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Say, can thy voice, when sultry Sirius reigns, His sprightly blood an even course disdains,
And suns intensely glowing cleave the plains, Pours from his heart, and charges in his veins ;
Th' exhausted urns of thirsty springs supply, He braves the spear, and mocks the twanging bow,
And mitigate the fever of thy tky? (clouds, | Demands the fight, and rushes on the foe..
Or, when the heavens are charg'd with gloonry
And half che fkies precipitate in foods,

MELANCHOLY:
Chase the dark horror of the storm away,
Restrain the deluge, and restore the day?
By thee does summer deck herself with charms,
Or hoary winter lock his frozen arms ?

Occafioned by the Deall of a beloved Daugbter. 1723. Say, if thy hand instruct the rose to glow,

Adieu vain mirch, and noisy joys!
Or to the lily give unfallied snow?
Teach fruits to knit from blossoms by degrees,

Ye gay defires, deluding toys !
Swell into orbs, and load che bending trees,

Thuu, thoughtful melancholy, deign Whose various kinds a various hue unfold,

To hide me in thy pensive train ! With crimfon bleih, or burnish into gold?

If by the fall or murmuring floods, jay, why the sun arrays with fhining dyes

Where awful thades embrown the woods, The gaudy bow that gilds the gloomy skies?

Or if, where winds in caverns groan, de from his urn pours forth his golden streams,

Thou wanderest filent and alone; ind humid clouds imbibe the glittering beams;

Come, blissful mourner, wisely fad, weetly the varying colours fade or rise,

In sorrow's garb, in sable clad, ind the vast arch embraces half the skies.

Henceforth, thou care, my hours employ! ay, didnt thou give the mighty seas their bars, Sorrow, be thou henceforth my joy! ill air with fowl, or light up heaven with ftare, By tombs where sullen spirits Italk, Vhose thousand times ten thousand lamps display | Familiar with the dead I walk;

friendly radiance, minging ray with ray? While to my sighs and groans by turns, ay, canst chou rule the couriers of the sun,

From graves the midnight echo mourns. Ir lash the lazy fign, Bootes, on?

Open thy marble jaws, O tomb, Dost thou instruct the eagle how to fly, o mount the viewless winds, and tower the sky? And you, ye worms, this frame consound,

Though earth conceal me in thy womb ! In sounding pinions borne, he foars, and shrouds

Ye brother reptiles of the ground: lis proud aspiring head among the clouds ; trong-pounc'd, and fierce, le darts upon his

O life, frail offspring of a day!

'Tis puff'd with one short gasp away! prey, Ie sails in triumph through th'ethereal way,

Swift as the short-liv'd flower it flies,
Bears on the sun, and baiks in open day.

It springs, it blooms, it fades, it dics.
Does the dread king, and terror of the wood, With cries we usher in our birth,
Che lion, from thy hand expect his food ?

With groans resign our transient breath : tung with keen hunger from his den he comes, While round, stern ministers of late, langes the plains, and o'er the forest roams : Pain, and difcase, and sorrow wait.

He snuff the track of beasts, he fiercely roars, While childhood reigns, the sportive boy
soubling the horrors of the midnight hours: Learns only prettily to toy;
Vich fullen majesty he talks away,

And while he roves from play to play
und the rocks tremble while he secks his prey: The wanton trifles lite away.
Dreadful he grins, he rends the savage brood

When to the noon of life we risc, Vich unsheath'd paws, and churns the fpcuting The man grows elegant in vice; blood.

To glorious guilt in courts he climbs, of thou with thunder arm the generous horse,

Vilely judicions in his crimes, add nervous limbs, or swiftness for the course? leet as the wind, he shoots along the plain,

When youth and strength in age are lost, od knows no check, nor hears the curbing rein;

Man seems already half a ghoft;

Wither'd and wan to earth he bows, is fiery eye-balls, formidably bright, art a fierce glory, and a dreadful light:

A walking hospital of woes. lcas'd with the clank of arms, and trumpets' sound, Oh happiness, thou empty name! le bounds, and prancing paws the trenibling Say, art thou bough: by gold or fame? ground;

What art chou, gold, but shining earth? le snuffs the promis'd battle from afar, (war : Thou, common fame, but common breath? eighs at the captains, shouts, alid thunder of the li virtue contradict the voice ous'd with the poble din and martial light, Of public fame, applause is noise ; Le pants with tumuite of severe delight: Ev'n victors are by conquest curt,

The bravest warrior is the worst.

