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Composing music bade his dreams be fair,
Yet the least entrance found they none at all ; Whence sweeter grew our sleep, secure in maffy hall.
XLIV. And hither Morpheus sent his kindest dreams, Raising a world of gayer O’er which were fhadowy cast Elysian gleams, That play'd, in waving lights, from place to place, And shed a roseate smile on nature's face. Not Titian's pencil e'er could so array, So fleece with clouds the pure etherial fpace ;
Ne could it e'er such melting forms display, As loofe on flowery beds all languishingly lay.
tinct and grace ;
your vivid scenes too gross her hand.
Pour'd all th’ Arabian Heaven upon our nights, And bless'd them oft besides with more refin'd delights.
XLVI. They were in footh a moft enchanting train, Ev'n feigning virtue ; skilful to unite With evil good, and strew with pleasure pain. But for those fiends, whom blood and broils delight; Who hurl the wretch, as if to hell outright, Down, down black gulphs, where sullen waters fleep, Or hold him clambering all the fearful night
On beetling cliffs, or pent in ruins deep; They, till due time should serve, were bid far hence to XLVII.
[keep. Ye guardian fpirits, to whom man is dear, From these foul demons fhield the midnight gloom : Angels of fancy and of love, be near, And o'er the blank of sleep diffufe a bloom : Evoke the sacred shades of Greece and Rome, And let them virtue with a look impart : But chief, a while, O! lend us from the tomb
Those long-lost friends for whom in love we smart, And fill with pious awe and joy-mixt woe the heart,
XLVIII. Or are you sportive-Bid the morn of youth Rise to new light, and beam afresh the days Of innocence, simplicity, and truth; To cares estrang'd, and manhood's thorny ways. What transport, to retrace our boyish plays, Our easy bliss, when each thing joy supply'd; The woods, the mountains, and the warbling maze
of the wild brooks !—But, fondly wandering wide, My Muse, resume the task that yet doth thee abide.
amusement of our household was,
Or which obtain'd the caitiffs dare not taste :
with carking care and penurie;
Ne of its rigour will he bate a jot,
LI. Strait from the filth of this low grub, behold! Comes fluttering forth a gaudy spendthrift heir, All glossy gay, enamel'd all with gold, The filly tenant of the summer-air, In folly lo.t, of nothing takes he care; Pimps, lawyers, stewards, harlots, Aatterers vile, And thieving tradesmen him among them share :
His father's ghost from limbo-lake, the while, Sees this, which more damnation doth upon him pile.
LII. This globe pourtray'd the race of learned men, Still at their books, and turning o'er the page, Backwards and forwards : oft they snatch the pen, As if infpir’d, and in a Thespian rage; Then write, and blot, as would your ruth engage. Why, authors, all this scrawl and scribbling fore? To lose the present, gain the future age,
Praised to be when you can hear no more,
A neighbour's fortune, fame, or peace, to blight, And make new tiresome parties for the coming night.
LIV. The puzzling fons of party next appear'd, In dark cabals and nightly juntos met; And now they whisper'd close, now fhrugging rear’d Th’important shoulder ; then, as if to get New light, their twinkling eyes were inward set, No sooner Lucifer recals affairs, Than forth they various rush in mighty fret;
When, lo! puth'd up to power, and crown'd their cares, In comes another fett, and kicketh them down stairs.
They fit them down just where they were before,
For place or pension laid in decent row;