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TO MR. ADDISON,

TO THE MEMORY OF MILTON.

ON

HIS TRAGEDY

OF CATO,

Homer's Description of himself, under the Charac

tér (f Demodochus the Musician at the Feast of King Alcinous.

From the Eightb Book of the Odyseys.

Though Cato Mhines in Virgil's epic song, Prescribing laws among th’ Elysian thiong; Though Lucan's verse, exalted by his name, O'er gods themselves has rais'd the hero's fame; The Roman tage did ne'er his image see, Drawn at fuil length; a talk resery'd for thee. By thee we view the finish'd figure rise, And awful march before our ravish'd eyes; We hear his voice, afferting virtue's caule; Kis fate renew'd our deep attention draws, Excites by turns our various hopes and scars, And all the patriot in thy scene aspears.

The muse with transport lov'd him; yet, to fill
His various lot, she blended good with ill;
Depriv'd him of his eyes, but did impart
The heavenly gift of song, and all the tuneful art.

TO A LADY,

With the Tragedy of Cato.

On Tiber's bank thy thought was first in

spir'd; *Twas there, to some indulgent grove retir'd, Rome's ancient fortulies rolling in thy niind, Thy happy muse this manly work dcfigu'd : Or in a dream thou saw'st Rome's genius stand, And, leading Cato in his facred hand, Point out th' inmortal fubje& nf thy lays, And ask this labour to record his praise.

Two thining maids this happy work displays;
Each moves our rapture, both divide our praise;
In Marcia, we her godlike fattier trace;
While Lucia triumphs with each softer grace,
One strikes with awe, and one gives chaste delight;
That bright as lightning, this serene as light.
Yec by the muse the shadow'd forms were w

wrought, And both are ercacures of the poet's thought.

In her that animates these lines, we view The wonder greater, the description true; Each living virtue, every grace combin'd, And Marcia's worth with Lucia's sweetness join'd.

'Tis done the hero lives and charms our age ! While nobler morals grace the British stage. Great Shakspeare's ghost, the solemn strain to

hear, (Methinks í see the laurel'd shade appear!) Will hover o’ér the scene, and wondering view His favourite Brutus rival'd thus by you. Such Roman greatness in cach action shines, Such Roman elcquence adorns your lines, That sure the Sibyls books this ytar foretold, And in some myilic leaf was found inroll'd, + Rume, turn thy mournful eyes from Afric's

shore, • Nor in her sands thy Catu's tomb explore ! • When thrice fix hundred times the circling fun

His annual race fhol} through the zodiac fun 6 An ifle reniote his monument shall

rear, s And every generous Briton pay a trar.'

Had the been born ally'd to Cato's name, Numidia's prince had felt a real Hame; And, pouring his resistlets troops from far, With bolder deeds had turn'd the doubtfu) war; Cæsar had fled hefore his conqueririg arms, And Roman muses sung her beauty's charms.

A FRAGMENT.

PROMISCUOUS crowds to worthless riches lorn,
Thy pencil paints, 'tis true, jet paints with scorn,
Sometimes the frol, by nature left half-made,
Mov'd by fome happy instinct asks thy aid,
To give his face to reafon some pretence,
And raise his looks with supplemental lense.

ADVICE TO MR. POPE,

On bis intended Tranfaiion of Homer's Iliad, 1714.

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POEM S.
Best the wondrous joys can tell,

TRANSLATED.
That in hearts united dwell.
RECITATIVE.

TO-MORROW cheats us all. Why dost thou stay
Firsi Voice.

Aod leave undone what should be done to-day? To yourg Victoria's happy same,

Begin-the present minute's iu thy power; Well may the arts a trophy raise,

But still adjourn, and wait a fitrer hour, Music grows (weerer in her praise,

Is like the clown, who at some river's side And, own'd by her, with rapture speaks her name. Expecting Italids, in hopes the running uide To touch the brave Cleander's heart,

Will all ere long be past-Fool! not to know The graces all in her conspire;

It still has Duw'd the same, and will for ever flow. love arms her with his surest dart,

Apollo with his lyre.

AIR,

ON A COLLAR

PRESENTED FOR HAPPY GILL, 1712.

The listening muses, all around her,

Think 'sis Phoebus' strains they hear : And Cupid, drawing near to wound her, Drops his bow, and stands to hear.

