
He fill’d the land with brooks, that trembling fteal
Through. winding hills, along the flowery vale;

To which the beafts, that graze the vale, retreat
For cool refrefhings in the fummer’s heat;

While, perch’d in leaves upon the tender fprays,
The birds around their finging voices raife.

He makes the vapours, which he taught to fly,
Forfake the chambers of the clouds on highy

And golden harveft, rich with ears of grain

And fpiry blades of BR i adorn the plain,

And grapes luxuriant chear t 1e foul ah wine,
And ee fhed, to make the vifage fhine..
Through trunks of trees fermenting oo proceeds,
‘To feed, and tinge the living boughs it fecds.:
So fhoots the fir, where airy ftorks abide,

So cedar, Lebanon’s afpiring pride,

Whofe birds, by God’s : appointment, in their nett,
With green furrounded, lie fecure of reit;
Where fmall increafe the barren mountains give,
There kines, adapted to the feeding, live;
Thére flocks of goats in healthy pafture s browfe,
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Where forefts, thick with fhrubs, entangted ftand,
Untrod the roads, and defolate the land,

There clofe in coverts hide the beafts of prey;
Till heavy darknefs creeps upon the day,

Then roar with Hunger’s voice, and range abroad,
And, in their method, feek their meat from Gods
And, when the dawnmeg edge of eaftern air
‘Begins to purple, to their dens repair.

Man, next fucceeding, from the fweet repofe

Of downy beds, to work appointed goes.

When frit the morning fees the viing fun,

He fees their labours both at once begun ;

Ands night returning with its ftarry train,
Perceives their labours done at ance again.

OQ! manifold in works fupremely wife,

How well thy gracious ftore the world fupplies }
How all thy creatures on thy goodnefs call,

And that beftows.a due fupport for all!

When from an open hand thy favours flow,

Rich Bounty ftoops to vifit us below ; '
When from thy hand no more thy favours ftream,
Back to the duft we turn, from whence we eame 5
And when thy fpirit gives the vital heat,

A. fure fucceffion Keeps the Kinds compleat ;

The propagated feeds their forms retain,

And all the face of earth’s renew’d again.

‘Dhus, as you ’ve feen th’ effet reveal the caufe,
Is Nature’s ruler known in Nature’s laws :
Thus ftill his power is o’er the world difplay’d,
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The Lard he reigns, the King of kings js king ;
Let nations praife, and praifes learn to fing.

My verfes ‘here may change their ftile again,
And trace the Pfalmiit in another frain;
Wherewall his foul the foldier’s {pirit warms,
And to the mufic fits the found of-arms ;
Where brave diforder does in numbers dwell,
And artful number {peaks diforder well,

Arife, my genius, and attempt the praife

Of dreaded power, and perilous eflays ;

And where his accents are too nobly ereat,

Like diftant echoes, give the faint repeat:

For who, like him, with enterprizing pen,

Can paint the Lord of Hofts in wrath with men 2
Or, with juft images of tuneful lay,

Set all his terrors in their fierce array?

He comes! The tumult of difcording {pheres,

The quivering thocks of earth, contefs their fears’
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‘Thick fmoak precede, and blafts of angry breath,

‘That kindle dread devouring flames of death.
He gomes! the firmament, with difmal night,
Bows down, and feems to fall upon the ight 5
The darkling mifts enwrap his head around,
‘The waters deluge, and the tempefts found;
While on the cherub’s purple wings he flies,
And plants his black pavilion in the fkies.

te comes! the clouds remove; the rattling hail,
Defcending, bounds, and ee o’er the vale:
His voice is heard, his thunder fpeaks his ire,
His lightening blafts with ihe fulphureous fire ;

      
 
 
 
  
 
  
  
 
    
  
  
  
   
   
 
    
 
    
    
 

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His brandifh’d bolts with fwift commiffien goy
‘To punith man’s rebellious. acts below.

His ftern rebukes lay deepeft ocean bare,
And folid earth, by wide eruption, tear.
‘Then glares the naked gulph with difmal ray,
And then the dark foundations fee the day:
© God! let mercy this thy war aflwage;
Alas! no mortal can fuftain thy rage.

While I but ftrive the dire effects to tel],
And on another’s words attentive dwell,
Confufing paffions in my bofom roll,

And all in tumult work the troubled foul;
Remorfe with pity, fear with forrow blend,
And I but firive in vain; my verfe, defcend,
‘Fo lefs afpiring paths dire&t thy flight,
‘Though ftill the lefs may more than match thy might;
While I to fecond agents tune the ftrings,

And Hrael’s warrior Ifracl’s battles fings $

Great warrior he, and great to fing of war,

Whofe lines (sf ever lines prevail’d fo far)

Might pitch the tents, compofe the ranks anew,

‘Yo combat found, and bring the toil to view.

O nation moft fecurely rais’d in name,

Whofe fair records he wrote for endlefs fame;

© nation oft viétorious o’er thy foes,

At once thy conquefts, and thy thanks he fhows;
For thus he fung the realms that muft be thine,

/snd made thee thus confefs an aid divine.

When mercy look’d, the waves perceiv’d its {way,
fand Ifrael pafsd the deep divided fea,

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When Mercy fpake it, haughty Pharaoh’s hoft,
And haughty Pharaoh, by the waves were toft,
When Mercy led us through the defert fand,
Wereach’d the borders of the promis’d land:
Then all the kings their gather’d armies brought,
And all thofe kings by Mercy’s help we fought;
There, with their monarch, Amor’s people bleed,
For God was gracious, and the tribes fucceed.
There monftrous Ogg was fell’d on Bafan’s plain,
For God was gracious to the tribes again.
At length their yoke the realms of Canaan feel,
And Ifrael fings that God is gracious ftill.

Nor has the warlike prince alone inroll’d
The wondrous fates their fathers did of old ;
His own emblazon’d aéts adorn his lays,
Thefe too may challenge juit returns of praife.
My God! he cries, my fureft rock of might,
My truft in dangers, and my fhield in fight;
Thy matchlefs bounties I with gladnefs own,
Nor find affiftance but from thee alone :
Thy ftrength is armour, and my path fuctefs,
No power like thee can thus fecurely blefs.
When troops united would arreft my courfe,
I break their files, and through their order force ;
When in their towns they keep, my fiege I form,
And leap the battlements, and lead the ftorm ;
And when in camps abroad intrench’d they lie,
As {wift as hinds in chace I bound on high ;
My ftrenuous arms thou teacheft how to kill,

And {nap in funder temper'd bows of fteel;

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My moving footfteps are enlarg’d by ‘thee,
And kept from fnares-of planned ambutfh free ;
And when my foes forfake the field of fight,
Then flufh’d, with conqueft, I purfue their flight $
In vain their fears, that almoft reach defpair,
‘The trembling wretches from mine anger bear ;
As fwift as fear brifk warmth of conqueft goes,
And at my feet dejects the wounded foes ;
For,help they call, but find their helper ’s gone,
For God’s againft them, and I drive them on
As whirling duft in airy tumult fly,
Before the tempeft that involves the fky ;
find, in my rage’s unavoided fway,
I tread their necks like abject heaps of clay.

‘The warrior thus in fong his deeds exprefs’d,
Nor vainly boafted what he but confefs’d;
While warlike ations were proclaim’d abroad,
That all their praifes fhould refer to God.

And here, to make this bright defign arife,,
In fairer fplendor to the nation’s eyes,
From private valour he converts his lays,
For yet the publick claim’d attempts of praife ;:
And public conquefts where they jointly fought,
‘Thus ftand recorded by reflecting thought ;
God fent his Samuel from his holy feat
To bear the promife of my future ftate,
And I, rejoicing, fee the tribes fulfil
‘The promis’d purpofe of Almighty will
SubjeCted Sichem, fweet Samaria’s plain,
fsnd Suecoth’s valleys, have confeis’d my reign ;
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Remoter Gilead’s hilly traéts obey,
Manaffeh’s parted fands accept my fway 3
Strong Ephraim’s fons and Ephraim’s Ua are mine,
And mine the throne of princely Judah’s line ;
‘Then fince my people with my ftandard go,
To bring the ftrength of adverfe empirelow,
Let Moab’s foil, to vile fubjeCtion br ought,
With groans déclare how well our ranks have fought
Let vanguifh’d Edom bow jts humbled head,
And tell how pompous ‘on-its pride I tread ;
And now, Phitits 1a, with thy conquering hoft,
Difmay’d and broke, of conquer’d rete boait;
But if a Seer Rabbah yet remain
On Johemaan’s wh is or Amon’s plain,
Lead forth our-armies; Lord, regard our prayer 5
Lead, Lord of battles, and welll conquer there.
As this the warrior'{pake, his heart-arofe,
And thus, with erateful turn, perform’d the’elofe :
Though men to mea their beft afiftance lend
‘Yet men alone will but in vain befriend;
Throwgh God we work exploits of hich renown,
°Tis God that treads our great opnofers ‘down.
Hear now the praife of well-di{puted fields,

The beft rerurn victorious honour yields ;

Tis common good reftor’d, when lovely: Peace
Ts join’d with Righteoufnefs in frit embrace;
Hear, all ye viétors, what your fword fecures;
Hear, all ye nations, -for the caufe is yours;
4\nd when the joyful trumpets loudly found,
When groaning captives in their ranks are bound,
When174 PARNELL‘’S POEMS,

When pillars lift the bloody plumes in air,

And broken ¢hafts and batter’d armour bear;
When painted arches atts of war relate,

‘When flow proceffion’s pomps augment the ftate ;
When fame relates their worth.among the throng,
‘Thus take from David their triumphant fong:
‘Oh, clap your hands together! oh, rejoic
4in God, with melody’s exalted voice ;
Your facred Pfalm within ‘his dwelling raife,

And, for a pure oblation, offer praife ;

For the rich goodnefs plentifully thows

He profpers our defign upon our foes.

‘Then hither, all ye nations, hither run,

‘Behold the wonders which the Lord has done 3
Behold, with what a. mind, the heap of flain,

He {preads the fanguine furface of the plain;

He makes the-wars, that mad -confufion hurl’d,

Be fpent.an vittories, and leave the world.

He breaks the bended ‘bows, the {pears of ire,

And burns the thatter’d- chariots in the fire,
And,bids the realms be fill, the tumu t:ceafe,

And know the Lord of war, for Lord of peace ..
Now may the'tender youth in goodnefs rife,

Beneath the guidance of their parents eyes,

As tall young poplars, when the ranger °s nigh,

‘To watch their rifings, leit they fhoot awry.

Now may'the beauteous Daughters, bred with cares
tn modeft rules, and pious aéts of fear,
Like polifh’d corners of the Temple be, ‘
So'bright, fo {potlefs, and-fo fit for thee,

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And plenteous Gardeners pay the Ploughman’s toil

Now fheep and kine, upon tlie flowery meads,

Encreafe in thoufands, and ten thoufand heads ;
And now no more the found of grief compla
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Here, when the bleffings are proclaim’d aloud,
Join all the voices of the thankful crowd ;
Let all that fecl them thus confefs «heir part,
‘Thus own their worth, with one united heart;
Mappy the realm which God vouchfafes to blefs
With all the glories of a bright fuccefs !

And happy thrice the realm, if thus he pleafe
‘To crown thofe glories with the fweets of eafe :
From warfare finith’d on a chain.of thought,
To bright attempts of future rapture wrought
Yet flronger, yet thy pinions ftronger raife,

O Fancy, reigning. in the power-of lays.

For Sion’s Hill thine airy courfes hold,

*T'was there thy David prophefy’d of old;

And there devout in contemplation fit,

In holy vifion, and extatic fit,

Methinks I {eem to feel the charm begin,
Now {weet Contentment tunes my foul within ;
Now wondrous foft arifing mufic plays,

And now full founds upon the fenfe increafe ;
Fit David’s lyre, his artful fingers move,

To court the fpirit from the realms above
And, pleas’d to ‘come where holinefs attends,
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Hence on the lyre and yoice new graces reft,
And bright prophetic forms enlarge the breaft;
H€nce firm decrees his myftic hymns relate,
Affix’d in heaven’s adamantine gate,
The glories of the moft important age,
And Chrift’s oS ft empire feen by fure preface.

When, in a diftant views with inward eyes,
He fees the ep dacanding’ from the fkies,
‘To take the'form’ of Man for Mankind’s fake,
Tis thus he makes the great Meffiah fpake :
It is not, Father, blood of bullocks flain
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The world’s redemption as an aét of mine ;
And lo, with chearful and obedient heart,

I come, my Father, to perform my part.

So fpake the Son, and left his throng above,

When wings to bear him’ were prepar’d by Love ;

When with their Monarch, on the great defcent,
Sweet Humblenefs and gentle Patience went ;
Fair fifters both, both blels’ d in his -efteem,
And both appointed here to wait on him.
But now, before the Prophet’s ravith'd eyes,
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Ah! fong demanded in excefs of woe!

For what was all the gracious Saviour’s ftay,
Whilft here he trod in Life’s encumber’d way,
But troubled patience, perfecuted breath,
Necleéted forrows, ‘bes ffictinge death ;
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Deceitful fnares, to bring me to the dead,
Lie ready plac’d in every path I tread;
And Hell itfelf, with all that Hell contains,
Of fiends accurs’d, and dreadful change of pains;
‘To daunt firm will, and crofs the good defign’d,
With ftrong temptations faften on the mind;
Such grief, fuch forrows, in amazing view,
Diftracted fears and heavinefs purfue.

Ye fages, deeply read in human frame,

The paffion’s caufes, and their wild extreme;
Where mov’d an object more oppos’d to blifs,
What other agony. could equal his ?

The mufic ftill proceeds with mournful airs,
And fpeaks the dangers, as it fpeaks the fears.
Oh, facred Prefence, from the Son withdrawn:
Oh, God, my Father, whither art,thou gone?
Oh, muft my foul bewail tormenting pain,

And all my.words ef anguifh fall-in vain?
The troubles near, in which-my life will ends
But. none-is near, that will affiftance lend:;
Like Bathan’s bulls, my foes againft me throng,
‘So proud, mhuman, numberlefs, and ftrone.
‘Like defert lions, on their prey they go,

So much, their fierce. defire of blood they fhow:

As ploughers wound the ground, they tore my back,
And long deep furrows manifeft the track.

‘They piere’d my.tender hands, my tender feet,

And caus’d fharp pangs, where nerves in numbers mect3
Rich ftreams of life forfake my rended veins,

And fall like water {pill’d upon the plains ;
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Niy bones, that us’d in hollow feats to clofe,

Disjoint with anguifh of convulfive throws ;

‘My mourning heart is melted in my frame,

As wax diffolving runs before a flame;

My ftrength dries up, my flefh the moifture leaves,

And on my tongue my clammy palate cleaves:

Alas! I thirft;, alas! for drink I call;

For drink they give me vinegar and gall.

To fportful game the favage foldiers go,

And for my vefture, on my vefture throw;

While all deride, who fee me thus forlorn,

And fhoot their lips, and fhake their heads in fcorn.

And, with defpiteful jeft, Behold, they cry,

The great peculiar darling of the fky;

He trufted God would fave his foul from woe,

Now God may have hin, if he loves him fo.

But to the duft of death, by quick decay,

I come; O Father, be not long away.

And was it thus, the Prince of Life was flain ?

And was it thus he dy’d for worthlefs men ?

Yes, bleffed Jefus! thus, in every line,

The fufferings which the Prophet fpake were thine.
Come, Chriftian, to the corpfe, in {pirit come,

And with true fins of grief furround the tomb.

Upon the threthold-ftone let fin be flain,

Such facrifice will beft avenge his pain.

Bring thither then repentance, fighs, and tears,

Bring mortify’d defires, bring holy fears 5

And earneft prayer exprefs’d from thoughts that roll

Through broken mind, and groanings of the foul ;

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‘Thefe {eatter on his hearfe, and fo prepare

Thofe obfequies the Jews deny’d him there;

While in your hearts the flames of love may burn,

To drefs the vault, like lamps in facred urn.

There eft, my foul, in fuch a grateful way,

‘Thine humbleft homage, with the godly pay.
But David ftrikes the founding chords anew,

And to thy firft defign recals thy view;

From life to death, from death to life he flies,

4nd fall purfues his object in his eyes ;

And here recounts, in more enliven’d fong,

The facred Prefence, not abfented long:

The fleth not fuffer’d in the grave to dwell,

‘Phe foul not fuffer’d to remain in hell;

But as the conqueror, fatiou’d in war,

With hot purfuit of enemies afar,

Reclines to drink the torrent gliding by,

‘Then lifts his looks to repoffefs the ky 3

So bow’d the Son, in life’s uneafy road,
With anxious toil and thorny danger ftrow’d
So bow’d the Son, but not to find relief,

But tafte the deep imbitter’d floods of grief;
So when he tafted thefe, he rais’d his head,
And left the fable manfions of the dead,

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Ere mouldering time confum’d the bones away.

Or flow corruption’s worms had work’d decay :

Here faith’s foundations all the foul employ

With fpringing graces, {pringing beams of joys
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From hence arifing.as the glories rife,
That muft advance above the lofty fkies,
He runs with fprightly fingers o’er the lyre,
And fills new fongs with new celeftial fire :
In which is fhews, by fair defcription’s ray,
The Chrift’s afcenfion to the realms of day ;
When Juftice, pleas’d with life already paid,
Inbends her brows, and fheaths her angry blade

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What Mercy woo’d him, to forfake before.
When on a-cloud, w a bite oral dee of light,
He rofe above the reach of human fight,

And met the pomp that hung aloft in air,

To make his honours more exceeding fair.

See, cries the Prophet, how. the chariots wait
To bear him upwards, in triumphant fiate.
By twenty thoufands in unnumber’d throng,
And a draw the glittering ranks along.
The Lord amongft them fits in glory drefs’d,
Nor more the Prefence, Sinai Mount confeft.
And now the chariots have begun to fly,

The triumph moves, the Lord afcends on high,
And Sin and Satan, us’d-to captive men,

Are drage’d for captives in his ample train 5
While, as he goes, feraphic circles fing

The wondrous congueft of their wondrous king 3
With fhouts of joy their heavenly voices aot
And with fhrill trumpets manifeit his praife 5
From fuch a point of fuch exceeding height,

A while my verfes ftoop their airy fight,
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And feem for reft on Olivet to breathe,
And charge the two that ftand in white beneath 5
‘Fhat as they move, and join the moving rear
Within their honour’d hands, aloft they bear
‘The crown of thorns, the crofs on which he dy’d,
‘The nails that pierc’d his limbs, the {pear his fide ;
Phen, where kind Mercy lays the thunder by,
Where Peace has hung great Michael’s arms on highs
Let thefe adorn his magazine above,
And hang the trophies of vi&torious love;
Left man, by fuperftitious mind entic’d,
Should idolize whatever touch’d the Chrift.

But fill the Prophet in the fpirit foars
‘To new Jerufalem’s imperial doors;
‘There fees and hears the blefs’d angelic throng,
‘Chere feels their mufic, and records their fong :
Or, with the vifion warm’d, attempts to write,
For thofe inhabitants of native light,
And teaches harmony’s diftinguifh’d parts,
In {weet refpondence of united hearts;
For thus without might warbling angels fing,
‘Their courfe containing on the flutter’d WINE,
Eternal gates! your ftately portals rear,
Eternal gates! your ways of joy prepare ;
The King of Glory for admittance Rays ;
He comes, he ’ll enter, O prepare your ways 3
Then bright arch-angels, that attend the wall
Might thus upon the beauteous order call
Ye fellow-minifters, that now proclaim
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At which the beauteous order will accord,
And found of folemn notes pronounce the Lord:
"The Lord endued with ftrength, renown’d for might,
With fpoils returning from the finifh’d fight.
Again with Lays they charm the facred. gates,
And graces double, while the fong repeats ;
Again within the facred guardians fing,
And afk the name of their victorious king ;
And then again, the Lord ’s the name rebounds
From tongue ta tongue, catch’d up in frequent rounds.
New thrones and powers appear to lift the gate,
And David ftill purfues their enter’d {tate.
Oh, prophet! father! whither would’ft thou fly
Oh, myftic Ifrael’s chariot for the tky ;
Thou, facred fpirit! what a wondrous height;
By thee fupported, foars his airy flight!
Por glimple of Majefty divine is brought,
Among the fhifted profpects of the thought:
Dread, facred fight! I dare not gaze for se
But fit beneath the finger’s feet, and hear
And hold each found that interrupts t the 1 fs
hus in a calm by power of verfe confin’d.
Ye dreadful minifters of God, difpleas’ d,
Th bi aiting tempefts be no longer rais’d!
Ye deep-mouth’d thunders, leave your direful groan,
Nor roll in hollow clouds around the throne
The fill fmall voice more juftly will exprefs
How great Jehovah did the Lord addrefs.
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Youll have the time to fing for ever there.
‘The royal Prophet will the filence break,

And in his words Almighty goodnefs {peak.
He. {paké (and {mil’d to fee the bufinefs done, } ‘
‘Thou art my firft, my great begotten Son ;
Here. on the right of Majefty fit down,

Enjoy thy conqueft, and receive-thy Crown,
While I thy worfhip and_renown compleat,
ind make thy foes the foot-fool of thy feet ; .
For Ill pronounce the long-refoly’d decree,
My facred Sion be referv’d for. thee.

From thence thy peaceful rod of power extend,..
From thence. thy Meflenger of Mercy fend,
“And teach thy vanquith’d enemies to bow,
Amd rule where Mell has fix’d an empire now. .
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The free-will offerings of their hearts fhall be;
In holy beauties for acceptance. drefs’d, .

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As dews in morning fill the graffy plain.
This by myfelfI fwore ; the great intent
Has pait my fanétion, and: I can’t repent :
Thou art a king, and prieft of peace below,
Lik e Salem’s monarch, and for ever fo.
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“There ie vine fingers clap their vary’d oy

And lead the-choir of: all created*things.

Relate his glory’s everlafting prime,

His fame-continued with the length of time ;.-

While,-ere the fun fhall dart a gilded beam,

Gr changing moons diffufe the filver’d:- gleam 3;

Where-e’er the waves of rolling ocean fent,.

Encompafs land with:arms of: wide extent.

Hail, full of mercy: ready nations cry !

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And all the riches of thy goodnefs hear.

But thou, fair church, in whom he fixes love,
‘Thou queen accepted of the Prince above;
Behold him, fairer than the fons of men;
Embrace his offer’d heart, and fhare his reign ;
In Mofes’ laws they bred’ thy tender years ;

But now to new commands incline thine ears,
Forget thy people, bear no more in mind

Thy father’s houfhold, for thy {poufe is kind..
Within thy foul let vain affections die,

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So fhalk thy fpoufe’s heart with thine agree,

So fhall his fervour ftill encreafe for thee.

Come, while he calls, fupremely-favour’d queen}.
In heavenly glories drefs thy foul within ;

With pious actions to the throne be brought,

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Let thefé around thee fora garment fhine,

And be the work. to make them. pleafing thine «:
Come, lovely queen, advance with ftately port;:
‘Thy good companions fhall-compleat thy courts
With joyful fouls their joyful-entrance fing,.

And fill the palace of your gracious king ;.

What though thy Mofes and the prophets ceafe,
What though the priefthood leaves the fettled race,
The father’s place their offspring well fupplies,
When at thy {poufe’s miniftry they rife ;

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To future ages fhall thy fame prolong.

The joyful nations fhall thy prarfe proclaim,
And, for their fafety, crowd beneath thy name.
Oh, bounteous Saviour! fttll thy mercy kind,
Still what thy David fung thy fervants find ;
Stilk what thy David fung thy fervants fee,
From thee fent down, and fent again to thee.
They fee the words of Thanks, and Love divine,
In ftrains myfterious mtermingled fhine,

As fweet and rich unite in coftly waves,

When purling gold the purpled webb receives ;
And ftill the church he fhadow’d hears the lays,
In daily fervice, as an aid to praife.

At thefe her temper good Devotion warms,
And mounts aloft with more engaging charms:
Then, as‘ fhe ftrives to reach the lofty tky,
Bids Gratitude affift her will to fly ;

In thefe our gratitude becomes on fire,

‘Then feels its flames improv’d by ftrong defire ;
Then feels defire im eager wifhes move,

And with determine in the point of love.

“Such hymns to regulate, and fuch to raife,
Approach, ye founding inftruments of praife :
°*Tis fit you tune for him whofe holy love,

In with afpiring to the choir above,
And fond to praétife ere his time to go,
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Soft pleafing lutes with eafy fweetnefs move,

‘To touch the fentiments of heavenly love ;

Affift the lyre and voice, to tell the charms

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Affift the loud Hofannah rais’d on earth;
When on an afs he meekly rides alo ons
And multitudes are heard within the {o: ong.
Full-tenor’d Pfaltery join the doleful ; part
In which his agony poffeft his heart ;
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And utter forth thy fympathizing groan,
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While melancholy winds thine entrails fhake.

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‘The ftorms in vaulted caverns fhook the ground 3
Swift chearful cymbals give an airy ftrain,
When, having bravely broke the doubled chain
Of Death and Hell, he left the conquer'd grave,
And rofe to vifit thofe he dy’d to fave,

And as he mounts in fong and 4 Angels fing,
With grand proceffion their returning king,
‘Triumphant trumpets raife their notes on high,
And make them feem to mount, and feem to fly,
Then all at once confpire to praife the Lord,

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Ye fons of Art, in fuch melodious way,
Conclude the fervice which you join to pay,
While nations fing Amen, and yet again
Hold forth the note, and fing aloud Amen.
Here has my fancy gone where David leads,
Now foftly pacing o’er the grafly meads ;
Now nobly mounting where the monarchs rear,
The gilded fpires of palaces in air ;
Now fhooting thence, upon the level flight,
To dreadful dangers and the toils of fight,
Anon with utmoft ftretch afcending far,
eyond the region of the fartheft ftar;
As fharpett-fighted eagles towering fly,
To weather their broad fails in open tky,
At length on wings half-clos’d flide gently down,
ind one attempt fhall all my labours crown.
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Have prov’d unequal to my large defigns,
Let others rife from earthly paffion’s dream,
By me provok’d to vindicate the theme.

Let others round the world in rapture rove,

Or with ftrong feathers fan the breeze above,
‘Or walk the dufky fhades of death, and dive
Down hell’s abyfs, and mount again alive.
But, Oh, my God! may thefe unartful rhymes
In fober words of woe bemoan my crimes.

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And with his prayer inftruéts my foul to pray.
Then, fince thy guilt is more than match’d by me,
And fince my. troubles fhould with thine agree,
O Mute, to glories in affliétion born !

May thy humility my foul adorn.

For humbleft prayers are moft affecting ftrains,
As mines lye rich in lowly planted veins ;

Such aid I want, to render mercy kind,

And fuch an_aid as here I want, I find:

‘Thy weeping accents in my numbers run,

Ah, thought! ah, voice of inward dole begun !

My God, whofe anger is appeas’d by tears,

Bow gently down thy mercy’s gracious ears ;
With many tongues my fins for juftice call,

But Mercy’s ears are manifold for all.

‘Thofe {weet celeftial windows open wide,

And in-full reams let foft compaffion glide ;
‘There wath my foul, and cleanfe it yet again,

© throughly cleanfe it from the guilty ftain ;
For I my life with mward anguifh fee,

And all its wretchednefs confefs to thee.

The large indi&tment ftands before my view,
Drawn forth by confcience, moft amazing true ;
And fill’'d with fecrets hid from human eye,
When, foolifh man, thy God ftood witnefs by.
‘Then, oh, thou majefty divinely great,

Accept the fad confeffions I repeat,

Which clear thy juftice to the world below,
Should difmal fentence doom my foul to wee.
WherWhen in the filent womb my fhape was made,
And from the womb:to hghtfome hfe:convey’d,
Curs’d fin began to take unhappy root,
And through my veins its early fibres fhoot;
And then, what goodnefs didit thou thew, to kill
The rifing weeds, and-principles of il];
When ‘to my breaft, in ‘fair celeftial flame,
Eternal Truth and lovely Wifdom came,
Bright gift, by fimple Nature never got,
But here-reveal’d to change the ancient blot.
This wondrous help which Mercy pleas’d to grant,
‘Continue full, for ftill thine aid I want 3
And, as the men whom leprofies invade,
Or they that touch the carcafe of the dead,
With hyflop {prinkled, and ‘by water clean’d,
Their former purenefs in the law regain’d ;
So purge my foul, difeas’d, alas! within,
And-much polluted with dead works of fin.
For fuch blefs’d favours at thine hand I fue,
Be grace thine hyffop, and thy water too.
Then fhall my whitenefs for perfectron vie
With blanching fnows that newly leave the fky.
Thus, through my mind, thy voice of gladnefs fend,
Thus fpeak the joyful word, I will be clean’d;
That all my ftrength, confum’d with mournfal pain,
May, by thy faving health, rejoice again ¢
And now no more my foul offences fee,
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Another heart, or change in this, I want.
Create another, or the change create,
-For now my vile corruption is fo great,

It feems a new creation ‘to reftore

Its fall’n eftate to what it was before.

Renew my {pirit, raging in my breaft,

And all its paflions in their courte arreft ;

- turn their motions, widely gone aftray,

nd fix their footfteps in thy righteous way;

ae this is granted, when again I ’m whole,
“Oh ne’er withdraw thy prefence from my foul :
There let it fhine, fo let me be reftor'd
“To prefent joy, which confcious hopes afford.
There let it fweetly fhine, and o’er my breatt,
Diffufe the dawning of eternal reft ;
‘Then thall the wicked this.compaffion fee,

And learn thy worfhip, and thy works, from me.
For I, to fuch oecafions of thy praife,

Will tune my lyre, and confecrate my lays.
Wnfeal my lips, where guilt and fthame have hung,
To ftop the paflage of my grateful tongue,

find let my prayer and fong afcend, my prayer
Here join’d with faints, my fong with angels there;
Yet neither prayer I’d give, nor fongs alone

If either offerings were as much thy own :

But thine ’s the contrite fpirit, thine ’s an heart
Opprefs’d with forrow, broke with inward {mart;
‘That at thy footftool in confeffion fhews,
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Crown’d as he‘was, I think he mounts on highs
Ere this devotion bore his heavenly Pfalms,

And now himfelf bears up his harp and palms.
Go, fait triumphant, leave the changing fight,
So fitted out, you fuit the realms of light ;

But let thy glorious robe at parting go,

‘Thofe realms have robes of more effulgent fhow s
It fliess-it falls, the fluttermg filk I fee;

‘Thy fon has caught it, and he fings like thee,
With fuch ele&tion of a theme divine,

And fuch fweet grace, as conquers all but thine.

Hence every writer o’er the fabled ftreams,
Where frolic fancies fport with idle dreams ;

Or round the fight enchanted clouds difpofe,
Whence wanton Cupids fhoot with gilded bows,
A nobler writer, ftrains more brightly wrought,
‘Themes more exalted, fill my wondering thought:
‘The parted fkies are track’d with flames above,
Ass love defeends to meet afcending love;

The feafons flourith where the {poufes meet,
And earth in gardens {preads beneath their feet s
This freth-bloom profpeét in the bofom thron
When Solomon begins his fong of fongs,
Bids the wrapt foul to Lebanon repair,

And lays the feene of all

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Where as he wrote, and from the bower furvey’d
The feenting groves, or anfwering knots he made,
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“Great Son of God! whofe gofpel pleas’d to throw

Round thy rich glory veils of earthly fhow ;

Who made'the vineyard oft thy church defign,

Who made the marriage-feaft a type of thine ;

‘Amit my verfes, which attempt to trace

The fhadow’d' beauties of celeftial grace,

And with illapfes of feraphic fire

‘Phe work which pleas’d thee once, once more infpirés

Look, or Ulufion’s airy vifions draw,

Or now I walk the gardens which I faw,

Where filver waters feed a flowering fpring,

And winds falute it witha balmy wing.
There, on a bank, whofe fhades direétly rife,
‘Yo fcreen the fun, and not exclude the fkies,
‘There fits the facred church; methinks I view
“The {poufe’s afpe&t, and her enligns too.

Her face has features where the Virtues reigns
Her hands the book of facred Love contain,
A light (Truth’s emblem) on her bofom fhinesy
And at her fide the meekeft lamb reclines :
And oft on heavenly lectures in the book,
And oft on heaven itfelf the cafts a look,
Sweet, humble, fervent zeal, that works within,

At length burfts forth, and raptures thus begin;
Let Him, that Him my foul adores above,

In clofe communions breathe hts holy love ;

For thefe bleis’d words his pleafing lips impart,

Beyond all cordials, chear the fainting heart.

