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Thou marchest down o'er Delos' hills confest, With all thy arrows arm’d, in all thy glory drest. Like thee, the hero does his arms employ, The raging Python to destroy, And give the injur'd nations peace and joy.
From fairest years, and Time's more happy stores,
March them again in fair array, And bid them form the happy day, The happy day design'd to wait On William's fame and Europe's fate. 40 Let the happy day be crown'd With great event, and fair success; No brighter in the year be found, But that which brings the victor home in peace.
Again thy godhead we implore,
Such as many courses ran,
What fuller bliss Maria shall bestow
As the solemn hours advance, Mingled send into the dance Many fraught with all the treasures, 60 Which thy eastern travel views; Many wing'd with all the pleasures, Man can ask, or Heav'n diffuse: That great Maria all those joys may know, Which, from her cares, upon her subjects flow.
For thy own glory sing our sov’reign's praise, God of verses and of days: Let all thy tuneful sons adorn Their lasting work with William's name; Let chosen Muses yet unborn 70 Take great Maria for their future theme: Eternal structures let them raise, On William's and Maria's praise: Nor want new subject for the song; Nor fear they can exhaust the store; Till Nature's musie lies unstrung; Till thou, great God, shalt lose thy double pow'r; And touch thy lyre, and shoot thy beams no more.
WOL. i. re
T H E LADY'S LOOKING – GLASS.*
IN IMITATION OF A GREEK IDYLLIUM.
Walk'd o'er the sand-hills to the sea: The setting sun adorn'd the coast, - His beams entire, his fierceness lost: And on the surface of the deep, The winds lay only not asleep: The nymph did like the scene appear, Serenely pleasant, calmly fair: Soft fell her words, as flew the air. With secret joy I heard her say, 10 That she would never miss one day A walk so fine, a sight so gay. But, oh the change the winds grow high; Impending tempests charge the sky;
* See Longinus's Comparison of the Odyssey to the Setting Sun. Ed. Pearce, 8vo. p. 56.
“Whether Prior had the latter words in view, one cannot say; but it is difficult to conceive how the same image could be more accurately or forcibly transferred from one language to another. That lively and most agreeable writer was very fond of copying from the Grecian school, but always in such a manner as to shew the master, where he even meant to imitate, of which this little poem is a beautiful instance: the learned will easily trace in the Looking-Glass of Prior the Poet and his Muse (as it may be inscribed) of Moschus. CAPRICE is the general subject of both poems, and many images of the latter are transplanted into the former.”—Note to Eunomus, 1774, vol. iv. p. 108.
The lightning flies; the thunder roars;
LOWE AND FRIENDSHIP:
A PASTORAL. By MRs. ELIZABETH sINGER.”
To ev'ry shepherd I would mine proclaim; Since fair Aminta is my softest theme: 10 A stranger to the loose delights of love, My thoughts the nobler warmth of friendship prove: And, while its pure and sacred fire I sing, Chaste goddess of the groves, thy succour bring.
Propitious God of Love, my breast inspire With all thy charms, with all thy pleasing fire:
* Afterwards the once celebrated Mrs. Elizabeth Rowe. It is said Mr. Prior once made his addresses to this lady.