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There wanted one, who license could restrain, True Poets souls to Princes are ally'd,
Make civil laws o'er barbarous usage reign : And the world's Empire with its Kings divide.
One worthy in Apollo's chair to fit,

Heaven trusts the present time to Monarch's care, 'To hold the scales, and give the stamp of wic; Eternity is the good Writer's Thare.* in whom ripe judgment and young fancy meet; And sorce poetic rage to be discreet; Who grows not nauseous while he strives to please, But marks the shelves in the poetic feas. Who knows, and teaches what our clime can

bear, And makes the barren ground obey the labourer's EARL OF ROSCOMMON; Few could conceive, none the great work could OCCASIONED BY HIS LORD SHIP'S ESSAY ON

do, 'Tis a fresh province, and reserv'd for you. Those talents all are yours, of which but one

From the Latin of Mr. Charles Dryden.
Were a fair fortune for a Muse's son.
Wit, reading, judgment, conversation, art,

A head well-balanc'd, and a generous heart.
While insect rhymes cloud the polluted sky,

"HAT happy Britain boasts her tunelul racc, Created to moleft the world, and die. Your file docs polish what your fancy cast;

Works are long forming which must always lait. The honour and the praise is justly due
Rough iron ferse, and itubborn to the mold, To you alone, illuftrious Earl! to you.
Touch'd by your chemic hand, is turn’d to gold, For Toon as Horace, with his artsul page,
A secret grace fashions the flowing lins,

By the explain’d, had taught the listening age;
And inspiration through the labour shines, Of brighteit Bards arose a ikilful train,
Writers, in fright of all their paint and art, Who fwectly sung in their immortal strain.
Betray the darling pallion of their heart.

No more content great Maro's steps to trace, No fame you wound, give no chaste cars offence, New paths we search, and tread unbeaten' ways. Still true to friendship, modesty, and fense. Ye Britons, then, triumphantly rejoice ; So Saints, from Heaven for our example sent,

And with loud peals, and ne consenting voice, Live to their rules, have nothing to repent. Applaud the man who does unrival'd lit, Horace, if living, hy exchange of fate,

“ The sovereign-judge and arbiter of wit !" Would give no laws, but only yours translate. For, led by thee, an endless train thall rise

Hoist fail, bold writers, search, discover fur, Of Poets, who shall climb superior skies; You have a compass for a Polar-star.

Heroes and Gods in worthy verse shall fing, Tune Orpheus' harp, and with enchanting rhymes And tune to Homer's lay the lofty string. Soften the favage humour of the times.

Thy works too, sovereign Bardt! if right I see, Tell all those untouch'd wonders which appear'd

They shall translate with equal majesty; When Fate itself for our great Monarch fear'di While with new joy thy happy shade shall rove Securely through the dangerous forest led

Through the blett mazes of th’ Elysian grove, By guards of Angels, when his own were fled. And, wondering, in Britannia's rougher tongue Heaven kindly exercis'd his youth with cares,

To find thy heroes and thy shepherds sung,' To crown with unmix'd joys his riper years.

Shall break forth in these words : “ Thy favour'a Make warlike James's peaceful virtues known,

name, The second hope and genius of the throne. Great heir and guardian of the Mantuan fame! Heaven in compaginn brought him on our stage, How shall my willing gratitude pursue Po tanie the fury of a monitrous age.

With praises large as to thy worth are due ? But what blest voice shall your Maria sing? Though tasteless Bards, by Nature never caught, Or a fit offering to her altars bring ?

In wretched rhymes disguise my genuine thought; in joys, in grief, in triumphs, in retreat, Though Homer now the wars of godlike Kings Great always, without aiming to be great. in Ovid's soft enervate numbers sings : True Roman najelty adorns her face;

Tuneful Silenus, and the matchless verse And every gesture 's form'd by every Grace. That does the birth of infant worlds rehearse, Her beauties are too heavenly and refin'd Atones for all, by that my rescued fame For the gross senses of a vulgar mind.

