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Hence arbours are with twining greens array'd, With sordid age his features are defac'd;
T'oblige complaining lovers with their shade; His lands unpeopled, and his countries waste.
And hence on Daphne's laurel'd forehead

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To these dark realms much learned lumber creepis Immortal wreaths for Phæbus and Nassau.

There copious Morton safe in silence Deeps;
The infects here their lingering trance survive : Where noushroom libels in oblivion lie,
Benumb'd they seem'd, and doubtful if alive. And, soon as born, like other monsters, die,
From winter's fury hither they repair,

Upon a couch of jet, in these abodes,
And stay for nilder skies and softer air,

Dull night, his melancholy confort, nods.
Down to these cells obscener reptiles creep,

No ways and means their cabinet employ;
Where hatelul nutes and painted lizards feep; But their dark hours they waste in barren joy.
Where shivering snakes the summer solstice wait : Nigh this recess, with terror they survey
Unfurl their painted folds, and slide in ftate. Where death niaintains his dread tyrannic (way,
Here their new form the numb'd erucæ hide In the close covert of a cypress grove,
Their numerous feet in stender bandage ty'd : Where goblins frisk, and airy spectres rove,
Soon as the kindling car begins to rile,

Yawns a dark cave, with awful horror wide,
This upstart race their native clod despise,

And there the monarch's triumphs are descry'd; And proud of painted wings attempt the skies. Confus'd, and wildly huddled to the eye,

Now those profounder regions they explore, The beggar's pouch and prince's purple lie; Where nzetals ripen in vast cakes of ore.

Dim lamps with fickly rays scarce seem to glow; Here, fullen to the fight, at large is spread Sighs heave in mournful moans, and tears o'erflow; The dull unwieldy mass of lumpish lead,

Refless anxiety, forlorn despair, There, glimmering in their daivning beds, are And all the faded family of care; seen

Old mouldering urns, racks, daggers, and distress, 'T'he light afpiring feeds of sprightly tin.

Make up the frightful horror of the place.
The copper sparkles next in ruddy streaks;

Within its dreadful jaws those suries wait,
And in the gloom betrays its glowing cheeks. Which execute the harsh decrees of fate.
The filver then, with bright and burnish'd grace, Febris is first: the hag relentless hears
Youth and a blooming lustre in its face,

The virgin's sighs, and sees the infant's tears.
To th' arms of those more yielding inetals flies, In her parch'd eye-balls fiery nictors reign ;
And in the folds of their embraces lies.

And restless ferments revel in each scign.
So close they cling, so stubbornly retire;

Then hydrops next appears amongst the throng;
Their love's more violent than the chemist's fire. Bloated, and big, she slowly fails along,

Near these the delegate with wonder 1pics But, like a miscr, in excess fhe's poor,
Where floods of living silver serpentise;

And pines for thirst amidst her watery store.
Where richest metals their bright looks put on, Now loathsonie lepra, that offensive (pright,
And golden streams through amber channels run : With foul eruptions frain’d, offends the fight;
Where light's gay god dcfcends, to ripen gems, Still deal to beauty's soft persuading power;
And lend a lustre brighter than his beams.

Nor can bright Hebe's charms her bloom secure. Here he observes the subterranean cells,

Whilst meagre Pthisis gives a filcnt blow, · Where wanton nature sports in idle shells.

Her strokes are sure, but her advances flow : Some helicoeids, fome conical appear :

No loud alarms, nor fierce affaults, are fhwn; These, mitres emulate, those turbans are.

She starves the fortress first, then takes the town.
Here marcafites in various figure wait,

Behind stood crowds of much inferior fanie,
To ripen to a true metallic state :

Too numerous to repeat, too foul to name;
Till drops that from inpending rocks descend

The vallals of their monarch's cyranny,
Their substance petrify, and progress end.

Who, at his nod, on fatal crrands fly.
Nigh, livid seas of kindled fulphur flow,

Now Celsus, with his glorious guide, invades
And whilst enrag'd, their fiery surges glow, The filene region of the fleeting shadesy
Convulfionis in the labouring mountains rile, Where rocks and ruesul deserts are descry'd,
And hurl thcir melted vitals to the skies.

And sullen Styx'rolls down his lazy tide;
He views with horror next the noisy cave, Then Mhowys che ferry-man the plant he bore,
Where with hoarse dins imprison'd tempests rave; And claims his palinge to the further fore,
Where clamorours hurricanes attempt their flight, | To whom the Stygian pilot, smiling, said,
Or, whirling in tumultuous cddies, fight.

