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Fair beauty's bud! when Time shall stretch thy | Nobly adorn'd, and finish'd to display Confirm thy charms, and ripen thee to man, [span, A fuller beam of Heaven's ethereal ray. What plenteous fruits thy blossoms shall produce, May all thy charms increase, O lovely boy! And yield not barren ornament, but use! Spare them, ye pains, and age alone destroy! Ev'n now thy spring a rich increase prepares So fair thou art, that if great Cupid be To crown thy riper growth, and manly years. A child, the god might boast to look like thee! Thus in the kernel's intricate disguise,
When young lülus' form he deign’d to wear, In miniature a little orchard lies;
Such were his smiles, and such his winning air: The fibrous labyrinths by just degrees
Ev'n Venus might mistake thee for her own, Stretch their swoln cells, replete with future trees; Did not thy eyes proclaim thee not her son By Time evolv'd, the spreading branches rise,
Thence all the lightning of thy mother's flies, Yield their rich fruits, and shoot into the skies.
A Cupid grac'd with Cytheraa's eyes! O lovely babe, what lustre shall adorn
Yet ah ! how short a date the Powers decree Thy noon of beauty, when so bright thy morn!
To that bright frame of beauties, and to thee! Shine forth advancing with a brighter ray,
Pass a few days, and all those beauties fly ! And may no vice o'ercloud thy future day!
Pass a few years, and thou, alas! shalt die! With nobler aim instruct thy soul to glow,
Then all thy kindred, all thy friends shall see Than those gay trifles, titles, wealth, and show :
With tears, what now thou art, and they must be; May valour, wisdom, learning, crown thy days !
A pale, cold, lifeless lump of earth deplore ! Those fools admire these Heaven and Angels Such ehalt thou be, and kings shall be no more ! praise !!
But oh! when, ripe for death, Fate calls thee hence, With riches blest, to Heaven those riches lend, Sure lot of every mortal excellence ! The poor man's guardian, and the good man's friend: When, pregnant as the womb, the teeming Fartir Bid virtuous Sorrow smile, scorn'd Merit cheer, Resigns thee quicken’d to thy second birth, And o'er Affliction pour the generous tear.
Rise, cloth'd with beauties that shall never die! Some, wildly liberal, squander, not bestow,
A saint on Earth! an angel in the sky!
TO A GENTLEMAN OF SEVENTY, 'Thus offerings from th’ unjust pollute the skies,
WHO MARRIED A LADY OF SIXTEEN.
What woes must such unequal union bring,
When hoary Winter weds the youthful Spring!
You, like Mezentius,' in the nuptial bed,
Once more unite the living to the dead.
So glorious is thy morn of life begun,
XLIII CHAPTER OF ECCLESIASTICUS. That all to thee with admiration run,
A PARAPHRASE. Turn Persians, and adore the rising Sun.
The Sun, that rolls his beamy orb on high, So fair thou art, that if great Cupid be
Pride of the world, and glory of the sky, A child, as poets say; sure thou art.he.
Illustrious in his course, in bright array Fair Venus would mistake thee for her own,
Marches along the Heavens, and scatters day Did not thy eyes proclaim thee not her son. There all the lightnings of thy mother's shine,
O’er Farth, and o'er the main, and through th'ethe
He in the morn renews his radiant round, (real way. Their radiant glory and their sweetness join, To show their fatal power, and all their charms, in And warms the fragrant bosom of the ground; If fond Narcissus in the crystal stood, [thine,
But ere the noon of day, in fiery gleains A form like thine, O lovely infatit, view'd,
He darts the glory of his blazing beams; Well might the fame the pining youth destroy ;
Bencath the burnings of his sultry ray,
Earth, to her centre, pierc'd admits the day;
And lessen'd seas contract within their shore.
Thou gav'st the Sun to shine, and thou art Light: Be this thy early wish! The garden breeds, Whether he falls or rises in the skies, If animprov'd, at least but gaudy weeds :
He by thy voice is taught to fall or rise ; And stubborn youth, by culture unsubdu'd, Swiftly he moves, refulgent in his sphere, Lies wildly barren, or but gayly rude.
And measures out the day, the month, and year; Yet, as some Phidias gives the marble life, He drives the hours along with slower pace, While Art with Nature holds a dubious strifc, The minutes rush away impetrious in their race: Adorns a rock with graces not its own,
He wakes the flowers that sleep within the earth, And calls a Venus from the rugged stone; And calls the fragrant infants out to birth; So culture aids the human soul to rise, To scorn the sordid Earth, and mount the skies, 1 The living and the dead, at his command, Till by degrees the noble guest refines,
Were coupled face to face, and hand to hand, Claims ber high birthright, and divinely shincs.
