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Close groves, and opening glades with verdure No mitred priest did then with princes vie, 150 spread,

[bleed; Nor o'er his master claim supremacy; Flowers sighing sweets, and shrubs that balsam Nor were the rules of faith allow'd more pare, Witb gay variety the prospect crown'd,

For being several centuries obscure. And all the bright horizon smiling round,

None lost their fortunes, forfeited their blood, Whilst I attempt to tell how ancient Pame For not believing what none understood. Records from whence the villa took its name. Nor simony, nor sine-cure, were knowll; In times of old, when British nymphs were

Nor would the bee work honey for the drone. known

Nor was the way invented, to dismiss To love no foreign fashions like their own; Frail Abigails with fat pluralities. When dress was inonstrous, and fig-leaves the But then, in fillets bound, a hallowd band 160 And quality put on no paint but woad; (mode, Taught how to tend the flocks, and till the land; Of Spanish red unheard was then the name Could tell what murrains in what months begun, (For cheeks were only taught to blush by shame); And how the seasons travell’d with the Sun; No beauty, to increase her crowd of slaves, When his dim orb seem'd wading through the air, Rose out of wash, as Venus out of waves;

They told that rain on dropping wings drew near; Not yet lead-comb was on the toilet plac'd; And that the winds their bellow'ng throats would Not yet broad eye-brows were reduc'd by paste;

try, No shape-smith set up shop, and drove a trade When reddening clouds reflect his blood-shot eye: To mend the work wise Providence had made; All their remarks on Nature's laws require Tires were unheard of, and unknown the loom, 100 More lines than would even Alpin's readers tire. And thrifty silkworms spun for times to come; This sect in sacred veneration held

170 Bare limbs were then the marks of modesty; Opinions, by the Samian sage reveald; All like Diana were below the knee.

That matter no annihilation knows, The men appear'd a rough, undaunted race,

But wanders from these tenements to those; Sarly in show, unfashion'd in address;

For when the plastic particles are gone, Upright in actions, and in thought sincere; They rally in some species like their own; And strictly were the same they would appear. The self-same atoms, if new-jumbled, will Honour was plac'd in probity alone;

In seas be restless, and in earth be still; For villains had no titles but their own.

Can, in the truffle, furnish out a feast, None travell’d to return politely mad; 110 | And nauseate, in the scaly squill, the taste. But still what fancy wanted, reason had.

Those falling leaves that wither with the year, 180 Whatever Nature ask'd, their hands could give; Will, in the next, on other stems appear. Unlearn'd in feasts, they only eat to live. The sap, that now forsakes the bursting bud, No cook with art increas'd physicians' fees, In some new shoot will circulate green blood. Nor serv'd up Death in soups and fricasees : The breath to day that from the jasmine blows, Their taste was, like their temper, unrefin'd; Will, when the season offers, scent the rose; For looks were then the language of the mind. And those bright flames that in carnations glow,

Ere right and wrong, by turns, set prices bore; Ere long will blanch the lily with a snow. And conscience had its rate like common wbore;

They hold that matter must be still the same, Or tools to great employments had pretence; 120 And varies but in figure and in name; Or merit was made out by impudence;

And that the soul not dies, but shifts her seat, 190 Or coxcombs look'd assumning in affairs;

New rounds of life to run, or past repeat. And humble friends grew haughty ministers; Thus, when the brave and virtuous cease to live, lo those good days of innocence, here stood In beings brave and virtuous they revive. Of oaks, with heads unshorn, a solemn wood, Again shall Romulus in Nassau reign; Frequented by the Druids, to bestow

Great Numa, in a Brunswick prince, ordain Religious honours on the Misseltoe.

Good laws; and halcyon years shall hush the The naturalists are puzzled to explain

world again. How trees did first this stranger entertain;

The truths of old traditions were their theme; Whether the busy birds ingraft it there; 130 Or gods descending in a morning dream. Or else some deity's mysterious care,

Pass'd acts they cited; and to come, foretold; As Druids thought; for, when the blasted oak And could events, not ripe for fate, unfold: 200 By lightning falls, this plant escapes the stroke. Beneath the shady covert of an oak, So, when the Gauls the towers of Rome delac'd, In rhymes uncouth, prophetic truths they spoke. And flames drove forward with outrageous waste, Attend then, Clare; nor is the legend long; Jove's favour'd capitol uninjur'd stood:

The story of thy villa is their song. So sacred was the mansion of a god.

