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Far o'er the Alps our helpless monarch sends, With pain and joy at ftrise, I often trace
Was it for this the sun's whole luftre fail'd, In vain new thoughts of rage I entertain,
O princess! happy by thy foes confeft! Aërial knights and combats in the skies !
Bleft in thy husband! in thy children bleft! Was it for this Northumbrian streams look'd red! As they from thee, from them new beautics born, And Thames driv’n backward show'd his fecret While Europe latts, shall Europe's thrones adorn. False auguries! th’infulting victor's scorn! [bed: Transplanted to each court, in times to come, Ev'n our own prodigies against us turn!
Thy smile celestial and unfading bloom, O portents construed on our side in vain!
Great Austria's sons with softer lines shall grace, Let never Tory trust eclipse again!
And smooth the frowns of Bourbon's haughty race. Run clear, ye fountains! be at peace, ye skies! The fair descendents of thy sacred bed, And, Thames, henceforth to thy green borders Wide-branching o'er the western world thail rile!
spread, To Rome then must the royal wanderer go, Like the fam'd Banian tree, whose pliant shoot And fall a fuppliant at the papal toe!
To earthward bending of itself takes root, His life in Acth inglorious must he wear,
Till, like their mother plant, ten thousand fand. One half in luxury, and one in prayer?
In verdant arches on the fertile land; His mind perhaps at length debauch'd with ease, Beneath her shade the tawny Indians rove, The proffer'd purple and the bat may picase. Or hunt, at large, through the wide echoing grove. Shall he, whose ancient patriarchal race
O thou, to whom these mournful lines I send, To mighty Nimrod in one line we trace,
My promis'd husband, and my dearest friend; In folenin conclave fit, devoid of thought, Since heaven appoints this favour'd race to reign; And pole for points of faith his trusty vote! And blood has drench 8 the Scottish fields in vain He summop'd to his stall in time of need,
Must I be wretcl.ed, and thy flight partake? And with his casting suffrage fix a creed ! Or wilt not thou, for thy lov'd Chloe's sake, Shall he in robes on stated days appear,
Tir'd out at length, submit to fate's decree? And English heretics curse once a year!
If ant to Brunswick, O return to me! Garnet and Faux (hall he with prayers invoke, Prostrate before the vi&or's mercy bend: And beg that Smithfield piles once more may What spares whole thousands, may to thee extend. smoke!
Should blinded friends thy doubtful conduct blame, Forbid it, heaven! my soul, to fury wrought, Great Brunswick's virtue shall secure thy fame : Tuins almof Hanoverian at the thought. Say these invite thee to approach his throne,
From James and Rom: I feel my heart decline, And own the monarch, heaven vouchsafes to own: Ard fear, o Brurswick, 'twill be wholly thine ; The world, convinc'd, thy reasons will approve ; Yet fill his share thy rival will conteft,
Say this to them; but swear to me 'cwas love. And fill the double claim divides my breast. 'l he fate of James with piging eyes I view,
Occafioned by bis Excellency ibe Earl of Stanbepe's
Voyage to France, 1718.
« Idem You know my language, and my heart, sincere. " Pacis eras mediusque belli.” Hor. in vain did fallelood his fair fame disgrace; What force had falsehood, when he show'd his
Fair daughter once of Windsor's woods! face!
In safety o'er the rolling floods, In vain to war cur boasiful clans were led;
Britannia's boast and darling care, leans Priv’n on heaps, in the dire shock they fled: Big with the fate of Europe, bear. France Nuus his wrath, nor raises to our shame May winds propitious on his way Aricond Dunkirk in another name:
The niinister of peace convey; In Britain's finds ther wealth all Europe throws,
Nor rebel wave, nor rising storm, And up the Thames the world's abundance flows : Great George's liquid realms deform. Spice of legni'd tease and artificial cries,
Our vows are heard. Thy crowded fails I be pivts town lees fifty churches sise :
Al eady swell with western gales ; 'The hero triunghs as his worth is kuown, Already Albion's coast retires, And fits more tirmiy on his shikon throne. And Calais multiplies her spires :
To my sad thou he no brain of hope appears At length has royal Orleans preft, Through the long profpcct of succeeding years. With open arms, the well-known guest; Th. fun, afpiring to his father's fame,
Before in sacred friendship join'd, Shows all his fire: archer and the same.
And now in counsels for mankind : Hle, bl.ft in lovely Carolina's arms,
Whild his cicar (chemes our patriot shows, To lucurc ages propagates her charms:
And plans the threaten'd world's repole,
They fix each haughty monarch's doom, May none pretend upon her throne to fit,
But such as, (prung from you, are born to wit: Henceforth great Brunswick snall decree
Chosen by the mob, their lawless claini weilight: What flag mult awe the Tyrrhene sea ;
Yours is the old hereditary right.
