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Still pouring forth executive desire,

ODE XI. As bright, as brisk, and lasting, as the vestal


DEGREE. Does thy young bosom pant for fame: In allusion to Horace. Book iii, Ode 30 Woud'st thou be of posterity the toast ?

Exegi monumentum ære perennius, &c. The poets shall ensure thy name,

Who magnitude of mind not borły boast. 'Tis done: I tow'r to that degree,
Laurels on bulky bards as rarely grow,

And catch such heav'nly fire,
Ás on the sturdy oak the virtuous misletoe. That Horace ne'er could rank like me,

Nor is King'schapel higher'.-
Look in the glass, survey that cheek- My name in sure recording page
Where Flora has with all her roses blush'd; Shall time itself o'erpow'r?,
The shape so tender,-look so meek-

If no rude mice with envious rage The breasts made to be press'd, not to be The buttery books devour. crush'd

A title3 too with added

grace, Then turn to me,turn with obliging eyes, My nanie shall now attend, Nor lunger Nature's works, in miniature, de- Till to the church with silent pace spise.

A nymph and priest ascend4.

Ev'n in the schools I now rejoice,
Young Ammon did the world subdue,

Where late I shook with fear,
Yet had not more external man than I; Nor heed the moderator's voice
Ab! charmer, should I conquer you,

Loud thundering in my ears.
With him in fame, as well as size, I'll vie. Then with Æolian flute I blow
Then, scornful nymph, come forth to yonder A soft Italian layo,

Or where Cam's scanty waters fow?, Where I defy, and challenge, all thy utmost Releas'd from lectures, stray. love.

Meanwhile, friend Banks®, my merits claim

Their just reward from you,
For Horace bids us challenge fame,

When once that fame's our due,

Invest me with a graduate's gown,

Midst shouts of all beholders,
An Ode on the 26th of January, being the Birth My head with ample square-cap crown'o,

And deck with hood my shoulders.
Day of a Young Lady.

All bail, and welcome joyous morn,
Welcome to the infant year;

A MORNING PIECE, Whether smooth calms thy face adorn;

Or lowering clouds appear ;
Tho' pillows lash the sounding shore,

And tempests thro' the forests roar,
Sweet Nancy's voice shall soothe the sound ;

Quinetiam Gallum noctem explaudentibus alis Tho' darkness shou'd invest the skies,

Auroram clarâ consuetum voce vocare. LUCRET. New day shall beam from Nancy's eyes,

Brisk Chanticleer his matins had begun,
And bless all nature round.

And broke the silence of the night.

And thrice he call'd aloud the tarıly Sun, Let but those lips their sweets disclose,

And thrice he hail'd the dawn's ambi. uous And rich perfumes exhale,

light; We shall not want the fragrant rose,

Back to their graves the fear-begotten phantoms Nor miss the southern gale. Then loosely to the winds unfold, Those radiant locks of burnish'd gold,

• Regali situ pyramidum altius.-Or on thy bosom let them rove;

a Quod non innumerabilis His treasure-house there Cupid keeps,

Annoruin series, &c. And hoards up, in two snowy heaps,

3 Bachelor. His stores of choicest love.

Dum Capitoliuin

Scandet cum tacitê virgine pontifex,
This day each warmest wish be paid

Quá violens
To thee the Muse's pride,

Obstrepit Aufidus.
I long to see the blooming maid

Æolium carmen ad Italos
Chang'd to the blushing bride.

Deduxisse modos.
So shall thy pleasure and thy praise

Qua pauper aquæ Daunus, &c. Increase with the increasing days,

8 A celebrate taylor. And present joys exceed the past;

Sume superbiain To give and to receive delight,

Quæsitam meritis.
Shall be thy task both day and night,

Mihi Delphica
While day and night shall last.

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Strong Labour got up.-With his pipe in his In the middle of the ring,

He stoutly strode over the dale, (mouth, Mad with May, and wild of wing,
He lent new perfumes to the breath of the Fire-ey'd Wantonness shall sing.

On his back hung his wallet and flail.

By the rivulet on the rushes, Behind him came Health from her cottage of Beneath a canopy of bushes, tbatch,

Where the ever-faithful Tray, Where never physician had lifted the latch.