The fair Montano, of the sylvan race, Shades honour'd by this plant the Druids chose, Was with each beauty bless'd, and every grace. Here, for the bleeding victims, altars rose. His sire, green Faunus, guardian of the wood; To llermes oft they paid their sacrifice; 140 His mother, a swift Naiad of the flood. Parent of arts, and patron of the wise.

Her silver urn supply'd the neighbouring streams, Good rules in mild persuasions they convey'd; A darling daughter of the bounteous Thames. 210 Their lives confirming what their lectures said. Not lovelier seem'd Narcissus to the eye; None violated truth, invaded right;

Nor, when a flower, could boast more fragrancy: Yet had few laws, but will and appetite.

His skin might with the down of swans compare, The people's peace they studied, and profest More smooth than pearl; than mountain-snow No politics but public interest.

more fair; Hard was, their lodging, homely was their food; In shape so poplars or the cedars please; For all their ļuxury was doing good,

But those are not so straight, nor graceful these:

His flowing hair in unforc'd ringlets hung; Sad-Echo now laments her rigour more,
Tuneful his voice, persuasive was his tongue; Than for Narcissus her loose flame before.
The haughtiest fair scarce heard without a wound. Her flesh to sinew shrinks, her charms are ded;
But sunk to softness at the melting sound. 220 All day in rifted rocks she hides her head.

The fourth bright lustre had but just begun Soon as the evening shows a sky serene,
To shade his blushing cheeks with doubtful down. Abroad she strays, but never to be seen.
All day he rang'd the woods; and spread the toils, and ever, as the weeping Naiads name
And knew no pleasures but in sylvan spoils. Her cruelty, the Nymph repeats the saine;
In vain the nymphs put on each pleasing grace; With them she joins, her lover to deplore,
Too cheap the quarry seem'd, too short the chase: And haunts the lonely dales be rang'd before,
For, though possession be th' undoubted view, Her sex's privilege she get retains;
To seize is far less pleasure than pursue.

And, though to nothing wasted, voice remains. Those nymphs, that yield too soon, their charms So sung the Druids--then, with rapture fir'de And prove at last but despicably fair. (impair, Thus utter what the Delphic god inspir'd: His own undoing glutton Love decrees ;

« Ere twice ten centuries shall fleet away, And palls the appetite he meant to please: A Brunswick prince shall Britain's sceptre sway, Ilis slender wants too largely he supplies; No more fair Liberty shall mourn her chains; Thrives on short meals, but by indulgence dies. The maid is rescu'd, her lov'd Perseus reigns,

A grot there was, with hoary moss o'ergrown, From Jove he comes, the captive to restore; Rough with rude shells, and arch'd with moulder- Nor can the thunder of his sire do more. ing stone;

Religion shall dread nothing but disguise; Sad silence reigns within the lonesome wall, And Justice need no bandage for her eyes. And weeping rills but whisper as they fall; Britannia siniles, nor fears a foreign lord; The clasping ivies up the ruin creep,

Her safety to secure, two powers accord, And there the bat and drowsy beetle sleep. 240 Her Neptune's trident, and her monarch's sword.

This cell sad Echo chose, by love betray'd, Like him, shall his Augustus shine in arms, 310 A fit retirement for a mourning maid.

Though captive to his Carolina's charms, Hither, fatigu'd with toil, the sylvan flies, Ages with future heroes she shall bless; To shun the calentare of sultry skies;

And Venus once more found an Albán race. But feels a fiercer flame: Love's keenest dart “ Then shall a Clare in honour's cause engage: Finds through bis eyes a passage to his heart. Example must reclaim a graceless age. Pensive the virgin sate with folded arms,

Where guides themselves for guilty views mislead; Her tears but lending lustre to her charms. And laws even by the legislators bleed; With pity he beholds her wounding woes; His brave contempt of state shall teach the proud, But wants himself the pity be bestows. 250 None but the virtuous are of noble blood:

“Oh whether of a mortal born!” he cries; For tyrants are but princes in disguise, 320 “ Or some fair daughter of the distant skies ; Though sprung by long descents from Ptolemnies. That, in compassion, leave your crystal sphere, Right he shall vindicate, good laws defend; To guard some favour'd charge, and wander here: The firmest patriot, and the warmest friend, Slight not my suit, nor too ungentle prove; Great Edward's order early he shall wear; But pity one, a novice yet in love.

