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With wary spaniels furrow'd fields beset, Amaz'd to find within this lonely cell
And close the partridge in the silken net : Nature with all her rural graces dwell.
Or search the woods, and with unerring aim There no high-polish'd marble they behold,
With leaden wounds transfix the flying game:

No storied columns, and no sculptur'd gold; Or with stanch hounds the wily fox pursue,

No speaking busts, no silver richly wrought, And trace his footsteps o'er the tainted dew. No breathing pictures seem'd inform'd with With what delight would friendly N-y change

thought. Don's Is leri ile valleys for this ampler range? The grott, divided into various cells, And with the music of th' enlirening horn Was deck'd with spar, and variegated shells; Cheer the fleet pack, and wake the lingering The place of tap'stry a young vine supply'd,

And spread her pliant arms on ev'ry side: But lo! faint Phoebus darts a languid ray,

Cool zephyrs, though the Sun intensely glow'd, And gold-eug'd clouds furetel the close of day; Breath'd through the place sweet freshness as The nymph observant took her airy flight,

they flow'd. And, like a vision, vanish'd from my sight.

O'er amaranthine beds fair fountains stray'd,

And, softly murmuring, in the meadows play'd, 15 Don. The river that runs by Doncaster. Or in broad basons pour'd the crystal wave,

Where oft the goddess wont her limbs to lave.
Fast by the gritt sweet flowers of every hue,
Purpling the lawn, in gay confusion grew.

Here wav'd a wood, all glorious to behold;
CALYPSO AND HER GROTTO. Of trees that bloom with vegetable gold;
FROM TELEMACHUS, BOOK 1.

Whose branches, in eternal blossom, yield

Fragrance delicious as the flowery field, Tue queen he follow'd as she mov'd along, This wood, impervious to the solar ray, Surroundel by her nymphis, a beauteous throng; Crown'd the fair spot, and guarded it from day. Pint far the fairest, and supremely tall,

Here birds melodious pour’d the sprightly song; She walk'd majestic, and outshone them all : There torrents thunder'd the rough rocks among, Thus 'midst a grove the princely oak appears, Down dash'd precipitately from the hills, And high in air bis branching honours rears. Then o'er the level lawn diffus'd their curling Her radiant beauty charm'd his youthful mind,

rills. Her purp'e robe that floated in the wind,

Calypso's grotto crown'd the breezy steep, And locks bound graceful with a clasp behind : From whence appear'd the party-colour'd deep ; But her bright eyes, instilling fond desire, Now smooth and even as a mirror seen, Beam'd sweetness temper'd with celestial fire. Now vainly wreaking on the rocks its spleen, Sage Mentor follow'd, as in thought profound, Indignant, foaming with tremendous roar, And silent fix'd bis eyes upon the ground. And in buge mountains rolling to the shore. And now, conducted by the royal dame,

More pleasing was the prospect to the plain ; Suun to the entrance of her grott'they came, A river, winding through the rich champaign,

Form'd various isles with lines sweet-flowering "Perhaps the reader will not be displeased to

crown'd, see Homer's description of this famous grotto, as And cloud-aspiring poplars border'd round. it is translated by Mr. Pope from the fifth book Among the banks the sportive waters play'd, of the Odyssey.

And woo'd the lovely islands which they made : Large was the grott, in which the nymph he Some swiftly pour'd their crystal currents strong; found,

Some led their waves with liquid lapse along ; (The fair-haird nymph with every beauty crown'd) With many an errour lingering seem'd to stray, She sat and sung; the rocks resound her says: As if they wish'd for ever here to stay, The cave was brighten'd with a rising blaze: And murmuring in their course reluctant rollid Cedar and frankincense, an odorous pile,

away. Flam'd on the hearth, and wide perfum'd the isle; The distant mountains their hoar heads on high While she with work and song the timic divides,

Upheav'd, and lost their summits in the sky: And through the loom the golden shuttle guides.

Their airy forms fantastic pleas'd the sight, Without the grott, a various sylran scene

And fill'd the mind with wonder and delight. Appeard around, and groves of living grecn;

The neighb'ring bills were spread by nature's Poplars and alders ever quivering play'd,

boon And nodding cypress furin'd a fragrant shade;

With vines that hung in many a fair festoon ; On whose high branches, waving with the storm, Whose swelling grapes in richest purple dy'd, The birds of broadest wing their mansion form ;

The leaves attempted, but in vain, to hide : 'The chough, the sea-mew, the loquacious crow,

So lov'd the generous vide to flourish here, And scream aloft, and skim the deeps below.

