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Our anxious pains we, all the day,
Alike all-powerful to relieve the pain, In search of what we like, employ:
And bid the groaning nations smile again; Scorning at oight the worthless prey,
When this our pride you see, confess you find We find the labour gave the joy.
In him what art can do with labour join'd : At distance through an artful glass
No more the world thy direful threats shall fear, To the mind's eye things will appear:
While he, the youth, our remedy, is near; They lose their forms, and make a mass
Suppress thy rage; with verse thy son inspire, Confus'd and black, if brought too near.
The dart neglected, to assume the lyre. If we see right, we see our woes :
Then what avails it to have eyes ?. From ignorance our comfort Aows : The only wretched are the wise,
ON THE TAKING OF NAMUR. We wearied should lie down in death :
Tur town which Louis bought, Nassau re-claims, This cheat of life would take no more,
And brings instead of bribes avenging flames. If you thought fame but empty breath,
Now, Louis, take thy titles from above,
Boileau shall sing, and we'll believe thee Jove :
But Jore like thee was impotent and old !
He 'ad stunn’d the dame, his thunder in his hand. Our hopes, like towering falcons aim
At objects in an airy height;
IN IMITATION OF HORACE, 11. or. ii.
WRITTEN IN 1692. In Homer's riddle and in life.
How long, deluded Albion, wilt thou lie So, whilst in feverish sleeps we think
In the lethargic sleep, the sad repose, We taste what waking we desire,
By which thy close, thy constant enemy, The dream is better than the drink,
Has softly lull'd thee to thy woes? Which only feeds the sickly fire.
Or wake, degenerate isle, or cease to own To the mind's eve things well appear,
What thy old kings in Gallic camps have done; At distance through an artful glass ;
The spoils they brought thee back, the crowns they Bring but the flattering objects near,
William (so Fate requires) again is arm'd; (won: They're all a senseless gloomy mass:
Thy father to the field is gone : Seeing aright, we see our woes:
Again Maria weeps her absent lord, Then what avails it to have eves ?
For thy repose coutent to rule alone. From ignorance our comfort Nows,
Are thy enervate sons not yet alarm'd? The only wretched are the wise.
When William fights, dare they look tamcly on, We wearied should lie down in death,
So slow to get their ancient fame restor'd, This cheat of life would take no more ;
As nor to melt at Beauty's tears, nor follow Valour's
See the repenting isle awakes,
Abroad she looks, and sees arm'd Belgia stand AD VIRUM DOCTISSIMUM DOMINUM Prepar'd to meet their common Lord's command; S-LYUELEM SHAH,
Her lions roaring by her side, her arrows in her
And, blushing to have been so long with-held, DEFENDERET, 4 JUNII, 1692.
Weeps off her crime, and hastens to the field. Prebe potens savis morbis vel lædere gentes,
Hencetorth her youth shall be inur'd to bear Lesas solerti vel relevare manu,
Hazardous toil and active war; Aspice tu decus hoc nostrum, placidusque fatere
To march beneath the dog-star's raging heat, Indomitus quantum prosit in arte labor :
Patient of summer's drought, and martial sweat; Non icterum posthac pestemve minaberis orbi,
And only grieve in winter's camps to find Fortius hic juvenis dun medicamen habet :
Its days too short for Jabours they design'd: Mitte Jehinc iras, et nato carmina dona;
All night beneath hard heavy arins to watch; Neglectum telum dejice, sume lyram.
All day to mount the trench, to storm the breach;
And all the rugged paths to tread,
Where Williain and his virtue lead.
Silence is the soul of war;
Deliberate counsel must prepare
The mighty work, which valour must complete : O! Pricebus, deity, whose powerful hand
Thus William rescued, thus preserves the state; fan spread diseases through the joyful land,
Thus teaches us to think and dare.