Guards the dumplins and the whey,

Collin Clout and Yorkshire Will
First of the village Collin was awake,

From the leathern bottle swill.
And thus he sung reclining on his rake.
Now the rural graces three

Their scythes upon the adverse bank
Dance beneath yon maple tree;

Glitter ’mongst th' entangled trees,
First the restal Virtue, known

Where the hazles form a rank,
By her adamantine zone;

And court'sy to the courting breeze,
Next to her in rosy pride,

Ah! Harrint! sovereign mistress of my heart,
Sweet Society the bride;

Could I thee to these meads decoy,
Last Honesty, full seeinly drest

New grace to each fair object thou’dst impart,
In her cleanly home-spun vest.

And heighten ev'ry scene to perfect joy.
The abbey bells in wak’ning rounds
The warning peal bave giv'n;

On a bank of fragrant thyme,
And pious Gratitude resounds

Beneath yon stately, shadowy pine,
Her morning hymn to Heav'n.

We'll with the well-disguised hook

Cheat the tenants of the brook ;
All nature wakes--the birds unlock their throats,

Or where coy Daphne's thickest shade
And mock the shepherd's rustic notes.
All alive o'er the lawn,

Drives amorous Phæbus from the glade,

There read Sidney's high-wrought stories
Full glad of the dawn,
The little lambkins play,

Of ladies charms and heroes glories ;

Thence fir'd, the sweet narration act,
Sylvia and Sol arise, and all is day-

And kiss the fiction into fact.
Come, my mates, let us work,
And all hands to the fork,

Or satiate with Nature's random scenes,
While the Sun shines, our hay-cocks to make,

Let's to the gardens regulated greens,
So fine is the day,

Where taste and elegance command
And so fragrant the hay,

Art to lend her dædal hand,
That the meadow's as blith as the wake,

Where Flora's fluck, by nature wild,

To discipline are reconcild,
Our voices let's raise

And laws and order cultivate,
In Phæbus's praise,

Quite civiliz'd into a state.
Inspir'd by so glorious a theme,
Our musical words

From the Sun and from the show'r,
Shall be join'd by the birds,

Haste we to yon boxen bow'r,
And we'll dance to the tune of the stream.

Secluded from the teasing pry
Of Argus' curiosity :
There, while Phoebus' golden mean,

The gay meridian is seen,

Ere decays the lamp of light, (night

And length’ning shades stretch out to THE MOWERS AT DINNER.

Seize, seize the hint-each hour improve

(This is morality in love) ODE XIII.

Lend, lend thine hand-O let me view
Jam pastor umbras cum grege languido,

Thy parting breasts, sweet arenue !
Rivumque fessus quærit, & horridi

Then,-then thy lips, the coral cell
Dumeta Silvani, caretque

Where all th' ambrosial kisses dwell !
Ripa vagis taciturna ventis. HOR.

Thus we'll each sultry noon employ

In day-dreams of ecstatic joy.
Tye Sun is now too radiant to be bold,
And vehement he sheds his liquid rays of gold :
No cloud appears thro' all the wide expanse ;

And short, but yet distinct and clear,

To the wanton whistling air
The mimic shadows dance.


Dicetur meritâ nox quoque næniá. Hor.
Fat Mirth, and Gallantry the gay,
And romping Ecstasy'gin play.

'Twas when bright Cynthia with her silver car, Now myriads of young Cupids rise,

Soft stealing from Endymion's bed,
And open all their joy-bright eyes,

Had callid forth evry glit'ring star,
Filling with infant prate the grove, And up th'ascent of Heav'n her brilliant host had
And lisp in sweetly-fault'ring love




Night with all her negro train,

Heav'ns! how you glide!-her neck-her chest Took possession of the plain ;

Does she move, or does she rest?
'In an hearse she rode reclin'd,

As those roguish eyes advance,
Drawn by screech-owls slow and blind :
Close to her, with printless feet,

Let me catch their side-long glance,
Crept Stillness in a winding sheet.

Soon-or they'll clude my sight,
Next to her deaf Silence was seen,

Quick as lightning, and as bright,
Treading on tip-toes over the green;

Thus the bashful Pleiad cheats
Softly, lightly, gently she trips,
Still holding her fingers seal'd to her lips.