As rich and fweet the precious ointments ftream,

Saaich thy graces flow, fo fweet thy name

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Affection rais’d in every virgin mind;

For this we come, the daughters here, and I,
Still draw we forward, and behold I fly ;

I fly through mercy, when my king invites,

‘To tread his chambers of ‘incere delights ;
There, join’d by myftic union, I rejoice,

Exalt my temper, and enla arge my voice,

find celebrate thy joys, fupremely more

Dhan earthly blifs; thus x ipright hearts adore.
Nor you, ye maids, who breathe of Salem’s ail,
Nor you refufe that I condu& you there;

Vhough clouding darknefs hath eclips’d my face,
Dark as Iam, I thine with beams of grace,

“As the black tents, where Ithmael’s line abides,
With glittering trophies drefs their inward fides ;
Or as thy curtains, Solomon, are feen,

Whofe plaits conceal a golden throne within.

’’T were wrong to judge.me by the carnal fight,
And yet my coe. was by nature white ;

But fiery funs, which perfecute the meek,

Found me abroad, and f{corch’d my rofy cheek.
The world, my brethren, they were angry grown,
They made me drefs a vineyard not my own,
‘Among their rites (their vines) I learn’d to dwell,
And in the mean employ my beauty fell ;
By frailty loft, I gave my labour o’er,
And my own vineyard grew deform’d the more.
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Yo reft that flock, when noon-tide heats arife?

Shepherd of Ifrael, teach my dubious eyes

To guide me right; for why fhould thine abide

Where wandering fhepherds turn their flocks afide?
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The pointed glory fhook, and thus he faid:
If thou; the lovelieft of the beauteous kind,
If thou canft want thy fhepherd’s walk to find,
Go by the foot-fteps where my flocks have trod,
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Beat plains to duit, and make the nations yield.
With rows of gems thy comely cheeks I deck
And chains of pendant gold o’erflow thy neck,
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And fo defcending glory, chears thy face
Gay bridal robes a flowering filver ftrows,
Bright gold engrailing on the border glows.
He Fake the fpoufe admiring heard the found,
Then, meekly bending on the facred ground,
She cries, Oh prefent to my ravifh’d breaft,
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There fits the king, while all around our heads
His grace, my fpikenard, pleafing odours fheds
About my foul, his holy comfort flies ;

So clofely treafur’d in the bofom lies

The bundled myrrh, fo fweet the {cented gale
Breathes all En-gedi.’s aromatic vale.

Now, fays the ais my love, I fee thee fair,

Thine eyes, for mi! dnefs, with the dove’s co: mpare.

No, thou, belov’d, art fair, the church replies,

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Thy counfels pleafant,. and me comforts is

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And make the rooms of {me ling eeda ars fine,

Where the fond bridegroom.and'the brid recline;

I drefs. my foul with fach Suns care,

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And green protection flourifh o’er my head;
I faw thy fruit, the foul’s celeftial food,
I pull’d, I tafted, and I found it good.
Hence in the {pirit to the blifsful feats,
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He led me forth; I faw the banner rear,
And love was pencil’d for the motto there.
Prophets and teachers in your care combine,
Stay me with apples, comfort me with wine,
he cordial promifes of joys above,
For hope deferr’d has made me fick with love.
Ah! while my tongue reveals my fond defire,
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As round a child the parent’s arms are plac’d,
This holds the head, and that enfolds the waiit.
Here ceas’d the church, and lean’d her languid head,
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Near the cocl brooks, or over the grafly lawns,

By all the tender innocents that rove,

Your hourly charges, in my Jacred grove,

Guard the dear charge from each approach of ill,

I would not have her wake but when fhe will.
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But let the virgin fill in profpe& thine,

And other ftrains of her’s enliven mine.
She wakes, fhe rifes :
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In the green wood the finging birds renew,
Their chirping notes,: the filver turtles coo:
The trees that yield the fig already fhoot,
And knit their bloffoms for their early fruit

Vith fragrant fcents the vines refrefh the day,
Arvife, my love; my fair-one, come away.
© come, my dove, forfake thy clofe retreat,
For clofe in fafety haft thou fix’d thy feat,
As fearful pigcons-i dark clefts abide,
And fafe the clefts their tender charges hide,
Now let thy looks with modeft-guife appear,
Now let thy voice falute my longing ear ,-

For in thy looks-an humble mind I fee,

Prayer ye 1s thy voice, and both are fweet to mes:

a o fave blo eats of: my-vineyard,. hafte,
Mhich " xes (falfe deluding teachers) wate:
Me ell oe haunts;. and-catch the foxes theres.

@ur grapes are tender, and demand thy care.
Thus {peaks my love: furprizing love divine!
I thus am his,. he thus for-ever mime

And, till he comes, I-finda en full,
Where fouls:attentive ferve his holy will;
Where down in-vales: unfpotted lilies grow, -
White types of innocence, in humble fhow:
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Before the :ftretches of the fleetett hound;

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And make the mountain wonder if th hey tread.

But long expectance of a blifs delay’d
Breeds anxious doubt, and tempts the facred maid ;
Then mitts arifing ftrait repel the light,
‘The colour’d garden lies difguis’d with night ;
AA pale-horn’d crefcent leads a clim mmering throng,
And groans of abfence jar within the fong.

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And afk if others knew thy lover more.
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Whom thus my with accofts: Ye facred guides,
Ye prophets, tell me where my love refides ?
“T'was well I queftion’d, fcarce I pafs?d them by,
re my rais’d foul perceives my lover nigh ;
And have I found thee, found my joy divine ?
How faft Il hold thee, till I make thee mine !

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My mother waits thee, thither thou repair,
Long-waiting Ifrael wants thy prefence there.

The lover fmiles to fee the virgin’s pain ;
Fhe mitts roll of, and quit the flowery plain ;

Yes, there I come, le fays, thy forrow ceafe ;
And guard her, daughters of the realms of peace;
By alk the bounding roes and fkipping fawns,
Near the cool brooks, or o’er the grafly lawns;
By all the tender mnocents that rove,

Your hourly charges, in my facred grove:

Guard the dear charge from each approach of ill,
1 -iihave her feel my comforts: while fhe will.

Here, hand in hand, with chearful heart they go,
When wandering Salem fees the folemn fhow,
Dreams the rich pomp of Solomon again,

And thus her daughters fing th approaching {cene :

Whio from the defert, where the waving clouds
High Sinai pierces, comes mvolv’d' with crowds?
For Sion’s hill her foter pace fhe bends,
As grateful incenfe from the dome afcends.
Tt feems the {weets, from all Arabia thed,
Curl at her fide, and hover o’er her head.”
For her the king prepares a bed of ftate,
Round the rich bed her guards in order wait,
Alb myftic Ifrael’s fons, *tis there they quell
The foes within, the foes without repel.
The guard his miniftry, their fwords of fight,-
His facred laws, her prefent ftate of night.
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Fine gold engrail’d adorns the figur’d floor,
Deep-fringing purple hangs the roof above,
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Saw the grand entry, what you faid fuffice ;

You fung the lover with a loud acclaim,

‘The lover’s fondnefs longs te fing the dame.

He fpeaks, admirme Nature flands around,

And learns new mufic, while it hears the found.

Behold, my love, how fair thy beauties thow,

Behold how more, hew mof extremely fo!

How ftill to me thy conftant eyes incline,

f fee the turtle’s when I gaze on thine;

Sweet through the lids they thine with modeft care,

And fweet and modeft is a virgin’s air,

How bright thy locks! how well their number paints

The great aflemblies of my lovely faints!

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All Gilead’s head a fleecy: whitenefs clouds,
And the rich mafter-glories in the crowds.
How pure thy teeth! for equaliorder made,
Each anfwering each, whilft all the publick aid
Thefe lovely graces inmy.church I find,
This candor, order, and accorded mind :
Thus when the feafon bids the fhepherd lave
His fheep new fhorn within the ee waves
Wafth’d.they return, in fuch unfully’d white,
Thus march by pairs, and. in flock unite.
How please thy lips adorn’d with native red!
Art vainly mocks them in the {carlet thread !

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So {weet ie praifes; and fo foft thy prayer.

If through thy loofen’d curls, with honeft flame,
Thy lovely-temples fine complexion flame,
Whatever crimfon granate-blofiems fhow,

>T was never.theirs fo much to pleafe, and glow.
But what ’s thy neck, the polith’d form I fee,
Whofe ivory ftrength fupports thine eyes to me}!
Fair type of firmneds, when my faints. afp ire

The facred confidence that lifts defire,

As David’s turret, on the ftately. frame

Upheld its thoufand conquering fhields of fame.
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Let this refemblance fpotlefs virtues thow,
And in fuch lihes feed my young below.
‘But now, farewell, till night’s'dark thades decayy
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‘Swift for the hills of {pice and gums fly,
To breathe fuch fweets as {cent a purer fky 3
Yet, as I leave thee, fll; above compare,
My Love, my fpotlefs, till I find thee fair.
Here reft, celeftial maid; for ifhe go,
Nor will he part, nor‘is the promife ‘flow,
“Nor flow my:fancy move ;' difpel the thade,
Charm forth the morning, and relieve the maid.
-Arife, fair fun, the church attends to {eé
he fun of righteoufnefs arife in thee;
Arie, fair fun; and bil the church adores
Tis then he 71] court her, whom he prais’d before.
As thus I fing, it fhines; there feems a found
Of plumés in air, and feet upon the ground:
I {ee their meeting, fee the flowery {cene,
And hear the myftic love purfued again.
Now to the mount, whofe {pice perfumes the days
*Tis Tinvite thee ; come, my fpoufe, away ;
Come, leave thy:Lebanon : is aught we fee
In all thy Lebanon, compar’d to me?
Nor tow’rd thy Canaan turn with withful fight,
From Hermon’s, Sheniar’s, and Amana’s height ;
here dwells the leopard, there affaults the bear;
‘This world has ills, and fach may find thee there.
My fpoufe, my filter, O thy wondrous art,
“Which through my bofom drew my ravith’d heart!
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Won 'by one eye, my ravifh’d heart is gone
For all thy feeing guides ste as one,

Drawn by one chain, which round thy body

For all thy members one blefs’d union ties.
My fpoufe, my fitter, O the charm to pleafe,

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Sweetly‘ thine ointments (all thy virtues) {mell,

Not altar-{pices pleafe thy king fo well

How foft thy doétrine on thy lips refides !

From thofe two combs the dropping honey

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The charms of Lebanon mutt yield to thine!

His {pring, his garden, every fcented tree,
My fpoufe, my fifter, all I-find in thee.

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And ftreams of favour teed the living ground,

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-O foft infpiring, o’er my garden fly; .
Unlock and waft my fweets, that every grace,
In all its heavenly life, regaie the place.
If thus a paradife thy garden, prove,
"Twere beft prepar’d to entertaix my love;
And, that the pleafing fruits may pleafe the more,
© think my preti was thy git before.
At this, the Saviour cries, Behold: me near, |
My fpoufe, my fifter; O-behold ‘me here ;
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d, pleas’d, my foul accepts the folemn, feat;
a ga ther myrrh, with {pice to {cent the:treat,
My virgin-honey with the-combs I eat ;
i drink my fweetening milk, my lively wine
( Thefe words of pleafure mean thy gifts divine);
To fhare me blifs, my good eleé I call,
‘The church (my garden) muft include them all;
Now fit and banquet; now, belov’d, you fee
What gifts I love, and prove thefe fruits with mez
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_ But with the fun the fweet communion patt.
The Saviour parts, and.on Oblivion’s breaft
Benumb’d and flumbering lies the church to reft,
Pafs the fweet alleys while the dufk abides,
Seek the fair lodge in which the maid refides,;
“Then, Fancy, {eek the maid at night again,
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‘What wondrous thing ? what charm beyond compare?
.Say, what.’s thy lover, faireft'o’er the fair?

His face is white and ruddy, fhe replies,

So mercy, join’d to juftice, tempers dies ;

His lofty ftature, where.a myriad fhine,

O’ertops, and fpeaks a majefty divine.

Fair honour crowns his head, the raven-black,
‘In bufhy curlings, flows adown his back :
Sparkling his eyes, with full preportion. plac’d,
White like the milk, and with a mildnels grac’d;
AAs the fweet doves, wheneler they. fondly. play
“By running waters in a glittering day.

Within his breath what pleafing {weetnefs grows !
"Tis {pice exhal’d, and mingled en the. rofe.
Within his words what grace with goodnefs meets ?
So beds of lilies drop with balmy fweets.

What rings of eaftern price his fingers hold !

“Gold decks the fingers, beryl decks the gold!

His ivory fhape adorns a coftly.veft,

Work paints the fkirts, and gems inrtch:the breatt;
His limbs beneath, his fhining fandals cafe

Like. marble columns en a golden -bafe.

Nor-boafts that mountain, where-the cedar-tree

Perfumes eur realm, fach numerous f{weets as he.
O, lovely-ail! what could my king require

‘Yo, make his prefenee more.the world’s defire?
Aand now, ye maids, if fuch a-friend you know,
°Tis:fuch my longings look to find below.

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Graze the green wealth of lofty Gilead’s head.
How pure thy teeth ! for equal order made,
Each anfwering each, while all the publick aid;
As when the feafon bids the fhepherd lave
His fheep new fhorn within the filver wave:
Wath’d, they return in fuch unfully’d white,
So march by pairs, and in the flock unite.
How {weet thy temples! not pomegranates know,
With equal modeft look, to pleafe and glow.
If Solomon his life of pleafure leads,
With wives in.numbers, and unnumber’d maids,
In other paths, my life of pleafure fhown,
Admits.my love, my undefil’d alone.
Th mother, Ifrael, fhe the dame who bore
Her choice, my dove, my fpotlefs, owns no more;
The Gentile queens, at thy appearance, cry,
Hail, queen of nations! hail, the maids reply;
And thus they fing thy praife: what heavenly dame
Springs like the morning, with a purple flame?
What-rifes like the morn with filver ‘light?
What, like the fun, affifts the world with fight ?
Yet awful full, though thus ferenely kind,
Like-hofts-with enfigns rattling in the wind?
I grant I left thy fight, I feem’d to go,
But was I abfent-when-you fancy’d fo?
Down to my garden, all my planted vale,
Where nuts their ground in underwood conceal ;
Where blown pomegranates, there I went to fee
What knitting blofloms white the bearing tree:
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Smell my gay flowerets, tafte my flavour’d fruits ;
Raife the curl’d vine, refrefh the fpicy beds,.

And joy for every grace my garden fheds.

The Saviour here, and here the church arife,.
And am I thus refpected, thus the cries!

I mount for heaven, tranfported on the winds,
My flying chariot’s drawn by willing minds.

As, rapt with comfort, thus the maid withdrew,
The waiting daughters wonder’d where fhe flew;
And ©! return, they cry, for thee we burn,
© maid of Salem;. Salem’s felf return.
And what ’s in Salem’s maid we covet fo?
Hear, all'ye nations—’tis your blifs below;
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When {ky-born beauties march’d the {cented screen;
There the met faints and meeting angels came,
Two lamps of God, Mahanaim was the name.

Again the maid reviews her facred ground ;
Solemn fhe fits, the damfels fing around.

O, prince’s daughter! how, with fhining fhow,
Thy golden fhoes prepare thy feet below !

How frrm thy joints! what temple-work can He;
With all its gems and art, preferr’d to thee?

In thee, to feed thy lover’s faithful race,

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Pure, large, refrefhing, asthe waters fall

From the carv’d navels of the ciftern-wall..

In thee the lover finds his race divine,.

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Like tender roes, thy breafts appear above,
‘Two types of innocence, sm, twins of love
Like ivory-turrets feems thy neck to rear,

©, facred emblem, upright, firm, and fair!

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As Hefhbon-pools, which, with a filver-ftate,.
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For ever fo thy virgin eyes remain,

So clear within, and fo without ferene

As through {weet fir the royal turret fhows,
Whence Lebanon furveys a realm of foes ;
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‘The mcheft colours flowery Carmel wears,

Red fillets, crofs’d with purple, braid thy hairs ;
not more ftri€tly thefe thy locks reftrain,

Than thou thy king, with ftrong affection’s chain
When from his palace he enjoys thy fight,

© love, O beauty, form’d for all delight!

Strait is thy goodly ftature, firm, and high,

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As late a beauty, now for profit too).

VJ oo'd to thine arms, thofe arms that oft extend,
In the kind pofture of a waiting friend ;

Each maid of Salem cries, I1’1] mount the tree,
Hold the broad branches, and depend on thee.
©, more than grapes, thy fruit delights the maids,
Thy pleafing breath excels the citron fhades:

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From thofe {weet lips with mere refrefhment flow ;.
‘Pheir-powerful graces flambering fouls awake,
find caufe the dead, that hear thy voice, to fpeak.

This. anthem fung, the glorious fpoufe arofe,
Yet thus inftrudis the daughters ere the goes.
if aught, my damfels, inthe fpoufe ye find
Delerving praifes,; think the-lover kind:

‘Fo my bélov’d thefe-marriage-robes I owe,
I’m his-defire,-and he would haveit fo. -

Scarce {pake the fpoufe, but fee-the lover near !
Her humble temper brought the Prefence here;
‘Then, rais’d by grace, and ftrongly warm’d by love,-
No fecond languor. lets her Lord remove;

She fiies.to meet him, zeal fupplies the wings,
And-thus her:hafte to work. his will the fings 3»
Come, my beloved, to: the fields-repair,

©ome, where-another fpot demands our care ;-
‘There in-the- village we ’il to reft recline,

Mican as itis, I try to make it thine.

When the firft«rays their chearing crimfon fhedy
We °l] rife betimes-to fee the vineyard-f{pread:; .
See vines luxuriant-verdur’d leaves difplay,
Supporting tendrils curling all the way.

See young. unpurpled grapes in clufters:grow,
And {mell pomegranate-blofioms as they blow ;
There will I give-my loves; employ my care,
And, as my labours thrive, approve me there :
Scarce have we pafs’d my gate, the {cent we meet,
My covering jafmines now diffufe their:fweet;

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My {picy flowerets, mingled as they fly,

With doubling odours croud a balmy fky.

Now all the fruits, which crown the feafon, view,

‘Thefe nearer fruits are old, and thofe are new;

And thefe, and all of every loaded tree,

My love, I gather, and referve for thee.

If then thy fpoufe’s labour pleafe thee well,

Oh! like my brethren, with thy Sifter dwell;

No blamelefs maid, whofe fond carefles meet

An infant-brother in the public ftreet,

Clings to its lips with lefs referve than I

Would hang on thine, where’er I found thee nigh:

No thame would make me from thy fide remove,

No danger make me not confefs thy love.

Strait to my mother’s houfe, thine Ifrael fhe

(And thou my monarch wouldft arrive with me);

°Tis there I’d lead thee, where I mean to {tay,

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‘There thalt thou prove my virtues, drink my wine,

And feel my joy, to find me wholly thine.

Oh! while my foul were fick, through fond defire,

hine hands fhould hold me left my life expire;

#As rounda child the parents’ arms are plae’d,

‘This holds the head, and that enfolds the waif.
So caft thy cares on me, the lover cry'd,

Lean to my bofom, lean, my lovely bride;

And now, ye caughters of the realm of blifs,

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Here paufe the lines, but foon the lines renew,
Once more the pair celeftial come to view ;
Ah! feek them once, my ravifh’d fancy, more,
And then thy fongs of Solomon are o’er:
By yon green bank purfue their orb of light,
‘The fun fhines out, bit fhines not half fo bright.
See Salem’s maids, in white, attend the King,
They greet the fpoufes—hark, to’what they fing.

Who, from the defert, where the wandering clouds
High Sinai pierces, comes involy’d with crowds ?
Tis fhe, the fpoufe ! Oh!. favour’d o’er the reft !
Who walks reclin’d by fuch a lover’s breaf.

The {poufe, rejoicing, heard the kind falute,
And thus addrefs’d him—all the reft were mute.
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As feals their pictures to the wax impart,

So let my picture ftamp thy gentle heart ;

As fix’d the fignets on our hands remain,

So fix me thine, and ne’er to part again ;

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But dread to loofe, love, mix’d with jealous dread !
As foon the marble tomb refigns the dead.

Its fatal arrows fiery-pointed fall,

‘Fhe fire intenfe, and thine the moft of all;
To flack the points no chilling floods are found,
Nay, fhould affli€tions roll like floods around,

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Were wealth of nations offer’d, all would proves
‘Too fmall a danger, or a price for love

if then with love this world of worth agree,

With foft regard our little fitter fee ;

How far unapt, as yet, like maids that-own

No breafts at all, or breafts but hardly grown 5

Her part of: Profelyte is fearce a part,

Too much a Gentile at her erfing heart;

Her day draws nearer; what have we to do,

Left the be afk’d, and prove unworthy too?
Defpair not, fpoufe, he cries; well find the means;
Her good beginnings afk the greater pains.

Let her but ftand, fhe thrives; a wall-too low

Is not rejected for the ftanding fo;

What falls is onty: loft,. we *Il build her high,

‘Till the rich palace glitters in the fky.

The door that’s: weak (what need we {pare the cof ? >)
If tis a door, we need not think it lof ;

The leaves fhe brings-us, if thofe leaves be good,
We ’Il clofe in cedar’s uncerruptiag wood,

Wrapt with the news, the {poufe converts: her-eyes,..
And, oh! companions to the maids, fhe cries,
‘What joys are ours; to hail the nuphal day,

Which calls our fitter !—Hark, I hear her fay,-

Yes, I’m a wall; lo! the that boafted none, »

Now boatts of breafts.unmeafurably grown;

Large towery buildings, where fecurely refts.:

A. thoufand thoufand of my lover's guelts 5

‘The vaft increafe affords his heart delight,

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The lover here, to make her rapture laft,
Thus adds affurance to the promife paft.

A. {pacious vine-yard, in Baal-Hamon. vale,
Fhe vintage fet, by Solomon, to fale,
His keepers took ;- and every keeper paid
A: thoufand: purfes for the gains he made.
And I ’ve a vintage too; his vintage bleeds-
A large increafe, but.my return exceeds.
Let Solomon receive his keeper’s pays
He gains his thoufand, their two hundred‘ they 5
Mine is mine own, °tis in my prefence ftill,
And fhall increafe the more, the more fhe will.
My love, my vineyard; oh-the future fhoots
Which fill my garden-rows with facred fruits !
I faw the liftening maids attend thy voice,
ind in their lifttening faw their eyes rejoice 5
A due fuccefs thy words of comfort met,
Now turn to me—’tis I would hear thee yet.

Say, dove, and fpotlefs, for E muft away,.
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ay, fpoufe, and fifter, all you with to fay.

He fpake; the place was bright with lambent fire,

(But what is brightnefs, if the Chrift retire >)

Gold-bordering purple mark’d his road in air,

And kneeling all, the fpoufe addrefs’d the prayer ;
Defire of nations! if thou muft be gone,

Accept our wifhes, all compriz’d in one;

We wait thine advent ! Oh, we long to fee

1, and my fifter, both as one, in thee.

‘Then leave thy heaven, and come and dwell below;

Why faid I leave tee’tis heaven where-e’er you go.

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Hafte, my belov’d, thy promife hafte to crown,
The form thou’ "It honour waits thy coming down ;
Nor let fuch fwiftnefs in the roes be fhown

To fave themfelves, as thine to fave thine own.
Hafte, like the nimbleft harts, that lightly bound’
Before the ftretches of the fwifteft hound ;

With reaching feet devour a-level way,

Acrofs their backs their branching antlers lay,

In the cool dews their bending body ply,

And brufli the fpicy mountains as they fly.

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THUS fung the king—fome angel reach a bough.
From Eden’s tree to crown the wifeft brow.
And now, thou faire garden ever made,
Broad banks of {pices, bloffom’d walks of fhade,
© Lebanon! where much I love to dwell,
Since I muft leave thee, Lebanon, farewell !
Swift from my foul the fair idea flies,
A wilder fight the changing fcene fupplies ;
Wide feas come rolling to my future page,
And ftorms ftand ready, when I call, to rage.
Then go where Joppa crowns the winding fhore,
‘The prophet Jonah juft arrives before :
He fees a fhip unmooring, foft the gales,
He pays, and enters, and the veffel fails.
Ah, wouldft thou fly thy God? rath man, forbear.
What land fo diftant but thy God is there ?

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Weak reafon, ceafe thy voice.—They run the deep,
And the tir’d Prophet lays his limbs to fleep.
Here God fpeaks louder, fends a ftorm to fea,
Therclouds remove to give the vengeance way 5
Strong blafts:come whiftling, by degrees they roar,
And fhove big furges tumbling on to fhore ;
The veftel bounds, then rolls, and every blatt
Works hard to tear her by the groaning matt;
Dhe tailors, doubling all their -fhouts and cares,
Furl the white canvas, and caft forth the wares ;
Hach feek the God their native regions own,
In vain they feek them, for thofe Geds were nene.
Yet Jonah flept the while, who folely knew,
In all that number,. where to find the true.
‘To-whom the pilot. Sleeper, rife and pray,
Our Gods are deaf; may thine do more than they !
But thus they reft, perhaps we waft a foe
To heaven itfelf, and that ’s our caufe of woe;
Let’s feek by lots, ‘if heaven be pleas’d to tell ;
And what they fought by lots, on Jonah fell:
Then, whence he came, and who, and what, and why
‘Thus rag’d the tempeft, all confus’dly cry ;
Each prefs’d-in hafte to get his queftion heard,
When Jonah ftops them with a grave regard.
An Hebrew man, you fee, who God revere,
He made this world, and makes this world his care;
His the whirl’d fky, thefe waves that lift their head,
And his yon land, on which you long to tread.
He charg’d me late, to Nineveh repair,
A\nd to their face denounce his fentence there ;
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Go, faid the-vifion, Prophet, preach to all,

Yet forty days, and Nineveh fhall-fall.

But well I knew him Sracious to forgive,

And much my zeal abhoir'd the bad thould live.
find if they turn, they live ; then what were I

But fome falfe Prophet, when they fail to die?
“Or what, I fancied, had the Gentiles too

‘With Hebrew prophets, -and their God, to do#
Drawn by the wilful thoughts, my foil I run,

I fed his prefence, and the work *s undone.

The ftorm increafes as the Prophet fpeaks,

‘O'er the tot fhip a.foaming billow breaks:;

She rifes pendant on. the lifted waves,

And thence deferies a thoufand watery graves ;
Then, downward rufhing, watery mountains hide
Her hulk beneath, in deaths on every fide.
“O, cry the failors all, thy fa&t was ill,

Wet, af aProphet, {peak thy mafter's will :

What part is ours with thee? can aught remain
Yo bring the bleffings of a calm again ?

‘Then Jonah: Mine’s.the death will beft atone
‘(And God is pleas’d that I pronounce my own);
Anfe, and caft.me forth, the wind will ceafe,
The fea fubfiding wear the looks of peace,

And you fecurely fleer, For well I fee
MMyfelf the criminal, the form for me.

Yet pity moves for one that owns a blame,
And awe refulting from a.Prophet’s name ;
Love pleads, he kindly meant for them to dies

ear pleads again him, lef they power defy ;3
if then to aid the flight abets the fin,

‘They think to land him where they took-him in.
‘Perhaps, to quit the caufe, x ught end. the woe,
And, God appeafing, let the veffel go.

For this they fix their oars, and ftrike the main,
But God withftands them, and they ftrike in vain,
The ftorm increafes. more with want of light,

Low blackening clouds involve the fhip in night;

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Thick battering rains fly through the driving. tkies,
Loud thunder bellows, darted lightning flies;

A. dreadful pifture abe ton herror drew,

find his, or their’s, or both their fates, they view.

Then thus to God they cry : Almighty power,

Whom we ne’er knew till this defpairing hour,
From this devoted blood thy fervants free,

Lo us he ’s innocent, if fo to thee ;
dn all the paft we fee thy wond’rous hand,

And that he perith, think it thy command.

This prayer performd, they caft the Prophet o’ erg

A furge receives him, and he mounts no more ;
Then ftill *s the thunder, ceafe the-fames of ee
The rains abated, and the winds withdrew;
The clouds ride off, and, as they.march away,
Through-every breaking fhoots a chearful day ;
The fea, which rag’d fo loud, accepts the prize,
A, while it rolls, then all the tempett dies ;
By gradual finking, flat the furface grows,
And fafe the veffel with the failors goes.
The Lion.thus, that bounds the fences o’er,
A.nd makes the mountain-echoes learn to roar,¥

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Tf on the lawn a branching deer he rend,
Then falls his hunger, all his roarings end;
Murmuring a while, to reft his limbs he lays,
And the freed lawn enjoys its herd at eafe.

Blefs’d with the fudden calm, the failors own
That wretched Jonah worfhip’d right alone ;

Then make their vows, the victim fheep prepare,
Bemoan the Prophet, and the God revere.

Now, though you fear to lofe’the power to breathe,
Now, though you tremble, Fancy, dive beneath 5
What worlds of wonders in the deep are feen'!

But this the greateft—Jonah lives within !
‘The man who fondly flied the Maker’s view,

Strange as the crime, has found a dungeon too.
God fent a monfter of the frothing fea,
Fit, by the bulk, to gorge the living prey,
And ledge him ftill alive ; this hulk receives 4

The falling Prophet, as he dafh’d the waves.

"There, newly wak’d from fancied death, he lies,

And oft again in apprehention dies :

While three long days and nights, depriv’d of fleeps
He turn’d and tofs’d him up and down the deep,

He thinks the judgment of the ftrangeft kind,

And much he wonders what the Lord defign’d 3

Yet, fince he lives, the gift of life’ he weighs,

That ’s time for prayer, and thus’a ground for praife $
From the dark entrails of the whale to thee,

(This new contrivance of a hell to me)

‘Fo thee, my God, Icry’d; my full diftrefs

Pierc’d thy kind’ear, and brought my foul redrefs.

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Cait to the deep I fell, by thy command,
Caft in the midft, beyond the reach of land ;
‘Then to the midft } brought down,. the feas abide
Beneath my feet, the feas on every fide ;
In ftorms the billow, and in calms the wave,
Are moving cover ings to my wanc dering orave.
Fore’d by defpair, I cry’d, How. to my coft
I fled thy prefence, Oh, for ever loft!
But are revives foul, and makes me fay
Yet tow’rds thy temple fhall I turn
Or, if I know not here where
Thy temple ’s heaven, and faith -has inward eyes.

> which my whale furround,

Have through my forrowing foul a paflage found ;

And now the dungeon moves, new depths TF try y>
w thoughts of danger all his paths fupply.

The laft of deeps affords the pat of dread;

And wraps-its funeral wee Ss around my head:
Now o’er the fand his “atitags feem to go,
Where the big mountains root their bafe below .
And now to rocks and clefts their courfe they Hit!
Earth’s endlefs bars, too {trong for-me to break ;
Yet, from th’ aby{s, my God! thy grace dwitle
Hath call’d him upward, and my life } is mine,
Still, as I tofs’d, I fearce retain’d my breath,
My foul was fick within, and faint to death.
“Fwas then I thought of thee, for pity pray’d,
And to thy tem ple flew the prayers I made.
‘The men, whom lying vanity enfnares,
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But I will pay—my God! my King!

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‘The folemn vows my full

affection gave,

When.in thy temple, for a plalm, I fing

Salvation only from my God, my king.
Thus ends the Prophet ;. fir

& from Canaan fent,
‘To let the Gentile

s know they muft repent :
God hears, and {peaks ; the W-hale,.at.God’s command;:-
Heaves to the light, and cafts himforth to land,

With long fatigue, with unexpecied eafe,.

Opprefs’d a.while, he lies afide the feas ;
His eyes, though glad, in ftrange aftonith’d way
Stare at the golden front of chearful day ;

rly rais’d, he fees the wonder plain,.
4nd what he pray’d, he wrote, to fing again.
ihe feng recorded brings his vow to mind
He muit be thankful, for the Lord was kind ;
Strait to the work he thunn’d. he flies in hafte
(That feems his vow, ‘or feems a part at lea)’;
Preaching he comes, and thus denounc’
Yet forty days, and Nineveh fhall fall;

Fear feiz’d the Gentles, Niney

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JUD fat, with penitence, and God forgives.
Nor yet of ufe the P rophet’s fuffering fails,

Hell’s deep black befom more than fhews the Whales,

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But fome refemblance brings a type to.view,
‘The place was. dark, the, time proportion’d too,
AA race, the Saviour cries, a finful race,
‘Tempts for a fign the powers. of heavenly grace,
“and let them take the fign : as Jonah lay,

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So fhall the Son of Man defcend below,
Harth’s opening entrails fhall retain him fo.
My foul, now feek the fong, and find me there j

What Heaven has fhewn thee to repel cet
See, Ve from Hell fhe breaks the crumbling ground,

Her hairs ftand upright, and they ftare around ;

Her sce ma deep-trenching wrinkles trace,
Lean: fharpening looks deform her livid face;

Bent lie the brows, and at the bend below,

With fire and blood two wandering eye-balls glow 3
Fiild are her arms with numerous aids to kill,
And God fhe fancies but the judge of. ill.

