But dreams of thee long, livelong nights and days, O blessed youth! receive thy bonnibel", By Beauty led through all Love's rosy-thorny- | Eternal fount of virtue, love and grace! ways.

O kneel to all the gods and pray to all,

Who sparkle so divinely in her face, “ To heal his pains soft music does divide And with celestial fires her bosom bless. Most heavenly melody in soothing strains;

So shines Aurora in her rich attire, Nor heavenly melody, nor aught beside,

When she Hyperion wou'd fain caress: Save thee, ah dearest Dread! can heal bis pains. Gaze all the host of stars, and ail admire, Thy form too deeply in his breast remains. Then twinkle in their urns, and into night retire. So ever and anon he chides the gales, That slowly seem to brush the liquid plains;

“ O blessed maid! receive thy belamour), Oh! fly on all the wings of Heav'n, ye sails, With glee receive him and o'erflowing heart: Oh fly! he crys; and lo! a lover's pray'r prevails. Ne in high monarch's court, ne lady's buw'r,

A youth so form'd by Nature and by Art, “ Now cease thy sighs. She comes, (oh blessed Conspiring both, e'er cherish'd Cupid's dart. day!)

So Phæbus, lusty bridegroom of the sky, She comes, by all the Loves and Graces drest, With native splendours shines on every part; In proud humility. See, Hyinen play,

From east to west his pointed glories fly, With saffron robe and flame-embroider'd vest, He warmeth every heart, he dazzleth every eye.” (Such colours, sikerly?, suit Hymen best.) And Cupid catches rosy wafts of air

Here Thamis ended. Now the goodly train To stretch the sails and fan the royal guest.

Of all the Naïds, in most comely wise,
Nor Chastity, meek-ey'd, is wanting there, A present make of myrtle-girland green,
For she, and Modesty, sweet blushing, guide the Entrail'd with flowrets and with rare device.

The Graces eke, with laughter-swelling eyes,

A rosy-chaplet, steep'd in nectar bring, “ Not Venus, queen of beauty and of bliss (The roses gather'd in the morning skies) So goodly shone, when erst 8 the goddess sprung 'Then, joining with the Naids, form a ring, From Ocean's sparkling foam ; sweet nakedness! And round them deftly daunce, and round then A thousand Smiles and Loves upon her hung,

blithly sing. And all the gods for joy and wonder sung. The Waves so proud the beamy burthen bore

“ As roses and as myrtles kindly weave Exulting; she, around her, odours flung,

Their sweets in one, much sweeter as they blend; And bade the Billows laugh and cease to roar; Emblem of marriage-love! So you, receive They gladly her obey, and gently kiss the shore. Sweets interchang'd, and to each other lend;

Then, in a blest perfume, to Heav'n ascend, “ So fair she looks, nay fairer, could it be; And iningle with the gods! While here below, Did never mortal man such charms behold New myrtles, roses new, withouten end, In bow'r or hall. Spring waits upon her cye;

From your luxurious stock, full plenteous, grow, Lo! Flora has her richest stores out-roli'd

And with their parent-sweets, and parent-beauty Of variable flow'rs and blooming gold.

glow." The meadows smile, the birds renew their love And throw themselves in pairs the young and old; Next Albion's Genius came, bedite in gold, All nature glows where-e'er her glances move, An oaken chaplet nodded on his head; And Beauty paints each field, and music fills each | The crown he held was glorious to behold, grove.

And royally he taught his feet to tread.

Soon as he spy'd the prince's goodlyhead, “ But who is yon, each other youth excelling He pointed to the crown, and rais'd his voice As much as orient gold surmounteth brass? To hail the royal pair and bless their bed: Sure Honour in his visage choose her dwelling, The jolly Chorus catch the grateful noise, And sacred Truth, perdie 9, adorns bis face; Echo the woods and vales, and Heav'n and Earth Such goodlihead and humbless never was.

rejoice. Blest be the sight! full well those looks I kenn, Where Joyaunce sits and ever-smiling Grace; Next Liberty, the fairest nymph on ground; Frederic! 'tis he! the first and best of men, The flowing plenty of her golden hair Our dearling prince to meet Augusta well-be- | Diffusing lavishly ambrosia round; seen'.

Her hands a flow'ry cornucopia bear,

Which scatters joy and pleasaunce through the air. “ And lo! what medled passions in him move, Earth smil'd, and Gladness danc'd along the sky; He gazes-wonders-(great is Beauty's pow'r!) Before her vapish'd Grief and pale-ey'd Care, And, sweetly lost in ecstasy and love,

And eft, in courteous guise, she cast her eye His eyes her whole, his lips her lips devour, On that same gentle twain, her glory and her joy. Which Venus had besprent with nectar-show'r. Her slippery charms allow his eyes no rest,

And these beside, a sacred pers'nage came, But thousand arrows, nay ten thousand pour Immaculate ard sweet as Sharon-rose: Into his wounded and transported breast; [blest! Upon her breast a bloody cross did fame, Sure none like her is fair, sure none like him is Aumail'd with gold and gems in goodly rows:

A pall of lawn adown her shoulders flows: 7 Surely. 8 Formerly.

