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At this, more charni'd, the rather I below, That beauteous, that victoricus fair,
Sairt love, these honours you in vain foregn;

Whose chains so maoy lovers wear;
Take then the wreath, which you, victorious fair, Who with a look can arts infuse,
Have moit deserv'd, yet lest affect to wer. Create a painter, or a muse;

Whom crowds with awsul rapture view;
She fits forene, and smiles on you!

Your genius thus inspir’d will soar

To wondrous heights unknowo before,
And to her beauty you will owo

Your future kill and fir'd renown.
Wqen fam'd Cecilia on the organ play'd,

So when of old great Ammon's for,

Adorn'd with spoils in battle won,
And fill'd with moving rounds the tuncful frame,
Drawn by the charm, to hear the sacred maid,

la graceful picture chose to stand, From hearen, 'tis said, a listening angel cane.

The work of fani'd Apelles' hand; Thus ancient legends would our faith abuse;

- Egert thy fire, the monarch said, In vain --for were the bold tradition true,

“ Now be thy boldeit strokes display'd, While ynar harmonious touch that charın renews,

" To let admiring natioas see Again the seraph would appear to you.

if Their dreaded vicor drawn by thee; O happy fair! in whom with purest lighe,

« To orhers chou may'it life impart, Virtue's united beams with beauty shine:

“ But I'll immortalize thy aft!" Should heavenly gueits descend to bless our figli, What form more lovely could they wear than






Je mourrai de trop de plaifir
Si je le trouve favourable ;
Je mourrai de trop de defir
Se je la trouve inexorable.

Aini je ne çaurois guerir
re la douleur qui me poffede;
Te fuis alluré de perir
Por le mal, ou par le remede.


1 Die with too transporting joy,

If the i love rewards my fire; If he's inexorably coy,

With too much pallion I expire.

No way che fates afford to shun

Thi cruel tornient I endure; Since 1 an dooni'd to be undone

By die disease or by the cure.

As when Camilla once, a warlike dame,
io bloody battles won immortal fane,
Forsook her female arts, and chose to bear
The ponderous shield, and heave the mally spear,
Superior to her sex, so swift the flew
Around the field, and such valt oumbers flew,
That friends and foes, alike surpris':, behold
The brave Virago desperately bold,
And shought her Pallas in a human mould.
Such is our wooder, matchless maid! to see
The tragic laurel thas deserv'd by thee,

Still greater praise is yours; Camilla fines
For ever bright in Virgil's sacred lines,
Viu in your own.
Vor need you to another's bounty owe,
Fir what yourself can on yourself bestow;
Su monarchs in full health are wont to rea",
At their own charge, their future sepulchre.

Who thy perfctions fully would comment,
lust think how others their vain hours mispeod,
1 In trilling visits, pride, impertinence,
| Dress, dancing, and discourse devoid of sense;

ro twirl a far., to please sume foolih beau,
Ind sing an enpty song, the most they know;
In body weak, more impotent of mind.
Thus finne have represented womao-kind.
But you, your ses's champion, are come forth
To fight their quarrel, and allert their worth;
Our Salic law of wit you have destroy'd, (pride.
Establish'd female claim, and triumph'd o'er our
While we look on, and with repioing eyes
Behold you bearing off so rich a prize,
Spite of ill-nature, we are forc'd t' approve
Such dazzling charms, and, spite of envy, lore.

Nor is this all th' applause that is your due,
You and the first of itage reformers too;


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No vicious forains pollute your moral scene,
Chaste are yourthoughts, and your expression clean; Look, Mars, she said ; look down, and leo
Strains such as yours the strictest test will bear: A child of royal race!
Sing boldly then, nor busy censure fear,

Let's crown the bright nativity
Your virgin voice offends no virgin ear.

With every princely grace : Proceed in tragic numbers to disclose

Thy heavenly image let me bear, Strange turns of fate, and unexpected woes.

And shine a Mars below;
Reward, and punish! awfully dispense

From you his mind to warlike care,
Hcaven's judgments, and declare a Providence; I'll fofter gifts bestow.
Nor let the conic muse your labours share,
'Tis meanness, after this, the sock to wear :

Thus at his birth two deitics
Though that to merit praise, 'tis nubler toil

Their blessings did in part; Textort a tear than to provoke a Inuile.