New light restoring to the sully'd star.
If words avail not; see my suppliant tears; Oft will his lcişure this retirement chuse,
Nor disregard those dumb petitioners."

Still finding future subjects for the Muse;
From his complaint the tyrant virgin flies, And, to record the sylvan's fatal flame,
Asserting all the empire of her eyes. 260 The place shall live in song, and Claremont be
Full thrice three days he lingers out in grief,

the name.”
Nor seeks from sleep, or sustenance, relief.
The lamp of life now casts a glimmering light;
The meeting lids his setting eyes benight.
What force remains, the hapless lover tries;

TO THE LADY LOUISA LENOS: Invoking thus his kindred deities :

WITH QVID'S EPISTLES. “ Haste, parents of the flood, your race to mourn;

In moving lines these few Epistles tell With tears replenish each exhausted urn;

What fate attends the nymph that likes too well: Retake the life you gave, but let the maid How faintly the successful lovers burn; Fall a just victim to an injur'd shade.” 970 And their neglected charins how ladies moura. More he endeavour'd; but the accents hung The fair you 'll find, when soit entreaties fail, Half form’d, and stopp'd untinish'd on his tongue.” | Assert their uncontested right, and rail.

For him the Graces their sad vigils keep; Too soon they listen, and resent too late; Love broke his bow, and wish'd for eyes to weep. 'Tis sure they love, whene'er they strive to hate. What gods can do, the mournful Faunus tries; Their sex or proudly shuns, or poorly craves; A mount erecting where the sylvan lies.

Coinmencing tyrants, and concluding slaves. The rural powers the wond'rous pile survey, In differing breasts what differing passions glov! And piously their diflerent honours pay.

Ours kindle quick, but yours extinguish slow. TH’asc nt with verdant herbage Pales spread; The fire we boast, with force uncertain burns, And nymphs, transform'd to laurels, lent their And breaks but out, as appetite returns: ller stream a Naiad from the basis pours; (shade. But yours, like incense, mounts by soft degrees, And Flora strews the summit with her flowers. And in a fragrant flame consumes to please. Alone Mount Latmos claims pre-eminence,

Your sex, in all that can engage, excel; When siiver Cynthia lights the world from thevce. And ours in patience, and persuading well


Impartial Nature equally decrees :

Her air an easy confidence must show,
You have your pride, and we our perjuries. And shun to find what she would dread to know;
Though forni'd to conquer, yet too oft you fall Still charming with all arts that can engage,
By giving nothing, or by granting all.

And be the Juliana of the age.
But, madam, long will your unpractis'd years
Smile at the tale of lovers' hopes and fears.
Though infant graces sooth your gentle hours,
More soft than sighs, more sweet than breathing

TO THE DUTCHESS OF BOLTON, Let rash admirers your keen lightning fear; ON HER STAYING ALL THE WINTER IN THE 'Tis bright at distance, but destroys if near.

COUNTRY. The time ere long, if verse présage, will come, Ceasa rural conquests, and set free your swains, Your charms shall open in full Brudenell bloom.

To dryads leave the groves, to nymphs the plains. All eyes shall gaze, all hearts shall homage vow, And not a lover languish but for you.


In pensive dales alone let Echo dwell, The Mase shall string her lyre, with garlands - Haste, let your eyes at Kent's pavilion shine,

And each sad sigh she hears with sorrow tell. And each bright nymph shall sicken at the sound.

It wants but stars, and then the work's divine. So, when Aurora first salutes the sight,

Of late, Fame only tells of yielding towns, Pleas'd we behold the tender dawn of light;

Of captive generals and protected crowns, But, when with riper red she warms the skies, lo circling throngs the wing'd musicians rise,

Of purchas'd laurels, and of battles wou,

Lines forc'd, states vanquish’d, provinces o'er-run, And the gay groves rejoice in symphonies.

