Yet ftill my Loyalty I'll boast, King GEORGE fhall ever be my TOAST; Upen the DEATH of Dr. SMITH, Vicer Mafter of Trinity-College, CAMBRIDGE. S with foft Numbers when the Thracian try'd From the cold Arms of Death to raife his Bride, Sooth'd by his Charms th' Infernals heard him mourn, And Death too smiling bid the Nymph return; So too could you, Great Shade, the Fates affwage, Lues Maffilienfis ; ODE Ꭺ Ꭰ Authorem ejufdem tituli Poematis. UALIS Minister turbinis Angelus Accingit omnem numinis impetum ; Vult rapidis equitare ventis. Enfem ille Sacrum, lethiferum, igneum It vox per Auras, ita tellus Immane. Immane ventus concutitur Sono, Multumque collifis tremifcit Te Mufa tali flamine proripit, Et morte, moliris procellam, Qua lingua graffantem expediat lui Non veftra Stragem? Que gemitus graves? Et populi Morientis ora? Faftidit omnes Oceani Moras Diffufa peftis. Tum Rhodanus celer Undare lugubri querela; Tum gravidi gemuisse venti. Garumna fentit proximus Malum Quam mallet ingratum coactis Que Scena vultus occupat horrida? Ha En! En! Mortis informes triumphi, Per colla parvas infinuans Manus At Sæpe, tota mente volubilis, Si forte rerum meus manet integra, Et cineri Socianda Mater. Divi! Ut negetur funeribus locus? Manes amicorum parentans Mitte: aliam violabis urnam. Tato venite huc agmine Vultures! Poffe genas maduiffe fletu. AN |