It bent beneath the plenty of the year. Depending vines the shelving cavern screen,

Here purple figs with luscious juice overflow'd, With purple clusters blushing through the green.

With deepen'd red the full pomegranate glow'd ; Pour limpid fountains from the clefts distil, The peaceful olive spread her branches round, And every fountain pours a several rill,

And every tree, with rerdant honours crown'd, In mazy windings wandering down the hill: Whose fruit the taste, whose flower the eye Where bloomy meads with vivid greens were

might cheer, crown'd,

And serni'd to make a n'w llysium here, And glowing violets threw odours round.

Cambouise, 17:13.

AN

And as, intent upon her charms,

Eugenio woos the damsel to his arms,
EPITA ALAMIC ODE.

Her cheeks vermilion'd with a lovely blush,

Glow like twin roses on the verdant bush
INTENDED FOR MUSIC.

While thus, methinks, I hear him say,
Pelices ter & amplius

Come, my fair one, come away;
Quos irrupta tenet copula. Hor. Let us Meeting time improve

In the chaste joys of wedded love : Crap in flowp-embroider'd veil,

I see propitious Hymen stand,
Hail, auspicious morning, hail!

His torch bright-blazing in his hand,
When in Hymen's holy bands,

To light us to the genjal bed
Blooming Emily, the fair,

By the decent Graces spread, And Eugenio, happy pair!

Where the rosy-finger'd Hours Chang'd their hearts, and join'd their hands. Scatter nerer-fading fowers. Virgin coldness then relented,

Love admits not of delay, Like the snow before the Sun,

Haste, my fair one, haste away." Then sweet Emily consenied,

And you, Heav'n-favour'd pair, Not unwilling, to be won.

Who now the purest pleasures share,

In happy union may you long enjoy
AIR.

Those heart-felt blandishments that never cloy; Ye sons of barmony, prepare

And may kind Heav'n the full abundance pour Your hymns to greet this happy pair:

Of nuptial blessings in a fruitful shower; Let the sweet notes, distinctly clear,

Crown all our wishes with a beauteous race, In soft divisions melt upon the ear,

That may your bright accomplishments inSuch as may all the tender passions move,

herit, Sooth the rapt soul, and be the food of love.

The mother's mildness, loveliness, and grace,

The father's honest heart, and sense, and geRECITATIVE.

nervus spirit. Hark! the mighty queen of sound

Like two pure springs whose gentle rills unite, Wakes each instrument a round,

Long may your stream of life serenely glide, The merry pipe, the mellow-breathing lute, Through verdant vales, and meadows of delight, The warbling lyre, the love-lamenting lute: Where flow'rs unnumber'd, deck'd in beauty's Now the light fantastic measure

pride,

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Blow on the blissful banks, and bloom on either Now the trumpets loud and shrill,

May no rude tempest discompose From yon river-circled hill,

Your course of quiet as it flows, With manly notes our hearts inspire,

No clooded care, no chilling fear, And emulate the golden lyre;

Nor anxious murmur hover there; While the majescic, deep-mouth'd organs blow

But mildest zephyrs on the surface play, In lengthen'd strains magnificently slow,

And waft each light disquietude away: Divinely sweet, and delicately strong;

Till after all the winding journey past, Till gently dying by degrees,

You mingle with eternity at last. Like the last murmurs of the breeze,

That tranquil sea, where sorrows are no more, Expires the soft-attenuated sung:

No storm-vext billows lash the peaceful shore : And at the close of each mellifluous lay,

There in Heav'n's bliss embosom'd, may you This rerse is sung in honour of the day.

prove

The height of endless happiness and love.
CHORUS
Happy they as gods above

THE DEATH OF THE LARK.
Whom Hymen binds in wreaths of love!
Love's pure flame itself endears,

1738. And brightens with the length of years:

The golden Sun, emerging from the main, Love contents the humble state,

Beams a bluelustre on the dewy plain; And show'rs down blessings on the great,

Elate with joy all creatures hail his rise, Sooths desires that wildly roll,

That haunt the forest, or that skim the skies, And calms the tempests of the soul.

Gay-blooming flow'rs their various charms

renew, RECITATIVE.

A breathing fragrance, or a lovely hue : Bat, lo! sweet Emily, the fair,

Sweet pipes the shepherd, the fair morn to groet, And Eugenio, happy pair !