And all Alcides' labour summ'd in one. Each pearly flower with painted beauty shines;

The brave must to the fair now yield the prize, And every star its fading fire resigns.

And English arms submit to English eyes :
In which bright list among the first you stand;

Though each a goddess, or a Sunderland.


ON HIS VOLUNTARY BANISHMENT. Our poet's rules, in easy numbers, tell,

Go, mighty prince, and those great nations see, He felt the passion he describes so well.

Which thy victorious arms before made free; In that soft art successfully refind,

View that fam'd column, where thy name engrav'd Though angry Cæsar frown'd, the fair were kind. Shall tell their children who their empire sav'd, More ills from love, than tyrant's malice, flow; Point out that marble where thy worth is shown, Jove's thunder strikes less sure than Cupid's bow. To every grateful country but thy own.

Ovid both felt the pain, and found the ease: O censure undeserv'd! unequal fate! Physicians study most their own disease.

Which strove to lessen him who made her great: The practice of that age in this we try,

Which, pamper'd with success and rich in fame, Ladies would listen then, and lovers lie.

Extold his conquests, but condemnd his nanie. Wbo flatter'd most the fair were most polite, But virtue is a crime when plac'd on high, Each thaght her own adınirer in the right: Though all the fault's in the beholder's eye; To be but faintly rude was criminal,

Yet he, untouch'd as in the heat of wars, But to be boldly so, aton'd for all.

Flies from no dangers but domestic jars, Breeding was banish'd for the fair-one's sake, Smiles at the dart which angry Envy shakes, The sex ne'er gives, but suffers ours should take.

And only fears for her whom he forsakes : Advice to you, my lord, in vain we bring;

He grieves to find the course of virtue cruss'd, The flowers ne'er fail to meet the blooming Spring. Blusbing to see our blood no better lost; Though you possess all Nature's gifts, lake care; Disdains in factious parties to contend, Love's queen has charms, but fatal is her snare.

And proves in absence most Britannia's friend, On all that goddess her false seniles bestows;

So the great Scipio of old, to shun
As on the seas she reigns, from whence she rose, That glorious envy which his arms had won,
Young Zephyrs sigh with fragrant breath, soft gales | Far from his dear, ungrateful Rome retird,
Guide her gay barge, and swell the silken sails:

Prepard, whene'er his country's cause requir'd, Fach silver wave in beauteous order moves,

Tu shine in peace or war, and be again adnird. Fair as her bosom, gentle as her doves; But he that once embarks, too surely finds A sullen sky, black storms, and angry winds; Cares, fears, and anguish, hovering on the coast,

TO THE EARL OF GODOLPHIN. And wrecks of wretches by their fully lost.

When coming time shall bless you with a bride, Whilst weeping Europe bends beneath her ills, Let passion not persuade, but reason guide ; And where the sword destroys not, famine kills; Instead of gold, let gentle truth endear;

Our isle enjoys, by your successful care, She has most charms who is the most sincere. The pomp of peace, amidst the woes of war. Shun vain variety, 'tis but disease;

So much the public to your prudence owes,
Weak appetites are ever hard to please.

You think no labours long for our repose:
The nymph must fear to be inquisitive;
Tis for the sex's quiet, to believe,

A gallery at St. James's.

Such conduct, such integrity are shown, 0! noble passion, to your country kind,
There are no coffers empty but your own. To crown her with the refuse of mankind.

From mean dependance, merit you rétrieve, As if the new Rome, which your schemes unfold Unask'd you offer, and unseen you give:

Were'to be built on rapine like the old, Your favour, like the Nile, increase bestows, While her asylum openly provides And yet conceals the source from whence it flows. For every ruffian every nation hides. No pomp, or grand appearance, you approve: Will you still tempt the great avenger's blow, A people at their ease is what you love:

And force the bolt which he is loath to throw; To lessen taxes, and a nation save,

Have there too few already bit the plains, Are all the grants your services would hare. To make you seek new Prestons and Dumblains? Thus far the state-machine wants no repair, If vengeance loses its effects so fast, But moves in matchless order by your care; Yet those of mercy surem-should longer last. Free from confusion, settled and serene;

