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Still pouring forth executive desire,
ON TAKING A BACHELOR'S fire.
In allusion to Horace. Book ii, Ode 30
Exegi monumentum ære perennius, &c.
Who magnitude of mind not borły boast. 'Tis done: I tow'r to that degree,
And catch such heavenly fire,
Nor is King'schapel higher'.-
My name in sure recording page
Shall time itself o'erpow'r?,
If no rude mice with envious rage
The buttery books devour.
A title3 too with adiled grace,
My nanie shall now attend,
A nymph and priest ascend4.
Ev'n in the schools I now rejoice,
Where late I shook with fear,
Loud thundering in my ears.
A soft Italian layo,
Or where Cam's scanty waters flow?,
Releas'd from lectures, stray.
Meanwhile, friend Bankso, my merits claim
Their jusi reward from you,
When once that fame's our duel,
Invest me with a graduate's gown,
Midst shouts of all beholders,
And deck with hood my shoulders.
A MORNING PIECE,
OR AN HYMN FOR THE HAY-MAKERS.
Sweet Nancy's voice shall soothe the sound ; Quinetiam Gallum noctem explaudentibus alis
Auroram clarâ consuetum voce vocare. Lucrer,
Brisk Chanticleer his matins had begun,
And broke the silence of the night.
and thrice he call'd aloud the tarrly Sun,
And thrice he hail'd the dawn's ambiguous
Back to their graves the fear-begotten phantoms
• Regali situ pyramidum altius. -
: Quod non innumerabilis
Annoruin series, &c.
Scandet cum tacitê virgine pontifex.
Ævlium carmen ad Italos
Qua pauper aquæ Daunus, &c.
8 A celebrateil taylor. And present joys exceed the past;
9 Sume superbian Shall be thy task both day and night,
Lauro cinge volens
Increase with the increasing days,
Strong Labour got up. With his pipe in his
He stoutly strode over the dale, (mouth, He lent new perfumes to the breath of the
On his back hung his wallet and fail. Behind him came Health from her cottage of
Now the rural graces three
In her cleanly home-spun vest.
The warning peal bave giv'n; And pious Gratitude resounds
Her morning hymn to Heav'n.
All alive o'er the lawn,
The little lambkins play,
Come, my mates, let us work,
And all hands to the fork, While the Sun shines, our hay-cocks to make,
So finc is the day,
And so fragrant the hay,
In the middle of the ring,
From the leathern bottle swill.
Glitter 'mongst th’entangled trees,
And court'sy to the courting breeze,
Could I thee to these meads decoy,
On a bank of fragrant thyme,
Or satiate with Nature's random scenes,
Where taste and elegance command
Our voices let's raise
In Phæbus's praise, Inspird hy so glorious a theme,
Our musical words
Shall be join'd by the birds, And we'll dance to the tune of the stream.
From the Sun and from the show'r,
ODE XIV. Dicetur meritâ nox quoque næniá. Hon. 'Twas when bright Cynthia with her silver car,
Soft stealing from Endymion's bed,
Had callid forth ev'ry glitring star, And up th'ascent of Heav'n her brilliant host had
Night with all her negro train,
Heav'ns! how you glide!-her neck-her chest
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-tben 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 so-
And let each rose that decks your face
Blush assent to my embrace.
ON THE FIFTH OF DECEMBER,
BLING THE BIRTH-DAY OF A BEAUTIFUL YOUNG LADY,
His speculations thus the sage begun,
When, lo! the neighbouring bell
And rapp'd at fair Ele'nor's door;
And next morn por'd in Plato for more.
HAIL, eldest of the monthly train,
Sire of the winter drear,
Expires the chequer'd year.
Smile gladly on this blest of days.
With more than summer rays,
Long days and happy hours,
And May be crown'd with flow'rs;
Eclips'd and vanquish’d, fade away:
A sweeter flow'r than Nay.
Lors, with endistinguish'd fame,
ODE FOR MUSIC
ON SAINT CECILIA'S DAY.
Et testudineâ, Phæbe superbe, lyrå
PREPACE. The author of the following piece has been told, that the writing an ode on St. Cecilia's Day,
Miss Harriot Pratt of Downham, in Norfolk, to whom our author was long and unsuccessfully attached, and who was the subject also of the Crambı, Ballad, and other verses in this collection. c.
fter Mr. Dryden and Mr. Pope, would be great
ness and purity of Horace. Dryden's is certainly presumption, which is the reason he detains the eader in this place to make an apology, much by no means so much so as people in general will
the more elevated performance of the two, but against his will, be 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'sJ 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 shrewd remarks, which, it seems, are reserved
have given him the preference; and the rather,
because in this piece he does not deserve it. for him.