RECITATIVE.

Second Voice.
While crowds of rivals, with despair,
Silent admire, or vainly court the fair;
Behold the happy conquest of her eyes,

A hero is the glorious prize!
In courts, in camps, through diftant realms re-

nown's,
Cleander comes-Vitoria, see,
He comes, with British honour crown'd;
Love leads his eager steps to thee.

Thou little favourite of the fair!
When thou these golden bands shalt wear,
The hand that binds then softly kiss,
With conscio:s joy, and own thy bliss,
Proud of his chain, who wopld not be
A llave, to gain her smiles, like thce!

THE CHARACTER

OF THE

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SUNG BY

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And, just alike to friends and foes, the draws

Yet stone and brass our hopes betray, The bounds of right and wrong, nor ears from Age steals the mimic forms and characters away, equal lawe,

In vain, O Egypt, to the wondering ikies

With giant pride thy pyramids arile; From heaven this scale of virtue thus descends, Whate'cr their vast and glooniy vaults contain By just degrees, and thy full choice defends,

No names distinct of their grca: dead remain. So when, in visionary trains, by night

Beneath the mass confus’d, in heaps thy nonarchs Attending angels bless'd good Jacob's light,

Unknown, and blended in mortality. Llie, The mystic ladder thus appear'd to rise, Its foot on carth, its summit in the skies.

To death ourselves and all our works we owe,

But is their nought, () mufe, can save
Our memories from darkness and the grase,

And some short after-life beftow?
H Y M N

That task is mine, the muse replics,

And hark! The tunes the sacred lyre!

Verse is the last of huinan works that dics, THE CHILDREN OF CHRIST'S HOSPITAL'

When virtue does the long inspire. At the Extry of King George into London, 1714.

Then look, Eliza, happy saint, look dojen!

Pause fron inimortal joys a v:hile Hear us, o God, this joyful day!

To hear, and gracious with a smile Whole nations join their voice,

The dedicated numbers own; To thee united thanks to pay,

Say how, in thy life's scanty space, And in thy strength rejoice.

So thort a space, so wondrous bright, (night,

Bright as a summer's day, short as a funner's For led by thee, O King of Kings!

Could'ft theu find room for every crowded grace? Our sovereign George we fee;

As if the christy soul foreknew, Thy hand the royal blessing brings,

Like a wise envoy, Hiaven's intent,
He comes, he reigns by thee!

Soon to recal whom it had sent,
And all its talk refolv'd at once to do.

Or vert thou 'but a traveller below,
Plenteous of grace, pour from above
Thy favours on his head;

'That hither didit a while repair, Truth, mercy, righteousnets, and love,

Curicus our customs and cur laws io know? As guards around him fpread.

And, fickering in our grifler air,

And tir'd of vain repeated sights, With length of days, and glory crown'd,

Our foolish cares, our falsc delights, With wealth and fair increase,

Back to my native scats would'It go ?

Oh! since to us thou wilt no more return, Let hini abroad bc far renown'd, 5:;}l blest at home with peace.

Permit thy friends, the faithful few
Who belt thy numerous virtues know,

Themselves, not thee to mourn.

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VIONUMENTAL ODE,

TO TIIE MEMORY OF

DI RS. ELIZ A B ET II HUGHES,

Lot: Wife of Edrvard Hughes, Fly of Hertineford

biry in the County of Hertforit, and Daughter of Riibar' Harrison, Esa of Balls, in the fume County. Obijt Nov. 15 1714,

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Now, pensive zuse, enlarge thy flight!
(By turns the pensive nuses love
The hiily heights and shady grove)
Behold wheri, swelling to the sight,
Balls, a fuir fruclure, graceful stands!
And: freni yon verdant rising brow

Sees Hertford's ancient town), and lands
Where nature's hand in flow meanders leads

The Lee's clear stream its course to how

Through flowery vales, and moisten'd meads, And far around in beauteous prospects spreads

Her mop of plenty all below.
'Twas here and sacred be the spot of carth!

Eliza's fuul, born first above,
Descended to an humbler birth,

And with a mortal's frailties Atrove.
So, on sunie towering peak that meets the ky,

When mislive feraphs downward fly,
They stop, and for a while alight,

Put off their rays celestial bright,
Then take some milder form familiar to our eysu

SEE! how thote drooping nionuments decay !