The gazer's eye, and still retreats,

Then peeps again-then skulks unseen,
You could not see a sight,

Veild behind the azure skreen.
You could not hear a sound,

Like the ever-toying dove,
But what confess'd the night,

Smile immensity of love;
And horrour deepen'd round.

Be Venus in each outward part,
Beneath a myrtle's melancholy shade,

And wear the vestal in your heart.
Sophron the wise was laid:
And to the answ'ring wood these sounds convey'd: Grant it with a begging nc,

When I ask a kiss, or som
While others toil within the town,

And let each rose that deeks your face
And to fortune smile or frown,

Blush assent to my embrace.
Fond of trifles, fond of toys,
And married to that woman, Noise ;
Sacred Wisdom be my care,

And fairest Virtue, Wisdom's heir.

BEING THE BARTH-DAY OF A BEAUTIFUL YOUNG LADY His speculations thus the sage begun,

When, lo! the neighbouring bell
In solemn sound struck one:-

HAIL, eldest of the monthly train,
He starts--and recollects-- he was engag'd to Sire of the winter drear,

Decernber, in whose iron reign
Then up be sprang nimble and light,

Expires the chequerd year. And rapp'd at fair Ele'nor's door;

Hush all the blust'ring blasts that blow, He laid aside virtue that night,

And proudly plum'd in silver snow,
And next morn por'd in Plato for more.

Smile gladly on this blest of days.
The livery'd clouds shall on tbee wait,
And Phoebus shine in all his state

With more than summer rays,

Tho' jocund June may justly boast

Long days and happy hours,

Tho' August be Pomona's host,

And May be crowu'd with flow'rs;

Tell June, his fire and crimson dies, Long, with undistinguish'd fame,

By Harriot's blush and Harriot's eyes,

Eclips'd and vanquish'd, fade away: I lor'd each fair, each witty dame.

Tell August, thou canst let him sce My heart the belle-assembly gain'd,

A richer, riper fruit than he,
And all an equal sway maintain'd.

A sweeter flow'r than May.
But when you came, you stood confessid
Sole saltana of my breast;

For you eclips'd, supremely fair,
All the whole seraglio there.


Hanc Vos, Pierides festis cantate calendis, In this ber mien, in that her grace,

Et testudineâ, Phæbe superbe, lyrå In a third I lov'd a face ;

Hoc solenne sacrum multos celebretur annos, But you in ev'ry feature shine Universally divine.

Dignior est vestro nulla puella choro.

What can those tumid paps excel,
Do they sink, or do they swell?

While those lovely wanton eyes
Sparkling meet them, as they rise.

The author of the following piece has been

told, that the writing an ode on St. Cecilia's Day, Thus is silver Cynthia seen, Glistening o'er the glassy green,

Miss Harriot Pratt of Downham, in Norfolk, While attracted swell the waves,

to whom our author was long and unsuccessfully Emerging from their inmost caves.

attached, and who was the subject also of the

Cramb). Ballad, and other verses in this collecWhen to sweet sounds your steps you suit,

tion. c. And weave the minuet to the lute,

mean abilities.


fter Mr. Dryden and Mr. Pope, would be great ness and purity of Horače. Dryden's is certainly presumption, which is the reason he detains the

the more elevated performance of the two, but eader in this place to make an apology, much by no means so much so as people in general will against his will, he having all due contempt for have it. There are few that will allow any sort the impertinence of prefaces. In the first place of comparison to be made between them. This then, it will be a little hard (he thinks) if he is in some measure owing to that prevailing but should be particularly mark'd out for censure, absurd custom which has obtained from Horace's3 many others having written on the same subject time even to this day, viz. of preferring authors without any such imputations; but they, (it may

to the bays by seniority. Had Mr. Pope written be) did not live long enough to be laughed at, or, first, the mob, that judge by this role, would by some lucky means or other, escaped those have given him the preference; and the rather, shrewd remarks, which, it seems, are reserved because in this piece he does not deserve it. for him. In the second place, this subject was