To his stout team the ploughman whistles sweet. With placid look and graceful mien,

All nature smiles around. On airy wing
Appear advancing o'er the green:

The lark, harmonious herald of the spring,
Mark well the youth's love-darting eye, Rises aloft to breath bis mattins loud
Soft-beaming with expressive joy,

On the bright bosom of soine fleccy cloud.
To view the object of his wishes near,

Ah ! little conscious that he dies to day, Mild as the gentlest season of the year, He sports his hour in innocence away, Plooming as health, and fresh as early day, And from the treble of his tunefulihroat Pair, sweet, and bright as all the flowers of May. Pours the sof: strain, or trills the sprighily no!e;

Or calls his mate, and as he sweetly sings, Now sit exalted in those realms of rest
Soars in the sun-bram, wavering on his wings. Where virtue reigns, and innocence is blest,
The ruthless fowler, with unerring aim,

Relentless death's inevitable doom
Points the dire tube-forth streams the sudden Uutimely wrapt you in the silent tomb,
flame :

Ere the first tender down o'erspread your chin, Swift in hoarse thunder flies the leader wound, A stranger yüt to sorrow, and to sin. The rigid rocks return the murdering sound; As some sweet rose-bud, that has just begun The strains unfinish'd with the warbler die, To ope its damask beauties in the sun, Float into air, and vanish in the sky.

Cropt by a virgin's hand, remains confest Thus oft, fond man, rejoicing in his might, A sweeter rose-bud in her balmy breast : Sports in the sunshine of serene delight;

Thus the fair youth, when Heav'n requir'd his Fate comes unseen, and snaps the thin spun

breath, thread,

Sunk, sweetly smiling, in the arms of death; He dies, and sleeps forgotten with the dead. For endless joys exchanging endless strife,

And bloom'd renew'd in everlasting life.

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FROM CATULLUS.

low;

1738.

EPISTLE
All ye gentle powers above,
Venus, and thou god of lore;

TO A FRIEND IN YORKSHIRE
All ye gentle souls below,
That can melt at others woe;

Happy the Briton, whom indulgent fate
Lesbia's loss with tears deplore,

Has fix'd securely in the middle state, Lesbia's sparrow is no more ;

The golden mean, where joys for ever flow, Late she wont her bird to prize

Nor riches raise too high, nor wants depress tos Dearer than her own bright eyes. Sweet it was and lovely too,

Stranger to faction, in his calm retreat, And its mistress wellit knew.

Far from the noise of cities, and the great, Nectar from her lips it sip',

His days, like streams that feed the vivid grass, Here it hopt, and there it skipt:

And give fair flowers to flourish as they pass, Oft it wanton'd in the air,

Waving their way, in sacred silence flow, Chirping only to the fair :

And scarcely breath a murmur as they go. Oft it lull'd its head to rest

No hopes, nor fears his steady mind can vex, On the pillow of her breast.

No schemes of state, or politics perplex: Now, alas ! it chirps no more:

Whate'er propitivus Providence has sent All its blandislıments are o'er :

He holds sufficient, and himself content. Death has summon'd it to go

Though no proud columns grace his marble ball, Pensive to the shades below;

Nor Clayde nor Guido animale the wall ; Dismal regions ! from whose bourn

Liest who with sweet securicy can fiod, No pale travellers return.

In health of body, and in peace of mind, Death! relentless to destroy

His easy moments pass without offence All that's forin'd for love or joy !

In the still joys of rural innocence, Joy is vanish'd, love is fled,

Such was the life our ancestors admir'd, For my Lesbia's sparrow's dead.

And thus illustrious from the world retir'd : Lo, the beauteous nymph appears

Thus to the woodland shades my friend repairs Languishingly drown'd in tears !

With the lov'd partner of his joys and cares,
Whose social temper can his griefs allay,
And smile each light anxiety away:
In cheerful converse sweetly form'd to please,

With wit goodnatur’d, and polite with ease : DEATH OF A YOUNG GENTLEMAN. Blest with plain prudence, ignorant of art,

Her native goodness wins upon your heart. September, 1739.