Oh, fair-ey’d Hope : thou. fee’ft the paffion nigh,
Daughter of Promife, Oh forbear to fly !

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\ ffurance holds Hoe Fear would have thee go,

Clofe thy blue wings, and ftand-thy deadly foe ;
The Judge of Ill is ftill the Lord of Grace,
As fach behold him in the Bache scafe;

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Cait to be drown’d, devour’d within the fea,
Sunk to the deep, and yet reftor’d to day.

Oh, leve the Lord, my foul, whofe parent care
So rules the world he punifhes to fpare.
If heavy grief my downcaft heart opprefs,
My body. danger, or my ftate diftrefs,
With low fubmiffion in thy temper bow,

Like Jonah pray, like Jonah make thy vow;

With hopes of comfort kifs the chaitening rod;
And, fhunning mad defyair, le, in God;

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FROM the bleak beacit, and‘ broad’ eeoene of fea.
To lofty Salem, Thought, direé& thy way ;
Mount thy light chariot; move along the plains,
And end thy flight when Hezekiah reigns.

How fwiftly Thought has pafs’d from land to land,
And quite out-run Time’s s meafuring-slafs of fan dt
Great Salem’s walls appear, and I refort
‘To view the ftate of Hezekiah’s court.

Well may that king a pious ver e infpire,
Who cleans’d the temple, who reviv’d the choir,
Pleas’d with the fervice David fix’ 4 haces
‘That heavenly mufic might on earth adore.
Deep-rob’d in white, he made the Levites #and
With cymbals, harps, and pfalteries:in their hand;
He gave the priefts their trumpets, prompt to raife
The tuneful foul, by force ie found, to praife.
A. fkilful mafter for the fon siete,
The fongs were David’s ess ‘and Afaph’s thofe;
Then burns their aif all around rejoice,
Each tunes his inftrument to join the voice ;
‘The trumpets founded, and the fineers fun ne;
‘The people worfhip’d, and the vec rung,
Each, while the vigtim burns, oe, his hear
‘Then the prieft bleffes, and the peo ple pa

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ft come.te prove thy. force, thy warbling ftring
‘May tune my foul to write what others fing.

But is this Salem? this the promis'd biifs,
Thefe fighs and groans? what means the realm by this?
What folemn forrow. dwells in every {treet ?

‘What fear:confounds the dewncaft looks I meet?

Alas! -the’ king! he nations fink with woe,

When righteous kings are fummon’d hence to goe.3

‘The king lies fick ; and ae te fpeak his doom,

‘The Prophet, grave Ifaiah, ftalks the room :

‘Oh, Prince, thy fervant, fent-from God, believes
Set all in order, for thou canft not live.

Solemn he faid, and fighing left the place;

Deep prints of horror furrow’d every face;

Within.their minds appear eternal glooms,

Black gaping marbles of their monarchs’ tombs:;

A king ferns deceas’d, his offspring none,

And wars Gntinks re they fix the throne.

Strait to = wall he are with dark defpair,
(Twas tow'rds the temple, or for private prayer, }

And thus to Ged the pious monarch fpoke,

Who burn’d-the groves, the brazen ferpent broke:

Remember, Lord, with what a heart for right,

What carefor truth, I walk’d within thy fight.

Twas thus with terror, prayers, and tears, he tofs’d,
When the mid-court the grave Ifaiah crofs’d,

Whom, in the cedar columns of the {quare,

Meets a fweet Angel, hung in glittering air.
Seiz’d with a trance, he ftop’d, before his eye

«Clears a rais’d arch of vifionary fky,

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Where, as a minute.pafs’d, the greater light
Purpling appear’d, and fouth’d and {et inn ight.
#4 moon fucceeding leads the ftarr y train,
She glides, and finks her filver horns again:
A fecond fancied morning drives.the fhad eg,
is d by the dark, the fecond evening fades s
The third bright dawn awakes, and ftrait he fee
‘The temple rife, the monarch on his knees.
Pleas’d with the {cene, his inward thoughts rejoice,
When thus the Guardian Angel form’da voice:
Now .tow’rds the-captain of my people go,
find, Seer, relate him what th y vifions fhow ;
‘The Lord bas heard his words, and feen his tears,
And ee fifteen extends his future years.
Here, to the room prepar’d with difmal black,
The at turning, brought the comfort back.
Oh, monarch, hail, he cry’d; thy words are heard
‘hy virtuous actions meet a kind regard;
God gives thec fifteen years, when thricea day
S a the round fun, within the temple pray.
When thrice the d: ay ! furpriz’d, the monarch cries,
When thrice the fun! what power have I to rife!
But, if thy:comfert ’s human or divine,
Tis thort to prove it~give thy prince a fign
Behold, the Prophet cry’d, (and ftretch’d ne hands)

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«fittentive here he gaz’d, the Prophet pray’d,

Back went the fun, and back purfued the thade.
Chear*d by the fign, and by the Prophet heal’d,

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Shrunk in a cold uncon 7 Gecbeble e hearfe.

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With pining ficknefs all from night to day,

From day to night, he makes my ftrength decay

Reckoning the time, I roll with reftlefs groans,

Till, with a lion’s force, he crufh my bones ;

New morning dawns, but, like the morning patt,
fe wis day, tis night, and fill my y forrows laft.

Now, {creaming like the crane, my words I fpoke,

Now, like the fwallow, c] haan S quick, and broke;

Now, like the doleful dove, when on the plains

Her mourning tone affects the li a. aing fwains.

To heaven, for aid, my weerying eyes I throw,

At length they ’re weary’d guite, and fink with woe,

From. Death’s arreft, for fome delays, I fue;

Thou, Lord, who judg’d me, thou reprieve me, toos

Rapture of joy! what can thy fervant. fay?
He fent his Prophet to prolong my day;
hrough my glad limbs I feel the wonder
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Soft fhall I walk, and, well fecurd from.
Poffefs the comforts of my future years.
Keep foft, my heart, keep humble, while they rol],
Nor eer forget my bitternefs of foul.

“Tis by the means thy facred words fupply,

‘That mankind live, but in peculiar T;

A fecond grant thy mercy pleas’d to give,

And my rais’d {pirits doubly. feem to live.

Behold the time! when peace adorn’d my rei gn,
*Twas then I felt my ftroke of humbling pain ;

oe rruption dug her pit, I fear’d to fink,

od lov’d my foul, and fnatch’d_me from. the brink.

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He turn’d my. follies. from his gracious eye,
As men who pafs accounts, and caft them b by.

What mouth has death, which can thy praife proclaim?
What tongue the grave, to {peak thy glorious name?
Or will the fenfelefs dead exult.with mi irth,

Mov’d to their hope by asus on earth?
The living, Lord, the living only praife,
The living ne fit to fing. thy] ays

Thefe bel thy favours, thefe thy temple fee ;

Thefe raife the fon ig, as I this day to thee.

Nor will thy truth the prefent only reach,
‘This the good:fathers fhall their offspring teach; :
Report the blef ings. which adorn my page,
And hand their.own, with mine, from age to age,

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So, when the Maker heard his creature crave,
2 kindly rofe his ready Will to fave,

Then march we folema tow’rds the temple-door,
W hile all our joyful mufick founds’ before ;
There, on this day, through all my life appear
When this comes round in each returning vedi ;

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There ftrike the ftrings, our-voices jointly. raife,
And let his-dwellings hear my fongs of praife.

‘Thus wrote the monarch, and I ’ll think the lay
Delign’d: for publick, when he went to pray ;
Ill think the perfe& compotion runs,
’Perform’d by Heman’s or Jeduthun’s fons.

Then, fince the time arrives the Seer foretold,
And the third morning rolls an orb of gold,

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My fancy takes her chariot once again,

Moves the rich wheels, and mingles in thy train.
sane fees the fingers reach Moriah’s hill,

‘The minftrels follow, then the porches fill;

She wakes the numerous infruments of art,
“That each perform its own adapted part.;
. Seeks airs exprefiive of thy grateful ftrains,
.And, liftening, hears the vary’d tune fhe feions.

From a grave pitch, to {peak the monarch’s WOE,
“The notes flow down, and deeply found bel

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fii] long-continuing, while depriv’d of eafe
He rolls. for tedious nights and he avy days.

Here intermix’d with difcord, whe aa crane
Screams in the notes, through Deter fenfe of pain,;
‘Lhere, run with defcant on, and taught to fhake,
When pangs repeated force the voice to break :
*Now like the dove they murmur, till in fichs
They fall, and*languith with the failing eyes:
hen flowly flackenin g,-to furprize the more,
‘From a dead paufe his exclamations foar
To meet brik health the note

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Live withthe living, and exult on hich :
Yet fill diftinG@.in parts the mufick plays,
Till prince and people both are call’d to praifes

‘Then all, uniting, ftrongly ftrike the, frin
Put forth their utmoft breath, and laudly fing ;
‘The wide-fpread chorus fills the facred greur vis
find holy tranfport fcales the clouds with found.

Or thus, or livelier, if their hand and voice
_Join’d the good anthem, might the realm rejoice.

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his ftory known, the‘learn’d Chaldeans came,
“Drawn by the fign obferv’d, or mow d by fame;
Thele afk the fa&t for Hezekiah done,
And-much they wonder at their God the fun,
hat thrice he drove, through one extent of day,
‘His gold-fhod horfes in etherial way.
‘Then vainly ground their gue{s on nature’s laws 5
The foundeft knowledge.owns-a-greater caufe,
Faith knows the-faét tranfcends, and bids me fing
What help for peste. here incites the mind;
Strait to the fong, the thankful fong, I move ;
May fuch the voice of every creature prove!
If every creature meets its thare of woe,
And for kind refcues every creature owe,
In publick fo thy Maker’s praife-proclaim,
Nor what you bege’d awith tears, conceal with thamey
"Tis there the minifty.thy nan € repeat,
And tell what mercies were vou a faf "d of Jate;
Then joins the church, and | begs, through all our day S$)

Not only with our lips, but-lives, to praife

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"Tis there. our. Sovereigns, for a ignal day
The feat proclaim’d, their fignal thanks repay.

cs r the a ng ftreets we fee the-chariots wheel,

nd, fol lowing, think of Hezekiah ftill
In the blefs’d dome we meet the white ected choir,

In whofe es notes our ravith’d fouls afpire;
Side anfwering fide, we hear, and bear a-part,
AM] warm’d with language from the grateful hearts
Or raife the fong, whexe meeting keys rejoice,

fd teach the bafeto wed the treble woice.26 PARNE LIS POE as,

Art’s foftening echoes in the mufick found,
And, anfwering nature’s, from the roof rebor und,
Here clofe my verfe, the fervice afks no more,
‘Blefs thy good God, and. give the tranfport o’er.

HA BivA KK oi kK,

‘NOW leave the porch, to vifion now. retreat,

“Where the next faptre 8 Be with varying heat ;
Now change ao time, a 1 change.the temp] pe
‘The following Seer ee ewarns a future reion,

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indulge their holy flight, my fan cy runs
Some facred: college, Buk for ne! hd prayer,
And heavenly dream, the fecks Habakkuk thet

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Hears the word come, or fe e.fit within ;
Or fees the vifion, fram’d at angels’ hands,
Ands dread the judgments of revolted Jands : 4
Or holds a converfe, if the Lord appear,
And, like Elijah, wraps his face for fear

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This deep recefs portends an aét of we ent

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A meflage labouring with the work of fate.
ea the fkies have ile their lovely blue,

A. ftorm rides fiery, thick the clouds enfue.

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Fall’n to z ground, with proftrate face I |i
Oh! °’twere the fame in this to oeare and. die!
Bee eek the HEPES Ss vo My prayers cot mplatnH Ace 42. KL Be EK.

And mut, my God, thy forrowing fervant ftill
Quit my lone joys, to walk this world of ill?
Where fpoiling rages, ftrife and wrong command,
And the flack’d laws no longer curb the land?
At this a ftrange and more than human found
Thus breaks the cloud, and daunts the trembling ground,
Behold, ye Gentiles; wondering all behold,
What fearce ye credit, though the work be told ;
a lo,.the proud.Chaldean troops I raife,

o march the breadth, and all the region feize 5
eles as the prowling wolves, at lots of day,
And fwift as eagles in purfuit of prey.

As eaftern winds to blaft the feafon blow,
For. blood and rapine flies the dreadful foe;
Leads the fad captives, cauntlefs.as-the fand,
Derides the princes, and deftroys the land.

thefé, triumphant grown, offend me more,
And only thank the gods they chofe before.

Art thou not. holieft, a ere the prophet cries 3
Supreme, Eternal, of tl ae eyes?
And fhall thofe eyes th cked realms regard,

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Shall thefe fill ravage more and more to reign,

Draw the full net, and caft to All again?

As-watch-men filent fit, I wait to fee

How Gives my doubt, what {peaks the Lore
Then go, the Lord replies, fufpend.thy fears,

and write the vifion for a term of years:

Thy foes will feel their turn when thofe are paft,

Wait, though it tarry ; fare it comes at laf.~=—

  

   

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et the world:be ftill..
Here terror leaves me; with exalted he; ads
I breathe fine air, and find the vilion fled ;
The Seer withdrawn, inf{p} ind, and-ure “a to write,,
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By the warm influence of the facred fight,

His writing finifh’d, P *rophet-like
He brings-the. burden on the re
His hands a tablet and a

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volume bear,

The tablet t threatenings, and.the volume prayer
Both for the ten aple;. where, to fhun decay,
Enroll’d the works of in{piration lay.

And awful, oft he aes or marches flow,,.

While the dull’d n hears him preaeh their woe,
i by Be grave concern for all,
He fix’d his table on the facred wall.

Twas large infcrib "d, that thofe who run might read‘:

** Habakkuk’s burden, by the Lord decreed ;

*< For Judah’s fins. her empire. is no more,

«< The fierce Chaldeans Biche her realm in gore.”
Next to the prieft his volume he refien’d,

* Fwas prayer, with p praifes mix’d,

xd, to raife the mind ;
o facts recounted,

which. their fathers knew;,
T'was power in. wonders manifet to view ;
"Twas comfort, rais’d on love already patt,
And hope, that former love returns at laft,
The prietts within the prophecy convey’d,

The fingers” tunes tp join his anthem made,ity AC RGA AS K iG eh ee z3y-
Stear, and attend the words : and, holy Thou
That help’d the Prophet, help the Poet now.

O, Lord, who rul’ft.the world, with mortal ear.

ve heard thy judgments,.and I thake for fear.

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Came forward foie it horny-pointed beams :

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He looks: with anger, and the nations fly
From.the fierce fparklings of his dreadful eyes
He turns, the mountain thakes its awful brow c
Awful he turas, and ‘hills eternal bow,
How glory there, how terror here, difplays
His great unknown, yet everlafting ways }

I fee the fable tents along the ftrand
Where Cufhan wander d; defolately ftand ;
And Midian’s high pavilions fhake with sree
While the tam’d feas thy refcued nation tread.
What burit the path ? what made the Lord encage >
Could waters anger, feas incite thy rage,
‘Phat thus thine horfes force the foaming tide,
And all.the chariots of falvation ride?
‘Thy. bow was bare for what thy p-merey {wore +
"Fhofe oaths, that promife, ifrael had before.

The rock that felt thee cleav’d, the rivers flow,

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The wondering defert tends them beds below.
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Thy might the mountain’s heaving fhocks. confef{s’d,
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High thatter’d Horeb trembled o’er the reft.

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Great Jordan pafs’d its nether waters by,
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Stopt by thy wili, their heavenly courfe refrain :

oT ~ 4 Wis.” Sree be es .
Vhe vofce was man’s, yet both the voice obe y>

; a lS seh he So Meee
‘Till wars completed clofe the lengthen’d day.
‘Thy giitt ering pears, thy rattung darts prevail,

‘Thy {pears of thoneathe: and thy darts of hail,H- A.cBe AK +K U-K, 24

“Y'was thou that march’d againft their heathen band,
‘Rage in thy: vifage, and thy flail in hand ;

“Twas thou that went before to wound their head,
‘The captain follow’d where the-Saviour led.:” :
Torn_from their earth, they feel: the defperate wound,
-Aind power:unfounded fails for want of ground,
With village-war thy tribes, where’er.they go,
Diftrefs the remnant of the fcatter’d foe ;

Yet mad they rufh’d; as whirling wind defcends,
-And deem'd for friendlefs thofe the Lord -befriends,
Thy trampling horfe from fea to fea fubdue,

The bounding ocean left no more to do.

O, when I heard what thou vouchfaf’# to win,

With works of wonder muft be loft for fin.;

I quak'd through fear, the voice forfook my tongue,
Or, at. my lips, with quivering accent hung ;

Dry leannels entering to my marrow came,

And every laofening nerve unftrung my frame,

How fhall I reft, in what proteSting thade,

When the day comes, and hottile troops invade ?

‘Though neither bloffoms on the fig appear,

-Nor vines with clufters deck the purpling year;
‘hough all our labours olive-trees belie,

Though fields the fubftance-of the bread deny 5
Though flocks are fever’d from the filent fold,

And the rais’d ftalls no lowing cattle hold;

Yet fhall my foul be glad, in God rejoice,

Yet to my Saviour will I lift my voice-;

Yet to my Saviour ftill my temper fings,

What David {et to inftruments of flyings:

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The Lord's my ftreneth;: like hinds he: makes! my feet,

Yon mount ’s my refuge, I as fafely. fleet 5
.Or (if the fong ’s apply’d) he makes me ftill
Expect returning to Moriah’s hill.
In all this hymn what daring grandeur fhines,
What'darting glory rays among the lines :
What mountains, earthquakes} clouds, and fmokes are
feen,
What ambient fires conceal’ the Lord within ;
What working wonders give the promis’d places
And load the conduét of a ftubborn race!
In all the work a lively fancy flows,
O’er all the work fincere affection glows:
While truth’s firm rein. the courfe of fancy guides,
And o’er affection zeal divine prefides.
Borne on the prophet’s wings, methinks I’fly
Amoneft eternal Attributes on high :
And hére I touch at Love fupremely fair,
And now at. Power, anon at Mercy there;
So, like a warbling’ bird, my tunes I raife,
On thofe green boughs the Tree of Life difplays’;
“Whofé twelve fair fruits, each month*by turns receives,
And, for the nations’ héaling, ope their leaves.
Then be the nations heal’d,-for this I fing,
Defcending: foftly from. the prophet’s wing.
Thou, world, attend the cafe of Ifrael ; fee
°T will thus at large refer to God and ified:
if Love be fhewn. thee, turn thine eyes above,
And pay the duties relative to Love;
If Power be fhewn, and wonderfully fo,
‘Wonder and thank, adore, and bow below.
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If Power. that led thee now, no longer lead,
«But brow-bent Juftice draws the arming blade.
When Love is fcorn’d, when fin the fword provokes,
Let tears and prayers avert, or heal the firokes.;
‘If Jutftice leaves to wound, and thou to eroan,
Beneath‘new lords, in countries not thine.own,
Know this-for Mercy’s aét, and let your lays,
Grateful in al » recount the caufe of praife:
‘Then Love returns, and while no fins divide
The firm alliance,. power will thield thy fide. i
See the grand round of Providence’s care,
See realms affifted here, and punifh’d there;
O’er the.juft circle caft thy wondering eyes,

hank while you gaze, and ftudy to be wile.

HYMN FOR MORNIN

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EE the ftar-that leads the day,
Rifing, fhoots a golden ray,

To make the fhades of darknefs so
From heaven above and earth below;
4nd warn us early with the fight,
To leave the beds of filent night;
From an heart fincere and found,
From its very deepeft ground ;
-Send devotion up on high,

Wing’d with heat to reach the kk ye
See the time-for fleep has-run,
‘Rife before; or with the fun:
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“Uluftrates all the tracts of air;
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qT With quickening’ beams, upon thy breaft.s
BR And'kindly clean it all within,
From darker’ blemithes of fin ;
Hi) And fhine with grace until we view
3 Ti The realm it gilds with glory too.
T ‘See the day: that dawns in air,
ee RB Brings along its toil and care:
3 E -From the lap of night it {prings,
A With heaps of bafinefs on its wings; opal
Vv Prepare to meet them in a mind, — |
That bows fubmiffively rehign’d; |
BH ‘Phat would to works appointed’ fall, ! |
{ y ‘That knows that God has order’d all.
&« And whether, with a famll repatt,
& We break the fober morning fat;
& ‘Or in our thoughts and houfes lay
‘The future, methods of the day ;
F ‘Or early walk abroad.to meet
T -Our buiinefs, with induftrious feet:
7 Whate’er we think, whate’er we da,
“Ty His glory ftill be kept in view.
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fill whofe hearts are fix’d on thee,;HYMN FOR MORNING,

Who revere thy Son above,

Who thy Sacred Spirit love,. .

HYMN FOR NOON,

a HE fun is {wiftly mounted ‘high,

It glitters in the fouthern tky ;
Its beams with force and glory beat,
And fruitful earth is fill’d with heat.
Father, alfo with thy fire
Warm the cold, the dead defire,
And make the facred love of thee,
Within my foul, a fun to me.
Let it fitine fo fairly bright,
‘That nothing elfe be took for light;
‘That worldly charms be {een to fade,
Acnd in its luftre find a fhade.
Let it ftrongly fhine within,
To featter all the clouds. of fing}
That drive when guits of paffion rife,
And intercept it from our eyes,
Let its glory more than vie
With the fun that lights the {ky ;
Let it fwiftly mouat in air,
Mount with that, and leave it there;
And foar, with more afpiring flight, .
To realms of everlafting Light.
Thus, while here. I’m fore’d to be;,
I daily with to liye with thee;

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And feel that union which thy love |
Will, after death, complete above. |
From my foul I ferid my prayer,
Great Creator, bow thine ear ;
Thou, for whofe propitious fway
The world was taught to fee the day;
Who fpake the word, and earth begun,
And thew’d its beauties in the fun ;
With pleafure I thy creatures view,
And would, with good affection too 3.
Good affeétion fweetly free,

Loofe from them, and move to thee;

, teach me, due returns to give,

And to thy glory let me live;

And then my days fhall thine the more,.
Or pafs more bleffed than before.

HYMN FOR EVENING.

Tt HE beam-repelling mitts arife,
Andevening fpreads ob{curer fkies
The twilight will the night forerun, |
And night itfelf be foon begun.
Upon thy knees devoutly bow,
And pray the Lord of glory now,
To fill thy breaft, or deadly fin
May caufe a blinder night within.
And whether pleafing vapours rife,
Which gently dim the clofing eyes;

| WhichHYMN FOR EVENING,

Which makes the weary members blefs’d,
With fweet refrefhment in their reft ;
©r whether fpirits in the brain

Difpel their foft embrace again ;

And on my watchful bed I ftay,
Forfook by fleep, and waiting day ;

Be God for ever in my view,

nd never he forfake me too;

But ftill as day concludes in night,
To break again with new-born light;
His wondrous bounty let me find,
With fall a more enlighten’d mind;
When grace and love in one agree,
Grace from God, and love from me;
Grace that will from heaven infpire,
Love that feals it in defire :

Grace and love that mingle beams,
And fill me with encreafing flames.
Thou that haft thy palace far

Above the moon and every ftar,

Thou that fitteft on a throne

To which the night was never known,
Regard my voice and make me blefs’d,
By kindly granting its requeft.

If thoughts on thee my foul employ,
My darknefs will afford me joy,

Till thou fhalt call, and I fhall foar,
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W ITH kind compaffion.hear my cry,
O, Jefu, Lord of Life, on hi igh!

As when the fummer’s feafons beat,

With fcorching flame and’ parching heat ::
Phe trees are burnt, the flowers fade,
And thirfty gaps in ear th are made.

My thoughts of comfort languish fo,.

. And fo my foul is broke by woe.

‘Then on thy fervant’s drooping head
‘Thy dews of blefling {weetly thed ;
Let thofe a quick refrefhment give,
And raife my mind, and bid me live..

Wly dread of endlefs hell beneath :
My fenfe of forrow for my fin,
‘To f{pringing comfort, change within;

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My fears of danger, while I breathe, |

Change all my fad complaints for eafe,.
‘To chearful notes of endlefs praife ;
Nor let a tear mine eyes employ,

But fuch as owe their birth to joy:
Joy tranfporting, fweet, and ftrong,,
Fit to fill and raife my fong ;

Joy that fhall refounded be,

While days and nights fucceed for mes
Be not asa Judge fevere,THE SOUL IN soRRow,

On all my words and aétions look,

(I know they ’re written in thy book 32:
But then regard my mournful cry,

And look with Mercy’s ‘gracious cyes:
What needsimy blood; fince thine wilf dog.
To pay the debt to Juftice due?

O, tender Mercy’s art divine! '

Thy forrow proves the cure of mine !
Thy dropping wounds, thy woeful fmart;,
Allay the bleedings of my heart:

‘Ithy death, in death’s extreme of: pain,.
Rettores. my foul -to life again,

Guide me then, for here I‘burn;.

To make my ;Saviour fome return,

Til rife Gif that will pleafe him, ftill,.
And fure I ’ve heard him-own it will)3-
T-"ll trace his-fteps, and bear my crofs,,
Defpifing every grief. and lofs 3:

Since he, defpifing pain and fhame,

Firft.took up his,.and did the fame..

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EJ © W bDiefs‘d the man, how fully fo,.
’ As far as man is-blefs’d below,

Who, taking up his crofs, effays

Too follow Jefus all his days; .

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‘The Father of’ the faints above

Adopts-him with a father’s love,.

And makes: his bofom throughly thine

With wondrous ftores of grace divine ;

Sweet grace divine, the pledge of joy,

‘That will his foul above employ ;

Full joy, that, when his time is done;

Becomes his portion as a fon.

Ah me!. the fweet infus’d defires,

The fervid withes,. holy fires,

Which thus a melted heart refine,

Such are his, and fuch be mine.

From hence defpifing all befides

‘That earth reveals, or ocean hides

All that men in either prize,

On God alone he fets his eyes.

From hence his hope is on the wings,

His health renews, his fafety fprings,

His glory blazes up below,

find all the ftreams of comfort flow.
He calls his Saviour King above,

Lord of mercy, Lord of love;

And finds a kingly care defend,

find mercy file, and love defcend,

‘To chear, to guide him in the ways

Of this vain world’s deceitful maze :

And though the wicked earth difplay,

Its terrors in their fierce array ;

Or gape fo wide that horror fhows

Its hell replete with enlefs woes ;

SuchLHE BAPE Y MAW

Such fuccour keeps him clear of ill,
Still firm to good, and dauntlefs ftill,
So, fix’d by Providence’s hands, )
A rock amid an ocean ftands ;
So bears without a trembling dread,
The tempeft beating round its head;
And with its fide repels the wave,
Whofe hollow feems a coming grave :
The fkies,. the deeps, are heard to roar 3
The rock ftands fettled as before.
T, all with whom he has to do,
Adiire the life which bleffes you,
That feeds a foe, that aids a friend,
Without a bye defigning end;
Its knowing real intereft lies
On the bright fide of yonder fkies, .
Where, having made a title fair,
It mounts, and leaves the world to care;
While he that feeks for pleafing days,
In earthly joys-and evil ways,
Is but the fool of toil or fame,
(Though happy be the fpacious name)
And made by wealth, which makes him great,
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CHE WAY TO HAPPINESS

H OW long, -ye-miferable blind,
Shall idle dreams engage your mind ;.
How long the paffions make their flight:
At empty, fhadows of: delight.
No more.in paths of error ftray,
The Lord thy Jefus is. the way,
The fpring of happinefs, and where
Should men feek happinefs but there ?:
‘Then run te meet him at your need,.
Run with boldnefs, run with fpeed,
Eor he forfook his own abode
To meet thee more than half the road.
He laid afide his: radiant.crown,
And love for mankind:brought him dows:
‘To thirft and hunger, pain and woe,
‘To wounds, to death itfelf below ;
And he, that fuffer’d.thefe alone
For all the world, defpifes none.
‘To bid the foul, that’s fick, be clean,.
To bring the loft to life again ;
‘To comfort thofe that grieve for ill,,
Is his peculiar. goodnefs ftill,
And, as the thoughts of parents run:
Upon a dear.and only fon,.
So-kind a love his mercies thow;.
Soikind and more extremely fo,
‘Phrice:TRE, WAY 20 HAPPINESS,

Thrice happy men! (or find a phrafe
“That {peaks your blifs with greater
‘Who moft obedient to thy call,

- Leaving pleafures, leaving all,
“With heart, with foul, with ftrength incline,
‘O {weeteft Jef! to be thine.

Who know thy will, obfe

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rve thy ways,
And im thy feryice {pend their days ;

-Ev'n death, that feems to fet them. free,
_ But brings them clofer fill to thee,

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Bt ESSED light of faints on high,
Who fill the manfions of the tky ;
-Sure defence, whofe merey ftil]
Preferves thy fubjeé&ts here from ill;
‘Oh, my Jefus ! make me know
How to pay the thanks I owe,

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“With wanton play, th roug!

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“O’er wilds of danger learns to ro
Till, wearied out with idle fear,
And paffing there, and turning here,
He will, for, reft, to covert run,

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But mercy dropt the likenefs here,

- And ‘fhew’d, and fav’d me from my fear.

‘While o’er the darknefs of my mind

“The facred fpirit purely thin’d,

Aad mark’d and brighten’d all the way

Which leads to everlafting day ;

And broke the thickening clouds of fin,

eAnd fix’d.the light of loveswithin.
From ‘hence my ravith’d foul afpires,

‘And dates the rife of its defires.

‘From hence to.thee, my God! I turn,

-And.fervent wifhes fay I burn ;

-I burn, .thy! glorious face to fee,

And live in endlefs joy with thee.
There ’s no fuch ardent kind of flame

‘Between the lover and the dame;

Nor fuch affetien parents bear

‘To their young and only heir,

Though, join’d together, both confpire,

_And boaft a doubled force of fire,

My tender heart, within its feat,
 Diffolves before the feorching heat.;
As foftening wax is taught to run

Before the warmnefs of the fun.
Oh, my flame, my pleafing pain;

Burn and purify my ftain,

Warm me, burn me, day by day,

Till you purge my earth away ;

Till at the.lafi.I throughly fhine,

_And turn-a-torch of love divine.says”

   
  

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al don S’Son of God, to thee,
With all my foul, E bend my. knee ;
My with:I fend, my want impart,
And dedicate. my mind and heart :
For, as an abfent parent's fon,
Whole fecond year is only run,
When no protecting friend is near,
Void of wit, and void of :fear,
With things that hurt him fondly plays,
Or here he falls, or there he {trays ;
So fhould my foul’s eternal guide,
The facred-{pirit be leny’d,
Thy fervaut foon the lofs would know,
And fink in fin, or run to woe.
O, fpirit bountifully kind,
Warm, poffefs, and fll my mind ;
Difperfe my fins with light divine,
And raife the flames of love with thine;
. Before thy pleafures rightly priz’d,
Let wealth and honour be defpis’d;
_And let the Father’s glory be
More dear than life itfelf to me.
Sing of Jefus! Virgins, fing
-Him, your everlafting King!
“Sing of Jefus!-chearful youth,
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“Write, and raife a fong divine,

j ‘Or come and hear, and borrow mine,
i Son eternal » word fupreme,

“Who made the univerfal frame,

_ Heaven, and all its thining hhow,

‘ . Earth, and all it holds below :

) »Bow-with mercy, bow thine ear,

~ While we fing thy praifes here;

I Son. Eternal, ever-blefs’d

} . Refting on the Father’s breaft,

’ ~ Whofe tender love for all provides,
; j Whote power over all prefides ;

7} - Bow with pity, bow thine ear ;

i While we fing thy praifes, hear!

