THE LIBRARY 
 OF 
 
 THE UNIVERSITY 
 
 OF CALIFORNIA 
 
 LOS ANGELES 
 
 FREDERIC THOMAS BLANCHARD 
 ENDOWMENT FUND
 
 THE 
 
 POEMS 
 
 O N 
 
 VARIOUS SUBJECTS, 
 
 o s 
 
 THOMAS WART ON, B, D. 
 
 LATE FELLOW OF TRINITY COLLEGE, 
 PROFESSOR OF POETRY, 
 
 AND CAMDEN PROFESSOR OF HISTORY, 
 AT OXFORD, 
 
 AND POET LAUREAT. 
 NOW FIRST COLLECTED. 
 
 LONDON; 
 
 RIM TED FOR G. G. J. AND J. R B J K' S Q N, 
 
 PATERNOSTER-ROW.' 
 
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 ADVERTISEMENT. 
 
 A Reader of tafte will eafily perceive, 
 ^ ** that the ingenious Author of the 
 following Poems was of the SCHOOL of 
 SPENSER and MILTON, rather than that of 
 POPE. 
 
 In order to make this Collection of his 
 poetical Works more complete, to the 
 Poems of a more ferious caft, are now firft 
 added, feveral pieces of pleafantry and hu- 
 mour ; and alfo fome Latin Poems, written 
 with a true claffical PURITY, ELEGANCE, 
 and SIMPLICITY. 

 
 E/; TOV teipam 
 
 eregoy t$ eregw 
 
 Grotii Excerpta ex Tragicis $ 
 & Valkenarii Diatriben in 
 p. 212.
 
 CONTENTS. 
 
 THE TRIUMPH OF ISIS, OCCA- 
 SIONED BY ISIS, AN ELEGY. 
 WRITTEN IN 1749 - - - Page i 
 
 ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF THE 
 LATE FREDERICK PRINCE OF 
 WALES - 1 6 
 
 INSCRIPTION JN A HERMITAGE, 
 AT ANSLEY HALL, IN WAR- 
 WICKSHIRE - 19 
 
 MONODY, WRITTEN NEAR STRAT- 
 
 FORD-UPON-AVON - 22 
 
 ON THE DEATH OF KING GEORGE 
 
 THE SECOND - 24 
 
 ON THE MARRIAGE OF THE KING, 
 
 M.DCC.LXI. - 30 
 
 ON THE BIRTH OF THE PRINCE 
 OF WALES. WRITTEN AFTER 
 THE INSTALLATION AT WIND- 
 SOR, IN THE SAME YEAR, 
 M.DCg.LXII. - 35
 
 vi CONTENTS. 
 
 VERSES ON SIR JOSHUA REY- 
 NOLDS'S PAINTED WINDOW 
 AT NEW COLLEGE, OXFORD 41 
 
 ODE I. TO SLEEP , -^ r-- : >- 49 
 
 ODE II. THE HAMLET. WRIT- 
 TEN IN WHICHWOOD FOREST 51 
 
 ODE III. WRITTEN AT VALE 
 
 ROYAL ABBEY, IN CHESHIRE 55 
 
 ODE IV. THE FIRSr OF APRIL - 61 
 
 ODE V. SENT TO MR. UPTON, ON 
 HIS EDITION OF THE FAERIE 
 QUEEN . 6? 
 
 ODE VI. THE SUICIDE : : - *?? 6() 
 
 ODE VII. SENT TO A FRIEND, ON 
 HIS LEAVING A FAVOURITE 
 VILLAGE IN HAMPSHIRE - ?5 
 
 ODE VIII. THE COMPLAINT OF 
 
 CHER WELL - - ' _ _ gl 
 
 ODE IX. THE CRUSADE V: V 87 
 
 ODE X. THE GRAVE OF KING 
 ARTHUR 
 
 - 93
 
 CONSENTS. 
 
 vu 
 
 SONNET I. WRITTEN AT WIN- 
 
 SLADE IN HAMPSHIRE - 105 
 
 SONNET II. ON BATHING - - io6 
 
 SONNET III. WRITTEN IN A 
 BLANK LEAF OF DUGDALE'S 
 MONASTICON - 107 
 
 SONNET IV. WRITTEN AT STONE- 
 
 HENGE 1 08 
 
 SONNET V. WRITTEN AFTER 
 
 SEEING WILTON-HOUSE - - 109 
 
 SONNET VI. TO MR. GRAY - 110 
 
 SONNET VII. - in 
 
 SONNET VIII. ON KING AR- 
 THUR'S ROUND TABLE AT 
 WINCHESTER - 112 
 
 SONNET IX. TO THE RIVER LODON 113 
 
 INSCRIBED ON A BEAUTIFUL 
 
 GROTTO NEAR THE WATER 114 
 
 THE PLEASURES OF MELANCHOLY 115 
 
 A PANEGYRIC ON OXFORD ALE 132 
 
 NEWMARKET; A SATIRE - - 139 
 
 a 2
 
 viii CONTENTS. 
 
 THE CASTLE BARBER'S SOLILOQUY. 
 WRITTEN IN THE LATE WAR 
 
 THE OXFORD NEWSMAN'S VERSES 
 FOR THE YEAR 1760 
 
 FOR THE YEAR 1767 < j. /# 
 
 FOR THE YEAR 1768 "<'&', 
 
 FOR THE YEAR 1770 '* ^.T 
 
 FOR THE YEAR 1771 - "I' r . 
 
 THE PHAETON AND THE ONE 
 
 HORSE CHAIR ~- - - 166 
 
 MORNING. AN ODE. THE AU- 
 THOR CONFINED TO COL- 
 LEGE. 1745 . ! 72 
 
 ODE TO A GRIZZLE WIG. BY A 
 GENTLEMAN WHO HAD JUST 
 LEFT OFF HIS BOB . I?4 
 
 EPISTLE FROM THOMAS HEARN, 
 ANTIQUARY, TO THE AUTHOR 
 OF THE COMPANION TO THE 
 OXFORD GUIDE, &c. - I?? 
 
 INSCRIPTION OVER A CALM AND 
 CLEAR SPRING IN BLENHEIM 
 'GARDENS
 
 CONTENTS. ix 
 
 JOB, CHAP. XXXIX - - 179 
 
 THE PROGRESS OF DISCONTENT. 
 WRITTEN AT OXFORD IN 
 
 : THE YEAR 1746 - 183 
 
 PROLOGUE ON THE OLD WIN- 
 CHESTER PLAYHOUSE, OVER 
 THE BUTCHERS SHAMBLES - 191 
 
 A PASTORAL IN THE MANNER 
 OF SPENSER. FROM THEO- 
 CRITUS, IDYLL. XX. - 193 
 
 ODE ON THE APPROACH OF SUM- 
 MER - - 196 
 
 ODE FOR MUSIC, AS PERFORMED 
 AT THE THEATRE IN OX- 
 FORD, ON THE 2 D OF JULY, 
 1751 - - 215 
 
 ODE FOR THE NEW YEAR, 1786 - 227 
 
 ODE FOR HIS MAJESTY'S BHITH- 
 
 DAY, JUNE 4, 1786 - - 233 
 
 ODE FOR THE NEW YEAR, 1787 237 
 
 ODE ON HIS MAJESTY'S BIRTH- 
 DAY, JUNE 4, 1787 - - 241 
 
 ODE FOR THE NEW YEAR, 1788 - 245
 
 x CONTENTS. 
 
 ODE ON HIS MAJESTY'S BIRTH- 
 DAY, JUNE 4, 1788 - 24 
 
 MONS CATHARINE, PROPE WIN- 
 
 TONIAM ^> I-ii 25 
 
 SACELLUM COLL. SS. TRIN. OXON. 
 INSTAURATUM SUPPETIAS 
 PR^SERTIM CONFERENTE 
 RAD. BATHURST, EJUSDEM 
 COLL, PR&S. ET ECCLESLE 
 WELLENSIS DECANO - - 2 6o 
 
 EX EURIPIDIS ANDROMACHE. V. 
 
 102 - - ^~ '-V~ . . 270 
 
 MELEAGRI EPITAPHIUM , IN UXO- 
 
 REM, EX ANTHOLOGIA > - 2 ;i 
 
 ANTIPATRI,,EX ANTHOLOGIA .-.>'. .272 
 CARYPHILLID^E, EX ANTHOLOGIA 272 
 CALLIMA'CHI, IN CRETHIDA . 273 
 
 ANTIPATRI, EX MSS. BODLEIANIS. 
 
 ANTHOL. CEPHAL. - -27? 
 
 VOTUM PANI FACTUM. ANTHOL. 
 
 L. 7 - ,;,, 
 
 - 274 
 
 IN TUMULUM ARCHILOCHI ^ 2;5 
 ANTIPATRI, EX ANTHOLOGIA . 2
 
 CONTENTS. xi 
 
 ANTIPATRI THESSALONICENSIS 
 
 EPIGR. ... 2?5 
 
 EX ANTHOLOGIA. LIB. IV. CAP. 33. 277 
 
 NYMPH. FONT. ; ^ V -. . 2? $ 
 
 SUB IMAGINE PANIS RUDI LAPIDE 278 
 
 HOMERI HYMNUS AD PANA - 279 
 
 EX POEMATE DE VOLUPTATIBUS 
 
 FACULTATIS IMAGINATRICIS 281 
 
 EX POEMATE DE RATIONE SALU- 
 
 TIS CONSERVAND^ . 283 
 
 PINDARI PYTHIC. I. HIERONI 
 .&TN^O SYRACUSIO CURRU 
 VICT. - - - - - 286 
 
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 [N HORTO SCRIPT. - - - _ 2 8 9 
 EPITAPHIUM - . - - 290 
 
 HORTUM JUCUNDISSIMUM 
 
 I
 
 ERRATA, 
 
 Page 271, in note, for portas read poetas. 
 272, line 3, for traherit read traberet. 
 276, line 1 1, for quatifque read quali/que. 
 288, line 8, for arbitur read arbiter.
 
 T II E 
 
 TRIUMPH of ISIS, 
 
 OCCASIONED BY 
 
 ISIS an ELEGY. 
 
 WRITtEtf IN 1749. 
 
 Quid mihi nefcio quam, proprlo mm TY BRIDE, Romam 
 Semper in ore gens ? Refmmt Ji veraparentesy 
 Hanc urbtm infano nullus qui marte petivlt, 
 Lxtatus violafle redlt. Nee mmlnafedem 
 Deftituunt. -^- CLAUD IAN. 
 
 n 
 
 V>/ N clofing flowers when genial gales diffufe 
 The fragrant tribute of refreshing dews 5 
 When chants the milk-maid at her balmy pail, 
 And weary reapers whiflle o'er the vale ; 
 Charm'd by the mumurs of the quivering 
 O'er I sis' willow-fringed banks I ftray'd : 
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 And calmly mufing through the twilight .way, 
 In penfive mood I fram'd the Doric lay. 
 When lo ! from, opening clouds a golden gleam 
 Pour'd fudden fplendors o'er the fhadowy ftream -, 
 And from the wave arofe it's guardian queen, 
 Known by her fweeping ftole of glofly green ; 
 While in the coral crown, that bound her brow, 
 Was wove the Delphic laurel's verdant bough. 
 
 As the finooth furface of the dimply flood 
 The filver- flipper 'd virgin lightly trod ; 
 From her loofe hair the dropping dew me prefs'd, 
 And thus mine ear in accents mild addrefs'd, 
 
 No more, my f on> the rural reed employ, 
 Nor trill the tinkling ftrain of empty joy ; 
 No more thy love -refunding fonnets fuit ' 
 To notes of paftoral pipe, or oaten fl ute . 
 
 For hark Ihigh-thron'd on yon majeflic walls 
 To the dear Mufe articled Freedom
 
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 When Freedom calls, and Oxford bids thee fing, 
 Why flays thy hand to flrike the founding firing ? 
 While thus, in Freedom's and in Phebus' fpite, 
 The venal fons of flavifh CAM unite ; 
 To fhake yon towers when Malice rears her crefl, 
 Shall all my fons in filence idly refl ? 
 
 Still fmg, O CAM, your fav'rite Freedom's caufe ; 
 Still boafl of Freedom, while you break her laws : 
 To power your fongs of Gratulation pay, 
 To courts addrefs foft flattery's fervile lay. 
 What though your gentle MASON'S plaintive verfe 
 Has hung with fweeteft wreaths Mufeus' herfe -, 
 What though your vaunted bard's ingenuous woe, 
 Soft as my flream, in tuneful numbers flow ; 
 Yet ftrove his Mufe, by fame or envy led, 
 To tear the laurels from a fitter's head ? 
 Mifguided youth ! with rude unclaffic rage 
 To blot the beauties of thy whiter page ! 
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 A rage that fullies e'en thy guiltlefs lays, 
 And blafts the vernal bloom of half thy bays. 
 
 Let boaft the patrons of her name, 
 
 Each fplendid fool of fortune and of fame : 
 
 Still of preferment let her mine the queen, 
 
 Prolific parent of each bowing dean : 
 
 Be hei's each prelate of the pamper/d cheek, 
 
 Each courtly chaplain, fan&ified and fleck : 
 
 Still let the drones of her exhauj&Jefs hivs 
 
 On rich pluralities fupinely thrive : 
 
 Still let her fenates titled Haves revere, 
 
 Nor dare to know the park^ from the. peer r 
 
 No. longer charm'd by Virtue-' s. lofty fong, 
 
 Once heard fage Milton's, manly tones among, 
 
 Where CAM, meandering thro' the matted reeds, 
 
 With lokering wave his groves of laurel feeds. 
 
 Tis our's, my ion, to deal the facred bay, 
 
 Where honour' calls* ami juftice points the way;
 
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 To wear the wdl-earn'd wreath that merit brings. 
 And {hatch a gift beyond the reach of kings. 
 Scorning and fcorn'd by courts, yon Mufe's bower 
 Still nor enjoys, nor feeks, the fmile of power. 
 
 Though wakeful Vengeance watch my chryftal 
 
 fpring, 
 Though Perfecution wave her iron wing, 
 
 And, o'er yon fpiry temples as me flies, 
 
 ' 
 
 " Thee deftin'd feats be mine," exulting cries ; 
 
 , 
 
 Fortune's fair fmiles on liis flill attend ; 
 
 
 
 And, as the dews of gracious heaven defoend 
 Unafk'd, unfeen, in frill but copious fhow'rs, 
 Her ftor.es on me fpontaneous Bounty pours. 
 See, Science walks with recent chaplets crowu'd > 
 With fancy's ftrain my fairy {hades refound ; 
 My Mufe divine {till keeps her cuflom'd ftate> 
 The mien erecl:, and high majeftic gait: 
 Green as of old each oliv'd portal {miles, 
 And {till the Graces build my Grecian piles :
 
 My Gothic fpif es in ancient glory rife, 
 
 And dare with wonted pride to rum into the Ikies, 
 
 E'en late, when Radcliffe's delegated train 
 Aufpicious fhone in Ifis' happy plain ; 
 When yon proud * dome, fair Learning's am- 
 
 pleft fhrine, 
 
 Beneath its attic roofs receiv'd the Nine ; 
 Was Rapture mute, or ceas'd the glad acclame. 
 To RadclirFe due, and Ifis' honour'd name ? 
 What free-born crouds adorn'd the feftive day, 
 Nor blum'd to wear my tributary bay ! 
 How each brave breaft with honefl ardors heav'd, 
 When Sheldon's fane the patriot band receiv'd j 
 While, as we loudly haifd the chofen few, 
 Rome's awful fenate rufli'd upon the view ! 
 
 . , 
 
 O may the day in 'latetf annals fhine, 
 That made a Beaufort, and an Harley mine : 
 
 
 
 * The Radcliffe Library.
 
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 That bade them leave the loftier fcene awhile, 
 The pomp of guiltlefs ftate, the patriot toil, 
 For bleeding Albion's aid the fage defign, 
 To hold fhort dalliance with the tuneful Nine. 
 Then Mufic left her filver fphere on high, 
 And bore each ftrain of triumph from the iky j 
 Swell'd the loud fong, and to my chiefs around 
 Pour'd the full peans of mellifluous found. 
 My Naiads blythe the dying accents caught, 
 And liflening danc'd beneath their pearly grot : 
 In gentler eddies play'd my confcious wave, 
 And all my reeds their fofteft whifpers gave ; 
 Each lay with brighter green adorn'd my bowers, 
 And breath'd a frefher fragrance on my flowers. 
 
 But lo ! at once the pealing concerts ceafe, 
 And crouded theatres are hum'd in peace. 
 See, on yon Sage how all attentive (land, 
 To catch his darting eye, and waving hand.
 
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 Hark f he begins, with all a Tally's art, 
 To pour the dictates of a Cato's heart : 
 SkilFd to pronounce what nobleft thoughts infpird> 
 He blends die fpeaker's with the patriot's fire ; 
 Bold to conceive, nor timorous to conceal, 
 What Britons dare to think, he dares to tell. 
 Tis his alike the ear and eye to charm, 
 To win with adion, and with fenfe to warm ; 
 Untaught in flowery periods to difpenfe 
 The lulling founds of fweet impertinence : 
 In frowns or fmiles he gains an equal prize, 
 Nor meanly fears to fall, nor creeps to rife j 
 Bids happier days to Albion be reftor'd, 
 Bids ancient Juftke rear her radiant fwordj 
 From me, as from my country, claims applaufe; 
 And makes an Oxford's, a Britannia's 
 
 While arms like thefc my fetfaft fages wield, 
 While mine is Truth's impenetrable ftidd.
 
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 Say, fhall the Puny Champion fondly dare 
 To wage with force like this fcholaftic war ?- 
 Still vainly fcribble on with pert pretence, 
 With all the rage of pedant impotence ? 
 Say, mail I foiter this domeftic pert, 
 This parricide, that wounds a mother's breaft ? 
 
 Thus in fome gallant fhip, that long has bore 
 Britain's victorious crofs from more to more, 
 By chance, beneath her clofe fequefter'd cells, 
 Some low-born worm, a lurking mifchief dwells ; 
 Eats his blind way, and faps with fecret guile 
 The deep foundations of the floating pile : 
 In vain the foreft lent its ftatelieft pride, 
 Rear'd her tall maft, and fram'd her knotty fide ; 
 The martial thunder's rage in vain me itood, 
 With every conflict of the ftormy flood 5 
 More fure the reptile's little arts devour, 
 Than wars, or waves, or Eurus' wintry power. 
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 Ye fretted pinnacles, ye fanes fublime, 
 Ye towers that wear the moffy veil of time ! 
 ' Ye maffy piles of old munificence, 
 At once the pride of learning and defence ; 
 Ye cloifters pale, that lengthening to the fight, 
 To contemplation, ftep by ftep, invite ; 
 Ye high-arch'd walks, where oft the whifpers 
 
 clear 
 
 Of harps unfeen have fwept the poet's ear j , -. : 
 Ye temples dim, where pious duty pays 
 Her holy hymns of ever-echoing praife ; 
 Lo ! your lov'd Ifis, from the bordering vale, 
 With all a mother's fondnefs bids you hail ! 
 Hail, Oxford, hail ! of all that's good and great* 
 Of all that's fair, the guardian and the feat ; 
 Nurfe of each brave purfuit, each generous aim, 
 By truth exalted to the throne of fame ! 
 Like Greece in fcience and in liberty, 
 As Athens learn'd, as Lacedemon free !
 
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 Bv'n now, confefs'd to my adoring eyes, 
 n awful ranks thy gifted fons arife. 
 "lining to knightly tale his Britim reeds, 
 
 genuine bards immortal Chaucer leads : 
 iis hoary head o'erlooks the gazing quire, 
 \.nd beams on all around celeftial fire. 
 A^ith graceful ftep fee Addifon advance, 
 Trie fweeteft child of Attic elegance; 
 See Chillingworth the depths of Doubt explore, 
 \nd Selden ope the rolls of antient lore : 
 To all but his belov'd embrace deny'd, 
 See Locke lead Reafon, his majeftic bride : 
 See Hammond pierce religion's golden mine, 
 A.nd fpread the treafur'd ftores of Truth divine. 
 
 All who to Albion gave the arts of peace, 
 
 beft the labours plann'd of letter'd eafe : 
 Who taught with truth, or with perfuafion mov'd -, 
 Who footh'd with numbers, or with fenfe improv'd 
 
 C 2
 
 [ .2 ] 
 
 Who rang'd the powers of reafon, or refin'd, 
 All that adorn'd or humanis'd the mind -, 
 Each prieft of health, that mix'd the balmy bowl, 
 To rear frail man, and flay the fleeting foul ; 
 All croud around, and echoing to the iky, 
 Hail, Oxford, hail ! with filial tranfport cry. 
 
 And fee yon fapient train ! with liberal aim, 
 'Twas theirs new plans of liberty to frame -, 
 And on the Gothic gloom of flavifh fway 
 To med the dawn of intellectual day. 
 With mild debate each mufmg feature glows, 
 And well- weigh' d counfels mark their meaning brows , 
 " Lo ! thefe the leaders of thy patriot line," 
 A Raleigh, Hamden, and a Somers mine. 
 Thefe from thy fource the bold contagion caught, 
 Their future fons the great example taught : 
 While in each youth, th' hereditary flame 
 Still blazes, unextinguim'd and the fame ?
 
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 Nor all the tafks of thoughtful peace engage, 
 J Tis thine to form the hero as the fage. 
 I fee the fable-fuited prince advance 
 With lilies .crown'd, the fpoils of bleeding France, 
 Edward. The Mufes, in yon cloifter'd fliade, 
 Bound on his maiden thigh the martial blade : 
 Bade him the fteel for Britim freedom draw, 
 And Oxford taught the deeds that Crefly faw. 
 
 And fee, great father of the facred band, 
 The Patriot King before me feems to iland. 
 He by the bloom of this gay vale beguiTd 
 That cheer'd with lively green the maggy wild, 
 Hither of yore, forlorn forgotten maid, 
 The Mufe in prattling infancy convey'd; 
 From Vandal rage the helplefs virgin bore, 
 And fix'd her cradle on my friendly fhore : 
 
 Alfred.
 
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 Soon grew the maid beneath his foilering hand, 
 Soon ftream'd her bleflings o'er the enlighten'd land 
 Though fimple was the dome, where firil to dwell 
 She dei~n'd, and ru.le her early Saxon cell, 
 LoJ now fhe holds her ftate in fculptur'd bowers, 
 And proudly lifts to heav'n her hundred towers. 
 'Twas Alfred firft, with letters and with laws, 
 Adorn'd, as he advanc'd, his country's caufe ; 
 He bade relent the Briton's ftubborn foul, 
 And footh'd to foft fociety's controul 
 A rough untu'tor'd age. With raptur'd eye 
 Elate he views his laurel'd progeny : 
 Serene he fmiles to find, that not in vain 
 He form'd the rudiments of learning's reign : 
 Himfelf he marks in each ingenuous breaft, 
 With all the founder in the race expreft : 
 Confcious he fees, fair Freedom ftffl furvive 
 In yon bright domes, ill-fated fugitive !
 
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 (Glorious, as when the goddefs pour'd the beam 
 Unfullied on his antient diadem;) 
 Well-pleas'd, that at his own Pierian fprings 
 She refts her weary feet, and plumes her wings ; 
 That here at laft me takes her deftin'd ftand, 
 Here deigns to linger, ere me leave the land.
 
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 ON THE DEATIt OF THE LATE 
 
 FREDERIC PRINCE OF WALES 
 
 I: 
 
 (J For the warblings of the Doric ote, 
 
 That wept the youthdeep-whelm'd in ocean's tide! 
 
 , 
 
 Or Mulla's mufe, who chang'd her magic note 
 To chant how dear the laurel'd Sidney died ! 
 Then fhould my woes in worthy ftrain be fung, 
 And with due cyprefs-crown thy herfe, O Frederic, hung 
 
 II. 
 
 But though my novice-hands are all too weak 
 To grafp the founding pipe, my voice unfkill'd 
 The tuneful phrafe of poefy to fpeak, 
 Uncouth the cadence of my carols wild : 
 A nations' tears fhall teach my fong to trace 
 The Prince that deck'd his crown with every milder grace..
 
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 III. 
 
 How well he knew to turn from flattery's fhrine, 
 
 To drop the fweeping pall of fcepter'd pride j 
 Led by calm thought to paths of eglantine, 
 And rural walks on Ifis' tufted fide : 
 To rove at large amid the landfkips ftill, 
 Where Contemplation fate on Clifden's beech-clad hill. 
 
 IV. 
 
 How, lock'd in pure Affection's golden band, 
 
 Through facred wedlock's unambitious ways, 
 With even ftep he walk'd, and conftant hand, 
 His temples binding with domeftic bays : 
 Rare pattern of the chafte connubial knot, 
 
 Firm in a palace kept, as in the clay-built cot ! 
 
 V. 
 
 How with difcerning choice, to nature true, 
 He cropp'd the fimple flowers, or violet, 
 crocus-bud, that with ambrofial hue 
 The banks of filver Helicon befet : 
 Nor feldom wak'd the Mufe's living lyre 
 
 To founds that call'd around Aonia's liflening quire.
 
 VI. 
 
 How to the F.ew with fparks ethereal ftor'd, 
 He never b-rr'd his cattle's genial gate, 
 But bade fweet Thomfon fhare the friendly board, 
 Soothing with verfe divine the toil of flate : 
 Hence fir'd, the bard forfook the flowery plain, 
 And deck'd the regal mafk, and tried the tragic ftrain. 
 
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 INSCRIPTION IN A HERMITAGE. 
 
 At ANSLEY HALL, in WARWICKSHIRE, 
 I. 
 
 BENEATH this ftony roof reclm'd, 
 I footh to peace my penfive mind : 
 And while, to made my lowly cave, 
 , Embowering elms their umbrage wave ; * 
 And while the maple dim is mine, 
 The beechen cup, unftain'd with wine : 
 I fcorn the gay licentious croud, 
 Nor heed the toys that deck the proud. 
 
 II. 
 
 Within my limits lone and ilill, 
 The blackbird pipes in artlefs trill ; 
 Fail by my couch, congenial guefl 
 The wren has wove her mojTy neft >, 
 From bufy fcenes, and brighter ikies, 
 To lurk with innocence, me flies ; 
 Here hopes in fafe repofe to dwell, 
 Nor aught fufpecls the fylvan cell.
 
 III. 
 
 At morn, I take my cuftom'd round, 
 To mark how buds yon mrubby mound ; 
 And every opening primrofe count, 
 That trimly paints my blooming mount : 
 Or o'er the fculptures, quaint and rude, 
 That grace my gloomy folitude, 
 I teach in winding wreaths to flray 
 Fantaflic ivy's gadding fpray. 
 
 IV. 
 
 At eve, within yon ftudious nook, 
 I ope my brafs-embofled book, 
 Pourtray'd with many a holy deed 
 Of martyrs, crown'd with heavenly meed : 
 Then, as my taper waxes dim, 
 Chant, ere I fleep, my meafur'd hymn ; 
 And, at the clofe, the gleams behold 
 Of parting wings bedropt with gold.
 
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 V. 
 
 While fuch pure joys my blifs create, 
 Who but would fmile at guilty flate ? 
 Who but would wifh his holy lot 
 In calm Oblivion's humble grot ? 
 Who but would cafl his pomp away, 
 To take my ftaff, and amice gray ; 
 *And to the world's tumultuous ftage 
 Prefer the blamelefs hermitage ?
 
 [ 22 ] 
 
 M O N 6 D Yj 
 
 WRITTEN NEAR STRATFORD UPON Avcx 
 
 /XVON, thy rural views, thy paftures wild, 
 The willows that o'erhang thy twilight edge, 
 Their boughs entangling with th' embattled fedge 
 Thy brink with watery foliage quaintly fring'd, 
 Thy furface with reflected verdure ting'd ; 
 Sooth me with many a penfive pleafure mild. 
 But while I mufe, that here the bard divine . 
 Whofe facred duft yon high-arch' d iles inclofei 
 Where the tall windows rife in ftately rows 
 Above th' embowering made, 
 Here firft, at Fancy's fairy-circled flirine, 
 Of daifies pied his infant offering made; 
 Here playful yet, in tripling years unripe, 
 Fram'd of thy reeds a fhrill and artlefs pipe : 
 Sudden thy beauties, Avon, all are fled, 
 As at the waving of fome magic wand >
 
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 An holy trance my charmed fpirit wings, 
 And aweful mapes of warriors and of kings 
 People the bufy mead, 
 Like fpedtres fwarming to the wifard's hall ; 
 And flowly pace, and point with trembling hand 
 The wounds ill-cover'd by the purple pall. 
 
 Before me Pity feems to fland 
 * 
 A weeping mourner, fmote with anguim fore, 
 
 To fee Misfortune rend in frantic mood 
 His robe, with regal woes embroider'd o'er. 
 Pale Terror leads the vifionary band, 
 And flernly makes his fceptre, dropping blood.
 
 ON THE DEATH OF 
 
 KING GEORGE THE SECOND 
 
 To MR. SECRETARY PITT. 
 
 O O ftream the forrows that embalm the brave, 
 The Tears that Science fheds on Glory's grave ! , 
 So pure the vows which claffic duty pays 
 To blefs another Brunfwick's rifing rays ! 
 
 O PITT, if chofen {trains have power to fteal 
 Thy watchful breaft awhile from Britain's weal ; 
 If votive verfe from facred Isis fent, 
 Might hope to charm thy manly mind, intent 
 On patriot plans, which antient freedom drew, 
 Awhile with fond attention deign to view 
 This ample Wreath, which all th' aflembled Nine 
 With ikill united have confpir'd to twine. 
 
 Afterwards Lord Chatham. This and the two following poem? 
 clofe the colleaions of OXFORD VERSES on their refpeftive occafions: 
 and were written while the author was Poetry Profeffor.
 
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 Yes, guide and guardian of thy country's cauie i 
 Thy confcious heart mall hail with juft applaufe 
 The duteous Mufe, whofe hafte officious brings 
 Her blamelefs offering to the mrine of kings : 
 Thy tongue, well tutor'd in hifloric lore* 
 Can fpeak her office and her ufe of yore : 
 For fuch the tribute of ingenuous praife 
 iHer harp difpens'd in Grecia's golden days ; 
 uch were the palms, in ifles of old renown, 
 he culFd, to deck the guiltlefs monarch's crown ; 
 Vhen virtuous Pindar told, with Tufcan gore 
 low fcepter'd Hiero ftain'd Sicilia's more, 
 )r to mild Theron's raptur'd eye difclos'd 
 fright vales, where fpirits of the brave repos'd : 
 fet ftill beneath the throne, unbrib'd, me fate, 
 The decent handmaid, not the flave, of flate ; 
 D leas'd in the radiance of the regal name 
 To blend the luftre of her country's fame : 
 7 or, taught like our's,fhe dar'd, with prudentpride, 
 Obedience from dependence to divide : 
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 Though princes claim'd her tributary lays, 
 With truth fevere fhe temper'd partial praife ; 
 Confcious fhe kept her native dignity, 
 Bold as her flights, and as her numbers free. 
 
 And fure if e'er the mufe indulg'd her ftrains, 
 With juft regard, to grace heroic reigns, 
 Where could her glance a theme of triumph own 
 So dear to fame as GEORGE'S trophied throne ? 
 At whofe firm bafe, thy ftedfaft foul afpires 
 To wake a mighty nation's antient fires : 
 Afpires to baffle Faclion's fpecious claim, 
 Rouze England's rage, and give her thunder aim 
 Once more the main her conquering banners fweep 
 Again her commerce darkens all the deep. 
 Thy fix'd refolve renews each firm decree 
 That made, that kept of yore, thy country free 
 Call'd by thy voice, nor deaf to war's alarms, 
 Its willing youth the rural empire arms : 

 
 Again the lords of Albion's cultur'd plains 
 March the firm leaders of their faithful fwains ; 
 As erfl ftout archers, from the farm or fold, 
 Flam 'd in the van of many a baron bold. 
 
 Nor thine the pomp of indolent debate, 
 The war of words, the fophiftrks of ftate ; 
 Nor frigid caution checks thy free delign, 
 Nor flops thy ftream of eloquence divine : 
 For thine the privilege, on few beftow'd, 
 To feel, to think, to fpeak, for public good. 
 In vain Corruption calls her venal tribes ; 
 One common caufe one common end prefcribes : 
 Nor fear nor fraud, or fpares or fcreens, the foe, 
 But fpirit prompts, and valour ftrikes, the blow. 
 