9 An affirmation. 1 Handsome.

2 Beautiful virgin. 3 Charming lover.

4 Often. CHORUS.

Yclep'd' Eusebia. She pray'd aloud,

And, as th' harmonious charmer sings, Theo, blessing both, for her defenders chose, In triumph points his darts, and waves his wings, And spheard her glories in a purple cloud: Th' barmonious charmer paus'd to see Sutly Augusta smild, full lowly Frederic bow'd. A list'ning, wond'ring deity;

While Silence softly chain'd her tongue, Fair Fame behind a silver trumpet blew,

The grid responsive rais'd the song, Skeet to the Earth, and fragrant to the sky!

In strains like these, if strains can be
Her mantle of a many-colour'd hue,

Rais'd to the raptures of a deity,
Her rain-bow wings pouderd with many an eye, The raptures of a wond'ring deity!
And near her Honour, Pow'r and Courtesy:
Honour of open front, and steady grace;

Poa's, clad in steel, a faulchion brandish'd bigh; Beauty, sacred beauty sing,
Courtesy drest in smiles her bounteous face:

Flowing from the wond'rous spring When these attend a prince, thrice happy sub-Of uncreated and primeval light! jects case!

Beauty the first best work of God,

Spoke into being in his high abode,
The Muses clos'd this intellectual scene And next his own eternal essence bright!
From Helicon; who knows not Helicon?
Gold were their lyres, their laurels ever-green.

Soon Clio to the prince a starry crown

With Beauty Music join, Presents, another to his bellibone6.

The breath of Heav'n Then all in lofty chorus swell the song,

To mortals given Big with their happy loves and great renown.

To swell their bliss to bliss divine! Prophetic numbers float the woods emong,

With Beauty Music join. For shepherd-lad too high, for memory too long.

Nathless 7 thy tuneful sons, O Oxford dear! Beauty, silent Harmony ! By Muses visited, may catch the lays,

Softly stealing through the eye Sweet-pouring streams of nectar on the ear,

Smiles into the breast a dart. And from their lips, in vision, learn to raise

Music, fine proportion'd sounds! Their loves and fame, to brighten future days.

Pours balm upon the lover's wounds Thee fits not, Thomalin, a simple swain,

Through the ear into the heart.
High deeds
sing, but ntle roundelays:

Go feed thy flock, renew the rural strain
On vaten pipe, content to please the humble plain. Thus once Cecilia, (tuneful Dryden sings,)

To fire with sacred rage her soul,

Touch'd into voice the sprightly strings,

And bade the silver tides of music roll.

An angel, list’ning to her lyre,

To lift the modulations higher,

Apply'd the aiding graces of bis tongue;

And while the virgin play'd, the seraph sung.

OSOFTLY sigh into th' fute,
While dear lanthe breathes the lovesick lay:

Sweetest mortal, to befriend thee,
Now teach the melancholy lute

Angels from their quires attend thee,
In teuder trills to melt the notes away,

Angels leave their thrones to hear
Melodious in decay!--

Music with devotion glowing,
But hark, she louder, louder sings,

Music heavenly joys bestowing, Sink, boldly sink into the strings:

Worthy a seraphic ear!
Shake, O shake the numerous wire,

Fire the blood, the spirits fire
With musical thunder and burning desire!

Again she trembles o'er the silver strings,
The silver strings, exulting to her hand,

Obey the sweet command,
Our souls divided with a fond surprise

And thus again the angel sings:
Dissolve in woe;

(While Silence wav'd her downy wings around, With rapture glow;

And Gladness smil'd along the purple skies;

All nature soft'ned at their fiows of sound,
Fall with her notes; or with her bosom rise;

Pais'd with hopes; with fears deprest; And brightned at the radiance of their eyes:)
Sweetly tortur'd, sweetly blest;

Sav'd by ber voice, and vanquish'd by her eyes.

Harmony, the soul refining!

Beauty, sense, and virtue joining
The god of love, to hear her strains

In a form and mind like thine,
Leaves his Acidalian plains,

Nobly raise a mortal creature

To a more exalted nature; 5 Called. 6 Fair damsel. 9 Nevertheless.

We alone are more divine!