CUM THESES DE ICTERO PRO GRADU DOCTORIS
As whilst his cannon just prepard to breathe
Now from the dubious battle's mingled heat, Avenging anger and swift death,
Let Fear look back, and stretch her hasty wing, In the tried metal the close dangers glow,
Impatient to secure a base retreat:
Let the pale coward leave his wounded king,
To live with shame in dread of glorious death! Secret and sure as brooding Fate,
In vain : for Fate has swifter wiags than Fear, No more of his design appears,
She follows hard, and strikes him in the rear; Than what awakens Gailia's fears;
Dying and mad the traitor bites the ground, And (though Guilt's eye can sharply penetrate)
His back transfix'd with a dishonest wound; Distracted Lewis can descry
Whilst though the fiercest troops, and thickest press, Only a long unmeasur'd ruin nigh,
Virtue carries on success;
Whilst equal Heaven guards the distinguish'd brave, On Norman coasts and banks of frighted Seine And asmies cannot hurt whom angels save. Lo! the impending storms begin :
Virtue to verse immortal lustre gives, Britannia safely through her master's sea
Each by the other's mutual friendship lives ; Plows up her victorious way.
Encas suffer'd, and Achilles fought, The French Salmoneus throws his bolts in vain,
The hero's acts enlarg'd the poet's thought, Whilst the true Thunderer asserts the main.
Or Virgil's majesty, and Homer's rage, 'Tis done! to shelves and rocks bis fleets retire,
Had ne'er like lasting nature vanquish'd age. Swift Victory in vengeful flames
Whilst Lewis then his rising terrour drowns Burns down the pride of their presumptuous With drums' alarms, and trumpets' sounds,
Whilst, hid in arm’d retreats and guarded towns, They run to shipwreck to avoid our fire,
Froin danger as from honour far, And the torn vessels that regain their coast
He bribes close murder against open war: Are but sad marks to show the rest are lost;
In vain you, Gallic Muscs, strive All this the mild, the beauteous queen has done,
With labour'd verse to keep his fame alive : And William's softer-half shakes Lewis' throne :
Your mouldering monuments in Pain ye raise Maria does the sea command
On the wcak basis of the tyrant's praise : Whilst Gallia flies her husband's arms by land.
Your songs are sold, your numbers are profane, So, the Sun absent, with full sway the Moon
"Tis incense to an idol given, Gorerns the isles, and rules the waves alone :
Meat offer'd to Prometheus' man So Juno thunders when her Jove is gone.
That had no soul from Heaven. lo Britannia ! loose thy ocean's chains,
Against his will, you chain your frighted king Whilst Russel strikes the blow thy queen ordains :
On rapid Rhine's divided bed; Thus rescued, thus reverd, for ever stand,
And mock your hero, whilst ye sing And bless the counsel, and reward the hand,
The wounds for which he never bled; lo Britannia! thy Maria reigns.
Falsehood does poison on your praise diffuse,
And Lewis' fear gives death to Boileau's Musé From Mary's conquests, and the rescued main, Let France look forth to Sambre's armed shore, On its own worth true majesty is reard, And boast her joy for William's death no more. And Virtue is her own reward ; He lives ; let France confess, the victor lives; With solid beams and native glory bright, Her triumphs for his death were vain,
She neither darkness dreads, nor covets light; And spoke her terrour of his life too plain.
True to herself, and fix'd to inborn laws, The mighty years begin, the day draws nigh, Nor sunk by spite, nor lifted by applause, In which that one of Lewis' many wives,
She from her settled orb looks calınly down, Who, by the baleful force of guilty charms,
On life or death, a prison or a crown. Has long enthralld him in her wither'd arms, When bound in double chains poor Belgia lay, Shall o'er the plains, from distant towers op high, To foreign arms and inward strife a prey, Cast around her mournful eye,
Whilst one good inan buoy'd up her sinking state And with prophetic sorrow cry:
And Virtue labour'd against Fate ; " Why does my ruin'd lord retard his flight? When Fortune basely with Ambition join'd, Why does Despair provoke his age to fight? And all was conquerd but the patriot's mind; As well the wolf may venture to engage
When storms let loose, and raging seas,
Just ready the torn vessel to o'erwhelin,
And dazzling prospect of a promis'd crown,
Could lure his stubborn virtue down; Just triumphing o'er rebel-rage restrain'd,
But against charms, and threats, and hell, he stood, And yet unbreath'd from battles gain'd.