And love was breath'd into his eyes, What hand, that can design a history,

And glory furm'd his heart. Would copy boors at Spic-3-Snee? His childhood makes of war a game; Accept this tribute, madam, and excuse

Betimes his beauty charms The hafty raptures of a stranger muse.

The fair; who burn'd with equal flame 1698.

For him, as he for armis.





In nature's golden age, when new-born day

Array'J the skies, and earth was green' and gay;
When Cod, with pleasure, all his works furvey d, When fancy did Molinda's hand invite,
And virgin innocence before him play'd;

Without the help of colour, shade, or light,
In that illuflrious morn, chat lovely spring,

l'o form in vellum, spotless as her mind, The mure, by heaven inspir'd, began to sing. The fairet image of the feather'd kind; Desceriding angels, in harmonious lays,

Nature herself a strict attendance paid, (maid, Taught the first happy pair their maker's praise. Charm'd with th' attainments of th' illuftrious Such was the sacred art--We now deplore

Inspir'd her thought, and, smiling, said, I'll see The muse's loss, since Eden is no niore.

How well this fair-one's art can copy nie. Wheo vice fronı hell rear'd up its hydra-head,

So to her favourite Tirian once she came, TH' :ffrighted maid, with chafte Astrza, fled, To guide his pencil, and attest his fame, And fought protection in her native sty;

With transport granting all thạt she could give, In vain the heathen Nine her absence would supply. And bid his works to wondering ages live.

Yet to some few, whife dazzling virtues shone Nor with less transport here the goddess fees In ages past, her heavenly charnis were known. Che curious piece advance by flow degrees; Hence learn'd the bard, in lifty strains to tell At last such kill in every part was thown, How patient virtue triumph'd over hell;

It seem'd a new creation of her own; And hence the chicf, who led the chosen race She starts, to view the finish'd figure rise, Through parting feas, deriv'd his songs of praise : And spread his ample train, enrich'd with eyes ; She gave the rapturous odc, whole ardent lay To fee, with lively grace, his form express’d, Sings female force, and varquish'd Sisura;

The stately honours of his rising crest, She tun'd to pious notes the Psalnisc's lyre, (fire! His comily wings, and his soft silky breast ! And kill'd Isaiah's breast with more than Pindar's The leaves of creeping vines around hiin play,

And nature's leaves less perfect seem than they.

O matchless bird! whose race, with niccfi care,

Heaven seems in pleasure to have form'd so fair! S ON G.

from whose gay plumes ev'n Phæbus with delight

Scos his own rays reflected doubly bright!

Though numerous rivals of the wing there be-
That hare our praise, when not compar'd to thee,
Soon as thy rising glories strike our eyes,

{ heir beauty shines no niore, their luftre dies. We Venus in her snowy arms

So when Molinda, with superior charms, The God of battles held,

Dazzles the ring, and other nymphs disarnis. And footh'd him with her tender charms,

To her the rallying loves and graces fly, Victorious from the field;

And, fixing there, proclaim the victory. By chance the cast a lovely simile,

No wonder, then, since she was born t'exccl, Propitious, down'to carth,

This bird's fair inzage she describes so well : Aul view'el in Britain's happy ifle

Harry, as in some reniple thus to fland, Crcat Gloucester's glorious birth.

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Sure it must think some angel lost its way,

And happening on our wretched earth to stray; Poets invoke, when they rehearse

Tir'd with our follies, fain would take its fight, In happy ftrains their pleasing dreams,

And begs to be restor'd to those blest realnısof light. Some mufe unseen to crown their verle, And boat of Heliconian streams :

But here, a real muse in piros
(Who more reviving streams imparts)

Our fancies with the poets fires,
And with a nobler flame our hearts.

WANTON Zephyi, come away!
While from her hand each honour'd guest

On this sweet this silent grove, Receives his cup with liquor crown'a,

Sacred to the muse and love, He thinks 'tis Jove's immortal fcast,

In gentle whisper'd murmurs play! And Venus deals the nectar round.