Say, is it rashness or despair provokes And, like the universe, by springs unseen. Your harden'd hearts to these repeated strokes;

But now some star, sinister to our prayers, Reply:-Behold, their looks, their souls declare, Contrives new schemes, and calls you from affairs: All pale with guilt, and dumb with deep despair. No anguish in your looks, or cares appear,

Hear then, you sons of blood, your destin'd fate, But how to teach th' unpractis'd crew to steer. Hear, ere you sin too soon-repent too late. Thus, like a victim, no constraint you need, Madly you try to weaken George's reign, To expiate their offence by whom you bleed. And stem the stream of Providence in vain. Ingratitude's a weed of every clime,

By right, by worth, by wonders, made our own, It thrives too fast at first, but fades in time. The hand that gave it shall preserve his throne. The god of day, and your own lot's the same; As vain your hopes to distant times remove, The vapours you have rais’d obscure your flame: To try the second, or the third from Jove; But though you suffer, and awhile retreat, For 'tis the nature of that sacred line, Your globe of light looks larger as you set. To conquer monsters, and to grow divine,



Pallas, destructive to the Trojan line, (vide:
Near the vast bulk of that stupendous fraine, Raz'd their proud walls, though built by hands dj.
Known by the Gentiles' great apostle's name; But love's bright goddess, with propitious grace,
With grace divine, great Anna's seen to rise, Preserv'd a hero, and restord the race.
Au awful form that glads a nation's eyes; Thus the fam'd empire where the Iber flows,
Beneath her feet four mighty realms appear, Fell by Eliza, and by Anna rose.
And with due reverence pay their homage there.
Britain and Ireland seem to own her grace,
And even wild India wears a smiling face.

But France alone with downcast eyes is seen,
The sad attendant of so good a queen:

WRITTEN FOR THE TOASTING-GLASSES OF TOE Ungrateful country! to forget so soon,

All that great Anna for thy sake has done:
When sworn the kind defender of thy cause,

Spite of her dear religion, spite of laws;

Carlisle's name can every Muse inspire; For thee she sheath'd the terrours of her sword, To Carlisle fill the glass, and tune the lyre. For thee she broke her general-and her word: With his lov'd bays the god of day shall crown For thee her mind in doubtful terms she told, A wit and lustre equal to his own. And learn'd to speak like oracles of old. For thee, for thee alone, what could she more?

THE SAME. She lost the honour she had gain'd before;

At once the Sun and Carlisle took their way, Lost all the trophies, which her arts had won

To warm the frozen north, and kindle day; (Such Cæsar never knew, nor Philip's son); Resign’d the glories of a ten year's reign, [gain. Their virtues he, their beauties she bestow'd.

The flowers to both their glad creation ow'd, And such as none but Marlborough's arm could For thee in annals she's content to shine,

LADY ESSEX. Like other monarchs of the Stuart line.

The bravest hero, and the brightest dame,

From Belgia's happy clime Britannia drew;

One pregnant cloud we find does often frame

The awful thunder and the gentle dew.
Where, where, degenerate countryinen-how
Will your fond folly and your madness fly? [high

Are scenes of death, and servile chains so dear, To Essex fill the sprightly wine;
To sue for blood and bondage every year, The health's engaging and divine.
Like rebel Jews, with too much freedom curst, Let purest odours scent the air,
To court a change though certain of the worst? And wreaths of roses bind our bair:

There is no climate which you have not sought, in her chaste lips these blushing lie,
Where tools of war, and vagrant kings, are bought; And those her gentle sighs supply.



Behold this scene of beauty, and confess The god of wine grows jealous of his art,

The wonder greater, and the fiction less. He only fires the head, but Hyde the heart.

Like human victims here we stand decreed The queen of love looks on, and smiles to see

To worship those bright altars where we bleed. A nymph more mighty than a deity.

Who braves his fate in fields, must tremble here;

Triumphant love more vassals makes than fear. ON LADY HYDE IN CHILD-BED.

No faction homage to the fair denies; Hyde, though in agonies, her graces keeps,

The right divine's apparent in their eyes. A thousand charms the nymph's complaints Those flames, the vestals guard, can ne'er expire.