Charles I. Taken at tbe time of his Trial. Nor, Ebro, let thy single rage
INSCRIBED TO GEORGE CLARKE, ESQ.
-Animum pidura pascit inani
“ Multa gemens, largoque humect at flumine u vultum.”
VIRG. While yet the Gallic terrors Icep, Nor Britain thunders from the deep.
Can this be he! could Charles, the good, the
Be funk by heaven to such a dismal state!
How meagre, pale, neglected, worn with care!
What steady sadness, and august despair ! Want kings henceforth shall reign, what states in those funk eyes the grief of years I trace, be free,
And sorrow seems acquainted with that face. Is fix'd at length by Anna's just decree :
Tears, which his heart disdain'd, from me o'erWhofe brows the muse's sacred wreath fall fit,
flow, Is left to you the arbiters of wit.
Thus to survey God's substitute below, With beating bearts the rival poets wait,
In solemn anguish, and majestic woe. Till you, Athenians, shall decide their fate;
When spoil'd of empire by unhallowed hands, Secure, when to these learned seats they come, Sold by his Naves, and held in impious bands; Of equal judgment, and impartial doom.
Rene from, what oft had sweeten'd anxious liso, Poor is the player's fame, whose whole renown His helpless children, and his bofom wife; Is but the praise of a capricious town;
Doom'd for the faith, plebeian rage to stand, While, with mock-majesty, and fancy'd power, And fall a vi&im for the guilty land; He struts in robes, the monarch of an hour. Then thus was seen, abandon'd and forlorn, Oft wide of nature must he act a part,
The king, the father, and the saint to mourn. Make love in tropes, in bombait break his heart : How could'nt thou, artist, then thy skill display? In turn and simile relign his breath,
Thy Ready hands thy favage heart betray: And rhyme and quibble is the pangs of death. Near thy bold work the funn'd spectators faint, We blush, when plays like these receive applause; Nor fee unmov'd, what thou uimov'd could'st And laugh, in secret, at the tears we cause;
paint. With honest scorn our own success disdain, What brings to mind each various scene of woe, A worthlefs honour, and inglorious gain.
Th' infulting judge, the solemnémocking show, No trifling scenes at Oxford shall appear; The horrid fentence, and accursed blow. S Well, what we bluth to act, may you to hear. Where then, just heaven, was thy unactive hand, To you our fam'd, our standard plays we bring, Thy idle thunder, and thy lingering brand ! The work of poets, whom you taught to fing : Thy adamantine ihield, thy angel wings, Though crown'd with fame, they dare not think And the great Genii of anointed kings! it due,
Treason and fraud Mall thus the stars regard! Nor take the laurel till bestow'd by you.
And injur'd virtue meet this fad reward! Great Caro's self the glory of the stage,
So sad, none like, can time's old records tell, Who charms, corrects, exalts, and fires the age, Though Ponipey bled, and poor Darius fell! begs here be may be try'doy Roman laws; All names but one too low-that one too high: To you, O fathers, he submits his cause;
All parallels are wrongs, or blasphemy. He refts not in the people's general voice,
O power supreme! ilow secret are thy ways ! Till you, the fenate, have confirm'd his choice. Yet man, vain man, would trace thy mystic maze, Fine is the secret, delicate the art,
With foolish wisdom, arguing, charge his God, To wind the paflions, and command the heart; His balance hold, and guide his angry rod; For fancy'd ills to force our tears to flow, New-mould the spheres, and mend the sky's design, And make the generous foul in love with woe; And sound ch'immense with his short scanty line. To raise the thades of heroes to our view;
Do thou, my soul, the defin'd period wait, Rebuild fall’n empires, and old time renew, When God shall solve the dark decrecs of fate, How hard the talk: how rare the godlike rage! His now unequal dispensations clcar, None should presume to di&tatc for the stage, And make all wise and beautiful appear; But such as boast a great extensive mind,
When suffering faints aloft in beams fall glow, Enrich'd by nature, and by art refin'd; [bring, And prosperous traitors gnani their teeth belove. Who from the ancient stores their knowledge Such boding thoughts did guilty conscience dalt, And tasted early of the muses' spring.