You geed no paffport to denuand our aid.
The warring winds unmov'd Hygeia heard, Phryllians never linger on this strand :
Brav'd their loud jars, but much for Celsus fear'd. Old Charon's present still at your command.
Andromeda so, whilst her hero fought,

Our awful monarch and his consort owe
Shook for his ganger, but her own forgot.

To them the peopling of the realms below.
And now the goddess with her charge descends, | Then in his swarthy hand he grasp'd thc oar,
Whilst scarce one chearful glimpse their steps be- | Receiv'd his guests aboard, and thou'd fronı
friends.

shore.
Here his forsaken seat old Chaos keeps ;

Now, as the goddess and her charge prepare
And, undisturb’d by form, in filence flecps; To breathe the sweets of soft Elysian air,
A grisly wight, and hideous to the

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Ufon the left they fyy a pensive shade, siin wukward lump of shapeless anarchy.

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SOS Pale grief fat heavy on his mournful look;

The delegate observes, with wondering eges, To whom, not unconcern'd, thus Celsus spoke : Ambrosial dews descend, and incense rise;

Tell me, thou much afflided shade, why Gghs Then haftens onward to the pensive grove,
Burft from your breast, and corrents from your The filent manfion of disastrous love.
eyes :

Here jealousy with jaundic'd looks appears,
And who those mangled manes are, which show And broken slumbers, and fantastic fears.
A sullen fatisfaction at your woe?

The widow'd turtle hangs her moulting wings, Since, said the ghost, with pity you'll attend, And to the woods in mournful murmurs sings. Know, I'm Gliâicum t, once your firmest friend; | No winds but fighs there are,

No winds but fighs there are, no foods but and on this barron beach in discontent Am doom'd to stay, till th' angry powers relent. Each conscious tree a tragic signal bears. Those spectres, seam'd with scars, that threaten Their wounded bark records fome broken yow, The victims of my late ill-conduct are. (there, And willow-garlands hang on every bough. They vex with endless clamours my repose :

Olivia here in solitude he found, This wants his palate; that demands his nose : Her downcaft eyes fix'd on the silent ground: And here they execute stern Pluto's will,

Her dress neglected, and unbound her hair, And ply me every moment with a pill.

She seeni'd the dying image of despair. Then Celfus thus : O much-lamented state! How lately did this celebrated thing How rigid is the sentence you relate !

Blaze in the box, and sparkle in the ring; Methinks I recolled your former air,

Till the green fickness and love's force betray'd Buc ah : how much you're chang 'd froni what To death's remorseless arms th' unhappy maid:

All o'er confus'd the guilty lover stood, Infipid as your late ptisans you lie,

The light forsook his eyes, his cheeks the blood; That once were (prightlier far than Mercury. An icy horror shiver'd in his look, At the sad tale you tell, the poppies weep,

As to the cold-complexion'd nynıph he spoke: And nicurn their vegetable fouls alleep;

Tell me, dear fhade, from whence fuch anri. The unctuous larix, and the healing pine,

ous care, Lament your fate in tears of turpentine.

Your looks disorder'd, and your bosom bare? But still the offspring of your brain shall prove Why thus you languish like a drooping flower, The grocer's care, and brave the rage of Jove : Crush'd by the weight of some relentless Mower? When bonfires blaze, your vagrant works shall Your languid looks your late ill-condud tell; rise

Oh that, instead of trash, you'd taken steel! In rockets, till they reach the wondering skies. Stabb'd with th' unkind reproach, the confciIf mortals e'er the Stygian powers could bend,

ous maid Intreatics to their awful feats l'll send.

Thus to her late insulting lover said : But, fince no human arts the fates diffuade,

When ladics liften not to loofe defire,
Dired me how to find bless'd Harvey's fhadc. You stile our modesty our want of fire:
In vain th' unhappy ghost still urg'd bis stay;

Smile or forbid, encourage or reprove,
Then, rising from the ground, he shew'd the way. You ftill find realons to believe we love :
Nigh the dull shore a shapeless niountain stood, Vainly you think a liking we betray,
That with a dreadful frown survey'd the flood, And never mean the peevish things we say.
Its fearful brow no lively greens put on;

Few are the fair-ones of Rufilla's make,
No frisking goats bound o'cr the ridgy stone. Unask'd the grants, uninjur'd she'll forsake:
To gain the summit the bright goddess try'd; But several Čælia's, several ages boast,
And Celsus follow'd, by degrees, his guide. That like, where reason recommends the most.
Th' ascent thus conquer'd, now they tower Where heavenly truth and tenderness conspire,
on high,

Chalte passion may persuade us to defire. And taste th' indulgence of a milder fky.