 O PITT, while honour points thy liberal plan, 
 And o'er the Minifter exalts the Man, 
 Is is congenial greets thy faithful fway, 
 Nor fcorns to bid a ftatefman grace her lay. 
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 For 'tis not Her's, by falfe connexions drawn, 
 At fplendid Slavery's fordid fhrine to fawn ; 
 Each native effort of the feeling breaft, 
 To friends, to foes, in equal fear, fuppreft : 
 'Tis not for her to purchafe or purfue 
 The phantom favours of the cringing crew : 
 . More ufeful toils her ftudious hours engage, 
 And fairer leffons fill her fpotlefs page : 
 Beneatl} ambition, but above difgrace, 
 With nobler arts me forms the rifing race : 
 With happier talks, and lefs refin'd pretence, 
 In elder times^ me woo'd Munificence 
 To rear her arched roofs in regal guife, 
 And lift her temples nearer to the fkies ; 
 Princes and prelates flretch'd the focial hand, 
 To form, difFufe, and fix, her high command : 
 From kings meclaim'd,yetfcorn'dtofeek,the prize, 
 Fromkings, likeGEORGE, benignant, jufl,and wife, 
 
 Lo, this her genuine lore. Nor thou refufe 
 This humble -prefent of no partial Mufe
 
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 From that calm Bower*, which nurs'd thy 
 
 thoughtful youth 
 In the pure precepts of Athenian truth : 
 
 Where firft the form of Britifh Liberty 
 / 
 
 Beam'd in full radiance on thy muling eye j 
 ' That form, whofe mien fublime, with equal awe, 
 
 In the fame made unblemim'd Somers faw : 
 \ 
 
 Where once (for well me lov'd the friendly grove 
 1 Which every claffic Grace had learn'd to rove) 
 | Her whifpers wak'd fage Harrington to feign 
 
 The bleffings of her vifionary reign - y 
 
 That reign, which now no more an empty theme. 
 
 Adorns Philofophy's ideal dream, 
 
 But crowns at laft, beneath a GEORGE'S fmile, 
 
 In full reality this favour'd ifle. 
 
 * Trinity College, Oxford; in which alfo Lord Somers, and Sir 
 James Harrington, authqr of the OCEANA, were educated.
 
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 ON THE 
 
 MARRIAGE OF THE KING, 
 
 M. D C C L X I. 
 
 To HER MAJESTY. 
 
 N fir ft the kingdom to thy virtues due 
 Rofe from the billowy deep in diftant view ; 
 When Albion's ifle, old Ocean's peerlefs pride, 
 Tower'd in imperial ftate above the tide ; 
 What bright ideas of the new domain 
 Form'd the fair profpedt of thy promis'd reign ! 
 
 And well with confcious joy thy breaft might beati 
 That 'Albion was ordain'd thy regal feat : 
 Lo ! this the land, where Freedom's facred rage ; 
 Has glow'd untam'd through many a martial age. j 
 Here patriot Alfred, ftain'd with Danilh blood, 
 Rear'd on one bafe the king's the people's good : j
 
 Here Henry's archers fram'd the ftubborn bow 
 That laid Alanzon's haughty helmet low ; 
 Here wak'd the flame, that ftill fuperior braves 
 The proudeft threats of Gaul's ambitious Haves : 
 Here Chivalry, ftern fchool of valour old, 
 Her nobleft feats of knightly fame enroll'd ; 
 Heroic champions caught the clarion's call, 
 And throng'd the feaft in Edward's banner'd hall -, 
 While chiefs, like GEORGE, approv'd in worth alone, 
 Unlock'd chafte beauty's adamantine zone. 
 Lo ! the fam'd ifle, which hails thy chofen fway, 
 What fertile fields her temperate funs difplay ! 
 Where Property fecures the confcious fwain, 
 And guards, while Plenty gives, the golden grain : 
 I Hence witjj ripe flores her viljages abound, 
 Her airy downs with fcatter'd iheep refound ; 
 Frem are her paflures with unceafmg rills, 
 And future navies crown her darkfome hills, 
 To bear her formidable glory far, 
 Behold her opulence of hoarded war !
 
 See, from her ports a thoufand banners fifeain ; 
 On every, coaft her vengeful lightnings gleam! 
 Meantime, remote from Ruin's armed hand, 
 In peaceful majefty her cities (land ;, 
 Whofe fplendid domes, and bufy ftreets, declare, 
 Their firmer! fort, a king's parental care. 
 
 And O ! bleft Queen, if e'er the magic powefs 
 Of warbled truth have won thy muting hours - y 
 Here Poefy, from aweful dajrs of yore, 
 Has pour'd her genuine gifts of raptur'd lore. 
 Mid oaken bowers, with holy verdure wreath'd, 
 In Druid-fongs her folemn fpirit breath'd : 
 While cunning Bards at antient banquets fung 
 Of paynim foes defied, and trophies hung. 
 Here Spenfer tun'd his myftic minftrelfy, 
 And drefs'd in fairy robes a Queen like Thee. 
 Here, boldly mark'd with every living hue, 
 Nature's unbounded portrait Shakefpeare drew :
 
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 But chief, the dreadful groupe of human woes 
 The daring artifl's tragicf pencil chofe ; 
 Explor'd the pangs that rend the royal breaft, 
 Thofe wounds that lurk beneath the tiflued veil ! 
 Lo ! this the land, whence Milton's mufe of fire 
 High foar'd to fteal from heaven a fera'ph's lyre ; 
 And told the golden ties of wedded love 
 I<n facred Eden's amaranthine grove. 
 
 
 
 Thine too, majerlic Bride, the favour'd clime, 
 
 Where Science fits enfhrin'd in roofs fublime. 
 O mark, how green her wood of antient bays 
 O'er Is is' marge in many a chaplet ftrays ! 
 Thither, if haply fome difKnguim'd flower 
 Of thefe mix'd blooms from that ambroiial bower, 
 Might catch thy glance, and rich in Nature's hue. 
 Entwine thy diadem with honour due ; 
 If feemly gifts the train of Phebus pay, 
 To deck imperial Hymen's feftive day ; 
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 Thither thyfelf fhall hade, and mildly deign 
 To tread with nymph-like ftep the confcious plain | 
 Pleas'd in the mufe's nook, with decent pride, 
 To throw the fcepter'd pall of ftate afide : 
 Nor from the made mall GEORGE be long away,| 
 That claims CHARLOTTA'S love, and court) 
 
 her flay. 
 
 Thefe are Britannia's praifes. Deign to trace 
 With rapt reflection Freedom's favorite race ! 
 But though the generous ifle, in arts and arms, j 
 Thus ftand fupreme, in nature's choiceft charms c 
 Though GEORGE and Conqueft guard her fea-gi^ 
 
 throne, 
 
 One happier blefling ftill me calls her own ; 
 And, proud to cull the fairefl wreath of Fame, i 
 Crowns her chief honours with a CHARLOTTI 
 
 name.
 
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 ON THE BIRTH OF 
 
 THE PRINCE OF WALES, . 
 
 BRITTEN AFTER THE INSTALLATION AT WINDSOR, 
 IN THE SAME YEAR, MDCCLXII. 
 
 IMPERIAL Dome of Edward wife and brave ! 
 Where warlike Honour's brighteft banners wave; 
 At whofe proud Tilts, unmatch'd for hardy deeds, 
 Heroic kings have frown'd on barbed fteeds : 
 Though now no more thy crefted chiefs advance 
 In arm'd array, nor grafp the glittering lance ; 
 ThoughKnighthood boafts the martial pomp no more 
 That grac'd its gorgeous feflivals of yore ; 
 Say, confcious Dome, if e'er thy marfliall'd knights 
 So nobly deck'd their old majeftic rites, 
 As when, high thron'd amid thy trophied flirine, 
 GEORGE fhone the leader of the garter'd line ? 
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 Yet future triumphs, Windfor, ilill remain ; 
 Still may thy bowers receive as brave a train : 
 For lo ! to Britain and her favour'd Pair, 
 Heaven's high command has fent a facred Heir ! 
 Him the bold 1 pattern of his patriot fire 
 Shall fill with early fame's immortal fire : 
 In life's frefh fpring, ere buds the promis'd prime, 
 His thoughts mail mount to virtue's meed fublime : 
 The patriot fire mall catch, with fure prefage, 
 Each liberal omen of his opening age ; 
 Then to thy courts fhall lead, with confcious joy, 
 In flripling beauty's bloom, the princely boy ; 
 There firmly wreathe the Braid of heavenly die, 
 True valour's badge, around his tender thigh. 
 
 Meantime, thy royal piles that rife elate 
 With many an antique tower, in marly ftate, 
 In the young champion's mufing mind (hall raife 
 Vail images of Albion's elder days.
 
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 Vhile, as around his eager glance explores 
 
 fhy chambers, rough with war's constructed ftores, 
 
 lude helms, and bruifed mields, barbaric fpoils 
 
 )f antient chivalry's undaunted toils ; 
 
 \rnid the dufky trappings, hung on high 
 
 f oung Edward's fable mail mall ftrike his eye : 
 
 hall fire the youth, to crown his riper years 
 
 Vith rival CrefTys, and a new Poitiers ; 
 
 i)n the fame wall, the fame triumphal bafe, 
 
 iis own victorious monuments to place. 
 
 Nor can a fairer kindred title move 
 
 / 
 I is emulative age to glory's love 
 
 ""han Edward, laureate prince. In lettered truth, 
 
 )xford, fage mother, fchool'd his ftudious youth : 
 
 ler limple inflitutes, and rigid lore, 
 
 The royal nurfling unrelu&ant bore ; 
 
 \ T or iliunn'd, at penfive eve, with lonefome pace 
 
 fhe cloifler's moonlight-chequer'd floor to trace j
 
 Nor' fcorn'd to mark the fun, at mattins due, 
 Stream through the ftoried window's holy hue. 
 
 And O, Young Prince, be thine his moral praife 
 Nor feek in fields of blood his warriour bays. 
 War has its charms terrific. Far and wide 
 When ftands th' embattled hoft in banner'd pride 
 O'er the vext plain when the mrill clangors run, 
 And the long phalanx flames in the fun ; 
 When now no dangers of the deathful day 
 Mar the bright fcene, nor break the firm array ; 
 Full oft, too rafhly glows with fond delight 
 The youthful breaft, and afks the future fight ; 
 Nor knows that Horrour's form, a fpectre wan, 
 Stalks, yet unfeen, along the gleamy van. 
 
 May no fuch rage be thine : No dazzling ray 
 Of fpecious fame thy ftedfaft feet betray. 
 Be thine domeftic glory's radiant calm, 
 Be thine the fceptre wreath'd with many a palm :
 
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 Be thine the throne with peaceful emblems hung, 
 The filver lyre to milder conquefl flrung! 
 
 \ 
 
 Inftead of glorious feats atchiev'd in arms, 
 Bid rifing arts difplay their mimic charms ! 
 Juft to thy country's fame, in tranquil days, 
 Record the pail, and roufe to future praife : 
 Before the public eye, in breathing brafs, 
 Bid thy fam'd father's mighty triumphs pafs : 
 Swell the broad arch with haughty Cuba's fall, 
 And clothe with Minden's plain th' hiftoric hall. 
 
 Then mourn not, Edward's Dome, thine antient 
 
 boaft, 
 Thy tournaments, and lifted combats lofl ! 
 
 From Arthur's Board, no more, proud caftle, mourn 
 Adventurous Valour's gothic trophies torn ! 
 Thofe elfin charms, that held in magic night 
 It's elder fame, and dimra'd it's genuine light,
 
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 At length diiTolve in Truth's meridian ray, 
 And the bright Order burfts to perfeft day : 
 The myflic round, begirt with bolder peers, 
 On Virtue's bafe it's refcued glory rears : 
 Sees Civil Prowefs mightier afts atchieve, 
 Sees meek Humanity diftrefs relieve ; 
 Adopts the Worth that bids the conflict ceafe, 
 And claims it's honours from the Chiefs of Peac 

 
 V E R S 
 
 ON 
 
 Sir JOSHUA REYNOLDS^ PAINTED WINDOW 
 AT NEW-COLLEGE, O X F O R D; 
 
 H, flay thy treacherous hand, forbear to trace 
 f hofe faultlefs forms of elegance and grace ! 
 
 ;dW 
 
 Ah, ceafe to fpread the bright tranfparent mafs, 
 With Titian's pencil, o'er the fpeaking glafs ! 
 Nor fteal, by ftrokes of art with truth combin'd, 
 The fond illufions of my wayward mind ! 
 For long, enamour'd of a barbarous age, 
 A faithlefs truant to the claflic page ; 
 Long have I lov'd to catch the fimple chime 
 Of minftrel-harps, and fpell the fabling rime ; 
 To view the feftive rites, the knightly play, 
 That deck'd heroic Albion's elder day ; 
 To mark the mouldering halls of Barons bold, 
 ft.nd the rough caftle, caft in giant mould -,
 
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 With Gothic manners Gothic arts explore* 
 And mufe on the magnificence f yore. 
 
 But chief, enraptur'd have I lov'd to roam, 
 A lingering votary, the vaulted dome, 
 Where the tall mafts, that mount in mafly pride, 
 Their mingling branches moot from fide to fide - y 
 Where elfin fculptors, with fantaftic clew, 
 O'er the long roof their wild embroidery drew;. 
 Where SUPERSTITION, with capricious hand 
 In many a maze the wreathed window plann'd, 
 With hues romantic ting'd the gorgeous pane, 
 To fill with holy light the wondrous fane -, 
 To aid the builder's model, richly rude, 
 By no Vitruvian fymmetry fubdu'd j 
 To fuit the genius of the myftic pile : 
 Whilft as around the far-retiring ile, 
 And fretted fhrines, with hoary trophies hung, 
 Her dark illumination wide me flung,
 
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 With -new folemnity, the nooks profound, 
 
 The caves of death, and the dim arches frown'd. 
 From blifs long felt unwillingly we part : 
 Ah, fpare the weaknefs of a lover's heart ! 
 Chafe not the phantoms of my fairy dream, 
 Phantoms that mrink at Reafon's painful gleam ! 
 That fofter touch, infidious artift flay, 
 &or to new joys my flruggling breaft betray ! 
 
 Such was a penfive bard's miftaken ftrain. 
 But, oh, of ravifh'd pleafures why complain ? 
 No more the matchlefs Ikill I call unkind 
 That ftrives to difenchant my cheated mind. 
 For when again I view thy chafte Delign, 
 The juft proportion, and the genuine line.; 
 Thofe native pourtraitures of Attic art, 
 That from the lucid furface feem to ftart ; 
 Thofe tints, that fteal no glories from the day 
 Nor afk the fun to lend his ftreaming ray : 
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 The doubtful radiance of contending dies, 
 That faintly mingle, yet diftindly rife ; 
 Twixt light and fhade the tranfitory flrife ; 
 The feature blooming with immortal life: 
 The ftole in cafual foldings taught to flow, 
 Not with ambitious ornaments to glow > 
 The tread majeftic, and the beaming eye 
 That lifted fpeaks its commerce with the iky -, 
 Heaven's golden emanation, gleaming mild 
 O'er the mean cradle of the virgin's child : 
 Sudden, the fombrous imagery is fled, 
 Which late my vifionary rapture fed : 
 Thy powerful hand has broke the Gothic chain, 
 And brought my bofom back to truth again : 
 To truth, by no peculiar tafte confin'd, 
 Whofe univerfal pattern ftrikes mankind -, 
 To truth, whofe bold and unrefifted aim 
 Checks frail caprice, and faihion's fickle claim; 
 To truth, whofe Charms deception's magic quell, 
 bind coy Fancy in a ftronger fpell,
 
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 Y.e brawny Prophets, that in robes fo rich, 
 ^.t diftance due, poflefs the crifped nich; 
 fe Rows of Patriarchs, that fublimely rear'd 
 DifFufe a proud primeval length of beard : 
 ife Saints, -who clad in crimfon's bright array, 
 Vlore pride than humble poverty difplay : 
 ife Virgins meek, that wear the palmy crown 
 )f patient faith, and yet-fo fiercely frown; 
 { e Angels, that from clouds of gold recline, 
 3ut boaft no femblance to a race divine : 
 { e tragic Tales of legendary lore, 
 That draw devotion's ready tear no mpre ; 
 f e Martyrdoms of unenlightened days, 
 r Q Miracles, that now no wonder raife : 
 hapes, that with one broad glare the gazer ftrike, 
 Cings, Bifhops, Nuns, Apoftles, all alike ! 
 r e Colours, that th' unwary fight amaze, 
 ind only (dazzle in the noontide blaze ! 
 ^o more the Sacred Window's round diigrace, 
 5ut yield to Grecian groupes the fhining fpace.
 
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 Lo, from the canvas Beauty fhifts her throne, 
 Jbo, Picture's powers a new formation own ! 
 Behold, {he prints upon the eryftal plain, 
 With her own energy, th* expreffive ftain ! 
 The mighty Mailer fpreads his mimic toil 
 More wide, nor only blends the breathing oil ; 
 But calls the lineaments of life compleat 
 From genial alchymy's creative heat ; 
 Obedient forms to the bright fufion giveft, 
 While in the warm enamel Nature lives* 
 
 REYNOLDS, tis thine, from the broad window 
 
 height, 
 
 To add new luftre to religious light * 
 Not of its pomp to ftrip this ancient (hrine, 
 But bid that pomp with purer radiance fliine : 
 With arts unknown before, to reconcile 
 The willing Graces to the Gothic pile.
 
 ODES,
 
 
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 rb hli 
 
 O D E L 
 
 ."'; 
 
 TO SLEEP. 
 
 this my penfive pillow, gentle Sleep ! 
 Defcend, in all thy downy plumage dreft : 
 
 Wipe with thy wing thefe eyes that wake to weep, 
 
 < 
 
 And place thy crown of poppies on my breaft. 
 
 fteep my fenfes in oblivion's balm, 
 
 And footh my throbbing pulfe with lenient hand -, 
 This tempeft of my boiling blood becalm ! 
 Defpair grows mild at thy fupreme command. 
 
 Yet ah ! in vain, familiar with the gloom, 
 And fadly toiling through the tedious night, 
 
 1 feek fweet flumber, while that virgin bloom, 
 For ever hovering, haunts my wretched fight. 
 
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 Nor would the dawning day my forrows charm 
 Black midnight, and fche blaze of noOn, alike 
 
 To me appear, while with uplifted 'arm 
 Death flands prepar'd, but ilill delays, to ftrike
 
 ODE II. 
 
 THE HAMLET, 
 
 WRITTEN IN WHICHWOOD FOREST. 
 
 JL H E hinds how bleft, who ne'er beguil'd 
 To quit their hamlet's hawthorn-wild ; 
 Nor haunt the croud, nor tempt the main, 
 For fplendid care, and guilty gain ! 
 
 When morning's twilight-tindur'd beam 
 Strikes their low thatch with flanting gleam, 
 They rove abroad in ether blue, 
 To dip the fcythe in fragrant dew : 
 The fheaf to bind, the beech to fell 
 That nodding fhades a craggy dell. 
 
 Midft gloomy glades, in warbles clear, 
 Wild nature's fweeteft notes they hear : 
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 On green untrodden banjts they view 
 
 , v , 
 
 The hyacinth's negleded hue : 
 In their lone haunts, and woodland rp'unds, 
 They fpy the fquirrel's airy bounds : 
 And ftartle from her afhen fpray, . 
 Acrofs the glen, the fcreaming jay : 
 Each' native, charm their fteps explore 
 Of Solitude Y fequefter'd flore^cxj 
 
 tf-- ; thr/ovo 3fh 
 
 For them the moon with cloudlefs ray 
 Mounts, to illume their homeward way : 
 Their weary fpirits to relieve, 
 The meadows incenfe breathe at eve. " ; "jrft ?. 
 No riot mars the fimple'fare 
 That o'er a glimmering hearth they Aar jV ; r |i c > 
 But when the curfeu 5 s meafur 'd roar ^ 
 Duly, the darkening vallie's 'o'er, 
 Has echoed from the diftant town, 
 They wi'fli no beds of cygnet -down,
 
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 fJo trophied canopies, to clofe - 
 
 Their drooping eyes in quick repofe. 
 
 ' '. - 
 
 Their little fons, who fpread the bloom 
 Of health around the clay-built room, 
 'Or through the primros'd coppice ftray, 
 Or gambol in the new-mown hay ; 
 
 Or quaintly braid the cowflip-twine, 
 ( 
 Or drive afield the tardy kine $ 
 
 Or haften from the fultry hill 
 
 To loiter at the fhady rill , 
 
 Or climb the tall pine's gloomy crefl j 
 
 To rob the raven's antient neft. 
 
 Their humble porch with honied flowers 
 The curling woodbine's made embowers : 
 From the fmall garden's thymy mound 
 Their bees in bufy fwarms refound : 
 
 
 
 Nor fell Difeafe, before his time, 
 Haftes to confume life's golden prime :
 
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 But when their temples long have wore 
 The filver crown of treiTes hoar ; 
 As ftudious (till calm peace to keepi 
 Beneath a flowery turf they deep. 
 
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 ODE IH. 
 
 WRITTEN AT VALE-ROYAL ABBY IN CHESHIRE*, 
 
 S evening flowly fpreads his mantle hoar, 
 ruder founds the bounded valley fill, 
 Than the faint din, from yonder fedgy more, 
 Qf rufhing waters, and the murmuring mill, 
 
 powfunk the fcene, where cloifler'dLeifure rnus'd! 
 Where war-worn Edward paid his aweful vow; 
 And, lavim of magnificence, diffus'd 
 
 Jib crouded fpires o'er the broad mountain's .brow! 
 
 ^ 
 
 The golden fans, that o'er the turrets ftrown, 
 Quick-glancing to the fun, wild mufic made, 
 Are reft, and every battlement o'ergrown. 
 With knotted thorns, and the tall fopling's fhade, 
 
 * Founded by king Edward the firft, about the year 1300, in 
 (jonfequence of a vow which he made when in danger of beiog 
 Shipwrecked, during his return from a crufade.
 
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 The prickly jtjijftle fhedf it's plumy crefl, 
 And matted nettles fhade the crumbling mafs, 
 Where fhone the pavement's furfaee imooth, imprei 
 
 With rich reflection of the ftoried glafs. 
 
 < 
 
 Here hardy chieftains flept in proud repofey 
 
 Sublimely fhrin'd in gorgeous imagery j 
 
 And through the lerTening iles, in radiant rows, 
 
 Their confecrated banners hung on high. 
 
 
 
 ' f ^ ' '" ' T 
 
 There oxen browze, and there the fable yew 
 Through the dun void difplays its baleful glooms 
 
 ' ' ' " i~i i. IL 
 
 And! fheds in lingering drops ungenial dew, 
 
 O'er the forgotten graves, and fcatter'd tombs. 
 >rb TJ;O f;H: |in a 
 
 By the flow clock, in ftately-meafur'd chime, 
 That from the many tower tremendous toll'd, 
 No more the plowman counts the tedious time, 
 diftant Ihepherd pens his twilight fold.
 
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 High o'er the tracklefs heath at midnight feen, 
 .No more the windows, rang'd in long array, 
 (Where the tall fhaft and fretted nook between 
 Thick ivy twines) the taper'd rites betray, 
 
 Ev'n now, amid the wavering ivy-wreaths, 
 (yVhile kindred thoughts the peniive founds infpire) 
 When the weak breeze in many a whifper breaths, 
 I feem to liften to the chanting quire. 
 
 As o'er thefe fhatter'd towers intent we mufe, 
 Though rear'd by Charity's capricious zeal, 
 Vet can our breafts foft Pity's figh refufe, 
 Or conlcious Candour's modeft plea conceal ? 
 
 For though the forcerefs, SuperfUtion blind, 
 ^mid the pomp of dreadful facrifice, 
 3'er the dim roofs, to cheat the tranced mind, 
 )ft bade her viiionary gleams arife : 
 I
 
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 Though the vain hours unfocial Sloth beguil'd, 
 While the fUll cloifter's gate Oblivion lock'd ; 
 And through the chambers pale, to flumbers mild 
 Wan Indolence her drowfy cradle rock'd : 
 
 Yet hence, enthron'd in venerable flate, 
 Proud Hofpitality difpens'd her flore : 
 Ah, fee, beneath yon tower's unvaulted gate, 
 Forlorn fhe fits upon the brambled floor ! 
 
 Her ponderous vafe> with gothic pourtraiture 
 Embofs'd, no mo-re with balmy moifture flows ;, 
 Mid the mix'd fhards o'erwhelm'd in duft obfcure.. 
 No more, as erft, the golden goblet glows. 
 
 Sore beat by florins in Glory's arduous way, 
 Here might Ambition mufe, a pilgrim fage - >: 
 Here raptur'd fee, Religion's evening ray 
 
 Gild the calm walks of his repofmg age. 
 
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 Here antient Art her dedal fancies play'd 
 In the quaint mazes of the crifped roof; 
 In mellow glooms the fpeaking pane array'd, 
 And rang'd the clufter'd column, maffy-proof. 
 
 Here Learning, guarded from a barbarous age, 
 Hover'd awhile, nor dar'd attempt the day ; 
 But patient trac'd upon the pictur'd page 
 The holy legend, or heroic lay. 
 
 Hither the Solitary minfbrel came 
 An honour'd-gueft, while the grim evening fky 
 Hung lowering, and around the .focial flame 
 Tun'd his bold harp to tales of chivalry. 
 
 Tnus fmgs the Mufe, all penflve^and alone; 
 Nor fcorns, within the deep fane's inmoft cell, 
 To pluck the grey mofs from the mantled ftone, 
 Some holy founder's mouldering name to fpell. 
 
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 Thus fings the Mufe : yet partial as me fmgs, 
 With fond regret furveys thefe ruin'd piles : 
 And with fair images of antient things 
 The captive bard's obfequious mind beguiles. 
 
 But much we pardon to th' ingenuous Mufe -, 
 Her fa.iry fhapes are trick'd by Fancy's pen: 
 Severer Reafon forms far other views, 
 And fcans the fcene with philofophic ken. 
 
 From thefe deferted domes, new glories rife j 
 More ufeful inftitutes, adorning man, 
 Manners enlarg'd, and' new civilities, 
 Qn frefh foundations build the focial plan. 
 
 Science, on ampler plume, a bolder flight 
 EfTays, efcap'd from Superftition's mrine : 
 While freed Religion, like primeval light 
 
 from chaos, fpreads her warmth divine,
 
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 ODE IV. ^ 
 
 THE FIRST OF APRIL, 
 
 W I T H dalliance rude young Zephyr woos 
 Coy May. Full oft with kind excufe 
 The boifterous boy the Fair denies, 
 f, with a fcornful fmile complies. 
 
 
 Mindful of difafter paft, 
 \nd fhrinking at the northern blaft, 
 fhe fleety ftorm returning ftill, 
 The morning hoar, and evening chill ; 
 leluctant comes the timid Spring, 
 carce a bee, with airy ring, 
 t/Iurmurs the bloflbm'd boughs around, 
 That cloath the garden's fouthern bound : 
 carce a fickly ftraggling flower 
 )ecks the rough caflle's rifted tower : 
 carce the hardy primrofe peeps 
 'rom the dark dell's entangled fteeps :
 
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 O'er the field of waving broom, 
 Slowly fhoots the golden bloom : 
 And, but by fits, the furze-clad dale 
 Tindures the tranfitory gale. 
 While from the fhrubbery's naked maze, 
 
 Where the vegetable blaze 
 
 ^pirabfis isf^i 
 Of Flora's brighteft 'broidery fhone, 
 
 Every chequer'd charm is flown ; 
 Save that the lilac hangs to view 
 Its burfting gems in clutters blue* , 
 
 Scant along the ridgy land 
 The beans their, new-born ranks expand : 
 The frem-turn'd foil with tender blades 
 Thinly the fprouting barley fhades : 
 Fringing the foireft's devious edge, 
 Half rob'd appears the hawthorn hedge -, 
 Or to the diftant eye difplays 
 Weakly green its budding fprays.
 
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 The fwallow, for a moment feen, 
 3 kirns in hafte the village green : 
 From the grey moor, on feeble wing, 
 The fcreaming plovers idly fpring : 
 The butterfly, gay- pain ted foon, 
 Explores awhile the tepid noon ; 
 A.nd fondly trufts its tender dies 
 To fickle funs, and flattering Ikies. 
 
 . . , 
 
 Fraught with a tranfient, frozen mower, 
 If a cloud mould haply lower, 
 Sailing o'er the landfcape dark, 
 Mute on a fudden is the lark ; 
 But when gleams the fun again 
 O'er the pearl-befprinkled plain, 
 And from behind, his watery vail 
 Looks through the. thin-defcending hail ; 
 She mounts, and leflening to the fight, 
 Salutes the blythe return of light,
 
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 And high her tuneful track purfues 
 Mid the dim rainbow's fcatter'd hues. 
 
 Where in venerable rows 
 Widely waving oaks inclofe 
 The moat of yonder antique hall, 
 Swarm the rooks with clamorous call j 
 And to the toils of nature true, 
 Wreath their capacious nefts anew. 
 
 Mufing through the lawny park, 
 The lonely poet loves to mark, 
 How various greens in faint degrees 
 Tinge the tall groupes of various trees ; 
 While, carelefs of the changing year, 
 The pine cerulean, never fear, 
 Towers diftinguim'd from the reft, 
 And proudly vaunts her winter veft. 
 
 Within fome whifpering ofier ifle> 
 Where GLYM'S low banks negk&ed fmile
 
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 And each trim meadow ftill 
 The wintry torrent's oozy ftains : 
 Beneath a willow, long forfook, 
 The fi flier jfeeks his cuftom'd nook ; 
 And burning through the crackling fedge 
 That crowns the current's cavern'd edge, 
 He flartles from the bordering wood^ 
 The bafhful wild-duck's early brood. 
 
 O'er the broad downs, a novel race, 
 Frifk the lambs with faultering pace, 
 And with eager bleatings fill 
 The fofs that fkirts the beacon'd hill. 
 
 His free-born vigour yet unbroke 
 To lordly man's ufurping yoke, 
 The bounding colt forgets to play, 
 Bafking beneath the noontide ray, 
 And flretch'd among the dailies pide 
 Of a green dingle's Hoping fide : 
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 While far beneath, where nature fpreads 
 Her boundlefs length of level meads, 
 In loofe luxuriance taught to ftray 
 A thoufand tumbling rills inlay 
 With filver veins the vale, or pafs 
 Redundant through the fparkling grafs. 
 
 Yet, in thefe prefages rude, 
 Midft her peniive folitude, 
 Fancy, with prophetic glance> 
 Sees the teeming months advance ; 
 The field, the foreft, green and gay, 
 The dappled flope, the tedded hay; 
 Sees the reddening orchard blow, 
 The harvefl wave, the vintage flow : 
 Sees June unfold his glolTy robe 
 Of thoufand hues o'er all the globe : 
 Sees Ceres grafp 'her crown of corn, 
 And Plenty load her ample horn.
 
 ODE V. 
 
 SENT TO MR. UPTON, 
 
 ON HIS EDITION OF THE FAERIE 0,UEEN. 
 
 A. S oft, reclin'd on Cherwell's {helving fhore, 
 [ trac'd romantic Spenfer's moral page ; 
 And footh'd my forrows with the dulcet lore 
 Which Fancy fabled in her elfin age : 
 
 Much would I grieve, that envious Time fo foon 
 O'er the lov'd ftrain had caft his dim difguife j 
 As lowering clouds, in April's brighteft noon, 
 Mar the pure fplendours of the purple ikies. 
 
 Sage Upton came, from every myfUc tale 
 To chafe the gloom that hung o'er fairy ground : 
 His wifard hand unlocks each guarded vale, 
 And opes each flowery foreft's magic bound. 
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 Thus, never knight with mortal arms effay'd 
 The cattle of proud Bufyrane to quell $ 
 Till Britomart her 'beamy fhield difplay'd, 
 And broke with golden fpear the mighty fpell : 
 
 The dauntlefs maid with hardy ttep explor'd 
 Each room, array'd in glittering imagery - y 
 And through lh' inchanted chamber, richly ftor'c 
 Saw Cupid's ttately malke come fweeping by*. 
 
 At this, where'er, in diftant region meen, 
 She roves, embower'd with many a fpangled bougl 
 Mild Una, lifting her majeftic mien, 
 Braids with a brighter wreath her radiant brow. 
 