It would not be right to conclude, without not his choice, but imposed upon him by a gen- taking notice of a fine subject for au ode on St. tleman very eminent in the science of music, for Cecilia's Day, which was suggested to the author whom he has a great friendship, and who is, by by his friend the learned and ingenious Mr. his good sense and humanity, as much elevated Comber, late of Jesus College in this university; above the generality of mankind, as by his ex

that is David's playing to king Saul when he was quisite art he is above most of his profession. troubled with the evil spirit

. He was much The request of a friend, undoubtedly, will be pleased with the hint at first, but at length was sneered at by some as a stale and antiquated apo-deterred from improving it by the greatness of logy : it is a very good one notwithstanding, the subject, and he thinks not without reason. which, is manifest even from it's triteness; for it The chusing too liigh subjects has been the ruin can never be imagined, that so many excellent of many a tolerable genius. There is a good authors, as well as bad ones, would have rule woich Fresnoy prescribes to the painters; made use of it, bad they not been convinced of which is likewise applicable to the poets. it's cogency.

As for the writer of this piece, he will rejoice in being derided, not only for oblig- Supremam in tabulis lucem captare dici ing his friends, but any honest man whatsoever,

Insanus labor artificum ; cum attingere tantum

(lucem; so far as may be in the power of a person of his He does not pretend to equal

Non pigmenta queant: auream sed Vespere the very worst parts of the two celebrated per- Seu modicum mane albentem; sive ætheris formances already extant on the subject; which acknowledgment alone will, with the good-na

Post hvemen nimbis transfuso sole caducam; tured and judicious, acquit him of presuniption;

Szu nebulis sultam accipient, tonitruque rubecause these pieces, however excellent upon

bentem. the whole, are not without their blemishes. There is in them both an exact unity of design,

The ARGUMENT. which though in compositions of another nature

Stanza I, II. Invocation of men and angels to a beauty, is an impropriety in the Pindaric,

join in the praise of S. Cecilia. The divine which should consist in the vehemence of sud

origin of music. Stanza III. Art of music, den and unlook'd for transitions: hence chicfly

or it's miraculous power over the brute and init derives that enthusiastic fire and wildness,

animate creation exemplified in Waller, and which, greatly distinguish it from other species

Stanza IV, V, in Arion. Stanza VI, the na. of poesy. In the first stanza of Dryden' and in

ture of music, or it's power over the passions. the fifth of Pope', there is an air, which is so

Instances of this in it's exciting pity. Stanza far from being adapted to the majesty of an ode,

VII. In promoting courage and military vir. that it would make no considerable figure in a

Stanza VIII. Excellency of church muballad. And lastly, they both conclude with a

sic. Air to the memory of Mr. Purcell.turn which has something too epigramınatical in

Praise of the crgan and it's inventress Saint it. Bating these trifles, they are incomparably

Cecilia. beautiful and great ; neither is there to be found two more finish'd pieces of lyric poetry in our

1. language, L'Allegro and Il Penseroso of Milton excepted, which are the finest in any. Dryden's

From your lyre-enchanted tow'rs, is the more sublime and magnificent; but Pope's

Ye musically mysiic pow'rs,
is the more elegant and correct; Dryden has the Ye, that inform the tuneful spheres,
tire and spirit of Pindar, and Pope has the terse Inaudible to mortal ears,

While each orb in ether swims
Happy, happy, happy pair,

Accordant to th' inspiring hymns;
None but the brare,
None but the brave,

3 It seems to hare been otherwise in Homer'stime: None but the brave deserve the fair.

Την γαρ αιοδήν μαλλον επικλειεσ' ανθρωποι

“Ητις ακμοντεσσι νεωτατη αμφιτιληται.
2 Thus song cou'd prerail

Homer Odyss. e.
O’er Dea'h, and o'er Hell,
A conquest how hard and how glorious !

And Pindar would have it otherwise in bis.
The Fate had fast bound her

αινει γε Παλαιον With Styx nine times round her.

μεν οινον, ανθεα δ' υμνων Yet Music and Love were victorious.





Hither Paradise remove

Spreads the placid bed of peace, Spirits of Harmony and Love!

