§ 67. Character of a good King. THOMSON. YES, we have loft a father! The greatest blefling Heaven beftows on And feldom found amidst these wilds of time, § 71. THE prince in a lone court was plac'd, A Lion overcome by a Man. LEE. Unarm'd, all but his hands, on which he wore A pair of gantlets, At laft, the door of an old lion's den His prey; and, with a roar that made us pale, $73. Virtue the only true Source of Nobility. THOMSON. TELL thee, then, whoe'er amidst the fons Of reafon, valour, liberty, and virtue, Difplays diftinguifh'd merit, is a noble Of Nature's own creating. Such have risen, Sprung from the duft, or where had been our ho nours? And fuch, in radiant bands, will rife again On her attonish'd roes, and shakes them from her. 874 13 And diftant mountains where they feed their flocks, Where no rude fwains her fhady cell may know, $79. A worthless Perfon can claim no Merit And weather'd out the cold bleak night, are up, So. The Love of our Country the greatft of And, looking tow'rds the neighbouring paftures, raife Their voice, and bid their fellow brutes good ROM amber fhrouds I fee the morning rife; 877. The charming Notes of the Nightingale. LEE. THUS, in fome poplar fhade, the nightingale Virtues. THOMSON. HIS only blot was this; that, much provokˇd, Thefe, when the angry tempeft clouds the foul, bafe W. WHITEHEAD. $81. The fame. With piercing moans does her loft young be-Grief may to grief in endless round fucced, wail: And nature fuffer when our children bleed: And teach them to reform and blefs mankind. To plague unhappy man, and ruin nations. $83. Scipio reftoring the captive Princefs to be Royal Lover. THOMSON. WHAT with admiration [virgin, Young, fresh, and blooming like the morn. Aneye, She, queftion'd of her birth, in trembling accents, With tears and blushes broken, told her tale. His wishing youth stood check'd, his tempting powr Reftrain'd by kind humanity.—At once "of war "Has put thy beauteous miftrefs in my pow'r; "With whom I could in the most facred ties "Live out a happy life: but know that Romans "Their hearts, as well as enemies, can conquer. "Then take her to thy foul; and with her take "Thy liberty and kingdom. In return "I afk but this :-when you behold thefe eyes, "Thefe charms, with tranfport, be a friend to "Rome." $ 84. The Blefings of Peace. Beauteous peace! THOMSON. Sweet union of a state! what elfe but thou Gives fafety, ftrength, and glory to a people! I bow, Lord Conftable, beneath the fnow Of many years; yet in my breaft revives A youthful flame. Methinks, I fee again Thofe gentle days renew'd, that blefs'd our ifle, Ere by this wafteful fury of divifion, Worfe than our Etna's most deftructive fires, It defolated funk. I fee our plains Unbounded waving with the gifts of harveft; Our feas with commerce throng'd, our bufy ports With cheerful toil. Our Enna blooms afresh; Afresh the fweets of thymy Hybla blow. Our nymphs and fhepherds, fporting in each vale, Infpire new fong, and wake the paftoral reed. Monte Montezuma. What divine monfters, Oye Gods! | And the whole city feems like one vaft meadow Set all with flow'rs, as a clear heaven with stars. END OF THE THIRD BOOK. ELEGANT ELEGANT EXTRACTS, IN VERSE. BOOK THE FOURT H. EPIC AND MISCELLANEOUS: CONSISTING OF EXTRACTS from Tranflations of HOMER and TASSO; from SPENSER, MILTON, &c. together with Extracts from MILTON'S fmaller Works, Odes, Sonnets, &c, AND now arriv'd, where, on the fandy bay The Myrmidonian tents and veffels lay; Amus'd at eafe the godlike man they found Pleas'd with the folemn[harp's harmonious found (The well-wrought harp from conquer'd Thæbe Of polish'd filver was its coftly frame); [came, With this he foothes his angry foul, and fings Th'immortal de ds of heroes and of kings. Patroclus only of the royal train, Plac'd in his tent, attends the lofty ftrain; Full oppofite he fate, and listen'd long, In filence waiting till he ceas'd the fong. Unfeen the Grecian embaffy proceeds To his high tent; the great Ulyffes leads. Achilles ftarting, as the chiefs he-fpied, Leap'd from his feat, and laid the harp afide. With like furprife arofe Menetius' fon; Pelides grafp'd their hands, and thus begun : Princes all, hail! whatever brought you here, Or ftrong neceflity, or urgent fear; Welcome, tho' Greeks! for not as foes ye came; To me more dear than all that bear the name. With that, the chiefs beneath his roof he led, And plac'd in feats with purple carpets spread. Then thus-Patroclus, crown a larger bowl, Mix purer wine, and open ev'ry foul, Of all the warriors yonder hoft can fend, Thy friend moft honours these, and these thy friend, He faid. Patroclus o'er the blazing fire Heaps in a brazen vafe three chines entire: The brazen vafe Automedon fuftains, Which flesh of porket, fheep, and goat contains Achilles at the genial featt prefides, The parts transfixes, and with fkill divides. Meanwhile Patroclus fweats the fire to raise; The tent is brighten'd with the rifing blaze: Then, when the languid flames at length fubfide, He ftrows a bed of glowing embers wide; Above the coals the fioking fragments turns, And fprinkles facred falt from lifted urns; With bread the glitt'ring canisters they load, Which round the board Menetius' fon bestow'd; Himself, oppos'd t' Ulyffes full in fight, Each portion parts, and orders ev'ry rite. The first fat off rings, to th' immortals due, Amidst the greedy flames Patroclus threw ; Then each, indulging in the focial feast, His thirst and hunger foberly reprefs'd. That done, to Phoenix Ajax gave the fign, Not unperceiv'd; Ulyffes crown'd with wine The foaming bowl, and inftant thus began, His fpeech addreffing to the godlike man: Health to Achilles! happy are thy guests! Not thofe more honour'd whom Atrides feafts: Tho' gen'rous plenty crown thy loaded boards, That Agamemnon's regal tent affords: But |