 At this, in hopelefs forrow dropping long, 
 Her painted wings Imagination plumes $ 
 Pleas'd that her laureate votary's refcued fong 
 Its native charm, and genuine grace, refurries, 
 
 * See FAIRY QUEEN, ili. 2, 5,
 
 ODE VI. 
 
 THE SUICIDE. 
 
 BENEATH the beech, whofe branches bare 
 Smit with the lightning's livid glare, 
 
 O'erhang the craggy road, 
 And whittle hollow as they wave ; 
 Within a folitary grave, 
 A. Slayer of himfelf * holds his accurs'd abode. 
 
 _ , , . . . , .. 
 
 Lour d the grim morn, in murky dies 
 
 Damp mifls involv'd the fcowling ikies, 
 
 And dimm'd the ftruggling day ; 
 As by the brook that lingering laves 
 Yon rufh-grown moor with fable waves, 
 Full of the dark refolve he took his fullen way. 
 
 * f* The Slayer of himfelf" is ufed by Dryden for a Suicide.
 
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 I. mark'd his defultory pace, 
 His geftures ftrange, and varying face, 
 
 With many a mutter'd found - y 
 And ah ! too late aghaft I view'd . 
 The reeking blade, the hand embru'd : 
 He fell, and groaning grafp'd in agony the ground. 
 
 Full many a melancholy night 
 
 He watch'd the flow return of light ; 
 
 And fought the powers of fleep, 
 To fpread a momentary calm 
 O'er his fad couch, and in the balm 
 Of bland oblivion's dews his burning eyes to fleep. 
 
 Full oft, unknowing and unknown, 
 He wore Jiis endlefs noons alone, 
 
 Amid th' autumnal wood : 
 Oft was he wont, in hafty fit, 
 Abrupt the focial board to quit, 
 And gaze with eager glance upon the tumbling flood
 
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 Beckoning the wretch to torments new, 
 DESPAIR, for ever in his view, 
 
 A fpe&re pale, appear'd ; 
 While, as the fhades of eve arofe 
 And brought the day's unwelcome clofe, 
 [ore horrible and huge her giant- fhape me rear'd. 
 
 " Is this, miftaken Scorn will cry, 
 
 " Is this the youth, whofe genius high 
 
 " Could build the^genuine rime ? 
 " Whofe bofom mild the favouring Mufe 
 " Had flor'd with all her ample views, 
 Parent of fairefl deeds, and purpofes fublime." 
 
 Ah ! from the Mufe that bofom mild 
 By treacherous magic was beguil'd, 
 
 To ftrike- the deathful blow: 
 She fill'd his foft ingenuous mind 
 
 - With many a feeling too refin'd, 
 
 ind rous'd to livelier pangs his wakeful fenfeof woa.
 
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 Though doom'd hard penury to prove, 
 And the fharp ftings of hopelefs love ; 
 
 To griefs congenial prone, 
 More wounds than nature gave he knew, 
 While mifery's form his fancy drew 
 In dark ideal hues, and horrours not its own. 
 
 Then wifh not o'er his earthy tomb 
 The baleful night- fhade's lurid bloom 
 
 To drop its deadly dew : 
 Nor oh ! forbid the twitted thorn, 
 That rudely binds his turf forlorn, 
 With fpring'sgreen-fwelling buds to vegetate anew, 
 
 What though no marble-piled buil 
 Adorn his defolated duft, 
 
 With fpeaking fculpture wrought ? 
 Pity mall woo the weeping Nine, 
 To build a vifionary fhrine, 
 Hung with unfading flowers, from fairy regions 
 brought.
 
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 What though refus'd each chanted rite ? 
 Here viewlefs- mourners fhall delight 
 
 To touch the madowy fhell : 
 And Petrarch's harp, that wept the doom 
 Of Laura, loft in early bloom, 
 many a penfive paufe fhall Teem to ring his knell. 
 
 To footh a lone, unhallowed fhade, 
 This votive dirge fad Duty paid, 
 
 Within an ivied nook : 
 Sudden the half-funk orb of day 
 More radiant mot its parting ray, 
 thus a cherub- voice my charm'd attention took. " 
 
 ' Forbear, fond bard, thy partial praife ; 
 Nor thus for guilt in fpecious lays 
 
 The wreath of glory twine : 
 ' In vain with hues of gorgeous glow 
 f Gay Fancy gives her yeft to flow, 
 
 Truth's matron-hand the floating folds confine. 
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 " Jufl heaven, man's fortitude to prove, 
 " Permits through life at large to rove 
 
 " The tribes of hell-born Woe : 
 Yet the fame power that wifely fend* 
 " Life's fierceft ills, indulgent lends 
 " Religion's golden Ihield to break th' embattled foe 
 
 " Her aid divine had lull'd to reft 
 
 " Yon foul felf-murtherer's throbbing breaft, 
 
 " And ftay'd the riling ftonn : 
 " Had bade the fun of hope appear 
 " To gild his darken'd hemifphere, 
 se And give the wonted bloom to nature's blafted form. 
 
 
 " Vain man ! 'tis heaven's prerogative 
 " To take, what firft it deign'd to give, 
 
 " Thy tributary breath : 
 In aweful expectation plac'd, 
 " Await thy doom, nor impious hafle 
 " To pluck from God's right hand his inftrumer< 
 " of death."
 
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 ODE VII. 
 
 SENT TO A FRIEND, 
 
 ON HIS LEAVING A FAVOURITE VILLAGE IN HAMPSHIRE. 
 
 H mourn, thou lov'd retreat ! No more 
 'Shall clamc fteps thy fcenes explore I 
 When morn's pale rays but faintly peep 
 O'er yonder oak-crown'd airy fteep, 
 Who now mall climb its brows to view 
 The'length of landfcape, ever new, 
 Where Summer flings, in carelefs pride, 
 Her varied yefture far and wide ! 
 Who mark, beneath, each village-charm, 
 Or grange, or elm-encircled farm : 
 The flinty dove-cote's crouded roof, 
 Watch'd by the kite that fails aloof: 
 The tufted pines, whofe umbrage tall 
 Darkens the long-deferted hall ; 
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 The veteran beech, that on the plain 
 Colleds at eve the playful train : 
 The cot that fmokes with early fire, 
 The low-roof 'd fane's embofom'd fpire ! 
 
 Who now (hall indolently ftray 
 Through the deep foreft's tangled way ; 
 ' Pleas'd at his cuftom'd talk to find 
 The well known hoary-treffed hind, 
 That toils with feeble hands to glean 
 Of withei'd boughs his pittance mean ! 
 Who mid thy nooks of hazle fit, 
 Loft in fome melancholy fit - t 
 And liftening to the raven's croak, 
 The diftant flail, the falling oak ! 
 Who, through the funfhine and the fhower, 
 Defcry the rainbow-painted tower ? 
 Who, wandering at return of May, 
 Catch the firft cuckow's vernal lay ?
 
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 Who, muling wafte the fummer hour, 
 Where high o'er-arching trees embow'r 
 The grafly lane, fo rarely pac'd, 
 With azure flowrets idly grac'd ! 
 Unnotic'd now, at twilight's dawn 
 
 Returning reapers crofs the lawn - 9 
 
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 Nor fond attention loves to note 
 'The weather's bell from folds remote : 
 While, own'd by no poetic eye, 
 Thy penfive evenings fhade the fky ! 
 
 For lo ! the Bard who rapture found 
 Jn every rural fight or found ; 
 Whofe genius warm, and judgment chaft, 
 No charm of genuine nature paft ; 
 Who felt the Mufe's pureft fires, 
 Far from thy favour'd haunt retires : 
 Who peopled all thy vocal bowers 
 With fhadowy fhapes, and airy powers.
 
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 Behold, a dread repofe refumes, 
 As erft, thy fad fequefter'd glooms ! 
 From the deep dell, where fhaggy roots 
 Fringe the rough brink with wreathed (hoots, 
 Th' unwilling -Genius flies forlorn, 
 His primrofe chaplet rudely torn. 
 With hollow fhriek the Nymphs forfake 
 The pathlefs copfe, and hedge-row brake : 
 Where the delv'd mountain's headlong fide 
 Its chalky entrails opens wide, 
 On the green fummit, ambum'd high, 
 No longer Echo loves to lie. 
 
 No pearl-crown'd Maids, with wily look, 
 
 Rife beckoning from the reedy brook. 
 
 Around the glow-worm's glimmering bank, 
 
 No Fairies run in fiery rank j 
 
 Nor brufli, half-feen, in airy tread, 
 
 The violet's unprinted head. 
 
 But Fancy, from the thickets brown, 
 glades that wear a confcious frown f
 
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 The foreft-oaks, that pale and lone, 
 Nod to the blafl with hoarfer tone, 
 Rough glens, and fullen waterfalls, 
 Her bright ideal offspring calls. 
 
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 So by fome fage inchanter's fpell, 
 (As old Arabian fablers tell) 
 Amid the folitary wild, 
 Luxuriant gardens gaily fmil'd : 
 From fapphire rocks the fountains flreanVd, 
 With golden fruit the branches beam'd ; 
 Fair forms, in every wonderous wood, 
 Or lightly tripp'd, or folemn flood ; 
 And oft, retreating from the view, 
 Betray'd, at diilance, beauties new : 
 While gleaming o'er the crifped bowers 
 Rich fpires arofe, and fparkling towers. 
 If bound on fervice new to go, 
 The mailer of the magic mow,
 
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 His tranfitory charm withdrew. 
 Away th' illufive landscape flew : 
 Dun clouds obfcur'd the groves of gold, 
 Blue lightning fmote the blooming mold : 
 In vifionary glory rear'd, 
 The gorgeous caflle difappear'd : 
 
 And a bare heath's unfruitful plain 
 Ufurp'd the wifard's proud domain. 
 
 rid or,; Ji 
 
 ijhr-.^t 4 fto I)
 
 ODE VIII. 
 
 THE 
 
 COMPLAINT of CHERWELL.* 
 
 I. 
 
 ./\L L peniive from her oiler-woven bow'r 
 CHERWELL arofe. Around her darkening edge 
 Pale eve began the learning mift to pour, 
 And breezes fann'd by fits the milling fedge : 
 She rofe, and thus ihe cried in deep defpahy 
 
 \nd tore the ruihy wreath that b'ound her ftream- 
 ing hair. 
 
 II, 
 
 Ah ! why, ihe cried, ihould Is i s mare alone, 
 The tributary gifts of tuneful fame ! 
 Shall every fong her happier influence own, 
 And (lamp with partial praife her favorite name ? 
 
 * One of the Hirers at Oxford. 
 
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 While I, alike to thofe proud domes allied, 
 Nor hear the Mufe's call, nor boaft a claffic tide. 
 
 III. 
 
 No chofen fon of all yon fabling band 
 Bids my loofe locks their gloffy length diffufe ; 
 Nor fees my coral -cindtur'd ftole expand 
 Its folds, befprent with Spring's unnumber'dhues 
 No poet builds my grotto's dripping cell, 
 Nor ftuds my cryftal throne with many a 
 led fhell. 
 
 IV. 
 
 In I sis' vafe if Fancy's eye difcern 
 Majeflic. towers embofs'd in fculpture high j 
 Lo ! milder glories mark my modeft urn,. 
 The fimple fcenes of paftoral imagery : 
 What though me pace fublime, a ftately queen 
 
 ^j 
 
 Mine is the gentle grace, the meek retiring mien..
 
 v; 
 
 Proud Nymph, fince late the Mufe thy tri- 
 umphs fung, 
 No more with mine thy fcornful Naiads play, 
 
 (While Cynthia's lamp o'er the broad vale 
 
 is hung,) 
 Where meet our ftreams, indulging fhort delay: 
 
 ISfo more, thy crown to braid, thou deign'fl 
 
 to take 
 ly crefs-born flowers that float in many a* fhady 
 
 lake. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Vain bards ! can Is is win the raptur'd foul, 
 Where Art each wilder watery charm invades ? 
 Whofe waves, in meafur'd volumes taught to roll, 
 Or ftagnant deep, or rum in white cafcades : 
 Whofe banks with echoing induftry refound, 
 
 3enc'd by the foam-beat pier, and torrent-braving 
 mound, 
 
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 VII. 
 
 Lo ! here no commerce fpreads the fervent toil, 
 To pour pollution o'er my virgin tide ; 
 The freihnefs of my paflures to defile, 
 Or bruife the matted, groves that fringe my fide ; 
 But Solitude, on this fequefter'd bank, 
 Mid the moift lilies fits, attir'd in mantle dank. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 No ruder founds my grazing herds affright, 
 Nor mar the milk- maid's folitary fong : 
 
 The jealous halcyon wheels her humble flight, 
 
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 And hides her emerald wing my reeds among ; 
 
 All unalarm'd, fave when the genial May 
 
 Bids wake my peopled mores, and rears the ri- 
 pen'd hay. 
 
 IX 
 
 Then fcorn no more this unfrequented fcene; 
 So to new notes mall my coy Echo firing
 
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 Her lonely harp. Hither the brow ferene, 
 And the flow pace of Contemplation bring : 
 Nor call in vain infpiring Ecftafy 
 To bid her vifions meet the frenzy-rolling eye. 
 
 X. 
 
 ' 
 Whate'er the theme : if unrequited love 
 
 'Seek, all unfeen, his bafhful griefs' to breathe ; 
 ' Or Fame to bolder flights the bofom move, 
 Waving aloft the glorious epic wreath ; 
 Here hail the Mufes : from the bufy throng 
 
 Remote, where Fancy dwells, and Nature prompts 
 
 , 
 the fong. 
 
 
 
 .
 
 ADVERTISEMENT. 
 
 KING RICHARD the firft, celebrated for his achievements ia 
 the crufadcs, was no lefs diftinguifhed for his patronage of the 
 -Provencial minftrels, and his own compofitions in their fpecies 
 of poetry. Returning from one of his expeditions in the holy 
 land, in difguife, he was imprifoned in a caflle of Leopold 
 duke of Auftria. His favorite minftrel, Blondel de Nefle, hav- 
 ing traverfed all Germany in fearch of his mafter, at length 
 came to ,a caftle in which he found there was only one prifoner, 
 and whofe name was imknown. Sufpefting that he had made 
 the defired difcovery, he feated himfelf under a window of the 
 prifoner's apartment ; and began a fong, or ode, which the 
 king and himfelf had formerly compofed together. When the 
 prifoner, who was king Richard, heard the fong, he knew that 
 Blondel muft be the finger : and when Blondel paufed about 
 the middle, the king began the remainder, and completed it. 
 The following ode is fuppofed to be this joint compofition of 
 the minftrel and king Richard.
 
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 ODE IX. 
 
 THE CRUSADE. 
 
 BOUND for holy Pakftine, 
 Nimbly we brufh'd the level brine, 
 All in azure fteel array'd ; 
 O'er the wave our weapons play'd, 
 And made the dancing billows glow; 
 High upon the trophied prow r 
 Many a warrior - minflrel fwung 
 His founding harp, and boldly fung r 
 
 ' Syrian virgins, wail and weep, 
 " Englifh Richard ploughs the deep! 
 " Tremble, watchmen, as ye fpy, 
 " From diftant towers, with anxious eye n 
 " The radiant range of fhield and lance 
 *" Down Damafcus' hills advance : 
 " From Sion's turrets as afar 
 " Ye ken the, March of Europe's wart
 
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 " Saladin, ,thou paynjm king 
 " From Albion's ifle revenge we bring ! 
 " On Aeon's * fpiry citadel, 
 " Though to the gale thy. banners fwell, 
 **< Piclur'd with the .filver moon ; 
 " England mall end thy glory foon ! 
 *' In vain, to break our firm array, 
 " Thy brazen drums hoarfe difcord bray : 
 " Thofe founds our rifing fury fan : 
 
 ** Englifh Richard in the van. 
 
 \nlti:. - ior. 
 <c On to victory we go, 
 
 * c A vaunting infidel the foe." 
 
 Blondel led the tuneful band, 
 And fwept the wire with glowing hand. 
 Cyprus, from her rocky mound, 
 And Crete, with piny verdure crown'd, 
 tar along the fmiling.main 
 Echoed the prophetic ftrain. 
 
 * A capital chriftian city and fortrefs of Syria.
 
 Soon we kifs'd the facred earth 
 That gave a murther'd Saviour birth : 
 Then with ardour frefh endu'd, 
 Thus the folemn fong renew'd. 
 
 :c Lo, the toilfome voyage paft, 
 " Heaven's favour'd hills appear at laft ! 
 ' Objecl: of our holy vow, 
 :<< We tread the Tyrian vallies now. 
 ' From Carmel's almond-fhaded fteep 
 ' We feel the cheering fragrance creep ; 
 ' O'er Engaddi's fhrubs of balm 
 ; Waves the date-empurpled palm, 
 : See, Lebanon's afpiring head 
 : Wide his immortal umbrage fpread ! 
 Hail Calvary, thou mountain hoar, 
 Wet with our Redeemer's gore ! 
 ' Ye trampled tombs, ye fanes forlorn, 
 ' Ye ftones, by tears of pilgrims worn ; 
 ' Your ravifh'd honours to reftore, 
 ' Fcarlefs we climb this.hoftile more ! 
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 " And thou, the fepulchre of god ! 
 
 " By mocking pagans rudely trod, 
 
 " Bereft of every aweful rite, 
 
 " And quench'd thy lamps that beam'd fo bright ; 
 
 " For thee, from Britain's diftant coaft, 
 
 " Lo, Rkhard leads his faithful hoft ! 
 
 " Aloft in his heroic hand, 
 
 " Blazing, like the beacon's brand, 
 
 " O'er the far-affrighted fields, 
 
 " Refiftlefs Kaliburn he wields*. 
 
 " Proud Saracen, pollute no more 
 
 " The mrines by martyrs built of yore ! 
 
 " From each wild mountain's tracklefs crown 
 
 " In vain, thy gloomy caftles frown : 
 
 " Thy battering engines, huge and high, 
 
 " In vain our fleel-clad fteeds 
 
 * Kaliburn is the fword of King Arthur : which, as the monkifh hid 
 torians fay, came into the pofleflion of Richard the firft ; and was given 
 by that monarch, in the cmfades, to Tancred king of Sicily, as a royal 
 prefent of ineftimable price, about the year 1 1 90. See the following <
 
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 ** And, rolling in terrific ftate, 
 
 On giant-wheels harfh thunders grate. 
 " When eve has hu(h'd the buzzing camp, 
 " Amid the moon-light vapours damp, 
 " Thy necromantic forms, in vain, 
 " Haunt us on the tented plain : 
 " We bid thofe fpedtre-fhapes avaunt, 
 '* Afhtaroth, and Termagaunt ! 
 " With many a demon, pale of hue, 
 " Doom'd to drink the bitter dew
 
 .' . 
 ADVERTISEMENT. 
 
 KING HENRY the fecond, having undertaken an expedition into 
 Ireland, to fupprefs a rebellion raifed by Roderick king of Cfcnnaught, 
 commonly called O Connor Dun, or the brown monarch of Ireland, was 
 entertained, in his paffage through Wales, with the fongs of the Welfh 
 Bards. The fubjeft of their poetry was king Arthur, whofe hiftory had 
 been fo difguifed by fabulous inventions, that the place of his burial was 
 in general fcarcely known or remembered. But in one cf thefe Welfh 
 poems fung before Hemy, it was recited, that king Arthur, after the 
 battle of Camlan in Cornwall, was interred at Glaftonbary abbey, before 
 the high altar, yet without any external mark or memorial. Afterwards 
 Henry vifited the abbey, and commanded the fpot, defcribed by the 
 Bard, to be opened : when digging near twenty feet deep, they found 
 the body, depofited under a large ftone, infcribed with Arthur's name. 
 This is the ground-work of the following Ode : but for the better ac- 
 commodation of the ftory to our prefent purpofe, it is told with forne 
 flight variations from the Chronicle of Glaftonbury. The caftle of Cil- 
 garran, where this difcovcry is -fuppofed to have been made, now a ro- 
 mantic ruin, ftands on a rock defcending to the river Teivi in Pembroke- 
 fhire : and was built by Roger Montgomery, who led the van of the 
 Normans at Haftings.
 
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 I ODE X. 
 
 \ THE GRAVE OF KING ARTHUR. 
 
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 STATELY the feaft, and high the cheer: 
 Girt with many an armed peer, 
 And canopied with golden pdl, 
 Amid CILGARRAN'S cattle hall, 
 Sublime in formidable ftate, 
 knd warlike fplendour, Henry fate ; 
 prepar'd to ftain the briny flood 
 3f Shannon's lakes with rebel blood. 
 Illumining the vaulted roof, 
 
 \ thoufand torches flam'd aloof: 
 
 ?rom mafTy cups, with golden gleam 
 
 Sparkled the red metheglin's ftream : 
 
 To grace the gorgeous feftival, 
 
 Along the lofty-window'd hall, 
 
 The ftoried tapeftry was hung : 
 
 With minflrelfy the rafters rung
 
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 Of harps, that with refleded light 
 From the proud gallery glitter'd bright : 
 While gifted bards, a rival throng, 
 (From diftant Mona, nurfe of fong, 
 From Teivi, fring'd with umbrage brown, 
 From Elvy's vale, and Cader's crown, 
 From many a fliaggy precipice 
 That (hades lerne's hoarfe abyfs, 
 And many a funlefs folitude 
 Of Radnor's inmoft mountains rude,) 
 To crown the banquet's folemn clofe, 
 Themes of Britim glory chofe ; 
 And to the firings of various chime 
 Attemper'd thus the fabling rime, 
 
 " O'er Cornwall's cliffs the tempeft roar'd, 
 *' High the fcreaming iea-mew foar'd -> 
 " On Tintaggel's * topmoil tower 
 " Darkfom fell the fleety fhower j 
 
 * Tintaggel, or Tintadgel caftle, where king Arthur is faid to hav 
 been born, and to have chiefly refided. Some of its huge fragments fti 
 remain, on a rocky peninfular cape, of a prodigious declivity towarc 
 the fea, and alraoft inacceflible from the land fide, on the fouthern coai 
 of Cornwall,
 
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 * Round the rough caftle fhrilly fung 
 
 c The whirling blaft, and wildly flung 
 ' On each tall rampart's thundering fide 
 " The furges of the tumbling tide : 
 
 When Arthur rang'd his red-crofs ranks 
 On confcious Camlan's crimfon'd banks : 
 
 By Mordred's faithlefs guile decreed 
 
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 Beneath a Saxon fpear to bleed ! 
 
 Yet in vain a paynim foe 
 Arm'd with fate the mighty blow; 
 For when he fell, an elfin queen, 
 All in fecret, and unfeen, 
 O'er the fainting hero thew 
 Her mantle of ambrofial blue ; 
 And bade her fpirits bear him far, 
 In Merlin's agate-axled car, 
 To her green ifle's enamel'd fteep, 
 ' Far in the navel of the deep. 
 11 O'er his wounds me fprinkled dew 
 :* From flowers that in Arabia grew:
 
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 " On a rich inchanted bed, 
 " She pillow'd his majeftic head - f 
 " O'er his brow, with whifpers bland, 
 " Thrice me wav'd an opiate wand ; 
 " And to foft mufic's airy found, 
 " Her magic curtains clos'd around. 
 " There, renew' d the vital fpring, 
 " Again he reigns a mighty king ; 
 *' And many a fair and fragrant clime, 
 " Blooming in immortal prime, 
 *' By gales of Eden ever fann'd, 
 *' Owns the monarch's high command : 
 *' Thence to Britain mall return, 
 " (If right prophetic rolls I learn) 
 " Borne on Victory's fpreading plume, 
 *' His antient fceptre to refume ; 
 " Once more, in old heroic pride, 
 " His barbed courfer to beftride ; 
 " His knightly table to reflore, 
 ' And the brave tournaments of yore."
 
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 They ceas'd : when on the tuneful ftage 
 Ad vane 'd a bard, of afpecl fage - y 
 His filver trefles, thin befprent,- 
 To age a graceful reverence lent ; 
 His beard, all white as fpangles frore 
 That cloath Plinlimmon's forefls hoar, 
 Down to his harp defcending flow'd - } 
 With Time's faint rofe his features glow'd 5 
 His eyes difFus'd a foften'd fire, 
 And thus he wak'd the warbling wire. 
 
 " Liften, Henry, to my read ! 
 
 Not from fairy realms I lead 
 
 Bright-rob'd Tradition, to relate 
 
 In forged colours Arthur's fate ; 
 E Though much of old romantic lore 
 
 On the high theme I keep in flore ; 
 
 But boaftful Fiftion fhould be dumb, 
 
 Where Truth the ftrain might befl become, 
 
 If thine ear may ftill be won 
 
 With fongs of Uther's glorious fon ; 
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 " Henryy I a tale unfold, 
 < Never yet in rime enroll'd, 
 Nor fung nor harp'd in hall or bower > 
 Which in my youth's full early flower, 
 A minftrel, fprung of Cornifh line, 
 Who fpoke of kings from old Locrine, 
 Taught me to chant, one vernal dawn, 
 " Deep in a cliff-encircled lawn, 
 " What time the gliftening vapours fled 
 " From cloud-envelop'd Clyder's * head ; 
 And on its fides the torrents gray 
 " Shone to the morning's orient ray. 
 
 When Arthur bow'd his haughty creft r 
 No princefs, veil'd in azure veil, 
 Snatch'd him, by Merlin's potent fpell, 
 " In groves of golden blifs to dwell ; 
 " Where, crown'd with wreaths of mifletoe^ 
 c< Slaughter'd kings in glory go : 
 
 * Or Glyder, a monntaln in Caernarvonlhire*
 
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 ** But when he fell, with winged fpeed, 
 
 *' His champions, on a milk-white fteed, 
 
 *' From the battle's hurricane, 
 
 " Bore him to Jofeph's towered fane, 
 
 <( In the fair vale of Avalon -f- : 
 
 " There, with chanted orifon, 
 
 *' And the long blaze of tapers clear, 
 
 * The ftoled fathers met the bier; 
 
 " Through the dim iles, in order dread 
 
 *' Of martial woe, the chief they led, 
 
 *' And deep intomb'd in holy ground, 
 
 " Before the altar's folemn bound. 
 
 " Around no dufky banners wave, 
 
 *' No mouldering trophies mark the grave : 
 
 " Away the ruthlefs Dane has torn 
 
 " Each trace that Time's flow touch had worn ; 
 
 " And long, o'er the neglected ftone, 
 
 " Oblivion's veil its made has thrown : 
 
 + Glaftonbury abbey, faid to be founded by Jofeph of Arimathea ; in 
 a fpot, antieotly called the ifland, or valley, of Avalonia. 
 
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 " The faded tomb, with honour due, 
 
 " "Tis thine, O Henry, to renew I 
 
 " Thither, when Conqueft has reftor'd 
 
 " Yon recreant ifle, and {heath'd the fword, 
 
 " When peace with palm has crown'd thy brows, 
 
 " Hafte thee, to pay thy pilgrim vows. 
 
 " There, obfervant of my lore, 
 
 " The pavement's hallo w'd depth explore ; 
 
 " And thrice a fathom underneath 
 
 Dive into the vaults of death. 
 4t There mall -thine eye, with wild amaze, 
 " On his gigantic ftature gaze 5 
 " There malt thou find the monarch laid, 
 " All in warrior- weeds array'd - f 
 " Wearing in death his helmet-crown, 
 " And weapons huge of old renown. 
 " Martial prince, 'tis thine to fave 
 " From dark oblivion Arthur's grave ! 
 " So may thy mips fecurely ftem 
 * c The wefte.rn frith : thy diaden*
 
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 Shine victorious in the van, 
 Nor heed the flings of Ulfter's clan : 
 Thy Norman pike-men win their way 
 Up the dun rocks of Harald's bay*: 
 And from the fteeps of rough Kildare 
 Thy prancing hoofs the falcon fcare : 
 So may thy bow's unerring yew 
 fts fhafts in Roderick's heart imbrew }-." 
 Amid the pealing fymphony 
 ic fpiced goblets mantled high ; 
 r ith paffions new the fong imprefs'd 
 be liftening king's impatient breaft : 
 am the keen lightnings from his eyes 5 
 e fcorns awhile his bold emprife ; 
 v'n now he feems, with eager pace, 
 'he confecrated floor to trace 
 
 * The bay of Dublin. Harald, or Har-fager, The Fair-haired, king 
 Norway, is faid, in the Life of Gryffudh ap Conan, prince of North 
 'ales, to have conquered Ireland, and to have founded Dublin. 
 
 i Henry is fuppofed to have fucceedcd in this enterpife, chiefly by the 
 e of the long-bow, with which the Irilh were entirely unacquainted.
 
 And ope, from its tremendous gloom, 
 The treafure of the wonderous tomb : 
 Ev'n now, he burns in thought to rear, 
 From its dark bed, the ponderous fpear, 
 Rough with the gore of Pi&ifh kings : 
 Ev'n now fond hope his fancy wings, 
 To poife the monarch's mafTy blade, 
 Of magic-temper'd metal made ; 
 And drag to day the dinted fhield 
 That felt the ftorm of Camlan's field. 
 O'er the fepulchre profound 
 Ev'n now, with arching fculpture crown 'd, 
 He plans the chantry's choral fhrine, 
 The daily dirge, and rites divine,
 
 SONNETS.
 
 SONNET I. 
 
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 WRITTEN AT WINSLADE IN HAMPSHIRE. 
 
 Winflade, thy bcech-capt hills, with waving grain 
 Mantled, thy chequer'd views of wood and lawn, 
 Whilom could charm, or when the gradual dawn 
 Gan the grey mift with orient purple (lain, 
 Or Evening glimmer'd o'er the folded train : 
 Her faireil landfkips whence my Mufe has drawn, 
 Too free with fervile courtly phrafe to fawn, 
 i Too weak to try the buikin's /lately flrain : 
 Yet now no more thy Hopes of beech and corn, 
 Nor views invite, fmce He far diflant ftrays, 
 With whom I trac'd their fweets at eve and morn. 
 From Albion far, to cull Hefparian bays ; 
 In this alone they pleafe, howe'er forlorn, 
 That ftill they can recal thofe happier days. 

 
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 SONNET II. 
 
 ON BATHING. 
 
 When late the trees were ftript by winter pale, 
 Young Health, a dryad-maid in veflure green, 
 Or like the foreft's filver-quiver'd queen, 
 On airy uplands met the piercing gale ; 
 And, ere it's earlieft echo fhook the vale, 
 Watching the hunter's joyous horn was feen. 
 But fince, gay-thron'd in fiery chariot meen, 
 Summer has fmote each daify-dappled dale -, 
 She to the cave retires, high-arch'd beneath 
 The fount that laves proud Ifis' towery brim : 
 And now, all glad the temperate air to breath, 
 \Vhile cooling drops diilil from arches dim, 
 Binding her dewy locks with fedgy wreath, 
 She fits amid the quire of Naiads trim.
 
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 SONNET III. 
 
 WRITTEN IN A BLANK LEAF OF DUGDALE'S 
 MONASTICON. 
 
 Deem not, devoid of elegance, the Sage, 
 
 By Fancy's genuine feelings unbeguil'd, 
 
 jOf painful pedantry the poring child ; 
 
 Who turns, of thefe proud domes, th' hifloric page, 
 
 Now funk by Time, and Henry's fiercer rage. 
 
 Think'fl thou the warbling Mufes never frmTd 
 
 On his lone hours ? Ingenuous views engage 
 
 His thoughts, on themes, unclaflic falfely ftil'd, 
 
 jlntent. While cloifter'd Piety difplays 
 
 Her mouldering roll, the piercing eye explores 
 
 New manners, and the pomp of elder days, 
 
 Whence culls the penfive bard his pi&ur'd flores. 
 
 Nor rough, nor barren, are the winding ways 
 
 Of hoar Antiquity, but ftrown with 'flowers. 
 
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 SONNET IV. 
 
 WRITTEN AT STONEHENGE. 
 
 Thou nobleft "monument of Albion's ifle ! 
 Whether by Merlin's aid from Scythia's fhore, 
 To Amber's fatal plain Pendragon bore, 
 Huge frame of giant-hands, the mighty pile, 
 
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 T' entomb his Britons flain by Hengift's guile * : 
 -Or Druid priefts, fprinkled with human gore, 
 Taught mid thy mafly maze their myftic lore : 
 Or Danifh chiefs, enrich'd with favage fpoil, 
 To Vi&ory's idol vafl, an unhewn fhrine, 
 Rear'd the rude heap : or, in thy hallow'd round, 
 Repofe the kings of Brutus' genuine line ; 
 Or here thofe kings in folemn flate were crown'd : 
 Studious to trace thy wond'rous origine, 
 We mufe on many an antient tale renown'd. 
 