Look round on all that man below He mocks the beating forms and wintery hoti- Idly calls great, and all is thow!

All, to the coffio from our birth, aking night hideous as he fernly roars. In this vast toy-shop of the carth.

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VARIATION.

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Come then, O friend of virtuous woe,

Daphnir. With folemn pace, demure, and flow :

Severe the storms ! when shuddering winter biods Lo ! fad and serious, I pursue

The earth! but winter yields to vernal winds. Thy steps--adicu, vain world, adieu !

Oh Love! thy rigour my whole life deforms,

More cold than winter, more severe than storms!
DAPHNIS AND LYCIDAS:

Lycidas.
Sweet is the spring, and gay the summer houts

, A PASTORAL.

When balmy odours breathe from painted flower [They sing the different success and absence of But neither sweet the spring, nor summer gap, their loves.]

When the I love, my charmer, is away. To the Right Hononrable the Lord Viscount Townsend, To Savage rocks, through bleak inclement skich,

Dapbais. of Rainbam in Norfolk.

Deaf as those rocks, from me my fair one flies: -“ Sylvæ sunt Consule dignæ."-VIRG. Oh virgin, cease to fly: th' inclement air (ipar:

May hurt thy charms ! - but thou haft chains a Dapbnis.

Lycidas. How calm the evening ! see the falling day

I love, and ever shall my love remain, Gilds every mountain with a ruddy ray!

The fairelt, kindest virgin of the plain; In gentle fighs the softly whispering breeze

With equal passion her soft bosom glows, Salutes che Äowers, and waves the trenibling trees;

Feels the sweet pains, and shares the heavenly we. Hark! the night-warbler, from yon vocal boughs,

Dapbnis. Glads every valley with melodious woes! Swife through the air her rounds the swallow takes, And gayly false the dear dissembler smiles;

With a feign d passion, The I love beguiles, Or Sportive skims the level of the lakes.

But let her ftill those bleft deceits employ, The timorous deer, swift-ftarting as they graze, Still may she feign, and cheat me into joy! Bound off in crowds, then turn again, and gaze.

Lycidas. Sce! how yon swans, with snowy pride elate,

On yonder bank the yielding oymph reclin'd Arch their high necks, and fail along in state! Thy frisking flocks fafe-wandering crop the plain, There rise, ye flowers, and there your pride dik.

Gods! how transported I, and the how kind! And the glad season claims a gladfome strain.

There shed your odours where the fair-one la Begin Ye echoes listen to the song,

Dapbnis. And with its sweetness pleas'd, each note prolong!

Once, as my fair-one in the rosy bower Lycidas.

In gencle flumbers pass?d the noon-tide hour, Sing, muse--and oh! ny Townshend deign to view

Soft I approach'd, and raptur'd with the blis, What the muse fings, to Townshend this is due !

At leisure gaz'd, then stole a filent kiss : Who carrying with him all the world admires,

She wak'd; when conscious smiles, but ill ry From all the world illustriously retires;

Spoke no disdain –Was ever swain so blef ! And calmly wandering in his Rainham, roves

Lycidas. By lake, or spring, hy thicker, lawn, or groves; Where verdant hills or vale-. where fountains Aray, In Sport my charmer gave her swain a blow :

With fragrant apples from the bending bough Charm every thought of idle pomp away ;

The fair offender, of my wrath afraid, Uncnvy'd views the splendid toils of state,

Fled, till I seiz'd and kiss'd the blooming m2. In private happy, as in public great.