“ But he the blooming wreath will scori),
Rapt'rous thus the angel suns,

Who scorn'd my virgin-bloom :
Manna melting from his tongue,

And me-alas! they suit not me,

Unless to deck my tomb.
Attemper'd to Cecilia's golden lyre:

The blended pow'rs of harmony
Trembled up the willing sky,

“ How oft the dear perfidious youth And mingled with the seraph's flaming quire.

Invok'd each pow'r above!

How oft he languish'd at my feet,

And vow'd eternal love!
How sweet the music, how divine,

“ How sweet the minutes danc'd away,
When Heaven and Earth in consort join!

All melted in delight!
O sweet the music! O divine!

With him each summer-day was short,

And short each winter-night.
Skill'd the softest notes to sing,

“'Twas more than bliss I felt:-and now
Skill'd to wake the sweetest string,
Dear lanthe both supplies :

Alas! 'tis more than pain. -
Thee, Cecilia, thee we find

Ye soft, ye rosy hours of love,

Return-return again.
In her form and in her mind,
The angel in her voice and eyes!

« Ah no.- Let blackness sha the night,

When first he breath'd his vows:
Happy, o beyond expressing !

The scene of pleasure then-but, ah!
He who tastes th' immortal blessing

The source of all my woes.
Dear lanthe may bestow!

« How cou'd I think so sweet a tongue
Beauty in its pride possessing,
Ever loving and caressing,

Cou'd e'er consent to lye?
Music moving,

'Twas easy to deceive a maid
Bliss improving! -

So soft and young as I.
He'll enjoy a heav'n below!

“ And yet he lays the fault on me,
Happy he, beyond expressing?

(Where none cou'd e'er be laid, Unless my loving him too well)

And calls me perjur'd maid.

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For so fierce is the passion which Stella inspires, Horrid with gold, and formidably bright
Not the ocean itself could extinguish its fires. He lightens and he thunders through the fight;

With bleeding hills he heaps the groaning plain,
Why gaz'd ye, my eyes, with such aking delight, And crimson torrents mingle with the main,
Till Paradise open'd and swam in my sight: At last, collecting all his patriot-fires,
Yes, Paradise open'd, and oh! to my cost,

In the full blaze of liberty expires. The serpent I found, but the Paradise lost.

If blest immortals bend their thoughts below,

(And verse like thine may listening angels draw) Hear'n knows with what fondness her heart I ad- What new-felt raptures through the hero roll, drest,

To find his deeds immortal as his soul! What passionate tenderness bled in my breast: To shine above each patriot's honour'd name, Yet so far was my truth from engaging belief, Thron'd in thy verse, the temple of his fame! That she frown'dat my vows, tho' she smild at Rich as the pillars which support the skies, my grief.

And bright with wit as Heav'n with starry dies:

As Virtue, firm; as Liberty, subliine; Sure never was love so ill-fated as mine;

A monument to mock the rage of Tinte. li a friend shall demand her, what, must I resign? Did Homer, say, thy glowing breast inspire Yes, yes, O resign her, be bravely distrest; To sing the Spartan with Athenian fire? And tho' I die unhappy, yet-may he be blest! Or Homer's self revives again in thee:

For Grecian chiefs and Grecian wit I see. And how blest must hebe?-Otoliveon her charms! His mighty spirit all thy genius guides, At ber wit while he wonders to sink in her arms!- And o'er thy bosom roll his golden tides. But yet, O my soul, to his friendship be just: Blest is thy fancy which durst first despise Let him live on her charms;—I'll go down to the Gods in machines and bullies from the skies. dust.

Nor Ariosto's fables fill thy page,

Nor Tasso's points, but Virgil's sober rage. To the chambers of darkness I gladly will go, Pure-temper'd fires an equal liglit maintain, For the light without her is the colour of woe: To warm' the reason, not to scorch the brain. Come, Death, then relieve me, my life I resign, How soft, how strong thy varied numbers move, Since the arrows of Loveare less friendly than thine. Or swell’d to glory, or dissolved to love.

Correct with ease, where all the Graces meet, Ye virgins of Isis, the fair and the young, Nervously plain, majestically sweet. Whose praises so often have sweetned my tongue, The Muses well thy sacrifice repay In pity, when of my sad fate you shall hear, Attendant warbling in each heavenly lay! 0», hunoar my grave with a rose and a tear! When Ariana grasps th' abhorred dart,

Each lover bleeds and feels it in bis heart.
Perhaps the dear, beautiful cause of my doom Ah faithful pair! by inisery improv'd:
May steal, by the star-light, and visit my tomb: Who wou'd not die to love as you have lov'd ?
Me ghost, if one sigh shali but heave in her breast, 'Like Teribazus gladly I could die
Too' restless without it, contented will rest, To draw one tear from dear lanthe's eye.

