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Hence arbours are with twining greens array'd, With sordid age his features are defac'd;
To these dark realms much learned lumber creepis Immortal wreaths for Phæbus and Nassau.
There copious Morton safe in silence Deeps;
Upon a couch of jet, in these abodes,
Dull night, his melancholy confort, nods.
No ways and means their cabinet employ;
Yawns a dark cave, with awful horror wide,
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.
Within its dreadful jaws those suries wait,
The virgin's sighs, and sees the infant's tears.
And restless ferments revel in each scign.
Then hydrops next appears amongst the throng;
Near these the delegate with wonder 1pics But, like a miscr, in excess fhe's poor,
And pines for thirst amidst her watery store.
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.
Behind stood crowds of much inferior fanie,
Too numerous to repeat, too foul to name;
The vallals of their monarch's cyranny,
Who, at his nod, on fatal crrands fly.
Now Celsus, with his glorious guide, invades
And sullen Styx'rolls down his lazy tide;
You geed no paffport to denuand our aid.
Our awful monarch and his consort owe
To them the peopling of the realms below.
Now, as the goddess and her charge prepare
Ufon the left they fyy a pensive shade, siin wukward lump of shapeless anarchy.
Who on his bended arm had rais'd his head :
you were !
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,
Here jealousy with jaundic'd looks appears,
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,
Smile or forbid, encourage or reprove,
Few are the fair-ones of Rufilla's make,
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
Immortal youth on heroes' ihades below.
Soon as the bright Hygeia was in view,
His arguments are emblems of his mier,
Mild, but not faint, and forcing, though serenc;
And, when he p'wer of eloquence he'd try,
fec Then Naflau's health shall be our glorious The foul dissensions of the faculty ;
Sime princes' claims from devestations spring;
Ile condescends in pity to be king;
And, when amidst his olives plac'd he stands,
Ev'i then not less a hero he appears, ,
Than when his laurel diadeu he wears.
I how'd of old, how vital currents glide, Which did the labouring universe restore:
Fair Albions cliffs would echo to the strain,
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,
To make his blessings endless as they're great :
They've flrove for rvin long without success.
To bear the victor to the boundless ikies,
Haste, and the matchless Atticus address, Near thee, Alcides, shall the hero shine;
Had tome fam'd patriot, of the Latian bloods
Like Julius great, and like Octavius good,
But thus preserv'd the Latian liberties,
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 !
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,
The last indulge the fault the first commit;
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.
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,
The naturalisis are puzzled to explain
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;