Come let thy folt, thy balmy breeze As o'er cach fountain, poets sing,

Diffuse thy verral sweets around,

Froni sprouting flowers and blossom'd trees;
Some lovely guardian-nynıph has sway,
Who from the consecrated spring,

While hills and echoing vales resound
Wild beasts and datyrs drives away:

Wird notes, which wing'd musicians fing

In honour to the bloom of spring.
So hither dares no savage press,
Who beauty's fuvereign power defies;

Lovely season of defire!
All, drinking here, her charms confefs,

Nature smiles with joy to see Proud to be conquer'd by her eyes.

The amorous months led on by thee,

That kindly wake her genial fire. When Phæbus try'd his herbs in vain

The brightest obje& in the skies, On Hyacinth, had she been there,

The fairelt lighis that shine below,

The sun, and Mira's charming eyes, Wichica she would have cur'd the swain,

At thy, returil more charning grom; Who only then had dy'd for her.

With double glory they appear, Junuary I. 1701.

To warm and grace the infant year.

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The design of this ode was to insinuate to Augus

tus the danger of transferring the seat of the empire from Rome to Troy, wbich we are in, formed he once entertained thoughts of.


VICTORIA comes! she leaves the forag'd groves!
Her flying camp of graces and of lives
Strike all their tents, and for the march q'repare,
And to new scenes of triumph wait the fair.

Unlike the flaves which other warriors gain,
That loath subjection, and would break their chain,
Her rural flaves their absent victor muurli,
And wish not liberty, but her return.
The conquer'd countries droop, while she's away,
And fowly to the spring their contribution pay.
While cooing turtles, doubly now alone,
With their loft loves another loss bei:.oan.

Mean time in peopled citics crowds press on,
And jealous seem who shall be first undone.
Victories, like fame, before th' invader fily,
And lovers yot unseeing haste to die.
While the with carelels unelated mind,
Hears daily conquests which she ne'er design'd:
In her a soft, yet cruel heart is found,
Averse to cure, and vainly griev'd to wound.

Tus man to right inflexibly inclin'd,

Puising on virtue's base his mind,

Reits in himself secure,
Indifioiubly firm in good;

Ler tempelts rise, and billows rage,
All rick within, he can unniov'd endure

The foaming fury of the flood,
When bellowing winds their jarring troops engagea
Or wattelul civil tumulos roll along

With fiercer strength, and louder roar,
Driving the torrent of the throng,

And gathering into power.
Let a proud tyrant cast a killing frown;
Or Jove in angry thunder on the world look down;

Nay, let the frame of nature crack,
And all the spacious globe on high,
Shatier'd wich univerfal rack,
Come tunibling froni the sky:
Yet he'll survey the horrid scene
With steady courage and undaunted mieng
The only thing lerene,


So fair a form, with such devotion join'd!
A virgin body, and a sporless mind! [fees
Pleaş'd with her prayers, while heaven propitious
The lovely votarels on her bended knees.

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Swelling alove those floods, her powo? Thus Pollux and great Hercules, {round, Shall, like its Nile, o'erflow the Lybian land. Roam'd through the world, and bleft the nations Shining in polish'd steel, she'dares Till, rais'd at length to heavenly palaces,

" The glittering beams of gold despise, Mankind, as gods, their benefactions crown'd;

« Gold, the great source of human cares, With these, Augustus íhall for ever shine,

“ Hid wilely deep from mortal eyes, And stain his rosy lips in cups divine.

« Till, fought in evil hour by hands unblest, yhus his fierce tigers dauntless Bacchus bear;

Opening the dark abodes, The glaring sıvages refill in vain,

" There issued forth a direful train of woes, Impatient of the bit, and fretting on the rein;

“ That give niankind nu rest; Through yielding clouds he drives th' impetuous " For gold, devoted to th’infernal gods, Great Romulus pursued the shining trace, (car. 6 No native human uses knows.

And leapt the lake, where all
The rest of mortals fall,

li Where'er great Jove did place
And with his * father's horses fiour'd the same “ The bounds of nature yet unseen,
bright airy race.

“ He meant a goal of glory to the race 111.