 * One of Bardilh traditions about Stonehenge.
 
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 SONNET V. 
 
 WRITTEN AFTER SEEING WILTON-HOUSZ. 
 
 Vom Pembroke's princely dome, where mimic Art 
 )ecks v/ith a magic hand the dazzling bow'rs, 
 ts t living hues where the warm pencil pours, 
 breathing forms from the rude marble ftart, 
 to life's humbler fcene can I depart ? . 
 /Ty breaft all glowing from thofe gorgeous tow'rs, 
 in my low cell how cheat the fullen hours ! 
 
 am 
 
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 the complaint : for FANCY can impart 
 To Fate fuperior, and to Fortune's doom) 
 Vhate'er adorns the ftately-ftoried hall : 
 he, mid the dungeon's folitary gloom, 
 'an drefs the Graces in their Attic pall : 
 id the green landfkip's vernal beauty bloom : 
 .nd in bright trophies cloath the twilight wall.
 
 SONNET VI. 
 
 To MR. GRAY. 
 
 Not that her blooms are mark'd with beauty's hi 
 My ruflic Mufe her votive chaplet brings ; 
 Unfeen, unheard, O GRAX, to thee me fings ! 
 While flowly-pacing through the churchyard d 
 At curfeu-time, beneath the dark-green yew, 
 Thy peniive genius ftrikes the moral firings $ 
 Or borne fublime on Infpiration's wings, 
 Hears Cambria's bards devote the dreadful clue 
 Of Edward's race, with murthers foul defil'd : 
 Can aught my pipe to reach thine ear eiTay ? 
 No, bard divine ! For many a care beguil'd 
 By the fweet magic of thy foo thing lay, 
 For many a raptur'd thought, and vifion wild, 
 To thee this ftrain of gratitude I pay.
 
 SONNET VII. 
 
 While fummer-funs o'er the gay profpecl: play'd, 
 Thro' Surry's verdant fcenes, where Epfom fpreads 
 Mid intermingling elms her flowery meads, 
 And Hafcombe's hill, in towering groves array 'd, 
 Rear'd its romantic fteep, with mind ferene 
 I journied blythe. Full penfive I return'dj 
 iFor now my breaft with hopelefs paffion burn'd, 
 Wet with hoar mifts appear'd the gaudy fcene 
 Which late in carelefs indolence I paft ; 
 And Autumn all around thofe hues had cafl 
 Where paft delight my recent grief might trace. 
 Sad change, that Nature a congenial gloom 
 Should wear, when moft, my cheerlefs mood to chafe, 
 I wifh'd her green attire, and wonted bloom !
 
 SONNET VIII. 
 
 ON KING ARTHUR'S ROUND TABLE 
 AT WINCHESTER. 
 
 Where Venta's Norman caftle flill appears 
 Its rafter'd hall, that o'er the grafly fofs, 
 And fcatter'd flinty fragments clad in mofs, 
 On yonder fteep in naked ftate appears ; 
 High-hung remains, the pride of warlike years, 
 Old Arthur's Board : on the capacious round 
 Some Britim pen has iketch'd the names renown 
 In marks obfcure, of his immortal peers. 
 Though join'd by magic {kill, with many a rim* 
 The Druid frame, unhonour'd, falls a prey 
 To the flow vengeance of the wifard Time, 
 And fade the Britim characters away; 
 Yet Spencer's page, that chants in verfe fublim< 
 Thofe Chiefs, fhall live, unconfcious of decay
 
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 SONNET IX. 
 TO THE RlVER LODON. 
 
 Ah ! what a weary race my feet have run, 
 Since firft I trod thy banks with alders crowned, 
 And thought my way was all thro' fairy ground* 
 ^Beneath thy azure fky, and golden fun : 
 Where firfl my Mufe to lifp her notes begun ! 
 While penfive Memory traces back the round, 
 Which fills the varied interval between ; 
 Much pleafure, more of forrow, marks the fcerie. 
 Sweet native ftream ! thofe Ikies and funs fo pure 
 No more return, to cheer my evening road ! 
 Yet ftill one joy remains, that not obfcure, 
 Nor ufelefs, all my vacant days have flow'd, 
 From youth's gay dawn to manhood's prime ftiaturej 
 Nor with the Mufe's laurel unbeftow'd.

 
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 THE 
 
 PLEASURES OF MELANCHOLY, 
 
 1VL OTHER of mufmgs, Contemplation fage, 
 Whofe grotto ftands upon the topmoft rock 
 Of Teneriff ; 'mid the tempeftuous night,. 
 Oh which, in calmeft meditation held, 
 Thou hear'ft with howling winds the beating rain 
 And drifting hail defcend ; or if the fkies 
 Unclouded mine, and thro' the blue ferene 
 ^ale Cynthia rolls her filver-axled car, 
 Whence gazing ftedfaft on the fpangled vault 
 laptur'd thou fit'ft, while murmura indiftinft 
 )f diftant billows footh thy peniive ear 
 Vith hoarfe and hollow founds -, fecure, felf-bleft, 
 There oft thou liften'ft to the wild uproar 
 )f fleets encount'ring, that in whifpers low 
 k.fcends the rocky fummit, where thou dweirft 
 Lemqte from man, converfing with the fpheres ! 

 
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 O lead me, queen fublime, to folemn glooms 
 Congenial with my foul ; to cheerlefs ihades, 
 To ruin'd feats, to twilight cells and bow'rs, 
 Where thoughtful Melancholy loves to mufe, 
 Her fav'rite midnight haunts. The laughing fcenes 
 Of purple Spring, where all the wanton train 
 Of Smiles and Graces feem to lead the dance 
 In fportive round, while from their hands they Ihow't 
 Ambrofial blooms and flow'rs, no longer charm i 
 Tempe, no more I court thy balmy breeze, 
 Adieu green vales ! ye broider'd meads, adieu ! 
 
 Beneath yon' ruin'd abbey's mofs -grown piles 
 Oft let me fit, at twilight hour of eve, 
 Where thro' fome weftern window the pale moon 
 Pours her long-kvell'd rule of ftreaming light ; 
 While fallen facred filence reigns around, 
 Save the lone fcreech-owl's note, who builds his bow' 
 Amid the mould'ring caverns dark and damp, 
 Or the calm breeze, that nifties in the leaves
 
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 Of flaunting ivy, that with mantle green 
 Invefts fome wafted tow'r. Or let me tread 
 Its neighboring walk of pines, where mus'd of old 
 The cloyfter'd brothers : thro' the gloomy void 
 iThat far extends beneath their ample arch 
 i As on I pace, religious horror wraps 
 My foul in dread repofe. But when the world 
 Is clad in Midnight's raven-colour'd robe, 
 'Mid hollow charnel let me watch the flame 
 ! Of taper dim, fhedding a livid glare 
 O'er the wan heaps ; while airy voices talk 
 
 Along the glimm'ring walls ; or ghoftly fhape 
 
 _ 
 I At diftance feen, invites with beck'ning hand 
 
 i My lonefome fteps, thro' the far-winding vaults. 
 Nor undelightful is the folemn noon 
 Of night, when haply wakeful from my couch 
 I ftart : lo, all is motfonlefs around ! 
 Roars not the rufhing wind ; the fons of men 
 And every beaft in mute oblivion lie;. 
 All nature's hufh'd in filence and in fleep.
 
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 then how fearful is it to reflecl, 
 
 That thro' the ilill globe's awful folitude, 
 No being wakes but me ! 'till ftealing fleep 
 My drooping temples bathes in opiate dews. 
 Nor then let dreams, of wanton folly born, 
 My fenfes lead thro' flow'ry paths of joy; 
 But let the facred Genius of the night 
 Such myflic vifions fend, as Spenfer faw, 
 When thro' bewild'ring Fancy's magic maze, 
 To the fell houfe of Bufyra,ne, he led 
 Th' unshaken Britomart -, or Milton knew, 
 When in abftracted thought he firft conceiv'd 
 All heav'n in tumult, and the Seraphim 
 Come tow'ring, arm'd in adamant and gold. 
 
 Let others love foft Summer's ev'ning fmiles, 
 1 As lift'ning to the diftant water-fall, 
 They mark the blufhes of the ftreaky weft ; 
 
 1 choofe the pale December's foggy glooms. 
 Then, when the fullen ihades of ev'ning clofe x
 
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 Where thro' the room a blindly-glimm'ring gleam 
 
 Thy dying embers fcatter, far remote 
 
 From Mirth's mad fhouts, that thro* th' illumin'd roof 
 
 Refound with feftive echo, let me fit, 
 
 Bleft with the lowly cricket's drowfy dirge. 
 
 Then let ray thought contemplative explore 
 
 This fleeting fiate of things, the vain delights, 
 
 The fruitlefs toils, that ftill our fearch elude, 
 
 &s thro' the wildernefs of life we rove. 
 
 Phis fober hour of filence will unmade 
 
 Falfe Folly's fmile, that like the dazzling fpells 
 
 Df wily Comus cheat th' unweeting eye 
 
 With blear illufiom, and perfuade to drink 
 
 That charmed cup, which Reafon's mintage fair 
 
 Jnmoulds, and ilamps the monfter on the man, 
 
 iager we taftei but in the luicious draught 
 
 forget the poifonous dregs that lurk beneath. 
 
 Few know that elegance of foul refin'd, 
 foft fenfation feels a quicker joy
 
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 From Melancholy's fcenes, than the dull pride 
 Of taftelefs fplendor and magnificence 
 Can e'er afford. Thus Eloife, whofe mind 
 Had languim'd to the pangs of melting love, 
 More genuine tranfport found, as on fome tomb 
 Reclin'd, me watch'd the tapers of the dead ; 
 Or thro* the pillar'd iles, amid pale fhrines 
 Of imag'd faints, and intermingled graves, 
 Mus'd a veil'd votarefs j than Flavia feels, 
 As thro' the mazes of the feftive ball 
 Proud of her conquering charms, and beauty's blaze 
 She floats amid the filken fons of drefs, 
 And mines the faireft of th' affembled fair. 
 
 When azure noon-tide chears the daedal globe, 
 And the bleft regent of the golden day 
 Rejoices in his bright meridian bow'r, 
 How oft my wimes afk the night's return, 
 That beft befriends the melancholy mind ! 
 Hail, facred Night! thou too ftalt fhare my fong!
 
 Sifter of ebon-fcepter'd Hecat, hail ! 
 Whether in congregated clouds thou wrap'ft 
 Thy viewlefs chariot, or with iilver crown 
 Thy beaming head encirclefl, ever hail ! 
 What tho' beneath thy gloom the forcerefs-train, 
 Far in obfcured haunt of Lapland moors, 
 With rhymes uncouth the bloody cauldron blefs 
 Tho' Murder wan, beneath thy fhrouding (hade 
 Summons her flow-ey'd vot'ries to devife 
 Of fecret flaughter, while by one blue lamp 
 In hideous conf rence fits the lifl'ning band, 
 And ftart at each low wind, or wakeful found : 
 What tho' thy flay the pilgrim curfeth oft, 
 As all benighted in Arabian wafles 
 He hears the wildernefs around him howl 
 With roaming monfters, while on his hoar heatf 
 
 The black-defcending tempeft ceafelefs beats 5 
 
 ' 
 Yet more delightful to my penfive mind 
 
 Is thy return, than blooming morn's approach, 
 Ev'n then, in youthful pride of opening May, 
 R
 
 When from the portals of the faffron eafl 
 
 She iheds fre/h rofes, and ambrofial dews, 
 
 Yet not ungrateful is the morn's approach 
 
 When dropping wet m.e comes, and clad in clouds, 
 
 While thro' the damp air fcowls the louring fouth, 
 
 Blackening the landfcape's face, that grove and hill 
 
 In formlefs vapours undiftinguifli'd fwim : 
 
 Th' afflicted fongilers of the fadden'd groves 
 
 Hail not the fullen gloomy the waving elms 
 
 That hoar thro' time, and rang'd in thick array, 
 
 Enclofe with ftately row fame rural hall, 
 
 Are mute, nor echo with the clamors hoarfe 
 
 Of rooks rejoicing on their airy boughs ; 
 
 While to the fried the dripping poultry crowd, 
 
 A mournful train : fecure the village-hind 
 
 Hangs o'er the crackling blaze, nor tempts the ftormj 
 
 Fix'd in th' unfinilh'd furrow refts the plough : 
 
 Rings not the high wood with enliven'd fhouts 
 
 Of early hunter : all is filence drear ; 
 
 And deepeft fadnefs wraps the face of things.
 
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 Thro* POPE'S foft fong tho' all the Graces breathe, 
 And happiefl art adorn his Attic page ; 
 Yet does my mind with fweeter tranfport glow, 
 As at the root of mofly trunk reeling, 
 In magic SPENSER'S wildly- warbled fong 
 I fee deferted Una wander wide 
 Thro' wafteful folitudes, and lurid heaths, 
 Weary, forlorn; than when the * fated fair, 
 Upon the bofom bright of filver Thames, 
 Launches in all the luftre of brocade, 
 Amid the fplendors of the laughing Sun. 
 The gay defcription palls upon the fenfe, 
 ; And coldly ftrikes the mind with feeble blifs. 
 
 Ye youths of Albion's beauty-blooming ifle, 
 iVhofe brows have worn the wreath of lucklefs love, 
 ! '* there a pleafure like the penfive mood, 
 
 * Belinda. See Rape of the Lock. , 
 
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 Whofe magic wont to footh your foften'd fouls ? 
 
 O tell how rapturous the joy, to melt 
 
 To Melody's affuafive voice; to bend 
 
 Th' uncertain ftep along the midnight mead, 
 
 And pour your forrows to the pitying moon, 
 
 By many a flow trill from the bird of woe 
 
 Oft interrupted ; in embow'ring woods 
 
 By darkfome brook to mufe, and there forget 
 
 The folemn dulnefs of the tedious world, 
 
 While Fancy grafps the vifionary fair : 
 
 And now. no more the abftra&ed ear attends 
 
 The water's murm'ring lapfe, th' entranced eye 
 
 Pierces no longer thro' th' extended rows 
 
 Of thick-rang'd trees ; 'till haply from the depth 
 
 The woodman's ftroke, or diftant tinkling team, 
 
 Or heifers ruftling thro' the brake alarms 
 
 Th' illuded fenfe, and mars the golden dream. 
 
 Thefe are delights that abfence drear has made 
 
 Familiar to my foul, e'er fmce the form
 
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 )f young Sapphira, beauteous as the Spring, 
 When from her vi'let-woven couch awak'd 
 3y frolic Zephyr's hand, her tender cheek 
 Jraceful me lifts, and bluming from her bow'r 
 flues to cloath in gladfome-glift'ring green 
 The genial globe, firft met my dazzled light : 
 Fhefe are delights unknown to minds profane, 
 \nd-which alone the penfive foul can tafte. 
 
 The taper'd choir, at the late hour of pray 'r, 
 pft let me tread, while to th' according voice 
 RThe many-founding organ peals on high, 
 [Che clear flow-dittied chaunt, or varied hymn, 
 Till all my foul is bath'd in ecilafies, 
 \nd lap'd in Paradife. Or let me fit 
 7 ar in fequefter'd iles of the deep dome, 
 There lonefome liften to the facred founds, 
 Which, as they lengthen thro* the Gothic vaults, 
 !n hollow murmurs reach my ravHh'd ear. 

 
 t 
 
 Nor when the lamps expiring yield to night, 
 And folitude returns, would I forfake 
 The folemn rnanfion, but attentive mark 
 The due clock Twinging flow with fweepy fway, 
 Meafuring Time's flight with momentary found, 
 
 Nor let me fail to cultivate my mind 
 With the foft thrillings of the tragic Mufe, 
 Divine Melpomene, fweet Pity's nurfe, 
 Queen of the ftately ftep, and flowing pall. 
 Now let Monimia mourn with flreaming eyes 
 Her joys incefluous, and polluted love : 
 Now let foft Juliet in the gaping tomb 
 Print the laft kifs on her true Romeo's lips, 
 His lips yet reeking from the deadly draught. 
 Or JafFeir kneel for one forgiving look! 
 Nor feldom let the Moor on Defdemone 
 Pour the mifguided threats of jealous rage. 
 By foft degrees the manly torrent fteals
 
 rom my fwoln eyes j and at a brother's woe 
 ly big heart melts in iympathizing tears. 
 
 What are the fplendors of the gaudy court, 
 s tinfel trappings, and its pageant pomps ? 
 o me far happier feems the bani&'d Lord 
 mid Siberia's unrejoycing wilds 
 
 o pines all lonefome, in the chambers hoar 
 f fome high caftle fhut, whofe windows dim 
 It diftant ken difcover tracklefs plains, 
 rhere Winter ever whirls his icy car; 
 hile flill repeated objects of his view, 
 pe gloomy battlements, and ivied ipires 
 fcat crown the folitary dome, arife ; 
 thile from the topmofl turret the flow clock, 
 i.r heard along th' inhofpitable wafles, 
 Vith fad-returning chime awakes new grief; 
 E''n he far happier feems than is the proud, 
 lie potent Satrap, whom he left behind
 
 [ 128 ] 
 
 'Mid Mbfcow's golden palaces, to drown 
 Jn eafe and luxury the laughing hours. 
 
 Illuftrious objects ftrike the gazer's mind 
 With feeble blifs, and but allure the fight, 
 Nor rouze with impulfe quick th' unfeeling heart. 
 Thus feen by fhepherd from Hymettus' brow, 
 What daedal landfcapes fmile ! here palmy groves, 
 Refounding once with Plato's voice, arife, 
 Amid whofe umbrage green her filver head 
 Th' unfading olive lifts ; here vine-clad hills 
 Lay forth their purple ftore, and funny vales 
 In profpeft vaft their level laps expand, 
 Amid whofe beauties glittering Athens tow'rs. 
 Tho' thro' the blifsful fcenes Iliffus roll 
 His fage-infpiring flood, whofe winding marge 
 The thick- wove laurel fhades ; tho' rofeate Mora 
 Pour all her fplendors on th' empurpled fcene j 
 Yet feels the hoary Hermit truer joys, 
 
 3 
 
 Vf
 
 As from the clifF that o'er his cavern hangs, 
 He views the piles of falFn Perfepolis 
 ri deep arrangement hide the darkfome plain, 
 Jnbounded wafte ! the mould'ring obelifc 
 iere, like a blafled oak, afcends the clouds ; 
 iere Parian domes their vaulted halls difclofe 
 iorrid with thorn, where lurks th' unpitying thief, 
 Vhence flits the twilight- loving bat at eve, 
 nd the deaf adder wreathes her fpotted train, 
 The dwellings once of elegance and art. 
 lere temples rife, amid whofe hallow 'd bounds 
 pires the black pine, while thro* the naked ftreet, 
 Ince haunt of tradeful merchants, fprings the grafs : 
 [ere columns heap'd on proftrate columns, torn 
 rom their firm bafe, encreafe the mould'ring mafs. 
 ar as the fight can pierce, appear the fpoils 
 >f funk magnificence ! a blended fcenfc 
 f moles, fanes, arches, domes, and palaces, 
 /here, with his brother Horror, Ruin fits, 
 S
 
 'I 
 
 O come then, Melancholy, queen of thought! 
 O come with faintly look, and ftedfaft ftep, 
 From forth thy cave embower'd with mournful yew, 
 Where ever to the curfeu's folemn found 
 Lift'ning thou fitt'ft, and with thy cyprefs bind 
 Thy votary's hair, and feal him for thy fon. 
 But never let Euphrofyne beguile 
 With toys of wanton mirth my fixed mind, 
 Nor in my path her primrofe-garland caft. 
 Tho' 'mid her train the .dimpled Hebe bare 
 Her rofy bofom to th' enamour'd view -, 
 Tho' Venus, mother of the Smiles and Loves, 
 And Bacchus, ivy-crown'd, in citron bow'r 
 With her on neftar- ft reaming fruitage feaft : 
 What tho' 'tis her's to cairn the low'ring ikies, 
 And at her prefence mild th' embattl'd clouds 
 Difperfe in air, and o'er the face of heav'n 
 New day diffufive gleam at her approach ; 
 Yet are thefejoys that Melancholy gives,
 
 [ '3' 1 
 
 Than all her witlefs revels happier far 5 
 
 Thefe deep-felt joys, by Contemplation taught. 
 
 Then ever, beauteous Contemplation, hail! 
 From thee began, aufpicious maid, my fong, 
 With thee mall end - y for thou art fairer far 
 Than are the nymphs of Cirrha's mofly grot^ 
 To loftier rapture thou canft wake the thought, 
 Than all the fabling Poet's boafted pow'rs. 
 Hail, queen divine ! whom, as tradition tells, 
 Once, in his ev'ning walk a Druid found, 
 Far in a hollow glade of Mona's woods ; 
 And piteous bore with hofpitable hand 
 To the clofe fhelter of his oaken bow'r. 
 There foon the fage admiring mark'd the dawn 
 Of folemn mufing in your penfive thought $ 
 For when a fmiling babe, you lov'd to lie 
 Oft deeply IhTning to the rapid roar 
 Of wood-hung Meinai, ftream of Druids old.
 
 [ '32 1 
 A PANEGYRIC ON OXFORD ALE. 
 
 ? : ''V'. ------ Mea nee Falernae 
 
 Temperant vites, neque Formiani 
 
 Pocula colles. He 
 
 JjALM of my cares, fweet folace of my toils. 
 Hail JUICE benignant 1 O'er the coilly cups 
 Of riot-ftirring wine, unwholefome draught, 
 Let Pride's loofe fons prolong the wafteful night j 
 My fober ev'ning let the tankard blefs, 
 With toafl embrown'd, and fragrant nutmeg fraught. 
 While the rich draught with oft-repeated whiffs 
 Tobacco mild improves. Divine repaft ! 
 Where no crude furfeit, or intemperate joys; 
 Of lawlefs Bacchus reign ; but o'er my foul 
 A calm Lethean creeps ; in drowfy trance 
 Each thought fubfides, and fweet oblivion wrap$ 
 My peaceful brain, as if the leaden rod 
 Of magic Morpheus, o'er mine eyes had ihed 
 Its opiate influence. What tho' fore ills 
 > Opprefs, dire want of chill- difpelling coals
 
 [ '33 1 
 
 )r cheerful candle (fave the make-weight's glean* 
 laply remaining) heart-rejoicing A;LE 
 heers the fad fcene, and every want fupplies* 
 
 Meantime, not mindlefs of the daily tafk 
 f Tutor fage, upon the learned leaves 
 'deep SMIGLECIUS much I meditate; 
 m'le ALE infpires, and' lends its kindred aid, 
 ic thought-perplexing labour to purfue, 
 veet Helicon of Logic ! But if friends 
 Dgenial call me from the toilfome page, 
 
 Pot-houfe I repair, the facred haunt, 
 here, ALE, thy votaries in full refort, 
 old rites no&urnal. In capacious chair 
 : monumental oak and antique mould, 
 lat long has flood the rage of conquering years 
 ] violate, (nor in more ample chair 
 boaks rofy Juflice, when th' important caufe, 
 Vhether of hen-roofl, or of mirthful rape, 
 I all the majefly of paunch he tries)
 
 r 134 3 
 
 Studious of eafe, and provident, I place 
 
 My gladfome limbs ; while in repeated round 
 
 Returns replenifh'd the fucceffive cup, 
 
 And the brifk fire confpires to genial joy : 
 
 While haply, to relieve the ling'ring hours 
 
 In innocent delight, amufive Putt 
 
 On fmooth joint-ftool in emblematic play 
 
 The vain viciffitudes of fortune fhews. 
 
 Nor reckoning, name tremendous, me difturbs, 
 
 Nor, call'd for, chills my breaft with fudden fear 
 
 While on the wonted door, expreffive mark, 
 
 The frequent penny ftands defcrib'd to view, 
 
 In fnowy chara&ers and graceful row. 
 
 Hail, TICKING ! fureft guardian of diftrefs ! 
 Beneath thy melter, pennylefs I quaff 
 The cheerful cup, nor hear with hopelefs heart 
 New oyfters cry'd : tho' much the Poet's friend 
 Ne'er yet attempted in poetic ftrain, 
 Accept this tribute of poetic praife !
 
 [ '35 1 
 
 Nor Prodor thrice with vocal heel alarms 
 Our joys fecure, *nor deigns the lowly roof 
 Of Pot-houfe fnug to vifit : wifer he 
 rhe fplendid tavern haunts, or coffee-houfe 
 Of JAMES or JUGGINS, where the grateful breath. 
 Of loath'd tobacco ne'er diffus'd its balm ; 
 But the lewd fpendthrift, falfly deem'd polite, 
 While fleams around- the fragrant Indian bowl, 
 )ft damns the vulgar fons of humbler ALE : 
 n vain the Pro&or's voice arrefls .their joys; 
 ufl fate of wanton pride an^ loofe excefs ! 
 
 Nor lefs by day delightful is thy draught, 
 Ul-pow'rful ALE ! whofe forrow-foothing fweets 
 )ft I repeat in vacant afternoon, 
 Vhen tatter'd {lockings afk my mending hand 
 Jot unexperienced ; while the tedious toiT 
 lides unregarded. Let the tender fwain 
 ach morn regale on nerve -relaxing tea, 
 1 ompanion meet of languor-loving nymph :
 
 Be mine each morn Xvith eager appetite 
 And hunger undifTembled, to repair 
 To friendly buttery; there on fmoaking cruft 
 And foaming ALE to banquet unreftrained, - 
 Material breakfaft ! Thus in ancient days 
 Our aneeftors robuft, with liberal cups 
 Ufher'd the morn, unlike the fqueamifh fons 
 Of modern times : nor ever had the might 
 Of Britons brave decay'd, had thus they fed, 
 With Britifh ALE improving British worth. 
 
 With ALE irriguous, undifmay'd I hear 
 The frequent dun afcend my lofty dome 
 Importunate : whether the plaintive voice 
 Of Laundrefs fhrill awake my ftartled ear , 
 Or Barber fpruce with fupple look intrude ; 
 Or Taylor with obfequious bow advance > 
 Or Groom invade me with defying front 
 And ftern demeanour, whofe emaciate deeds 
 (Whene'er or Phoebus fhone with kindlier beam*,
 
 [ '37 1 
 
 Or luckier chance the borrow'd boots fupply'd) 
 Had panted oft beneath my goring fteeL 
 In vain they plead or threat : All-pow'rful ALE 
 Excufes new fupplies, and each defcends 
 With joylefs pace, and debt-defpairing looks : 
 E'en SPACEY with indignant brow retires, 
 
 Fierceft of duns ! and conquer'd quits the field. 
 
 c 
 
 
 
 Why did the Gods fuch various bleflings pour 
 On haplefs mortals, from their grateful hands 
 So foon the fhort-liv'd bounty to recall ? 
 Thus, while improvident of future ill, 
 I quaff the lufcious tankard uncontroll'd, 
 And thoughtlefs riot in ; unlicens'd blifs ; 
 Sudden (dire fate of all things excellent !) 
 Th' unpitying Burfar's crofs-affixing hand 
 Blafls all my joys, and flops my glad career. 
 Nor now the friendly Pot-houfe longer yields 
 A fare retreat, when night o'er/hades the ikies ; 
 T
 
 Nor. SHEPPARD, barbarous matron, longer gives 
 The wonted truft, and WINTER ticks no more. 
 
 Thus ADAM, exil'd from the beauteous fcenes 
 Of Eden griev'd, no more in fragrant bow'r 
 On fruits divine to feaft, frefh made and vale 
 No more to vifit, or vine-mantled grot; 
 But, all forlorn, the dreary wildernefs, 
 And unrejoicing folitudes to trace ; 
 Thus too the matchlefs bard, whofe lay refounds 
 The SPLENDID SHILLING'S praife, in nightly gloom 
 Of lonefome garret, pin'd for cheerful ALE ; 
 Whofe fteps in verfe Miltonic I purfue, 
 Mean follower : like him with honeft love 
 Of ALE divine infpir'd, and love of fong. 
 But long may bounteous Heav'n with watchful care. 
 Avert his haplefs lot ! Enough for me 
 That burning with congenial flame I dar'd 
 His guiding fteps at diftance to purfue, 
 And fing his favorite theme in kindred flrains.
 
 '39 1 
 
 NEW-MARKET 1 
 A S A T I R E. 
 
 ya. Sophocl. Eleft. 508; 
 
 JL1.IS country's hope, when now the blooming Heii* 
 Has loft the Parents or the Guardian's care $ 
 
 4 ' 
 
 Fond to poffefs, yet eager to deftroy, 
 Of each vain youth, fay, what's the darling joy ? 
 Of each rafh frolic what the fource and end, 
 His fole and firft ambition what ? - to fpend,
 
 But would ye learn, ye leifure-loving 'Squires, 
 How beft ye may difgrace your prudent fires 5 
 How iooneft foar to fafhionable fliarne, 
 Be datnn'd at once to ruinand to fame ; 
 By hands of grooms ambitious to be crown'd, 
 O greatly dare to tread Olympic ground ! 
 
 What dreams of conqueft flufh'd Hilario's breafl, 
 When the good Knight at lafl retir'd to refl ! 
 Behold the Youth with new-felt rapture mark 
 Each pleating profped of the fpacious park : 
 That park, where beauties undifguis'd engage, 
 Thofe beauties lefs iftie \york of art than age ; 
 In iimple irate where genuine nature wears 
 Her venerable drefs of ancient years; 
 Where all the charms of chance with order meet 
 The rude, the gay, the graceful, and the great. 
 Here aged oaks uprear their branches <hoar, 
 And form dark groves, which Druids might adore; 
 With meeting boughs, and deepening to the vie\v,i 
 Here moots the broad umbrageous avenue :
 
 t 
 
 Here various trees compofe a chequer' d fcerie, 
 Glowing in gay diverfi ties of green : 
 There the full ftream thro' intermingling gladei 
 Shines a broad lake, or falls in deep cafcades. 
 tNor wants there hazle copfe, or beechen lawn, 
 To cheer with fun or {hade the bounding fawn. 
 
 ^ 
 
 f And fee the good old feat, whofe Gothic tow'rs 
 Awful emerge from yonder tufted bow'rsj 
 Whofe rafter'd hall the crowding tenants fed, 
 j And dealt to age and want their daily bread ; 
 'Where crefted Knights with peerlefs Damfels join'd, 
 iAt high and folemn festivals have din'd ; 
 jPrefenting oft fair Virtue's mining talk, 
 In myfHc pageantries, and moral mafk. 
 But vain all ancient praife, or boafl of birth, 
 Vain all the palms of old heroic worth 1 
 ^Vt once a bankrupt, and a profp'rous heir, 
 rlilario bets, park, houfe, dhTolve in air. 
 VVith antique armour hung, his trophied rooms 
 Defcend to Gameflers, Proflitutes, and Grooms.
 
 He fees his fteel-clad Sires, and Mothers mild> 
 Who bravely fhook the lance, or fweetly fmil'd, 
 All the fair feries of the whifker'd race, 
 Whofe picWd forms the fktely gallery grace ; 
 Debas'd, abus'd, the price of ill-got gold, 
 To deck fome tavern vile, at" auctions fold. 
 The parifh wonders at the unopening door, 
 The chimnies blaze, the tables groan no more. 
 Thick weeds around th' untrodden courts arife, 
 And all the focial fcene in filence lies* 
 Himfelf, the lofs politely to repair, 
 Turns Atheift, Fiddler, Highwayman, or Play'r. 
 At length, the fcorn, the mame of man and God, 
 Is doom'd to rub the ileeds that once he rode. 
 
 Ye rival youths, your golden hopes how vain, 
 Your dreams of thoufands en the lifted plain ! 
 Not more fantaftic Sancho's airy courfe, 
 When madly mounted on the magic horfe *, 
 
 Clavileno. Sec Don Quixote, B. ii. Chap. 41.
 
 r 143 i 
 
 Ele plerc'd heav'n's opening fpheres with dazzled eyes, 
 
 \nd feem'd to foar in vifionary ikies. 
 