Frail manlions of the filent dead,
Whose fouls so uncorrupting regions fled,
With a wife scorn their mouldering duft lur-
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(they ; Their tombs are rais'd from dust as well as

For sce! to dust chey both return,
And time consumes alike the ashes and the urn.

JI.

VI.

We ask the sculptor's art in vain
To make us for a space ourselves sur vive;
In Parian stone we proudly breathe again,

Or feem in figur'd brass to live,

Swiftly her infant vistues grew;
Water'd by heaven's peculiar care,

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DO EM S.

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Fier morning bloonz was doubly fair, No fliarper look or roughcr mieri
Like sumıner's day-break, when we lec In Scotish Highlands e'er was seen ;
The fresa-dropp'd stores of rosy dew

Nor ale and brandy ever bred
(Transparent beauties of the dawn)

More pinpled cheeks, or nofc more red;
Spread n'er the grass their cobweb-lawn, And yet, with both hands in my breast,
Or hang moist pearls on every tice.

Careless I walk'd, nor shunn'd the beast,
Pleas'd with the lovely light a while
Her friends behold, and joyful fnrile,

Place me among a hundred fpies,
Nor think ihe sun's exhaling ray

Let all the room be ears and eyes;
Will change the scene ere noon of day,

Or search ny pocket-books and papers,

No word or line shall give me vapours.
Dry up the glistering drops, and draw those dews

Send me to Whigs as true and hearty,
away.

As ever pity'd poor Maccarty;
Yet first, to fill her orb of life,

Lec Townsend, Sunderland, be there,
Behold, in each relation dear,

Or Robin Walpole in the chair :
*The pious saint, the dutcous child appear,

Or send me to a club of Tories,
The tender filter, and the faithful wife.

That damn and curse at Marlborough's glories,
Alas! but muft one circlet of the year

And drink-but sure none fuch there are :-
Unite in bliss, in grief divide

The devil, the pope, and rebel Mar;
*The destin'd bridegroom and the bride ?

Yet till my lngaley I'll boaft,
Stop, generous youth, the gathering tear, King George fhall ever be ny toast;
Thai, as you read these lines, or hear,

Unbrib'd his glorious cause I'll own,
Perhaps may start, and seem to say,

And fearless (corn each traicor's frown.
That short-liv'd year was but a day!
Forbear-anor fruitless sorrowings now employ,
Think she was lent a while, not given,

A FRAGMENT,
(Such was th' appointed will of Heaven)
Then grateful call that year an age of virtuous juy.

O SAY, se faints, wbo shine in reaims above,
And turn your harps to fing eternal love,

When fhall my voice attain your high degree ; )
AN ALLUSION TO HORACE,

When shall my soul froni clouds of sorrow free,

Hear your celestial song, and aid the harmony?)
Printed at the breaking out of the Rebellion, in the

year 1715.
Tule man that loves his king and nation,

APOLLO AND DAPHNE.
And thuns each vile associacion,
That trufts his honest deeds i'th' light,

A MASQUE.
Nor meets in Gark cabals, by night,
With fools, whin, after much debate,

Set to Music by Dr. Pepusfib, and performed at the
Get themselves hang'd, and save the state,

Tbeatre-Royal in Drury-Lane,
Needs not his hall with weapons Rore;
Nor dreads cach rapping at his door;

« Protinus alter amat, fugic altera nonen amantis.': Nor sculks in fear of being known,

Ovi.
Or hides his guilc in parson's gown ;

DRAMATIS PERSONE
Nor wants, to guard his generous heast,
The poniard or the poison'd dart

Apollo,

Mrs. Margarita.
And, but for ornament and pride,

Daphne,

Mrs. Barbier.
A sword of lath might cross his side.

Peneus,

Mr. Turner.
Doris,

Mrs. Willis,
If o'er St. James's park he ftray,
He stops not, pausing in his way;

Scene, the Valley of Tempe, in Theffaly.
Nor pulls his hat down o'er his face,
Nor itarts, looks back, and mends his pace :
Or if he ramble to the Tower,
He knoivs no crime, and dreads no power,

The First Scenç is a River,
But thence returning, free as wind,
Smiles at the bars he lost behind.