While each blast, Thou too, divine Urania, deign t'appear,

Or breathes it's last, And with thy sweetly-solemn lute

Or just does sigh a symphony and cease. To the grand argument the numbers suit ;

Such as sublime and clear,
Replete with heavenly love,

Neptune, &c. &c.
Charm th' enraptur'd souls above:

Disdainful of fantastic play,

Behold Arion -- on the stern he stands
Mix on your ambrosial tongue

Pall'd in theatrical attire,
Weight of sense with sound of song, To the mute strings he moves th’enliv'ning hands,
And be angelically gay.

Great in distress, and wakes the golden lyre:

While in a tender Orthian strain

He thus accosts the mistress of the main :
Disdainful, &c. &c.

By the bright beams of Cynthia's eyes

Thro' which your waves attracted rise,

And actuate the hoary deep; And you, ye sons of Harmony below,

By the secret coral cell, How little less than angels, when ye sing !

Where love, and joy, and Neptune dwell With emulation's kindling warmth shall glow,

And peaceful floods in silence sleep; And from your mellow-modulating throats

By the sea-flow'rs, that immerge The tribute of your grateful notes

Their heads around the grotto's verge, In union of piety shall bring.

Dependent from the stooping stem; Shall Echo from her vocal cave

By each roof-suspended drop, Repay each note, the shepherd gave,

That lightly lingers on the top, And shall not we our mistress praise

And hesitates into a getn; And give her back the borrow'd lays ?

By thy kindred wat'ry gods, But farther still our praises we pursue;

The lakes, the riv'lets, founts and floods,
For ev'n Cecilia, mighty maid,

And all the pow'rs that live unseen
Confess'd she had superior aid-

Underneath the liquid green;
She did--and other rites to greater pow’rs are due. Great Ainphitrite (for thou can'st bind
Higher swell the sound and higher :

The storm and regulate the wind)
Let the winged numbers clinb: Hence waft ine, fair goddess, oh, waft me away,
To the Hear'n of Heav'ns aspire,

Secure from the men and the monsters of prey !
Solemn, sacred, and sublime:

From Heav'n music took it's rise,
Return it to it's native skies.

Great Amphitrite, &c. &c.


He sung-The winds are charm’d to sleep,
Higher swell the sound, &c. &c.

Soft stillness steals along the deep,

The Tritons and the Nereids sigh

In soul-reflecting sympathy,
Music's a celestial art;

And all the audience of waters weep.
Cease to wonder at it's pow'r,

But Amphitrite her Dolphin sends the same,
Tho'lifeless rocks to motion start,

Which erst to Neptune brought the nobly perjur'd Tho' trees dance lightly from the bow'r,

dameTho' rolling foods in sweet suspense

Pleas'd to obey, the beauteous monster flies, Are held, and listen into sense.

And on his scales as the gilt Sun-beams play, In Fenhurst's plains when Waller, sick with love,

Ten thousand variegated dies Has found some silent solitary grove, Where the vague Moon-beams pour a silver flood Rise o'er the level main and signify his way,

lo copious streams of lustre rise, Of trem'lous light athwart th’ unshaven wood,

And now thejoyous bard, in triumph bore, Within an hoary moss-grown cell,

Rides the voluminous wave, and makes the wish'd He lays his careless limbs without reserve,

for shore. And strikes, impetuous strikes each quer’lous

Come, ye festive, social throng nerve

Who sweep the lyre, or pour the song,
Of his resounding shell.

Your noblest melody employ,
In all the woods, in all the plains

Such as becomes the mouth of joy,
Arvuod a lively stillness reigns;

Bring the sky-aspiring thought,
The deer approach the secret scene,

With bright expression richly wrought,
And weave their way thro' labyrinths green; And hail the Muse ascending on her throne,
While Philomela learns the lay,

The main at length subdued, and all the world And answers from the neighbouring bay.

her own.
But Medway, inelancholy mute,

Gently on his urn reclines,
And all attentive to the lute,

Come, ye festive, &c. &c.
In uncomplaining anguish pines :

4 Fabulantur Græci hanc perpetuain Deis virThe crystal waters weep away,

ginitatem vobisse : sed cum a Neptuno sollicitaAnd bear the tidings to the sea :

retur ad Atlantem confugisse, ubi a Delphino Neptune in the boisterous seas persuasa Neptuno assensit. Lilius Gyraldu.

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