Your sex, he cry'd, as cuftom bids, bchaves; Loose breezes on their airy pinions play,

In fornis the tyrant tics such haughty flaves. Sost insant blossoms their chaste odours pay,

To do nice conduct right, you nature wrong: And roses blush their fragrant lives away.

Impulses are but weak, where reason's strong. Ceol streams through flowery meadows gently Some want the courage; but how few the fiame! glide;

They like the thing, that startle at the game. And, as they pass, their painted banks they chide The lonely phænix, though profess'd a nun, These blissful plains no blights nor mildews fear, Warms into love, and kindles at the fun; The flowers ne'er fade, and shrubs are myrtles Those tales of spicy urns and fragrant fires The morn awakes the tulip from her bed; (here. | Arc but the emblems of her scorch'd defires, Ere noon in painted pride the decks her head, Then, as he itrove to clasp the fleeting fair, Robbid in rich dye she triuniphs on the green,

Flis empty arms confess'd th' impallive air. And every flower does homage to their queen. From his embrace th' unbody'd fpectre flies, So, when bright Venus rises from the flood, And, as the mov'd, she chid him with her eyes. Around in throngs the wondering Nereids crowd; They hatten now co that delightful plain, The Trituns gaze, and tune each vocal shell, Where the glad manes of the bless'd remain : And every grace unsung, the waves conccal. Where Harvey gathers simples, to beftow * Dr. Morton

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Soon as the bright Hygeia was in view,

His arguments are emblems of his mier,
The venerable lage her presence knew :

Mild, but not faint, and forcing, though serenc;
Thus he

And, when he p'wer of eloquence he'd try,
Hail, blooming goddess! thou propitious power, Herc lightning strikes you; there soft breezes
Whose blessings mortals more than life isplore!

sigh.
With so much lustre your bright looks endear, To him you must your fickly state refer,
That cottages are courts where those as pear. Your charter claims him as your visiter.
Mankind, as you vouchsafe to smile or frown, Your wounds he'll close, and sovereignly restore
Finds ease in chains, or anguish in a crown. Your science to the height it had before.
With just resentments and contenipt you

fec Then Naflau's health shall be our glorious The foul dissensions of the faculty ;

ain,
How your sad fickening art now hangs her head, His life shall be as lalling as his fame.
And, once a science, is become a trade.

Sime princes' claims from devestations spring;
Her Yons ne'er rifle her mysterious store,

Ile condescends in pity to be king;
But ftudy nature less, and lucre more.

And, when amidst his olives plac'd he stands,
Not so when Rone to th' Epidaurian rais'd And governs more by candour than commands;
A temple, where devoted incense blaz'd.

Ev'i then not less a hero he appears, ,
Ofe father Tiber views the lofty fire:

Than when his laurel diadeu he wears.
As the learn's son is worshipp'd like the fire; Would Phæbus, or his Granville, but inspire
The rage with Romulus like honours claim; Their sacred vehemence of poetic fire;
The gift of life and laws were then the same. lo celebrate in song that godlike power,

I how'd of old, how vital currents glide, Which did the labouring universe restore:
And the meanders of the refluent tide.

Fair Albions cliffs would echo to the strain,
Thei, Willis, why spontaneous actions here, And prrire the arm that conquer'd, to regain
And whence involuntary motions there:

The earth's repose, and empire o'er the main. And how the fpirits, by mechanic laws,

Still may ch' immortal man his cares repcat,
In wild careers tumultuous riots cause.

To make his blessings endless as they're great :
Nor would our Wharton, Bates, and Gliffon, lie Whilst malice and ingratitude confess
In the abyss of blind obscurity.

They've flrove for rvin long without success.
But now such wondrous searches are foreborn, When, late, Jove's eagle from the pile shall rise
And Pæan's art is by divisions torn.

To bear the victor to the boundless ikies,
Then let your charge attend, and I'll explain A while the god puts off paternal carc,
How her loft health your science may regain. Neglects the earth, to give the heavens a star.

