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O flower of anicent English faith,
Pursue th' unbeaten patriot-path,
In which confirm'd thy father shone :
The light his fair example gives,
Already from thy dawn receives
A luftre equal to its own.

III.

Honour's bright dome, on lasting columns rear'd, Nor envy rusts, nor rolling years confume; Loud pæans echoing round the roof are hear'd, And clouds of incenfe all the void perfume. There Phocion, Lælius, Capel, Hyde, With Falkland feated near his fide, Fix'd by the Muse the temple grace: Prophetic of thy happier fame, She, to receive thy radiant name, Selects a whiter space.

THE DRE A M.

Imitated from PROPERTIUS, Book iii. Elegy iii.

To

O green retreats, that shade the Mufes' ftream,
My fancy lately bore me in a dream;
Fir'd with ambitious zeal, my harp I ftrung,
And Blenheim's field, and fam'd Ramillia sung :
Faft by that spring, where Spenfer fat of old,
And great exploits in lofty numbers told.

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Phoebus

Phœbus in his Caftalian grotto laid,

O'er which a laurel caft her filken shade,
Spy'd me, and haftily when first he spy'd,
Thus, leaning on his golden lyre, he cry'd:
What strange ambition has misplac'd thee there?
Forbear to fing of arms, alas forbear!

Form'd in a gentler mould, henceforth employ
Thy pen to paint the fofter scenes of joy.
Thy works may thus the myrtle garland wear,
Prefer'd to grace the toilets of the fair:
When their lov'd youths at night too long delay,
In reading thee they'll pass the hours away :
And, when they'd make their melting wishes known,
Repeat thy paffion to reveal their own.

Then hafte, the fafer fhallows to regain,
Nor dare the ftormy dangers of the main.
Ceafing with this reproof, the friendly god,
A moffy path, but lightly beaten, fhow'd:
A cave there was, which Nature's hand alone
Had arch'd with greens of various kinds o'ergrown ;
With tymbrels all the vaulted roofs were grac'd,
And earthen gods on either fide were plac'd.
Silenus, and the Muses virgin-train,
Stood here, with Pan the poet of the plain :
Elfewhere the doves of Cytherea's team,
Were feen to fip the sweet Castalian stream.

Nine lovely nymphs a several task pursued,
For ivy one was fent to search the wood;
This to soft numbers join'd harmonious airs,
And fragrant rofy wreaths a third prepares.

Me

Me thus the bright Calliope addrefs'd

(Her name the brightness of her form confefs'd):
The filver fwans of Venus wait to bear,
Thee fafe in pomp along the liquid air.
Pleas'd with thy peaceful province, strait recall
Thy rash design to fing the wounded Gaul.
Harsh founds the trumpet in the Mufes' grove,
But fweet the lute, the lute is fit for love.
No more rehearse the Danube's purple ftream,
Let love for ever be the tender theme.
And in thy verfe reveal the moving art,
To melt an haughty nymph's relentless heart.
The goddess ceafing, to confirm me more,
My face with hallow'd drops the sprinkled o'er;
Fetch'd from the fountain, by whofe flowery fide,
Soft Waller fung of Sachariffa's pride.

To the Right Honourable the Lady MARGARET CAVENDISH HARLEY.

WITH THE POEMS OF MR. WALLER.

LET others boaft the nine Aonian maids,

Infpiring ftreams, and fweet refounding fhades ; Where Phoebus heard the rival bards rehearse, And bade the laurels learn the lofty verfe. In vain! Nor Phoebus, nor the boafted Nine, Inflame the raptur'd foul with rays divine: None but the fair infufe the facred fire, And love with vocal art informs the lyre.

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When

When Waller, kindling with coeleftial rage,
View'd the bright Harley of that wondering age,
His pleasing pain he taught the lute to breathe ;
The Graces fung, and wove his myrtle wreath.
In youth, of patrimonial wealth poffeft,
The praise of science faintly warm'd his breaft:
But, fir'd to fame by Sidney's rofy smile,
Swift o'er the laureat realms he urg'd his toil.
His Mufe, by Nature form'd to please the fair,
Or fing of heroes with majestic air,

To melting ftrains attun'd her voice, and strove
To waken all the tender powers of love :
More fweetly foft her awful beauty shone,
Than Juno grac'd with Cytherea's zone,
As angels love, congenial fouls unite
Their radiance, and refine each other's light:
The florid and fublime, the grave and gay,
From Waller's beams imbibe a purer ray :
Illumin'd thence in equal lays to bound
Their copious fense, and harmonize the found;
With varied notes the curious ear to please,
And turn a nervous thought with artful cafe.
Maker, and model, of melodius verfe!
Accept thefe votive honors at thy hearse.
While I with filial awe attempt thy praise,
Infufe thy genius, and my fancy raise !
So, warbling o'er his urn, the woodland choirs
To Orpheus pay the fong his fhade inspires.

In Waller's fame, O fairest Harley! view
What verdant palms fhall owe their birth to you.

To

To you what deathless charms are thence decreed,
In Sachariffa's fate vouchfafe to read.
Secure beneath the wing of withering Time,
Her beauties flourish in ambrofial prime;
Still kindling rapture, fee! the moves in state;
Gods, nymphs, and heroes, on her triumph wait.
Nor think the lover's praise of love's delight
In pureft minds may stain the virgin-white :
How bright, and chafte, the poet and his theme;
So Cynthia fhines on Arethufa's ftream.}
A fainted virtue to the fpheres may fing
Thofe ftrains, that ravish'd here the martyr-king,
Plenteous of native wit, in letter'd ease
Politely form'd, to profit and to please,
To Fame whate'er was due he gave to Fame;
And, what he could not praife, forgot to name :
Thus Eden's rofe without a thorn display'd
Her bloom, and in a fragant blush decay'd.

Such foul-attracting airs were fung of old,
When blissful years in golden circles roll'd:
Pure from deceit, devoid of fear and strife,
While love was all the penfive care of life,

The fwains in green retreats, with flowrets crown'd,
Taught the young groves their paffion to refound :
Fancy pursued the paths where beauty led,
To please the living, or deplore the dead.
While to their warbled woe the rocks reply'd,
The rills remurmur'd, and the Zephyrs figh'd;
From death redeem'd by verse, the vanish'd fair
Breath'd in a flower, or sparkled in a star.

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