To that which was severely good ;
Virtue alove did all that honour bring,
And Heaven as plainly pointed out The King, Orange, the name that tyrants dread :
As when he at the altar stood He comes; our ruin'd empire is no more ;
In all his types and robes of power, Down, like the Persian, goes the Gallic throne; Whilst at his feet religious Britain bow'd, Darius flies, young Ammon urges on.”
And own'd bim uext to what we there adoro,
Say, joyful Maese, and Boyne's victorious flood, To my adventurous song just witness bear,
But solid story, and severest truth,
That William treasures up a greater naine, Or use his greatness to conceal his fear?.
Than any country, any age, can boast: Could prayers or : " hs the dauntless hero move? And all that ancient stock of fame Arm’d with Heaven's justice, and his people's love, He did from his fore-fathers take, Through the first waves he wing'd his venturous He has improv'd and gives with interest back;
And on the adverse shore arose, [way, And in his constellation does unite (Ten thousand flying deaths in vain oppose). Their scatter'd rays of fainter light: Like the great ruler of the day,
Above or Envy's lash, or Portune's wheel, With strength and swiftness mounting from the That settled glory shall for ever dwell: sea :
Above the rolling orbs, and common sky, Like him all day he toild; but long in night Where nothing comes that e'er shall die. The god has eas'd his wearied light,
Where roves the Muse? Where, thoughtless to reEre vengeance left the stubborn foes,
Is her short-livid vessel borne, Or William's labours found repose !
By potent winds too subject to be tost,
And in the sea of William's praises lost?
Nor let her tempt that deep, nor make the sliore, Mark'd out the coward that durst fly,
Where our abandon'd youth she sees, And led the fainting brave to Victory?
Shipwreck'd in luxury, and lost in case; Still as she fled him, did he pot o'ertake
Whom nor Britannia's danger can alarm, Her doubtful course, still brought her bleeding back?
Nor William's exemplary virtue warm :
Tell them, howe'er, the king can yet forgive By his keen sword did not the boldest fall?
Their guilty sloth, their homage yet receive, Was he not king, commander, soldier, all ?
And let their wounded honour live: His dangers such as, with becoming dread,
But sure and sudden be their just remorse; His subjects yet unborn shall weep to read :
Swift be their virtue's rise, and strong its course; And were not those the only days that e'er.
For though for certain years and destin'd times, The pious prince refus'd to hear
Merit has lain confus'd with crimes; His friends' advices, or bis subjects' prayer ?
Though Jove seem'd negligent of human cares, Where'er old Rhine his fruitful water turns,
Nor scourg'd our follies, nor return'd our prayers, Or fills his vassals' tributary urns ;
His justice now demands the equal scales, To Belgia's sav'd dominions, and the sea,
Sedition is suppress'd, and truth prevails : Whose righted waves rejoice in William's sway;
Fate its great en.'s by slow degrees attains, Is there a town where children are not taught,
And Europe is redeem'd, and William reigns Here Holland prosper'd, for bere Orange fought; Through rapid waters, and through flying tire, Here rush'd the prince, here made whole France By different nations be his valour blest, (retire?
HYUN TO THE SUN. In different languages contest;
SET BY DR. M. PURCELL. And then let Shannon speak the rest :
AND INTENDED TO BE SUNG BEFORE THEIR VAJESTIE Let Shannon speak, how on her wondering shore,
ON NEW-YEAR'S DAY, 693-4.
Through every distant climate own
That in fair Albion thou hast seen As made a perfect virtue soar
The greatest prince, the brightest queen, A pitch unknown to man before ;
That ever sav'd a land, or blest a throne, And lifted Shannon's waves o'er those of Boyne. Since first thy beams were spread, or genial power
was known. Nor do his subjects only share The prosperous fruits of his indulgent reign;
So may thy godhead be confest,
So the returning Year be blest, His enemies approve the pious war,
As his infant Months bestow Which, with their weapon, takes away their chain,
Springing wreaths for William's brow; More than his sword his goodness strikes his foes;
As his Summer's youth shall shed They bless his arms, and sigh they must oppose.