A pledge of hell to dying Cromwell's heart :
Then this pale image feem'd i' invade his room, His fellows' vain alarms rejects with fcorn, Gaz'd him to stone, and warn'd him to the tomb. True to the master's voice, and learned born. While thunders roll, and nimble lightnings play, His noftrils pft, if ancient fame sing true, And the storm wings his spotted soul away. Trace the fly felon through the tainted dew; A blast more bounteons ne'er did heaven com Once snuff 'd, he follows with unalter'd aim, mand
Nor odours Jure him from the chosen game; To scatter bleflings o'er the British land. (Spain, Deep-mouth'd he thunders, and inflam'd he views, Not that more kind, which dash'd the pride of Springs on relentless, and to death pursues. And whirl'd her crush's Armada round the main; Some hounds of manners vile (nor less we find Not those more kind, which guide 'our floating of fops in hounds, than in the reasoning kind) towers,
Puff'd with conceit run gladding o'er the plain, Waft gums and gold, and made far India ours : And from the scent divert the wiser crain; That only kinder, which to Britain's More For the foe's footsteps fondly fnuff their own, Did mitres, crowns, and Stuart's race restore, And mar the music with their senseless tone; Renew'd the church, revers'd the kingdom's Start at the starting prey, or rustling wind, doom,
And, hot at first, inglorious lag behind. And brought with Charles an Anna yet to come. A fauntering tribe ! may such my fues disgrace!
O Clarke, to whom a Stuart trusts her reign Give me, ye gods, to breed the nobler race. O’er Albion's ficets, and delegates the main ; Nor grieve thou to attend, while truths unknowa Dear, as the faith thy loyal heart hath (woru, I sing, and make Athenian arts our own. Transmit this piece to ages yet unborn.
Dost thou in hounds alpire to deathless fame? This fight fhall danıp the vaging ruffian's breaft, Learn well their lineage and their ancient item. The poison spill and half-drawn sword arrest; Each tribe with joy old rustic heralds trace, To soft compassion ftubborn traitors bend,
And sing the cholen worthies of their race; And, one deltroy'd, a thousand kings defend. How his fire's features in the son were spy'd,
When Die was made the vigorous Riogwood's A FRAGMENT OF A POEM ON HUNTING. Less sure thick lips the fate of Austria doom,
Or eagle nofes rul'd almighty Rome. « Dona cano divům, latas venantibus artes,
Good shape to various kinds old bards confine, “ Aufpicio, Diana, tuon
Some praise the Greek, and some the Roman line; HORSES and hounds, their care, their various race,
And dogs to beauty make as differing claims,
As Albion's nymphs, and India's jetty dames. The numerous beasts, that range the rural chase, The huntsman's chosen scenes, his friendly stars,
Immense to name their lands, to mark their bounds, The laws and glory of the sylvan wars,
And paint the thousand families of hounds : I first in British verse presume to raise ;
First count the sands, the drops where oceans
flow, A venturous rival of the Roman praise. Let me, charte queen of woods, thy aid obtain,
Or Gauls by Marlborough sent to shades below. Bring here thy light-foot nymphs, and sprightly the talk be mine, to teach Britannia's swains, train :
My much-lov'd country, and may native plains. If oft o'er lawns, thy care prevents the day
Such be the dog, I charge, thou mean'it to train, To rouse the foe, and press the bounding prey,
His back is crooked, and his belly plain, Woo thine own Phæl us in the talk to join,
Of fillet stretch'd, and huge of haunch behind, And grant me genius for the bold defign.
A tapering tail, that nimbly cuts the wind; In this soft shade, O sooth the warrior's fire,
Truss-thigh'd, straight-ham'd, and fox-like formid And fit his bow-itring to the trembling lyre; And teach, while thus their arts and arms we fing, His fat, wide noftrils snuff the favoury steam,
Large-legd, dry fold, and of protended claw. The groves to echo and the vales to ring.
And from his eyes he shoots pernicious gleam;
Middling his head, and prone to carth his view, Thy care be first the various gifts to trace,
With ears and chest that dalh the morning dew:
He best to stem the food, to leap the bound, The minds and genius of the latrant race.
And charm the Dryads with his voice profound; In powers distinct the different clans excel, In fight, or swiftness, or sagacious smell ;
To pay large tribute to his weary lord, By wiles ungenerous fome surprise the prey,
And crown the sylvan hero's plenteous board. And some by courage win the doubtful day.
The matron bitch whose womb shall beft pro.
duce Seeft thou the gaze.hound how with glance fe
The hopes and fortune of th' illustrious house, From the close herd he marks the delin'd deer!