 Mor lefs, I ween, precarious is the meed, 
 ~ young adventurers on the Mufe's fteed ; 
 r Poets have, like you, their deftin'd round, 
 id ours is but a race on claffic ground, 
 
 tong time, the child of patrimonial eafe, 
 ippolitus had carv'd lirloins in peace : 
 ad quaff'd fecure, unvex'd by toil or wife, 
 le mild October of a private life : 
 ong liv'd with calm domefHc conquefts crown'd, 
 nd kill'd his game on fafe paternal ground : 
 nd, deaf to Honour's or Ambition's call, 
 /1th rural fpoils adorn'd his hoary hall. 
 
 bland he pufPd the pipe o'er weekly news 
 is bofom kindles with fublimer views. 
 o there, thy triumphs, TaafFe, thy palms, Portmore! 
 empt him to flake his lands and treafur K d flore. 
 ike a new bruifer on Broughtonic fand, 
 mid the lifts our Hero takes his ftand -,
 
 [ 144 1 
 
 Suck'd by the /harper, to the Peer a prey, 
 He rolls his eyes that " witnefs huge difmayj" 
 When lo ! the chance of one inglorious heat, 
 Strips him of genial cheer, and fnug retreat. 
 How awkward now he bears difgrace and dirt, 
 Nor knows the poor's laft refuge, to be pert ! i 
 The fliiftlefs beggar bears of ills the worft, 
 At once with dulnefs and with hunger curft. 
 And feels the taftelefs breafl equeftrian fires ? 
 And dwells fuch mighty rage in graver 'Squires ? 
 
 In all attempts, but for their country, bold, 
 Britain, thy CONSCRIPT COUNSELLORS behold $ 
 (For fome, perhaps, by fortune favour'd yet, 
 May gain a borough, from a lucky bet,} 
 Smit with the love of the laconic boot, 
 The cap, and wig fuccirtct, the filken fuit, 
 Mere modern Phaetons, ufurp the rein, 
 And fcour in rival race the tempting plain* 
 See, fide by fide, his Jockey and Sir John 
 Difcufs th' important point of fix to one.
 
 t 145 ] 
 
 For oh ! the boafted privilege how dear, 
 How great the pride, to gain a Jockey's ear ! 
 pee, like a routed hoft, with headlong pace, 
 rhy members pour amid the mingling race ! 
 fUl afk, what crouds the tumult could produce-- 
 Is Bedlam, or the Commons all broke loofe ? 
 I heir way nor reafon guides, nor caution checks, 
 J r6ud on a high-bred thing to rifque their necks.- 
 Irhy fages hear, amid th' admiring croud 
 [idjudge the flakes, moft eloquently loud: 
 iVith critic {kill, o'er dubious bets prefide, 
 rhe low difpute, or kindle, or decide : 
 j.11 empty wifdom, and judicious prate, 
 llf diftanc'd horfcs gravely fix the fate : 
 i.nd with paternal care unwearied watch 
 b'er the nice conduct of a daring match. 
 
 Meantime, no more the mimic patriots rife, 
 | 'o guard Britannia's honour, warm and wife : 
 U
 
 t 146 ] 
 
 No more in fenates dare aflert her laws, 
 
 Nor pour the bold debate in Freedom's caufe : 
 
 Negleft the counfels of a finking land, 
 
 And know no roftrum, but New- market's ftand. 
 
 Js this the band of civil Chiefs defign'd 
 On England's weal to fix the pondering mind ? 
 Who, while their country's rights are fet to fale, 
 Quit Europe's balance for the Jockey's fcale. 
 O fay, when leaft their fapient fchemes are croft, 
 Or when a nation, or a match is loft ? 
 Who Dams and Sires with more exaclnefs trace, 
 Than of their country's Kings the facred race : 
 Think London journies are the worft of ills j 
 Subfcribe to articles, inftead of bills : 
 Strangers to all our annalifts relate, 
 Theirs are the memoirs of the equeftrian ftate : 
 Who loft to Albion's paft and prefent views, 
 HEBER *, thy chronicles alone perufe. 
 
 * Author of an Hiftorical LIST of the Running Horfcs, &c.
 
 
 
 [ 147 } 
 
 Go on, brave youths, till in fome future age, 
 Whips fhall become the fenatorial badge;. 
 Pill England fee her thronging fenators 
 Vteet all at Weftminfter, in boots and fpurs; 
 ; See the whole Houfe, with mutual frenzy mad, 
 [rler patriots all in leathern breeches clad : 
 3f bets, not taxes, learnedly debate, 
 i\rid guide with equal reins a fteed or ftate. 
 
 II v.-v.'- 
 
 How would a virtuous * Houhnhym neigh difdain, 
 To fee his brethren brook the imperious rein ; 
 Sear flavery's wanton whip, or galling goad, 
 {moke thro* the glebe, or trace the deftin'd road; 
 Said robb'd of -j- manhood by the murderous knife, 
 luftain each fordid toil of fervile life, 
 fet oh ! what rage would touch his generous mind, 
 To fee his fons of more than human kindj 
 
 Vid. G VLUVSR'S travels. Voyage to the Houhnhyms. 
 } A copy intheHARLiiAX Library reads HORSI-HOOD. 
 
 Ua
 
 [ 14* 1 
 
 A kind, with each exalted virtue bleft, 
 
 Each gentler feeling of the liberal breaft, 
 
 Afford diverfion to that monfter bafe, 
 
 That meaneft fpawn of man's half-monkey race > 
 
 In whom pride, avarice, ignorance, confpire, 
 
 That hated animal, a Yahoo 'Squire. 
 
 How are the THE RONS of thefe modern days, 
 Chang'd from thofe Chiefs who toil'd for Grecian bays ; 
 Who fir'd with genuine glory's facred luft, 
 WhiiTd the fwift axle through the Pythian duft. 
 Theirs was the Pifan olive's blooming fpray, 
 Theirs was the Theban bard's recording lay. 
 What though the Grooms of G reece ne'er took the odd 
 They won no bets but then they foar'd to Gods ; 
 And more an Hiero's palm, a Pindar's ode, 
 Than all th' united plates of GEORGE beftow'd, 
 
 Greece ! how I kindle at thy magic name, 
 Feel all thy warmth, and catch the kindred flame.
 
 I '49 ] 
 
 hy fceneg fublime, and awful vifions rife, 
 ancient pride before my mufing eyes, 
 ere Sparta's fons in mute attention hang, 
 r hile juft Lycurgus pours the mild harangue; 
 here Xerxes' hofts, all pale with deadly fear, 
 irink at her fated * Hero's flaming fpear. 
 ere hung with many a lyre of filver ftring, 
 h& laureate alleys of Iliflus fpring : 
 nd lo, where rapt in beauty's heavenly dream 
 oar Plato walks his oliv'd Academe. 
 
 Yet ah I no more the land of arts and arms 
 flights with wifdom, or with virtue warms. 
 I) ! the ftern Turk, with more than Vandal rage, 
 las blafted all the wreaths of ancient age : 
 b more her groves by Fancy's feet are trod, 
 Iich Attic grace has left the lov'd abode. * 
 Ill'n is fair Greece ! by Luxury's pleafmg bane 
 Siuc'd, me drags a barbarous foreign chain. 
 
 * LEONIDAS.
 
 [ 150 1 
 
 Britannia, watch ! O trim thy withering bayt, 
 Remember thou hail rivall'd Grecia's praife, 
 Great Nurfe of works divine ! Yet oh ! beware 
 Left thou the fate of Greece, my country, fhare. 
 Recall thy wonted worth with confcious pride, 
 Thou too haft feen a Solon in a Hyde ; 
 Haft bade thine Edwards and thine Henries rear 
 With Spartan fortitude the Britifh fpear; 
 Alik has feen thy fons deferve the meed 
 Or of the moral or the martial deed.
 
 [ IS'" 1 
 
 THE 
 
 :% -: ,.;>.::. 
 
 ASTLE BARBER; S SOLILOQJJY. 
 
 WRITTEN IN THE LATE WAR. 
 
 X Who with fuch fuccefs alas ! till 
 The war came on have fhav'd the CafUe * 
 4 Who by the nofe, with hand unfhaken, 
 The boldeft heroes oft have taken 5 
 In humble ftrain, am doom'd to mourn 
 My fortune chang'd, and ilate forlorn ! 
 My foap fcarce ventures into froth, 
 My razors ruft in idle iloth ! 
 WISDOM * ! to you my verfe appeals; 
 You mare the griefs your Barber feels : 
 Scarce comes a ftudent once a whole age, 
 To flock your defolated college. 
 Our trade how ill an army fuits ! 
 This comes of picking up recruits* 
 
 The Governor of Oxford Caftle.
 
 f *s* ] 
 
 JLoIt is the Robber's occupation, 
 No robbing thrives but of the nation : 
 For hardy necks no rope is twitted, 
 And .e'en the hangman's felf is lifted. 
 Thy Publishers, O mighty JACKSON ! 
 With fcarce a fcanty coat their backs on, 
 Warning to youth no longer teach, 
 Nor live upon a dying fpeech. 
 In caffock clad, for want of breeches, 
 No more the Caflle- Chaplain preaches. 
 Oh ! were our troops but fafely landed, 
 And every regiment difbanded ! 
 They'd make, I truft, a new campaign 
 On Henley's hill, or Campsfield's plain : 
 Deftin'd at home, in peaceful ftate, 
 By me frefh-fhav'd, to meet their fate ! 
 
 .: j:T:<;- L- 'Ui'J. . -L >fi 'c 
 
 Regard, ye Juftices of Peace f 
 The CASTLE-BARBER'S piteous cafe:
 
 [ 153 3 
 
 And kindly make fome fnug addition, 
 To better his diftreft condition. 
 Not that I mean, by fuch expreffions, 
 To fhave your Worfhips at the feffionsj 
 Or would, with vain prefumption big, 
 Afpire to comb the Judge's wig : 
 Far lefs ambitious thoughts are mine, 
 Far humbler hopes my views confine.-^- 
 Then think not that I afk amifs $ 
 My fmall requeft is only this, 
 That I, by leave of LEIGH or PAR DO, 
 May, with the CASTLE fhave BOCARDO. 
 
 Thus, as at Jefus oft I've heard, 
 Rough fervitors in Wales preferr'd, 
 The JONESES, MORGANS, and Ap-RiCES, 
 Keep fiddles with their BENEFICES,
 
 [ '54 ] 
 THE OXFORD NEWSMAN'S VERSE, 
 
 FOR THE YEAR 1760. 
 
 1 HINK of the PALMS, my Mailers dear! 
 That crown this memorable year ! 
 Come fill the glafs, my hearts of gold, 
 To BRITAIN'S Heroes brifk and bold; 
 While into rhyme I ftrive to turn all 
 The fam'd events of many a JOURNAL. 
 
 FRANCE feeds her fons on meagre foup, 
 , 'Twas hence they loft their Guardaloup : 
 What tho' they drefs fo fine and ja'nty ? 
 They could not keep Marigalante. 
 Their, forts in Afric could not repel 
 The thunder of undaunted Keppel: 
 Brave Commodore ! how we adore ye 
 For giving us fuccefs at Goree.
 
 [ 155 1 
 
 Ticonderoga, and Niagara, 
 Make each true Briton fmg O rare a ! 
 I truft the taking of Crown-Point 
 Has put French courage out of joint. 
 jCan we forget the timely check 
 (WOLFE gave the Scoundrels at * Quebec ? 
 ;That name has ftopp'd my glad career, 
 i-Ydur faithful Newfman drops a tear ! 
 
 | But other triumphs ftill remain, 
 fi\nd roufe to glee my rhymes again. 
 
 ] On Minden's plains, ye meek Mounfeers I 
 jkemember Kingiley's grenadiers, 
 Ifou vainly thought to ballarag us 
 
 
 
 Vith your fine fquadron off Cape Lagos j 
 Jut when Bofcawen came, -f- La Clue 
 heer'd off, and look'd confounded blue. 
 
 * Before this place fell the brave Wolfe ; yet with the fatisfadlion 
 r firft hearing that his troops were victorious. The other places here 
 waerated were conquefts of the preceding year. 
 4- The French Admiral. 
 X2
 
 Conflans *, all cowardice and puff, 
 Hop'd to demolifh hardy Duff; 
 But foon unlook'd-for guns o'er-aw'd him, 
 HAWKE darted forth, and nobly claw'd him. 
 And now their vaunted FORMIDABLE 
 Lies captive to a Britifh cable. 
 Would you demand the glorious caufe 
 Whence Britain every trophy draws ? 
 You need not puzzle long your wit -, 
 FAME, from her trumpet, anfwers PITT. 
 
 & oooosooo <& ocooo9 3000 eooo-jjj- 
 
 FOR THE YEAR 1767. 
 
 DISMAL the news, which JACKSON'S yearly Ban 
 Each circling Chriftmas brings, " The times ar< 
 
 hard!" 
 
 There was a time when Granby's grenadiers 
 Trirnm'd the lac'd jackets of the French Mounfeers 
 
 * Another French Admiral.
 
 [ 157 ] 
 
 Vhen every week produced fome lucky hit, 
 Lnd all our paragraphs were planned by Pitt. 
 Ve Newfmen drank as England's Heroes fought, 
 ^hile every victory procur'd a pot. 
 [broad, we conquer'd France, and humbled Spain, 
 home, rich harvefls crown'd the laughing plain, 
 len ran in numbers free the Newfrnan's verfes, 
 [the were our hearts, and full our leathern purfes. 
 t now, no more the ftream of plenty flows, 
 3 more new conquefts warm the Newfman's nofe. 
 ir fhatter'd cottages admit, the rain, 
 ir infants ftretch their hands for bread in vain, 
 tl hope is fled, our families are undone ; 
 Fovifions all are carry 'd up to London ; 
 Etr copious granaries Diftillers thin, 
 Vho raife our bread but do not cheapen gin. 
 5i f efTe&s of exportation ftill we rue ; 
 I /im th' Exporters were exported too ! 
 Iievery Pot-houfe is unpaid our fcore -, 
 Ad generous Captain JOLLY ticks no more !
 
 [ '5* 1 
 
 Yet ftill in ftore fome happinefs remains, 
 Some triumphs that may grace thefe annual flrains. 
 Misfortunes paft no longer,! repeat 
 GEORGE has declar'd that we again fhall eat. 
 Sweet V/illhelminy, fpite of wind and tide, 
 Of Denmark's monarch mines the blooming bride 
 She's gone ! but there's another in her ftead, 
 For of a Princefs Charlotte's brought to bed : 
 Oh, cou'd I but have had one fmgle fup, 
 One fmgle fnifF, at Charlotte's caudle-cup ! 
 I hear God blefs it 'tis a charming Girl, 
 So here's her health in half a pint of Purl. 
 But much I fear, this rhyme-exhaufled fong 
 Has kept you from your Chriftmas cheer too long.- 
 Our poor endeavours view with gracious eye, 
 And bake thefe lines beneath a CHRISTMAS-PIE !
 
 FOR THE YEAR 1768. 
 
 STILL fhall the Newfman's annual rhymes 
 
 Complain of taxes and the times ? 
 
 Each year our COPIES fhall we make on 
 
 The price of butter, bread, and bacon ? 
 
 Forbid it, all ye pow'rs of verfe ! 
 
 A happier fubject I rehearfe. 
 
 Farewell diflrefs, and gloomy cares ! 
 
 A merrier theme my Mufe prepares. 
 
 For lo ! to fave us, on a fudden, 
 
 In mape of porter, beef, and pudding, 
 
 Though late, ELECTIONEERING comes! 
 
 Strike up, ye trumpets, and ye drums ! 
 
 At length we change our wonted note, 
 
 And feaft, all winter, on a vote. 
 
 Sure, canvaffing was never hotter ! 
 
 But whether Harcourt, Nares, or Cotter *, 
 
 * Candidates for the city of Oxford,
 
 t I6o J 
 
 At this grand crifls will fucceed, 
 We Freemen have not yet decreed. 
 Methinks, with mirth your fides are making, 
 To hear us talk of Member-making ! 
 Yet know, that we direct the ftate ; 
 On us depends the nation's fate.- 
 What though fome Doctor's caft-off wig 
 O'erfhadss my pate, not worth a fig 5 
 My whole apparel in decay; 
 My beard unmav'd on New- Year's day 5 
 In me behold, (the land's Protector) 
 A Freeman, Newfman, and Elector ! 
 Though cold, and all unfhod, my toes : 
 My breaft for Britain's freedom glows: 
 Though turn'd, by poverty, my coat, 
 It ne'er was turn'd to give a vote. 
 
 Meantime, howe'er improv'd our fate is 
 By jovial cups, each evening, gratis j 
 t
 
 3 
 
 Forget not, 'midft your Chriftmas cheer, 
 The cuftoms of the coming year : 
 [n anfwer to this fhort EPISTLE, 
 Your tankard fend, to wet our whiitle ! 
 
 FOR THE YEAR 1770. 
 
 S now petitions are in famion 
 7 ith the firil patriots of the nation $ 
 
 fpirit high, in pocket low, 
 /e patriots of the Butcher-Row, 
 hus, like our Betters, alk redrefs 
 or high and mighty grievances, 
 Jeal, tho' penn'd in rhyme, as thofe 
 ; v hich oft our JOURNAL gives in profe :- 
 
 " Ye rural Squires, fo plump and (leek* 
 * Who fludy JACKSON, once a week * 
 Y
 
 While now your hofpitable board 
 
 With cold firloin is amply flor'd, 
 
 And old O&ober, nutmeg'd nice, 
 
 Send us a tankard and a ilice ! 
 
 " Ye country Parfons, ftand our friends, 
 
 " While now the driving fleet defcends ! % ( 
 
 <( Give us your antiquated canes, 
 
 To help us through thfc miry lanes 5 
 
 " Or with a rufty grizzle wig 
 
 " This Chriftmas deign our pates to rig. 
 
 " Ye noble gem'men of the Gown. 
 
 " View not our verfes with a frown ! 
 
 " But, in return for quick difpatches, 
 
 " Invite us to your buttery-hatches ! 
 
 " Ye too, whofe houfes are fo handy, 
 
 " For coffee, tea, rum, wine, and brandy j 
 
 " Pride of fair Oxford's gawdy ftreets, 
 
 " You too our ftrain fubmiffive greets ! 
 
 " Hear Horfeman, Spindlow, King, and Harper! 
 
 " The weather fure was never (harper: 
 
 * Keepers of noted coffee-houfes in Oxford.
 
 I 163 ] \ 
 
 | ; * Matron of Matrons, MARTHA BAGGS ! 
 e Dram your poor Newfman clad in rags ! 
 
 r Dire mifchiefs folks above are brewing, 
 
 r The Nation's and the Newfman's ruin : 
 
 r >r Tis your's our forrows to remove $ 
 1 And if thus generous ye prove, 
 ' For friends fo good we're bound to pray 
 ' vTill next returns a New-year's Day !" 
 Giv'n at our melancholy cavern, 
 The cellar of the SHEEP'S-HEAD TAVERN.'" 
 
 FOR THE YEAR 1771. 
 
 DELICIOUS news a war with Spain ! 
 New rapture fires our Chriflmas ftrain. 
 Behold, to ftrike each Briton's eyes, 
 What bright victorious fcenes arife \ 
 What paragraphs of Englifh glory 
 Will Matter JACKSON fet before yc ! 
 
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 [ 164 ] 
 
 The Governor of Buenos Ayres 
 
 Shall dearly pay for his vagaries ; 
 
 For whether NORTH, or whether CHATHAM, 
 
 Shall rule the roafl, we, mull have-at-'em: 
 
 Galloons Havannah Porto Bello, 
 
 Ere long, will make the nation mellow :- 
 
 Our late trite themes we view with fcorn, 
 
 Bellas the bold, and Parfon Home : 
 
 Nor more, through many a tedious winter, 
 
 The triumphs of the patriot Squinter, 
 
 The Ins and Outs, with cant eternal, 
 
 Shall croud each column of our JOURNAL. 
 
 After a dreary feafon paft, 
 
 Our turn to live is come at lafl: 
 
 Gen'rals, and Admirals, and Jews, 
 
 Contractors, Printers, MEN OF NEWS, 
 
 All thrive by war, and line their pockets, 
 
 And leave the works of peace to blockheads. 
 
 But fhy, my Mufe, this hafly fit^ 
 The war is not declar'd as yet :
 
 And we, though now fo blithe we iing, 
 May all be prefs'd to ferve the King ! 
 Therefore, meantime, our MASTERS dear, 
 Produce your hofpitable cheer : 
 While we, with much iincere delight, 
 ['Whether we publifti news or fight) 
 Like England's undegenerate fons, 
 iVill drink confufion to the DONS !
 
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 THE 
 
 PHAETON, 
 
 AND THE 
 
 ONE-H.ORSE CHAIR. 
 
 ,/lLT Blagrave's * once upon a time, 
 
 There flood a PHAETON fublime: 
 
 Unfullied by the dufty road 
 
 It's wheels with recent crimfon glow'd * 
 
 It's fides difplay'd a dazzling hue, 
 
 It's harnefs tight, it's lining new: 
 
 No fcheme-enamour'd youth, I ween, 
 
 Survey'd the gaily-deck'd machine, 
 
 But fondly long'd to feize the reins, 
 
 And whirl o'er Campsfield's -f- tempting plains^ 
 
 Meantime it chanc'd, that hard at hand 
 
 A ONE-HORSE CHAIR had took it's ftand: 
 
 When thus our vehicle begun 
 
 To fneer the lucklefs Chaife and One. 
 
 * Well known &t Oxford for letting out carriages, 1763. 
 f In the road to Blenheiaa.
 
 " How could my Mailer place me here 
 Within thy vulgar atmofphere ? 
 From claffic ground pray fhift thy ftation, 
 Thou fcorn of Oxford education ! 
 Your homely make, believe me, man, 
 
 [j Is quite upon the Gothic plan ; 
 
 \\ And you, and all your clumfy kind, 
 For loweft purpofes defign'd : 
 Fit only, with a one-ey'd mare, 
 To drag, for benefit of air, 
 The country parfon's pregnant wife, 
 Thou friend of dull domeftic life ! 
 Or, with his maid and aunt, to fchool 
 To carry Dicky on a ftool : 
 Or, haply to fome chriftening gay, 
 A brace of godmothers convey. 
 Or, when bleft Saturday prepares 
 For London tradefmen reft from cares, 
 'Tis thine to make them happy one day, 
 Companion of their genial Sunday !
 
 [ 168 ] 
 
 'Tis thine, o'er turnpikes newly made, 
 When timely fhow'rs the duft have laid, 
 To bear fome alderman ferene 
 To fragrant Hampftead's fylvan fcene. 
 Nor higher fcarce thy merit rifes 
 Among the polifh'd fons of Ifis, 
 Hir'd for a folitary crown, 
 Canft thou to fchemes invite" the gown ? 
 Go, tempt fome prig, pretending tafte, 
 With hat ne\v cock'd, and newly lac'd, 
 O'er mutton-chops, and fcanty wine, 
 At humble Dorcheiler to dine ! 
 Meantime remember, lifelefs drone ! 
 I carry Bucks and Bloods alone. 
 And oh! whene'er the weather's friendly, 
 What inn at Abingdon or Henly, 
 But flill my vaft importance feels, 
 And gladly greets my entering wheels? 
 And think, obedient to the thong, 
 How yon gay ftreet we fmoke along: ;
 
 [ i6 9 ] 
 
 I While all with envious wonder view 
 J The corner turn'd & quick and true." 
 
 To check an upftart's empty pride, 
 Thus fage the ONE-HORSE CHAIR reply 'd. 
 
 " Pray, when the confequence is Weigh 'd, 
 Chat's all your fpirit and parade ? 
 trom mirth to grief what fad tranfitions, 
 po broken bones and impofitions ! 
 fcr if no bones are broke, what's worfe, 
 | r ourfchemes make workfor GLASS and NOURSE. 
 fcn us pray fpare your keen reproaches, 
 prom One-Horfe Chairs men rife to Coaches; 
 IF calm Difcretion's fteadfaft hand, 
 f/ith cautious fkill the reins command, 
 trom me fair Health's frem, fountain fprings, 
 f 'er me foft Snugnefs fpreads her wings : 
 jnd Innocence reflects her ray 
 p gild my, calm fequefter'd way : 
 
 Z
 
 E'en kings might quit their ftate to (hare 
 Contentment and a One-Horfe Chair. 
 What though, o'er yonder echoing ftreet 
 Your rapid wheels refound fo fweet ; 
 Shall Ifis' ions thus vainly prize 
 A RATTLE of a larger fize?" 
 
 ,]/:k^ .' . i'.' .- '^o"> s:h ri-v-v ^ 
 BLAG RAVE, who during the difpute, 
 Stood in a corner, fnug and mute, 
 Surpriz'd, no doubt, in lofty verfe, 
 To hear hi* Carriages converfe, 
 With folemn face, o'er Oxford ale, 
 To me difclos'd this wonderous tale : 
 I ftrait difpatch'd it to the Mufe, 
 Who brum'd it up for Jackfon's news, 
 And, what has oft been penn'd in profe, 
 Added this moral at the clofe. 
 
 " Things may be ufeful tho' obfcure ; 
 " The pace that's flow is often fure : 
 
 4
 
 " When empty pageantries we prize, . 
 " We raife but duft to blind our eyes. 
 " The GOLDEN MEAN can bed beftpw 
 Safety for unfubftantial fhow."
 
 [ '7* ] 
 
 / 
 
 MORNING. 
 
 AN ODE. 
 
 The Author confined to College. 
 
 J745- 
 Scribimus inclufi. - PERS. Sat. i, V. 13. 
 
 VyNCE more the vernal fun's ambrofial be; 
 
 The fields, as with a purple robe adorn : 
 Charwell, thy fedgy banks, and glift'ring ft reams 
 All laugh and ling at mild approach of morn ; 
 Thro' the deep groves I hear the chaunting birds, 
 And thro' the clover'd vale the various-lowing herds. 
 
 Up mounts the mower from his lowly thatch, 
 
 Well pleas'd the progrefs of the fpring to mark, 
 The fragrant breath of breezes pure to catch, 
 And ftartle from her couch the early lark - f 
 More genuine pleafure fooths his tranquil breaft, 
 Than high-thron'd kings can boaft, in eaflern glory 
 dreil.
 
 The penfive poet through the green-wood 
 
 Or treads the willow'd marge of murmuring brook; 
 
 Or climbs the fteep afcent of airy hills; 
 
 There fits him down beneath a branching oak, 
 
 Whence various fcenes, and profpefts wide below, 
 teach his mufing mind with fancies high to glow, 
 
 fut I nor with the day awake to blifs, 
 (Inelegant to me fair Nature's face, 
 blank the beauty of the morning is, 
 And grief and darknefs all for light and grace;) 
 or bright the fun, nor green the meads appear, 
 
 r colour charms mine eye nor melody mine ear. 
 
 Me, void of elegance and manners mild, 
 With leaden rod, ftern Difcipline reflrains; 
 
 stiff Pedantry, of learned Pride the Child, 
 My roving-genius binds in Gothic chains; 
 
 Sfor can the cloifter'd mufe expand her wing, 
 
 r bid thefe twilight roofs with her gay carols ring.
 
 [ '74 1 
 ODE 
 
 TO A 
 
 GRIZZLE WIG. 
 
 By a Gentleman who had jufl left off his BOB. 
 
 i 
 
 J\.L L hail, ye CURLS, that rang'd in reverend row 
 With fnowy pomp my confcious fhoulders hide ! 
 That fall beneath in venerable flow, 
 And crown my brows above with feathery pride ! 
 
 High on your fummit, Wifdom's mimick'd air 
 Sits thron'd, with Pedantry her folemn fire, 
 And in her net of awe-diffufing hair, 
 Entangles fools, and bids the croud admire. 
 
 O'er every lock, that floats in full difplay, 
 Sage Ignorance her gloom fcholaftic throws ; 
 And (lamps o'er all my vifage, once fo gay, 
 Unmeaning Gravity's ferene repofe.
 
 [ '75 3 
 
 !an thus large Wigs our reverence engage ? 
 lave Barbers thus the pow'r to blind our eyes ? 
 5 fcience thus conferr'd on every fage, 
 jjy Baylifs, Blenkinfop, and lofty Wife ? * 
 
 Ijut thou, farewel, my BOB ! whofe thin -wove thatch 
 f7as ftor'd with quips and cranks, and wanton wiles, 
 
 ?hat love to live within the one-curl'd Scratch, 
 
 i , 
 
 Yith fun, and all the family of fmiles. 
 
 life in thy privilege, near Ifis' brook, 
 v hole afternoons at Wolvercote I quafFd ; 
 Ik eve my carelefs round in High-ftreet took, 
 told call'd at JOLLY'S for the cafual draught. 
 
 lo more the wherry feels my ftroke fo true; 
 '\Ai (kittles, in a Grizzle, can I play ? 
 Voodftock, farewel ! and Wallingford, adieu ! 
 There many a fcheme reliev'd the lingering day. 
 
 Eminent peruke- makers in Oxford.
 
 [ 176 ] 
 
 Such were the joys that once Hilario crown 'd, 
 Ere grave Preferment came my peace to rob : 
 Such are the lefs ambitious pleafures found 
 Beneath the Liceat of an humble BOB.
 
 r 177 ] 
 
 EPISTLE, 
 
 f R O M 
 
 THOMAS HEARN, ANTI^ARY-, 
 
 TO THE AUTHOR Ot 
 
 THE COMPANION TO THE OXFORD GUIDE, &C. 
 
 F 
 
 RIEND of the mofs-grown fpire and crumbling 
 
 arch, 
 
 Who wont'ft at eve to pace the long-loft bounds 
 Of lonefome Ofeney ! What malignant fiend 
 Thy cloifter-loving mind from antient lore 
 Hath bafe feduc'd ? urg'd thy apoftate pen 
 To trench deep wounds on Antiquaries fage, 
 drag the venerable fathers forth, 
 
 to laughter ? Cruel as the mandate 
 3f mitred priefts, who Bafkett late enjoin'd 
 To throw afide the reverend letters black, 
 Vnd print faft-prayers in modern Type ! At this 
 -eland, and Willis, Dugdale, Tanner, Wood, 
 Aa
 
 [ '7* ] 
 
 Illuflrious names ! with Camden, Aubrey, Lloyd, 
 Scald their old cheeks with tears ! For once they hop'c 
 To feal thee for their, own ! and fondly deem'd 
 The Mufes, at thy call, would crowding come 
 To deck Antiquity with flowrets gay. / 
 
 But now may curfes every fearch attend 
 That feems inviting ! May'fl thou pore in vain 
 For dubious door- ways ! May revengeful moths 
 Thy ledgers eat ! May chronologic fpouts 
 Retain no cypher legible ! May crypts 
 Lurk undifcern'd ! Nor may'ft thou fpell the names 
 Of faints in ftoried windows ! Nor the dates 
 Of bells difcover ! Nor the genuine fite 
 Of Abbots* pantries ! And may Godftowe veil, 
 Deep from thy eyes profane, her Gothic charms !
 
 INSCRIPTION 
 
 OVER A CALM AND CLEAR SPRING IN 
 BLENHEIM-GARDENS. 
 
 H. ERE quench your third, and mark in ME 
 An emblem of true Charity; 
 
 ho, while my bounty I beftow, 
 An* neither heard nor feen to flow. 
 
 J O B, 
 
 CHAPTER XXXIX. 
 
 JL/ECLARE, if heav'nly wifdom blefs thy tongue, 
 When teems the MOUNTAIN-GOAT with promised 
 young j 
 
 ftated feafons tell, the month explain, 
 feels the bounding HIND a mother's pain; 
 A a 2
 
 [ iSo ] 
 
 While, in th* oppreffive agonies of birth, 
 Silent they bow the forrowing head to earth ? 
 Why crop their lufty feed the verdant food ? 
 Why leave their dams to fearch the gloomy wood ? 
 
 Say, whence the WILD- Ass wantons o'er the plain, 
 Sports uncontroul'd, unconfcious of the rein ? 
 'Tis his o'er fcenes of folitude to roam, 
 . The wafte his houfe, the wildernefs his home $ 
 He fcorns the crowded city's pomp and noife, 
 Nor heeds the driver's rod, nor hears his voice $ 
 At will on ev'ry various verdure fed, 
 His pafture o'er the /baggy cliffs is fpread. 
 