Shall vie in age with Nature's deathless frame; It is your part (you Pocts can divine) ? By thee the learned song hall nobly live, To prophesy how she by Heaven's design

And praise from every British tongue receive. Shall give an heir to the great British line,

Give to thy daring genins then the rein,
Who over all the Westeru illes shall reign,

And freely launch into a bolder Itrain;
Both awe the continent, and rule the main.
It is your place to wait upon her na
Through the valt regions of eternal fame.

* See Miscellany Poems, 1780, vol. III. p. 173.

+ Virgil. H. N.



Nor with thefe words my happy spirit grieve : Ye dragons, whose contagious breath The last good office of thy friend receive.' Peoples the dark retreats of death,

On the firm base of thy immortal lays, Change your fierce hiffing into joyful song, A nobler pile to thy lov'd Maro raise ;

And praise your Maker with your forked tonga My glory by thy skill shall brighter shine, With native charms and energy divine !

Praise him, ye monsters of the deep, Britain with just applause the work shall read, That in the seas valt bofoms fleep; And crown with fadeless bays thy sacred head. At whose command the foaming billows roar, Nor shall thy Muse the graver's pencil need, Yet know their limits, tremble and adore. To draw the hero on his prancing steed; Thy living verfe shall paint th' imbattled hoft Ye mists and vapours, hail and snow, In bolder figures than his art can boaft.

And you who through the concave blow,
While the low tribe of vulgar writers strive, Swift executors of his holy word,
By mean false arts to make their versions live; Whirlwinds and tempests, praise th' Almighty
Forsake the text, and blend each sterling line

With comments foreign to my true design;
My latent sense thy happier thought explores, Mountains, who to your Maker's view
And injur'd Maro to himself restores."

Seem less than mole-hills do to you,
Remeinber how, when first Jehovah spoke,
All heaven was fire, and Sinai hid in smoke.

Praise him sweet offspring of the ground,

With heavenly nectar yearly crown'd;
And ye tall cedars, celebrate his praise,

That in his temple facred altars raise,

Idle musicians of the spring,

Whose only care's to love and sing,
Azure vaults! O crystal sky!

Fly through the world, and let your trembling
The world's transparent canopy,

throat Break your long filence, and let mortals know Praise your Creator with the sweetest note. With what contempt you look on things below.

Praise him each savage furious teaft, Wing'd squadrons of the god of war,

That on his flores do daily fcast : Who conquer wherefoc'er you are,

And you tame slaves of the laborioos plos, Let echoing anthems make his praises known Your weary knees to your Creator bow. On earth his footstool, as in heaven his throne,

Majestic monarchs, mortal gods, Great eye of all, whose glorious ray

Whose power hath here no periods, Rules the bright empire of the day,

May all attempts against your crowns be vair! O praise his name, without whose purer light But still remember by whose power you reign. Thou hadît been hid in an abyss of night.

Let the wide world his praises fing, Ye moon and planets, who dispense,

Where Tagus and Euphrates fpring, By God's command, your influence ;

And from the Danube's frosty banks, to those Resign to him, as your Creator due,

Where from an unknown head great Nilas flows That veneration which men pay to you.

You that dispose of all our lives, Fairest, as well as first, of things,

Praise him from whom your power derires; From whom all joy, all beauty springs;

Be true and just like him, and fear his word, O praise th' Almighty Ruler of the globe, As much as malefactors do your sword. Who useth thee for his empyreal robe.

Praise him, old monuments of time; Praise him ye loud harmonious fpheres,

O praise him in your youthful prime; Whose sacred stamp all nature bears,

Praise him, fair idols of our greedy sense; Who did all forms from the rude chaos draw, Exalt his name, sweet age of innocence. And whose command is th' universal law :

Jehovah's name fhall only last, Ye watery mountains of the sky,

When heaven, and earth, and all is palt: And you so far above our eye,

Nothing, great God, is to be fouad in thee, Vast ever-moving orbs, exalt his name,

But unconceivable eternity. Who gave its being to your glorious frame.