Not fond of state, nor eager of control,

Her face reflects the beauties of her soul, Man cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down. Such charms still bloum when youth shall fade

Job, xiv. 2.

away,

And the brief roses of the face decay. Suorr and precarious is the life of man;

O! would propitious Hear'n fulfil my prayer, The line seems fathomless, but proves a span; (The bliss of man is Providence's care) A youth of follies, an old-age of sorrow; Such be the tranquil tenour of my life, Like flowers to day we bloom, we die to morrow. And such the virtues of iny future wife; Say then, what specious reasons can we give, With ber in calm, dornestic leisure free, And why this longing, fond desire to live? Let me possess serene obscurity; Blind as we are to what the Lord ordains, In acts of meek benevolence delight, We stretch our troubles, and prolong our pains. And to the widow recompense her mite. [end,

But you, blest genius, dear deparred shade, Thus far from the crowds, not thoughtless of my Now wear a chaplet that shall never fade ; With reading, musing, writing, and a friend,

ON THZ

May silent pleasures every hour delude

The full persuasion, and the true delight In sweet oblivion of solicitude.

Of having acted by the rules of right,
Cambridge, 1741.

Could to thy soul a conscious calm impart,
When Death severe approach'd, and shook his

dreadful dart,

'Twas this thy faith confirm'd, thy joy refin'd, ON A LADY'S SINGING, AND PLAY. And spoke sweet solace to thy troubled mind; ING UPON THE HARPSICHORD. This turn’d to silent peace cach rising dread,

And sooth'd the terrours of the dying bed. "Say, Zephyr, what music enchants the gay May we like thee in piety excel, plains ?

Believe as stedfastly, and act as well ; As soft and as sweet as the nightingale's strains; Cleave to the good and from the bad depart, My heart it goes pitapatee with a bound, And wear the scriptures written in our heart;' And gently transported beats time to the sound. Then shall we live, like thee, serenely gay, 0 say, is it Sappho that touches the strings ?

And every moment calmly pass away : And some song of the Syrens' you bear on your And when this transitory life is o'er, wings ?"

And all these earthly vanities no more, Said Zephyr, and whisper'd distinctly the lays,

Shall go where perfect peace is only found, “'lis Belinda that sings, and Belinda that and streams of pleasure flow, an everlasting plays."

round. Ah! swains, if you value your freedom, be

September 3, 1743. ware,

[fair ; You hear her sweet voice, and ȘI know that she's She's fair and inconstant, and thus with her art,

; She will ravish your ears to inveigle your beart.

TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE THE

COUNTESS OF UXBRIDGE,

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OCCASIONED BY THE DEATH OF

HUSBAND.

THB EARL, NZR ON THE DEATH OF THE RIGHT HON. THE EARL OF UXBRIDGE.

Cease, cease illustrious partner of bis bed, Obiit 30° Aug. A, D. 1743. Ætat. 83.

O! cease the tributary tear to shed:

Mourn not for him whom God has given to die Quem tu, Dea, tempore in omni

From earthly vanities to heavenly joy ; Omnibus ornatum voluisti excellere rebus.

These are the greatest honours we can give, LUCR.

To mark his ways, and as he liv'd to live.

Still bloom in goodness as you bloom'd before ; As 'midst the stars the cheering lamp of light,

Heaven asks but tbis, and sajuts can do no more: In Heav'n's high concave eminently bright,

Exert each virtue of the Christian mind, First tips the mountains with a golden ray, And still continue friend of human kind. Then gradual streams effulgency of day, Be this your chief delight, for 'tis the best, Till more serenely, with a mild decline,

With ready alms to succour the distress’d; Regretted sinks, in other worlds to shine : To clothe the naked and the hungry feed,

Thus from the world, an age of honour past, Nor pass a day without some gracious deed. Pride of the present, glory of the last,

These acts are grateful to Jehovah's eye, Retir'd great Uxbridge to the blest abode, For these the poor shall bless you ere they die : To live for ever with the saints of God;

These hide our sins, these purchase solid gain, There in celestial lustre to appear,

And these shall bring you to your Lord again, And share the wages of bis labours here.

September 6, 1743. When the last trump shall rouse the dead that

sleep Entomb'd in earth, or buried in the deep; When worlds dissolving on that awful day,

TO LAURA, 1742.
And all the elements shall melt away;

W.
When every word shall be in judgment brought, Wishes which Laura may with safety hear.

Ith generous wishes let me greet your ear, Weigh'd every action, canvass'd every thought,

May all the blessings to your portion fall, Then shall thy alms in sweet memorial rise,

The wise can want, for you deserve them all: More grateful than the incens'd sacrifice :

Soft joy, sweet ease, and ever-blooming health, The gladden'd widow's blessing shall be heard, And prayers in fervency of soul preferrd... [vey Whate'er th' Almighty Father can bestow,

Calmness of mind, and competence of wealth; The Lord shall bless thee, and well pleas'd surThe tears of orphans' wip'd by thee away.