Deriv'd from noble, but from foreign seed, How every nerve the greyhound's stretch displays, I like the Gre throughout. Nor yet displease
For various nature lothes incestuous breed, The hare preventing in her airy maze ; The luckless prey how trcacherous tumblers gain, Large flanks, and ribs, to give the teemer case. And dauntless woll dog shake the lion's manc;
In spring let loose thy pairs. Then all thing: O’er all, the blood-hound boasts superior skill,
prove Olceat, to view, to turn, and boldly kill!
The lives of pleafure, and the pangs of love :
FROM MONSIEUR FONTENELLE.
Æthereal jove then glads, with genial showers, Hence bees in state, and foaming toursers come
TO APOLLO MAKING LOVE.
The long list of the graces his godship postess'd : Hear'd by his wayward mirth old ocean roars, I'm the god of sweet song, and inspirer of lays; And scatter'd navies bulge on diftant hores. All nature smiles; come now, nor fear, my love,
Nor for lays, nor sweet song, the fair fugitive stays; To taste the odours of the woodbine grove,
I'm the god of the harp-stop my fairelt-in vain;
Nor the harp, nor the harper, could fetch her To pass the evening glooms in harmless play, And, sweetly swearing, languish life away.
again. An altar, bound with recent Aowers, I rear Every plant, every flower, and their virtues I know, To thee, best season of the various year ;
God of light I'm above, and of physic below : All hail! such days in beauteous order ran,
At the dreadíul word physic, the nymph fled more So swift, so sweet, when first the world began, lo Eden's bowers, when man's great fire aflign'd
At the fatal word phyfic The doubled her haste. The names and natures of the brutal kind. Thou fond god of wisdom, then, alter thy phrase, Then lamb and lion friendly walk'd their round, Bid her view the young bloom, and thy ravishing And hares, undaunted, lick'd the fondling hound;
(charms, Wond'rous to tell! but when, with luckless hand, Tell her less of thy knowledge, and more of thy Our daring mother broke the sole command, And, my life for't, the damsel will fly to thy arms. Then want and envy brought their meagre train, Then wrath came down, and death had leave to
THE FATAL CURIOSITY. reign : Hence foxes earth'd, and wolves abhor'd the day,
Much had I heard of fair Francelia's name, And hungry churls ensnar'd the nightly prey;
The lavish praises of the babler, fame : Rude arts at first; but witty want refin'd
I thought them such, and went prepar'd to pry, The huntsman's wiles, and famine form'd the mind.
And trace the charmer, with a critic's eye. Bold Nimrod first the lion's trophies wore,
Resolv'd to find some fault, before unspy'd, The panther bound, and lanc'd the bristling boar;
And disappointed, if but fatisfy'd. He taught to turn the hare, to bay the deer,
Love pierc'd the vallal heart, that durft rebel, And wheel the courser in his mid career :
And, where a judge was meant, a vidim fell : Ah, bad he there restrain'd his tyrant hand!
On those dear cyes, with sweet perdition gay, Let me, ye powers, an humbler wreath demand. I gaz'd, at once, my pride and soul away; No pomps I ask, which crowns and sceptres yield,
Allo'er I felt the luscious poison run, Nor dangerqus laurels in the dusty field;
And, in a look, the hafty conqueft won. Fast by the foreft, and the limpid spring,
Thus the fond moth around the taper plays, Give me the warfare of the woods to fing,
And sports and flutcers near the treacherous blaze; To breed my whelps, and healthful press the game,
Ravishid with joy, he wings his eager fight, A mean, inglorious, but a guiltless name.
Nur dreams of ruin in so clear a light;
A bright deftruction, and a shining comb.
TO A LADY;
Where Claudian's genius in the Phænix shines; Strok'd by thy son's, or blooming daughter's hand. A thousand ways cach brilliant point is curn'd, Caress, indulge, by arts the matron bribe,
And che gay poem like its theme, adorn'd : T' improve her breed, and teem a vigorous tribe. A tale more Itrange ne'er grac'd the poet's art,
So, if small things may be compar’d with great, Nor c'er did fi&ti n play so wild a part. And nature's works the muses imitate,
Each fabled charm in matchless Cælia meets, So, ftretch'd in fhades, and lull'd by murmuring The heavenly colours, and ambrosial sweets ; streams,
Her virgin bolom challer fires su. plies, Great Maro's breast receiv'd the heavenly dreams. And beams more piercing guard her kindred cyes, Recluse, serene, the muling prophet lay.
O'erflowing wit th' imagin', wonder drew, Tüiboughts in embryo, ripening, burnt their way. But fertile fancy ne'er can reach the true.
WITH A DESCRIPTION OF THE PHOENIX.