Exalt, O Jacob's facred race,

The God of gods, the God of grace ; *" Cape dona extrema tuorum;" the motto to. Who will above the stars your empire raike, Lord Roscommon's Efay. H. N.

And with his glory recompense your praisc.









F tribe;

TOLLY and vice are casy to describe,

THE ARGUMENT. Two young foepberds, Chromis and Mnafylus, baving

been often promised a song by Silenus, chance to catch bim asleep in this Eclogue; ubere they bind bim band and fout, and then claim bis promise. Silenus, findo ing they would be put off no longer, begins bis song, in which be describes tbe formation of the universe, and the original of animals, according to the Epicurean pbilosopby; and oben runs through the most fura prising transformations which have bappened in Nature fince ber birth. This Eelogue was designed as a compliment to Syro tbe Epicurean, who instructed Virgil and Varus in tbe principles of that philofopby. Silenus acts as tutor, Cbronis and Mnafylus as the two pupils.

But when true virtues, with unclouded light,
All great, all royal, shine divinely bright,
Our eyes are dazzled, and our voice is weak;
Let England, Flanders, let all Europe speak,
Let France acknowledge that her taken throne
Was once supported, Sir, by you alone ;
Banish'd from thence for an usurper's fake,
Yet trusted then with her last desperate sake :
When wealthy neighbours strove with us for power,
Let the sea tell, how in their fatal hour,
Swift as an eagle, our victorious prince,
0:-at Britain's genius, flew to her defence;
His name ftruck fear, his conduct won the day,
He came, he faw, he seiz'd the tooling prey,
And while the heavens were fire and th' ocean

Confirm'd our empire o'er the conqucr'd flood.

O happy islands, if you knew your bliss !
Strong by the sea's protection, safe by his!
Express your gratitude the only way,
And humbly own a debt too vast to pay :
Let Fame aloud to future ages tell,
None e'er commanded, none obey'd so well;
While this high courage, this undaunted mind,
So loyal, fo fubmillively resign'd,
Proclaim that such a hero never springs
But from the uncorrupted blood of kings.

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Nor bluth'd to dwell among Sicilian swains,
When my Thalia rais'd her bolder voice,
And kings and battles were her lofty choice,
Phæbus did kindly humbler thoughes infuse,
And with this whisper check th'aspiring Muse :
A shepherd, Tityrus, his flocks should fced,
And choose a subject suited to his reed.
Thus ! (while each ambitious pen prepares
To write thy praises, Varus, and thy wars)
My pastoral tribute in low numbers pay,
And though I once presum'd, I only now obey.

But yet (if any with indulgent eyes
Can look on this, and such a trifle prize)
Thee only, Varus, our glad swains shall sing,
And every grove and every echo ring.
Phæbus delights in Varus' favourite name,
And none who under that protection came
Was ever ill receivid, or unsecure of fame.

Proceed my Muse.
Young Chromis and Mnafylus chanc'd to stray
Where (sleeping in a cave) Silenus lay,
Whose constant cups fly fuming to his brain,
And always boil in cach extended vein;
His trusty flaggon, full of potent juice,
Was hanging hy, worn thin with age and use;
Drop'd from his head, a wreath lay on the grounds
In haste they seiz'd him, and in haste they bound;
Eager, for both had been deluded long
With fruitless hope of his instructive long :
But while with conscious fear they doubtful food,
Ægle, the fairest Naïs of the flood,
With a vermilion dye his temples stain'd.
Waking, he smild, and must I then be chain'd!
Loose me, he cry'd; 'twas boldly done, to find
And view a God, but 'tis too bold to bind.
The promis’d verse no longer I'll delay
(She Thull be satisfy'd another way).

With that he rais'd his tuneful voice aloud, The knotty oaks their listening branches bow'd, And savage beasts and Sylvan Gods did crowd;

For lo! he sung the world's stupendous birth, How scatter'd feeds of fea, and air, and carth,


TINTER, thy cruelty extend,

'Till fatal tempelts swell the sea. n vain let sinking pilots pray;

Bencath thy yoke let Nature bend, et picrcing froit, and lasting snow, Ehrough woods and fields destruction fow!