Thou, by pity’s foft extreme,
Mov’d, and won, and fet on flame,
Ho: Affum’d the form of man, and fel]

-In pains, to refcue man from hell ;
How bright thine humble glories rifg,
é . And match ‘the luftre of the fkies,
F om death and hell’s dejected ftate
Arifirtg, thou refum’d thy feat,
And golden thrones of blifs prepar’d
_ 4\bove, tobe thy faints’ reward.
How bright thy glorious honours rife,
And with new laftre grace the fkies!
‘For thee,. the {weet eraphic choir
Raife the voice, and tune the lyre,
find praifes with harmonious found
, Chrough ali the higheft heaven rebound,

aks xO make

JA DESIRE TO PRATSE,

O make our notes with theirs agree,
And blefs the fouls that fing of thee!
To thee the churches here rejoice, .
The folemn organs aid the voice: !
‘To facred roofs the found we raife,
‘The facred roofs refound thy praife:
And while our notes in one agree,

O! blefs the church that fings to thee

ON HAPPINESS IN THIS LIFE

— HE morning opens, very'frethly gay,

And life itfelf is in the month of M: aye
With green my fancy paints an arbour o’ er,
“And flowerets with a thoufand colours more 5
‘Then falls to weaving that, and {preading thefe,
And foftly fhakes them bees an ealy breeze.
With golden fruit adorns the bending fhade,
Or trails a filver water o’er its bed.
‘Glide, gentle water, {till more gently by,
While in this fummer-bower of blifs I lye, a
And {weetly fing of fenfe- delighting flames, Ee
And nymphs and fhepherds, foft invented naines ;
Or view the branches which around me twine,
And praife their fruit, diffufing fprightly wine;
Or find new pleafures in the world to praife,
And fill with this return adorn my lays;
“<< Range round your gardens of eternal {prin g,
=, Oo; range my fenfes, while I {weetly fing.” '

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In vain, in vain, alas! feduc’d by ill,
And ated wildly by the force of will!
I tell my foul, it will be conftant May,
And charm a feafon never made to ftay ;
My beauteous arbour will not ftand a ftorm,
‘The world but:promifes, and can’t perform ;
‘Then fade, ye leaves; .and wither, all ye flowers;
I ‘jl doat no longer in enchanted bowers ;
But fadly mourn, in melancholy fong,
The vain conceits that held my foul fo long.
The luits that tempt us with delufive thow,
And fin brought forth for everlafting woe.
Thus fhall the notes to Sorrow’s object rife,
While frequent refts procure a place for fighs ;
And, as I moan upon the naked plain,
Be this the burthen clofing every ftrain :
Return, my fenfes; range no more abroad;

He 7]! only find his blifs who feeks for God.

BN AS Me

PIA HE fleeting joys, which all affords below,
Work the fond heart with unperforming fhow;

The wifh that makes our happier life compleat,

Nor grafps the wealth nor honours of the great ;

Nor loofely fails on Pleafure’s eafy ftream,
Nor gathers wreaths from all the groves of fame ;
Weak man, whofe charms to thefe alone confine,
Attend my prayer, and learn to make it thine.

FromEB Oe? AS Ee Aye 259

From thy rich throne, where circling trains of light
Make day that ’s endlefs, infinitely bright ;
‘Thence, heavenly Father! thence with mercy dart hit
‘One beam of brightnefs to my longing heart. y
Dawn through the mind, drive Error’s clouds away,
find {till the rage in Paffion’s troubled fea ;

That the poor banifh’d foul, ferene and free,
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fay rife from earth, to vifit heaven and thee:

Come, Peace divine! thed gently from above,
Infpire my willing bofom, wondrous Love ;
Win eed AINMIANS tc xr 7 Tila
Thy purpled pinions to my fhoulders tye,
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And point the paffage where I w:

ant to fly
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But whither, whither now ! what powerful fire
Tas 2 a. aes
With this blefs’d influence equals my defire?

TI rife (or Love, the kind deluder, reions

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Earth leflening flies, the parting fkies retreat,
The fleecy clouds my waving feathers beat ;
And now the fun and now the ftars are gone,
Yet ftill methinks the fpirit bears me on,
Where tra&s of ether purer blue difplay, |
And edge the golden realm of native day.

Oh, ftrange enjoyment of a blifs unfeen*
Oh, ravifhment! Oh, facred rage within !
‘Tumultuous pleafure, rais’d on peace of mind,

Sincere, excefiive, from the world refin’d!
I fee the light that veils the throne on high,
A light unpiere’d by man’s impurer eye ;

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‘Then heads unnumber’d bend before the fhrine,
Miyfterious feat of Majefty divine !
And hands unnumber’d ftrike the filver firing,
é\nd tongues unnumber’d Hallelujah fing.
See, where the fhining Seraphims appear,
And fink their decent eyes with holy fear.
See flights of angels all their feathers raife,
And range the orbs, and, as they range, they praife ;
Behold the great Apoftles! {weetly met,
And high on pearls of azure ether fet.
Behold the Prophets, full of heavenly fire,
With wandering finger wake the trembling lyre;
And hear the Martyrs” tune, and all around
‘The church triumphant makes the region found.
With harps of gold, with bows of ever-green,
With robes of white, the pious throngs are feen ;
Exalted anthems all their hours employ,
4nd all is mufick, and excefs of joy.

Charm’d with the fight, I long to bear a part ;
‘The pleafure flutters at my ravifh’d heart.
Sweet faints and angels of the heavenly choir,
If love has warm’d you with ccleftial fire,
Affift my words, and, as they move along,
With Hallelujahs crown the burthen’d fong.

Father of all above, and all below, in
O great, and far beyond expreflion fo ;
No bounds thy knowledge, none thy power confine,
For power and knowledge in their fource are thine ;
Around thee glory fpreads her golden wing :
Sing, glittering angels, Hallelujah fing,we

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Son of the Father, firft-begotten Son,

Ere the fhort meafuring line of time begun,

The world has feen thy works, and joy’d to fee

The bright effulgence manifett in thee.

The world muft own thee Love's unfathom’d {pring ;

Sing, glittering angels, Hallelujah fing.

Proceeding Spirit, equally divine,

In whom the Godhead’s ful] perfect

ions fhine,
With various. graces,

comforts unexprefs’d,
With holy tran {ports you refine the breaft ;
And earth is heavenly where your gifts you bring,
Sing, glittering angels, Hallelujah fing.

But where ’s my rapture, where my wondrous heat, 6
What interruption makes my blifs retreat ? ‘
This world ’s got in, the thoughts of t? other ’s croft,
And the gay picture ’s in my fancy loft.

With what an eager zeal the con{cious foul

Would claim its feat, and, foaring, pafs the pole !
But our attempts thefe chains of earth reftrain,
Deride our toil, and drag us dawn again.

So from the ground afpiring meteors go,

And, rank’d with planets, light the world below;

But their own bodies fink them in the fky, .

When the warmth ’s gone that taught them how te fly,262 PARNELL’S POEMS.

O Nea Det Vein. EB Loo Nf,

BY MoE DAT A IoN GON

THE WOUNDS OF CHRIST:

H OLY Jefus! God of Love!
Look with pity from above
Shed the precious purple tide
¥rom thine hands, thy feet, thy fide ;
Let thy ftreams of comfort roll,
Let them pleafe and fill my foul.
Let me thus for ever be
Full of gladnefs, full of thee.
This, for which my wifhes pine,
ts the cup of love divine ;
Sweet affections flow from hence,
Sweet, above the joys of fenfe ;
Bleffed philtre! how we find
Its facred worfhips | how the mind,
Of all the world forgetful grown,
Can defpife an earthly throne ;
Raife its thoughts to realms above,
Think of God, and fing of love.
Love celeftial, wondrous heat,
O, beyond expreffion great!
What refiftlefs charms were-thine,
In thy good, thy beft defign !
WhenONT DAV NE SHOVE:

When God was hated, Sin obey’d,
And man undone without thy aid,
Frem the feats of endlefs peace
They brought the Son, the Lord of Grace ;
‘They taught him to receive a birth,
To cloath in fleth, to live on earth;
And after, lifted him on high,
And taught him on the crofs to die.
Love celeftial, ardent fire,
O, extreme of fweet defire!
Spread thy brightly raging flame
Through and over all my frame ;
Let it warm me, let it burn,
Let my corpfe to afhes turn;
And, might thy flame thus a& with me
To fet the foul from body free,
I next would ufe thy wings, and fly
To meet my Jefus in the tky,

ON QUEEN ANNE’S PEACE,

(Written in December, 1712*.)

M OTHER of Plenty, daughter of the fkies,

Sweet Peace, the troubled world’s defire, arite;

Around thy Poet weave thy fummer fhades,
Within my fancy fpread thy flowery meads ;

S4 Amonett

* This Poem received feveral corrections, in con-

fequence of hints from Lord Bolingbroke and Dr.
Swift. See the Dean’s «< Journal to Stella,’ Dec.
22, 17123 Jan. 31, and Feb, 39, 3712-33. N.264 PSAR NIE Ls’ p oO rxm’s.

 

ei : Amongft thy train foft Eafe and Pleafure bring,.
aN ) And thus indulgent footh me whilft I fing.

Great Anna claims the fong ; no brighter name
Adornsg the lift of never-dying fame ;
No fairer foul was ever form’d above ;
None eer was more the grateful nation’s love,
Nor lov’d the nation more. I fly with fpeed
‘To fing {uch lines as Bolingbroke may read,

On war difpers’d, on faction trampled down,
/ On all the peaceful glories of the crown.
oe And, if I fail in too confin’d a flight,

May the kind world upon my labours write,.
‘© So fell the lines which ftrove for endlefs fame,
‘* ‘Yet fell, attempting on the nobleft theme.”
Now twelve revolving years has Britain {tood,
With lofs of wealth, and vat expence of blood,
Iuropa’s guardian; fill her gallant arms
Secured Europa from impending harms.
kair honour, full fuccefs, and jut applaufe,
Purfued her marches, and adorn’d her caufe ;
Whilft Gaul, afpiring to ere& a throne
O’er other empires, trembled for her own;
Bemoan’d her cities won, her armies flain,
And funk the thought of univerfal reign.
When thus reduc’d the world’s invaders lie,
“4 | ‘The fears which rack’d the nations juftly die :
m Power finds its balance, giddy motions ceafe
In both the fcales, and each inclines to peaces
‘This fair occafion Providence prepares,
‘T'o anfwer pious Anna’s hourly prayers,

Which :ON QUEEN ANNE’S PEACE.

Which ftill on warm Devotion’s wings arofe,

And, reaching heaven, obtain’d' the world’s repofe.
Within thre vaft expanfion of the tky,

Where orbs of gold in fields of azure lie,

A. glorious palace thines, whofe filver ray,

Serenely flowing, lights the milky way 3,

Theroad of angels. Here, with {peedy care,

The fummon’d guardians of the world repair.

When Britain’s Angel, on the meilage fent,

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Spain’s parted realms to different monarchs fal]

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Fhe joy that fprings from certain hopes arofe,
Diffufive o’er the place ; complacent airs,
Sed:

ately {weét, were heard’ within the {pheres ;
And, bowing, all adore the fovereign mind;
fund fly to execute the-work defign’d.

This'dose, the Guardian on the wing repairs,
Where Anna fate, revolving publie cares
With deep concern of thought. Wnfeen he ftood,
Prefenting peaceful images of good ;
dn Fancy’s airy ftage, returning Trade,
A. funk Exchequer ll’d, an Army paid:
‘The fields with men, the men with plenty blefs’d,
The towns with riches, and the world with reft.
Such pleafing objeéts on her bofom play,
And give the dawn of glory’s golden day;
When66  PARNELE’S POEM 9,

‘When all her labours at their harvett fhown
Shall, in her fubjeéts” JOY. complete her own.
‘Chen breaking filence ; °Tis enough, fhe cries,
That war has rag’d to make the nations wife.
Heaven profpers armies whilft they fight to fave,
And thirft of further fame deftroys the brave;
The vanquith’d Gauls are humbly pleas’d to live,
And but efcap’d the chains they meant to give.
| | Now let the powers be ftill’d, and each poffefs'd
Of what fecures the common fafety beft.
So ff spoke the Queen ; then, fill’d with warmth divine,
She call’d her Oxford to the grand defign ;
Her Oxtord, prudent in affairs of ftate,
aa . Profoundly thoughtful, manifeftly great
; Yn every turn, whofe {teddy temper {teers
Above the reach of gold, or fhock of fears;
Whom no blind chance, but merit underftood,
By frequent trials, power of doing good ;
And will to execute, advanc’d on high,
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And make the nation, crown’d with glory, fee

Flow much it rais’d itfelf by raifing thee !

Now let the {chemes which labour in thy breaft,

‘The long Alliance, bleft with lafting reft :

Weigh all pretences with impartial laws,

find fix the feparate interefts of the caufe.
Thefe toils the graceful Bolingbroke attends,

A genius fafhion’d for the greateft ends ;

Whofe ftrong perception takes the fwifteh flight,

And yet its fwiftnefs ne’er ob{cures its fight;

. WhenON QUEEN ANNE’S PEACE.

When fchemes are fix’d, and each affign’d a part,
None ferves his country with a nobler heart ;
Juft thoughts of honour all his. mind control,
And expedition wings his lively foul.
On fuch a Patriot to confer the truft,
The Monarch knows it fafe, as well as juft.
Then next proceeding in her Agents’ choice,,
And ever pleas’d that worth obtains the voice,
She, from the voice ef high-diftinguith’d fames,.
With pious Briftol, gallant Strafford names :
One form’d to fttand a Church’s firm fupport,
‘The other fitted to adorn a Court :
Both vers’d in bufinefs, both of fine addrefs,
By which experience leads to great fuccefs ;:
And both to diftant lands the Monarch fends,
And, to their condu&, Europe’s peace commends.
Now fhips unmoor’d, to waft her Agents o’er,
Spread all their fail, and quit the flying fhore ;
The foreign Agents reach th’ appointed place,
‘The Congrefs opens, and it will be peace.
Methinks the war; like ftormy winter, flies,
When fairer months unveil the bluith fkies :
A flowery world the fweetett feafon {preads,
Asnd doves, with branches, flutter round their heads.
Half-peopled Gaul, whom numerous ills deftroy,
With wifhful heart, attends the promis’d joy.
For this prepares the Duke — ah, fadly flain,
“Tis grief to name him whom we mourn in vain :
No warmth of verfé repairs the vital flame,
For verfe can only grant a life in fame ;28 PARNELI’S POEMS.

Yet could my praife, like fpicy odours fhed,
¥n everlafting fong embalm the dead;
pe = | ‘To realms that weeping heard the lofs I’d tell,
3 i What courage, fenfe, and faith, with Brandon fell §
But Britain more than one for glory breeds,
And polith’d Talbot to the charge fucceeds ;
Whofe far-projecting thoughts, maturely clear,,
s 1 Like glaffes, draw their diftant obje&s near.
1 a i$ Good parts, by gentle breeding muclr refin’d,
a. / éxnd ftores of learning, grace his ample mind ;
: | 7 A cautious virtue regulates his ways,
| And honour gilds them with a thoufand rays..
a To ferve his nation, at his Queen’s command,
He parts, commiffion’d for the Gallick land:
With pleafure Gaul beholds him on her fhore,
And learns to love a name fhe fear’d before.
Once more aloft, there meet for new debates,
The Guardian Angels of Europa’s ftates
And mutual concord fhines in every face,
4 And every bofom glows with hopes of peace;
; While Britain’s fteps, in one confent, they praife,.
‘hen gravely mourn their other realms delays ;
Their doubtful claims, through feas of blood purfued,
‘Their fears that Gallia fell but half fubdued ;
And all the reafonings which attempt to fhow
That war fhould ravage in the world below.
a . ‘* Ah, fall’n eftate of man! can rage delight,
** Wounds pleafe thetouch, orruin charm the fight !
“« Ambition make unlovely Mifchief fair!
ee ** Or ever Pride be Providence’s care !

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When ftern Oppreffors range the bloody field,
*T is jut to conquer, and unfafe to yield :
Where fave the nations ; but no more purfue,
Nor in thy turn become Oppreffor too.”

Our rebel angels for Ambition fell,

And, war in Heaven produc’d a Fiend in Hell,
Thus, with a foft concern for man’s repofe,

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Then awful rife, combin’d with all their might,

‘To find what Fury, ’{cap’d the den of night,

The pleafing labours of their love withftands,

And {fpreads a wild diftraGtion o’er the lands.

Their glittering pinions found in yielding air,

And watchful Providence approves the care.

In Flandria’s foil, where camps have mark’d the plain,

The Fiend, impetuous Difcord, fix’d her reign ;

A. tent her royal feat. With full refort

Stern fhapes of Horror throng’d her bufy court ;

Blind Mifchief, Ambuth clofe concealing Ire,

Loud Threatenings, Ruin arm’d with fword and fires

Affaulting Fiercenefs, Anger wanting breath,

High reddening Rage, and various forms of death ;

Dire Imps of darknefs, whom with gore the feeds,

When war beyond its point of good proceeds.

In Gallick armour, call’d with alter’d name

Great love of Empire, to the field the came;

Now, fall fupporting Feud, the ftrives to hide

Beneath that name, and only change the fide :

But, as fhe whirl’d the rapid wheels around,

®WV here mangled limbs in heaps pollute the ground
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(A fullen joylefs fport) ; with {eaxching eye,

‘The fhining Chiefs regard her as they fly ;

‘Then, hovering, dart their beams of heavenly light:

‘She flarts, the Fury ftands confefs’d to fight ;

And grieves to leave the foil, and yells aloud,

He yells are anfwer’d by the fable.crowd ;

And all on bat-like wings (if Fame be true)

#rom Chriftian lands to Northern climates flew.
But rifing murmurs from Britannia’s fhore

With {peed recall her watchful Guardian.e’er.

‘He {preads his pinions, and, approaching near,

Thefe hints, in fcatter’d words, affault his ear:

‘The People’s power—The Grand Alliance crofs’d,

‘The Peace is feparate—Our Religion ’s loft.

Bed by the blatant voice along the tkies,

He comes, where Faction over cities flies ;

A talking Fiend, whom fnaky locks difgrace,

And numerous mouths deform her dufky face;

Whence Lies are utter’d, Whifper foftly founds,

Sly Doubts amaze, or Inuendo wounds.

“Within her arms are heaps.of Pamphlets feen,

And thefe blafpheme the Saviour, thofe the Queen;
Affociate Vices: thus with tongue and hand,

She fhed her venom o’er'the troubled land.

Now vex’d that.Difcord, and the baneful train
That tends on Difcord, fled the neighbouring plain,
She rag’d to madnefs ; when the Guardian came,
And downwards drove her with a fword. of flame.
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The mountain clofing o’er the Fury lies,

And ftops her paffage, where fhe means to rife s

“ind when fhe ftrives, or thifts her fide for eafe,

All Britain rocks amidft her circling feas.
Now Peace, returning after tedious woes,

Reftores the comforts of a calm repofe ;

‘Then bid the warriors fheath their fanguin’d arm,

Bid angry trumpets ceafe to found alarms:

Guns leave to thunder in the tortur’d alr,

Red ftreaming colours furl around the {pear ;

And each contending realm no longer jar,

But, pleas’d with reft, unharnefs all the war. ’
She comes, the Blefling comes; where’er the moves

New-fpringing Beauty all the land improves ;

More heaps of fragrant flowers the field adorn,

More {weet the birds falute the rofy morn ;
More lively green refrethes all the leaves,
And in the breeze the corn more thickly waves,
She comes, the Blefling comes in eafy ftate,
And forms of brightnefs all around her walt ;
Here {miling Safety, with her bofom bare,
Securely walks, and chearful Plenty there ;
Here wondrous Sciences with eagles’ fight ;
There Liberal Arts, which. make the world polite ;
And open Traffick, joining hand in hand,
With honett Induftry, approach the land.

O, welcome, long-defir’d, and lately found!
Here fix thy feat upon the Britith ground ;
Why thining train around the nation fend,
While by degrees the loading taxes end:

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While Caution calm, yet ftill prepar’d for arms,
And foreign Treaties, guard from foreign harms :
While equal Juftice, hearing every caufe,

Makes every fubje& join to love the laws.

Where Britain’s Patriots in Council meet,
Let public fafety reft at Anna’s feet:
Let @xford’s fchemes the path to Plenty fhow,
And through the realm increafing Plenty go.
Let Arts and Sciences in glory rife,
And pleas’d the world has leifure to be wife ;
Around their Oxford and their St. John ftand,
Like plants that flourifh by the Mafter’s hand :
fend fafe in hope the fons of Learning wait,
Where Learning’s felf has fix’d her fair retreat.
Let Traffick, cherifh’d ‘by the Senate’s care,
On all the feas employ the wafting air:
And Induftry, with circulating wing,
‘Through all the land the goods of Traffick ‘bring.
‘The bleflings fo difpos’d will long abide,
Since Anna reigns, and Harley’s thoughts prefide,
Great Ormond’s arms the fword of caution wield,
And hold Britannia’s broad-proteéting fhield ;
Bright Bolingbroke and worthy Dartmouth treat,
By stair difpatch, with every foreign State ;
And Harcourt’s knowledge, equitably fhown,
Makes Juftice call his firm decrees her own.
Thus all that Poets fancied Heaven of old,
May for the Nation’s prefent emblem hold :
‘There Jove imperial fway’d ; Minerva wile,
And Pheebus eloquent, adorn’d the tkies;ON QUEEN ANNE’S PEACE.

On arts Cyllenius fix’d his full delight,
Mars rein’d the war, and Themis judg’d the rights
All mortals, once beneficently great,
(As Fame reports) and rais’d in heavenly ftate 5
Yet, fharing labours, {till they fhunn’d repofe,
To fhed the bleffings down by which they rofe.
Tiluftrious Queen, how Heaven hath heard thy prayers!
What ftores of happinefs attend thy cares!
A Church in fafety fix’d, a State in reft,
A faithful Miniftry, a People blefs’d ;
And Kings, fubmiffive at thy foot-ftool thrown,
That others Rights reftore, or beg their own.
Now rais’d with thankful mind; and rolling flow,
In grand proceffion to the temple go,
By fnow-white horfes drawn ; while founding Fame
Proclaims thy coming, Praife exalts thy name 5
Fair Honour, drefs’d in robes, adorns thy ftate,
And on thy train the crowded nations wait ;
Who, preffing, view with what a temper’d grace
The looks of Majefty compofe thy face ;
And mingling fweetnefs fhines, or how thy drefs,
And how thy pomp, an inward joy confefs ;
Then, fill’d with pleafures to thy glory due,
With thouts, the chariot moving on, purfue.

As when the Phoenix from Arabia flown
(if any Phoenix were by Anna known)
His {pice at Phoebus’ fhrine prepar’d to lay,
‘Where’er their Monarch cut his airy way 5
‘The gathering birds around the wonder flew,

And much admir’d his fhape, and much his hue ;
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‘The tuft of gold that glow’d above his head,
His fpacious train with golden feathers fpread;
His gilded bofom, fpeck’d.wwith purple pride,
And both his wings in glofly purple dy’d:
He ftill purfues his way ; with wohdering eyes
The birds attend, and follow where he flies.
Thrice happy Britons, if at laft you know
Tis lefs to conquer, than to want a foe;

“That triumphs ftill aré. made for war’s decreafe,

When men, by conqueft, rife to views of peace;

That over toils for peace in view we run,

Which gain’d, the world is pleas’d, and war is done,

Fam’d Blenheim’s field, Ramillies’ noble feat,

‘Blaregni’s defperate act of gallant heat,

Or wondrous Winendale, are war purfued,

‘By wounds and deaths, through plains with blood
-embrued 5

But good defign, to make the world be ftill,

With human grace adorns the needful'ill.

This end obtain’d, we clofe the fcenes of rage,

And gentler glories deck the rifing age.

Such gentler glories, fuch reviving days,

The Nation’s wifhes, and the Statefman’s praife:

-Now pleas’d to fhine, in golden order throng,

Demand ourannals, and enrich our fong.

‘Then go where Albion’s cliffs approach the fkies,

‘(The’Fame of Albion fo deferves to rife);

And, deep engrav’d for time, till time fhall ceafe,

‘Upon the ftones their fair infcription place.

Iberia rent, the power of Gallia broke,

sBatavia.re{cued.from the threaten’d yoke;ON QUEEN ANNE’S PEATE.

he royal Auftrian rais’d, his realms reftor’d,

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Great Britain arm’d, triumphant and ador’d 5

Its ftate enlarg’d, its.peace reftor’d again,
Ave bieffings all adorning Anna’s Reign.

BO DR. Sew Pe

On his Bintu-Day, November 30, 17135

7 TROD by the warmth of Friendfhip’s facred flame,
“But more by all the glories of thy fame;

By all thofe offsprings of.thy learned mind,

In judgment folid, as in wit refin’d,

Refoly’d I fing. Though labouring up the way

To reach my theme, © Swift, accept my lay.

Rapt by the force of thought, and rats’d above,
‘Through Contemplation’s airy fields I rove 3.
Where powerful Fancy purifies my eye,

And lights the beauties of a brighter tky5

Frefh paints the meadows, bids green fhades afcend,
Clear rivers wind, and-opening plains extend;
Then fills its landfcape through the varied parts
With Virtues, Graces, Sciences, and Arts:
Superior Forms, of more than mortal ain.
More large than mortals, more ferenely fair.

Of thefe two Chiefs, the guardians of thy name,
Confpire-to raife thee to the point of fame.

Ye Future Times, I heard the filver found!

I faw the Graces form a circle round !

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Each, where fhe fix’d, attentive feem’d to root,
And ail, but Eloquence herfelf, was mute.
High o’er the reft I fee the Goddefs nfe,
Loofe to the breeze her upper garment flies:
By turns, within her eyes the Paffions burn,
And fofter Paffions languith in the turn:
Upon her tongue Perfuafion or Command,
And decent Action dwells upon her-hand.
From out her breaft (twas there the treafure lay)
‘She drew thy labours to the blaze of day ;
Then gaz’d, and read the charms fhe could infpire,
And taught the liftening audience to admire,
How ftrong thy fight, how large thy grafp of thought,
How jult thy fchemes, how regularly wrought;
How fure you wound when Ironies deride,
Which muft be feen, and feign to turn afide,
"Twas thus exploring fhe rejoic’d to fee
Her brightett features drawn fo near by thee :
“< Then here,”’ fhe cries, “‘ let future ages dwell,
«¢ And learn to copy, where they can’t excel.”
She fpake. Applaufe attended on the clofe:
Then Poefy, her fifter-art, arofe ;
Her fairer fifter, born i deeper eafe,
Not made fo much for bufinefs, more to pleafe.
Upon her cheek fits Beauty, ever young;
Vhe foul of Mufic warbles on her tongue ;
Bright in her eyes a pleafing Ardour glows,
And from her heart the fweeteft Temper flows ;
A laurel-wreath-adorns her curls of hair,
And binds their order to the dancing air sON DR. SWIFT’S BIRTH-DAY.

She fhakes the colours of her radiant wing,

And, from the Spheres, fhe takes.a pitch.to fing.
Thrice happy Genius his, whofe Works-have hit

‘The lucky point of Bufinefs and of Wit.

They feem like fhowers, which April months prepare

‘To call their flowery glories up to air:

‘The drops, defcending, take the painted bow,

And drefs with funfhine, while for good they flaw.

To me retiring oft, he finds relief

In flowly-wafting care and biting grief:

From me retreating oft, he gives to view

What eafes care and grief in others too.

Ye fondly grave, be wife enough to know,

e¢ Life, ne’er unbent, were but a life of woe.”

Some, full in ftretch for greatnefs, fome for gain,

On his own rack each puts himfelf to pain.

I?ll gently {teal you from your toils aw

Where balmy winds with {cents ambrofial play ;

Where, on the banks as cryftal rivers flow,
‘They. teach immortal amaranths to grow:
‘Then, from the mild indulgence of the fcene,
Reftore your tempers ftrong for toils again.

She ceas’d. Soft mufic trembled in the wind,
And fweet delight diffus’d through every mind:
The little Smiles, which ftill the Goddefs grace,
Sportive arofe, and ran from face to face.

But chief (and.in that place the Virtues blefs)
A. gentle band their eager joys exprefs:
tere, Friendfhip afks, and Love of Merit longs
To hear the Goddefles renew their fongs;
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Here great Benevolence to Man is pleas’d;
Thefe own their Swift, and grateful hear him prais’d,

   
  
 
 
 
 
  
  
  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
   
   
 
 

You gentle band, you well may bear your part,
You reign Superior Graces.in his heart.
O Swift! if fame be life (as well we know
That Bards and Heroes have efteem’d it fo)
} Thou cant not wholly die. Thy works will thine
To future times, and Life in Fame be thine,

On Bithop Burnut’s being fet on Fire in his Clofet.

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. ROM that dire wera, bane to Sarum’s pride,
Which broke his fchemes, and laid his friends afide,
cau Bt He talks and writes that Popery will-return,
i - And we, and he, and all his works will burn,
: What touch’d himfelf was almoft fairly prov’d:;
(Oh, far from Britain be the reft remov’d!)
For, as of late he meant to blefs the age
With flagrant Prefaces of party-rage,
O’er-wrought with pafhon, and the fubje&’s weight,
Lolling, he nodded in his elbow-feat ;
Down fell the candle; Greafe and Zeal confpire,
Heat meets with heat, and Pamphlets burn their Sire,
ere crawls a Preface on its half-burn’d maggots,
And there an Introduétion brings its fagcots:
‘Phen roars the Prophet of the Northern Nation,
Scorch’d by a flaming {peech on Moderation.
Unwarn’d by this, go on, the realm to fright,
‘Thou Briton vaunting in thy fecond-fight !GN, BISHOP BURNET:

Tn fuch a Miniftry you fafely tell,
How much you'd fuffer, if Religion fell..

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‘N airy fields, the fields of blifs below,.

Where woods of myrtle, fet by Maro, grow 5
‘Where gra{s beneath, and fhade diffus’d above,
Refrefh the fevers of diftratted love:

There, at a folemn tide, the beauties, flain.

By tender paffion, act. their fates again,

Through gloomy light, that juft betrays the grove,
In BNP | all dif{confolately rove :

They range the reeds, and o’er the poppies fweep,
That noc in ng bend beneath their load of fleep,

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ling with-a gentle face,

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And rivers gliding with a filent pace ;

Where Kings and Swains, by ancient authors fung,
Now chang’d to flowerets o’er the margin hung ;
The felf-admirer, white Narciffus, fo
Fades at the brink, his picture fades below :
In bells of azure, Hyacinth arofe ;
a young Adonis glows ;
Crocus fhone with a See ae 1e5
And leaves infcrib’d with Ajax’ haughty name.
A iad remembrance brings their lives to view,

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And, with their paffion, makes their tears renew 3
Unwinds the years, and lays the former f{cene,

Vhere, after death, they live for deaths again,
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Loft by the glories of her lover’s ftate,
Deluded Semele bewails her fate;
And runs, and feems to burn, the flames arife,
And fan with idle fury as the flies.
The lovely Czenis, whofe transforming thape
Secur’d her honour from a fecond rape,
Pe , Now moans the firft, with ruffled drefs appears,
: Feels her whole fex return, and bathes with tears.
L ‘Phe jealous Procris wipes a {eeming wound,
&, / tf Whofe trickling crimfon dyes the bufhy ground ;
aa Knows the fad fhaft, and calls before fhe LO,
To, kifs the favourite hand that gave the blow.
Where Ocean feigns a rage, the Seftian Fair

A Holds a dim tiper from a tower of air ;
4 A noifelefs wind affaults the wavering light,
The beauty tumbling mingles with the night. ,

Where curling thades for rough Leucate rofe,
With love diftragted tuneful Sappho goes ;
Sings to mock clifts a melancholy lay,

And with a lover's leap affrights the fea.

The fad Eryphile retreats to moan,
What wrought her hufband’s death, and caus’d her Own ;
Surveys the glittering veil, the bribe of fate,
4ind tears the fhadow, but fhe tears too late.

  

 

In thin’defien, and airy picture, fleet
The tales that ftain the royal houfe of Crete ;
‘To court a lovely Bull, Pafiphaé flies,
The {nowy phantom feeds before her eyes.
Loft Ariadne raves, the thread fhe bore
‘Trails on unwinding, as fhe walks the fhore; .Bete aye $2 ed eM

And Phedra, defperate, feeks the lonely groves,
‘To read her guilty letter while fhe roves ;

Red fhame confounds the firft, the fecond wears
A ftarry crown, the third a halter bears.

Pair Leodamia mourns her nuptial night

Of love defrauded by the thirft of fight ;

Yet, for another as delufive cries,

And, dauntlefs, fees her hero’s ghoft arife.

Here Thifbe, Canace, and Dido, ftand,

All arm’d with fwords, a fair, but angry band,
his {word a lover own’d; a father gave
‘The next ; a ftranger chane’d the laft to leave.

And there ev’n fhe, the Goddefs of the Groye,
Join’d with the phantom-fairs, affe&ts to reve,
As once, fer Latmos, the forfook the plain,

‘To fteal the kifles of a flumbering fwain:
Around her head a ftarry fillet twines,
And at the front a filver crefcent fhines.