 Will the fierce UNICORN obey thy call, 
 "Enflav'd to man, and patient of the flail ? 
 $ay, will he fhibborn floop thy yoke to bear, 
 And thro' the furrow drag the tardy fhare ? 
 Say, canft thou think, O wretch of vain belief, 
 His 1 lab'ring limbs will draw thy weighty fheaf ? 
 6
 
 3r canft thou tame the temper of his blood 
 With faithful feet to trace the deftin'd road ? 
 Who paints the PEACOCK'S train with radiant eyes, 
 |Vnd all the bright diverfity of dies ? 
 /Vhofe hand the ftately OSTRICH has fupply'd 
 jjVith glorious plumage, and her fnowy pride ? 
 fhoughtlefs me leaves amid the dufty way, 
 ftfer eggs, to ripen in the genial ray j 
 <Jor heeds, that fome fell beaft, who thirfts for blood, 
 JDr the rude foot may crulh the future brood* 
 
 n her no love the tender offspring mare, 
 NO foft remembrance, no maternal care : 
 for God has fteel'd her unrelenting breaft, 
 | Tor feeling fenfe, nor inftincl: mild impreft, 
 ; ade her the rapid-ruming fteed defpife, 
 '. Jut ft rip the rider's rage, and tow'r amidft the ikies. 
 ( idft thou the HORSE with ftrength and beauty deck ? 
 
 [aft thou in thunder cloath'd his nervous neck ? 
 
 /ill he, like groveling grafhoppers afraid, 
 
 >art at each found, at ev'ry breeze difmay'd ?
 
 r 182 ] 
 
 A cloud of fire his lifted noftrils raife, 
 
 And breathe a glorious terror as they blaze, 
 
 He paws indignant, and the valley fpurns, 
 
 Rejoicing in his might, and for the battle burns. 
 
 When quivers rattle, and the frequent fpear 
 
 Flies flashing, leaps his heart with languid fear ? 
 
 Swallowing with fierce and greedy rage the ground, 
 
 " Is this," he cries, " the trumpet's warlike found ?" 
 
 Eager he fcents the battle from afar, 
 
 And all the mingling thunder of the war. 
 
 Flies the fierce HAWK by thy fupreme command, 
 
 To feek foft climates, and a fouthern land ? 
 
 Who bade th' afpiring EAGLE mount the Iky, 
 
 And build her firm aerial nefl on high ? 
 
 On the bare cliff, or mountain's fliaggy fleep, 
 
 Her fortrefs of defence me dares to keep; 
 
 Thence darts her radiant eye's pervading ray, 
 
 Inquifitive to ken the diftant prey. 
 
 Seeks with her thirfty brood th' enfanguin'd plain, 
 
 There bathes her beak in blood, companion of the {lain,
 
 [ 3 3 
 
 THE PROGRESS OF 
 
 DISCONTENT. 
 
 WRITTEN AT OXFORD IN THE YEAR 1746. 
 
 I . 
 
 KEN now mature in claffic knowledge, 
 ( 
 The joyful youth is fent to college, 
 
 His father comes, a vicar plain, 
 
 At Oxford bred in Anna's reign, 
 
 And thus, in form of humble fuitor, 
 
 Bowing accofts a reverend tutor. 
 
 " Sir, I'm a Glo'fterftiire divine, 
 
 " And this my eldeft fon of nine ; 
 
 " My wife's ambition and my own 
 
 " Was that this child fhould wear a gown : 
 
 " I'll warrant that his good behaviour 
 
 " Will juftify your future favour; 
 
 " And for his parts, to tell the truth, 
 
 " My fon's a very forward youth ;
 
 t 184 ] 
 
 " Has Horace all by heart you'd wonder- 
 
 " And mouths out Homer's Greek like thunder. 
 
 ' If you'd examine and admit him, 
 
 A fcholarfhip would nicely fit him : 
 
 " That he fueceeds 'tis ten to one ; 
 
 M Your vote and intereft, Sir !" 'Tis done. 
 
 Our pupil's hopes, tho' twice defeated, 
 Are with a fcholarfhip compleated : 
 A fcholarfhip but half maintains, 
 And college rules are heavy chains : 
 In garret dark he fmokes and puns, 
 A prey to difcipline and duns ; 
 And now intent on new defigns, 
 Sighs for a fellowfhip and fines. 
 
 When nine full tedious winters pail, 
 That utmoft wifh is crown'd at lafl : 
 But the rich prize no fooner got, 
 Again he quarrels with his lot :
 
 " Thefe fellowfhips are pretty things, 
 
 *' We live indeed like petty kings : 
 
 " But who can bear to wafte his whole age 
 
 " Amid the dulnefs of a college, 
 
 " Debarr'd the common joys of life, 
 
 " And that prime blifs a loving wife ! 
 
 " O ! what's a table richly fpread 
 
 " Without a woman at it's head ! 
 
 " Would fome inug benefice but fall, 
 
 " Ye feafts, ye dinners ! farewell all ! 
 
 " To offices I'd bid adieu, 
 
 " Of Dean, Vice Praef. of Burfar too $ 
 
 " Come joys, that rural quiet yields, 
 
 " Come, tythes, and houfe, and fruitful fields !" 
 
 Too fond of freedom and of eafe 
 A Patron's vanity to pleafe, 
 Long time he watches, and by ftealth, 
 Each frail Incumbent's doubtful health ; 
 
 Bb
 
 At length and in his fortieth year, 
 A living drops two hundred clear ! 
 With breaft elate beyond exprefiion, 
 He hurries down to take pofTeffion, 
 With rapture views the fweet retreat - 
 " What a convenient houfe I how neat ( 
 " For fuel here's fufficient wood : 
 " Pray God the cellars may be good ! 
 " The garden "that muft be new plann'd 
 " Shall thefe old-fafhion'd yew-trees ftand ? 
 " O'er yonder vacant plot fhall rife 
 fe The flow'ry fhrub of thoufand dies : 
 " Yon wall, that feels the fouthern ray, 
 " Shall blufh with ruddy fruitage gay : 
 <f While thick beneath its afpeft warm 
 *' O'er well-rang'd hives the bees fhall fwarm, 
 w From which, ere long, of golden gleam 
 " Metheglin's lufcious jiiice mall ftream : 
 " This awkward hut, o'ergrown with ivy, 
 *' We'll alter to a modern privy : 
 9
 
 t 187 ] 
 
 " Up yon green flope, of hazels trim* 
 
 *' An avenue fo cool and dim, 
 
 " Shall to an arbour, at the end, 
 
 " In fpite of gout, entice a friend. 
 
 " My predecefTor lov'd devotion 
 
 " But of a garden had no notion." 
 
 Continuing this fantaflic farce on* 
 He now commences country parfon* 
 To make his character entire, 
 He weds a Coufin of the 'Squire ; 
 Not over weighty in the purfe, 
 But many Doctors have done worfe : 
 | And tho' me- boafts no charms divine, 
 1 Yet me can carve and make birch wine* 
 
 Thus fixt, content he taps his barrel, 
 Exhorts his neighbours not to quarrel ; 
 Finds his Church-wardens have difcerning 
 Both in good liquor 'and good learning > 
 B b2
 
 [ i88 ] 
 
 With tythes his barns replete he fees, 
 And chuckles o'er his furplice fees ; 
 Studies to find out latent dues, 
 And regulates the ftate of pews ; 
 Rides a fleek mare with purple houfing, 
 To mare the monthly clubs caroufmg ; 
 Of Oxford pranks facetious tells, 
 And but on Sundays hears no bejls j 
 Sends prefents of his choiceft fruit, 
 And prunes himfelf each faplefs fhoot 5 
 Plants colliflow'rs, and boafts to rear 
 The earlieft melons of the year ; 
 Thinks alteration charming work is, 
 Keeps Bantam cocks, and feeds his turkies ; 
 Builds in his copie a fav'rite bench, 
 And ftores the pond with carp and tench. 
 
 But ah \ too foon his thoughtlefs breaft 
 By cares domeftic is oppreft j
 
 And a third Butcher's bill, and brewing, 
 Threaten inevitable ruin : 
 ?or children frefh expences yet, 
 
 M. "\ 
 
 And Dicky now for fchool is fit. 
 Why did I fell my college life 
 (He cries) for benefice and wife ? 
 * Return, ye days ! when endlefs pleafure 
 ** I found in reading, or in leifure ! 
 ' When calm around the common room 
 ** I pufF'd my daily pipe's perfume ! 
 Rode for a ilomach, and infpe&ed, 
 At annual bottlings, corks felected : 
 *' And din'd untax'd, untroubled, under 
 " The portrait of our pious Founder ! 
 *' When impofitions were fupply'd 
 
 To light my pipe or footh my pride 
 " No cares were then for forward peas 
 A yearly-longing wife to pleafe ; 
 My thoughts no chrift'ning dinners croft, 
 No children cry'd for butter'd toail ;
 
 [ i go ] 
 
 " And ev'ry night I went to bed, 
 " Without a Modus in my head !" 
 
 Oh ! trifling head, and fickle heart ! 
 Chagrin'd at whatfoe'er thou art ; 
 A dupe to follies yet untry'd, 
 And fick of pleafures, fcarce enjoy 'd ! 
 Each prize poflefs'd > thy tranfport ceafes, 
 And in purfuit alone it pleafes.
 
 PROLOGUE 
 
 ON THE 
 
 WINCHESTER PLAYHOUSE, 
 
 OVER THE BUTCHERS SHAMBLES. 
 
 . y HO E'ER our ftage examines, muft excufe 
 
 ike wond'rous fhifts of the dramatic Mufe -, 
 
 T en kindly liften, while the Prologue rambles 
 
 ||>m wit to beef, from Shakefpeare to the fhambles! 
 
 tided only by one flight of flairs, 
 
 lie Monarch fwaggers, and the Butcher fwears ! 
 
 Qick the tranntion when the curtain drops, 
 
 F.m meek Monimia's moans to mutton-chops ! 
 
 ftiile for Lothario's lofs Lavinia cries, 
 
 3 Women fcold, and Dealers d n your eyes ! 
 
 ft-e Juliet liftens to the gentle lark, 
 
 Hire in harfh chorus hungry bull-dogs bark.
 
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 Cleavers and /cymitars give blow for blow, 
 And Heroes bleed above, and Sheep below I 
 While tragic thunders fhake the pit and box, 
 Rebellows to the roar the ftaggering ox. 
 Cow-horns and trumpets -mix their martial tones, 
 Kidnies and Kings, mouthing arid marrow-bones, 
 Suet and fighs, blank verfe and blood abound, 
 And form a tragi- comedy around. 
 With weeping lovers, dying calves complain, 
 Confufion reigns chaos is come again ! 
 Hither your fteelyards, Butchers, bring, to weigh 
 The pound of flefh, Anthonio's bond muft pay \ 
 Hither your knives, ye Chriftians, clad in blue, 
 Bring to be whetted by the ruthlefs Jew ! 
 Hard is our lot, who, feldom doom'd to eat, 
 Caft a fheep's-eye on this forbidden meat 
 Gaze on firloins, which ah ! we cannot carve, 
 And in the midft of legs of mutton ftarve ! 
 But would you to our houfe in crouds repair, 
 Ye gen'rous Captains, and ye blooming Fair,
 
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 The fate of Tantalus we mould not fear, 
 Nor pine for a repafl that is fd near. 
 Vlonarchs no more would fupperlefs remain, 
 >?or pregnant Queens for cutlets long in vain. 
 
 A PASTORAL 
 
 IN THE 
 
 MANNER OF SPENSER 
 
 FROM THEOCRITUS. IDYLL. XX. 
 I. 
 
 r\.S late I flrove LUCILLA'S lip to kifs, 
 he with difcurtefee reprov'd my will ; 
 )oft thou, me faid, affect fo pleafant blifs, 
 i. fimple fhepherd, and a lofell vile ? 
 Jot Fancy's hand mould join my courtly lip 
 "o thine, as I myfelf were faft afleep. 
 Cc
 
 I 194 ] 
 II. 
 
 As thus me fpake, full proud and boailing kfTe, 
 
 And as a peacocke pearke, in dalliance 
 
 She bragly turned her ungentle face, 
 
 And all difdaining ey'd my fhape afkaunce : 
 
 But I did bluih, with grief and fhame yblent, 
 
 Like morning-rofe with hoary dewe befprent. 
 
 III. 
 
 Tell me, my fellows all, am I not fair ? 
 Has fell enchantrefs blailed all my^ charms ? 
 Whilom mine head was fleek with trefTed hayre, 
 My laughing eyne did moot out love's alarms : 
 E'en KATE did deemen me the faireft fwain, 
 When erft I won this girdle on the plain. 
 
 My lip witn vermil was embellifhed, 
 
 My bagpipes notes loud and delicious were* 
 
 The milk-wliite lilly, and the rofe fo red, 
 
 Did on my face depeinten lively cheere, 
 
 My voice as foote as mounting larke did fhrill, 
 
 My look was blythe as MARG RET'S at the mill.
 
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 V. 
 
 me forfooth, more fair than MADGE or KATE, 
 dainty maid, did deign not fhepherd's love $ 
 >r wifl what THENOT told us fvvains of late j 
 it VENUS fought a fhepherd in a grove ; 
 that a heav'nly God who PHOEBUS hight, 
 tend his flock with mepherds did delight. 
 
 VI.. 
 
 ! 'tis that VENUS with accurft defpight, 
 all my dolour, and my fhame has made | 
 does remembrance of her own delight,/ 
 me one drop of pity fweet perfuade ? 
 hence the glowing rapture may me mifs, 
 me be fcorn'd, nor ever tafte a kifs ! 
 
 
 CC2
 
 3 
 ODE 
 
 ON THE 
 
 APPROACH OF SUMMED 
 
 Ye dea, tefugiunt venti, te nublla coeK y 
 Mventumque tuum ; tibifuaveis dadala 
 Submittit fores ; tibi rldent aquora pontl\ 
 flacatumque nitct dtfufo lumlne ccelum. 
 
 LUCRETIUS, 
 
 JJLENCE, iron-fcepter'd WINTER, hafte 
 
 To bleak Siberian wafte ! 
 Hafte to thy polar folitude ; 
 
 Mid cataradts of ice, 
 Whofe torrents dumb are ftretch'd in fragments rud 
 
 From many an airy precipice, 
 Where, ever beat by fleety fhow'rs, 
 Thy gloomy Gothic caftle tow'rs j 
 Amid whofe howling iles and halls, 
 Where no gay funbeam paints the walls, 

 
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 On ebon throne thou lov'ft to fhroud 
 Thy brows in many a murky cloud. 
 
 E'en now, before the vernal heat/ 
 Sullen I fee thy train retreat : 
 f.Thy ruthlefs hoft ilern EUR us guides, 
 That on a ravenous tiger rides, 
 Dim-figur'd on whofe robe are fhewn 
 Shipwrecks, and villages overthrown : 
 Grim AUSTER, dropping all with dew, 
 i In mantle clad of watchet hue : 
 ^And COLD, like Zemblan favage feen, 
 [Still threatening with his arrows keen j 
 l-And next, in furry coat emboft 
 With icicles, his brother FROST. 
 
 WINTER farewell ! thy forefts hoar, 
 Thy frozen floods delight no more ; 
 Farewell the fields, fo bare and wild ! 
 But come thou rofe-cheek'd cherub mild,
 
 Sweeteft SUMMER ! hafte thee here, 
 Once more to crown t}ie gladden'd year* 
 Thee APRIL blithe, as long of yore, 
 Bermudas' lawns he frolick'd o'er, 
 With mufkie neftar- trickling wing, 
 (In the new world's firfl dawning fpring,) 
 To gather balm of choiceft dews, 
 And patterns fair of various hues, 
 With which to paint in changeful die, 
 The youthful earth's embroidery ; 
 To cull the eflence of rich fmells 
 In which to dip his new-born bells ; 
 Thee, as he fkim'd with pinions fleet, 
 He found an infant, fmiling fweet ; 
 Where a tall citron's (hade imbrown'd 
 The foft lap of the fragrant ground. 
 There on an amaranthine bed, 
 Thee with rare neftarine fruits he fed j 
 Till foon beneath his forming care, 
 YOU bloom'd a goddefs debonnair ;
 
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 And then he gave the bleiTed ifle 
 Aye to be fway'd beneath thy fmile : 
 There plac'd thy green and grafly flirine, 
 With myrtle bower'd and jeffamine : 
 
 to thy care the talk affign'd 
 r ith quickening hand, and nurture kind, 
 [is rofeate infant-births to rear, 
 11 Autumn's mellowing reign appear. 
 
 Hafte thee, nymph ! and hand in hand, 
 
 r ith thee lead a buxom band ; 
 
 ring fantaftic-footed Joy, 
 
 r ith Sport that yellow -trefTed boy. 
 
 dfure,* that through the balmy fky, 
 ifes a crimfon butterfly, 
 ig Health that loves in early dawn 
 meet the milk- maid on the lawn ; 
 ig Pleafure, rural nymph, and Peace, 
 ;k, cottage-loving mepherdefs !
 
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 And that fweet /tripling, Zephyr, bring,- 
 Light, and for ever on the wing. 
 Bring the dear Mufe, that loves to lean 
 On river-margins, mofiy green. 
 But who is me, that bears thy train^ 
 Pacing light the velvet plain ? 
 The pale pink binds her auburn hair*, 
 Her trefles flow with paftoral air ; 
 
 Tis May, the Grace ^confefl fhe flands 
 
 By branch of hawthorn in her hands i 
 Lo ! near her trip the lightfome Dews^ 
 Their wings all ting'd in iris-hues ; 
 With whom the pow'rs of Flora play, 
 And paint with panfies all the way* 
 
 Oft when thy feafon, fwedteft Queen, 
 Has dreil the groves in liv'ry green ; 
 When in each fair and fertile field 
 Beauty begins her bow'r to build ;
 
 While Evening, veil'd in fhadows brown, 
 
 Puts her matron-mantle on, 
 
 And mifts in fpreading fleams convey 
 
 More frefh the fumes of new-fhorn hay j 
 
 '." 
 | Then, Goddefs, guide my pilgrim feet 
 
 Contemplation hoar to meet, 
 As flow he winds in mufeful mood, 
 :ltfear the rufh'd marge of CHERWELL'S flood 
 Or o'er old AVON'S magic edge, 
 Whence Shakefpeare cull'd the fpiky fcdge* 
 All playful yet, in years unripe, 
 To frame a ihrill and fimple pipe. 
 There thro' the dufk but dimly feen* 
 Sweet ev'ning objects intervene : 
 His wattled cotes the. fhepherd plants, 
 Beneath her elm the milk-maid chants. 
 The woodman, fpeeding home, awhile 
 Refts him at a fhady flile. 
 Nor wants there fragrance to difpenfe 
 Refrefhment o'er my foothed fenfe $ 
 Dd
 
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 Nor tangled woodbines balmy bloom, 
 Nor grafs befprent to breathe perfume : 
 Nor lurking wild- thyme's fpicy fweet 
 To bathe in dew my roving feet : 
 Nor wants there note of Philomtl, 
 Nor found of diftant-tinkling bell : 
 Nor lowings faint of herds remote, 
 Nor maftiff's bark from bofom'd cot : 
 Ruftle the breezes lightly borne 
 Or deep embattel'd ears of corn : 
 Round ancient elm, with humming noife, 
 Full loud the chaffer- fwarms rejoice. 
 Meantime, a thoufand dies inveft 
 The ruby chambers of the Weft ! 
 That all aflant the village tow'r 
 A mild reflected radiance pour, 
 While, with the level -ft reaming rays 
 Far feen its arched windows blaze : 
 And the tall grove's green top is dight 
 In ruffe t tints, and gleams of light :
 
 that the gay fcene by degrees 
 ithes my blithe heart in extafies ; 
 
 Fancy to my ravim'd fight 
 'ourtrays her .kindred vifions bright, 
 it length the parting light fubdues 
 [y foften'd foul to calmer views, 
 d fainter mapes of penfive joy, 
 twilight dawns, my mind employ, 
 "ill from the path I fondly ilray 
 mufings lapt, nor heed the way ; 
 r andering thro' the landfcape (till, 
 "ill Melancholy has her fill ; 
 id on each mofs-wove border damp, 
 'he glow-worm hangs his fairy lamp. 
 
 But when the Sun, at noon-tide hour, 
 throned in his higheft tow'r j 
 heart-rejoicing Goddefs, lead 
 Po the tann'd hay-cock in the mead..: 
 
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 [ 204 ] 
 
 To mix in rural mood among 
 
 The nymphs and fwains, a bufy throngs 
 
 Or, as the tepid odours breathe, 
 
 The ruffet piles to lean beneath : 
 
 There as my liftlefs limbs are thrown 
 
 On couch more foft than palace down j 
 
 I Men to the bufy found 
 
 Of mirth and toil that hums around $ 
 
 And fee the team mrill- tinkling pafs. 
 
 Alternate o'er the furrow'd grafs. 
 
 But ever, after fummer-fhow'r. 
 When the bright fun's returning pow'r, 
 With laughing beam has chas'd the florm^ 
 And chear'd reviving Nature's form j 
 Sy fweet-brier hedges, bath'd in dew, 
 Let me my wholefome path purfue; 
 There ifluing forth the frequent fnail/ 
 Wears the dank way with flimy trail,
 
 f 
 
 While as I walk, from pearled bufh, 
 The funny-fparkling drop I brufli; 
 And all the landfcape fair I view 
 Clad in robe of frefherihue : 
 And fo loud the black-bird iingg, 
 [That far and near the vajley rings. 
 From fhelter deep of maggy rock 
 The mepherd drives his joyful flock ; - -..- : 
 From bowering beech, the mower blithe 
 With new-born vigour grafps the fey the $ 
 i (While o'er the fmooth unbounded meads 
 'Bis- lafl faint gleam the rainbow fpreads* 
 
 i But ever againft refllefs heat, 
 ; Sear me to the rock-arch'4 feat, 
 iO'erwhofe dim mouth an ivy'd oak 
 Hangs nodding from the low-brow'd rock 5 
 Haunted by that chafte nymph alone, 
 i/Vhofe waters cleave the fmoothed flone ;
 
 [ ao6 ] 
 
 Which, as they gufh upon the ground, 
 Still fcatter mifty dews around : 
 A ruftic, wild, grotefque alcove, 
 Its fide with mantling woodbines wove $ 
 Cool as the cave where Clio dwells, 
 Whence Helicon's frelh fountain wells ; 
 Or noon-tide grot where Sylvan deeps 
 In hoar Lyceum's piny fleeps. 
 
 Me, Goddefs, in fuch cavern lay, 
 While all without is fcorch'd in day ; 
 Sore fighs the weary fwain, beneath 
 His with'ring hawthorn on the heath ; 
 The drooping hedger wifhes eve, 
 In vain, of labour (hort reprieve ! 
 Meantime, on Afric's glowing fands 
 Smote with keen heat, the trav'ler ftands : 
 Low finks his heart, while round his eye 
 Meafures the fcenes that boundlefs lie,
 
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 Ne'er yet by foot of mortal worn, 
 Where Thirft, wan pilgrim, walks forlorn, 
 plow does he wifh fome cooling wave 
 To flake his lips, or limbs to lave ! 
 And thinks, in every whifper low, 
 He hears a burfting fountain flow. 
 
 Or bear me to yon antique wood, 
 Dim temple of fage Solitude ! 
 There within a nook moft dark, 
 Where none my mufing mood may mark ; 
 Let me in many a whifper'd rite 
 The Genius old of Greece invite, 
 With that fair wreath my brows to bind, 
 Which for his chofen imps he twin'd, 
 Well nurtur'd in Pierian lore, 
 
 On clear IlhTus laureate fhore. 
 
 j 
 Till high on waving neft reclin'd, 
 
 The raven wakes my tranced mind !
 
 [ 208 J 
 
 Or to the foreft-fringed vale, 
 Where widow'd turtles love to waily 
 Where cowflips clad in mantle meek, 
 Nod their tall heads to breezes weak : 
 In the midft, with fedges grey 
 Crown'd, a fcant riv'let winds its way, 
 And trembling thro' the weedy wreaths, 
 Around an oozy fremnefs breathes. 
 O'er the folitary green, 
 Nor cot, nor loitering hind is feen J 
 Nor aught alarms the mute repofe, 
 Save that by fits an heifer lows : 
 A fcene might tempt fome peaceful Sage 
 To rear him a lone hermitage ; 
 Fit place his penfive eld might chufe 
 On virtue's holy lore to mufe. 
 
 Yet ftill the fultry noon t* appeafe 
 Some more romantic feene might pleafe *
 
 Or fairy bank, or magic lawn, 
 By Spenfer's laviQi pencil drawn, 
 Or bow'r in Vallambrofa's fhade, 
 ? By legendary pens pourtray'cl. 
 | Hafte let me fhroud from painful light, 
 I On that hoar hill's aerial height, 
 I In folemn flate, where waving wide, 
 ; Thick pines with darkening umbrage hide. 
 The rugged vaults, and riven tow'rs 
 Of that proud cattle's painted bow'rs, 
 liWhence HARDYKNUTE, a baron bold, 
 Wn Scotland's martial days of old, 
 i Defcended from the flately feaft, 
 t Begirt with many a warrior gueft, 
 j.To quell the pride of Norway's king, 
 With quiv'ring lance ^nd twanging firing. 
 As thro' the caverns dim I wind, 
 Might I that holy legend find, 
 By fairies fpelt in myftic rhymes, 
 To teach enquiring later times, 
 Ee
 
 [ 210 ] 
 
 What open force, or fecret guile, 
 Daih'd into duft the folemn pile. 
 
 But when mild Morn in faffron ftolc 
 Firft iffues from her eaflern goal, 
 Let not my due feet fail to elimb 
 Some breezy fummit's brow fublime, 
 Whence Nature's univerfal face, 
 Illumin'd-fmiles with new-born grace j 
 The mifty ftreams that wind below, 
 With filver-fparkling luftre glow ; ' ; :i 
 
 The -groves and caftled cliffs appear 
 
 Inverted all in radiance clear ; 
 
 O ! every village charm beneath ! 
 
 The fmoke that mounts in azure wreath ! 
 
 O beauteous, rural interchange ! 
 
 The fimple fpire, and elmy grange ! 
 
 CONTENT, indulging blifsful hours, 
 
 Whiftles o'er the fragrant flow'rs,
 
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 And cattle rouz'd to pafture new, 
 Shake jocund from their fides the dew* 
 
 'Tis thgu, alone, O SUMMER mild, 
 Canft bid me carol wood-notes wild : 
 r hene'er I view thy genial fcenes ; 
 ty waving woods, embroider'd greens j 
 r hat fires within my bofom wake, 
 How glows my mind the reed to take ! 
 r hat charms like thine the mufe can call* 
 1th whom 'tis youth and laughter all ; 
 r ith whom each field's a paradife, 
 ind all the globe a bow'r of blifs ! 
 
 'ith thee converfing* all the day, 
 
 \ 
 meditate my lightfome lay* 
 
 lefe pedant cloifters let me leave> 
 "o breathe my votive fong at eve. 
 valleys where mild whifpers ufe ; 
 made and flream, to court the mufe j
 
 t 
 
 While wand'ring o'er the brook's dim verge, 
 I hear the flock-dove's dying dirge. 
 
 But when life's bufier fcene is o'er, 
 And Age fhall give the trefles hoar, 
 I'd fly foft Luxury's marble dome, 
 And make an humble thatch my home, 
 Which Hoping hills around enclofe, 
 Where many a beech and brown oak grows ; 
 Beneath whofe dark and branching bow'rs 
 It's tides a far-fam'd river pours : 
 By Nature's beauties taught to pleafe, 
 Sweet Tufculane of rural eafe ! 
 Still grot of Peace ! in lowly flied 
 Who loves to reft her gentle head. 
 For not the fcenes of Attic art 
 Can comfort care, or footh the heart : 
 Nor burning cheek, nor wakeful eye, 
 For gold, and Tyrian purple fly.
 
 Thither, kind Heav'n, in pity lent, 
 Send me a little, and content j 
 I The faithful friend, and chearful night, 
 The focial fcene of dear delight : 
 j The confcience pure, the temper gay, 
 iThe mufing eve, and idle day. . 
 
 i Give me beneath cool fhades to fit, 
 
 t 
 
 j Rapt with the charms of claffic wit : 
 ITo catch the bold heroic flame, 
 IjThat built immortal Graecia's fame. 
 jiNor let me fail, meantime, to raife 
 The folemn fong to Britain's praife : 
 IiTo fpurn the fhepherd's fimple reeds 
 J And paint heroic ancient deeds : 
 f To chant fam'd ARTHUR'S magic tale, 
 And EDWARD, ftern in fable mail. 
 Or wand'ring BRUTUS' lawlefs doom, 
 Or brave BON DUG A, fcourge of Rome.
 
 r 
 
 O ever to Avert Poefy, 
 Let me live true votary ! 
 She ihall lead me by the hand, 
 Queen of fweet fmiles, and folace bland ! 
 She from her precious flores fhall fhed 
 Ambrofial flow'r^ts o'er my head : 
 She, from my tender youthful cheek, 
 Can wipe, with lenient finger meek, 
 The fecret and unpitied tear, 
 Which ftill I drop in darknefs drear. 
 She fhall be my blooming bride, 
 With her, as years fucceflive glide, 
 I'll hold divineft dalliance, 
 For ever held in holy trance.
 
 ODE 
 
 FOR 
 
 MUSIC, 
 
 AS PERFORMED AT THE 
 
 ^HEATRE IN OXFORD, 
 
 ON THE SECOND OF JULY 1751. 
 BEING THE ANNIVERSARY APPOINTED BY 
 
 LHE LATE LORD CREW, BISHOP OF DURHAM, 
 
 FOR. THE COMMEMORATION OF 
 
 BENEFACTORS TO THE UNIVERSITY.
 
 guique facer dotes cafli* dum vita manebat^ 
 uique fii vates, & Pbcebo digna locuti; 
 Jnventas aut qui vitam excoluere per artes^ 
 Quique fui memores olios fecere merendo > 
 Omnibus /> *- V|RG|L,
 
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 ODE 
 
 FOR 
 
 MUSIC 
 I. 
 
 WHERE fhaii the MU&, that on 
 
 the facred fhell, 
 
 Of men in arts and arms renown'd, 
 The folemn ftrain delights to fwell j 
 Oh ! where ihall Clio chufe a race, 
 Yhom Fame with every laurel, every grace, 
 ,ike thofe of Albion's envied ifle,,has crown'd? 
 Daughter and miftrefs of the fea, Chorus* 
 
 All-honour'd Albion hail \ 
 
 Vhere'er thy Commerce fpreads the fwelling fail, 
 Ne'er (hall me find a land like thee, , 
 So brave, fo learned, and fo free ; 
 All-honour'd Albion hail ! 
 F f
 
 [ 218 ] 
 
 II. 
 
 Redt. But in this princely land of all that's good an 
 
 great, 
 
 Would Clio feek the moll diftinguifh'd fea^ 
 Moft.bleft, where all is fo fublimely bleftJ 
 That with fuperior grace o'erlooks the reij 
 Like a rich gem in circling gold enfhrin'dj 
 Air 7. Where Ifis' waters wind 
 
 Along the fweeteft {hore, 
 That ever felt fair Culture's hands, 
 Or Spring's embroider'd mantle -wore, I 
 Lo ! where majeftic OXFORD flands; 
 Chorus. Virtue's awful throne ! 
 
 Wifdom's immortal fource ! 
 Recit. Thee well her beft belov'd may boafting AlbioJ 
 
 own, 
 
 Whence each fair purpofe of ingenuous praif] 
 
 All that in thought or deed divine is deem'ifi 
 
 In one unbounded tide, one unremitted courf i 
 
 From age to age has ftill fucceffive ftream'u
 
 t 219 ] 
 
 f Where Learning and where Liberty have nurft, 
 I For thofe that in their ranks have {hone the firft, 
 heir moil luxuriant growth of ever-blooming bays. 
 
 III. 
 
 ancient days, when She, the Queen { 
 endu'd 
 
 With more than female fortitude, 
 < 
 iduca led her painted ranks to fight ; 
 
 times, in adamantine arms array'd, 
 
 as defcended from the realms of light, 
 
 >erial BritoneiTe ! thy kindred aid. 
 
 once, all-glowing from the well-fought day, 
 
 The Goddefs fought a cooling ftream, 
 chance, inviting with their glafly gleam, 
 r Ifis' waters flow'd not far away. 
 Eager me view'd the wave, 
 
 On the cool bank me bar'd her breaft, 
 the foft gale her locks ambrofial gave ; 
 
 And thus the watry nymph addreil. 
 
