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Still pouring forth executive desire,
ODE XI. As bright, as brisk, and lasting, as the vestal
ON TAKING A BACHELOR'S fire.
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,
And catch such heav'nly fire,
Nor is King'schapel higher'.-
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,
Where late I shook with fear,
Loud thundering in my ears.
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,
When once that fame's our due,
Invest me with a graduate's gown,
Midst shouts of all beholders,
And deck with hood my shoulders.
A MORNING PIECE, Whether smooth calms thy face adorn;
OR AN HYMN FOR THE HAY-MAKERS.
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 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.
Scandet cum tacitê virgine pontifex,
Æolium carmen ad Italos
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,
Lauro cinge volens
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,
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
From the leathern bottle swill.
Their scythes upon the adverse bank
Glitter ’mongst th' entangled trees,
Where the hazles form a rank,
And court'sy to the courting breeze,
Ah! Harrint! sovereign mistress of my heart,
Could I thee to these meads decoy,
New grace to each fair object thou’dst impart,
And heighten ev'ry scene to perfect joy.
On a bank of fragrant thyme,
Beneath yon stately, shadowy pine,
We'll with the well-disguised hook
Cheat the tenants of the brook ;
Or where coy Daphne's thickest shade
Drives amorous Phæbus from the glade,
There read Sidney's high-wrought stories
Of ladies charms and heroes glories ;
Thence fir'd, the sweet narration act,
And kiss the fiction into fact.
Or satiate with Nature's random scenes,
Let's to the gardens regulated greens,
Where taste and elegance command
Art to lend her dædal hand,
Where Flora's fluck, by nature wild,
To discipline are reconcild,
And laws and order cultivate,
Quite civiliz'd into a state.
From the Sun and from the show'r,
Haste we to yon boxen bow'r,
Secluded from the teasing pry
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
Thy parting breasts, sweet arenue !
Then,-then thy lips, the coral cell
Where all th' ambrosial kisses dwell !
Thus we'll each sultry noon employ
In day-dreams of ecstatic joy.
OR, MODERN PHILOSOPHY.
Dicetur meritâ nox quoque næniá. Hor.
'Twas when bright Cynthia with her silver car, Now myriads of young Cupids rise,
Soft stealing from Endymion's bed,
Had callid forth evry glit'ring star,
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?
As those roguish eyes advance,
Let me catch their side-long glance,
Soon-or they'll clude my sight,
Quick as lightning, and as bright,
Thus the bashful Pleiad cheats
The gazer's eye, and still retreats,
Then peeps again-then skulks unseen,
Veild behind the azure skreen.
Like the ever-toying dove,
Smile immensity of love;
Be Venus in each outward part,
And wear the vestal in your heart.
When I ask a kiss, or som
And let each rose that deeks your face
Blush assent to my embrace.
ON THE FIFTH OF DECEMBER,
BEING THE BARTH-DAY OF A BEAUTIFUL YOUNG LADY His speculations thus the sage begun,
HAIL, eldest of the monthly train,
Decernber, in whose iron reign
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,
Smile gladly on this blest of days.
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,
A sweeter flow'r than May.
ODE FOR MUSIC
ON SAINT CECILIA'S DAY.
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.
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,
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,
While each orb in ether swims
Accordant to th' inspiring hymns;
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.
Homer Odyss. e.
And Pindar would have it otherwise in bis.
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 ;
Neptune, &c. &c.
Behold Arion -- on the stern he stands
Pall'd in theatrical attire,
Great in distress, and wakes the golden lyre:
While in a tender Orthian strain
He thus accosts the mistress of the main :
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,
And all the pow'rs that live unseen
Underneath the liquid green;
The storm and regulate the wind)
Secure from the men and the monsters of prey !
Great Amphitrite, &c. &c.
He sung-The winds are charm’d to sleep,
Soft stillness steals along the deep,
The Tritons and the Nereids sigh
In soul-reflecting sympathy,
And all the audience of waters weep.
But Amphitrite her Dolphin sends the same,
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,
Your noblest melody employ,
Such as becomes the mouth of joy,
Bring the sky-aspiring thought,
With bright expression richly wrought,
The main at length subdued, and all the world And answers from the neighbouring bay.
Come, ye festive, &c. &c.
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.