Thefe, and a thoufand, and a thoufand more,
With facred rage recall the pangs they bore,
Strike the deep dart afrefh, and afk relief,

Or footh the wound with foftening words of grief,
At fuch a tide, unheedful love invades

The dark recefles of the madding fhades;
Through long defcent he fans the fogs around ;
His purple feathers, as he flies, refound.

‘The nimble beauties, crouding ali to gaze,
Perceive the common troubler of their eafe ;
‘Though dulling mifts and dubious day deftroy
‘The fine appearance of the fluttering boy,

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32 PA.RN EE L*s P OEM Si.

‘Though all the pomp that elitters at his fide,
The golden belt, the clafp and quiver hide ;
And though the torch appear a gleam of white,
‘That faintly {pots, and moves-in hazy night,
Yet fill they know the god, the general foe,
And threatning lift their airy hands below.

From hence they lead him where a myrtle ftood,
‘Lhe faddeft myrtle in the mournful wood ;
Devote to vex the gods, -twas. here before
Kicli’s.awful Emprefs foft Adonis Bore.

Vhen the young hunter fcorn’d her graver. air,

And only Venus warm’d his thadow there.

Fix’d to the trunk. the tender boy they binds
‘They cord*his feet beneath,. his hands behind $
He mourns, but vainly mourns his anery fate,
For Beauty, ftill-relentlefs, a&ts in hate.
‘Though no offence be done, no judge be nigh,
Love muft be guilty by the common crys
For all are pleas’d, by partial Paffion led,
‘To fhift their follies on another’s head.

Now fharp reproaches ring their fhrill alarms,
And all the heroines brandith all their arms 3
find every heroine makes it her decree, ‘
Phat Cupid fuffer juft the fame as fhe. ’
‘To hx the defperate halter one eflay’d,
One feeks to wound him with an empty blade.
Some headlong hang the nodding rocks of air,
They fallin fancy, and he feels defpair.
Some tofs the hollow feas around his head
(The feas that want a wave afford.a dread).Bo De Sy EUs WT

Or thake the torch, the fparkling fury flies,
And. flames that never burn’d affli& his. eyes.
The mournful Myrrha burfts her rended womb,

And drowns his vifage in a moift perfume.

While others, feeming mild, advife to wound
With humorous pains by fly derifion found.

That prickling bodkins teach the blood to flow,
From whence the rofes firft begin to glow ;.

Or in their flames, to finge the boy prepare,

That all thould chufe by wanton Fancy where,

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The lovely Venus,. witha bleeding breaft,
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She too.fecurely through the circle preft,
Forgot the parent, urg’d-his hafty fate,
And fpurr’d the female rage beyond debate ;
O’er all her {cenes of frailty {wiftly runs,
Abfolves herfelf, and makes.the crime her fon’s,
‘That clafp’d in chains with Mars fhe chanc’d to lie,.
4. noted fable of the laughing fky;
‘Fhat, from her love’s-intemperate heat, began
Sicanian Eryx, born a favage man;
The loofe Priapus, and the monfter-wight,
In whom the fexes fhamefully unite.

Nor words fufiice the Goddefs of the Fair,
She {naps the rofy wreath that binds her hair ;
‘Then on the Ged, who fear’d a fiercer woe,
Her hands, unpitying, dealt the frequent blow
From all his tender fkin a purple dew
‘The dreadful fcourges of the chaplet drew,
From whence the rofe, by Cupid ting’d before,
Now, doubly tinging, flames with luftre more.2% PARNELL’S POEMS,

Here ends their wrath, the parent feems fevere,
The ftroke’s unfit for little Love to bear;
‘To fave their foe the melting Beauties fly,
And, cruel Mother, fpare thy child, they cry.
‘To Love’s account they plac’d their death of late,
And now transfer the fad account to Fate:

‘The Mother, pleas’d, beheld the ftorm allwage,
‘Thank’d the calm mourners, and difmifs’d her rage.
‘Thus Fancy, once in duiky fhade.exprefs’d,

With empty terrors work’d the time of reft.
Where wretched Love endur’d a world of woe,
For all a Winter’s length of night below.

‘Then foar’d, as fleep diffolv’d, unchain’d away,
And through the Port of Ivory reach’d the day.
As, mindlefs of their rage, he flowly fails

On pinions cumber’d in the mifty vales ;

(Ah, fool to light!) the Nymphs no more obey,
Nor was this region ever his to {way :

Cait ina deepen’d ring they clofe the plain,
And feize the god, reluctant all in vain.

THEJUDGEMENT OF PARIS.

V HERE waving pines the brows of Ida fhade,
The fwain, young Paris, half fupinely laid,

Saw the loofe flocks through fhrubs unnumber’d rove,

And, piping, call’d them to the gladded grove.
°T was there he met the meflage of the fkies,
That he, the Judge of Beauty, deal the prize.

‘The meflage known ; one Love with anxious mind»

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Drew forth her proud white fwans, and trac’d the pair

hat wheel her chariot in the purple air:
A. golden bow behind his fhoulder bends,
A golden quiver at his fide depends ;
Pointing to thefe he nods, with fearlefs ftate,
Amd bids her fafely meet the grand debate.
Another Love proceeds, with anxious care,
To make his ivory fleek the fhining hair ;
Moves the loofe curls, and bids the forehead fhow,
In full expanfion, all its native fnow.
A third enclafps the many-colour’d ceft,
And, rul’d by Fancy, fets the filver vet ;
When, toher fons, with interm: gled fighs,
‘The Goddefs of the rofy lips applies.

“Tis now, my darling boys, a time to fhow
‘The love you feel, the filial aids you owe:
Yet, would we think that any dar’d to ftrive
For charms, when Venus and her Love ’s alive?
Or fhould the prize of Beauty be deny’d,
Has Beauty’s Emprefs aught to boatt befide ?
And, ting’d with poifon, pleafing while it harms,
My darts I trufted to your infant arms ;
If, when your hands have arch’d the golden bow,
‘The World’s.great Ruler, bending, owns the blow,
Let no contending form invade my due,
Tall Juno’s mien, nor Pallas eyes of blue.
But, grac’d with triumph, to the Paphian fhore
Your Venus bears the palms of congueft o’er ;
And joyful fee my hundred altars there,
With coftly gums perfume the wanton air,

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ae While thus the Cupids hear the Cyprian Dame,
2 The groves refounded where a Goddefs came.
The warlike.Pallas march’d with mighty ftride,

Her fhield forgot, her helmet laid afide.

Her hair-unbound, in eurls and order flow’d,

And Peace, or fomething like, her vifage fhew’d 5
| So, with her eyes ferene, and hopeful hafte,
‘The long-ftretch’d alleys of the wood fhe trac’d ;
S / But, where the woods a fecond entrance found,
oe ' With fcepter’d pomp and golden glory crown’d,
| The ftately Juno ftalk’d, to reach the feat,

And hear the fentence in the laf debate ;

And long, feverely long, refent the grove ;

In this, what boots it fhe ’s the wife of Jove?

Arm’d with a grace at length, fecure to win,

The-lovely Venus, fmiling, enters-in;
All fweet and fhining, near the youth the drew,
Her rofy neck ambrofial odours threw ;

‘The facred {cents diffus’d among the leaves,

Ran down the woods, and fill’d their hoary cavess
‘The charms, fo amorous all, and each fo great,
The conquer’d Judge no:longer keeps his feat;
Opprefs’d with light, he drops his weary d eyes,
-And fears he fhould be thought to doubt:the prize.ON MRS..ARABELLA FERMOR
EAVING LONDON,

FE ROM town fair Arabella flies
The beaux unpowder’d grieve:

The rivers play before her eyes.;

The breezes, foftly breathing, rife;

The Spring begins to live,

‘Her lovers fwore, they muft expire
Yet quickly find their eafe.;
or, as fhe goes, their flames retire,
O

ve sae s before a nearer fire,
Efteem by diftant rays.

Yet foon the:fair-one will-return,
When Summer quits the plain :s

Yer » pour the weeping urn ;

iy ee reezes, fadlyfighing, mourn;
Ye lovers, burn again.

*Tis conftancy enough in love

That Nature ’s fairly fhewn :
‘To. fearch for more, will fruitlefs prove;
Romances, and the turtle doye,

Ihe yirtue boaft alone.<a

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U PON a bed of humble clay,

In all her garments loofe,
A proftitute my mother lay,
To every comer’s ufe.

Till one gallant, in heat of love,
His own peculiar made her ;
And to a region far above,
And fofter beds, convey’d her.

But, in his abfence, to his place
His rougher rival came ;

And, with a cold conftrain’d embrace,
Begat me on the dame.

i then appear’d to public view
A creature wondrous bright;
But fhortly perifhable too,

Inconftant, nice, and light.

On feathers not together faft
I wildly flew about,

And from my father’s country pafs’d
To find my mother out.

Where her gallant, of her beguil’d,
With me enamour’d grew,
And I, that was my mother’s child,
Brought forth my mother too.C OF iE ON i S
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Py ESIOD,. or the Rife of Woman, - Page §
Song, - = - - T4, 15,
Anacreontic, - zs 2 - 16—19.
A Fairy.Tale, in the ancient English Style, 20 =
The Vigil of Venus, - - = 29;
Battle of the Frogs and Mice, - - 37
To Mr. Pope, = = - 54
Part of the firft Canto of the Rape of the Lock
tranflated; - - - ST
Health, an Eclogue, = - -
The Flies, an Eclogue,
An Elegy to an old Beauty,
The Book-worm, -
fin Allegory on Man, =
An Imitation of French Verfes,
A Night-piece on Death, -
Hymn to Contentment, -
The Hermit, -
Piety, or the Vifion,
Bacchus, es A S
The Horfe and the Olive, ~
Dr. Donne’s third Satire verfified,
The Gift of Poetry, -
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Mofes, “

Deborah, - -

Hannah, =
David, -
Solomon, ~

Jonah, : =

Hezekiah, ~
Habakkuk, ~
Hymn for Morning,
Hymn for Noon, -
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The Way to Happinefs,

The Convert’s Love,

A Defire to Praife, sf

On Happinefs in this Life,

Extacy, €

The Happy Man, -

On Divine Love, by meditating on the Wounds

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On Queen Anne’s Peace, Anno 1712,

To Dr. Swift, on his Birth-day
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On Bithop Burnet’s being fet on Fire inhis Clofet,

Elyfium, ~
The Judgment of Paris,

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EO. EIS GRACE

THOMAS, DUKE OF NEWCASTLE.

MYL ORD,

JHE honours of your ancient’and illuftrious fa-
mily, which that noble writer, Algernon Sidney,
places among the firft in thefe kingdoms for preroga-
tive of birth, the titles which you have long worn with
diftinguifhed luftre, and the high ftation which you
have many years filled, and now fill, in the government,
give your Grace a juft preheminence in the commu-
nity; but they are-excellencies of a more exalted kind
to which this tribute of my refpett is paid. Your early
zeal in the caufe of kberty, which manifefed itfelf
at the clofe-of a late reign, when the worft of {cl
were promoted againft-this nation by the worit of men,
the affociation (of which I had the honour to be an
humble member) into which you then entered, with
fome others, eminent for their birth, fo
knowledge, for fecuring the fucceffioiy of the
Hanover to the throne of thefe kingdoms, your tafte
of ufeful and polite kiterature, and the encouragement
which you have been always ready to give to it, your
friendly regard to, and connection with, that uni-
verfity which has been the nurfe of the greateft ftatef-
men, heroes, philofophers, and poets, of Englith
growtn, and the open liberality of your heart on all
laudable294 DE DiC -A TIT © NK

laudable occafions, muft give you a place in the affec-

tions of all Englishmen who know the intereft of their

‘native country-: and to thofe virtues, more than to the
private friendfhip with which your Grace. has long
honoured me, I make this offering of the few poetical ©
Pieces which were the produce of my leifure, but fome |
, ‘of my moft pleafant, hours: your Grace will be able _
to diitinguihh thofe which have been printed before, |
J from thofe which now make their firft appearance: and |
| T number among the felicities of my days this oppor- ;
; ‘tunity of approaching you with fomething perhaps not |
: ‘unworthy your acceptance,; and I have the honour to¥
este 2 ‘be,

| & ar My Lord,
Your Grace’s
moft devoted, obliged,
| -and ‘moft humble fervant,
; April, 1748.
AMBROSE PHILIPS.PAS POA LT POLMS.

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«© Noftra nec erubuit fylyas habitare Thalia.”
Virc. Ecl. 6.

prerre r eeA re:

T T is fomewhat ftrange to conceive, in an age fo ad-
4 ged to the Mufes, how Paftoral Poetry comes to
be never fo much as thought upon ; confidering efpe-
cially, that it is of the greateft antiquity, and hath ever
been accounted the foremoft, among the fmaller poems,
in dignity. Virgil and Spenfer made ufe of it asia
prelude to Epic Poetry: but, I fear, the innocency of

the fubject makes it fo little inviting.

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There is no kind of Poem, 1f happ1!) executed, but
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sives delight; and herein may tne aftoral boatt after

in Painting, fo in Poetry,

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‘and violence, but more of a fedate and quiet harmonys
and, therefore, do they rather befriend contemplation.
In like manner, the Paftoral Song gives a fweet and
gentle-compofure to the mind; whereas the Epic and
Tragic Poems, by the vehemency of their emotions,
yaife the {pirits into a ferment.
‘To view a fair ftately palace, ftrikessus indeed with
admiration, and {wells the foul with notions of gran
deur : ‘but when I fee a little country-dwelling, advan
tageoufly fituated amid a beauteful variety of hills,
‘meadows, fields, woods, and rivulets, I fee! an-an-
fpeakable fort of fatisfa&tion, and cannot forbear wifhing
my kinder-fortune would place me in fuch a fweet re-
tirement.
‘Theocritus, Virgil, and Spenfer, are the only Poets
‘who feem to have hit upon the true nature of Pafto-
ral Compofitions: fo that it will be fufficient praife17 297° 1

TT H-E- Pik ST PAST OCR AL:

LOBBIN.

YF we, O Dorfet, quit-the city-throng,
To meditate:in fhades the rural fong,
‘By your.command, be prefent.: and, O bring
The Mufe along! The Mufe-to you fhall fing:
Her influence, Buckhurft, let me there obtain,
And I forgive the fam’d Sicilian Swain.
Begin.—In unluxurious times of yore,
“When flocks and herds were no inglorious tore,
Lobbin, a fhepherd-boy, one evening fair,
As weftern-winds had.cool’d the fultry air,
His number’d fheep within the fold now,pent,
Thus plain’d him of his dreary difcontent ;
Beneath a hoary poplar’s whifpering boughs,
He, folitary, fat:to breathe his vows,
‘Venting the tender anguith of his heart,
As paffion taught, in accents free of art.:
And little did he hope, while, night by night,
His fighs were Javifh:d thus.on Lucy-bright.
«¢ Ah, well-a-day ! how long muft I endure.

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'4¢ This pining pain? Or who thall {peed my cure? 20

<¢ Fond love no cure will have, feek no repofe,

-4¢ Delights in grief, nor any meafure knows:

And now the moon begins in clouds to rife ;

The brightening ftars inereafe within the fkics; 24
6° The298 A. PHILIPS’S POEMS.

 

«¢ The winds are hufh; the dews diftil; and fleep
“¢ Hath clos’d the eyelids of my weary fheep:
<¢ J only, with the prowling wolf, conftrain’d

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All-night to wake: with hunger he is pain’d, 28
¢ And, with love, His hunger he may tame;
“«« But who-can quench, ‘O cruel Love, thy fame?
‘«¢ Whilom did I, all as this poplar fair,

‘66 Up-raife my heedlefs head, then void of care,

“¢ "Mong ruftic routs the chief for wanton games
€¢. Nor could they: merry:make, till Lobbin came.
‘«¢ Who better feen than I in fhepherds’ arts,
“<¢ To pleafe the: lads, and win the laffes’ hearts? 46.)

 

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«<€ Wont they, upon-the green, to shift their feet ?

«© And, weary’d in the dance, how would they yearn @
Some well-devifed tale from me to learn? 49 i
“¢ For many fongs and tales of mirth had I,

To chace the loitering fan adown the fky :

But, ah! fince Lucy coy, deep-wrought her fpicht
Within my heart, unmindful of delight 44.9
The jolly grooms I fly, and, all alone,

‘€ ‘To rocks and woods pour forth my fruitlefs moan,

“«* Oh! quit.thy wonted feorn, relentlefs Fair!

*¢ Ere, lingering long, I perifh through defpair. 48

‘* Had Rofalind been miftrefs of my mind,

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O think, unwitting maid, while yet is time,

How flying years impair thy youthful prime! 52
Thy virgin-bloom will not for ever ftay,

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The flowers, anew, returning feafons bring!
But beauty faded has no fecond fpring.
My words are wind! She, deaf to all my cries,
‘Takes pleafure in the mifchief of her eyes.
Like frifking heifer, loofe in flowery meads,
She gads where’er her roving fancy leads 5 60
Yet ftill from me. Ah me, the tirefome chace!
Shy as the fawn, fhe fies my fond embrace.
She flies, indeed, but ever leaves behind,
Fly where fhe will, her likenefs in my mind. 64.
No cruel purpofe, in my fpeed, I bear;
Tis only love; and love why thould’ft thou fear?
What idle fears a maiden-breaft alarm!

tay, fimple girl: a lover cannot harm. 68
Two {pertive kidlings, both fair-fleck’d, I rear;
Whofe fhooting horns like tender buds appear:
A lambkin too, of fpotlefs fleece, I breed,
4¢ And teach the fondling from my hand to feed: 72
Nor will I ceafe betimes to cull the fields
Of exery dewy fweet the morning yields:
From early {pring to autumn late fhalt thou
Receive gay girlonds, blooming o’er thy brow: 76
And when,—But, why thefe unavailing pains?
The gifts, alike, and giver, fhe difdains :
And now, left heirefs of the glen, fhe’ ll deem
Me, landlefslad, unworthy her efteem : 80
Yet, -was fhe born, like me, of fhepherd-fire; —
And Imay fields and lowing herds acquire.
O! would my gifts but win her wanton heart,
Or could I half the warmth J feel impart, 34

: ' 66 HowBoo APA UTP S*s POE Ms.

**¢ How would I wander, every day, to find

“€€ The choice of wildings, blufhing through the rind‘
“¢ For gloffy plumbs how lightfome-climb the tree,
How ritk the vengeance of the thrifty bee! 33

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“<¢ ‘Thou-Lobbin’s flock, ‘and Lobbin, thalt poffefs ;
And, fair. my. flock, nor yet uncomely, Je
‘¢ If liquid fountains flatter not; and why 92
*¢ Should liquid fountains fatter us, yet fhow

“*¢ ‘The bordering flowers lefs beauteous than they grow?
“€* O! come, my love; nor think th’ employment mean,
““¢ The dams to milk, and little lambkins wean; 96
«« ‘To drive a-field, by morn, the fattening ewes,

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Ere the warm fun drink-up the cooly dews,

While, with my pipe, and with my voice, I chear
Each hour, aud through the day detain thine ear. ‘100 |
How-would the crook befeem thy lily-hand !
How would my younglings round thee gazing ftand 1
Ah, witlefs younglings | gaze not on her eye: i
Thence all my forrow ; thence the death I die. 104.
O, killing beauty! and ©, fore defire!

Muft then my fufferings, but with life, expire?
Though blofioms.every year the trees adorn,

Spring after {pring I wither, nipt with {corm : 108
Nor trow I when this bitter blaft will end,

Orif yon flars will eer my vows befriend.

Sleep, fleep, my flock; for happy ye may take
Sweet nightly reft, though ftill your mafter wake.” 112
Now to the waning moon, the nightingale,

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The love-fick Shepherd, liftening, felt relief,
Pleas’d with fo {weet a partner_in his-grief,. 116
Till, by degrees, her notes and filent night

To flumbers foft his-heavy heart invite.

Toe a CORN De Pao tok AG,
Pot NO. CO TN Ei.

T HE NO T
¥S it rot’ Coline I lonefome fee, -
Leaning, with folded arms againft the tree ?
Or is it age of late bedims my fight ?
‘Tis Colinet, indeed,.in woeful plight.
Thy cloudy look, why melting into tears,.
Unfeemly, now the fky fo bright appears ?
Why in this: mournful manner art:thou found,
Unthankful lad, when all things fmile around?
Or hear’ft not lark and linnet jointly fing,
Their: notes blithe-warbling to falute the {pring ?°
C OREN EE:
Though. blithe their notes, not fo my wayward fate ;
Nor lark would fing, nor linnet, in my ftate, 12-
Each creature, Thenot,.to his tafk is born,
As they tomirth and mufic, Ito mourn,
Waking, at midnight, I my woes renew,
My tears oft’ mingling with the falling dew. 16

THENOT,qe2 AL PHIET FPsS’s PoE mM s.

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Small caufe, T ween, has lufty youth to plain ;
Or who may, then, the weight of eld fuftain,
When every flackening nerve begins té fail,
And the load prefleth as our days prevail ? 20
Yet, though with years my body downward fend,

\ As trees beneath their fruit, in autumn, bend;

Spite of my fnowy head, and icy veins, 4

My mind a chearful temper ftill retains :

: And why fhould man, mifhap what will, repine,

 

Sour every fweet, ahd mix with tears his wine ? |
But tell me, then; it may relieve thy woe, 1
To let a friend thine inward ailment Know. 255
tad Bh i Cony W ©, :
° Idly “twill wafte thee, Thenot, thé whole day,
Shouldft thou give ear to all my gtief éan fay.
‘Thine ewes will wander; ahd the heédlefs lambs, i
In loud complaints, require their abfent dams. 324
LOWE NS Oor:
See Lightfoot; He fhall tend them clofe: and I,
Tween whilés, acrofs the plain will glance mine eye. ‘
| Clo LE NET:
Where to begin I know not, where to end.

Does there one fmiling hour my youth attend ! 36
Though few my days, as well my follies fhow, |

Yet are thofé days all clouded o’er with woe;

No happy gleam of funfhine doth appear,

My lowering fky, and wintery months, to cheer. 40°
My piteous plight in yonder naked tree,
Which bears the thunder-fcar, too plain I fee:

Quite ~

  

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Quite deftitute it ftaxids of fhelter kind,

The mark of ftorms;-and {port of every wiitd :

The riven trunk feels-not th’ approach. of {pring ;

Nor birds among the léaflefs branches fing :
No-more, beheath'thy thade, fhall fhepherds throngs

With jocund tale, or pipe, or pleafing fong. 48
Ill-fated tree.! and More ul-fated 1]!
From thee,. froin me, alike the fhepherds fly.

hm bw OT.
Sure thou in haslefs hour of time watt born,-
When blighting mildews fpoil the rifing corn,.
Or blafting winds o’er bloffom’d hedge-rows pafs,-
To kill the promis’d fruits, and feorch the grafs,
Ot when the moon, by wizard charm’d, forefhows,
Blood-ftain’d:in foul eclipfe, impending woes.
Untimely born, ill-hck betides three full.

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And can there, Thehot, be a greater ill?’

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Nor fox, nor wolf, nor rot. among our fheep,

From this good thepherd’s care his flock may keep :
Againft ill-luck, alas! all forecaf fails ;
Nor toil by day, nor watch by night, avails,

CO HOLE Wie, Bs
Ah me, the while! ah me, the lucklefs day! ;
Ah, lucklefs lad! befits me more to fay.
Unhappy hour! when, frefh in youthful bud,
I left, Sabrina fair, thy filvery flood.
Ah, filly I! more filly than my fheep,

Which on thy flowery banks I wont to keep.eg

 

seu A. CP IAL PPS Ss POEM <.
Sweet are thy banks! Oh, when fhall I, once more,,
With ravifh’d eyes review thine amell’d fhore ?

When, in the cryftal of thy water, {can

Each feature faded, and my colour wan * 7%
When fhall I fee my hut,. the fmall abode

Myfelf did raife; and cover o’er with fed > |
Small though it be, a mean and humble cell,

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Yet is there room for peace and me to dwell. 76
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And what enticement charm’d thee, far away.. |

From thy lov’d home, and led thy heart aftray ?
C-0).b toner,

A lewd defire, ftrange lads and. fwains to know:

Ah, God! that ever I thould covet woe! So

With wandering feet unbleft, and fond of fame, :

I fought I know not what befides a name.

TH EN OT.
Or, footh to fay, didft thou not hither roam

In fearch of gains more plenty than at home ? 84

A rolling-ftene ts, ever, bare of mofs;

find; to their coft, green years old proverbs crofs.
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Smal! need there was, in random fearch of gain,

To drive my piming flock athwart the plain,

To diftant Cam. Fine gain at length, I trow;

To hoard up to myfelf fuch deal of woe!

My fheep quite fpent, through travel and ill-fare,

And, like their keeper, ragged grown and bare, 9

The damp,, cold greenfward, for my nightly bed, :

And fome flant willow’s trunk to reft my head.Pode -S AYO Rees. 305

Hard is to bear of pinching cold the pain;
And hard is want to the unpractis’d {wain : 96
But neither want, nor pinching cold, is hard,
To blafting ftorms of calumny compar’d : j
Unkind as hail it falls; the pelting fhower
Deftroys the tender herb, and budding flower. Too
Te. Wi BeNn), O¢t
Slander we fhepherds count the vileft wrong:
And what wounds forer than an evil tongue ?

Cro iW ae.
Untoward lads, the wanton imps of fpite,
Make mock of all the ditties I indite. 104.
In vain, © Colinet, thy pipe, fo thrill,
Charms every vale, and gladdens every hill:
In vain thou feek’ft the coverings of the grove,

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n the cool fhade to fing the pains of love : 108
Sing what thou wilt, ill-nature will prevail;

And every elf hath fkill enough to rail:

/ But yet, though poor and artlefs be my vein,

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: Menalcas, lord of thefe fair fertile plains,

Mere

Menalcas feems to like my Simple ftrain : YI2 \i
And, while that he delighteth in my fong,

) Which to the good Menalcas doth belong,
Nor night, nor day, fhall oe rude mufic ceafe ;

Yafk no more, fo I Menalcas pleafe. 116

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releryes the fheep, and o’er the fhepherds reigns

(Por him our yearly wakes, and feafts, we hold,

And choole the faireft firftling from the fold:
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He, good to all, who good deferve, fhall give 4
Thy flock to feed,. and thee at eafe to live, :
Shall curb.the malice of unbridled tongues
And bounteoufly. reward thy.rural Bingecet 324.4

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Firft, then, hall lightfome birds forget to fly,
i ‘The briny ocean turn to paftures dry,-

Aad every rapid river ceafe to flow,
Ere I unmindful of Menalcas grow. 1288

THe NOT.

This night thy-care with me-forget ; and fold i

Thy flock with mine, to ward th’ injurious cold. |
New milk, and clouted cream, mild cheefe and curd, |

oi ae With fome remaining fruit of laft year’s hoard, 132 ; |
. Shall be our evening fare, and, for the night, !
i Sweet herbs and mofs, which gentle fleep. invite: o
| find now behold the fun’s departing ray,
| O’er yonder. hill, the fign of ebbing day: - 1.3.6) j
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A LUBY N20:

ae EN Virgil thought no fhame the Doric reed *
‘ o tune, and flocks on Mantuan plains to feed
With young Auguiftus’ name he grac’d his fong:
And Spenfer, when amid the rural throngP°A 6 1 O° RUA LS:

He carol’d fweet, and graz’d along the flood
Of gentle Thames, made every founding wood
With good Eliza’s name to ring around ;
Eliza’s name on every tree was found :

Since then, through Anna’s cares at eafe'we live,
And fee our cattle unmolefted thrive,

While from our Albion Her viétorious arms
Drive wafteful warfare, loud in dire i
Like them will I my flender mufic ra

And teach the vocal valleys Anna’s

Meantime, on oaten pipe a lowly a

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As my kids browfe, ob{cure rae
Yet, not obfcure, while Dorfet thinks no fcorn

To vifit woods, and fwains ignobly born.

Two valley fwains, both mufical, both young,
In friendthip mutual, and united long,
Retire within a mofly cave, to fhun
The crowd of fhepherds, and the noon-day fun.
A gloom whe fadnefs overcafts their mind:
now, the folemn day they find,

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Can we forget, Albino dear, thy knell,
Sad-founding wide from every village-bell ?

Can we forget how forely Albion moan’d,

That hills, and dales, and rocks, in echo groan’d,
Prefaging future woe, when, for our crimes,

We loit Albino, pledge of peaceful times,

Fair boaft of this fair Ifland, darling joy

Of nobles high, and every fhepherd-boy?

No joyous pipe was heard, no flocks were feen,
Nor fhepherd found upon the grafly green,

No cattle graz‘d the field, nor drank the flood,
No birds were heard to warble through the wood. 44.0
in yonder gloomy grove out-ftretch’d he lay
His lovely limbs upon the dampy clay;

On his cold cheek the rofy hue decay’d,

find, o’er his lips, the deadly blue difplay’d : 48%
Bleating around him lie his plaintive fheep, :

find mourning fhepherds come, in crowds, to weep.
Young Buckhurft comes: and, is there no redrefs ?
As if the grave regarded our diftrefs ! 52 :
‘The tender virgins come, to tears yet new,
And give, aloud, the lamentations due.
‘The pious mother comes, with grief oppreft:
Ye trees, and confcious fountains, can atteft 56 |
With what fad accents, and what piercing cries,
She fill’d the grove, and importun’d the fkies,
And every ftar upbraided with his death,
When, in her widow’d arms, devoid of breath, 60
She clafp’d her fon: nor did the Nymph, for this,
Place in her darling’s welfare all her bis,

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Him teaching, young, the harmlefs crook to wield,

And rule the peaceful empire of the field.
As milk-white fwans on ftreams of filver fhow,
And filvery ftreams to grace the meadows flow,
As corn the vales, and trees the hills adorn,
So thou, to thine, an ornament was born.
Since thou, delicious youth, didft quit the plains,
Tly ungrateful ground we till with fruitlefs painsy
In labour’d furrows fow the choice of wheat,
And, over empty fheaves, in harveft fweat,
A thin increafe our fleecy cattle yield ;
And thorns, and thiftles, overfpread the field.
How all our hope is fled, like morning-dew !
And {carce did we thy dawn of manhood view.
Who, now, fhall teach the pointed fpear to throw,
To whirl the fling, and bend the ftubborn bow,
To tofs the quoit with fteady aim, and far,
With finewy force, to pitch the mafly bar?
Nor deft thou live to bleis thy mother’s days,
To fhare her triumphs, and to feel her praife,
In foreign realms to purchafe early fame,
And add new glories to the Britith name :
O, peaceful may’ thy gentle {pirit reft |
The flowery turf lie light upon thy breatt;
Nor fhrieking ow], nor bat, thy tomb fly round,
Nor midnight goblins reve] o’er the ground.
PACES

No more, miftaken Angelot, complam:

Albino lives; and all our tears are vain:

m 3 Albino30 A.PHILIPS’S POEMS.

Albino lives, and will for ever live,

With yee mixt, who never know to grieve, 9%
Who welcome ev ery ftranger-gueft, nor fear

Ever to mourn his abfence with a tear,

Where cold, nor heat, nor irkfome toil a annoy,

Nor age, nor ficknefs, comes to damp their joy: 96
And now the royal Nymph, who bore him, deigns
The land to rule, and fhield the fimple fwains,
While, from above, propitious he looks down:

For this, the welkin does no longer frown, 100
Each planet thines, indulgent, from his fphere,

éind we renew our oe s with the year.

Fills, dales, anc foods, with thrilling pipes refound ;
The boys and virgins dance, with chaplets crown’d, 104.
And hail Albino bleft: the valleys ring

Albino bleft! O now, if ever, bring

‘The laurel green, the {melline eglantine,

find tender branches from the mantling vine, 108
The dewy cowflip, which in meadow grows,

The fountain-violet, and the garden-rofe,

Miarth-lilies fweet, and tufts of daffodil,

With what ye cull from wood, or verdant hilly ae
Whether in open fun, or fhade, they blow,

More early fome, and fome unfolding flow,

Bring, in, heap ‘d-canifters, of every kind,

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if the fammer had with {pring combin’d, 116
And Nature, forward to affit your care,

Did not sas for Albino {pare.

Your hamlets ftrew, and every public way 3

And confecrate to mirth Albing’s day;oe Set 6 Ra © ie:

‘Myfelf will lavith all my little ftore,
And deal about the goblet flowing over:
Old Moulin there fhall harp, young Myco fing,
And Cuddy dance the round amid the ring,
And Hobbinol his antic gambols play:
To thee thefe honours, yearly, will we pay:
Nor fail to mention thee in all our chear,
And teach our children the remembrance dear,
When we our fhearing-feaft, or harveft keep,
To fpeed the plow, and blefs our thriving fheep.
While willow kids, and herbage lambs purfue,
While bees love thyme, and locuft fip the dew,
While birds delight in woods their notes to ftrain,

‘Fhy name and fweet memorial fhall remain.

