His valiant peers were plac'd around;
Their brows with rofes and with myrtle bound:
So fhould defert in arms be crown'd, mel

The lovely Thais by his fide

Sat, like a blooming eaftern bride,

In fow'r of youth and beauty's pride..
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None but the brave,

None but the brave,

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Amid the tuneful quire,

With flying fingers touch'd the lyre:
The trembling notes afcend the sky,sih
And heav'nly joys inspire.

The fong began from Jove;

Who left his blifsful feats above,
Such is the pow'r of mighty love!

A dragon's fiery form bely'd the god;
Sublime on radiant fpheres he rode,
When he to fair Olympia prefs'd,

And ftamp'd an image of himself, a fov'reign of the world. The lift'ning crowd admire the lofty found;

A prefent deity, they fhout around:

A prefent deity, the vaulted roofs rebound:
With ravifh'd ears

The monarch 'hears,

Affumes the god,

Affects to nod,

And feems to fhake the fpheres. von and040

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The praife of Bacchus then, the fweet mufician fung;
Of Bacchus ever fair, and ever young:

The jolly god in triumph comes; MAXILL
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Flufh'd with a purple grace

He fhews his honeft face.

Now

Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes !

Bacchus, ever fair and young,
Drinking joys did firft ordain:
Bacchus bleffings are a treasure,
Drinking is the foldiers' pleafure;
Rich the treasure,

Sweet the pleasure;

Sweet is pleasure after pain.

Sooth'd with the found the king grew vain;

Fought all his battles o'er again;

And thrice he routed all his foes; and thrice he flew the flain,
The mafter faw the madness rife;
His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes:
And while he heav'n and earth defy'd,
Chang'd his hand and check'd his pride.
He chose a mournful muse
Soft pity to infuse:

He fung Darius great and good,
By two fevere a fate,

Fall'n, fall'n, fall'n, fall'n,
Fall'n from his high eftate,
And welt'ring in his blood:
Deferted at his utmoft need,
By thofe his former bounty fed,
On the bare earth expos'd he lies,
With not a friend to clofe his eyes.

With down-caft look the joylefs victor fat,
Revolving in his alter'd foul

The various turns of fate below;
And now and then a figh he ftole;
And tears began to flow.

The mighty mafter fimil'd, to fee
That love was in the next degree:
"Twas but a kindred found to move;
For pity melts the mind to love.
Softly fweet in Lydian meafures,
Soon he footh'd his foul to pleasures.
War he fung is toil and trouble;
Honour but an empty bubble;
Never ending, ftill beginning,
Fighting ftill, and ftill deftroying:
If the world be worth thy winning
Think, O, think it worth enjoying!
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Lovely

Lovely Thais fits befide thee,

Take the good the gods provide thee.
The many rend the fkies with loud applause;
So love was crown'd, but mufic won the cause.
The prince, unable to conceal his pain,
Gaz'd on the fair

Who caus'd his care,

And figh'd and look'd, figh'd and look'd,
Sigh'd and look'd, and figh'd again:
At length with love and wine at once opprefs'd,
The vanquifh'd victor funk upon her breast.
Now ftrike the golden lyre again;

A louder yet, and yet a louder ftrain.
Break his bands of fleep afunder,

And rouze him, like a rattling peal of thunder,
Hark, hark, the horrid found

Has rais'd up his head;

As awak'd from the dead,

And amaz'd, he stares around.

Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries,

See the furies arife,

See the fnakes that they rear,

How they hifs in their hair,

And the sparkles that flash from their eyes!

Behold a ghaftly band,

Each a torch in his hand!

Thefe are Grecian ghofts, that in battle were flain,
And unbury'd remain

Inglorious on the plain:

Give the vengeance due
"To the valiant crew:

Behold how they tofs their torches on high,uto
How they point to the Perfian abodes,

And glitt'ring temples of their hoftile gods.
The princes applaud, with a furious joy;
And the king feiz'd a flambeau, with zeal to destroy;
Thais led the way,

To light him to his prey,

And, like another Helen, fir'd another Troy.

