O'er all the plains, the streams, and woods ; around, The pleasing lays of sweetest Bards resound; A faithful echo every note returns, And listening River-Gods neglect their urns. When Codrington* and Steele their verse unrein, And form an easy, unaffected strain, A double wreath of laurel binds their brow, As they are poets and are warriors too, Trapp's lofty scenes in gentle numbers flow, Like Dryden great, as soft as moving Rowe. When youthful Harrison †, with tuneful skill, Makes Woodstock Park scarce yield to Cooper's

Hill; Old Chaucer from th'Elysian Fields looks down, And sees at length a genius like his own; Charm’d with his.lays, which reach the shades

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Apollo'smiles on Magd'len's peaceful bowers,
Perfumes the air, and paints the grot with

flowers,
Where Yalden learn’d to gain the myrtle crown,
And every Muse was fond of Addison.
Applauded man! for weightier trusts design'd,
For once disdain not to unbend thy mind;
Thy mother Isis and her groves rehearse,
A subject not unworthy of thy verse ;
So Latian Fields will cease to boast thy praise,
And yield to Oxford, painted in thy lays :
And when the age to come, from envy free,
What thou to Virgil giv'st shall give to thee,
Ilis, immortal by the Poet's skill,
“ Shall, in the smooth description, murmur

“ still *;"
New beauties Mall adorn our fyivan scene,
And in thy numbers grow for ever green.

Danby's fam'd gift + suchverse as thine requires,
Exalted raptures, and celestial fires;

* Letter from Italy, by Mr. Addison. T. of The Phyfic-garden at Oxford. This hint was happily taken-up in 1713 by Dr. Evans. See Select Collection, 1780, vol. 111. p. 145. N.

Apollo

Apollo here fhould plenteously impart, "
As well his finging, as his curing art; inni's
Nature' herself the healing garden loves, is
Which kindlý her declining strength improves;
Baffles the strokes of unrelenting Death, ...!

Can-break his arrows, and can blunt his teeth. - How fiveet the landskip! where, in living trees, Here frowns a vegetable Hercules! There fam’d Acliilles learns to live again, And looks yet angry in the mimic scene; i... Here artful birds, which blooming arbours fhew, -Seem to fly higher, whilst they upwards grow;

From the samíc leaves both arms and warriors ;*3 rife, . : : .. .? ."

And every bough a different charm supplies... • So when our world the great Čreator made,

And, unadorn'd, the sluggish chaos laid, · Hòrror and Beauty owni'd their fire the same,

And Form itself from Parent Matter came, : "That Iuinpish mass alone was fource of all,'. .1 And Bards and Themes had one original. )

In vain the groves demand my longer ftay, The gentle Ifis wafts the Mufe away, it

With ease the river guides her wandering stream,
And haftes to mingle with uxorious Thame,
Attempting Poets on her banks lie down,
And quaff, infpir’d, the better Helicon,
Harmonious strains adorn their various themes,
Sweet as the banks, and Aowing as the streams.
Bless’d we, whom bounteous Fortune here has

thrown,
And made the various blessings all our own!
Nor crowns, nor globes, the pageantry of itate,
Upon our humble, easy slumbers wait ;
Nor aught that is Ainbition's lofry theme
Disturbs our sleep, and gilds the gaudy dream,
Touch'd by no ills which vex th’unhappy great,
We only read the changes in the state,
Triumphant Marlborough's arms at diftance

hear, And learn from Fame the rough events of war; With pointed rhymes the Gallic tyrant pierce, And make the cannon thunder in our verse. See how the matchless, youth their tours

improve, And in the glorious way to knowledge move?

Eager

Eager for faine, prevent the rising í
And watch the midnight laliours of the moon. .
Not tender years their bold attempts reitrain,
Who leave dull Time, and hásten into mani, in
Pure to the soul, and pleating to the eyes, ...
Like angels youthful, and like angels wife,

· Sumc learn the mighty deeds of ages gone, And, by the lives of heroes, form their own; Now yiew the Granique choak’d with heaps of

lain, And warring worlds on the Pharsalian plain ; Now hear the trumpets clar.gour from afar, And all the dreadful harmony of war;..; .. Now trace those fecret tricks that lost a state, And search the fine-spun arts that made it great, Correct those errors that its ruin bred, And bid fome long-lost empire rear its ancient

head. .. Others, to whom persuasive arts belong (Wordis in their looks, and music on their

tongue), Instructed by the wit of Greece and Rome; Learn richly to adorn their native home ;

- Whild