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HIS place may feem for fhepherd’s leifure made,
So clofe thefe elms inweave their lofty thade;
The twining woodbine, how it climbs! to breathe
Refrefhing fweets around on all beneath ;

“Fhe ground with grafs of chearful green befpread,
Through which the fpringing flower up-rears the head:
Lo, here the kingcup of a golden hue,

Medly’d with daifies white and endive blue,

And honeyfuckles of a purple die,

Confufion gay! bright-waving to the eye.
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Hark, how they warble in that brambly bufh,
The gaudy goldfinch, and the fpeckly thruth, rz)
The linnet green, with others fram? for kill,
And blackbird fluting through his yellow bill;
In {prightly concert how they all combine,

Us prompting in the various fongs to join :
Up, Argol, then, and to thy lip apply 3

Thy mellow pipe, or voice more founding try:

 

And fince our ewes have graz’d, what harms if they

Lie round and liften witile the lambkins play
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Well, Myco, can thy dainty wit exprefs.
Fair Nature’s bounties in the fairett drefs :
Tis rapture all! the place, the birds, the fky ;

And rapture works the finger’s fancy high,

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Sweet breathe the fields, and naw a gentle breeze :
Moves every leaf, and trembles through the trees; i
Ill fuch incitements {uit my tugged lay, ‘
Befitting more the mufic thou canft play. 7)
ME Gy: Cle.
No ikill of mufic kon I, fimple fwain,
No fine device thine ear to entertain:
Albeit fome deal I pipe, rude though it be;
‘Sufficient ta divert my ftheep and me; $2
Yet Colinet (and Colinet hath fkill)
Oft guides my fingers on the tuneful quill,
find fain would teach me on what founds to dwell,
And where to fink a note, and where to fwell. 36

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Ah, Myco! half my flock would I beftow,;
Should Colinet to me his cunning fhow:
So trim his fonnets are, I pr’ythee, fwain,
Now give us, once, a fample of his firain :
For wonders of that lad the fhepherds fay,
How fweet his pipe, how ravifhing his lay!
The fweetnefs of his pipe and lay rehearfe;
And afk what boon thou willeft for thy verfe.
Mi ¥ CO.
Since then thou lift, a mournful fong I chufe:
A mournful fong relieves a mournful Mute:
Faft by the river on a bank he fate,
To weep the lovely maid’s untimely fate,
Fair Stella hight: a lovely maid was the,
Whofe fate he wept, a faithful fhepherd he.

Awake, my pipe; in every note expre/s
Fair Stella’s death, and Colinet’s diftrefs.
<¢ O woeful day! O, day of woe to me!
‘¢ That ever I fhould live fuch day to fee!
«¢ That ever fhe could die! O, moft unkind,
«¢ To go and leave thy Colinet behind !
<¢ From blamelefs love, and plighted troth to go,
«< And leave to Colinet a life of woe!”
Awake, my pipe; in every note exprefs
Fair Stella’s death, and Colinet’s difirefs. 60
«© And yet, why blame I her? Full fain would fhe
¢¢ With dying arms have clafp'd herfelf to me;
“ I clafp’ad3144 & PHIL EPS*’S POEM s.

“« T clafp’d her too, but death prov’d over-ftrong ;
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Nor vows nor tears could fleeting life prolong: 64.
** Yet how fhall I from vows and tears refrain >?
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And why thould vows, alas! and tears be vain ?”?

Awake, my pipes in every note expres

Fair Stella’s death, and Collinet’s diftrefs. 68"
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Aid me, thou ever-flowing ftream, to WEEP 5

‘* Aid me, ye faint, ye hollow winds, to figh,

** And thou, my woe, affift me thou to die. 72
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Me flock nor ftream, nor winds nor woes, relieve;

She lov’dthrough life, andI through life will grieve.”

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Awake, my pipe; in every note exprefs
Fair Stella’s death, and Colinet’s aiftrefs. 76

“* Ye gentler maids, companions of my fair,

*¢ With down-caft look, and with difhevel’d hair,

** “All beat the breaft, and wring your hands and moany

“¢ Her hour, untimely, might have prov’d your own: 8@

‘€ Her hour, untimely, help me to lament ;

*« And let your hearts at Stella’s name relent.””
Awake, my pipe; in every note express

Fair Stella's death, and Colinet’s diftrefs. 84)
“« In vain th’ indearing luftre of your eyes

‘* We dote upon, and you as vainly prize.

“* What though your beauty blefs the faithful fwain,

¢ And in th’ enamour’d heart like queens ye reign; 88

** ‘Yet in their prime does death the fairett kill,
© As ruthlefs winds the tender blooms fj pul’?

Awake,P ASST OF RAE S.

Awake, my pipe; in every note exprefs
Fair Stella's death, and Colinet’s diftrefs.
‘* Such Stella was; yet Stella might not live!
«« And what could Colinet in ranfom give?
<< Oh! if or mufic’s voice, or beauty’s charm,
<< Could milden death, and ftay his lifted arm, 66
«« My pipe her face, her face my pipe might fave,
‘« Redeeming each the other from the grave.”

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«t Ah, fruitlefs with! fell death’s uplifted arm
«© Nor beauty can arreft, nor mufic charm.
‘* Behold! oh, baleful fight! fee where the lies!
‘© The budding flower, unkindly blafted, dies: 104
«‘ Nor, though I live the longeft day to mourns
«s Will fhe again to life and me return.”
Awake, my pipe; in every note exprefs
Fair Stella's death, and Colinet’s diftre/s.
«¢ Unhappy Colinet! what boots thee now,
<< To weave freth girlonds for thy Stella’s brow ?
‘< No girlond ever more may Stella wear,
‘« Nor fee the flowery feafon of the year,
<¢ Nor dance, nor fing, nor ever fweetly fmile,
“© And every toil of Colinet beguile.”*
Awake, my pipe; in every note exprefs
Fair Stella's death, and Colinet’s diftrefs. 116
«© Throw by the lily, daffodil, and rofe ;
«« Wreaths of black yew, and willow pale, compofe,
Withgo A, PP HE I Ps s POE Ms.

*¢ With baneful hemlock, deadly nightthade, drefs’d,
‘* Such chaplets as may witnefs thine unrett, 120
** Tf aught can witnefs: O, ye thepherds tell,

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When I am dead, no fhepherd lov’d fo well!”

Awake, my pipe; in every note exprefs
Fair Stella’s death, and Coline?’s diftrefs. 124
** Alack, my fheep! and thou, dear {potlefs lamb,
By Stella nurs’d, who wean’d theefrom the dam,
What heed give I to aught but to my grief,

My whole employment, and my whole relief! 123
Stray where ye lift, fome happier matter try :

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Fair Stella’s death, and Colinet's diftres.

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And firft taught Stella’s virgin-heart to love,
Shall filent hang upon this blafted oak,
‘* Whence owls their dirges fing, and ravens croak: y 36
Nor lark, nor linnet, fhall my day delight,

Nor nightingale fufpend my moan by night;

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Alike to Stella, and alike to me.”

No more, my pipe; here cease we to exprefs
Fair Stella’s death, and Colinet’s diftress.

Thus, forrowing, did the gentle fhepherd fing,
And urge the valley with his wail to ring,
#ind now that ftheep-]

that fheep-hook for my fong I crave.

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ARGOL.
Not this, but one more coftly, fhalt thou have,
Of feafon’d elm, where ftuds of brafs appear,
To {peak the giver’s name, the month, and year; 148
The hook of polifh’d fteel, the handle torn’d,
And richly by the carver’s fkill adorn’d.
9: Cofinet, how fweet thy grief to hear!

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To flake the setend and herbage to renew :

Not half fo fweet the midnight winds, which move

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And wells -grots with tinkling echoes nll. 160

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Heart-anguifh fore, anc it fweet to grieve!
And next to thee fhall Myco bear the bell,

Who can repeat thy peerleis tong fo well: 164
But fee! the hills increafing fhadows catt ;

The fun, I ween, is leaving us in hatte :

His weakly rays faint glimmer through the wood,

And bluey mifts arife from yonder flood. 168
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Bid then our dogs to gather in the fheep.
Good fhepherds, with their flock, betimes fhould fleep.
Who late lies down, thou know’ft, as late will rife,

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} Miftrufting then our {kill ; yet if through time
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My-riper verle, and more afpiring age.
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What thould they do to pafs the loitering time ?
as fancy led, each form’d his tale in rhyme:
And fome the joys, and fome the pains, of love,
: A . | nd fome to fet out ftrange adventures, ftrove ;
4 a ‘The trade of wizards fome, and Merlin’s fkill,
And whence, to charms, fuch empire o’er the will, |
‘Then Cuddy laft (who Cuddy can excel
dn neat device ?) his tale began to tell.
‘* When thepherds flourifh’d in Eliza’s reign,
*< There liv’d in high repute a jolly fwain, 20
** Young Colin Clout ; who well could pipe and fing,
«*« And by his notes invite the lagging {pring.
«« He, as his cuftom was, at leifure laid
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Enchantment fweet as ever wont to hear
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Detain’d by mufic, hovering on in air:
Drawn by the-magic of th’ inticing found,
What troops of mute admirers flock’d around !
The fteerlings left their food; and creatures, wild
By Nature form’d, infenfibly grew mild. 3%
He makes the gathering birds about him throng,
And loads the neighbouring branches with his fong:
There, with the crowd, a nightingale of fame,
Jealous, and fond of praife, to liften came : 36
She turn’d her ear, and paufe by paufe, with pride,
Like echo to the fhepherd’s pipe reply’d.

The fhepherd heard with wonder, and again,

To try her more, renew.d his various ftrain ; 40
To all the various ftrain fhe plies her throat,

And adds peculiar grace to every note.

If Colin, in complaining accent grieve,

Or brifker motion to his meafure give, 44
If gentle founds he modulate, or ftrong,

She, not a little vain, repeats.the fong :

But fo repeats, that Colin half-defpis’d

His pipe and fkill, around the country priz’d: 48
And fweeteft fongfter of the winged kind,

What thanks, faid he, what praifes, fhall I find
To equal thy melodious voice? In thee

The rudenefs of my rural fife I fee ; 52
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To fhow the little minftrel of the grove 56
His utmoft powers, determin’d once to try

How art, exerting, might with nature Vy;

For vy could none with either in their part,

With her in Nature, nor with him in Art. ‘bo!
He draws-in breath, his rifing breath to fill:

© Throughout the woed his pipe is heard to fhrill.

From note to note, in hafte, his fingers fly ;
Still more and more the numbers multiply : 64

‘ And now they trill, and now they fall and rife,

And f{wift and flow they change with fweet furprife,
Attentive fhe doth fearce the founds retain;

But to herfelf firft cons the puzzling ftrain, 68
And tracing, heedful, note by note repays

The fhepherd in his own harmonious lays,

Through every changing cadence runs at length,
Andadds in fweetnefs what he wants in ftrength. 729
Then Colin threw his fife difgrac’d afide,

While fhe loud triumph fings, proclaiming wide
Her mighty conqueft, and within her throat
Twirls many a wild unimitable note, 76
To foil her rival. Whatcould Colin more? -

A little harp of maple-ware he bore:

The little harp was old, but newly ftrung,

Which, ufual, he acrofs his fhoulders hung. 80
Now take, delightful bird, my laf farewel,

He faid, and learn from hence thou dott excel

No trivial artift:; and anon he wound ‘
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And both hands pliant on the ftrings extends :
His touch the ftrings obey, and various move,

The lower anfwering full to thofe above: $8
Ris fingers, reftlefs, traverfe to and fro,

As in purfuit of oy they go:

Now, lightly fkimming, o’er the ftrings they pafs,

Like winds which gently brufh the sees mrafs, 94

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And now, laborious, with a weighty h:

He finks into the cords with folemn pace,

To give the {welling tones a bolder grace; 96
And now the Jeft, and now by turns the right,

Each other chace, harmonious both in flight:
Ihen his whole fie blend a fwarm of founds,
Till the fweet tumult through the harpredounds, 100
Ceafe, Colin, ceafe, thy rival ceafe to vex;

The mingling notes, alas! her ear perplex:

She warbles, diffident, in-hope and fear,

And hits imperfeé& accents here and there, 104

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When foon fhe falters, and can utter none:

Again fhe tries, and yet again the fails;

For {till the har he united power prevails. 108
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: She droops, fhe hangs her flagging wings, fhe moans)
And fetcheth from her breaft melodious groans.

i Opprefs’d with grief at laft too great to quell
** Down, breathlefs, on the guilty harp fhe fell. 120
*¢ Then Colin loud lamented o’er the dead,

And unavailing tears profufely fhed,

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«« And beft to make atonement for thie ill, 124
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*© He builds her tor mb beneath a laurel fhade,

“¢ Then adds a verfe, and {ets with flowers the grounmy

we ba ‘ And makes a fence of eidine ofiers round. 128
4A verie and tomb is all I now can give;
i ‘* And here thy name at leaft, he faid, fhall live.”

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And Lanquet’s rival-verfe, by turns, come in. g
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Or kid, or lamb, or mazer wrought with fkill;

For praife we fing, nor wager ought befide ;

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Graze then in woods, and quit the fhadelefs plain,
Elfe thall ye prefs the fpungy teat in vain. 32
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When greens to yellow vary, and ye fee
The ground beftrew’d-with fruits of every tree,
And ftormy winds are heard, think winter near,
Nor truft too far to the declining year.
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a By turns chaftife him, while, through little care,
His fheep, unfhelter’d, pine in nipping air. 40
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The lad of forecaft then untroubled fees
The white-bleak plains, and filvery frofted trees:
He fends his flock, and, clad in homely frize,
In his warm cott the wintery bla defies. 44.
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Full fain, O blefs’d Eliza! would I praife
Thy maiden-rule, and Albion’s golden days:
Then gentle Sidney liv’d, the thepherd’s friend:
Eternal bleffings on his fhade attend! 48
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Thrice happy fhepherds now! for Dorfet loves
The country-mufe, and our refounding groves,
While Anna reigns: O, ever may fhe reign!
And bring, on earth, the golden age again. 52

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I love, in fecret all, a beauteous maid,
And have my love, in fecret all, repaid;

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This coming night fhe plights her troth to me:
Divine her name, and thou the victor be.
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Mild as the lamb, unharmful as the dove,
True as the turtle, is the maid I love:
How we in é ret love, I fhall not fay:
Divine her name, and I give. up the day.
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Soft on a cowflip-bank my love and I
Together lay; a:brook ran murmuring by:
A thoufand tender things to me fhe Bid :
And I a thoufand tender things repaid.
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Shicld her, ye trees; ye flowers, around her grow:
Ye fwains, I beg you, pafs in filence by ;

My love, in yonder vale, afleep does lie.
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Once Delia flept on eafy mofs reclin’d,
Her lovely limbs half bare, and rude the wind:
¥ fmooth’d her coats, and ftole a filent kifs::
Condemn me, fhepherds, if I did amis.
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io Tree the *clip fing moon at mianigot hou :

And, as he fung, the Fairies with their queen,
In mantles blue, came tripping o’er the green. 116
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Laft eve of May did I not hearthem fing,
And fee their dance? And I can fhew the ring,
Where, hand in hand, they fhift their feet fo lignt:
‘The gral {s {prings 3 greener from their tread by night.
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But haft thou feen their king, in rich array,
Fam’d Obcron, with damafk'd robe fo gay,
And gemmy crown, by moonfhine fparkling far,
And azure fceptre, pointed with a ftar? 124
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Here end your pleafing ftrife. Both victors are;

And both with Colin may, im rhyme, compare.

A boxen hautboy, loud, and fweet of found,

All varnifh’d, and with eben ringlets bound, 128
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ToeachI give. A mizzling mift defcends 1
Adown that fteepy rock : and this way tends
Yon diftant rain. Shoreward the veffels {trive ; {
And, fee, the boys their flocks to fhelter drive. 1327)

LE SPRAY ON VY M PH.

C EASE your mufic, gentle fwains ;
Saw ye Delia crofs the plains?

Every thicket, every grove,

Have I rang’d, to find my love: 4

A kid, a lamb, my flock, I give,

Tell me only, doth the live? q
White her fkin as mountain-fow ;

in her cheek the rofes blow: 3

And her eye is brighter far

‘Than the beamy morning ftar.

When her ruddy lip ye view,

*Yis a berry moift with dew: Ba

And her breath, oh, ’tis a gale

Paffing o’er a fragrant yale,

Pafling, when a friendly thower

Frefhens every herb and flower. 16

Wide her bofom opens, gay

Ais the primrofe-dell in May,

Sweet as violet-borders growing

Over fountains ever-flowing,

Like the tendrils of the vine,

Bo her auburn trefles twine,

290Pon Sf TO’ RAL ES.

Gloffy ringlets all behind
Streaming buxom to the wind,
When along the lawn fhe bounds,
Light, as hind before the hounds:
And the youthful ring fhe fires,
Hopelefs in their fond defires,.-
As her flitting feet advance,
Wanton in the winding dance.

Tell me, fhepherds, have ye feen
My delight, my love, my queen?

wee HAPPY. SWAY N.

EFAVE ye feen the morning fky,
When the dawn prevails on high,
When, anon, fome purply ray
Gives a fample of the day,,
When, anon, the lark, on wing,-
Strives to foar, and ftrains to fing ?
Have ye feen th’ ethereal blue
Gently thedding filvery dew,
Spangling o’er the filent green,
While the nightingale, unfeen,
To the moon and ftars, full bright,
Lonefome chants the hymn of night ?
Have ye feen the broider’d May
All her fcented bloom difplay,
Breezes opening, every hour,
This, and that, expecting flower, 16
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While the mingling birds prolong

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From each bufh, the vernal fone ?

Have ye feen the damafk-ro
Her unfully’d blush ee
Or the lily’s dewy bell,

In her gloffy white, excell,
Ora Burden vary’d o’er
With a thoufand glories more ?

By the beauties thefe difplay,
Morning, evening, night, or day,
By the pleafures thefe excite,
Endlefs fource of delight!

Judge, by them, the joys I find,
Since my Rofalind was ki ind,
Since fhe did herfelf Pa eBD

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J RUST me, dear George, could in verfe but thow
What forrow I, what forrow all men, owe

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“ fong proportion’d to the mon arch’s praife, 4.

( Could I his merits, or my grief, exprefs,

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Unbidden fhould my pious numbers flow,

The tribute of a heart o’ercharg’d with woe; 8 rece:
But, rather than prophane his facred hearfe
With aeee praifes, and unhallow’d verfe
My fichs I to myfelf in filence keep, eae

And inwardly, with fecret anguifh, weep. tT :
Let Halifax’s Mufe (he knew him well)

His virtues to fucceeding ages tell.

Let him, who fung the warrior on the Boyne,

(Provoking Darfet in the tafk to join) 16

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And thew'd the hero more than. man before,
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uluftrious mortal’s fate deplore ;

Amourneag2 A. PHILEPS*s PoErms

A mournful theme: while, on raw pinions, I
But flutter, and make weak attempts to fly ; eet
Content, if, to divert my vacant time,

I can but like fome love-fick fopling rhyme,

To fome kind-hearted miftrefs make ay court,

And, like a modith wit, in fonnet {port. 24.

Let others, more ambitious, rack their brains

In polifh’d fentiments, and labour’d ftrains

To blooming Phyllis IT a fong compote,
And, forarhyme, compare her to the rofe; 28
Then, while my fancy works, I write down morn,
To paint the blush that-does her cheek adorn,

And, when the whitenefs of her fkin I thow,

With ectafy bethink myfelf of fnow. 32
Thus, without pains, I tinkle in the clofe,

And fweeten into verfe infipid profe.
Phe country fer apers when he wakes his crowd,
And makes the tortur’d cat-gut fqueak alone, 36
Ts.often ravifh’d, and in tranfport loft

What more, my friend, can fam’d Corelli boaft,
When harmony herfelf from heaven defcends,

And on the artift’s moving bow attends? 4.0

Why then, in making verfes, fhould I ftram

For wit, and of Apollo beg a vein?

Who ftudy Horace and the Stagyrite ?
Why cramp my dulnefs, andin torment write ? 4d
Let me tran{gre{s by nature, not by rule,
An artlefs idiot, not a ftudy’d fool,

A Sa net a Rymer, fince I aim
Atnothing lefs, in writing, than a name. 48FROM HOLLAND, TO A FRIEND IN
ENGLAND, IN THE YEAR 1703.

~ROM Utrecht’s filent- walks, by winds, I fend
Health and kind wifhes to my abfent friend.
The winter fpent, I feel the poet’s fire;

The fun advances, and the fogs retire:

The genial {pring unbinds the frozen earth,

Dawns on the trees, and gives the primrofe birth
Loos’d from their friendly harbours, .once again
Confederate fleets aflemble on the main :
The voice of war the gallant foldier wakes ;
And weeping Cloé parting kifles takes.
On new-plum’d wings the Roman eagle foars;
The Belgick lion in full fury roars.
© Dispatch the leader from your happy coatt,
The hope of Europe, and Britannia’s boaft :
O, Marlborough, come! freth laurels for thee rife!
One conqueft more; and Gallia will grow wife. 16
ld Lewis makes his laf effort in arms,
| And fhews how, ev’n in age, ambition charms.
Jeanwhile, my friend, the thickening fhades I haunt,
| And fmooth canals, and after rivulets pant : 22
The fmooth canals, alas, too lifelefs thow !
Nor to the eye, nor to the ear, they flow.
| Studious of eafe, and fond of humble things,
Below the {miles, below the frowns of kings,
‘Thanks to my ftars, I prize the {weets of life:
No fleeplefs nights I count, no days of ftrife.
ContentgL PH TL Bigs) PO BM 6.

Content to live, content to die, unknown,
Lord of mytfelf, accountable to none; 2§
I fleep, I wake, I drink; I fometimes love;
I read, I write; I fettle, and I rove,
When, and where-e’er, I pleafe: thus, every hour
Gives fome new proof of my defpotic power. 32
All, that I will, Ican; but then, I will
fis reafon bids; I meditate no ill;
And, pleas’d with things which in my level lie,
Leave it to madmen o’er the clouds to fly. 26

But this is all romance, a dream to you,
‘Who fence and dance,-and keep the court in view.
White ftaffs and truncheons, feals and golden keys,
And filver ftars, your towering genius pleafe: 49
Such manly thoughts in every infant rife,
Who daily for fome tinfel trinket cries.

Go on, and profper, Sir: but firft from me
Learn your own temper; for I know you free. 44
You can be honeft; but you cannot bow,
And cringe, beneath a fupercilious brow:
You cannot fawn; your ftubborn foul recoils
At bafenefs; and your blood too highly boils. 48
From nature fome fubmiftive tempers have ;
Unkind to you, fhe form’d you not a flave.
A courtier muft be fupple, full of guile,
Muft learn to praife, to flatter, to revile, 52
‘The good, the bad, an enemy, a friend,
‘To give falfe hopes, and on falfe hopes depend.
Go on, and profper, Sir: but learn to hide
‘Your upright fpirit: ’t will be conftrued pride. 56

Thewoes oT Lae 1S

The fplendor of a court is all a cheat;

You mutt be fervile, ere you can be great.

Befides, your ancient patrimony watted,

Your youth run out, your {chemes of grandeur blafted,

You may perhaps retire in difcontent,

And curfe your patron, for no ftrange event:

The patron will his innocence proteft,

And frown in earneft, though he fmil’d in jeft. 64
Man, only from himfeit

His reafon fails, as his defires grow ftr

Hence, wanting ballaft, and too full of fail,
k

Te lies expos’d to every rifing gale.
From youth to age, appinefs he’s bound :
He fplits on rocks, or runs his bark aground,
Or, wide of land, a defert ocean views,

And, to the laft, the fying port purfues,
Yet, to the laft, the port he does not gain,

And dying finds, too late, he liv’d in vain.

EARL OF DORSEY,

Copenhagen, March 9, 1709.

[ROM frozen climes, and endlefs tracts of fhow,

From ftreams which northern winds forbid to flow,
: What prefent fhall the Mufe to Dorfet bring,
Or how, fo near the Pole, attempt to fing? 4:
‘The hoary winter here conceals from fight

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AH pleafing objects which to verfe invite.

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= |} i The hills and dales, and the delightful woods,

“The flowery plains, and filver-ftreaming floods, g

OA, Pa PL dass: oP Oo Hit Ss.

By fnow difguis’d, in bright confufion lie,
And with one dazzling watte fatigue the eye.

No gentle breathing breeze prepares the fpring,
No birds within the defert region fing. 12
‘The fhips, unmov’d, the boifterous winds defy,
While rattling chariots o’er the ocean fly.

ia “The vaft Leviathan wants room to play,

/ And {pout his waters in the face of day. 16
‘Lhe ftarving wolves along the main fea prowl,
ind to the moon in icy valleys howl.
O’er many a fhining league the level main
Here {preads itfelf into a glafly plain: 20
There folid billows of enormous fize,
Alps of green ice, in wild diforder rife.

And yet but lately have I feen, ev’n here,
‘The winter in a lovely drefs appear. 24,
Ere yet the clouds let fall the treafur’d fnow,
‘Or winds begun through hazy {kies to blow,
At evening a keen eaftern breeze arofe,
And the defcending rain unfully’d froze. 28
Soon as the filent thades of night withdrew,
‘The ruddy morn difclos’d at once to view
‘The face of Nature in a rich difguife,
And brighten’d every objeét to my eyes: a3
For every fhrub, and every blade of grafs,
And every pointed thorn, feem’d wrought in glafs ;
In pearls and rubies rich the hawthorns fhow,
‘While through the ice the crimfon berries glow.PACS PF OCOUR As ES. 327

_ The thick-{prung reeds, which watery marfhes yield,
Seem’d polifh’d lances in a hoftile field.
The ftag, in limpid currents, with furprize,
Sees cryftal branches on his forehead rife : 4a
The fpreading oak, the beech, and ‘towering pine,
Glaz’d over, in the freezing zether fhine.
The frighted birds the rattling branches fhun,
Which wave and glitter in the diftant fun.
When if a fudden guft of wind arife,
The brittle foreft into atoms flies,
The crackling wood beneath the tempeft bends,
And in a fpangled fhower the profpeéct ends :
Or, if a fouthern gale the region warm,
And by degrees unbind the wintery charm,
The traveller a miry country fees,
And journeys fad beneath the dropping trees :
Like fome deluded peafant, Merlin leads
Through fragrant bowers, and through delicious meads,
While here inchanted gardens to him rife,
And airy fabricks there attract his eyes,
His wandering feet the magic paths purfue,
And, while he thinks the fair illufion true,
The tracklefs fcenes difperfe in fluid air,
And woods, and wilds, and thorny ways appear, 60
A tedious road the weary wretch returns,
And, as he goes, the tranfient vifion mourns.A. 2 Bol &. Tae 67S POL M:s.

‘To the Right Honourable Cuamues Lord
~ Hazirax, one of the Lords Juitices appointed
“by his Majefty. -1714.

pe RON of verfe, O Halifax, attend,
The Mufe’s favourite, and the Poet’s. friend !

‘Approaching joys my ravith’d thoughts infpire :

_I feel the tranfport; and my foul ’s on fire! 4
Again Britannia rears her awful head :

Her fears, tranfplanted, to her foes are fled.

Again her ftandard fhe-difplays to view;

And all its faded lilies bloom anew. 8

Here beauteous.Liberty falutes the fight,

Still pale, nor yet recover’d of her fright,

Whilft here Religion, {miling to the tkies,

Her thanks expreffes with up-lifted eyes. 12
But who advances next, with chearful grace,

Joy in her eye, and plenty in her face ?

A wheaten garland does her heat adorn,

O Property! O goddefs, Englith-born ! 16

“Where haft thou been ? How did the wealthy mourn}
The bankrupt nation figh’d-for thy. return,

‘Doubtful. for whom her fpreading funds were fil’d,
Her fleets-were freighted, and. her field were till’d. 20
No longer uow fhall France and Spain combin’d,
Strong in their golden Indies, awe mankind.
Brave Catalans, who for your freedom ftrive,

And in your fhatter’d bulwarks yet furvive,Peper so oF “Eee Ss.

For you alone, worthy a better fate,

Q, may this happy change not come too late !
Greatin your fuffertngs !—But, my Mute, forbear ;
Nor damp the public gladnefs with a tear: 28
The hero has receiv’d their juft complaint,

Grac’d with the-name of our.fam’d patron-faint:

Like him, with pleafure he foregoes his reff,

And longs, like him, to fuccour the diftrefs’d.

Firm to his friends, tenacious of his word,

As juitice calls, he draws or fheaths the fword;

Matur’d by thought, his councils fhall prevail;

Nor fhall his. promife to his people fail.

He comes, defire of nations! England’s boaft!
Already has he reach’d-the Belgian coatft.
Our great deliverer comes’! and with him brings
A progeny of late-fucceeding kings,
Fated to trrumph o’er Britannia’s foes
In diftant years, and:fix the world’s repofe.

The floating {quadrons now approach the fhore ;
Loft in the-failors fhouts, the cannons roar:
And now, behold, the.fovereign of the main,
High on the deck, amidft his fhining train,
Surveys the fubjeét flood, An eaftern gale
Plays through the fhrouds, and {wells in every fail :
Ty obfequious waves his new dominion own,
And gently waft their monarch to his throne.
Now the glad Britons hail their king to land,
Hang on the rocks, and blacken all the ftrand :
But who the filent extafy can fhow,
The pafhons»which in nobler bofoms glow ?

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} Ae Who can deferibe the godlike patriot’s zeal ?

Or who, my Lord, your generous joys reveal ? 56
| Ordain’d, once more, our treafure to advanee, i
Retrieve our trade, and fink the pride of France, i
Once more the long-negle&ed arts to raife,
4nd form each rifing genius for the bays. 60

Accept the prefent of a grateful fong ;
Bas ‘This prelude may provoke the learned throng :
. ‘Fo Cam and Ifis fhall the joyful news,
ss / By me convey’d, awaken every Mufe. 64
Ev’n now the vocal tribe in verfe confpires ;
And I already hear their founding lyres:
‘To them the mighty labour I refign,
Give up the Theme, and quit the tuneful Nine, 68
: ey So when the {pring firft fmiles among the trees,
3 And bloffoms open to the vernal breeze,
The watchful nightingale, with early ftrains,
Summons the warblers of the woods and plains, 72
But drops her mufick, when the choir appear,
ind liftens to the concert of the year.

‘To the Honourable James Craces, Efq; Secre-
tary at War, at Hampton-Court. 1717.

HOUGH Britain’s hardy troops demand your care,
And chearful friends your hours of leifure fhare 5
O, Craggs, for candour known! indulge awhile
My fond defire, and on my labour {mile :
Nor count it always an abufe of time
‘To read a long epiftle, though in rhyme.
4.Sapper Ss F -L Ets:
To you I fend my thoughts, too long confin’d,

And eafe the burden Of a-loyal mind ;

To you my fecret tranfports I difclofe,

That rife above the languid powers of profe.

But, while thefe artlefs numbers you perufe, ;

Think *tis my heart that diftates, not the Mute;

My heart, which at the name of Brunfwick fires,

And no affiftance from the Mute requires.
Believe'me, Sir, your breaft, that glows with zeal

For George’s glory, and the public weal,

Your breaft alone feels more pathetic heats;

Your heart alone with ftronger raptures beats.
When I review the great examples pait,

And to the former ages join the laft ;

Still, as the godlike heroes to me rife,

In arms triumphant, and in councils wife,

The king is ever prefent tomy mind;

His greatnefs, trac’d in every page, I-find:

The Greek and Roman pens his virtues tell,

And under fhining names on Brunfwick dwell.
Ast Hampton while he breathes untainted air,

And fcems, to vulgar eyes, devoid of care;

‘The Britithh Mufes to the grove will prefs,

Tune their melodious harps, and claim accefs ;

But let them not too rafhly touch the ftrings ;

For fate allows no folitude to kings.
Hail to the fhades, where William, great in arms,

Retir'd from conqueft to Maria’s charms !

Where George ferene in majefty appears,

And plans the wonders of fecceeding years!