Yet we unmov'd will fit and smile,
While you these lefser ills create,
These we can bear ; but, gentle Fate,

And thou, blest Genius of our ille, rom Winter's rage defend her voice, At which the listening Gods rejoice.

May that celestial sound each day Vith extasy transport our souls, Whilft all our passions it controuls,

And kindly drives our cares away; ct no ungentle cold destroy, Il taste we have of heavenly joy!



And purer fire, through universal night

Why should I speak of the Megarian maid, And empty space, did fruitfully unite;

For love perfidious, and by love betray'd? From whence th' innumerable race of things, And her, who round with barking monfters arm's, By circular successive order springs.

The wandering Greeks (ah frighted men!) By what degrees this earth's compacted sphere

alarm'd; Was harden'd, woods and rocks and towns to bear; Whose only hope on shatter'd ships depends

, How sinking waters (the firm land to drain) While fierce sea-dogs devour the mangled friendi

. Fill'd the capacious deep, and form’d the main, Or tell the Thracian tyrant's alter'u shape, While from above, adorn'd with radiant light, And dire revenge of Philomela's rape, A new-born sun surpris d the dazzled light; Who to those woods directs her mournful coarse, How vapours turn'd to clouds obfcure the sky, Where she had suffer'd by incestuous force, And clouds disfoly'd the thirsty ground supply; While, loth to leave the palace too well known, How the first forest rais'd its shady head,

Progré flies, hovering round, and thinks it fü Till when, few wandering beats on unknown her own? mountains fed.

Whatever near Eurora's happy stream Then Pyrrha’s stony race rose from the ground, With laurels crown’d, had been Apollo's theme, Old Saturn reign'd with golden plenty crown'd, Silenus fings; the neighbouring rocks reply, And bold Pronretheus (whose untam'd desire And send his mystic numbers through the ky; Rival'd the fun with his own heavenly fire) Till night began to spread her gloomy veil, Now doom’d the Scythian vulture's endless prey, And call'd the counted fheep from every dale; Severely pays for animating clay.

The weaker light unwillingly declin'd, He nam'd the nymph (for who but Guds could And to prevailing shades the murmuring tim tell?)

Into whose arms the lovely Hylas fell;
Alcides wept in vain for Hylas lost,
Hylas in vain resounds through all the coast.

He with conipafion told Pasiphaë's fault,
Ah! wretched queen! whence came that guilty

The maids of Argos, who with frantic cries
And imitated lowings fill the skies,
(Though metamorphos'd in their wild conceit)
Did never burn with such unnatural heat.

S O L I TU DE. Ah! wretched qucen! while you on mountains stray,

1. He on soft flowers his snowy side does lay ;

CAIL, sacred Solitude! from this calm bay, Or feeks in herds a more proportion'd love : Surround, my nymphs, the cries, surround the

And with wife pride despise grove;

All those senseless vanities : Perhaps some footsteps printed in the clay,

With pity mov'd for others, caft away Will to my love direct your wandering way;

On rocks of hopes and fears, I see them toss'd Perhaps, while thus in search of him I roam,

On rocks of folly, and of vice, I see them lot: My happier rivals have cntic'd him home,

Some the prevailing malice of the great, Ho sung how Atalanta was betray'd By those Hesperian baits her lover laid,

Unhappy men or adverse Fate, And the fad filters who to trees were turn'd,

Sunk deep into the gulphs of an afflicted state. While with the world th' ambitious brother burn’d. Whilft Virtue courts them, but alas in raia,

But more, far more, a numberless prodigious item All he describ'd was present to their eyes,

Fly from her kind embracing arms, And as he rais'd his verse, the poplars seem'd to

Deaf to her fondeft call, blind to her gilim rile.

charms, He taught which Mufe did by Apollo's will

And, funk in pleasures and in brutish ease, Guide wandering Gallus to th' Aonian hill :

They in their shipwreck'd itate themselves obde? (Which place the God for folema meetings chose)

please. With deep respect the learned fenate rose, And Linus thus (deputed by the rest)

II. The hero's welcome, and their thanks, preh'd :

Hail, facred Solitude! foul of foul,

my 'This harp of old to Hefiod did belong,

It is by thee I truly live, To this, the Muses' gist, join thy harmonious Thou dost a better life and nobler vigour give; fong :

Doft each unruly appetite controul : Charm'd by these strings, trees starting from the Thy constant quiet fills my peaceful breat, ground,

With unmix'd joy, uninterrupted reft. Have follow'd with delight the powerful sound.