She smild, and vow'd if thus her crimes it Thus godlike Scipio, on whose cares reclin'd

She would offend a thousand times a day! The burden and repose of half mankind,

Dapbais. Left to the vain their pomp, and calmily stray'd,

D'er the steep mountains, and the pathless mc The world forgot, beneath the laurel fhade;

From my embrace the lovely fcorner fled; Not longer would be great, but void of strise,

But stumbling in the flighe, by chance the fel: Clos'd in soft peace his eve of glorious life.

Flaw-but what-her lover will not tell. Feed round, my goats; ye theep, in safety graze;

Lycidas. Ye winds, breathe gently while I tune my lays.

From me my fair-one Aed, difsembling play, The joyous spring draws nigh; ambrosial showers

And in the dark conceal'd the wanton lay: Unbind' the earth, the earth unbinds the flowers;

But laugh'd, and show'd by the directing fous The flowers blow sweet, the daffodils unfold

She only hid, in secret to be found.
The fpreading glories of their blooming gold.
Dapbnis.

Dapbris.
As the gay hours advance, the blosl ms shoot,

Far hence to happier climes Belinda ftrays, The knitting blofioms harden into fruit;

But in my breast her lovely image itays; And as the autunn by degrees enlues,

Oh! to these plains again, bright nymph, resz. The mellowing fruits display their ítreaky hues.

Or from my breast far hence thy image bear! Lycidas.

Lycidas. When the winds whistle, and the tempest roars, Come, Delia, come! till Delia bless these fezis, When foaming billows lath the founding fhores, Hide me, ye groves, within your dark retreats The bloomy beautics of the pastures die,

In hollow groans, ye winds, around me blow! And in gay heaps of fragrant ruin lie.

Ye bubbling fountains, murmur to diy we!

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Daphnis.

The sportsman, train d in fornis, defies here'er Belinda roves, ye zephyrs, play! The chilling blást, and freezing skies: here'er the treads, ye flowers, adorn the way! Uomindful of his bride, in vain m sultry suns, ye gruves, my charmer keep! Soft beauty pleads! along the plain bubbling fourtains, murmur to her sleep! The stag he chases, of beguiles Lycidas.

The furious boar into his toils. treams smooth-wandering, Delia, yield delight; For you the blooming ivy grows, he gay rose, or lily, please thy sight;

Proud to adorn your learned brows; ooth ítreams here wander, here the roses glow, ) Patron of letters you arise, cre che proud lilies rise to shade thy brow:

Grow to a god, and mount the skies. Daphnis. i me, ye muses, while I loud proclaim

Humbly in breezy shades I stray iat love inspires, and sing Belinda's name :

Where sylvans dance, and fatyrs play; Loft it, ye breezes, to the hills around;

Contented to advance my claim,

Oly o'er men without a name; -.1 sport, ye echoes, with the favourite sound. Lycidas.

Transcribing what the muses sing rip name, my Delia, Thall improve my song,

Harmonious to the pipe or string. - pleasing labour of my ravish'd tongue :

But if indulgently you deign
• name to heaven propitious zephyrs bear, To rank ine with the lyric train,
I breathe it to her kindred angels there! Aloft the towering muse shall rise
Dapbnis.

On bolder wings, and gain the skies:
see! the night displays her starry train,
: Silver dews impearl the glittering plain ;

AN EPISTLE awful horror fills the gloomy woods,

To my Friend Mr. Elijab Fenton, Autbor of Ms. d bluish mills rise from the smoking floods :

riamne, a Tragedy. 1726. laste, Daphnis, hafte to fold thy woolly care, : deepening shades imbrown ch' unwholesome Why arc thou slow to strike th' hartnonious fhell, air.

Averse to fing, who know'st to sing so well?

If thy proud muse the tragic buskin wear's,
THE FIRST ODE OF HORACE, • Great Sophocles revives and re-appears;

While, regularly bold, the nobly sings
TRANSLATED.