Haste, and the matchless Atticus address, Near thee, Alcides, shall the hero shine;
From Heaven and great Nafsau he has the.pace. His rays resembling, as his labours, thine.
Th' opprets'd to his asylum still repair;

Had tome fam'd patriot, of the Latian bloods
Arts he supports, and learning is his care,

Like Julius great, and like Octavius good,
He softers the harsh rigour of the laws,

But thus preserv'd the Latian liberties,
Blunts their keen edge, and grinds their harpy | Aspiring coluinns soon had reach'd the skies :
And graciously he casts a pitying eye [claws; Loud lo's the proud capitol had fhook,
On the sad state of virtuous poverty.

And all the statues of the gods had spokc. Whene'er he speaks, Heaven! how the listen- No more the fage his raptures could pursue: ing throng

He paus'd; and Cellus with his guide withdrew. Dwells on the melting music of his toogue !

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AFTERWARDS DUKE OF NEWCASTLE,

CLAREMONT. "Dryadum sylvas, faltasque fequamur “lotactos, tua, Mæcenas, haud mollia jussa." What frenzy has of late poffess'd the brain!

VIRGIL. Thongh few can write, yet fewer can refrain.

So rank our foil, or bards rise in such store,
Their rich retaining patrons scarce are more.

The last indulge the fault the first commit;
PRE FACE.

And take of still the offal of their wit.

So shameless, so abandon'd are their ways; They that bave seen those two excellent poems They poach Parnassus, and lay snares for praise. of Cooper's Hill and Windsor-Foreft; the one by None ever can without admirers live, Sir J. Denham, the other by Mr. Pope; will who have a pension or a place to give. fhew a great deal of candour if they approve of Great ministers ne'er fail of great deferts ; this. It was written upon giving the name of The herald gives them blood, the poet parts. Claremont to a villa now belonging to the Earl | Sense is of course annex'd to wealth and power; of Clare. The situation is so agreeable and sur- | No muse is proof against a golden shower. priling, that it ioclines one to think some place of Let but his lordship write some poor lampoon, this nature put Ovid at first upon the story of | He's Horac d up in doggrel like his own : Narcissus and Echo, It is probable he had obscrva Or, if tn rant in tragic rage he yields, fields. ed some spring arising amongst woods and rocks, False fame cries-Athens; honeft troth-Moore where echocs were heard; and some flower bending Thus fool'd, he flounces on through A ods of ink; over the Itream, and by consequence reflected Flags with full fail; and rises but to link, from it. After reading the story in the third book Some venal pens so prostitute the bays, of the Metamorphosis, it is obvious to object (as | Their panegyric lash; their fatires praise. an ingenious friend has already' done) that the rea So nauseously, and so unlike, they paint, newing the chárms of a nymph, of which Ovid N---'s an Adonis; M-t, a saint. hand dispossessed her,

Merius with thof fam'd heroes is compar'd,

That led in triumph Porus and Tallard. ---Vox tantùm atque offa fuperfunt," But such a shamulcfs niule muft laughter move,

That aims to make Salmoneus vie with Jove is too great a violation of poetical aathority. I To form grear works, puis fate itself io pain; dare say the gentleman who is neant, would have Fr'n nature labours for a mighty man, been well pleased to have found no faults. There | And, to perperuace her hero's fame, are not many authors one can say the same of : She strains no lefs a pret next to frame, experience thews us every day that there are wri Rare as the hero's, is the poet's rage; ters who cannot bear a brother should succeed, Churchills and Drydens rise but once an age. and the only refuge from their indignation is with earthquakes er wering Pindar's birth begun; by being inconsiderable; upon which reflection, And an ecliple produc'd Alcnsena's son. this thing ough to have a pretence to their fa

pretcace to their fa- The fire of gods ocs Phæbus catt a shade;

But, with a hero, well the world repaid.

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No bard of bribe, should prostitute his vein; No shape-smith set up hop, and drove a trade Nor dare to flatter where he should arraign. To mead the work wife Providence had niade; To grant big Thraso valour, Phormio sense, Tires were unheard of, and unknown the loom, Should indignation give, at least offence.

And thrifty filkworms spun for times to come; I hate such mercenaries, and would try

Bare limbs were then the marks of modesty ; From this reproach to rescue poetry.

