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Loaded and bleft with all the affluent store,
Which human vows at smoaking Thrines implore;
Grateful and humble grant me to employ
My life subservient only to thy joy;
And at my death to blets thy kindness shown
To her, who of mankind could love but thee alone.

WHILE thus the constant pair alternate faid,
Joyful above them and around them play'd
Angels and sportive Lores, a numerous crowd ;
Smiling they clapt their wings, and low they bow'd:
They tumbled all their little quivers o'er,
To chuse propitious fafts, a precious store;
That, when their God fhould take his future darts,
To striko (however rarely) conftant hearts,
His happy kill might proper arms employ,
All tipt with pleasure, and all wing’d with joy:
And those, they vow'd, whose lives should imitate
These lovers' conftancy, should share their fate.

The Queen of Beauty ftopt her bridled doves;
Approv'd the little labour of the Loves;
Was proud and pleas’d the mutual vow to hear;
And to the triumph call’d the God of War :
Soon as she calls, the God is always near.

Now, Mars, she said, let Fame exalt her voice :
Nor let thy conquests only be her choice :
But, when the fings great Edward from the field
Return'd, the hostile spear and captive shield
In Concord's templehung, and Gallia taught to yield;
And wher, as prudent Saturn Thall coinpleat
The years design'd to perfect Britain's state,

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The swift-wing'd power, shall take her trump again,
To sing her favourite Anna's wondrous reign ;
To recollect unweary'd Marlborough's toils,
Old Rufus' hall unequal to his spoils ;
The Britith soldier from his high comınand
Glorious, and Gaul thrice vanquish'd by his hand :
Let her at least perform what I desire;
With second breath the vocal brass inspire.;
And tell the nations, in no vulgar strain,
What wars I manage, and what wreaths I gain,
And, when thy tumults and thy fights are past;
And when thy laurels at my feet are cast;
Faithful may'st thou, like British Henry, prove:
And, Emma-like, let me return thy love.

Renown'd for truth, let all thy sons appear.;
And constant Beauty shall reward their care.

Mars (mild, and bow'd: the Cyprian Deity
Turnd to the glorious ruler of the sky;
And thou, she smiling said, great God of days
And verse, bebold my deed, and sing my praise,
As on the British earth, my favourite isle,
Thy gentle rays and kindest influence smile,
Through all her laughing fields and verdant groves,
Proclaim with joy these memorable loves.
From every annual course let one great day
To celebrated sports and floral play
Bę set aside ; and, in the softest lays
Of thy poetic fons, be folemn praise
And everlasting marks of honour paid,
Tothe true Lover, and the Nut-brown Maid.

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“ Te non paventis funera Galliæ,
Duræque tellus audit Iberiæ :
Te cæde gaudentes Sicambri

Compositis venerantur armis."

HOR.

E FACE. W IEN I first thought of writing upon this occa

fion, I found the ideas so great and numerous: that I judged them more proper for the warmth of a Ode, than for any other sort of poetry: I therefore let Horace before me for a pattern, and particularly his! famous ode, the fourth of the fourth book,

Qualem ministrun fulminis alitem, &c.” which he wrote in praise of Drusus after his expedi:ion into Germany, and of Augustus upon his happy choice of that general. And in the following poem, though I have endeavoured to imitate all the great strokes of

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that ode, I have taken the liberty to go off from it, and to add variously, as the subject and my own imaginarion carried me. As to the style, the choice I made of following the ode in Latin determined me in English to the stanza; and herein it was impossible not to have a mind to follow our great countryman Spenser ; which I have done (as well at least as I could) in the manner öf my expression, and the turn of my number : having only added one verse to his stanza, which I thought made the number more harmonious; and avoided such of his words as I found too obsolete. I have however retained some few of them, to make the colouring look ' more like Spenser's. Bebeft, command; band, army ; prowess, strength; I weet, I know; I ween, I think; whilom, heretofore ; and two or three more of that kind, which I hope the ladies will pardon me, and not judge my Muse lefs handsome, though for once she appears in a farthingale. I have also, in Spenser's manper, used Cæsar for the emperor, Boya for Bavaria, Bavar for that prince, Ifter for Danube, Iberia for Spain, &c. That noble

part

of the Ode which I just now men, rioned,

“ Gens, quæ cremato fortis ab Ilio

“ Jactata Tuscis æquoribus, &c." where Horace praifes the Romans as being descended from Æneas, I have turned to the honour of the Brirish nation, descended froin Brute, likewise a Trojan. That this Brute, fourth or fifth from Æneas, settled in

England,

England, and built London, which is called Troja Nova, or Troynovante, is a story which (I think) owes its original, if not to Geoffry of Monmouth, at least to the Monkish writers; yet is not rejected by our great Camden ; and is told by Milton, as if (at least) he was pleased with it, though poslibly he does not believe it : however it carries a poetical authority, which is sufficient for our purpose. It is as certain that Brute came into England, as that Æneas went into Italy; and upon the supposition of these facts, Virgil wrote the best poem that the world ever read, and Spenser paid queen Elizabeth the greatest compliment.

I need not obviate one piece of criticism, that I bring

my hero

“ From burning Troy, and Xanthus red with blood ?" whereas he was not born, when that city was destroyed. Virgil, in the case of his own Æneas relating to Dido, will stand as a sufficient proof, that a man in his poctical capacity is not accountable for a little fault in chronology.

My two great examples, Horace and Spenser, in many things resemble each other : both have a height of imagination, and a majesty of expresion in describing the subliine; and both know to teinper those talents, and sweeten the description, so as to make it lovely as well as pompous : both have equally that agrecable manner of mixing morality with their story, and that Curiosa Felicitas in the choice of their di&ion, which every writer aims at, and so very few have

reached.

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