In the secoud place, this subject was not his choice, but imposed upon him by a gen- taking notice of a fine subject for an ode on St.
It would not be right to conclude, without 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 exquisite art he is above most of his profession. troubled with the evil spirit.
that is David's playing to king Saul when he was The request of a friend, undoubtedly, will be pleased with the hint at first, but at length was
He was much 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 which Fresnoy prescribes to the painters; made use of it, had they not been convinced of which is likewise applicable to the poets. jt'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 tanso far as may be in the power of a person of his
(lucem; mean abilities, He does not pretend to equal
Non pigmenta queant: auream sed Vespere the very worst parts of the two celebrated per Seu niodicum mane albentem ; sive ætheris formances already extant on the subject; which acknowledgment alone will, with the good-na Post bremen nimbis transfuso sole caducam; tured and judicious, acquit him of presuniption; Su nebalis 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 Pindarie,
join in the praise of S. Cecilia. The divine which should consist in the vehemence of sud
origin of music. den and unlook'd for transitions: hence chiefly
Stanza III. Art of music, it derives that enthusiastic fire and wildness,
or it's miraculous power over the brute and in
animate creation exemplified in Waller, and which, greatly distinguish it from other species
Stanza IV, V, in Arion. Stanza VI. the naof poesy.
In the first stanza of Dryden' and in the fifth of Pope?, there is an air, which is so
ture of music, or it's power over the passions.
Instances of this in it's exciting pity. Stanza far from being adapted to the majesty of an ode, that it would make no considerable figure in a
VII. In promoting courage and military vir
tue. Stanza Vill. Excellency of church muballad. And lastly, they both conclude with a turn which has something too epigrammatical in
sic. Air to the meniory of Mr. Purcell.-it. Bating these trifles, they are incomparably
Praise of the crgan and it's inventress Saint
Cecilia. beautiful and great ; neither is there to be found two more finish'd pieces of lyric poetry in our
I. language, L'Allegro and Il Penseroso of Milton excepted, which are the finest in any, Dryden's
From your Tyre-enchanted tow'rs, is the more sublime and magnificent; but Pope's
Ye musically mystic 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
Accordant to th' inspiring hymns ;
3 It seems to hare been otherwise in Homer'stime: None but the brare deserve the fair.
Την γαρ αιοδήν μαλλον επικλειασ’ ανθρωποι
“Ητις ακοντεσσι νωτατη αμφιπιληται. 2 Thus song cou'd prerai?
Homer Odyss. a. O'er Dea:h, and o'er Hell,
And Pindar would have it otherwise in bis. A conquest how hard and how glorious ! Tin Fate had fast bound her
αινει γε Παλαιον With Styx nine times reund her.
μεν οινον, ανθεα δ' υμνων Yet Music and Love were victorivus,
Hither Paradise remove
Spreads the placid bed of peace,
While each blast,
Or breathes it's last,
Or just does sigh a symphony and cease.
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;
By the secret coral cell,
And peaceful floods in silence sleep;
Their heads around the grotto's verge,
Depen:lent from the stooping stem;
By each roof-suspended drop,
That lightly lingers on the top,
And besitates into a gem;
By thy kindred wat'ry gods,
The lakes, the riv'lets, founts and floods,
And all the pow'rs that live unseen
Underucalh the liquid green;
The storm and regulate the wind)
Hence waft ine, fair goddess, oh, waft me away,
Secure from the men and the monsters of prey !
Great Amphitrite, &c. &c.
Ile 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 perjurid
Pleas'd to obey, the beauteous monster flies,
And on his scales as the gilt Sun-beams play,
Io copious streams of lustre rise,
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
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
Come, ye festive, &c. &c.
4 Fabulantur Græci hanc perpetuain Deis vir. The crystal waters weep away,
ginitatem vobisse : sed cum a Neptuno sollicita. And bear the tidings to the sea :
retur ad Atlantem confugisse, ubi a Delphino Neptune in the boisterous seas persuasa Neptuno assensit. Lilius Gyraldi.