Eternal sweets around Maria's head. Justice and freedom on his conquists wait;
From the blessings they bestow, And 'tis for man's delight that he is great:
Our times are dated, and our eras moves Succeeding times shall with long joy contend, If he were more a victor, or a friend :
They govern and enlighten all below,
As thou dost all above. So much his courage and bis mercy strive,
Let our hero in the war He wounds, to cure; and conquers, to forgive.
Active and fierce, like thice, appear: Ye heroes, that have fought your country's cause, Like thee, great son of Jove, like tbee Redress'd her injuries, or form’d her laws,
When, clad in rising majesty,
THE LADY'S LOOKING-GLASS.. LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP. 139 Thou marchest down o'er Delos' hill confest, And, on the surface of the deep, With all thy arrows arm’d, in all thy glory drest. The winds lay only not asleep: Like thee, the hero does his arms employ,
The nymph did like the scene appear, The raging Python to destroy,
Serenely pleasant, calmly fair: And give the injur'd nations peace and joy. Soft fell her words, as few the air. From fairest Years, and Time's more happy stores, That she would never miss one day
With secret joy I heard her say, Gather all the smiling Hours;
A walk so fine, a sight so gay. Such as with friendly care have guarded
But, oh the change! the winds grow high; Patriots and kings in rightful war3 ;
Impending tempests charge the sky; Such as with conquest have rewarded
The lightning flies, the thunder roars, Triumphant victors' happy cares;
And big waves lash the frighten'd shores. Such as story has recorded
Struck with the horrour of the sight, Sacred to Nassau's long renown,
She turns her head, and wings her flight: For countries sav'd, and battles won.
And, trembling, vows she'll ne'er again March them again in fair array,
Approach the shore, or view the main. And bid them form the happy day,
“ Once more, at least, look back," said 1, The happy day, design'd to wait
“ Thyself in that large glass descry : On William's fame, and Europe's fate.
When thou art in good-humour drest; Let the happy day be crown'd
When gentle reason rules thy breast; With great event, and fair success;
The Sun upon the calmest sea No brighter in the year be found,
Appears not half so bright as thee : But that which brings the victor home in peace.
'Tis then that with delight I rove Again thy godhead'we implore,
Upon the boundless depth of Love:
I bless my chain; I hand my oar; Great in wisdom as in power ;
Nor think on all I left on shore. Again, for good Maria's sake, and ours,
“ But when vain doubt and groundless fear Choose out other smiling Hours;
Do that dear foolish bosom tear; Such as with joyous wings have fied,
When the big lip and watery eye When happy counsels were advising;
Tell me, the rising storm is nigh; Such as bave lucky omens shed
'T'is then, thou art yon' angry main, O'er forming laws, and empircs rising; Deform’d by winds, and dash'd by rain ; Such as many courses ran,
And the poor sailor, that must try Hand in hand, a goodly train,
Its fury, labours less than I. To bless the great Eliza's reign;
Shipwreck’d, in vain to land I make, And in the typic glory show
While Love and Fate still drive me back: What fuller bliss Maria shall bestow.
Fore'd to doat on thee thy own way, As the solemn Ilours advance,
I chidie thee first, and then obey. Mingled send into the dance
Wretched when from thee, vex'd when nigh,
I with thee, or without thee, die.”