Dryden's Virgil, Æn. VžL.
The fragrant infants paint th’ enameld vales, When stormy Winter from the frozen north And native incense loads the balmy gales;
Borne on his icy chariot issues forth, The balmy gales the fragrancy convey
The blasted groves their verdant pride resign, To Heaven, and to their God, an offering pay.
And billows harden'd into crystal shine:
Sharp blows the rigour of the piercing winds, By thy command the Moon, as day-light fades,
And the proud toods as with a breast-plate binds o Lifts ber broad cirele in the deepening shades ;
Evin the proud seas forget in tides to roll Array'd in glory, and enthron'd in light,
Beneath the freezings of the northern pole; She breaks the solenn terrours of the night;
There waves on waves in solid mountains rise, Sseetly inconstant in her varying fame,
And Alps of ice invade the wondering skies ; She changes still, another, yet the same !
While gulphs below, and slippery vallies lie, Now in decrease, by slow degrees she shrouds
And with a dreadful brightness pain the eye: Her fading lustre in a veil of clouds;
But if warm winds a warmer air restore, Now at increase, her gathering beams display
And softer breezes bring a genial shower, A blaze of light, and give a paler day;
The genial shower revives the cheerful plain, Ten thousand stars adorn her glittering train,
And the huge hills flow down into the main.
When the seas rage, and loud the ocean roars,
A sudden peace controls the limpid deep, And with a bright disorder paints the skies. And the still waters in soft silence sleep.
Then Heaven lets down a golden-streaming ray, The Lord of Nature fram'd the showery bow,
And all the broad expansion flames with day: Tured its gay arch, and bade its colours glow :
In the clear glass the mariners descry
A sun inverted, and a downward sky.
They who adventurous plough the watery way, Adorns the clouds, and makes the tempest please. The dreadful wonders of the deep survey ;
Familiar with the storms, their sails unbind, He, when deep-rolling clouds blot out the day,
Tempt the rough blast, and bound before the wind : And thunderous storms a solemn gloom display,
Now high they mount, now shoot into a vale, Pours down a watery deluge from on high,
Now smooth their course, and scud before the gale; Anci opens all the sluices of the sky:
There rolling monsters, arm'd in scaly pride, High o'er the shores the rushing surge prevails,
Flounce in the billows, and dash round the tide; Bursts o'er the plain, and roars along the vales; There huge Leviathan unwieldy moves, Dashing abruptly, dreadful down it comes,
And through the waves, a living island, roves ; Tumbling through rocks, and tosses, whirls, and
In dreadful pastime terribly he sports Mean time, from every region of the sky, (foams: And the vast ocean scarce his weight supports ; Red burning bolts in forky vengeance tly ;
Where'er he turns, the hoary deeps divide; Dreadfully bright o'er seas and earth they glare,
He breathes a tempest, and he spouts a tide. And bursts of thunder rend th' encumber'd air; At once the thunders of th’ Almighty sound,
Thus, Lord, the wonders of earth, sea, and air, Heaven lours, descend the floods, and rocks the | Thy boundless wisdom and thy power declare; ground.
Thou high in glory, and in might serene, He gives the furious whirlwind wings to fly,
See'st and mov'st all, thyself unmovid, unseen! To rend the Earth, and wheel along the sky;
Should men and angels join in songs to raise In circling eddies whirl'd, it roars aloud,
A grateful tribute equal to thy praise, Drives wave on wave, and dashes cloud on cloud; Yet far thy glory would their praise outshine, Where'er it moves, it lays whole forests low;
Though men and angels in the song should join ; And at the blast, eternal mountains bok ;
For though this Earth with skill divine is wrought, While, tearing up the sands, in drifts they rise,
Above the guess of man, or angel's thought, And half the deserts mount the burthen'd skies. Yet in the spacious regions of the skies
New scenes unfold, and worlds on worlds arise ; He froini aërial treasures downward pours There other orbs, round other suns advance, Sheets of unsully'd snow in lucid showers; Float on the air, and run their mystic dance; Flake after Aake, through air thick-wavering flies, | And yet the power of thy Almighty hand Till one vast shining waste all nature lies;
Can build another world from every sand:
CONCLUSION OF AN EPILOGUE
TO MR. SOUTHERN'S LAST PLAY, CALLED MONEY THE
Our author's scenes commanded smiles or tears;
And though beneath the weight of days he bends, Such are thy charms! get Zephyrs bring
But beauty, when it once declines,
Alas! incessant speeds the day,
When I, who now adore, may see,
But ere, sweet gift, thy grace consumes,
Show thou my fair-one how she blooms!