That empire's fix'd, that's founded in desire;
In tears of dew so mild Aurora weeps, adorn;
But her bright offspring is the cheerful Morn.

When Jove to Ida did the gods invite,
And in immortal toasting pass'd the night,

TO THE CORNISH SQUIRE, A COMEDY. With more than nectar he the banquet bless'd, Who dares not plot in this good-natur'd age? For Wharton was the Venus of the feast,

Each place is privileg'd except the stage;
There the dread phalanx of reformers come,

Sworn foes to wit, as Carthage was to Rome;

Their ears so sanctify'd, no scenes can please,

But heavy hymns, or pensive bomilies;

Truths, plainly told, their tender nature wound. TO DAY a mighty hero comes, to warm

Young rakes must, like old patriarch's expound; Your curdling blood, and bid you, Britons, arm.

The painted punk the proselyte must play, To valour much he owes, to virtue more;

And bawds, like fille-devotes, procure and pray. He fights to save, and conquers to restore.

How nature is inverted! soon you'll see
He strains no text, nor makes dragoons persuade; Jews at extortion rail, and monks at mystery.

Senates unanimous, and sects agree,
He likes religion, but he hates the trade.
Born for mankind, they by his labour live;

Let characters be represented true,
Their property is his prerogative.

An airy sinner makes an awkward Prue. His sword destroys less than his mercy saves,

With force and fitting freedom vice arraign; And none, except his passions, are his slaves. Though pulpits flatter, let the stage speak plain. Such, Britons, is the prince that you possess,

If Verres gripes the poor, or Nænius write, In council greatest, and in camps no less :

Call that the robber, this the parasite. Brave, but not cruel; wise without deceit;

Ne'er aim to make an eagle of an owl; Burn for an age curs'd with a Bajazet.

Cinna's a statesman; Sydrophel, a tool. But you, disdaining to be too secure,

Our censurers with want of thought dispense, Ask his protection, and yet grudge his power.

But tremble at the hideous sin of sense. With you a monarch's right is in dispute;

Who would not such hard fate as ours bernoan, Who gives supplies, are only absolute.

Indicted for some wit, and damn'd for none? Britons, for shame! your factious feuds decline,

But if, to day, some scandal should appear, Too long you've labour'd for the Bourbon line : Let those precise Tartuffs bind o'er Moliere. Assert lost rights, an Austrian prince alone Poet, and papist too, they'll surely maul, Is born to nod upon a Spanish throne.

There's no indulgences at Hicks's-ball. A cause no less could on great Eugene call;

Gold only can their pious spite allay, Steep Alpine rocks require an Hannibal:

They call none criminals that can but pay: He shows you your lost honour to retrieve;

The beedless shrines with victims they invoke, Our troops will bght, when once the senate give. They take the fat, and give the gods the sinoke. Quit your cabals and factions, and in spight Of Whig and Tory in this cause unite. One vote will then send Anjou back to France; There let the meteor end his airy dance :

PROLOGUE Else to the Mantuan soil he may repair,

SPOKEN AT THE OPENING OF THE QUEEN'S THEEvin abdicated gods were Latium's care,

At worst, he'll find some Cornish borough here.

Such was our builder's art, that, soon as nam'd,
This fabric, like the infant world, was fram'd.

The architect must on dull order wait,

But 'tis the poet only can create.

None else, at pleasure, can duration give: TO THE MUSIC-MEETING IN YORK-BUILDINGS.

When marble fails, the Muses' structures live. W HERE Music and more powerful beauties reign,

The Cyprian fane is now no longer seen, Who can support the pleasure and the pain? Though sacred to the name of love's fair queeng. Here their soft magic those two Syrens try,

E'en Athens scarce in pompous ruin stands, And if we listen, or but look, we die.

Though finish'd by the learn'd Minerva's hands. Why should we then the wondrous tales admire, More sure presages from these walls we find, Of Orpheus' numbers, or Amphion's lyre;

By beauty i founded, and by wit design'd. Of walls erected by harmonious skill,

(still ! How mountains mov'd, and rapid streams stood

Lady Sunderland.


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