All like Diana were below the knee. Apollo's sons should scorn the servile art,

The men appear'd a rough, undaunted race, And to court-preachers leave the fulfone part. Surly in show, unfashion'd in addreis;

What then-You'll say, Must no true sterling Upright in actions, and in thought sincere; Because impure allays some coin debase ? (pass, And strictly were the same they would appear. Yes, praise, if justly offer'd, I'll allow;

Honour was plac'd in probity alone; And, when I meet with merie, fcribble too.

For villains had no titles but their own. The man who's honest, open, and a friend, None travel'd to return politely mad; Glad to oblige, uneasy to offerd;

But still what fancy wanted, reason had. Forgiving others, to hinifell fevere;

Whatever Nature ask'd, their liands could give; Though earneit, easy; civil, yet fincerc;

Unlearn'd in teatts, they only eat to live. Who feldom but through great good-nature errs; No cool with art increas'd physicians' fees, Detesting fraud as much as flatterers;

Nor serv'd up death in soups and fricafees : *Tis he ny muse's honiage should receive; Their taste was, like their temper, unrefin'd; If I could write, or Holles could forgive.

For looks were then the language of the mind. But pardon, learned youth, that I decline

Ere right and wrong, by turns, set prices bore; A name so lov'd by me, fo lately thine.

And conscience had its rate like common whore; When Pelham you refign'd what could repair Or tools to great employments had pretence; A loss so great, unless Newcastle's heir?

Or merit was made out by impudence; Hydaspes, that the Asian plains divides,

Or coxcombs look'd assuming in affairs; From his bright urn in purtit crystal glides ; And humble friends grew haughty ministers; But, when new-gathering streams enlarge his in those good days of innocence, here stood course,

Of oaks, with heads unfliorn, a solemn wood, He's Indus nam'd, and rolls with mightier force ; Frequented by the Druids, to bestow In fabled floods of gold his current flows,

Religious honours on the Misseltoe,
And wealth on nations, as he runs, bestows.

The naturalisis are puzzled to explain
Dired me, Clare, to name fome nobler mufe, How trees did first this stranger entertain ;
That for her theme thy late recess may choose; Whether the busy birds ingraft it there;
Such bright descriptions shall the subject dress; Or else some deity's mysterious care,
Such vary'd scenes, such pleasing images,

As Druids thought; for, when the blasted oak Toat swains shall leave their lawns, and gymphs By lightning falls, this plant escapes the stroke. their bowers,

So, when the Gauls the towers of Rome defac'd, And quit Arcadia for a feat like your's.

And flames drove forward with outrageous But say, who fall attempt th' adventurous part

waste, Where Nature borrows dress from Vanburgh's Jove's favour'd capitol uninjur'd stood : art?

so facred was the niansion of a God. If, by Apollo taught, he touch the lyre,

Shades honour'd by this plant the Druids chose, Stones mount in columns, ralaces aspire,

Here, for the bleeding victims, altars rose. And rocks are animated with his fire.

To Hermes ost chey paid their facrifice; 'Tis he can paint in verse those rising hills, Parent of arts, and patron of the wise. Their gentle.vallies, and their silver rills; Good rules in mild perfuafions they convey'd; Close graves, and opening glades with verdure | Their lives confirming what their lectures faid. spread,

None violated truth, invaded right; Flowers fighing sweets, and shrubs that balsam Yet had few laws, but will and appetite. bleed;

The people's peace they studied, and profest With gay variety the prospect crown'd,

No politics but public interest. And all the bright horizon smiling round. Hard was their lodging, homely was their fond: Whilst i attempt to tell how ancient fume

For all their luxury was doing good. Records from whence the villa tuok its name. No mitred priest did then with princes vic, In times of old, when British nymphs were Nor o'er his master claim supremacy; known

Nor were the rules of faith allow'd more pure, To love no foreign fashions like their own; For being several centuries obscure. When dress was monstrous, and fig-leaves the None lost their fortunes, forfeited their blood, And quality put on no paint but woad; (mode, Por not believing what none understood. Of Spanish red unheard was then the name Nor fimony, nor finecure, were known; (For cheeks were only taught to blush for shame); Nor would the bee work honey for the drone, No beauty, to increase her crowd of flaves, Nor was the way invented, to dismiss Rose out of wash, as Venus out of waves;

Fair Abigails with fat pluralities. Not yet lead comb was on the toilet plac'd;

But then, in fillets bound, a hallow'd band Not yet bipad cyc-brows were reduc'd by paste ; Taught how to tend the fucks, and till the land;

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