Strains worthy to detain the ears of kings :
SCENAS, whose high lineage Springs

If by thy hand th Homeric lyre be strung, im a long race of ancient kings,

The lyre returns such sounds as Homer sung. roo and friend! thy bonour'd name

The kind compulsion of a friend obey, once is my defence and fame.

And, though reluctant, swell the lofty lay; There are, who with fond transport praise Then listening groves once more thall catch the e chariot thundering in the race;

sound, nere conquest won, and palms bestow'd, While Grecian mules sing on British ground. e the proud mortal to a god.

Thus calm and filent ihy own Proteus roves

Through pearly mazes, and through coral groves; Che man who courts the people's voice,

But when, emerging from the azure niain, d doats on offices and noise ;

Coercive bands th' unwilling God constrain, they who till the peaceful fields,

Then heaves his bosom with prophetic fires, reap what bountcous nature yields,

And his tongue speaks sublime, what heaven in. mov d, the merchant's wealth behold,

fpires. r hazard happiness for gld ;

Envy, 'tis true with barbarous rage invades tempted by whole worlds of gain

What ev'n fierce lightning spares, the laurel shades; Item the billows of the main.

And critics, bialsu by mistaken rules, Che merchant, when the storm invades, Like Turkish zealots, reverence none but fools. vies the quiet of the shades;

But praise from such injurious tongues is shame; + soon relaunches from the shore,

They rail the happy author into fame : eading the crime of being poor.

Thus Phæl us through the zodiac takes his way,

And rises amid moners into day. Some careless walte the mirthful day

Oh vileness of mankind! when writing well ith generous wines, and wanton play, lulgent of the genial hour,

Becomes a crime, and danger to excel spring, or rill, or shade, or bower.

While noble korn, my friend, such insult fees;

And flies from towns to wilds, from men !o trees. Some hear with joy the clanging jar

Free from the luft of wealth, and glittering trumpers, that alarni to war;

Inares, hile matrons tremble at the breath

That make th' unhappy gitat in love with cares, wat calls their sons to arms and death.

Me humble jovs in calm retirement pleale,

A filent happiness and learned ease.
VARIATION.

Deny me grandeur, heaven, but goodness grant!
Halte, Lycidas, to fold, &c.

A king is less illustrious than a faint :

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Hail, holy virtue! cone, thou heavenly guest, Be all but virtuous : Oh! unwise to live Come, fix thy pleasing empire in my breast ! Unfalhionably good, and hope to thrive! * Thou know it her influence, friend! thy cheer Trees that aloft with proudelt honours rise, ful mien

Rooi hell-ward, and thence flourish to the kies. Proclaims the innocence and peace within ;

O happier thou, my friend, with case contest, Such joys as none but fons of virtue know, Bleft with the conscience of a life well-spent! Shine in thy face, and in thy bosom glow. Nor would'At be great ; but guide thy gather'd fais,

So when the holy mount the prophet trod, Safe by the fore nor tempt the rougher gales; And talk'd familiar as a friend with God,

For fure, of all that feel the wound of fate, Celestial radiance every feature ihed,

None are completely wretched but the great : And ambient glories dawn'd around his head.

Superior woes, superior fations bring; Sure what th' unthinking great miftaken call A peasant Necps, while cares awake a king : Their happiness, is folly, folly all !

Who reigns, mult suffer ! crowns with gems inla. Like lofiy mountains in the clouds they hide At once adorn and load the royal head : Their haughty heads, but swell with barren pride; Change but the scene, and kings in duft decas, And while low vales in useful beauty lie,

Swept from the earth the pageants of a day; Heave their proud naked summits to the sky. There no diftinctions on the dead await, In honour, as in place, ye grcat, transcend ! But pompous graves, and rottenness in ftate. An angel fall'n, degenerates to a fiend :

Such now are all that shone on earth before ; Th'all-cheering sun is honour'd with his shrines ; Cæsar and mighty Marlborough are no more! Not that he moves aloft, but that he shines., Unballow'd feet o’er awful Tully tread, Why flames the star on Walpole's generous And Hyde and Plato join the vulgar dead; breaft?