Presuming love does ne'er invade Thus consecrated, thy Grynean grove

This private solitary Thade : Shall have no equal in Apollo's love.

And, with fantastic wounds by beauty made,



Our great

The joy has no allay of jealousy, hope, and fear,

The solid comforts of this happy sphere :
Yet I exalted Love admire,

Friendship, abhorring sordid gain,

TIRTUE (dear friend) needs no defcnce, And purify'd from Lust's dishoncft itain :

No arms, but its own innocence :
Nor is it for my folitude unfit,

Quivers and bows, and poison's darts,
For I am with my friend alone,

Are only us'd by guilty hearts,
As if we were but one;

'Tis the polluted love that multiplies,
But friendship does two souls in one comprise. An honest mind safely alone

May travel through the burning zone;

Or through the deepest Scythian snows,
Here in a full and constant tide doth flow

Or where the fam'd Hydalpes flows.
All bleflings inan can hope to know;

Here in a deep recess of thought we find
Pleafures which entertain, and which exalt the While, rul'd by a refiftlefs fire,

* Orinda I admire,
Pleafures which do from friendship and from The hungry wolves that see me fray,
knowledge rise,

Unarm’d and single, run away.
Which make us happy, as they make us wise :

Here may I always on this downy grass,
Unknowo, unseen, my casy minutes país:

Set me in the remoteft place
Till with a gentle force victorious death

That ever Neptune did embrace;
My solitude invade,

When there her image fiils my breast,
And, stopping for a while ray breath,

Helicon is not half so bleft.
With cafe convey me to a better thade.

Leave me upon some Libyan plain,
So she my fancy entertain,
And when the thirsty monsters meet,
They'll all pay homage to my feet,


The magic of Orinda's name,
Not only can their fierceness isme,

But, if that mighty word I once rehearse,

They fera fubmislively to roar in verse.



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TIRTUE, dear friend, needs no defence,

The sureft guard is innocence :
None knew, till guilt created fear,
What darts or poiton'd arrows were.

Integrity undaunted goes
Through Libyan lands and Scythian snows,
Or where Hydaspes' wealthy Side
Pays tribute to the Persian pride.

For as (by amoroas thoughts betray'd)
Cireless in Sabine woods 1 stray'd,
A grisly foaming wolf unfed,
Met me unarm d, yet trembling fled.

No bealt of more portentous lize
In the Hercinian forest lies;
None fiercer, in Numidia bred,
With Carthage were in triumph led.

Set me in the remotest place,
That Neptune's frozen arms embrace;
Vihere angry Jove did never spare
One breath of kind and temperate air.

Set me where on some pathless plain
The swarthy Africans complain,
To see the chariot of the Sun
So near their scorching country run.

The burning zone, the frozen illes,
Shall hear me sing of Cælia's smiles :
All cold but in her breast I will defpise,
And dare all heat but that in Cælia's cyes.

H happy grove! dark and secure retreat

Of facred silence, rest's eternal feat;
How well your cool and unfrequented shade
Suits with the chaite retirements of a m.id;
Oh! is kind heaven had been for much my friend,
To make my fate upon my choice depend;
All my ambition I would here confine,
And only this Elyfinm should be mine:
Fond min, by pallion willully betray'd,
Adore those idols which their fancy made;
Purchafing riches with our time and care,
We lose our freedom in a gilded fnare;
And, having all, all to ourselves refuse,
Opprest with bicsiings which we fear to use.

• Mrs. Catharine Philips.

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