« The Roman arnis shall win : Then in full senate of the deities,

" Rejoicing, onward they approach Sétiling the seats of power, and su:ure fate, " To view the outworks of the world, Juno began the high debate,

kies: " The maddening fires, in wild debauch, And with this righteous sentence pleas'd che 6 The Inows and rains unborn, in endless eddies “ O Troy! she said, 0 hated Troy!

" whirl'd!
A + foreign wonian, and a il boy,
« Lewd, partial, and unjust,

" 'Tis 1, O Rome, pronounce these fates hehind,
“ Shook all thy proudest towers to dust; " But will thy reign with this condition bind,
" Inclin'd to ruin from the cinie,

“ That no false filial piety, " Thy king did mock two powers divine,

" In idle stiapes deluding thee, * And raz'd thy fated walls in perjury,

« Or confidence of power, “ But doubly damn'd by that offence, " Tempt thce again to raise a Trojar tower; « Which did Minerva's rage incense,

Troy, plac'd beneath malignant stars, " And offer'd wrong to me.

« Haunted with omens still the same, " No more the treacherous ravisher

" Rebuilt, shall but renew the fornier flame, * Shines in full ponip and youthful charms; Jove's wife and sister loading on the wars. I? Nor Priam's impious house with Hector's spear,

Thrice let her shine with brazen walls, Repels the violence of Grecian arms.

« Rear'd up by heavenly hands;

“ And thrice in fatal duft fhe falls, 16 Our feuds did long embroil the niortal rout,

By faithful Grecian bands; " At last the storm is spent,

« Thrice the dirc scene shall on the world return, " My fury with it ebbing out,

" And captive wives again thcir sons and husbands * These terms of peace content;

“ mourn." « To Mars 1 grant among the stars a place But stop, presumptuous muse, thy daring flight, 6 For his son Romulus, of Trojan race ;

Nor hope in thy weak lyric lay, ** Here shall he dwell in these divine abodes,

The heavenly language to display, “ Drink of the heavenly bowl,

Or bring the counsels of the gods to light. ! And in this shining court his name enrol,

« With the serene and ever-vacant gods; “ While seas shall rage between his Rome and Troy,

GREENWICH PARK, “ The horrid distance breaking wide, E5 The banish'd Trojans Niall the globe enjoy, T16 Paphiar ise was once the blest abode “ And reign in every place beside ;

Of beauty's goddess and her archer-god. " While hcasts insult my I judge's dut, and hide

There blissful bowers and amorous shades were soon, “ Their lister in his curfed tomb,

Fair cypress walks, and niyrtles ever green. fc The shining capitol of Rome

'Twas there, surrounded by a hallow'd wood, " Shall overlook the world with awful pride,

Sacred to love, a splendid temple stood; 06 And Parthians take their law from that eternal Where altars were with costly gumis perfuni'd, " dome.

And lovers fighs arose, and smoke fronı hearts con

sum'd. « Let Rome extend her fame to every shore;

Till, thence remov'd, the queen of beauty flies " And let no banks or mounds restrain To Britain, fam'd for bright victorious eyes. " Th’impetuous torrent of her wide command;

Here fix'd, Me chose a fwecter feat for love, The seas from Europe, Afric part in vain;

And Greenwich park is now her Cyprian grove.

Nor fair Parnafsus with this hill can vic, * Romulus was supposed to be the son of Mars by the Which gently swells into the wondering sky, priestess lia.

Commanding all that can transport our light, + Helen.

Il Paris,

And farying with each view the fresh delight. 6

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ο, Froin hence my mule prepares to wing her way, So generous victors softest pity know, And wanton, like the Thames, through smiling And with reluctance Strike the latai blow. meads would fray;

Engaging Cynthia's arm’d with every grace; Describe the groves beneath, the fylvan bowers, Her lovely mind shines cheerful through her face, The river's winding train, and great Augufta's A facred lan:p in a fair crystal cafe.

Not Venus ílar, ihe brighteit of the sphere,
But fec!-a living prospect drawing near Smiles (o serene, vi caits a light so clear.
Al once transports, and raises awful sear!

O happy brother of this wondrous fair'
Love's favourite band, selected to maintain

The best of lifters viell deserves thy care ; His choicest triumphs, and support his reign. Her fiyhing lovers, who in crowds adore, Muse, pay thy homage here-yet oh beware! Would wish thy place, did they not wish for more, And draw the glorious scene with artful care, What angels are, when we delire to know, For fuolish praise is satire on the fair.