Now buds your youth, your cheeks their bloom | And those fleet wings, for ftrength and speed tedisclose,
nown'd, Th' untainted lily, and unfolding rose;
Scarce rear th’inactive lumber from the ground. Ease in your mien, and sweetness in your face, Mysterious arts a second time create You speak a fyren, and you mode a grace; The bird, prophetic of approaching fate. Nor time shall urge these beauties to decay, Pild on a heap Sabzan herbs he lays, While virtue gives, what years shall stcal away : Parch'd by his fire the sun's intenseft rays; The fair, whose youth can boast the worth of age, The pile design'd to form his funeral seene In age shall with the charms of youth engage; He wraps in covers of a fragrant green, In every change still lovely, fill the same,
And bids his spicy heap at once become A fairer Phænix in a purer flame.
A grave deftrucive, and a teeming womb. A DESCRIPTION OF THE PHENIX.
On the rich bed the dying wonder lies,
Imploring Phæbus with persuasive cries,
To dart upon him in colleacd rays,
And new-create him in a deadly blaze. Where spring still blooms, and greens for ever fmilc, The god beholds the suppliant from afar, Which sees the sun put on his first array,
And stops the progress of his heavenly car. And hears his panting steeds bring on the day; "O thou, says he, whom harmless fires shall burn, When, from the deep, they ruh with rapid force, “ Thy age the flame to second youth fall turn, And whirl aloft, to run their glorious course; “ An infant's cradle is thy funeral urn. When first appear the suddy streaks of light, “ Thou, on whom heaven has fix'd th' ambiguous And glimmering beams dispel the parting night.
In these soft shades, unprest by human feet, " To live by ruin, and by death to bloom, The happy phenix keeps his balmy feat,
Thy life, thy strength, thy lovely form renew, Far from the world disjoin'd; he reigns alone, “ And with fresh beautiesdoubly charm the view." Alike the empire, and its king unknown.
Thus speaking, 'midft'the aromatic bed
And straight devours the willing facrifice,
Perfume the air, and glitter in the sky, Contemns the power of fate, and mates the gods. The moon and stars, amaz’d, retard their flight, Hi, fiery eyes shoot forth a glittering ray, And nature fartles at the doubtful fight; And round his head ten thousand glories play; For, whilst the pregnant urn with fury glows, High on his creít, a star celestial bright
The goddess labours with a mother's throes, Divides the darkness with its piercing light; Yet joys to cherish, in the friendly flames, His legs are fain'd with purple's lively dye, The noblest product of the skill the claims. His azure wings the flecting winds outfly;
Th’enlivening dust its head begins to rear, Soft plumes of cheersul blue his limbs enfold, And on the ashes (prouting plumes appear; Enrich'd with spangles, and bedrope with gold. In the dead bird reviving vigour reigns,
Begot by none hineself, begetting none, And life returning revels in his veins : Sire of himself he is, and of himself the fon; A new-born Phænix starting from the flame, His life in fruitful death renews his date,
Obtains at once a son's, and father's name; And kind destruction but prolongs his fate : And the great change of double life displays, Ev’n in the grave new strength his limbs receivc, In the short moment of one transient blaze. And on the funeral pile begin to live.
On his new pinions to the Nile he bends, For when a thousand times the summer fun And to the gods his parent urn commends, His bending race has on the zodiac run,
To Egypt bearing, with majestic pride, And when as oft the vernal signs have rollid, The balmy nett, where first he liv'd and dy'd. As oft the wintery brought the numbing cold; Birds of all kinds admire th' (unusual fight, Then drops the bird, worn out with aged cares, And grace che triumph of his infant fight; And bends beneath the mighty load of years. in crowds unnumber d round their chief they fly,
So falls the sately pine, that proudly grew, Oppress the air, and cloud the spacious sky; The shade and glory of the mountain's brow. Nor dares the fiercelt of the winged race When pierc'd by blaits, and spouting clouds o'er- Obftru& his journey through th' ethereal space; spread,
The hawk and eagle uselels wars forbear, It, flowly finking, nods its tottering head,
Forcgo their courage, and consent to fear; Þ'art dies by winds, and part by sickly rains,
The feather'd nations humble homage bring, And wafting age destroys the poor remains. And bless the gaudy flight of their ambrosial king. Then, as the filver emprefs of the right,
Less glittering pomp docs Parthia's monarch O'erclouded, flimmers in a fainter light,
Commanding legions to the dusty field; (yield, So, frez'n with age, and shut from lighe supplies, Though sparkling jewels on his helm abound, Ini buzy sounds scarce roll his feeble eyes,
And royal gold his awful head furround;