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There, as he walks, his comprehenfive mind
Surveys the globe, and takes-in all mankind:
While, Britain, for thy fake he wears the crown;
To {pread thy power as wide as his renown :
To make thee umpire of contending ftates,
“ind poife the balance in the world’s debates.
From the fmooth terrafs as he cafts his eye,
And fees the current fea-ward rolling by ;
What fchemes of commerce rife in his defigns!
Pledges of wealth! and unexhaufted mines !
‘Through winds and waves, beneath inclement {kies,
Where ftars, diftitiguith’d by no name, arife,
Our fleets fhall undifcover’d lands explore,
nd a new people hear our cannons. roar.
The rivers long in ancient ftory fam’d,
Shall flow obfcure, nor with the Thames be nain’d:
Nor hall our poets copy from their praife,
And Nymphs and Syrens to thy honour raife ;
Nor make thy banks with Tritons fhells refound,
Nor bind thy brows with humble fedges round :
But paint thee as thou art; a peopled ftream !
‘The boaft of merchants, and the failors theme !
Whofe fpreading floods unnumpber’d fhips fuftain,
And pour whole towns afloat into the main;
While the redundant feas waft up freth ftores,
‘Uhe datly tribute of fax-diftant fhores.
Back to thy fource I try thy filver-train,
‘That gently winds through many a fertile plain ;
Where flocks and lowing herds in plenty feed,
Ana fhepherds tune at eafe the vocal reed :mip t 6° FL ws.

Ere yet thy waters meet the briny tide,

And. freighted veflels down thy channel ride 3

Ere yet thy pillows leave their banks behind,

Swell into ftate, and foam before the wind:

Thy-fovereign’s:emblem! in thy courfe compleat!

When I behold him in his lov’d retreat,

Where rural fcenes their pleafing views :difclofe, .

A fylvan deity the monarch fhows 3

And if he only knew the woods to grace,

To rouze the ftag, and animate the chace:

While every hour, from thence, his high conymanasy

By fpeedy winds convey'd to various lands,

Control affairs; give weighty councils birth ;

And fway the mighty rulers of the earth. me
Were he, our ifland’s glory and defence, Ge

To reign unattive, at the world’s expencé;

Say, generous Craggs, who then fhould quell the rage

Of lawlefs faction, and reform the age?

Who fhould our dear-bought liberties maintain ?

Who fix our Jeagues with France, and treat with Spain ?

Who check the headftrong Swede; affuage the Czar;

Secure our peace, and quench the northern war ?

The: Turk, though he the Chriftian name defies,

And curfes Eugene, yet from Eugene flies,

His caufe to Brunfwick’s equity dare truft;

He knows him valiant, and concludes him jutt :

He knows his fame in early youth acquir'’d, eae

When turban’d hots before his {word retir’d,
Thus while his influence to the poles: extends, sae

Or where the day begins, or where it ends,

  

4se A. PHL IPSs P omnm s.

Far from our coafts he drives off all alarms ;
And thofe his power preteéts, his goodnefs charms.
Great in himfelf, and undebas’d with pride,

The fovereign lays his regal itate afide,

Pleas’d to appear without the bright difguife

Of pomp; and on his inborn worth relies.

Ris fubje&s are his guefts; and daily boaft

The condefcenfion of their royal hoft :

While crowds fucceeding crowds on either hand,
AL ravith’d multitude, admiring ftand.

@® manly wit and fenfe, with candour join’d,
His ipeech with every elegance refin’d,

His winning afpe&, his becoming eafe,
Peculiar graces all, coni{pire to pleafe,

And render him to every heart approv’d ;

‘The king refpegted, and the man belov’d.

‘ Noris his force of genius lefs admir’d,

When moft from crowds or public cares retir’d.
The learned arts, by turns, admittance find;
'#\t once unbend and exercife his mind.

Phe feerct {prings of Nature, long conceal'd,
And to the wife by flow degrees reveal’d,
(Delightful fearch!) his piercing thought defcries.
Oft through the concave azure of the tkies

His foul delights to range, a boundlefs {pace,
Which myriads of celeftial glories grace ;
Worlds behind worlds, that deep in zther lye,
And fung, that twinkle to the difant eyer

Cr gall them ttarsy ot which our fates depend,
And every ruling Garis Brunfwick’s friend,

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Soon as the rifing fun fhoots o’er the ftream,
And gilds the palace with a ruddy beam,
You to the healthful chace attend the king,
And hear the foreft with the huntfmen ring:
While in: the dufty town we rule the ftate,
And from Gazettes determine England’s fate.
Our groundlefs hopes and groundlefs fears prevail,
As artful brokers comment on the mail.
Deafned with news,. with politics oppreft,
I wifh the wind ne'er vary’d from: the weft.
Secure, on George’s councils I rely,
Give up my cares, and Britain’s foes defy.
What though cabals are form’d, and. impious leagues ?
Though Rome Alls Europe with-her dark. intrigues?
His vigilance, on every ftate intent,
Deteats their plots, and over-rules th" event.
But whither do my vain endeavours tend >
Or how fhall I my rafh attempt defend ?
Divided in my choice, from praife to praife.
Frove, bewilder’d in the pleafing maze.
One virtue mark’d, another I purfue,
While yet another rifes to my view.
Unequal to the tafk, too late I find
‘Fhe growing theme unfnith’d left behind,
Thus, the deluded bee, in hopes: to: drain

At once the thymy treafure ef the plam,

Wide rangmg on her little pinions- toils,
And fkims o’er hundred flowers for ane fhe fooiis :
When, foon o’erburden’d with the fragrant weight,
ho E ;
Homeward fhe flies, and. flags bemeath her freight.
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Departing from Duvtitrnx. 1726. |

B EHOLD, Britannia waves her flag on high,-. |
44 And. calls forth breezes from the weftern iky,
And beckons to her.fon, and {mooths the tide,
‘That does Hibernia from her cliffs divide. 4:
) Go, Carteret, go; and, with thee, go along
| The nation’s bleffing, and the poet's fong ;
Loud acclamations, with melodious lays,
‘The kindeft withes, and fincereft praife. ge
Go, Carteret, go; and bear my joys away ! |
ss be So-fpeaks the Mufe, that fain would bid thee ftay*:
ae . So fpoke the virgin to the youth unkind,
1] Who gave his vows, and canvafs, to the wind, Lat
Me * | And prornis’d to return ; but never-more
I | Did he return to the Threician fhore.
Go, Carteret, go: alas; a tedious while
Haft thou been abfent from thy mother-ifle 5 26
: i : A flow-pac’d train of menths to thee and thine,
! A flight of moments to a heart like mine,
That feels perfections, and refigns with pain
Enjoyments I may never know again. 20
O, while mine eye purfues the fading fails, .
Smocth roll, ye waves, and fteady breathe, ye gales,
And urge with gentle fpeed to Albion’s ftrand
A. houfhold fair,» amidft the faireft land, 24.
In, eweiy. deeency-Ofs life polite,

A. fxeight of -virtuesy wafting from my fight:

And?pee sr kB Ss

And now farewel, O’early in renown,

Lluftrious, young, in labours for the crown,.

Juft, and benign, and vigilant, in power,

And elegant to grace the vacant-hour, -

Relaxing fweet! Nor are we born to wear

The brow ftill bent, and give up,life to care :

And thou, mild-glory, beaming round his fame,

Francifca, thou, his firft, his lateft flame;

Parent of bloom.! In pleafing arts refin’d!

Farewel thy hand, and voice, in mufic join’d ;

Thy courtefy, as foothing as thy fong,

And fmiles foft-gleaming on the courtly throng:

And thou, Chariffa, haftening to thy prime,

And Carolina, chiding tardy Time,

Who every tender with of mine divide,

¥or whom I ftrung the lyre, once laid afide,

Receive, and bear in mind, my fond farewell,

‘Fhrive onin life! and, thriving on, excell !
Accept this token, Carteret, of good-will,

The voice of nature, undebas’d by fkill, ?

Thefe parting numbers, cadenc’d by my grief,

For thy lowd fake, and for my own relief,

If aught, alas, thy abfence may relieve,

Now Iam left, perhaps, through life to grieve;

Yet would I hope, yet hope I know not why,

(But hopes and wifhes in one balance lie)

‘Fhou may’ft revifit, with thy wonted finiles,

Férna, ifland fet around with ifles :

May the fame heart, that bids thee now adieu,

Salute thy fails, and hail thee into view !

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To purling rills
The love-fick Strephon flies ;
There, full of woe,
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he ‘The fair coquet,
With feign’d regret,
Invites him back to town ;.
But, when in tears
eae ‘The youth appears,
Shesmeets him with a frown.

DLE:
Full oft the maid
This prank had play’d,

*Till angry Strephon fwore, . es
And, whatis frange,
‘Though loth to change, sare

Would never fee her more,

SON G,% XY HY we love, and why we hate,
V Is not granted us to know:
Random chance, or wilful fate,
Guides the thaft from Cupid’s bow.

Hf, 8

If on me Zelinda frown, Bo

Madnefs “tis in me to grieve;
Since her will is not her own,

Why fnould I uneafy live!

If.
Af I for Zelinda die,
Deaf to poor Mizella’s cries,
Afk not me the reafon why :
Seek the riddle in the fkies.

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L, IT TLE Syren of the ftage,
Charmer of an idle age,
Empty warbler, breathing lyre,
Wanton gale of fond defire,

Bane of every manly art,
Sweet enfeebler of the heart!35°

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A. PHILP sS*s PYO EM S.

O, too pleafing in thy ftrain,
Hence, to-fouthern climes again:
‘Tuneful mifchief, vocal fpell,
‘To this ifland bid farewell;
Leave us as we ought to be,
Leave the Britons rough and free.

To thee Mremor.y of the late
BRS OFA ak
JuNE 30, 1718.

EEPING over thy facred urn,
Ever fhall the M_ ufes mourn ;

“Sadly fhall their numbers flow,

Ever elegant in woe.
Thoufands, nobly born, hall die,
‘Thoufands in oblivion lie,
Names, which leave no trace behind,
Like the clouds before the wind,
When the dufky thadows pafs,
Lightly fleeting o’er the grafs.
But, O Halifax, thy name
Shall through ages rife in.fame :
Sweet remembrance fhalt thou find,
Sweet.in every noble mind.

     
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
   
    
  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  
   

 

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Wet kas Spek by Roe oe

LOOM of beauty, early flower

Of the blifsful bridal bower,
‘Thou, thy parents pride and care,
Faireft offspring of the fair,

Lovely pledge of mutual love,

Angel feeming from above,
Was it not thou day by day
Doft thy very fex betray,
Female more and more appear,
Female, more than angel dear,
How to {peak thy face and mien,
(Soon too dangerous to be fen)
How, fhall I, or fhall the Mute,
Language of refemblance chufe ?
Language-like thy mien and face,
Full of fiveetnefs, full of grace !
By the next returning fpring,
When again the linnets fing,
When again the lambkins play,
Pretty. fportlings full of May,
When the meadows next are feen,
Sweet enamel! white and green,
And the year in frefh attire,
Welcomes every gay defire,
Blooming on fhalt thou appear
More inviting than the year,A. Puno EPS 2S Por M

Fairer fight than orchard fhows,
Which befide a river blows :
Yet, another {pring I fee,
And a brighter bloom in thee :
And another round of time,
Circling, ftill improves thy prime ;
And, beneath-the vernal fkies,
Yet a verdure more fhall rife,
Ere thy beauties, kindling flow,
In each finifh’d feature glow,
Ere, in fmiles and in difdain,
‘Thou exert thy naaiden reign,
Abfolute to fave, or kill,
Fond beholders, at thy will.
‘Then the taper-moulded wafte
With a fpan of ribbon brac’d,
And the fwell of either breaft,
And the wide high-vaulted chef,
And the neck fo white and round,
Little neck with brilliants bound,
And the ftore of charms which fhine
Above, in lineaments divine,
Crowded in a narrow {pace
‘To complete the defperate face,
Thefe alluring powers, and more,
Shall enamour’d youths adore;
‘Thefe, and more, in courtly lays,
Many an aking heart fhall praife.
Happy thrice, and thrice again,
Happieft he of happy men,

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Who, in courtfhip greatly fped,
Wins the damfel to his bed,

Bears the virgin-prize away,
Counting life one nuptial day !
For the dark-brown dufk of hair,
Shadowing thick thy forehead fair,
Down the veiny temples growing,
O’er the ftoping fhoulders flowing,
‘ind the fmoothly pencil’d brow,
Mild to him in every vow,

And the fringed lid below,

Thin as thinneft bloffoms blow,

And the hazely-lucid eye,

Whence heart-wianing glances fly,
And that cheek of health, o’er{pread
With foft-blended white and red,
And the witching fmiles which break

Round thofe lips, which fweetly fpeak,
And thy gentlenefs of mind,

Gentle from a gentle kind,

Thefe endowments, heavenly dower !
Brought him in the.promis’d hour,
Shall for ever bind him ‘to thee,
Shall renew him fill to woo thee.pot. A. POH TL DS? 6 P OE Mrs.

On the Deatau of the Ricur HonovuraBue

"WLLLIAM EAR*L*°COWPER, 1723.

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xX Y AKE the Britifh harp again,

ied To a fat melodious ftrain ;

Wake the harp, whofe every ftring,

When Halifax refign’d ‘his breath, 4
Accus’d inexorable death ;

For I, once more, ‘muft in affliftion fing,

One fong of forrow more beftow,

The burden of:a heart o’erchare’d with woe: “7 8
Yet, O my foul, if aught ‘may bring relief,

Full many, grieving, fhall applaud-thy grief,

The pious verfe, that Cowper: does deplore,

Whom all the boafted powers of verfe cannot reftore.

AN TLS PROP =
Not to her, his:fondeft care,
Not to his lov’d offspring fair,
Nor his country ever dear,
From her, from them,.from Britain:torn : 16
With her, with them, does Britain mourn :
His name, from every eye, calls forth a tear ;
And, intermingling, fighs with praife,
All good men with the number of his daysO D E ‘Ss. 355

Had been'to him twice told, and twice again,

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In that feal’d book, where all things which pertain
To mortal man, «whatever things befall,

Are from eternity confirm’d,- beyond recall:

EPO UgE i

Where-every lofs, and every gain,
Where every grief, and every joy,
Every pleaiure, -every pain,

Each bitter, and each {weet alloy,

To us uncertain though they flow,

Are pre-ordain'd, and fix’d, above.
Too wretched ftate, did man foreknow
Thole ills, which man cannot:remove!
Vain is wifdom for preventing

What the wifeft live lamenting.

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Hither fent, who knows the day
When he fhall be call’d away?
Verious is the term affign’d :
An hour, a day, fome months, or years,
The breathing foul on earth appears.:
But, through the {wift fucceffion of mankind,
Swarm after {warm ! a buly race,
The ftrength of cities, or of courts the-grace,
Or who in camps delight, or who abide
Diffus’d o’er lands, or float on oceans wide,
Of them, though many here long-lingering dwell,
And fee their children’s children, yet, how fewexcel! 46

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m ANTES TiR PEE. 1k
a Here we come, and hence we go,
Shadows paffing to and fro,

Seen a while, forgotten foon :
But thou, to fair diftinétion born, se
> . ‘Thou, Cowper, beamy in the morn
| Of life, ftill brightening to the pitch of noon,
j | Scarce verging to the fteep decline,

‘Thou fingled out the fofterling of fame,

Secure of praife, nor lefs fecur’d from blame,

Shalt be remember’d with a fond applaufe,
So long as Britons own the fame indulgent laws. 58

: | Be O Oe I
. United in one public weal,

Rejoicing in one freedom, all,
Cowper’s hand apply’d the feal,
And level’d the partition-wall. 62
The chofen feeds of great events
Are thinly fown, .and flowly rife :
And Time the harveft-{cythe prefents,
In feafon, to the good and wife: &6
Hymning to the harp my ftory,
Fain would I record his glory.

Sl wk OP os ait.
a | Pouring forth, with heavy heart,

   
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  
   
 
  

Hence fummon’d while thy virtues radiant thine
J ? 5

Truth unleaven’d, pure of art, 78
LikeO14.) E S. 357

Like the hallow’d Bard of yore,

Who chaunted in authentic rhymes

The worthies of the good old times,

Ere living vice in verfe was varnifh’d o’er, 7 by
And virtue died without a fong.

Support of friendlefs might, to powerful wrong

A check, behold him in the judgment-feat!

Twice, there, approv’d, in righteoufnels compleat <
In juft awards, how gracious! tempering law

‘ith mercy, and reprovinge with a winning awe.
With y, and reproving with a winning aw

ANE ES TROP WE OI.
Hear him fpeaking, -and you hear
Reafon tuneful to thecear! $2
Lips with thymy language fweet,
Ditilling on the hearer’s mind
The baim of wifdom, ipeech refin’d,
Celeftial gifts !—Oh, when the nobles meet, 86
When next, thou fea-furrounded land,
Thy nobles meet at Brunfwick’s high command,
In vain they fhall the charmer’s voice deéfire !
In vain thofe lips of eloquence require ! 9°
That mild conviétion, which the foul affails

By foft alarms, and with a gentle force prevails ¢

EP Q DE slit.
To fuch perfuafion, willing, yields
The liberal mind, in freedom train? J, ok
Freedom, which, im crimfon'd fields,
By hardy toil cur fathers gaind,

Aa 3388 A. PHILYTPS*S POE Ms.

a ‘Inheritance of long defcent! ;
‘The facred pledge, fo dearly priz’d 98
By that blefs’d {pirit we lament :
Grict-eafing fays, by grief devis’d,, ‘
Plaintive numbers, gently flowing, :
Pd at he Sooth the forrows to him owing! 10 2 |

ST RO°P, HE IV.
} I teat Early on his growing heir,
Stamp what time may not impair,

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As he grows, that coming years,
: Or youthful pleafures, or the vain: ro6. ai

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Or worthier cares, to youth unknown,

| Ennobling manhood, flower of life full-blown, rio ¥)
May never wear the bofom-image faint :

a | i 3, let him prove what words but weakly paint,

t a : The lively lovely femblance of his fire,

4. model to his fon! that ages may admire! BA

AN ELS TR OP AE fv:
Every virtue, every grace,
Still renewing in the race, |
Once thy father’s pleafing hope,
| ‘Thy widow’d mother’s comfort now, 118.0
“ . No fuller blifs does heaven allow, ||
While we behold yon wide-{pread azure cope, : |
i With burning {lars thick-lufter’d o’er,
. ‘Than to enjoy, and to deferve, a ftoreOOD. Er S,
Of treafur’d fame, by blamelefs deeds acqun’d,
By all unenvied, and by all defir:d,
Free-gift of men, the tribute of good-will!
Rich in this-patrimony fair, increafe it {till.
EPO Def IV.
The fullnefs of content remains
Above the yet unfathom’d {kies,
Where, triumphant, gladnefs reigns;
Where withes ceafe, and pleafures rife
Beyond all with; where: bitter tears -
For-dying friends are never fhed 3
Where, fighing, none defire pafs'd years:
Recall’d, or with the future fled.
Mournful meafures, O, relieve me!

Sweet remembrance ! ceafe to grieve me.

oT RO, i
He the robe of .juftice wore
Sully’d net, as heretofore,
When the magiftrate was fought
With yearly gifts. Of what avail
Are guilty hoards ? for life is frail 5.
And we are judg’d_ where favour is.not bought.
By him forewarn’d, thou frantic ile,
Howdid the thirft of gold.thy fons beguile !
Beneath the fpecious ruin thoufands groan’d,
By him, alas, forewarn’d, by him bemoan’d.

      
 
 
  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  
  
 
 
 
  
 
 
 
 
 
 

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Where fhall his like, on earth, be found? oh, when
Shall I, once more, behold the moft belov'd of men!

A at AN T.I-360. A.PHILIPS’S POEMS,

‘ ANTISTROPHE ¥.

Ree Winning afpect! winning mind !
Soul and body aptly join’d! 159
Searching thought, engaging wit,
Enabled to inftruét, or pleaf,
ta | Be Uniting dignity with eafe,
hs By nature form’d for every purpofe fit, 154
! Endearing excellence !—O, why.
eet / LY ia fs fuch perfection born, and born to die?
: Or do fuch rare endowments ftill furvive,
As plants, remov’d to milder regions thrive, 158
In one eternal {pring ? and we bewail |
‘The parting foul, new-born to life that cannat fail. | |

BPO Dr Ww,

ie li Where facred friendthip, plighted love,

ee Parental joys, unmix’d with care, x62
‘Through perpetual time improve ?

ag Or do the deathlefs. bleffed fhare

| Sublimer rapteres, unreveal’d,

Beyond our weak conception pure? 366

But, while thofe glories lie conceal’d,

‘The righteous count the promife fure,

Trials to the laft enduring,

To the laft their hope tecurirg.Gm 5,8

TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE

WILLIAM PULTENEY, ESQUIRE.

May 8, 1723:

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FO, much diftinguifh’d,. yet is blefs’d ?
3 oD 3
Who, dignified above the reit,

Does, ftill,, unenvied live?

Not to the man whofe wealth abounds,

Nor to the man whofe fame refounds,

~ Does. heaven fuch favour give,

Nor to the neble-born, nor to the ftrong,
Nor to the gay, the beautiful, or youngs

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Whom then, fecure of happinefs,
Does every eye beholding blefs,
And every tongue commend?

Him, Pulteney, who, poffeffing ftore,

Is not folicitous of more,
Who, to mankind a friend,

Nor envies, nor is envied by, the great,

Polite in courts, polite in his retreat:
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Whofe unambitious, aétive foul,
Attends. the welfare of the whole,
When public ftoms arife,
And, in the calm, a thoufand ways
Diverfifies his nights and days,,
Stil elegantly wile ;.
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While books; each morn, the lightfome foulrinvite,

And friends, with feafon’d mirth, improve the night.

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In him do men no .blemith fee;.
And faétions in his praife agree,

When moft they vex the ftate;
Diftinguith’d favourite of the tkies,.
Belov'd he lives, lamented dies:

Yet, fhall he not to fate

Submit entire; the refcuing Mufe fhall fave
His precious name, and:win.him from the grave.
Vi
‘Too frail is brafs and polifh’d ftone 3.
Perpetual fame the Mufe alone
On merit can beltow:
Yet, muft the time-enduring fong,.
The verfe unrival’d by the throng,
From Nature’s bounty flow:
‘Th’ ungifted tribe in metre pafs away,
Oblivion’s {port, the poets of a day.
Vix
What laws fhall o’er the Ode prefide ?
In vain would art prefume to guide

‘The chariot-wheels of praife,.

When Fancy, driving, ranges free,.

Freth flowers feleCting, like the bee,
And regularly ftrays,
While Nature does, difdaining aids of fkill,

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The mind. with thought, the ears with numbers, fill.

2. VIT. AsGo-? DB oa 363
VII.
As.when.the Theban hymns divine
Make proud Olympian victors fhine.
In an eternal blaze,
The varying meafures, ever new, 52
Unbeaten tracks of fame purfue,
While through the glorious maze:
Fhe poet leads his heroes to renown,
And weaves in verfe a never-fading crown. 56:

To Mifs MarGaRET PULTENBY, Daughter of
DaniEL PuLTENEY, Efq; in the Narfery.
AP RIG273 1727

IMPLY dam&l, fweetly fmiling,

-F All careffing, none beguiling,
Bud of beauty, fairly blowing,
Every charm to Nature owing, ‘
This and that new thing admiring;
Much of this and that enquiring,
Knowledge by degrees attaining;
Day by day fome virtue gaining, 3:
Ten years hence, when I leave chimmg,
Beardleis poets, fondly rhyming,
(Fefcued now, perhaps, in fpelling, )
On thy riper beauties dwelling, 12
Shall accufe each killing feature
Of the cruel, charming, creature,
Whom I knew complying, willing,
Tender, and averfe from killing.364 A. PH BEBLIGES +6 POE M 8s.

i | To Mifs Cuarrorre PutTsneyx, :
in her Mother’s Arms.

MAY 1, 1724,

IMELY bloffom, infant fair, if
Fondling of a happy pair,

| ry Every morn, and every night,

Ba a heir folicitous delight, &

 

Slceping, waking, ftill at eafe,.
Pleafing, without skill to pleafe,
Little gofitp, blithe and hale,
Tattling many a broken tale, &
= | Singing many a tunelefs fonrg,,
| Lavith of a heedlefs tongue,
| Simple maiden, void of art,
| _Babbling out the very heart, r2
4 Yet abandon’d to thy will,
| Yet imagining no i,
Yet too innocent to bluth,
Like the linnet in the bufh. 36
To the mother-linnet’s note

 

Moduiine her flender throat,
ae]

€hirping forth thy petty joys,

Wanton in the change of toys, 20
: . Like the linnet green, in May,

Fhtting to each bleomy {pray,
4 Wrearied then, and glad of ref,
Like the iinet in the pe. ©. . 24.= 6D E De 365

This thy prefent happy lot,
This, in time, will be forgot :
Other pleafures, other cares,
Ever-bufy time prepares ; 23
And thou fhalt in thy daughter fee,
' This pi€ture, once, refembled thee.

TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE

ROBERT WALPOLE, ESQUIRE.
JUNE 15, 1724.

V O TARY to publick zeal,
Minifter of England's weal,
Have you leifure for a fong,
Tripping lightly o’er the tongue, 4
Swift and {weet in every meafure,
- Tell me, Walpole, have you leifure?
Nothing lofty will f fing,
Nothing of the favourite king, g
Something, rather, fung with eafe,
° Simply elegant to pleafe.
Fairy Virgin, Britifh Mufe,
Some unhear’d-of {tory chufe: 12
Chufe the glory of the fwain,
. Gifted with a magic ftrain,
Swaging crief of every kind,
Healing, with a verfe, the mind ;
‘To him came a man of power,

‘To him, in a cheerlefs hour ; :
Whenao A. PAE DL PSAs Pyo Bums.

‘ag | When the fwain, by Druids taught,
a ) Soon divin’d his irkfome thought, 20
Soon the maple harp he ftrung, :
Soon, with filver-accent, dung.
‘c Steerer of a-mighty realm,
*¢ Pilot, waking o'er the helm, 2
: 4 — <¢ Bleffing of thy native foil,
*¢ Weary of a thanklefs toil,
; if << Caft repining thought behind,
«Give thy trouble to the wind.
‘© Mortal, deftin’d to excel,
*¢ Bear the blame of doing well,
«¢ Like the worthies great of old,
«¢ In the hit of fame enroll’d. 3
‘¢ What, though titles thou-decline ?
*¢ Still the more.thy virtues fhine.
«¢ Envy, with her ferpent eye,
“¢ Marks each praife that fears on high. 36
€¢ ‘To thy lot refign thy will:
<¢ Every good is mix’d with ill.
*© See, the white unblemifh’d rose
<¢ On a thorny bramble blows : 40
© See, the torrent pouring rain
‘¢ Does the limpid fountain {tains
© See, the giver of the day
*¢ Urgeth on, through clouds, his way: vw
1) *¢ Nothing is, entirely, blefs’d;
<¢ Envy does thy. worth attett.

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Quick, the blifsful {cene prepare,
Sooth the patriot’s heavy care :
Vifions, cheering. to the fight,
Give him earneft of delight.

‘<< Wife difpofer of. affairs,

View the end of all thy cates?
Forward caft thy ravifh’d eyes,
See the gladdening harveft rife:
Lo, the people reap thy pain!
Thine the labor, theirs the gain.
Yonder turn, awile, they view,
Turn thee to yon fpreading yew,
Once the gloomy tree of fate,
Once the plighted virgin’s hate:
Now, no longer, ‘does it grow,
Parent of the warring bow:

See, beneath the guiltlefs fhade,
Peafants fhape the plow and fpade,
Refcued, ever, from the fear

Of the whiftling fhaft and fpear.
Lo, where plenty comes, with peace!
Hear the breath of murmur ceafe:
See, at la(t, unclouded days ;
Hear, at laft, unenvied praife.
Nothing fhall' thy foul moletft ;

Labour is the price of reft.
‘© Mortal, deftin’d to excel,
‘* Blefs the toil of doing well!” 76

SUPPLI-308 A. PHTLIPS’Ss POEMS.

“| SUPPLICATION ror Miss CARTERET

IN THE SMALL-Pox.
DUBLIN, JULY 31,-1725,

P OW ER o’er every power fupreme,
Thou the poet’s hallow’d theme,

From thy mercy-feat on high,

Hear my numbers, hear my cry. 4.

Breather of all vital breath,
« Arbiter of life and death,
Oh, preferve this innocence,
Yet uncon{cious of offence, g
Yet in life and virtue growing,
Yet no debt to Nature owing.

Thou, who giv’ft angelic grace
To the blooming virgin face, 12
Let the fell difeafe not blight
What thou mad’ft for man’s delight :
O’er her features let it pafs
Like the breeze o’er fpringing grafs, 16
Gentle as refrefhing fhowers
Sprinkled over opening flowers.
O, let years alone diminifh
Beauties thou waft pleas’d to finifh. 20
To the pious parents give

That the darling fair may live:
‘Turn to bleffings all their care,

Save their fondnefs from defpair. 24.
Pe aS E Mitigate8 D

Mitigate the lurking pains

Lodg’d within her tender veins 5

Soften every throb of angutth,

Suffer not her ftreneth ‘to lancutfh:
5 = 3

Take her to thy caréful keeping,

And prevent the mother’s weeping.

t'O M SS" Gio RE TA
YOUNGEST DAUGHTER TO
iO B.D ©. AR iE Ree TE,
AUG iS Tito; 1708.
T I T TLE charm of placid mien,
#4 Miniature of beauty’s queen,

Numbering years, a fcanty Nine,

Stealing hearts without delign,

Young inveigler, fond in wiles,

Prone to mirth, profufe in fmiles,
Yet a novice in difdain,

Pieafure giving without pain,
Still carefling, fill carefs'd,
Thou, and afl thy lovers blefs’d,
Never teiz’d, and never teizing,
©, for ever pieas’d and pleating?
Hither, Britifh Mufe of mine,
Hither all the Grecian Nine,
With the lovely Graces three,
And your promis’d nurfeling fee:

Bb37 APH ILIP S'S POEMS.

2 Figure on her waxen mind
Images of life refin’d;
* Make it, as a garden gay,
Every bud of thought difplay, 20
Till, improving year by year,
The whole culture fhall appear,
Voice, and fpeech, and aétion, rifing,
All to human fenfe furprizing. 2.4.
wy Ts the filken web fo thin
As the texture of her fkin-?
Can the lily and the rofe
Such unfully’d hue difclofe? 28
Are the violets fo blue

As her veins expos’d to view?

Do the ftars, in wintery iky,
Twinkle brighter than her eye? 22
Has the morning lark a throat
Sounding fweeter than her note?
Who e’er knew the like before thee?
‘They who-knew the Nymph that bere thee. 36
From thy paftime and. thy toys, | :
From thy harmlefs cares and joys,
Give me now a moment’s tire: |
When thou fhalt attain thy prime, 49
And thy bofom feel defire,
Love the likenefs of thy fire,
f.One ordain’d, through. life, to prove
Sull thy glory, fill thy love. 44
cdg thy Sifter, and like thee,
Let.thy nurtur’d daughters be:

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Semblance of the fair who bore thee,

‘Trace the pattern fet before thee.
Where the Liffy meets the main,
Has thy Sifter hear’d my ftrain ;
From the Liffy to the Thames,
Minftrel echoes fing their names,
Wafting to the willing ear
Many a cadence {weet to hear,
Smooth as gently breathing gales
O’er the ocean and the vales,
While the veffel calmly glides
O’er the level glaffy sides

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HE hermit’s folace in his cell,
The fire that warms the poet’s
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The madman’s fport, the wife man’s payin.

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“TO MR. ADDISON ON CATO.

HE- mind to virtue is by verfe fubdwd,

And the true poets a, public good :
This Britain: feels, while, by. your lines infpu'd,
Her free-born fons to glorious.thoughts are fir’d. &
In Rome had you efpous’d the vanguifh'd caufle,
Inflam’d her fenate and upheld her laws,
Your manly fcenes had liberty-reftor’d,
And given the juft fuccefs to Cato’s {word, $
O’er-Cexfar’s arms your genius had prevail’d,
And the Mufe triumph’d where the patriot faild.

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A ORO et ae A

I N fearch of wifdom far from wit I fly;

Wit is a harlot beauteous to the eye,

In whofe bewitching arms our early time

We waite, and-vigour of ‘our youthful prime : 4.
But when reflection comes with riper years,

And manhood with a thoughtful. brow appears,

We caft the miftrefs off to take a wife,

And, wed to wifdom, lead a happy life.Peover Ae pay 373°

The following Erirary on the Monument of:
my Kinfwoman was written at the Requeft of
her Hutband..