One sigh of hers wou'd recompense my breath,
Wou'd sweeten pain, and sanctify my death.
O might I, while her eyes inflict the wound,
Or her soft lute dissolves a plaintive sound,
Might I, while she inhales my latest breath,

Sink from her arms into the arms of Death ! AUTHOR OF LEONIDAS, A POEM. Then rise, (so pure a wish may be forgiven)

O sweet transition, from her breast to Heav'n!

Forgive this fond excursion of my woe;

Forgive these tears, that will, rebellious, flow; Waru'd with thy verse, which Liberty inspires, Forgive these sighs, that will, unbidden, rise, Which Nature forms-and sacred Reason fires, Till death for ever close her from my eyes. I pour a trivutary lay. Receive

But thou, blest youth, may thou for ever know The honest praise a friend may dare to give, The chaste endearment, and parental glow:

Most of our poets choose their early theme The still, the sacred, the melodious bour,
A fwry meadow, or a purling stream.

The morning-closet, and the ev'ning-bow'r. Thy genius took a flight above the groves, There, when thy Muse shall let her eagle fly, The pipe neglected and the rural loves;

And nobly lift a mortal to the sky, To gol-ike Newton's praises swellid thy lyre, When all th' inspiring God dilates thy soul, Play'd with the light and grasp'd eticreal fire. And quick ideas kindle as they roll, So the young lyric-lark, on trembling wings Li British valour thy brave care engage, O'er meadows warbles, and to shepherds sings, With British valour fire the glorious page, The youthful eagle, born to nobler sway,

Bid Henry's honours in thy poem glow, Enjoys the Sun, and boldly faces day.

On Edward immortality bestow. Next brave Leonidas, with virtue warm’d, Let Agincourt, let Cressy's well-fought plain 'Theerildof Heav'n and thee! our wonder charm’d: Kun purple in thy lines and bleed again; Our sonder and our silence best can teli

Britannia then, no more her sons shall mourn, How much be lov'd nis Greece, how great he fell. Extinct, forgotten in the silent urn: Hi arın how dreadful, how compos’d his mien ! Born on the wings of verse their names shall rise, Fusce as a god, and as a god serene.

Dear to the earth and grateful to the skies.



Hail, Poetry! whose life infusing lays

Nigrescat æther, pectore candido Bid time roll back and slecping atoms raise;

Pax alba ridet: mugiat Africus, Dust into being wake, expand the tomb,

Eurusque; tu, tranquilla Virtus,
Dead glory quicken, and restore lost bloom:

Vere tumens, Zephyros reduces.
As God, from mortals heighten to divine,
And give us through eternity to shine!

Tranquilla Virtus, nescia criminis,
Glover! thy mind, in various virtue wise, Te, Amice, munit, tectum adamantino
Each science claims, and makes cach art thy prize. Thorace; te non atra bilis
With Newton soars, familiar to the sky,

Mente quatit placidâ Novembris.
Looks Nature through, so keen thy mental eye,
Or down descending on the globe below,

Nec me November mente hilari quatit, Through humbler realms of knowledge loves to flow. Tristesque Menses: fallitur improba Promiscuous beauties dignify thy breast,

Vel Cura Musis, vel Choreis,
By nature happy, as by study blest,

Dulcè vices subeunte Baccho.
Thou, wit's Columbus! from the epic throne
New worlds descry'd, and made them all our own: Horatiani pocula nunc Meri
Thou first through real Nature dard explore, Grato ore libo, digna labris Jovis!
And waft her sacred treasures to our shore.

Nunc intimas & suave Nectar
The merchant thus, by heav'nly wisdom led,

Ovidii fuit in medullas.
(Each kingdom noted, and each law survey'd)
On Britain pours whate'er can serve inankind, Si grandis inflet Calliope Tubam,
Adorn the body, or delight the mind.

Mentem illa semper cantu Heliconio
Spices which blow'd in Araby the blest,

Accendit: lo! me jam aperto
And breath'd a Paradise around the east.

Virgilius dedit ire cælo.
Unclouded sapphires show tbeir azure sky,
Em'ralds with siniling green refresh the eye: Pompam Theatri visere sæpiùs
Ilere bleeds the ruby, diamonds sparkle there, Garrickus urget, Dramatis Arbiter!
To tremble on the bosoms of our fair.

Decore, gestu, voce, vultu
Yet shou'd the Sun with ten-fold lustre shine,

Ille oculos capit, ille mentes.
Exalt with deeper dies the faming mine,
Shou'd softer breezes and more genial skies

Odi profanos, pace tua, jocos,
Bid sweeter spice, in blooming order, rise,

Vanburge, -odi: me gravis attrahit Nor gems nor spice cou'd Nature no! to name, Shakespear, Cothurnati per ævun Bright as thy wit, or fragrant as thy fame.

Omne Pater, Columenque Regni.

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