Pencus, a River-God, appears on a bed of rubber,
Thus, as I loiter'd t' other day,

lerning on bis urn. He rises, and comes forwardge Humming-O every month was May

bis bead crowned witb rubes and flowers, a reed in And, thoughtless how my time I squandır'd,

bis band.
I'rona Whitehall, through the Cockpit wander's,

Peneus.
A messenger with surly eye

How long must Peneus chide in-vaia
View'd ne quite round, and yet pafsd by.

His daughter's coyness and didain?

BOOK I.

ODL XX11.

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Through Tempe's pleasant vales and bowers

Apollo. As my full urn its current pours,

A swain that loves, In every plain, from every grove,

Daphne. I hear the fighs of slighted love;

Thy unavailing courtship spare. And on my rushy banks the Sylvans cry

Dost thou not daily hear the shepherds cry Why ever cruel, Daphne, why?

Why ever cruel, Daphne, why? But see she comes, the beauteous cause;

Go with the rest despair. Daphne, my just commands attend,

Apollo. Hear me, thy father and thy friend,

No, leć the rest despair, while I
And yield the last to love and Hymen's laws. Distinguish'd, triumph in the joy.

Dapbre.
O Peneus, urge this cruel suit no niore;

Fair blooming creature!
Have I not to Diana swore?

Each tender fcature Behold again to ker I bow,

Speals thee by nature Devoted ever to remain

For love design'd. A virgin of her sporless train ;

Then smile consenting, Hear Cynthia, and confirm my vow.

Loft time repenting,

Let soft relenting
How happy are we,

Now shew thee kind.
How airy, how free,

Daphne.
That rove through the woods and the plains !

Canft thou the mountain tiger bind,
In vain the blind boy

Or stop the floods, or fix the wind?
Our hearts would decoy,

Do thischen Daphne will perhaps be kind,
We scorn all his joys and his pains.

Apollo.
[Exit Daphne. Ev'n tigers love's soft laws obey;

Art thou more savage far than they?
Rash maid, return

Look all around thee, and above !
What hast thou sworn?

Love lights the skies, and paints the meads; With thce shall Peneus' race expire ?

Its genial flanie Tlien hear once more thy flighted fire,

Through heav'n, and earth, and ocean spreads ; And know, thy fatal vow draws down

Thou art thysclf the happiest child of love, The curse of heaven, a lather's srown,

Do not thy birch disclaim.
And sure destruction waits thy scorn.

Daphne.
Though fair as Phæbus thou should'st feem,

And were thy words soft as his lyre,
Feeble Cupid ! vain deceiver !

They could not move me to desire;
What avails thy boasted quiver ?

Wake, shepherd, from chy dream.
Where are all thy conquering arts ?
They that fly thee

Cease to soothe thy fruitless pain ;
May defy thee;

Why for frowny wilt thou be suing?
They who fear thee

Cease to languish and complain.
And reverc thee,

'Tis to seek thy own undoing,
Ever meet thy keenest darts. [Exit Pencus.

Still to love, and love in vain.

Apollo.

In her sofe cheeks and beauteous eyes,
Scene changes to a Forest.

What new enchanting graces rise ! [ Afide.

Peneus.

Apollo enters with his bow and arrous, as having newly f.zin ibe Python.

DUETTO for Apollo and Daphne.

Apol. No more deny nie, 1:0'lı.

O cease co fly nie 'Tis done the monster Python sain

Your faithful swain.
By Phoebus' shafts, lies breathless on the plain. Daph. No longer try me,
Yet why with conquest am I thus adorn'd?

For ever fly me,
Alas: I feel a mortal's pain,

Despairing swain.
Conquer'd by love, whom once I scorn'd. Apol. Yet hear ine.
O Daphne! till thy smiles I can obtain,

Duph. Forbear me.
No more these marks of triuniph let me bear; Apol. Let sighs imploring,
But thus a shepherd's semblance wear,

And looks adoring,
Till blest hy thee I grow a god again.

Still speak my pain. [Throzus away his bow and arrows, and takes | Daph. Your fighs imploring, up a feep-book.

And looks adoring, See-fhe appears: how wondrous fair!

But move disdain. [Exit Daphnc. Hail, goddess of these verdant groves!

Apollo.
Daphne.

She's s gonemnor knows from whom the flics. What art thou, or from whence?

Mistaken ciyres: false disdain :

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