Thus, long ago

Ere heaving bellows learn'd to blow,

While organs yet were mute;

Timotheus, to his breathing flute

And

And founding lyre, Male

Could fwell the faul to rage, or kindle foft defire.
At laft divine Cecilia came,

Inventrefs of the vocal frame;

The fweet enthufiaft, from her facred store,
Enlarg'd the former narrow bounds,

And added length to folemn founds,
With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before.
Let old Timotheus yield the prize,

Or both divide the crown;

He rais'd a mortal to the skies;
She drew an angel down.

DESCRIPTION of a BATTLE, illuftrated by a fublime Comparifon. [ADDISON.]

B Tofing the furious troops in battle join'd!

UT O, my mufe, what numbers wilt thou find

Methinks I hear the drum's tumultuous found
The victor's fhouts and dying groans confound,
The dreadful burft of cannon rend the skies,
And all the thunder of the battle rife.

'Twas then great Marlb'ro's mighty foul was prov'd,
That, in the fhock of charging hofts unmov'd,
Amidft confufion, horror, and defpair,
Examin'd all the dreadful fcenes of war:
In peaceful thought the field of death furvey'd,
To fainting fquadrons fent the timely aid,
Infpir'd repuls'd battalions to engage,
And taught the doubtful battle where to rage.
So when an angel, by divine command,
With rifing tempefts fhakes a guilty land,
Such as of late o'er pale Britannia paft,
Calm and ferene he drives the furious blaft;
And, pleas'd th' Almighty's orders to perform,
Rides in the whirlwind, and directs the ftorm.

The first ONSET of a BATTLE, illuftrated by a noble Comparifon. [POPE'S HOMER'S ILIAD.]

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IX'D at his poft was each bold Ajax found, With well-rang'd fquadrons ftrongly circled round: So clofe their order, fo difpos'd their fight,

As Pallas' felf might view with fix'd delight;

Or had the God of war inclin'd his eyes,
The God of war had own'd a juft furprize.
A chofen phalanx, firm, refolv'd as fate,
Defcending Hector and his battle wait.
An iron scene gleams dreadful o'er the fields,
Armour in armour lock'd, and fhields in shields,
Spears lean on spears, on targets targets throng,
Helms ftuck to helms, and man drove man along.
The floating plumes unnumber'd wave above,
As when an earthquake ftirs the nodding grove;
And levell'd at the fkies with pointing rays,
Their brandifh'd lances at each other blaze.
Thus breathing death, in terrible array,
The clofe-compacted legions urg'd their way:
Fierce they drove on, impatient to destroy;
Troy charg'd they firft, and Hector first of Troy.
As from fome mountain's craggy forehead torn,
A rock's round fragment flies, with fury borne,
(Which from the ftubborn ftone a torrent rends)
Precipitate the pond'rous mafs defcends:
From steep to fteep the rolling ruin bounds;
At ev'ry fhock the crackling wood refounds;
Still gath'ring force, it smokes; and, urg'd amain,
Whirls, leaps, and thunders down, impetuous to the plain:
There ftops-So Hector. Their whole force he prov'd,
Refiftless when he rag'd, and when he flopt unmov'd.

TO THE KING ON HIS NAVY.
[WALLER.]

WHORE Ethy and peace to all the brings

THERE-E'ER thy navy fpreads her canvas wings;

The French and Spaniard, when thy flags appear,
Forget their hatred, and confent to fear.

So Jove from Ida did both hofts furvey,

And, when he pleas'd to thunder, part the fray.
Ships heretofore in feas like fifhes fped,
The mightiest ftill upon the fmalleft fed;
Thou on the deep impofeft nobler laws,
And, by that juftice, haft remov'd the caufe
Of thofe rude tempefts, which, for rapine fent,
Too oft, alas! involv'd the innocent.
Now fhall the ocean, as thy Thames, be free
From both those fates, of forms, and piracy;

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