WITHIN the Burial-Vault near.this-Marble, lieth
the Body of Pe youngeft Daughter. (and.
Coheir with her Sifter ELIZABETH) to ROBERT
PuiLips of Newton-Regis,.in the County of War-
wick, Efquire. She died in her Six and Thirtieth
Year, on the 25th Day of January, 1726..

LET THIs INSCRIPTION,
(Appealing yet to teftimonies manifold)
Recall to every furviving witnefs,
And, for.enfample, record to pofterity, 4.
Her endowments,
Whether owing to the indulgency of nature,,
Or to the affiduous leflons of education,
Or to the flent_admonitions of reflection.
‘To her: parents, hufband, children,
In no care, no duty, no affection,
Was.fhe wanting,
Receiving, deferving, winning,
From them refpectively,
Equal endearments.
®£ countenance and. of difpoiition,
Open, chearful, model;

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ct i Of behaviour, humble, courteous, eafy ;
ee | Of {peech, affable, free, difcreet ;

In civilities, punctual, fincere, and elegant;
Prone to. offices of kindnefs and good will ;

To enmity a ftranger;

Forward, earneft, impatient,
‘To fuccour the diftrefs’d,
‘To comfort the afflicted ;

Solicitous for the poor,

Acnd rich in ftore of alms:

Whereby fhe became

The delight, the fove, the blefling, of all.
Tn her houfhold flourifhed
Chearfulnefs, due order, thrift, and plenty,

In. the clofet retired, .
In the temple public.

ee Morning and evening did fhe worfhip;
i By inftruction, by example,
Sedulous to nurture her children in godlinefs ;
So. prevalent her love to them,
Vifited with that fore difeafe,
W hich. too, often kills.or blites.
‘The mother’s fondeft hopes,
That (regardlefs.of. felf-preferyation)
In pioufly watching over their lives
She, catching the infection, loft her own,.
‘Trnumphing, through refignation,
Over ficknefs, pain, anguifh, agony,

Expiring in the fervour of prayer,

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Tothe Memory, ever dear and precious, of his moft
affectionate, moft beloved, and moft deferving Wife,

is this Monument railed by Henry VERNON,
of Hilten, in the County of Stafford, Efquire: to
him fhe bore: five Sons and two Daughters, - all fur-
viving, fave Elizabeth; who dying, in her fecond
Year, of the Small-Pox, fome. few Days before,
refteth by her Mother.

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Where the fun ¢

Difdainful Thule’s-wintery ifland lies.
Unhappy maid! thy tale, forgotten long,
learn from my inftructive fong,
And every youth, who lingers in defpair,
By thy exampie warn the cruel fair,
ucred to the queen of love,
nds her temple, and her myrtle grove, )
hule born, uncertain how: “tis faid
Venus won Adonis to her bed,
ant ere yirth to chance affign’d
Le

and FOMWe! 1@ feather dd kind.
ers fome ftrew the helplefs orphan round,
With downy mofs tome fpread the carpet ground, 16

Some476) A. PHTLIPS"“S POEMS,

Some ripen’d fruits, fome fragrant honey, brings.

And fome fetch water from the running {pring ;

W hile others warble from the boughs, to cheer.

Their infant-charge, and tune her tender ear, 20

Soen as the fun forfakes. the evening fkies,

And hid in fhades the gloomy foreft lies,

The nightingales their tuneful vigils. keep,

And toll her, with their gentler ftrains, to Heep? ig
This the prevailing rumour: as fhe grew

No dubious tokens fpoke the rumour true.

In every forming feature might be feen

Some bright refemblance of the Cyprian queen: 2%
Nor was it hard the hunter youth to trace,

Tn all her early pathon of the chace:

And when, on f{pringing flowers reclin’d, fhe fung,.
‘Phe birds upon the bending branches hung, a2

While, warbling, the exprefs’d their various ftrains,

ftad, at a diftance, charm’d the liftening fwains

So {weet her voice refounding through the wood,

They thought the Nymph fome Syren from the flood.
lalf human thus by lineage, half diy rine,

In forefis did the lonely beauty fhine,

Like woodland flowers, which paint the defert glades,

And wafte their fweets in unfrequented fhades. 40:

No human face fhe faw, and rarely feen ,

By human face: a folitary queen

She rul’d, and rang’d, her fhady empire round,

No horn the filent huntrefs bears ; no hound, AA,

With noify cry, difturbs her folemn chace,

Swift, as the bounding flag, the wings her pace’;
And,Dare Ua bo ee

And,. bend whene’er fhe will her ebon bow,
A. {peedy death arrefts the flying foe.
‘The bow the hunting goddefs firft fupply'd
Aud ivory quiver crofs her fhoulders ty’d.
Ty imperious.queen of heaven, with jealous eyes,
Beholds the blooming virgin from the fkies, 2,
At once admires, and dreads her growing charms,
And fees.the god already in her arms:

In vain, fhe finds, her bitter tongue repraves
His broken. vows, and his clandettine loves :
Jove {till contirmes frail: and all in vain
Does Thule in obfcureft fhades remain,

While Maja’s fon, the thunderer’s winged fpy
Jj: = Py ?

Informs him where the lurking beauties lie.
What fure expedient then fhall Juno find,

‘To calm her fears, and eafe her boding mind?
Delays to jealous minds a torment prove ;

And Thule ripens every day for. love.

She mounts her car, and thakes the filken reins 3
Tlie harnefs’d peacocks fpread their painted trains;
And fmooth their glofly necks againft the fun :
‘The wheels along the level azure run.

Eaftward the goddefs guides her gaudy team,
And perfeéts, as fherides, her forming fcheme.

The various orbs now pafs’d, adown the fteep
Of heaven the chariot whirls, and plunges deep
In fleecy clouds, which o’er the mid-land main
Hang pois’d in air, to blefs the ifles with rain:
And here the panting birds repofe a while :

Nor fo their queen ; the gains the Cyprian ifle,373 A. PHILIP’S’S POEMS.

 

By {peedy zephyrs borne in thickned air ;.
Jnfeen fhe feeks, wnfeen fhe finds, the fair.
Now o’er the mountain tops the rifing fun

Shot purple rays: now Thule had begun 30
Her morning chace, and printed in the dews
Her fleeting fteps. The goddefs now: purfues,
Now over-takes her in the full career,

And flings a javelin at the flying deer. 84
Amaz’d,, the virgin huntrefs turns her eyes ;
When Juno, (now Diana in difguife, )
Let no vain terrors difcompofe thy mind ;

My fecond vifit, like my dirft, is kind, oor
‘Thy ivory quiver, and thy ebon bow,

Did not I give ?— Here fudden bluhes glow

Gn Thule’s cheeks: her bufy eyes furvey
The drefs, the crefcent;. and her doubts give way. 92°

I own thee, goddets bright, the nymph replies,

Goddefs, I own thee, .and thy favours-prize

Goddefs of woods, and lawns, and level plains,
Brefh in my mind thine image ftill remains. 96.
Then Juno, beauteous ranger of. the grove,
My darling care, fair object of my love,

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Hither ITcome, urg’d by no trivial fears,

‘Y'o.guard thy bloom, and warn thy, tender years. 109—= Dre a Rainn ad

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THE: FIRST OLYMPIONIQUE OF PINDAR:

To Hizero of Syracuse, victorious in the
Horse=Ra ces

A- ‘R- G- Us: Ms E. Ne Ts

THE Poet praifes Hiero for_his juftice, his wifdom,
and his.fkill in mufic.. He likewife celebrates the
horfe that won the race, and the place where the
Olympick Games-were performed. From the place
(namely Peloponnefus) he takes an-occafion of di-
grefling to the known fable of Tantalus and Pelops;
whence, returning to Hiero, -he fets forth the felicity
of the Olympian Victors.. Then he concludes, by

praying to the gods to preferve the glory and dignity

of Hiero, admonifhing him-to moderation of mind,
in his high ftation; and, lafly, glories in his own

excellency in compofitions of this kind.

Sieh Bal i +E

E ACH element to water yields;

And gold, like blazing fire by night,
Amidft the ftores of wealth that builds
The mind aloft, is eminently bright ;

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But if, my foul, with fond defire 5
To fing of games thou. dott afpire,

As thou by day canft not defcry,

Through all the liquid wafte of iky,

One burnifh’d ftar, that like the fun does glow,

And cherifh: every thing below, LO
So, my {weet foul, no toil divine,

In fong, does like th’ Olympian fhine:

Hence do the mighty poets raife

4 hymn, of every tongue the praife,

The fon of Saturn to refound, 1s
When far, from every land, they come

To vifit Hiero’s regal dome,

Where peace, where plenty, is for ever found:

ANLUS TROP RE. I. Meatures'18:
Lord of Sicilia’s fleecy plains,
He governs, righteous in his power, 20
find, all excelling while he reigns,
From every lovely virtue crops the flower :
In mufic, bloffom of delight,
Divinely fkill’d, he cheers the night,

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To feaft and wanton o’er their wine:
But from the wall the Dorian harp take down,
If Pifa, city of renown,
And if the fleet viftorious fteed,
‘The boaft of his unrival’d breed; 30
Heart-pleafing raptures did infpire,
#\nd warm thy breaft with facred fire,
2 WhenLY RAN § L ADA GENES,

When late, on Alpheus’ crouded fhore,
‘Forth-{pringing quick, each nerve he ftrain’d,
‘The warning of the fpur difdain’d,

And {wift to viétory his mafter bore.

BP P'O DE. I. Mealures 16:
The lov’d Syracufian, the prince of the courfe,
The king, who delights in the {peed of the horfe::
Great‘his glory, great his fame,
Throughout the land where Lydian Pelops came
To plant his men, a chofen race,
A land the ocean does embrace,
Pelops, whom Neptune, ruler of the main,
Was known to love, when into life again,
From the reviving cauldron warm,

Clotho produc’d-him whole, his fhoulder-blade,
And its firm brawn, of fhining’ivory made:

But truth, unvarnifh’d, oft neglected lies,
When fabled tales, invented to furprize,
In miracles mighty, have power to charm,
Where fiétions, happily combin’d,
Deceive and captivate the mind:

St ROP HE. TE Meédiures a2:
Thus Poéfy, harmonious fpell,
The fource of pleafures-ever new,
With dignity does wonders tell;
And we, amaz’d, believe each wonder true,
Day, after day, brings truth to light,
Unveil’d, and manifeft to fight:B82 ALCP EO LL Tap 678 PIO B Ms.

‘sa | But, of the blefs’d, thofe lips which name
4 . Foul deeds aloud, fhall fuffer blame.
: ? Thee, fon of Tantalus, my faithful: fong
“Shall vindicate from every wrong,
The glories of thy houle reftore,
And baffle falfhoods told before :
-Now, in his turn, thy fire prepar’d
_A banquet 5 when the gods appear’d
} i -At Sipylus, his fweet abode,
a G grace the due proportion’d feaft::
There, firft, the trident-bearing:feaft::
‘There, firft, the trident-bearing guett
“Beheld thy lovely form ; and now, he glow'd;

. ANTISTROPHE: H....Meafaress3. .
‘And now, his foul fubdued by love;

Thee in his golden car he hore
a | ‘Swift to the lofty towers of Jove,

Whofe name the nations all around:adore:
4 ©) Thus Ganymede was caught on high,
To ferve the power who rules the fky.
When thou no longer didit appear,
And.thofe, who fought a pledge fo dear,
Without thee to thy widow’d mother came,
Somecenvious neighbour, to defame
Thy father’s feaft, a rumour [pread,
‘The rumour through the country fled,
| That thou, to heighten the repaft,
o Wafinto feething water caft,
Fierce bubbling o’er the raging fire,

Thy limbs without compafiion carv'd,

    
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
   

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Thy fodden flefh in meffes ferv’d,

To gorge the gods, and a voracious fire :

EP-ODE II. Meafures 16.

But, in thought ever pure, fhall,.I deem it amifs,
Vile gluttons to call the partakers of blifs; 90
Let me then refrain, and dread:

A curfe hangs over the blafphemer’s head.

If they, who fupervife and ward

The heavens, did ever fhew regard

‘To mortal man this Tantalus might boaft,

Of mortal men that he was honour’d mo:

But he, not able to digeft

The glut, the furfeit, of immortal-joys,

One heinous forfeit all his blifs deftroys::

For over him the godhead hung, ‘tn. air,

A ponderous ftone, a dreadful poife of care!
From his head. to remove it, with terror opprefs’d,
In vain he tries, -and feeks in vain

One chearful moment to. regain:

S T_R’ O P-H E 4H: tMeakures #3.

A life-of woe, beyond relief,
His portion now.; ordain’d before
‘To torments of a three-fold grief,
This fourth was added to compleat his ftore,
Since, high prefuming in his foul,

ie nectar and ambrofia ftole,
To give to men; by which he knew

‘That, tafting, he immortal grew :aie A PLL T Psis. Pp O.n Ms.

But be not man deceiv’d: the gods reveal
What moft we labour to conceal :

‘For this the powers, who deathlefs reign,
To earth fent down his fon again,

To dwell with men, a fhort-liv’d race,
Whofe fudden.fate come on apace.

‘His flowery age in all its pride,

When, o’er-his chin, a blackening fhade
Of down was caft, a vow he made,

Deep in his foul, to win the profer’d bride.

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» ANTHSTROPHE Ill. Meafures 18.

Hippodamia, boafted name,

From her great fire the Pifan proud.
Alone, by night, the lover came
Befide the hoary fea, and call’d aloud
‘On him who {ways the triple {pear,
And fills with din the deafen’d ear3
When, at his feet, the god arofe:
Then Pelops, eager to difclofe

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‘His mighty care, ‘‘ O Neptune, if thy mind

‘© In‘love did ever pleafure find,
«© Let not Oenomaiis prevail,
And let this brazen javelin fail

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To Elis, to the glorious meed :

To vistory oh! whirl me, {trait
Since, after ten, and other three,
Bold fuiters flain, yet ftill we fee,

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Oh! bear me hence, on wheels of fpeedy 345

<‘ From year to year, the promis’d nuptials wait 140

EPODEE. PO Dre iit.

Meafures 16.
Of his daughter. No perilous toil can excite
The daftard in heart, who defpairs of his might.

Since we all.are-born to die,

Who, overcaft, would in oblivion lie,
In unreputed age decay,
And me

ly f{quander life away,

Cut off fram every praife? Then let med

Aigt, in the dufty

{ty lifts, to fhare ;

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was his fervent pr

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ft in air;
The deity his whole

tion grants ;

Nor fhinine car, nor courfers, now he wants

In the golden bright chariot new vigour he feels,

Rivireanecd ever svcewie
Unweariea ever, ever meet «

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Oenomaus, he triumphs o’e1
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princely fons, to manly virtues bred.
iniz’d with fteaming blood,

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And pious rites, near
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That d diftant lands:
And round his tomb: the circ]

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In thy fam’d courfes, ‘Pelops, rife

Th’ Olympian glories to the fktes,

And fhine afar: there we behold

The ftretch of manhood, ftrenuous, bold, 179
Tn fore fatigues, and there the firife

Of winged feet. Thrice happy he,

Who overcomes! for he fhall fee

Unclouded days, and tafte the fweets of life,

ANTISTROPHE JV: Meafurés 18:
Thy boon, O viétory ! thy prize. 175
The good that, in a day obtain’d,

From day to day frefh joy fupplies,

Is the fupreme of blifs to man ordain’d :

But let me now the rider raife,

And crown him with A®olian lays, 180
The viétor’s due: and I confide,

Though every welcome gueft were try’d,

Not one, inall the concourfe, would be found

For faireft knowledge more renown'd,

Nor yet a mafter more ta twine, 185

In lafing hymns, each wreathing line.

The guardian god, who watchful guides
Thy fortunes, Hiero, prefides !
O’er all thy cares with anxious power : |
And foon, if he does not deny 190 :
His needful aid, my hopes run high

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Yo fing more pleafing in the joyful hour,

EP OD irTRAWS LATIONS,
EPOD EF. 1V. Meafures 16.

‘On thy chariot, triumphant when thou fhalt appear,
And fly-o’er the courfe with a rapid career,

Tracing paths of language fair, 195
As I to Cronion’s funny mount repair.

Even now the Mufe prepares to raiie,

Her growth, the ftrongeft dart of praife,

For me to wield. Approv’d in other things,

Do others rife, confpicuous: only kings, 200
High mounting on the fummit fix:

There bound thy view, wide-fpread, nor vainly try
Farther to ftretch the profpect of thine eye:

Be, then, thy glorious lot to tread fublime,

With fteady fteps, the meafur'd tract of time: nos
Be mine, with the prize-bearing worthies to mix, ~
In Greece, throughout the learned throng;

Proclaim’d unrival’d in my fong.388 A,PHILIPS’S POEMS.

THE SECOND OLYMPIONIQUE..

To Turron of Acricentum, victorious
in the CoarioT-Rack.

AOR. Gh gt EON ot,

He praifes Theron-king of Agrigentum, on account of
the victory obtained in the Olympic Games, with a
chariot and four horfes; likewife for his juftice, his
hofpitality, his fortitude, and the illuftrioufnefs of his
anceftors ; whofe adventures are occafionally men-
tioned: then he interwWeaves digreffions to Semele,
Ino, Peleus, Achilles, and others, and defcribes the
future ftate of the righteous and of the wicked.
Laftly, he concludes with extolling his own {kill in
panegyrick, and the benevolence and liberality of

‘Theron.

STROPHE I. Meafures 16.

QOVEREIGN hymns, whofe numbers {way

The founding harp, what god, what hero, fay,
Whatman, fthall we refound ?
Is not Pifa Jove’s delight ?
And did not Hercules, with conqueft crown’d,
To him ordain
Th’ Olympiad for an army flain,
Thank-offering of the war?
And muft we not, in Theron’s right,
Exert our voice, and {well our fong? xo
Theron, whofe vi&torious car
Four courfers whirl, fleeting along,TRANS LATIONS.

To ftranger-guefts indulgent hoft,

Of Agrigentum the fupport and boaft,.
ities. born to rule-and. grace,

Fair bloffom of his ancient race,

ANTISTROPHE I. Meafures 16.
Worthies fore perplex’d in thought,
Till, wandering far, they found, what long they fought,
A facred feat, faft by
Where the ftream does rapid run, 2@
And reign’d, of. Sicily the guardian eye,
When happy days,
And wealth, and-favour, flow’d, and praife,
‘That in-born worth inflames.
Saturnian Jove, O! Rhea’s fon,
Who o’er Olympus doft prefice,
And the pitch of lofty games,
And Alpheus, of rivers the pride,
‘Rejoicing in my fongs, do thou
Incline thine ear, propitious to my vow,
Bleffing, with a bounteous hand,
The rich hereditary land

oe

EPODE I. Meafures ro.
Through theirlatelineagedown. No power can actions

paft,
Whether deeds of right or wrong,

As things not done recall, 35
Not even Time, the father, who produces all ;
Yet can Oblivion, waiting long,

Ce 3 Gather-as ey aling joy
The fettering fmart of evils to deftroy,
Set K OOP HE i Nleatores 16.
When felicity is fent

Down by the will fupreme with full. eontent :
_ ; | Thy daughters, Cadmus, they 45
: Greatly wretched here below, :
Blefs’d evermore, this mighty truth difplay
No weig

But, whelm’din pleafures, finds relief,

,
ht of grief.

at Sunk m the {weet abyfs. 50
Thou, Semele, with hair a-flow,
a Thou by thunder doom’d to die,
Mingling with the geds in blifs,
Art happy, for ever, on high:
3 ‘Thee Pallas does for ever love, on
| Ehee chiefly Jupiter, who rules above;

Thee thy fon holds ever dear,

Thy fon with the ivy-wreath’d fpear.
ANTISTROPHE II. Meafures 16.
Beauteous Ino, we are told,

With the fea-daughters dwells of Nereus — 60
And has, by lot, obtain’d

Lafting life, beneath the deep,

A life within no bounds of time reftrain’d,

: The hour of death,

The day when we refign our breath,FRANSLATFIEONS.

That offspring of the fun,

Which: bids-us from our. labours fleep,
In vain do mortals feek to‘know,

Or who deftin’d is-to run

A life unintan

led with wee;
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For none are able to difclofe
The {eafons of th” uncertain ebbs-and flows
Now of pleafures, now of pains,
Which hidden fate tomen ordains :
EPO D.E We Meafures ro;
Thus Providence, that to thy anceftry, long-fam’d,.
‘tions out a pleafing fhare
eaven-{prung happines,
Does, ceafing in another turn of time to blefs,,
Diftribute fome reverfe of care,-
As from years
Paft appears,
Since the predeftin’d fon,. at Pytho nam’d,.
Did Laius, blindly meeting, kill,
And the oracle, of old pronounc’d, falfl:
sSTROPHE IILl.. Meafures 26.
Fell. Erinnys, quick to view 8s
The deed, his warlike fons in battle flew,
Each by the other's rage +:
But to Polynices flain
Surviv'd Therfander,. glory of. his agey.
For feats of war,
And youthful contefts, honour’d fars
The fcion, kept alive
To raife th? Adraftian houfe again s
Ceamz ACPHILIPS?§ POE Ms.

From whence AEnefidamus’ heir
Does his fpreading root derive,

95
‘To branch out a progeny fair ;
Who, fpringing foremott in the cHace
Of fame, demands we thould his triumph grace,
Tuning lyres to vocal lays,
Sweet union of melodious praife ; 100

ANS PROP HE Ti Meahires 76,
For not only has he borne
‘Th? Olympian prize, but, with his brother, worn
The garland of renown,
At Pytho and at Ifthmus; where,
Victorious both, they thar’d th’ allotted crown, los
Joint-honotr, won
in twelve impetuous courfes, run
With four unwearied fteeds,
‘To vanquifh in the ftrife fevere
Does all anxiety deftroy :
And to this, if wealth fucceeds
With virtues enamel’d, the joy
‘Luxuriant grows ; fuch affluence
Does glorious opportunities difpenfe,
Giving depth of thought to find rr
Purfuits which pleafe a noble mind,

EPO DE IIL Meafures xo,

“Refulgent ftar! to man the pureft beam of light!

The poffeflor of this ftore
Pp >
Far-future things difcerning, knows

Obdurate wretches, once deceas’d, to immediate waes

, Confign’d, too late their pains deplore ; 12%Se ee 2
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So Re aes
sag “ae ence

 

FRANSL AT TONS.

For below

Ere they go,

Sits one in judgment, who pronounces right
On crimes im this wide realm of Jove;
Whofe dire decree no power can e’er remove:

STROPHE IV. Meafures 16.
But the good, alike by night,
Alike by day, the fun’s unclouded light
Beholding, ever blefs’d,
Live an unlaborious. life,
Nor anxious interrupt their hallow’d reft
With fpade and plow,
The earth to vex, or with the prow
The briny fea, to eat
The bread of care in endlefs ftrife.

‘The dread divinities among

The few unaccuftom’d to wrong,
Who never broke the vow they fwore,
A tearlefs age enjoy for ever-more ;
While the wicked hence depart

To torments which appall the heart :

 
 

ANTIST ROP HE IV. Meatures 16.

But the fouls who greatly dare,

Thrice try’d in either ftate, to perfevere
rom all injuftice pure,

Journeying onward in the way

Of Jupiter, in virtue ftill fecure,

Along his road

Arrive at Saturn’s rais’d. abode ;

W hetea2 A. BOLL P 6's) PO Bes.

   
 
 
  
 
 
 
  
    
  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  
  
  

Where foft fea-breezes breathe

Round the ifland of the blefs’d: where gay 159
‘The trees with golden blofloms glow ;

Where, their brows and arms to wreathe,

Bright garlands on every fide below ;

For, {pringing thick in every field,

The earth does golden flowers {pontaneous yield;

And, in every limpid ftream, 156
Ss ‘The budding gold is feen to gleam:
so) EPODE IV. Meafures ro.

Fair heritage ! by righteous Rhadamanth’s award ;
Who, coequal, takes his feat
t ; , With Saturn, fire divine, 160
| ‘Thy confort, Rhea, who above the reft doth fhine,
High thron’d, thou matron-goddefs great ;
‘Thefe among
(Blifsful throng!)

| | Does Peleus and does Cadmus find regard ; 165

And, through his mother’s winning prayer

‘To Jove, Achilles dwells immortal there :

STROPHE V. Meafures 16.
He who Heétor did deftroy,
The pillar firm, the whole fupport, of Troy,

And Cyenus gave to die, 370

And Aurora’s Aithiop fon.

My arm beneath yet many darts have I,

| “All fwift of flight,

, ! Within my quiver, founding right
Rs Lae To every fkilful ear: 175
i But, of the multitude, not one
i | DifcernsTEREGQN SAT FO Ns.

Difcerns the myftery unexplain’d.

He tranfcendent does appear

In knowledge, from Nature who gain’d

His ftore: but the dull-letter’d croud,

In cenfure vehement, in nonfenfe loud,

Clamour idly, wanting fkill,

Like crows, in vam, provoking ftill
ANTISTROPHE V.. Meafures 16.

The celeftial bird of Jove:

But, to the mark addrefs thy bow, nor rove,

My foul: and whom do I

Single out with fond defire,

At him to let illuftrious arrows fly ?:

My fix’d intent,

My aim, on Agrigentum bent,

A folemn oath I plight,

Sincere as honeft minds require,

That through an hundred circling years,

With recorded worthies bright,

No rivaling city appears

To boaft a man more frank to impart

Lind offices to friends, with open heart,

Or, with hand amidft his ftore,
Delighting to diftribute more
EPODE V. Meafures ro.

Than Theron: yet foul calumny, injurious blame,
Did the men of rancour raife 200
Againf his fair renown,
Defamers who by evil actions ftrove to drown
His good, and to conceal his praife.

2Bye A en EE Ter oes oP Ob Ms,
Can the fand,

On the ftrand,

Be number’d o’er? Then, true to Theron’s fame,
His favours fhowering down delight

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On thoufands who is able to recite?

THE FIRST ODE OF ANACREON,
OON Ew Sk Eh a

Ce HE line of Atreus will I fing;
To Cadmus will I tane the ftring;

But, as from firing to tring I move,
My lute will only found of Love. 4
The chords I change through every {crew,
And model the whole lute anew.
Once more, in fong, my voice I raife,
And, Hercules, thy toils I praife : &
My lute does ftill my voice deny,
And in the tones of love reply.

Ye heroes then, at once farewel :

Loves only echo from my fhell. 12

The ficeting foot on hares beftows,
On lions teeth, two dreadful rows ! a!

GrantsTRANSLATIONS,

‘Grants fifh to fwim, and birds to fly,
And on their fkill bids men rely.

~ Women alone defencelefs live,

To women what does Nature give?
Beauty fhe gives inftead of darts,

Beauty, inftead of fhields, imparts;
Nor can the fword, nor fire; oppofe

The fair, victorious where the goes.

LH By Ae ER Do OD
ON EL ON

NE midnight when the bear did ftand
; A-level with Bootes’ hand,
And, with their labour fore opprefs’d,
‘The race of men were laid to refk,
‘Then to my doors, at unawares,

Came Love, and tried to force the bars.
Who thus affails my doors, I cry’d?
Who breaks my-flumbers? Love reply’d,

Open: achkild alone is here!

‘A little child! — you need not fear:

‘Here through the moonlefs night I ftray,

And, drench’d in rain, have loft my way.
Then mov'd to pity by his plight,

Too much in hafte my lamp I light,
And open: when a child I fee,

* A little child, he feem’d to me +
Who bore a quiver, and a bow;

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Within the earth I bid him ftand,
Then chafe and cherifh either hand 2.9
Between my palms, and wring, with care,
The trickling water from his hair.

Now come, faid he, no longer chill,
We 7ll bend this bow, and try our fkill, 24
And prove the firing, how far its power
Remains unflacken’d by the fhower.

He bends his bow, and culls his quiver,

And pierces, like a breeze, my liver: 28
‘Then leaping, laughing, -as he fled,
Rejoice with me, my hoft, he faid
My bow is found in every part,
o
And you fhall rue it at your heart. 32

AoN oH ¥ MN: -T.© V. EN 3;
From the GREEK Of SAPPHO,
x.
O VENUS, beauty of the fkies,
To whom a thoufand temples rife,

Gayly falfe in gentle fmiles,

Full of love-perplexing wiles, &
O, goddefs ! from my heart remove
The wafting cares and pains of love.
die
Tf ever thou haft kindly heard
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A fong in foft diftrefs prefer'd,
Propitious to my tuneful vew,

©, gentle coddels | hear me now.TRANSLATIONS.

Defcend, thou bright, immortal guett,
In all thy radiant charms confefs’d.
Ht.
Thou once did&t leave almighty Jove,
And all the golden roofs above:
The car thy wanton fparrows-drew 5
Hovering in air they lightly flew ;
As to my bower they wing’d their way,
I faw their quivering pinions play.
Ly
The birds difmifs’d (while you remain)
Bore back their empty car again:
‘Then you, with looks divinely mild,
In every heavenly feature fmil’d,
And afk’d, what new complaints I made,
And why I call’d you to my aid?

What frenzy in my bofom rag’d,
And by what care to be affuag’d?
What gentle youth I would allure,
Whom in my artful toils fecure?
Who does thy tender heart fubdue,
Tell me, my Sappho, tell me who?

Vi.
Though now he fhuns thy longing arms,
He {oon fhall court thy flighted charms;
‘Though now thy offerings he defpife,
He foon to thee fhall facrifice ;

Though now he freeze, he foon fhall burn,’

And be thy victim in his turn.

   
 
  
 
 
 
 
 
  
 
 
 
 
 
  
 
 
 
 
 
  
 
 
 
 
 
      

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VII. Celef-— 400. A. PHILIP S’S POEMS,
WAT:

Celcfial vifitant, once more

‘Thy needful prefence [ implore!

In pity come and eafe my grief,
Bring my diftemper’d foul relier:
Favour thy fuppliant’s hidden fires,
sAnd give me all my heart defires.

A FRAGMENT OF SAPPHO.

E.
a LESS”D-as the immortal gods is he,
4) The youth who fondly fits by thee,
And hears and fees thee all the while
‘Softly fpeak, and fweetly fimile.

1

°Twas this depriv’d my foul of ret,

And rais’d fuch tumults in my breatts
For while I gaz’d, in ‘tranfport tofs’d,
My breath was gone, my voice was loft.
ie iif.

My bofom glow’d; the fubtle fame
Ran quickly through all my vital frame ;
©O’er my dim eyes a darknefs hung,

My ears with lollow murmurs rung.

‘ EV.

In dewy damps my limbs were chill’d,
My blood with gentle horrors thrill'd;
My feeble pulfe forgot to play,

A fainted, funk, and dyd.away.Wearaks

  

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To a Friend, who defired me to write on the Death
of King William -- - - Se Bee
rom Holland to a Friend in England, in the
Year 1703, - ~ - - - ~; 333
"To the Earl of Dorfet - - - : 335
To the Right Honourable Charles Lord Halifax,
one of the Lords, Juftices appointed by his Ma-

co a ee ae 8
"To the Honourable James Craggs, Efq; Secre-
tary at. War, at Hampton “Cénith, o- - 440
"To Lord Carteret, departing from Dublin - - 346
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oe i To the Memory of the late Farl of Halifax “= 950
: cae "To the Honeurable Mifs Carteret 2 - 253
i On the Death of the Right Honourable William
Earl Cowper ~ - : - 254

To the Right Honourable William Pulteney, Efq;- 361
"To Mifs Margaret Pulteney, Daughter of Daniel

Pulteney, Efg; in the Nurfery - - 263
"Po Mifs Charlotte Pulteney; in her Mother’s
Arms - - - - 364

To the Right Honourable Robert Walpole, Efg; 365
Supplication to Mifs Carteret, in the Small-Pox 368
To. Mifs Georgina, youngeft Daughter to Lord
Carteret ~ - - 2 “ 369
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EPIGRAMS AND SHORT POEMS.

Ona Company of bad Dancers to good Mufic
Epigram = = -

370
2 ibid.
In anfwer to the 'Queftion, What is Thought? — ibid.
To Mr. Addifon, on Cato -
On Wit and Wifdom; a F ragment
Epitaph written on the Monument of my Kint-
woman, at the Requeft of her Hutband
The Fable of Thule, (unfinifh’d.)

TUR AN SL AVP ikoineo

The Firft Olympionique of Pindar. To Hiero of
Syracufe, victorious in the Horfe-Race

‘The Second Olympionigque. To Theron of Agri-

gentum, victorious in the Chariot-Race

he Firft Ode of Anacreon. On his I Lute
The Second ditto. On Women
‘The Third ditto. On Love _ 2
An Hymn to Venus, from the Greek of
fA Fragment of Sappho - - =

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Sappho, 4398

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