Put forth thy charms :--and then declare
Thyself less sweet, thyself less fair!
Then sudden, by a swift decay, SET BY DR. TUDWAY, PROFESSOR OP MUSIC IN
Let all thy beauties fade away;
And let her in thy glass descry, Wues from the plains Belinda Aled,
How youth, and how frail beauty dic. The sad Amintor sigh'd;
Ah! turn, my charmer, turn thy eyes! And thus, while streams of tears he shed,
See! how at once it fades, it dies ! The mournful shepherd cry'd:
While thine--it gaily pleas'd the view, “ Move slow, ye Hours ! thou, Time, delay! Unfaded, as before it grew ! Prolong the bright Belinda's stay:
Now, from thy bosom doom'd to stray, But you, like her, my prayer deny,
'T'is only beauteous in decay: And cruelly away ye fly.
So the sweet smelling Indian flowers,
Griev'd when they leave those happier shores, “ Yet though she flies, she leaves behind
Sicken, and die away in ours. Her lovely image in my mind.
So flowers, in Eden fond to blow, O! fair Belinda, with me stay,
In Paradise would only grow. Or take thy image too away!
Nor wonder, fairest, to survey “ See! how the fields are gay around,
The flower so suddenly decay ! How painted fowers adorn the ground!
Too cold thy breast! nors can it grow is if the fields, as well as I,
Between such little hills of snow, Were proud to please my fair-one's eye.
I now, vain infidel, no more “ But now, ye fields, no more be gay ;
Deride th' Ægyptians, who adore No more, ye flowers, your charms display!
The rising herb, and blooming fower; 'Tis desert all, now you are fled,
Now, now their convert I will be, And paradise is where you tread.”
O lovely Flower! to worship thee.
But if thou 'rt one of their sad train
Who dy'd for love, and cold disdain,
Who, chang'd by some kind pitying power,
I love, I die through deep despair !
THE STORY OF TALUS.
FROM THE FOURTH BOOK OF APOLLONIUS RHODIUS.
WHICH BP.LINDA GAVE ME FROM HIER BOSOM.
When Venus stood conceal'd from view,
But see! my fairest, see this flower,
*Huas de ninas vivídu, åsie & Hulev åring
From the stage.
Alluding to a vote of the Roman senate, by which they decreed Cæsar a crown of laurel to Gover his baldness. • Ainbrosiæque comæ divinum vertice odorem Spiravêre.
Thepce Crete they view, emerging from the main, | A direful front; now o'er the trembling field
Noise unextinguished : ere the beamy day
The great should bleed, imperial heads lie low ! Where o'er the ankle swells the turgid vein,
Mean time the bands of Troy in proud array Soft to the stroke, and sensible of pain.
Stand to their arıns, and from a rising ground And now her magic spells Medea 'tries,
Breathe furious war : here gathering hosts attend Bids the red fiends, the dogs of Orcus rise,
The towering Hector : there refulgent bands That, starting dreadful from th' infernal shade,
Surround Polydamas, Æneas there Ride Heaven in storms, and all that breathes, in- Marshals his dauntless files; nor unemploy'd vade;
Stand Polybus, Agenor great in arms, Thrice she applies the power of magic prayer,
And Acamas, whose frame the gods endow'd Thrice, hellward bending, mutters charms in air; With more than mortal charms: fierce in the ran Then, turning tow'rd the foe, bids Mischief fly,
Stern Hector shines, and shakes his blazing shield. And looks Destruction as she points her eye :
As the fierce dog-star with malignant fires Then spectres, rising from Tartarean bowers,
Flames in the front of Heaven, then, lost in clouds, Howl round in air, or grin along the shores;
Veils his pernicious beams; from ra:k to rank While, tearing up whole hills', the giant throws,
So Hector strode; now dreadful in the van Outrageous, rocks on rocks, to crush the foes:
Advanc'd his sun-bi oad shield, now to the rear But, frantic as he strides, a sudden wound
Swift rushing disappear'd: His radiant arms Bursts the life-rein, and blood o'erspreads the Blaz’d on his limbs, and bright as Jove's dire bolts As from the furnace, in a burning flood, (ground: Flash'd o'er the field, and lightend to the skies. Pours molten iead, so pours in streams his blood; Rang'd in two bands, move adverse, rank on rank,
As toiling reapers in some spacious field,
Where o'er the tilth the grain in ears of gold As some huge cedar on a mountain's brow,
Waves nodding to the breeze; at once they bend, Pierc'd by the steel, expects the final blow,
At once the copious harvest swells the ground: A while it totters with alternate sway,
So rush to battle o'er the dreadful field Till freshening breezes through the branches play; Host against host; they meet, they close, and ranks Then, tumbling downward with a thundering sound, Tumble on ranks ; no thoughts appear of flight, Fails headlong, and o'erspreads a breadth of ground: None of dismay: dubious in even scales So, as the giant falls, the ocean roars;
The battle hangs; not fiercer, ravenous wolves Out-stretch'd he lies, and covers half the shores.