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 [ 220 ] 
 
 4i r a, Hear, gentle nymph, whoe'er thou art, 
 " Thy fweet refrefhing ftores impart : 
 " A goddefs from thy mofly brink 
 Afks of thy cryftal flream to drink : 
 Lo ! Pallas aiks the friendly gift; 
 " Thy coral-crowned trefTes lift, 
 " Rife from the wave, propitious pow'r, 
 < O liflen from thy pearly bow'r," 
 
 IV. 
 Redt. Her accents Ifis' calm attention caught, 
 
 As lonefome, in her fecret cell, 
 In ever-varying hues, as mimic fancy taug] 
 
 She rang'd the many-tin&ur'd fhell : 
 Then from her work arofe the Nais mild; 
 Air 111. She rofe, and fweetly fmil'd 
 
 With many a lovely look, 
 That whifper'd foft cpnfent : 
 Redt. She fmil'd, and gave the goddefs in her fl( 
 
 To dip her cafque, tho' dy'd in recent blood $ 
 While Pallas, as the boon {he took, 
 
 lood
 
 [ 221 ] 
 
 Thus pour'd the grateful fentiment. 
 " For this, thy flood the faireft name Air 17. 
 " Of all Britannia's ftreams fliall glide, 
 " Beft fav'rite of the fons of fame, 
 " Of every tuneful breaft the pride : 
 " For on thy borders, bounteous queen, 
 " Where now the cowflip paints the green 
 
 " With unregarded grace, 
 " Her wanton herds where nature feeds, 
 " As lonefome o'er the breezy reeds 
 
 " She bends her filent pace ; 
 " Lo ! there, to wifdom's Goddefs dear, 
 " A far-fam'd City mall her turrets rear, 
 " There all her force fliall Pallas prove -, 
 " Of claflic, leaf with every crown, 
 " Each olive, meed of old renown, 
 " Each ancient wreath, which Athens 
 
 wove, 
 " I'll bid her blooming bow'rs abound;
 
 [ 222 ] 
 
 " And Oxford's facred feats {hall towY 
 " To thee, mild Nais of the flood, 
 *' The trophy of my gratitude ! 
 The temple of my pow'r I" 
 
 V. 
 Nor was the pious promife vain ; 
 
 Soon illuftrious Alfred came, 
 And pitch'd fair Wifdom's tent on Ifis' plenteous plain. 
 
 Alfred, on thee mall all the Mufes wait, 
 /aL.J Alfred ' majeftic name, 
 
 Of all our praife the fpring ! 
 Thee all thy fons fhall fing,- 
 . Deck'd with the martial and the civic wreath: 
 In notes moft awful mall the trumpet breath 
 Tothee, GREAT ROMULUS of Learning's richeftftate. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Recit. Nor Alfred's bounteous hand alone, 
 Oxford, thy rifmg temples own : 
 Soon many a fage munificent,
 
 [ "3 ] 
 
 The prince, the prelate, laurel-crowned croud, 
 
 Their ample bounty lent 
 To build the beauteous monument, 
 That Pallas vow'd. 
 
 And now me lifts her head fublime, J *"' 
 
 \ Auompi 
 
 Majeftic in the mofs of time ; 
 Nor wants there Graecia's better part, 
 'Mid the proud piles of ancient art, 
 Whofe fretted fpires, with ruder hand, 
 Wainflet and Wickham bravely plan'd ; 
 Nor decent Doric to difpenfe 
 New charms 'mid old magnificence j 
 And here and there foft Corinth weaves 
 Her dedal coronet of leaves 5 
 Lrf. While, as with rival pride their tow'rs invade 
 
 the fky, 
 
 Radcliffe and Bodley feem to vie, 
 Which fhall deferve the foremofl place, 
 Or Gothic ftrength, or Attic grace.
 
 VII. 
 
 Redt. O Ifis ! ever will I chant thy praife : 
 
 Not that thy fons have flruck the golden lyr 
 With hands moil fkilful -, have their brow 
 
 entwin'd 
 
 With every faireft flower of Helicon, 
 The fweeteft fwans of all th' harmonious! 
 
 choir -, 
 
 And bade the mufing mind 
 Of every fcience pierce the pathlefs ways, 
 And from the reft the wreath of wifdom woi 
 Air VL But that thy fons have dar'd to feel 
 For Freedom's caufe a facred zeal ; 
 With Britifh breaft, and patriot pride, 
 Have ftill Corruption's cup defy'd ; 
 In dangerous days untaught to fear, 
 Have held the name of honour dear. 
 
 VIII. 
 Redt. But chief on this illuftrious day, 
 
 The Mufe her loiideft Paeans loves to pay.
 
 Erewhile fhe ftrove with accents weak 
 In vain to build the lofty rhyme ; 
 At length, by better days of bounty cheer'd, w^ 
 
 She dares unfold her wing. 
 Hail hour of tranfport moft fublime I Air Vll. 
 
 In which, the man rever'd. 
 Immortal CREW commands to fing, 
 And gives the pipe to breathe, the firing to fpeak. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Bleft prelate, hail ! Chorus. 
 
 Moft pious patron, moft triumphant theme ! 
 
 From whofe aufpicious hand 
 On Ifis' tow'rs new beauties beam, 
 New praife her NURSING FATHERS gain \ 
 Immortal CREW ! 
 Bleft prelate hail ! 
 
 E'en now fir'd fancy fees thee lead Refit. 
 To Fame's high-feated fane 
 
 The fhouting band ! 
 Q'er every hallowed head 
 Gg
 
 Fame's choiceft wreaths fhe fees thee fpread : 
 Alfred fuperior fmiles the folemn fcene to view \ 
 Air VIII. And bids the Goddefs lift 
 
 Her loudeft trumpet to proclaim, 
 O CREW, thy confecrated gift, 
 And echo with his own in focial grains thy name. 
 
 [Chorus repeated* 

 
 " 
 
 . 
 
 ODE 
 
 FOR THE 
 
 NEW YEAR, 1786*. 
 
 I. 
 
 I J E A R to Jove, a genial ifle, 
 Crowns the broad Atlantic wave ; 
 The feafons there in mild aflemblage fmile, 
 And vernal bloflbms clothe the fruitful prime : 
 " There, in many a fragrant cave, 
 " Dwell the Spirits of the brave, 
 And braid with amaranth their brows fublime." 
 So feign'd the Grecian bards, of yore ; . 
 veil'd in Fable's fancy-woven vefl 
 
 A vifionary more, 
 
 That faintly gleam'd on their prophetic eye 
 Through the dark volume of futurity : 
 Nor knew that in the bright attire they dreft 
 
 Albion, the green-hair'd heroine of the Weft $ 
 
 * The Author being Poet Laureate.
 
 [ 228 ] 
 
 Ere yet /he claim'd old Ocean's high command, 
 And fnatch'd the trident from the Tyrant's hand. 
 
 n. 
 
 Vainly flow'd the myftic rhyme ? 
 
 Mark the deeds from age to age, 
 
 That fill her trqphy-pictur'd page : 
 
 And fee, with all its flrejigth, untam'd by time, 
 Still glows her valour's veteran rage, 
 O'er Calpe's cliffs, and fleepy tow'rs, 
 When flream'd the red fulphureous mowers, 
 
 And Death's own hand the dread artillery threw -, 
 While far along the midnight main 
 
 Its glaring arch the flaming volley drew : 
 How triumph'd Eliott's patient train, 
 Baffling their vain confederate foes ! 
 
 And met the unwonted right's terrific form j 
 
 And hurling back the burning war, arofe 
 Superior to the fiery florin ! 

 
 III. 
 
 Is there an ocean, that forgets to roll 
 Beneath the torpid pole ? 
 
 Nor to the brooding tempeft heaves ? 
 (Her hardy keel the ftubborn billow cleaves. 
 [The rugged Neptune of the wintry brine 
 In vain his adamantine breaft-plate wears : " 
 
 To fearch coy Nature's guarded mine, 
 phe burfts the barriers of th' indignant ice ; 
 O'er funlefs bays the beam of Science bears i-. 
 knd rouzing far around the polar fleep^ [^13 
 
 Where Drake's bold enfigns fear'd to fweep, 
 phe fees new nations flock to fome fell facrifice. 
 
 She fpeeds, at George's fage command, 
 
 Society from deep to deep, 
 
 And zone to zone me binds ; 
 From more to fhore, o'er every land, 
 
 The golden chain of commerce winds.
 
 IV. 
 
 Meantime her patriot-cares explore 
 Her own rich woof's exhauftlefs ftore ; 
 Her native fleece new fervour feels, 
 And wakens all its whirling wheels. 
 And mocks the rainbow's radiant dye ; 
 More wide the labours of the loom {he fpreads, 
 In firmer bands domeftic commerce weds, 
 And calls her Sifter-iile to mare the tie : 
 
 Nor heeds the violence that broke 
 From filial realms her old parental yoke ! 
 
 V. 
 
 Her cities, throng'd with many an Attic dome, 
 Alk not the banner'd baftion, mafly proof; 
 Firm as the caftle's feudal roof, 
 
 Stands the Briton's focial home. 
 Hear, Gaul, of England's liberty the lot ! 
 Right, Order, Law, protect her fimpleft plain ; 
 Nor fcorn to guard the mepherd's nightly fold,
 
 And watch around the foreft cot. 
 With confcious certainty, the fwain 
 Gives to the ground his trufted grain, 
 With eager hope the reddening harveft eyes ; 
 And claims the ripe autumnal gold, 
 e meed of toil, of induftry the prize, 
 or ours the King, who boafts a parent's praife, 
 Whofe hand the people's fceptre fways ; 
 rs is the Senate, not a fpecious name, 
 ofe a&ive *plans pervade the civil frame 5 
 r here bold debate its noblefl war difplays, 
 d, in the kindling flrife, unlocks the tide 
 manliefl eloquence, and rolls the torrent wide, 
 
 VI. 
 
 Hence then, each vain complaint, away, 
 JEach captious doubt, and cautious fear ! 
 
 Nor blafl the new-born year, 
 'hat anxious waits the fpring's flow-noting ray : 
 or deem that Albion's honours ceafe tp bloom.
 
 With candid glance, th' impartial Mufe 
 
 Invok'd on this aufpicious morn, 
 The prefent fcans, the diftant fcene purfues, 
 And breaks Opinion's fpeculative gloom : 
 Interpreter of ages yet unborn, 
 Full right me fpells the characters of Fate, 
 That- Albion ftill fhall keep her wonted ftate ! 
 
 Still, in eternal ftory, mine, 
 
 Of Vidlory the fea-beat fhrine ; 
 
 The fource of every fplendid art, 
 Of old, of future worlds, the univerfal mart.
 
 t 
 
 ODE 
 
 FOR HIS 
 
 MAJESTY'S BIRTH-DAY, JUNE 4, 1786, 
 
 I. 
 
 W HEN Freedom nurs'd her native fire 
 tin ancient Greece, and rul'd the lyre 5 
 ier bards, difdainful, from the tyrant's brow 
 
 The tinfel gifts of flattery tore; 
 !ut paid to guiltlefs power their willing vow : 
 
 And to the throne of virtuous kings, 
 "empering the tone of their vindictive firings, 
 From truth's unproftituted (here, 
 be fragrant wreath of gratulation bore* 
 II. Y *:i 
 
 fwas thus Alceus fmote the manly chord $ 
 And Pindar on the : Periian. Lord 
 His notes of indignation hurl'd, 
 id fpurn'd the minftrel flaves of eaftern fway, 
 ? rom trembling Thebes extorting confcious fhamej 
 H h
 
 [ 234 3 
 
 But o'er the diadem, by Freedom's flame 
 IHum'd, the banner of renown unfurl'd : 
 
 Thus to his Hiero decreed, 
 'Mongft the bold chieftains of the Pythian game, 
 The brighter! verdure of Caftalia's bay ; 
 
 And gave an ampler meed 
 Of Pifan palms, than in the field of Fame 
 Were wont to crown the car's victorious fpeed : 
 And hail'd his fcepter'd champion's patriot zeal, 
 Who mix'd the monarch's with the people's weal 5 
 
 From civil plans who claim'd applaufe, 
 And train'd obedient realms to Spartan laws. 
 
 III. 
 And he, fweet matter of the Doric oat, 
 
 Theocritus, forfook awhile 
 
 The graces of his paftoral ifle, 
 
 The lowing vale, the bleating cote, 
 
 The clufters on the funny fleep, 
 
 And Pan's own umbrage, dark and deep,
 
 [ 235 1 
 
 The caverns hung with ivy-twine, 
 The cliffs that wav'd with oak and pine, 
 And Etna's hoar romantic pile : 
 And caught the bold Homeric note, 
 In ftately founds exalting high 
 The reign of bounteous Ptolemy r 
 Like the plenty-teeming tide 
 Of his own Nile's redundant flood, 
 O'er the cheer'd nations, far and wide, 
 
 DifFuilng opulence, and public good : 
 While in the richly-warbled lays 
 Was blended Berenice's name, 
 Pattern fair of female fame, 
 Softening with domeflic life 
 
 i Imperial fplendour's dazzling rays, 
 The queen, the mother, and the wife 1 
 IV. 
 
 To deck with honour due this feflal day, 
 
 for a ftrain from thefe fublimer bards ! 
 
 Hh2
 
 Who free to grant, yet fearlefs to refufe 
 Their awful fufFrage, with impartial aim 
 Invok'd the jealous panegyric Mufe ; 
 Nor, but to genuine worth's feverer claim, 
 
 Their proud diftinction deign'd to pay, 
 Stern arbiters of glory's bright awards ! 
 For peerlefs bards like thefe alone, 
 The bards of Greece might beft adorn, 
 With feemly fong, the Monarch's natal morn 3 
 Who, thron'd in the magnificence of peace, 
 Rivals their richeft regal theme : 
 Who rules a people like their own, 
 Jn arms, in polim'd arts fupreme 3 
 Who bids his Britain vie with Greece.
 
 t 237 ] 
 
 ODE 
 
 FOR THE 
 
 NEW YEAR, 1787, 
 
 L 
 
 JL N rough magnificence array'd, 
 
 When ancient Chivalry difplay'd 
 
 The pomp of her heroic games ; 
 
 And crefted chiefs, and tiffued dames, 
 
 Aflembled, at the clarion's call, 
 
 In fome proud caftle's high-arch'd hall, 
 \> grace romantic glory's genial rites : 
 Lflbciate of the gorgeous feftival, 
 j The Minftrel ftruck his kindred firing, 
 
 And told of many a fteel-clad king, 
 IVho to the turney train*d his hardy knights j 
 
 Or bore the radiant redcrofs ihield 
 
 Mid the bold peers of Salem' s field ; 
 
 Who travers'd pagan climes to quell 
 
 The wifard foe's terrific fpellj
 
 In rude affrays untaught to fear 
 The Saracen's gigantic fpear. 
 The liftening champions felt the fabling rhime 
 With fairy trappings fraught, and fhook their plum 
 fublime. / 
 
 II. 
 
 Such were the themes of regal praife 
 Dear to the Bard of elder days , 
 The fongs, to favage virtue dear, 
 That won of yore the public ear ! 
 Ere Polity, fedate and fage, 
 Had quench'd the fires of feudal rage, 
 Had ftemm'd the torrent of eternal ilrife, 
 And charm'd to reft an unrelenting age.- 
 
 No more, in formidable ftate, 
 t The caftle fhuts its thundering gate ; 
 New colours fuit the fcenes of foften'd life ; 
 No more, beftriding barbed fteeds, 
 Adventurous Valour idly bleeds ;
 
 I *39 ] 
 
 . 
 And now the Bard in alter'd tones, 
 
 A theme of worthier triumph owns ; 
 By focial imagery beguil'd, 
 He moulds his harp to manners mild ; 
 Nor longer weaves the wreath of war alone, 
 for hails the hoftile forms that grac'd the Gothic 
 ( throne. 
 
 III. 
 
 And now he tunes his plaufive lay 
 To Kings, who plant the civic bay ; 
 Who choofe the patriot fovereign's part, 
 Diffufing commerce, peace, and art ; 
 Who fpread the virtuous pattern wide, 
 And triumph in a nation's pride : 
 [Vho feek coy Science in her cloifter'd nook, 
 !Vhere Thames, yet rural, rolls an artlefs tide; 
 
 Who love to view the vale divine *, 
 \ Where revel Nature and the Nine, 
 
 cluftering towers the tufted grove o'erlook ; 
 
 f Nunchanij near Oxford.
 
 To Kings, who rule a filial land, 
 Who claim a People's vows and pray'rs, 
 Should Treafon arm the weakeft hand ! 
 To Thefe, his heart-felt praife he bears, 
 And with new rapture hafles to greet 
 This feflal morn, that longs to meet, 
 With luckieft aufpices, the laughing fpring; 
 And opes her glad career, with bleflings on her win:;
 
 ODE 
 
 ON HIS 
 
 MAJESTY'S BIRTH-DAY, JUNE 4, 1787. 
 i. 
 
 JL H E nobleft Bards of Albion's choir 
 Have ftruck of old this feftal lyre. 
 f Ere Science, ilruggling oft in vain, 
 
 Had dar'd to break her Gothic chain, 
 Victorious Edward gave the vernal bough 
 Of Britain's bay to bloom on Chaucer's brow : 
 Fir'd with the gift, he chang'd to founds fublime 
 His Norman minftrelfy's difcordant chime; 
 In tones majeftic hence he told 
 The banquet of Cambufcan bold ; 
 And oft he fung (howe'er the rhyme 
 Has moulder'd to the touch of time) 
 His martial matter's knightly. board, 
 And Arthur's ancient rites reftor'd ; 
 The prince in fable fleel that fternly frown 'd, 
 nd Gallia's captive king, andCrefTy's wreathjenown'i 
 li
 
 II. 
 
 Won from the fhepherd's fimple meed, 
 The whifpers wild of Mulla's reed. 
 Sage Spenfer wak'd his lofty lay 
 To grace Eliza's golden fway : 
 O'er the proud theme new luftre to rfiffufe, 
 He chofe the gorgeous allegoric Mufe, 
 And call'd to life old Uther's elfin tale, 
 And rov'd thro* many a necromantic vale, 
 Pourtraying chiefs that knew to tame 
 The goblin's ire, the dragon's flame, 
 To pierce the dark enchanted hall, 
 Where Virtue fate in lonely thrall. 
 From fabling Fancy's inmofl ftore 
 A rich romantic robe he bore ; 
 A veil with vifionary trappings hung, 
 And o'er his virgin-queen the fairy texture flung.
 
 [ 243 ] 
 
 
 III. 
 
 At length the matchlefs Dryden came, 
 To light the Mufes' clearer flame ; 
 To lofty numbers grace to lend, 
 And ftrength with melody to blend ; 
 
 To triumph in the bold career of fong, 
 
 f 
 
 And roll th' unwearied energy along. 
 
 Does the mean incenfe of promifcuous praife, 
 
 Does fervile fear, difgrace his regal bays ? 
 I fpurn his panegyric firings, 
 His partial homage, tun'd to kings ! 
 Be mine, to catch his manlier chord, 
 That paints th' impaffion'd Perfian lord, 
 By glory fir'd, to pity fu'd, 
 Rouz'd to revenge, by love fubdu'd ; 
 
 And ftill, with tranfport new, the ftrains to trace 
 rhat chant the Theban pair, and Tancred's deadly 
 vafe, 
 
 liz
 
 [ 244 I 
 
 IV. 
 
 Had thefe bleft Bards been call'd, to pay 
 The vows of this aufpicious day, 
 Each had confefs'd a fairer throne, 
 A mightier fovereign than his own ! 
 Chaucer had bade his hero-monarch yield 
 The martial fame of Crefly's well-fought field 
 To peaceful prowefs, and the conquefts calm, 
 That braid the fceptre with the patriot's palm ; 
 His chaplets of fantaftic bloom, 
 His colourings, warm from Fidlion's loom, 
 Spenfer had caft in fcorn away, 
 And deck'd with truth alone the lay - t 
 All real here, the Bard had feen 
 The glories of his piftur'd Queen ! 
 The tuneful Dryden had not flatter'd here, 
 His lyre had blamelefs been, his tribute all fincere!- 1
 
 t 
 I O D E 
 
 ?OR .THE NEW YEAR, 1788. 
 I. 
 
 IVUDE was the pile, and mafly-proof, 
 
 That firfl uprear'd its haughty roof 
 On Windfor's brow fublime, in warlike ftate : 
 f The Norman tyrant's jealous hand 
 
 The giant-fabric proudly plann'd : 
 
 With recent victory elate, 
 
 " On this majeftic fteep," he cried, 
 1* A regal fortrefs, threatening wide, 
 
 " Shall fpread my terrors to the diftant hills ; 
 Its formidable fhade ihall throw 
 " Far o'er the broad expanfe below, 
 
 " Where winds yon mighty flood, and amply fills 
 
 t . 
 
 ** With flowery verdure, or with golden grain, 
 
 " The faireft fields that deck my new domain ! 
 " And London's towers, that reach the watch- 
 man's eye, [the fky." 
 Shall fee, with confcious awe my bulwark climb
 
 
 II. 
 
 Unchang'd, through many a hardy race, 
 Stood the rough dome in fullen grace ; 
 
 Still on its angry front defiance frown'd : 
 Though monarchs kept their ftate within, 
 Still murmur'd with the martial din 
 The gloomy gateway's arch profound ; 
 And armed forms, in airy rows, 
 Bent o'er the battlements their bows, 
 
 And blood-ftain'4 banners crown'd its hoflile head; 
 And oft its hoary ramparts wore 
 The rugged fears of conflict fore ; 
 
 What time, pavilion'd on the neighbouring mead,: 
 Th' indignant Barons rang'd in bright array 
 Their feudal bands, to curb defpotic fway; 
 And leagu'd a Briton's birthright to reftore 
 From John's relu&ant grafp the roll of freedom bore, 
 
 . . ' " : :* *
 
 [ *47 1 
 
 IIL 
 
 When lo, the king that wreath'd his fhield. 
 With lilies pluck'd on Crefly's field, 
 Heav'd from its bafe the mouldering Norman 
 
 frame ! 
 
 f New glory cloath'd th' exulting fteep, 
 The portals tower'd with ampler fweep ; 
 And Valour's foften'd Genius came, 
 Here held his pomp, and trail'd the pall 
 Of triumph through the trophied hall ; 
 And War was clad awhile in gorgeous weeds ; 
 Amid the martial pageantries, 
 While Beauty's glance adjudg'd the prize, 
 And beam'd fweet influence on heroic deeds. 
 Nor long, ere Henry's holy zeal, to breathe 
 A milder charm upon the fcenes beneath, 
 Rear'd in the watery glade his claffic mrine, 
 od call'd his ftripling-quire, to woo the willing 
 Nine.
 
 IV. 
 
 To this imperial feat to lend 
 Its pride fupreme, and nobly blend 
 Britifh magnificence with Attic art ; 
 Proud Cattle, to thy banner'd bowers, 
 Lo ! Pidture bids her glowing powers 
 Their bold hiftoric groups impart : , 
 She bids th' illuminated pane, 
 Along thy lofty-vaulted fane, 
 Shed the dim blaze of radiance richly clean- 
 Still may fuch arts of Peace engage 
 Their Patron's care I But mould the rage 
 Of war to battle roufe the new-born year, 
 Britain arife, and wake the flumbering fire, 
 Vindictive dart thy quick-rekindling ire ! 
 Or, arm'd to ftrike, in mercy fpare the foe ; 
 And lift thy thundering hand, and then withhold 
 the blow !
 
 [ 249 ] 
 ODE 
 
 ON HIS 
 
 MAJESTY'S BIRTH-DAY, JUNE 4, 1788. 
 
 I. 
 
 VV HAT native Genius taught the Britons bold 
 fo guard their fea-girt cliffs of old ? 
 'Twas Liberty : fhe taught difdain 
 Of death, of Rome's imperial chain, 
 e bade the Druid harp to battle found, 
 tones prophetic, thro 1 the gloom profound 
 forefts hoar, with holy foliage hung ; 
 om grove to grove the pealing prelude rung ; 
 linus call'd his painted tribes around, 
 And, rough with many a veteran fear, 
 vept the pale legions with the fcythed car, 
 While baffled Ca^far fled, to gain 
 n eafier triumph on Pharfalia's plain ; 
 nd left the ftubborn ifle to fland elate 
 midfl a conquer 'd world, in lone majeftic flate ! 
 Kk
 
 II. 
 
 A kindred fpirit foon to Britain's fhorc 
 The fons of Saxon Elva bore j 
 Fraught with th' unconquerable foul, 
 
 .. "= - 
 
 Who died, to drain the warrior-bowl, 
 In that bright Hall, where Odin's Gothic throne 
 With the broad blaze of brandifh'd falchions fhone ; | 
 Where the long roofs rebounded to the din 
 Of fpeclre chiefs, who feafted far" within: 
 Yet, not intent on deathful deeds alone, 
 
 They felt the fires of focial zeal, 
 The peaceful wifdom of the public weal ; 
 
 Though nurs'd in arms and hardy flrife, 
 They knew to frame the plans of temper'd life ; 
 The king's, the people's, balanc'd claims to found 
 On one eternal bafe, indiiTolubly bound. 
 
 III. 
 Sudden, to fhake the Saxons mild domain, 
 
 Rufh'd in rude fwarms the robber Dane,
 
 [ 25' 1 
 
 From frozen wailes, and caverns wild, 
 
 tTo genial England's fcenes beguil'd ; 
 d in his clamorous van exulting came 
 The demons foul of Famine and of Flame : 
 Witnefs the fheep-clad fummits, roughly crown 'd 
 I With many a frowning fofs and airy mound, 
 ! ^Vhich yet his defultory march proclaim I- 
 Nor ceas'd the tide of gore to flow, 
 j Till Alfred's laws allur'd th' inteftine foe -, 
 
 And Harold calm'd his headlong rage 
 ;To brave atchievement, and to counfel fage ; 
 For oft in favage breafts the buried feeds 
 Of brooding virtue live, and freedom's faireft deeds ! 
 
 IV. 
 
 }But fee, triumphant o'er the fouthern wave, 
 The Norman fweeps ! Tho' firft he gave 
 New grace to Britain's naked plain, 
 With Arts and Manners in his train ; 
 And many a fane he rear'd, that Ml fublime 
 In mafiy pomp has mock'd the ftealth of time ; 
 Kk 2
 
 And caflle fair, that, ftript of half its towers, 
 From fome broad fteep in fhatter'd glory lours : 
 Yet brought he flavery from a fofter clime ; 
 
 Each eve, the curfew's notes fevere 
 (That now but foothes the mufing poet's ear) 
 '* At the, new tyrant's ilern command, 
 Warn'd to unwelcome' reft a wakeful land ; 
 While proud Oppreflion o'er the ravifh'd field 
 High rais'd his armed hand, and fhook the feudal 
 fhieJd. 
 
 V. 
 
 Stoop'd then that Freedom to defpotic fway, 
 For which, in many a fierce affray, 
 The Britons bold, the Saxons bled, 
 His Danifh javelins Lefwin led 
 O'er HaiUngs' plain, to ftay the Norman yoke F 
 She felt, but to refift, the fudden ftroke : 
 The tyrant-baron grafp'd the patriot-fteel, 
 And taught the tyrant-king its force to feel; 
 And quick revenge the regal bondage broke. 
 9
 
 \ And ftill, unchang'd and uncontrol'd, 
 ts refcued rights fliall the dread empire hold : 
 I For lo, revering Britain's caufe, 
 
 King new luftre lends to native laws ! 
 fhe facred Sovereign of this feflal day 
 )n Albion's old renown reflects a kindred ray !
 
 M O N S 
 
 CATHARINE, 
 
 PROPE W I NT ONI AM. 
 
 E R 1 1 Catharina jugi qua vertice fummo, 
 Danorum veteres foffas, immania caftra, 
 Et circumdufti fervat veftigia valli ; 
 Wiccamicae mos eft pubi, celebrare palceftras 
 Multiplices, paffimque levi contendere lufu, 
 Fefta dies quoties rediit, conceflaque rite 
 Otia, purpureoque rubentes lumine foles, 
 Invitant, tetricse curas lenire Minerva?, 
 Librorumque moras, et iniqua remittere pen fa. 
 
 Ergo, Cecropia? quales asftare cohortes, 
 Siquando ceras, nondumque tenacia linquunt 
 Mella vagas, luduntque fayis examina miffa, 
 Mox ftudiQ jnajore novos gbitura laboresj
 
 [ 255 1- 
 
 Sgreditur pullatum agmen ; carripofque patentes 
 f)ccupat, ingentifque tenet fpatia ardua clivi. 
 |<Jec mora - f quifque fuos mores, animumque fateri, 
 jngeniumque fequi, propriasque accingier afti. 
 fars aciem inftituunt, et jufto utrinque phalange* 
 prdine, et adverfae pofitis ftant fortibus alae. 
 lif datur, orbiculum metis prohibere propinquis, 
 IraBcipitique levem per gramina mittere lapfu : 
 Ift aliif, quorum pedibus fiducia major, 
 Jxcubias agitare vagas, curfuque citato 
 ^ctari, et jam jam falienti infiftere prasdae; 
 "fque adeo flimulat fapidus globus ire fequaces 
 mcipiti de colle, pilasque volubilis error, 
 jnpete feu valido elatum, et fublime volantem 
 ifpiciunt, pronofque inhiant ex acre lapfus, 
 
 fortiti fortunam oculis ; manibufque paratis 
 
 i . - , -c 
 
 xpedlant propiorem, intercipiuntque caducum. 
 
 At pater Ichinus viridantes, vallibus imis, 
 ia reficit falices, fubdudte in margine rips, 

 
 Pars vegetos nudant artus, et flumina faltu 
 Summa petunt : jamque alternis placidum 
 
 aequor 
 
 In numerum, pedibufque fecant, et remige planta ; 
 Jamque ipfo penitus merguntur gurgite, prono 
 Corpore, fpumantemque lacum fub vertice torquent.1 
 Protinus emerfis, nova gratia crinibus udis 
 Nafcitur, atque oculis fubito micat acribus ignis 
 Laetior, impubefque gens formoiius ardent. 
 
 Interea licitos colles, atque otia jufla, 
 Illi indignantes, ripae ulterioris amore, 
 Longinquos campos, et non fua rura cape/Hint. 
 Sive illos (quae corda folet mortalia paffim) 
 In vetitum mens prona nefas, et iniqua cupido 
 Sollicitet > novitafve trahat dulcedine mira 
 Infuetos tentare per avia pafcua calles : 
 Seu malint fecum obfcuros captare recefTus, 
 Secreto faciles habituri in margine Mufas : 
 Quicquid erit, curfu pavitanti, oculifque retortjs,
 
 ; Fit furtiva via, et fufpectis paffibus itur. 
 f. Nee parvi ftetit ordinibus ceffifle, locumque 
 i DeferuilTc datum, et fignis abiiffe reli&is. 
 
 Quin lufu incerto cernas geftire Minores ; 
 jUfque adeo inftabiles animos nova gaudia lactant ! 
 r Se faltu exercent vario, et luctantur in herba, 
 fclnnocuafve edunt pugnas, aut gramine molli 
 tOtia agunt fufi, clivifque fub omnibus haerent. 
 | Aut Aliquis tereti ductos in marmore gyros 
 ISufpiciens, miratur inextricabile textum ; 
 Sive illic Lemurum populus fub nocte choreas 
 
 Plauferit exiguas, viridefque attriverit herbas ; 
 pive olim paftor fidos defcripferit ignes, 
 
 Verbaque difficili compofta reliquerit orbe, 
 iConfufafque notas, impreffaque cefpite vota. 
 
 At Juvenis, cui funt meliores pedore fenfus, 
 :.Cui cordi rerum fpecies, et daedalus ordo, 
 t tumulum capit, et fublimi vertice folus, 
 
 LI
 
 Qua? late patuere, oculos fert fingula circum. 
 Colle ex oppofito, flaventi campus arifta 
 Aureus, adverfoque refulgent jugera fole : 
 At procul objfcuri fluctus, et rura remotis 
 Indiciis, et disjunctae juga caerula Vectas : 
 Sub pedibus, perfufa uligine pafcua dulci, 
 Et tenues rivi, et /parfis frondentia Tempe 
 Arboribus, faxoque nidi venerabile templum 
 Apparet, media ^riguae convallis in umbra. 
 Turritum, a dextra, patulis caput extulit ulmis 
 Wiccamici domus alma chori, notiffima Mufis : 
 Nee procul ampla aedes, et eodem laeta patrono, 
 Ingens delubrum, centum fublime feneftris, 
 Erigitur, magnaque micant faftigia mole. 
 Hinc atque hinc extat vetus Urbs, olim inclyta bello : 
 Et muri disjedli, et propugnacula lapfa ; 
 Infedique Lares, Ia3vifque palatia dufta 
 Aufpiciis. Nequeunt expleri corda tuendo, 
 Et tacitam permulcet imago plurima mentem.
 