We form a thought by such as the below, (pare, Behold where brighe Urania does advance, And thence conclude they're bright beyond comAnd lightens through the trees with every glance : Comipus'd of all that's good, and all that's fair. A careless pleasure in her air is seen;

There yet remains unpam'd a dazzling throng Diana fhines with such a graceful nien,

Of nys.phis, whu to these happy fhades belong. When io her darling woods flie's fcign'd to rove, O Venus! lovely queen of soit desires : The chace pursuing, and avoiding love.

For ever divell where such supply thy fires ! At fying deer the goddess boasts her aip,

May řirtue still with beauty share the sway, But Cupid shews the nymph a nobler ga ne. And the glad world with walling zcal obey! Th’unerring shafts fo various fly around, 'Tis hard to say which gives the deepest wound. Or if with greater glory we lubmit,

TO MOLINDA. Pierc'd by her eyes, her humour, or her wit.

u' inspiring nufes and the god of love, See next her charming fifter, young and gay,

Which most thould grace the fair Alolinda Atrove : In beauty's bloon like the sweet hionth of May!

Love arm'd her with his bow and keenest darts, The Sportful nymph,once in theneighbouring grove The mures more enrich'd her mind with arts, Surpriz'd by chance the leeping god of love;

Though Greece in shining temples heretofore His head reclin'd upon a tuft of green,

Dij Venus and Minerva's powers adore, And by him scatter'd lay his arrows bright and

The ancients thought no single goddess fit,, keen;

To reign at once o'er beauly and o'er wit; She tied his wings, and stole his wanton darts,

Each was a separate claim; till now we fiad Then, laughing, wak'a the tyrant furu of hearts;

The different citles in Mulinda join'd. He smil'd--and said "Tis well, insulting fair!

From hence, when at the court, the park, the play, V'et how you (pore with slecping love besvare!

She gilds the evening, or impruves the day, My loss of dạris I quickly can supply,

Alicyes regard ner with transporting fire, Your looks hall triumph for love's dcity :

One sex with envy burns, and one with fierce desire: And though you now my feeble power disdain,

But when withdrawn fronz public shew and noise, lou once perhaps may feel a lover's pain.

in filene works her fancy Thu employs,
Though Helen's form, and Cleopatra's charms,

A foiling train of arts around her stand,
The boast of fame, once kinjled dise alarms :
Those dazzling lights the world no more must view', She, their bright patronels, o'er all presides,

And court improvement from her curious hand. And scarce would think the bright description true, and with like skill che pen and needle guides; Did not that ray of beauty, more divine,

By this we lee gay filken landscapes wrought, Sn Mira's eyes by transmigration fliine.

Dy that the lardicape of a beauteous thought : Her shape, her air, proportion, lovely face,

Whether her voice in tuneful airs fhe nioves, and matchless ikin contend with rival grace; Or cats diffimbled flowers and paper groves, And Venus' self, proud of th' officious aid,

Her voice cransports the ear with soft delight, With all her charms adorus th' lluilrious naid.

Her flowers and groves surprise the ravilh'd fight But hark !--what more than mortal lounds are

Which cv'n to Nature's wonders we prefer;

All but that wonder Nature form'd in ber.
Be still, ye whispering winds, and moving trees!
A second Mira does all hearts surprise,
At once victorious with her voice and eyes.


alone can cenderet love inspire, Her heavenly voice improves the young desire.

TO A FRIEND IN THE COUNTRY. So western gales in fragrant gardens play

Whilst thou are happy in a blest retreat,
On buds produc'd by the sun's quickening ray,

And free from care dolt rural fongs repeat,
And spread them into life, and gently chide their Whilit fragrant air fans thy poetic fire,

And pleasant groves with (prightly no:es inspire,
We court that kill, by which we're sure to die; (Groves, whole recelles and refreshing shade
The modest fair would sain our suit deny,

Indulge th' invention, and the judgment aid) And sings unwillingly with trembling fear, I, midst the smoke and clamours of the town, As is concern'd cur ruin ia to neat;

Thue choke ny muse, and weigh my fancy down,

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