IV.
No, no, fair nymph---for no such end
Did heav'n to thee its bounty lend;
That breast was ne'er design'd by fate,
For verse, or things inanimate ;
Then throw them from that downy bed,
And take the poet in their stead.

On an EAGLE confined in a College-Court.

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I.
Mperial bird, who wont to foar

High o'er the rolling cloud,
Where Hyperborean mountains hoar

Their heads in Ether shroud ;----
Thou servant of almighty Jove,
Who, free and swift as thought, could'ít rove

To the bleak north's extremest goal ;---
Thou, who magnanimous could'st bear
The sovereign thund'rer's arms in air,
And shake thy native pole !----

II.
Oh cruel fate! what barbarous hand,

What more than Gothic ire,
At some fierce tyrant's dread command,

To check thy daring fire,

Has

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Has plac'd thee in this servile cell,
Where Discipline and Dulness dwell,

Where Genius ne'er was seen to roam ;
Where ev'ry selfish soul's at rest,
Ņor ever quits the carnal breast,
But lurks and sneaks at home!

III.
Tho' dim'd thine eye, and clipt thy wing,

So grov'ling! once so great !
The grief-inspired Muse shall fing

In tend'rest lays thy fate.
What time by thee scholastic Pride
Takes his precise, pedantic stride,

Nor on thy mis’ry 'casts a care,
The stream of love ne'er from his heart
Flows out, to act fair pity's part;
But stinks, and stagnates there.

IV.
Yet useful still, hold to the throng---

Hold the reflecting glafs ---
That not untutor'd at thy wrong

The passenger may pafs:
Thou type of wit and sense confin'd,
Cramp'd by the oppressors of the mind,

Who study downward on the ground ;
Type of the fall of Greece and Rome;
While more than mathematic gloom,

Envelopes all around !

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ARTE CRITIC A.

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Mr. POPE's Effay on CRITICISM.

Nec me animi fallit-.
Difficile illustrare Latinis versibus, effe
(Multa novis verbis præsertim cum fit agendum)
Propter egeftatem linguæ, & rerum novitatem. LUCRET.

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Has plac'd thee in this servile cell,
Where Discipline and Dulness dwell,

Where Genius ne'er was seen to roam ;
Where ev'ry selfish fouls at rest,
Nor ever quits the carnal breast,
But lurks and sneaks at home!

III.
Tho' dim'd thine eye, and clipt thy wing,

So grov'ling! once so great !
The grief-inspired Muse shall fing

In tend'reft lays thy fate.
What time by thee scholastic Pride
Takes his precise, pedantic stride,

Nor on thy mis’ry 'casts a care,
The stream of love ne'er from his heart
Flows out, to act fair pity's part;

But stinks, and stagnates there.

IV.

Yet useful still, hold to the throng--

Hold the reflecting glass,---
That not untutor'd at thy wrong

The passenger may pafs:
Thou type of wit and sense confin'd,
Cramp'd by the oppressors of the mind,

Who study downward on the ground;
Type of the fall of Greece and Rome;
While more than mathematic gloom,

Envelopes all around !

AN