 [ 259 ] 
 
 O felix Puerorum astas, lucefque beatae ! 
 /obis dk quies animis, et triftia vobis 
 NTondum follicitae fubierunt taedk vitas ! 
 in ! vobis rofeo ore falus, curaeque fugaces, 
 t lacrymae, liquando, breves ; dulcefque cachinni, 
 : faciles, ultro nati de peftore, rifus ! 
 /ortunati nimium ! SLtalia conftent 
 audia jam pueris, Ichinum propter amaenum, 
 li ! fedes ambire novas quas tanta cupido eft, 
 otalemque domum, et promiflas Ifidis undas ? 
 >fos ilia licet foecundo flumine lucos 
 ieridum fortunatos, et opima vireta, 
 riget, IliiTo par, aut Permeffidos amni, 
 t centum oilentet fmuofo in margine turres.
 
 [ 260 ] 
 
 SACELLUM COLL. SS. TRIN. OXON 
 INSTAURATUM, 
 
 Suppetias praefertim conferente 
 
 * 
 
 RAD. BATHURST, ejufdem Coll. Prasf. et 
 
 * 
 Ecclefise Welleniis Decano. 
 
 U O cultu renovata dei penetralia, trifli 
 Dudum obdudla fitu, fenioque horrentia longo, 
 Squallorem exuerint veterem, turpefque tenebras j 
 Utque novam faciem, mutataque moenia rite 
 
 Sumpferit inftaurata aedes, fpecieque refurgena 
 
 
 Cxperit infueta prifcum fplendefcere fanum, 
 
 AufpiceBATHURSTo, canimus: Tu, Diva, fecundur 
 Da genkm, et quales ipfi Romana canenti 
 Carmina, Nafonis facilem fuperantia venam, 
 BATHURSTO annueras, Latios concede lepores. 
 
 Quippe ubi jam Graiis moles innixa columnis 
 Erigitur nitida; normam confefla Corinthi, 

 
 Vitruviumque refert juftiffima fabrica verum ; 
 Quaque, Hofpes, vario mirabere culmina fuco 
 Vivida, et ornatos multo molimine muros, 
 Olim cernere erat breviori limite claufum 
 Obfcurumque adytum -, dubiam cui rara feneftra 
 [Admifit lucem, rudibus fufFufa figuris ; 
 iQgale pater pietati olim facrarat avitae 
 [PoPius, et rite antiqua decoraverat arte: 
 |At veteres quondam quicunque infigniit aras 
 rTandem extindtus honos : rerum fortuna fubinde 
 jTot tulerat revoluta vices, et, certior hoflis, 
 Pauktim quafTata fatifcere fecerat aetas 
 'Tedla ruens -> quse nunc et Wrenni daedala dextra, 
 [Et pietas BATHURSTI aequat pulcherrima coelo. 
 
 , Verum age, nee faciks, Hofpes, piget omnia circum 
 iFerre oculos. Adfis ; qualifque ereptus ab undis 
 ^Eneas, Lybicae poftquam fuccefTerat iirbi, 
 Conflitit artificumque manus, operumque laborem 
 Miratus, pidoque in pariete nota per orbem
 
 [ 262 ] 
 
 Bella, fub ingenti colluftrans fingula templo -, 
 Non minus et donis opulentum, et numine plenum 
 Sufpice major! templum, nitidoque receptus 
 Veftibulo, quanti pateant fpe&acula torni 
 Contemplator, et oppofitum caelamine Septum 
 Raro interfufum, quali perluceat arte ! 
 Queis inflexa modigj quo fit perfufa nitore 
 Sculptilis, et nimium confpe&u lubrica cedrus ! 
 At Cancellorum non enarrabile textum, 
 Autumni fpoliis, et multa mefle gravatum, 
 Occupat in medio, et binas demittit in alas 
 Porticus, et plexa praefixis fronde columnis 
 Utrinque incubuit, penetralique oftia fecit. 
 Nee fua pro foribus defunt, fpirantia figna, 
 Fida. fatellitia, atque aditum fervantia tantum : 
 Nonne vides fixos in coelum tollere vultus, 
 Ingentefque Dei monitus haurire, fideli 
 Et calamo Chriflum viduris tradere chartis ? 
 Halat opus, Lebanique refert fragantis odorem.
 
 Perge modo, utque acies ample&ier omnia poffit, 
 fe mediis immitte choris, delubraque carpe 
 nteriora inhians ; quaeque obvia furgere cernis 
 
 aulifper flexo venerans altaria vultu, 
 >ifte gradum, atque oculos refer ad failigia fumma. 
 llic divinos vultus, ardentiaque ora, 
 $obilis expreffit calamus, ccelurtique reclufit. 
 n medio, domita jam morte et vidlor lefus 
 Etherium molitur iter, nebulifque corufcis 
 nfiilens, repetit patrem, intermiflaque fceptra. 
 
 gnofco radiis flagrantia tempora denfis, 
 T'ulneraque ilia (nefas !) quae ligno maxima fixus 
 
 tima fuflulerat fatali : innubilus aether 
 Defuper, et purae vis depluit aurea lucis. 
 It vario, per inane, dei comitatus, amidtu 
 ^eleftes formae, fulgentque infignibus alis. 
 JfHcio credas omnes trepidare fideli : 
 ters fequitur longe, veneraturque ora volantis, 
 'ars aptare humeros Divo, et fubfternere nubes 
 'urpureas, caroque oneri fuccedere gaudent 
 'ertatim, pariturque juvant augentque triumphum.
 
 [ 264 I 
 
 Nee totum in tabula eftculmen: quacoerula claufit 
 Extrema, atque oras pi&uras muniit aurum, 
 Protinus hinc fefe fpecies nitiduTima rerum 
 Utrinque explicuit, caemento ducta fequaci. 
 Tali opifex facilem maflam difponere tra&a 
 Calluit, argillae fecernens uvida fila 
 Mobilis, ut nullas non (int induta figures 
 In quafcunque levis digitus diducere vellet. 
 Nee confufus honos operi ; fecretaque rite 
 Areolam fculptura fuam fibi vindicat omnis. 
 Prima ipfam niveo, circumque fupraque, tabellam 
 Praetexit, finuans alterna volumina, plexu, 
 Frondeaque intortos producit fimbria gyros. 
 Hinc atque hinc patulse pubefcunt vimina palmas 
 Vivaces effufa comas, intextaque pomis 
 Turgidulis, varioque referta umbracula fretu, 
 Cui pleno invideat fubnitens Copia cornu : 
 Hac procuduntur flores, pulcherrima ferta, 
 Qualia vere novo peperit cultiffimus hortus 5 
 Queis vix viva magis, meliufve" effingere novit,
 
 [ 265 ] 
 
 Dextera acu pollens, calathifque aflueta Minervae, 
 Omnes ilia licet, quot parturit Enna, colores 
 Temperet, expediens variis difcrimina fills, 
 \tque auro rigeat dives fubtemen et oftro. 
 \.t ne aciem defle&e, tuendi captus amore. 
 \Tpicis, ut diam nubes refecare columbam, 
 uppofrtis fecitque opifex allabier aris ? 
 ianc circum et Chrifti fatum referentia, fasvas 
 nftrumenta artis, magnique infignia Lethi, 
 Vddidit ; informes contorta cufpide clavos, 
 ianguineas capitis fpinas, crepitantia flagra, 
 pfam etiam, quce membra Dei morientis, et ora 
 d[eu ! collapfa Crucem mundique piacula geflit. 
 
 At qua marmoreis gradibus fe myflica menfa 
 Dubrigit, et dives divini altare cruoris, 
 n, quails murum a tergo praecinxit ami<flus, 
 Dedrinaeque trabes, adverfique asmula Septi 
 Materies, pariterque potentis confcia torni. 
 
 ipfos evade gradus, nee longius abfles, 
 Mm
 
 [. 2 66 ] 
 
 Quin propiore oculo, cupidique indagine vifus, 
 Angliaci explores divinum opus Alcimedorttis : 
 Ne tenues format fugiant, et gratia ligni 
 Exilis pereantque levis vefligia ferri 
 Mollia, fubtiiifque lepos intercidat omnis. 
 Quis fabri dabit infidias, arcanaque ftla, 
 Rimari! Retinent quss vincula textile buxum, 
 Et quales cohibent fufpenfa toreumata nodi ! , 
 Hinc atque hinc crefcit foliorum penfilis umbra, 
 Et partita trahit pronos utrobique corollos, 
 Maturifque riget baccis, et germina pandit : 
 Quales e tereti dependent undique trunco 
 Undantes hederas, et denfis coma fceta con/mbis. 
 Inter opus pennatarum paria alma cherubum 
 Ambrofios lucent crines, impubiaque ora. 
 In fummo veneranda calix, incifaque meflis 
 In fpicam induitirr, turgcntefque uva racemos 
 Rafilis explicuit, facrae libamina coenas. 
 Tale decus nunquam impreffit candenti elephanto, 
 Non Pario lapidi, non flavo Daedalus auro, 
 Quale faber buxo, gracilique in ilipite lufit.
 
 En vero, tumulum ingentem qua proxima claufit 
 Teftudo, prifcae effigies, et tufta propinquis 
 ?Non indigna aris ! Salve, fanctifiime POPI ! 
 Nunc ultro ad cineres ipfius et offa parentis 
 Adfumus: O falve ! neque eniin, pater optime, credo, 
 Elyfias inter fedes, divofque repoflus, 
 
 cum dilecto ducens dia otia MORO *, 
 Negligis ulteriora' pii monumenta laboris, 
 Alterius monumenta manus, et non tua dona. 
 
 e Parens, falveto ! Tuum eft veftigia vulgi 
 K Quod fugiam : Tu das inopis crudelia vita3 
 L Ta^dia folari, afRiclis fpes unica rebus, 
 Et finis Aonidum viridantes ire per hortos. $ 
 
 , pater, et fida tua fada reponere mente, 
 :Et memor afliduas tibi rite refolvere grates, 
 Ora puer dubia fignans intonfa juventa, 
 Confueram, primis et te venerabar ab annis. 
 
 - vano augurio fanftis cunabula Mufis 
 Haec ppfuifli olim, nee fpes fruftrata fefellit 
 
 * D. THOMA MORE, amicofuo fingulari. 
 
 Mm 2
 
 [ 2 68 ] 
 
 Magna animo meditantem, et praEtnia larga ferentem? 
 
 Unde tot Aonia itant ordine tempera Lauro 
 
 Velati, donoque aeternae fr-ondis Alumni. 
 
 ALLENI rerum referans abftrufa fene&us, 
 
 Et torquere fagax rationis lucida tela 
 
 Omnia CHILVORTHUS *, patriofque recludere ritus 
 
 SELDENUS folers, et magnificus SHELDONUS, 
 
 Et juga DENHAMIUS monftrans ignota camaenis: 
 
 Tuque etiam,BATHURSTE,potens et mente manuqu 
 
 Palladis exercere artes, unaque tueri. 
 
 Ergo tibi quoties, POPI, folennia vota 
 
 Rite rependamus, propriofque novemus honores, 
 
 Tuque etiam focias, BATHURSTE, merebere laudes, 
 
 Divifum decus, et lauro cingere fecunda. 
 
 Nee te fola Tuum, licet optima cura, facellum 
 
 Occupat : en ! prope plura facis, nee difpare fumptu, 
 
 Atria moliris ritu concinna recenti, 
 
 SummifTas propter fedes^ majoraque mandas 
 
 Iplius incrementa domus, reficifque Penates. 
 
 * CHILLINWORTH.
 
 Sic ubi, non operofa adeo primordia faffiis, 
 .omulus exiguam muro concluferat urbem, 
 >er tenues primo plateas arx rara micare, 
 [pfaque ftramineo conftabat regia culmo j 
 
 poflquam Auguftus rerum fucceffit habenis, 
 Continue Parji lapidis candentia luce 
 
 refulfere ; et Capitoli immobile faxum 
 r ertice marmoreo ftetit, et laquearibus aureis, 
 
 COLL. TRIN. OXON. 1748,
 
 E X 
 
 EURIPIDIS ANDROMACHE. 
 
 V. 102. 
 
 V>iUM Paris, O Helene, te celfa in Pergama duxit! 
 
 Et mifer illicitos jufnt adire toros, 
 Heu ! non conjugii laeti florentia dona, 
 
 Quin fecum Aledo, Tifiphonemque, tulit, 
 Illius ob Furias, fidens Mars mille carinis 
 
 Te circum rutilis, Troja, dedit facibus ! 
 Jllius ob Furias, cecidifH, care marite, 
 
 He&or ! Achilleis rapte, marite, rotis 1 
 Ipfa autem e thalamis agor ad cava littora ponti, 
 
 Servitii gravida nube adoperta caput. 
 Ah ! mihi quas ftillant lacrymse ! Trojamque, 
 rumque, 
 
 Et foedo fufum in pulvere linquo virum ! 
 Quid juvat ulterius caeli convexa tueri ? 
 
 Scilicet Hermionis fordida ferva feror : 
 Et TheticHs complexa pedes, liquefio, perennis 
 
 Qualis praecipiti quae pluit unda jugo.
 
 pLEAGRI EPITAPHIUM IN UXOREM, 
 
 EX ANTHOLOGIA*. 
 
 VilTTO tibi lacrymas O Heliodora, fub Orcum, 
 In tenebris longe mitto tibi lacrymas. 
 
 Ji trifles lacrymas, libata in flebile buftum 
 Et defiderii dona, et amoris habe ! 
 
 crebro, crebroque, meamque a lumine caflam 
 Defleo ; quae Diti gratia nulla Deo eft. 
 ubi jucundus mihi flofculus ? abftulit Orcus. 
 Faedavit vegetum pulvere germen humus. 
 
 Kiare, terra tuum eft ampledier ofla repoftas 
 Molliter, & fido falva fovere linu. 
 
 * Ucinam, pro fale & acumine, quifcus lautitiis adeo deleclari vide- 
 is recentes portas, fimplex tandem lepos, quo folo jucundif&moque 
 teres utebantur condimento, reflitui pofTit & adhiberi !
 
 t 
 
 ANTIPATRI, EX ANTHOLOGIA 
 
 JtllS natam Antigenes orabat vocibus olim 
 Mvi cum traherit fila fuprema fenex : 
 
 " O Virgo formofa, O dulcis nata, minifter 
 Vitas inopis femper fit tibi cura colus. 
 
 Mox cum te fociarit Hymen, tua maxima dos fit, 
 Te caftae mores matris habere probos." 
 
 CARYPHILLID^, EX ANTHOLOGIA 
 
 JLVJL E A M praeteriens, Viator, urnam, 
 Non eft quod lacryma riges fepultum; 
 Nam nil et mihi mortuo dolendum eft, 
 Conjux una mihi, fuitque fida, 
 Qua cum confenui ; dedique natos 
 Tres in fcedera faufta nuptiarum > 
 Ex queis, faepe mihi in finu tepenti, 
 Sopivi pueros puellulafque : 
 Qui tandem Inferiis mihi relatis, 
 Miiere ambrofios patrem fopores 
 Dormitum, Elyfii virente ripa.
 
 t 
 
 : CALLIMACHI IN CRETHIDA. 
 
 JL/ O C T A eft duke loqui, puellulafque 
 
 
 
 Inter ludere dodla pervenufte ; 
 Te CRETHI, Samis-tuse refpofcunt; 
 Cujus garrulitate mollicella, 
 r Suerant lanifki levare curas. 
 
 At tu furda jaces ; trahifque fomnos 
 Cun&is denique, Crethi, dormiendos ! 
 
 ANTIPATRI, 
 
 EX. MSS. BODLEIANIS ANTHOL. CEPHAL. 
 
 Jtl/ R G O te nitidae decus palaeftrae, 
 
 t 
 
 Te lastum validas labore ludse, 
 Et perfufa oleo videre membra, 
 Nunc, Protarche, pater tegit fepulchro, 
 Congeftifque recondit offa faxis ? 
 Necdum filiola3 modo peremptx 
 N n
 
 [ 274 ] 
 
 Ceffit cura recens, novique luftus 
 Acer funeris, O fidelis uxor, 
 Te praerepta etiam parique fato. 
 At poftquam ferus Orcus haufit, et fpes 
 Et folatia vos gravis fenectae, 
 Hunc vobis lapidem memor reponit. 
 
 VOTUM PA ISM F A C T U M. 
 
 A N T H O L. L. 7. 
 
 1 OUSPENSAM e Platano Telefon tibi, Capripes 
 
 O Pan, 
 
 Pellem villofae dat pia dona, ferae, 
 Curvatamque caput, nodofo e flipite clavam, 
 
 Quae modb depulfi fceda cruore lupi eft. 
 Concretoque apturn lafti mularale, et odoros 
 Queis tenuit claufos, ferrea vincla, canes.
 
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 IN TUMULUM ARCHILOCHI. 
 
 I C eft Archilochus fitus. Veneno 
 Primus novit amara viperino 
 Qui contingere carmina ; et cruore 
 Permefii liquidas notavit undas. 
 Teftis, qui tribus orbus eft puellis, 
 Sufpenfis laqueo truci, Lycambes. 
 Tu cauto pede praeteri viator, 
 Crabones aliter ciebis, ejus 
 Qui bufto fibi condidere nidum. 
 
 * 
 
 A N T I P A T R I, 
 
 EX ANTHOLOGIA. 
 
 U R me paftores foliorum abdi^itis umbra, 
 Me quam dele<flant rofcida rura vagam ? 
 Me quae nympharum fum Mufa ? atque aethere fudo, 
 Hinc recino umbrofis faltubus, inde jugis. 
 
 N R2
 
 En ! turdum et merulam, fi practise tanta cupido eft, 
 
 Quae late fulcos diripuere Satos. 
 Quas vaftant fruges captare & fallere fas eft, 
 
 Rofcida non avidae fufficit herba mihi. 
 
 ANTIPATRI THESSALONICENSIS 
 EPIGR. 
 
 X E verfo properantem hoftili ex agmine tergo, 
 
 Trajecit ferro vindice mater atrox ; 
 Te tua quiE peperit mater : gladiuraque recent! 
 
 Spumantem pueri fanguine crebra rotans, 
 Dentibus & graviter ftridens, quatifque Lacsena, 
 
 Igne retro torquens lumina glauca fero, 
 *' Linque, ait, Eurotam; & fi mors eft dura, fub 
 Orcum 
 
 " EfFuge ; non meus es ; non Lacedgemonius."
 
 EX ANTHOLOGIA. 
 
 L I B. 4. CAP. 33. 
 
 X E trifti mihi nuper, Heraclite, 
 Fato fuccubuifie nunciatum eft ; 
 Quo rumore, mifellus, impotentes 
 Fui in lacrimulas ftatim coadtus : 
 Recordabar enim, loquela ut olim 
 Dulci confueramus ambo longos 
 Soles fallere, fabulifque crebris. 
 Verum, Tu, vetus hofpes, O ubinam 
 Ah dudum in cineres redafte dudum ! 
 Nunc jaces, vetus hofpes, & urbe Carum ? 
 Tux Lufciniae tamen fuperfunt ; 
 Illis, oxnnia qui fibi arrogavit, 
 Haud Pluto injiciet manus rapaces*
 
 E 
 NYMPH. FONT. 
 
 YMPHJE, fonticolae nymphae, quae gurgitis 
 
 hujus 
 
 Sternum rofeo tunditis ima pede : 
 Lyfimachum fervate ! fub alta maxima pinu 
 Numinibus pofuit qui fimulacra tuis. 
 
 SUB IMAGINE PANIS RUDl LAPIDE, 
 
 JLJL 1C flans vertice montium fuprcmd 
 Pan, glaucei nemoris nitere fru^tus 
 Cerno defuper, uberemq[ue fylvam. 
 Quod fi purpureas, viator, uv 
 Te defiderium capit, .roganti 
 Non torum in video tibi racemum. , 
 Quin fi fraude mala quid hinc reportes, 
 Hoc pcenas luito caput bacillo.
 
 HOMER I HYMN US AD PAN A. 
 
 ! tibi, Pan, fummi cojles, et maxima parent ' 
 Culmina, praecipitefque nivali vertice rapes. 
 Tu pater, incedens virgulta per avla, mentem 
 Oblectas lapfu fluviorum lene cadentum. 
 ^ive errare veils per vafta eacumina, magni 
 Unde procul patuere greges, atque otia dia 
 .Paflorum ; capreafve agites indagine denfa, 
 ;Seu redeas fquallens variarum casde ferarum. 
 At fimul ex alto fubluxit vefper Olympo, 
 Tale melos fuavi diffundis arundine, quale 
 Non, Philomek, facis, quoties frondentibus umbris 
 Abdita, vere novo x integras miferabile carmen. 
 Continue properant faciles in carmina Nympha?, 
 [nftaurantque choros ; falt'antibus adfonat Echo. ' 
 In medio Deus ipfe inflexos orbibus orbes 
 
 Infequitur, quatiens maculofe tegmine lyncis : 
 
 % 
 
 Sub pedibufque croci crefcunt, dulcefque hyacinthi, 
 Floribus et variis viridis diftinguitur herba. 
 
 8
 
 Interea cecinere Deum primordia prifca : 
 At primum dixere, ut, Divum nuntius HERMES 
 Venerit Arcadia fines, pecorifquc feraces 
 Formofi campos, et prata recentia rivis. 
 Qua nunc illi are, qua ftant Cyllenia templa. 
 Jllic, divino Iket ingens efTet honore, 
 Pavit oves, nam juflit amor; votifque potitus 
 Egregiam Dryopen in vincla jugalia duxit. 
 Nafcitur hinc proles vifu miranda, bicprnis 
 Capripes ; ipfa novo nutrix exterrita foetu 
 Reftitit, hirfutique infantem cprporis horrens. 
 At pater exultans villofa pelle revindlum 
 Montani leporis puerum, fulgentibus aftris 
 Intulit, et folium Jovis ad fublime locavit, 
 Excipiunt plaufu Superi; fubrifit I'acchus 
 Purpureo vultu, et puerum PAN nomine dixit. 

 
 EX POEMATE DE VOLUPTATIBUS 
 FACULTATIS IMAGINATRICIS*. 
 
 Progenies pulcHerrima coeli! 
 
 Quo tibi fiiccbrum tractu, calamique labore, 
 
 13ivinos ducam vultus, coelefBaque ora ? 
 
 Unde legam qiii, Diva, tuis certare colords 
 [Purpurei poflint, difcrimina dcedala fuci ? 
 Ergo age, Mufa, vago curfu per maxima mundi 
 
 I fpatia ; et quicquid formofi fiorida tellus, 
 IQuicquid habert mafia, et coeli fpirabile lumen^ 
 [Delibes ; quicquid nitidum natura recondit 
 (Dives opum variarum, in amabile, Mufa, fideli 
 jConfer opus ftudia. Seu liberioribus alis 
 l^in', comite AUTUMNO, per fortunata volarc 
 JHefperidum nemora, et dias Atlantidos oras, 
 Dum quacunque Pater fecundo pollice lucum 
 paelicem contingtt, opacis gratia ramis 
 
 * The Pleafures of Imagination, b. u 
 
 O o
 
 [ 282 ] 
 
 Fit nova, et auricomo fulferunt vimina fostu : 
 Quacunque inceffit per ditia rura, renident 
 Undique maturo fubiti livore racemi ; 
 Apricofque recens infecit purpura colles, 
 Quales occiduo nubes quse ible corufcant. 
 Sive errare veils, rigua convalle, per umbras 
 Daphnes dile&as, Peneus gurgite leni 
 Qua fluit, oftentatque reflexam e flumine Tempc 
 Purpuream vitreo ; Tempe ! qua, numina fylvis 
 Nota olim, Fauni Nymphaeque, per aurea prifci 
 Saecula Saturni, fecreto in margine ripae 
 Frondiferae> focio ducebant Pane choreas 
 Multiplices. At faltantum veftigia propter, 
 Horafque, Zephyrofque almos, udo imbre, vidcrc 
 Certatim ambroiios rores, et odoriferum thus, 
 Depluere, Elyfioque rubent quicunque colores *, 
 
 * Lib. i. Ver. 280, et feq.
 
 EX POEMATE DE RATIONE 
 SALUTIS CONSERVAND^E*. 
 
 E ; , '' V- :..;-. .-rv 1 
 R G O agite, O Nymphs, integros oftendite 
 
 fontes; 
 
 Egelidafque domes, rigui penetralia regni, 
 Naiades aperite ! per a via tefqua vagari, 
 Vobis nota, aveo : videor refonantia faxis 
 Flumina praruptis, fcatebrafque audire reclufas. 
 Sanfta perculfus mentem formidine, rupes 
 Prdfpicio, qua vorticibus fpumantibus amnes 
 [nfignes micuere, antique carmine clari. 
 Ante omnes, ingens, fcopulis plangentibus, exit 
 
 LUS j at iratis properat violentior undis 
 ftinc PADUS; inde jugis EUPHRATES Oceano par 
 Volvitur umbriferis, Orientemque irrigat omnem. 
 At fecum, faevoque procul refupinus in antro, 
 Squallentem TANAIS diffudit barbarus urnam. 
 
 * The Art of preferving Health, b. z. 
 O O 2
 
 Quantis fub tenebris, quam vaftis obruta filvis 
 Undique, conduntur fluviorum exordia prima 
 Nobilium ! Ergo animum permifta horrore voluptas 
 Percipit, et facro correpunt olTa pavore : 
 Et magis atque magis, dira formidine circum 
 Frondiferi horrefcunt luci, ramifque patefcit 
 Altius, et major! atrum nemus accubat umbra. 
 Dicite, num Lemurum regio flat finibus iftis 
 Abdita ? quasnam haec ignoti pomaeria mundi ? 
 Qui populi ? Quasve arva viris exercita ? fiquas 
 Talia trans deferta fuperfint arva coknda. 
 O ubi camporum tam nigris faucibus antrum 
 
 V 
 
 Porrigitur ! Tanto fpecus ille immanis hiatu 
 Fertur in informem Phlegethonta, an amosna yireU 
 Fortunatorum nemorum ? per opaca locorum 
 Ducite vos, dubiofque pedes firmetis eunti : 
 Munera veftra canoj nam juffit talia Paeon, 
 Talia, diva Salus y et verfu pandere conor, 
 Quid lympha liquido fierive potefl elemento : 
 Quo nihil utilius mundi fert dasdala moles. . 
 
 i
 
 Mirus quippe latex it mobilis undique ; gemmi* 
 Lumine dat radiarc vago ; dat quercubus alti$ 
 Sa?vas indignari hyemes, et temnere ventos 3 
 Dat fcintillanti tenuiiTima fpicula vino : 
 Et vehit et generat fpeciei alimenta ciiique, 
 |Et vitam, feu quae fpirabilis setheris aura 
 fefcitur, irriguifve virefcit florida campis *. 
 
 Lib. ii, Vcr 352, & fcq.
 
 P I N D A R I P Y T H I C. I. 
 
 JUERONI JETN-ffiO SYRACJJSIO CURRUVICT, 
 
 E S T U D O fills apta nitentibus, 
 Quam rite fervat Pieridum chorus, 
 Tu cantilenam, tu fequaces 
 
 Egregia regis arte greffus ! 
 Perculfa pledtro leniter aureo * 
 
 
 
 Pronum corufci fulminis impetum 
 Tu fiflis, aeternaeque flammae 
 Praecipites moderaris idus. 
 Alls relapfis, fufa Jovis fuper 
 Sceptro, yolucris regia fternitur 
 Sopore praedulci, carentque 
 
 Roftra minis, oculique flammif. 
 Quin Mars reponens afpera fpicula, 
 Poft pulverem certaminis ardui, 
 Obledat, O Phcebea proles, 
 Corda tup truculenta cantu.
 
 At quos benigno numine Jupiter 
 Non vidit, illos, carminis audiant 
 Siquando divini levamen, 
 
 Horror agit pavidufque lu&us : 
 Quails TYPHOUS, fub barathro jacen* 
 Imo, fupremis improba centiceps 
 [f Quod bella Divis intuluTet 
 
 ^Ernonio genitus fub antro. 
 Quern nunc ligatum CUMA cubat fuper, 
 Pe&ufque fetis comprimit horridun^ 
 Columna coeli, quae perenni 
 
 Stat glacie, nivis ./ETNA nutrix: 
 Et nunc procelks evomit igneas, 
 Fumofque, mifto turbine, bellua 
 Vulcani et horrendum rubefcunt 
 
 Nod:e procul jaculata faxa : 
 Immane di&u prodigium ! Mare 
 Siquis propinquurn tranfeat, ut Typhos 
 
 fub antris illigetur, 
 Difficilique frenaat cubili !
 
 t 
 
 Htic me foldtum erimine fac, Pater, 
 Cui paret JEtnx frorideiis ambitus, 
 Frons fertilis telkiris, ingens 
 
 Urbs titulos tulit unde magnos ; 
 Qua nuntiatum eft quale Hiero ederet 
 Certamen, acres vidtor agens equos, 
 Quantufque fuccuflis, rotaruiri 
 Arbiturj inftiterit quadrigis *; 
 
 Ad Antiftr. ii.
 
 IN PtORTO SCRIPT; 
 
 V O S O quae fociis plicata ramis 
 Ulmi brachia panditis gemellae, 
 Horti delicioe, decufque parvi ! 
 Dum vicina apium cohors per herbas 
 Fragrantes medio flrepit fub seftu, 
 Fraternis tueamini magiftrum 
 Vos fub frondibus, Attici leporis 
 Au<ftores Latiive ledtitantem ; 
 Luftrantemve oeulo licentiori 
 Colles oppoiitos, aprica rura^ 
 Late undantibus obfitos ariftis, 
 Tedofque aeriis fuperne fagis*
 
 [ 29 1 
 EPITAPHIUM. 
 
 O N J U X chara vale ! tibi Maritus 
 Hoc pono memori manu fepulcrum : 
 At quales lacrymas tibi rependam, 
 Dum trifti recolo, Sufanna, corde, 
 Quam conftans, animo neque impotente, 
 Tardi fuftuleras acuta lethi, 
 Me fpedlans placidis fupremum ocellis ! 
 Quod fi pro mentis vel ipfe flerem, 
 Quo fletu tua te relidla proles, 
 Proles parvula, rite profequetur, 
 Cuftodem, fociam, ducem, parentem ? 
 At quorfum lacrymas ? Valeto rarae 
 Exemplum pietatis, O Sufanna !
 
 APUD HORTUM JUCUNDISSIMUM 
 WINTONI^E. 
 
 O I qua eft gratia rivuli perennis, 
 Ripas qui properat loquax per udas ; 
 f Si quis gramineo nitor vireto, 
 Rafifve in fpatiis quid eft amceni; 
 Aut fiquod, fruticum tenellulorum, 
 Raris fafciculis et hinc et inde 
 Frondentum, tenues brevefque fylvx, 
 Poflint pandere dsedali coloris ; 
 Quin, fi floribus, angulos per omnes, 
 Quod dukedinis eft fine arte fparfis ; 
 Cum crebris faluberrimis et herbis ; . 
 Hunc, hofpes, lepidum putabis hortum. 
 At nee delicise, licet fuaves, 
 Tales te poterint diu tenere, 
 Quin mirabere, quae micant utrinque 
 Teda ingentia, maximumque templum, 
 6
 
 Antiquumque larem decus camoenis: 
 Hlc dum profpicias, jugi facrati 
 Sub clivo ancipiti, domus fuperbae 
 Olim, fragmina vafta, dirutafque 
 Arces; ah memor, hofpes, efto, ut i 
 Quas nunc egregio vides decoras 
 Cultu, et magnificas, utrinque mole^, 
 Mox traxifle quean t parem ruinam^ 
 Et mufco jaceant fituque plena? ; 
 Quamvis utraque Wiccamus beatus 
 Diti fecerit auxeritque fumtu, 
 Te, Phoebi domus alma; teque templum^ 
 Centum fu'rgere juflerit columnist 
 
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