Man can ask, or Heaven diffuse:
LOI'E AND FRIENDSHIP:
BY MRS. ELIZABETH SINGER, AFTERWARDS ROWL. Let all thy tuneful sons adorn
Their lasting work with William's name; Let chosen Muses, yet unborn,
While from the skies the ruddy Sun descends, Take great Maria for their future theme:
And rising night the evening shade exten is; Eternal structures let them raise
While pearly dews o'erspread the fruitful field, On Williain's and Maria's praise : Nor want new subject for the song,
And closing Howers reviving odours yield :
Let us, beneath these spreading trees, recite Nor fear they can exhaust the store,
What from our hearts our Muses may in:lite. Till Nature's music lies unstrung;
Nor need we, in this close retirement, fcar, Till thou, great god, shalt lose thy double power,
Lest any swain our ainorous secrets hear. And touch thy lyre, and shoot thy beains no more.
THE LADY'S LOOKİNG-CLASS.
IN IMITATION OF A CREEK IDYLLIUM.
To every shepherd I would mine proclain,
Propitious god of love, my breast inspire With all thy charms, with all thy pleasing lire;
Propitious god of love, thy succour bring, May every god his friendly aid afford,
Pan guard thy flock, and Ceres bless thy board! Alexis, as the opening blossoms fair,
But if, by chance, the series of thy joys Lovely as light, and soft as yielding air.
Permit one thought less cheerful to arise,
Who, loving much, who, not belov'd again,
And dies in woe, that thou may'st live in peace.
70 A LADY, Beauteous Aminta is as early light, Breaking the melancholy shades of night.
SHE REFUSING TO CONTINUE A DISPUTE WITU ME, AND When sbe is near, all anxious trouble flies,
LEAVING ME IN THE ARGUMENT,
Spare, generous victor, spare the slave,
Who did unequal war pursue;
That more than triumph he might havre,
In the dispute, whate'er I said,
My heart was by my tongue belied ; And to the silent night their notes prolong: And in my looks you might have read Nor groves, nor crystal streams, nor verdant field, How much I argued on your side. Does wonted pleasure in her absence yield.
You, far from danger as from fear,
Might have sustain'd an open fight; And, in his absence, all the pensive day,
For seldom your opinions crt; In some obscure retreat, I lonely stray;
Your eyes are always in the right. All day to the repeating caves complain,
Why, fair one, would you not rely In mourn'ul accents and a dying strain :
On Reason's force with Beauty's join'd? “ Dear lovely youth,” I cry to all around;
Could I their prevalence deny, “ Dear lovely youth," the flattering vales resound. I must at once be deaf and blind.
Alas! not hoping to subdue,
I only to the fight aspir'd: On flowery banks, by every murmuring stream,
To keep the beauteous foe in view Aminta is my Muse's softest theme:
Was all the glory I desir'd. 'Tis she that does my artful notes refine; (shine. With fair Aminta's name my noblest verse shall
But she, howe'er of victory sure,
Contemns the wreath too long delay'di
And, arm'd with more immediate power, I'll twine fresh garlands for Alexis' brows,
Calls cruel Silence to her aid. And consecrate to him eternal vows :
Deeper to wound, she shuns the fight; The charming youth shall my Apollo prove;
She drops her arms, to gain the field;
And triumphs, when she seeins to yield.
And from the hostile camp withdrew,
With cruet skill the backward reed
He sent; and, as he fled, he slew.
THE DUKE OF ORMOND'S PICTURE
AT SIR GODFREY KNELLER'S,
Out from the injur'd canvass, Kneller, strike My heart shall own the justice of her cause, These lines too faint: the picture is not like, And Love himself submit to Friendship's laws. Exalt thy thought, and try thy toil again: But if, beneath thy numbers' soft disguise,
Dreadful in arins, on Landen's glorious plain Some favour'd swain, some true Alexis lies; Place Ormond's duke: impendent in the air If Amaryllis breathes thy secret pains,
Let his keen sa hre, comet-like, appear, And thy fond heart beats measure to thy strains ; Where'er it points, denouncing death: below May'st thou, howe'er I grieve, for ever find
Draw routed squadrons, and the numerous foe, The flame propitious, and the lover kind!
Falling beneath, or flying from his blow : May Venus long exert her happy power,
Till, weak with wounds, and cover'd o'er with blood, And make thy beauty, like thy verse, endure! Which from the patriot's breast in torrents flow'd,