And all the glorious aims that can employ Not that he's highest, but because he's beft; The foul of mortals, mult with Hanmer die: Fond to oblige, in blessing others, bleft.

O Compton, when this breath we once relia How wondrous sew, by avarice uncontrol'd, My dul fhail be as eloquent as thine ! Have virtue to subdue the thirft of gold !

Til that last hour which calls me hence as The thining dirt the fordid wretch ensnares To pay that great arrear which all mut par; To buy, with mighty trçasures, mighty cares; Oh! may I tread the paths which faints havet". Blindly he courts, misguided by the will,

Who knew they walk'd before th' all-lecing Co. A spacious good, and meets a real ill :

Studious from ways of wicked men to keep, So when Ulysses plough'd the surgy main; Who niock at vice, while grieving angels we When now in view appear'd his native reign, Come, taste, my friend! the joys retirement les His wayward mates th Æolian bag unbind, Look down on royal flaves, and pity kings Expecting treasures, but out-ruh d a wind; More happy! laid where trees with trees ents. The sudden hurricane in thunder roars,

In bowery arches tremble to the wind, Buffers the bark, and whirls it from the shores. With innocence and shade like Adam blet,

O heaven! by what vain paslions man is sway'd, While a new Eden opens in the breast! Proud of his reason, by his will betray'd ! Such were the scenes descending angels trod Blindly he wanders in pursuit of vice,

In guiltless days, when man convers'd with G. And hates confinement, though in paradise ; Then shall my lyre to loftier sounds be frurg, Doom’d, when enlarg'd, instead of Eden's bowers, Inspir’d by * Homer, or what thou haft fung: To rove in wilds, and gather thorns for flowers; My muse from thine shall catch a warmer ray Between th' extremes, direct he sees the way, As clouds are brighten'd by the God of day. Yet wilful swerves, perversely fond to siray! So trecs unapt to bear, by art refin'd,

Whilst niggard souls indulge their craving thirn, With shoots ennobled of a generous kind, Rich without bounty, with abundance curlt; High o'er the ground with fruits adopted rift, The prodigal pursues expensive vice,

And lift their spreading honours to the skie And buys dishonour at a mighty price ; On beds of flate the splendid glutton Deeps,

A DIALOGUE While farving merit unregarded weeps : Between a Lady and ber Looking-Glass, abile f His ill-plac'd bounty, while scorn’d virtue grieves,

the Green-Sickness. A dog, a fawning lycophant receives;

The gay Ophelia vicw'd her face And cringing knaves, or haughty strumpets, share

In the clear cryftal of her glass; What would make forrow smile, and cheer de

The lightning from her eye was fled, spair. Then would't thou Ateer where fortune spreads Her check was pale, the roses dead. the fails?

Then thus Ophelia, with a frown :Go, fatter vice! for seldom flattery fails:

Are thou, false thing, perfidious grown! Soft through the ear the plealing bane distills :

I never could have thought, I swear, Delicious puison! in perfumes it kills!

To find lu great a slanderer there!

False thing! thy malice I defy!

Beaux vow I'm fair-who never lye. VARIATION. * Thou feel'At her power, my friend, &c. * Dr. Broome tranfiated eight books of the Origt:

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THE MORAL,

Niore brittle far than britrie thou,

Ev'n with the grave, che haughty spoilers war, Would every grace of woman grow,

And death's dark manfions wide disclose to air: Jf charms so great so soon decay,

O'er kings and saints insulting italk, nor dread The bright poflellion of a day!

To spurn the ashes of the glorious dead. But this I know, and this declare,

See! the Britannic lions wave in air ! (war: That thou art falle, and I am sair.

See! mighty Marlborough breathing death and The glass was vex'd to be bely'd,

From Albion's shores, at Anna's high commands, And thus with angry tone reply'd :

The dauntless hero pours his martial bands.

Ag when in wrath ftern Mars the thunderer sende No more to me of falsehood talk,

To scourge his foes ; in pomp the God descends; But leave your oatmeal and your chalk!