To crown the happiness of man below,

And when with all those virtues, all those charms, What! but a virtue resolutely just,

You deign to bless some happy husband's arms; Firm to its purpose, steady to its trust,

'His lordship gave 2000 1. to the Foundling * It is remarkable that his lordship could reHospital; 1000 1. to St. George's, Hyde-Park peat, memoriter, all the Gospels, the Psalms, Comer; and near another 1000 1. to the neigh- and other considerable parts of the Old and New bouring parishes where he lived,

Testament.. VOL. XVI,

May he in cvery manly grace excel,

Lo! tempestuous winter near To glad the virgin who deserves so well:

Stains the evening of the year ;
Bless'd with plain sense, with native humour gay, Gloomy clouds obscure the day,
To rule with prudence, and with pride obey;

Nature ceases to be gay ;
To kindness fashion'd, with mild temper fraught, The sweet tenants of the grove
And form'd, if possible, without a fault.

Warble no soft tales of love:
Long may ye live, of mutual love possess'd, Rise, my fair, and bring with thee
Like streams uniting, in each other bless'd; Joy for all, but love for me.
Till Death shall gently call you hence away Where are all those blooming flowers
From life's vain business to the realms of day; That adorn'd my rural bowers?
May Death unfelt the common summons give, Dappled pinks, and violets blue,
And both, like righteous Enoch, cease to live ; And the tulip's gaudy hue,
Cease from a life beset with cares and pain, Lillies white, and roses red ?
And in eternal glories, meet again.

All are wither'd, all are dead:
Yes—they hasten'd to decay,

When my Laura went away;
SONG TO LAURA, ABSENT.

When she comes, again they'll rise,

Blooming where she points her eyes
January, 1745.

Hark! I hear a sound froin far,
COME, Laura, joy of rural swains,

Clanking arms, the din of war,

Dreadful music to my ear!
O! come, and bless our cheerless plains;
The skies still drooping mourn in showers,

All was peace when you was here.

Now rebellion shakes the land, No meadows bloom with bright-ey'd flowers,

Murder waves her bloody hand; No daisies spring, no beeches bud,

High in air their banners fly, No linnets warble in the wood;

Dreadful tumuits rend the sky: Cold winter checks with blasts severe

Rise, my fair, and bring with thee The early-dawning of the year.

Softer, sweeter, harmony; Come, lovely Laura, haste away,

All my doubts and fears remove, Your smiles will make the village gay;

Give me freedom, give me love; When you return, the vernal breeze

Discord when you come will cease,
Will wake the buds, and fan the trees ;

And in my bosom all be peace.
Where-e'er you walk the daisies spring,
The meadows laugh, the lionets sing;
Your eyes our joyless hearts can cheer;
O! haste, and make us happy here.

TO HIS GRACE

DR. THOMAS HERRING,

A NOSEGAY FOR LAURA.

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July 1745.
Come, ye fair, ambrosial flowers,
Leave your beds, and leave your bowers,
Blooming, beautiful, and rare,
Form a posy for my fair;
Fair, and bright, and blooming be,
Meet for such a nymph as she.
Let the young verrnilion rose
A becoming blush disclose;
Such as Laura's cheeks display,
When she steals my heart away.
Add carnation's varied hue,
Moisten'd with the morning dew:
To the woodbine's fragrance join
Sprigs of snow-white jessamine.

Add no more; already I
Shall, alas! with envy, die,
Thus to see my rival blest,
Sweetly dying on her breast.

W.

HILE rosy health abounds in every breeze,
Smiles in the flowers, and blossoms in the trees,
Matures the fields, and in the fountain flows,
Breathes through all life, and in all nature

glows;
Why droops Aurelius by sharp pains opprest,
Whose danger saddens every virtuous breast?
Enough, enough has Heav'n's afflicting hand
With arins and earthquakes terrified the land :
On foreign plains has stream'd the British

blood,
And British heroes perish'd in the flood :
Frederick, alas ! the kingdom's justest pride,
Pair in the bloom of all his virtues, died.
Ah ! generous master of the candid mind,
Light of the world, and friend of human kind,
Leave us not cause our sorrows to renew,
Nor fear the falling of the state in you.

I see, I see conspicious how you stood,
And dauntless crush'd rebellion in the bud;
With Ciceronian energy divine,
Dashing the plots of fraudful, Catilinę.

TO TAURA, ABSENT.

November 1745.
If you ever heard my prayer,
Hear it now, indulgent fair ;.
Let your swain no lunger mourn,
But return, my fair, return.

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