He mounts his iron car; with fury burns; l'is true, you're meagre, pale, and wan; The car fierce-rattling thunders as it turns; The reason is, you're sick for man.-

Gloomy he grasps his adamantine field, While yet it fpoke, Ophelia frown'd,

And scatters armies o'er th' ensanguin'd field : Ind dash'd th' ofiender to the ground;

With delegated wrath thus Marlborough glows, Nith fury from her arm it fled,

In vengeance rushing on his country's focs. Arid round a glittering ruin spread ;

See! round the hostile towers embattled stands Vhen lo! the parts pale looks disclose,

His banner'd hoft, embodied bands by bands ! 'ale looks in every fragment rose;

Hark! the thrill trumpet sends a mortal sound, around the room instead of one,

And prancing horses shate the folid ground; in hundred pale Ophelias fhone ;

The surly drums beat terrible afar, way the frighted virgin few,

With all the dreadful music of the war; ind humbled, from herself withdrew.

From the drawn swords effulgent Dames arise,
Flash o'er the plains, and lighten to the skies;
The heavens above, the fields and floods beneath,

Glare formidably bright, and thine with death; e beaux, who tempt the fair and young,

In fiery storns defcends a murderous fhower, Vith snuff, and nonefense, dance, and song;

Thick flash the lightnings, fierce the thunders roar.

As when in wrathful niood Almighty Jove e men of compliment and lace! chold this image in the glass :

Aims his dire bolts red-hilling from above; he wondrous force of flattery prove,

Through the fing'd air, with unrefifted sway, o cheat fond virgins into love :

The forky vengeance rends its flaming way, "hough pale the cheek, yet swear it glows

And, while the firmament with thunder roars, Vith the vermilion of the rose :

From their soundations hurls imperial towers; 'raise them for praise is always true,

So rush the globes with many a fiery round, "hough with both eyes the cheat they view.

Tear up the rock, or rend the stedfalt mound. 'rom hateful truths the virgin fies;

Death thakes aloft her dart, and o'er her prey ut the false sex is caught with lies.

Stalks with dire joy, and marks in blood her way;
Mountains of heroes Nain deform the ground,

The Shape of man half bury'd in the wound: A POEM ON THE SEAT OF WAR IN

And lo! while in the shock of war they close, FLANDERS,

While (words meet swords, and foes encounter foes, Chiefly with Relation to ibe Sieges :

The treacherous earth, beneath their footsteps

cleaves, ITTHE PRAISE OF PEACE AND RETIREMENT,

Her entrails cremble, and her bofom heaves; WRITTEN IN 1710.

Sudden in bursts of fire eruptions rise, Seceffus mei non desidiæ nomen, sed tranquillitatis And whirl the torn battalions to the skies. accipiant."-PLIN.

Thus earthquakes, rumbling with a thundering

sound, APPY, thou Flandria, on whose fertile plains, Shake the firm world, and rend the cleaving ground; I wanton pride luxurious plenty reigns;

Rocks, hills, and groves, are tost into the sky, appy! had heaven bestow'd one blessing more, And in one mighty ruin nations die. ind plac'd thee distant from the Gallic power! See! through th' encumber'd air the ponderowe ut now in vain thy lawns attract the view,

bomb hey but invite the victor to subdue :

Bears magazines of death within its womb; Tar, horrid war, the sylvan scene invades,

The glowing orb displays a blazing train, ind angry trumpets pierce the woodland shades;

And darts bright horror through th' ethereal plain; lere shatter'd towers, proud works of many an

• It mounts tempestuous, and with hideous found age,

Wheels down the heavens, and thunders o'er the je dreadful monuments of human rage;

ground: here palaces and hallow'd domes display Tajestic ruins, awful in decay! hy very duft, though unistinguish'd trod,

VARIATION. Compos'd, perhaps, some hero, great and good, Ev'n the stero souls of heroes feel dismay; Vho nobly for his country lost his blood

Proud semples ood, aspiring towers give way,

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