Dispute the prey; the deathful scene with joy
High in Olympian bowers, on radiant thrones,
Lament the works of man; but loud complaints IN THE STYLR OP MILTON.
From every god arose ; Jove favour'd Troy,
At partial Jove they murmur'd: he, unmov'd, Now gay Aurora from Tithonus' bed
All Heaven in murmurs heard : Apart he sate Rose in the orient, to proclaim the day
Enthron'd in glory: down to Farth he turn'd To gods and men : down to the Grecian tents
His stedfast eye, and from his throne survey'd Saturnian Jove sends Discord, red with blood;
The rising towers of Troy, the tented shores, War in her hand she grasps, ensigns of war; The blaze of arms, the slayer, and the slain. On brave Ulysses' ship she took her stand,
While, with his morning wheels, the god of day The centre of the host, that all inight hear Climb'd up the steep of Heaven, with equal rage Her dreadful voice: her dreadful voice she rais'd; In murderous storms the shafts from host to host Jarring along the rattling shores it ran
Flew adverse, and in equal numbers fell To the fleet's wide extremes. Achilles heard,
Promiscuous Greek and Trojan, till the hour, And Ajax heard the souod: with martial fires When the tir'd woodman, in the shady vale, Now every bosom burns; arms, glorious arms,
Spreads his penurious meal, when high the Sun Fierce they demand; the noble Orthean song Flames in the zenith, and his sinewy arms Suells every heart; no coward thoughts of flight Scarce wield the ponderous axe, while hunger keen Rise in their souls, but blood they breathe and war. Admonishes, and Nature, spent with toil, Now by the trench a profound, the charioteers
Craves due repast—Then Greece the ranks of Troy Range their proud steeds; now car by car displays with horrid inroad goar'd: fierce from the van
Sprung the stern king of men, and, breathing death, • Minos and Rhadamanthus.
Where, in firm battle, Trojans band by band • V. 1665.
: V. 1679, 2 V. 48.
• Agamemnon, v. 148. VOL XII,
FROM THE ELEVENTH BOOK OP
Embody'd stood, pursued his dreadful way: Thus, when thro' age the Rose-tree's charms de.
Too soon that cheek must every charın resign, As when, in some huge forest, sudden flames
And those love-darting eyes forget to shine! Rage dreadful, when rough winds assist the blaze, While thousands weeping round, with sighs survey From tree to tree the fiery torrent rolls,
What once was you—now only beauteous clay! And the vast forest sinks with all its groves
Ev'n from the canvass shall thy image fade, Beneath the burning deluge; so whole hosts
And thou re-perish in thy perish'd shade: Yield to Atrides' arm : car against car (ranks Then may this verse to future ages show Rush'd rattling o'er the field, and through the One perfect beauty—such as thou art now! L'nguided broke; while breathless on the ground
May it the graces of thy soul display,
To shine the loveliest angel in the skies.
TO MR. FENTON'S EXCELLENT 'TRAGEDY, MARIAMNE.
Whey breathing Statues, mouldering, waste away, Blood mix'd with dust, distains his murderous hands. And Tombs, unfaithful to their trust, decay; As when a lion, in the gloom of night,
The Muse rewards the suffering good with fame, Invades an herd of beeves, o'er all the plains Or wakes the prosperous villain into shame; Trembling they scatter; furious on the prey
To the stern tyrant gives fictitious power The generous savage tlies, and with fierce joy To reign the restless monarch of an hour. Seizes the last; his hungry foaming jaws
Obedient to her call, this night appears Churn the black blood, and rend the panting prey: Great Merod rising from a length of years; Thus fled the foe; Atrides thus pursued,
A name! enlarg'd with titles not his own,
Of love, made greatly wretched by excess :
We see the tyrant in the lover lost.
O! Love, thou source of mighty joy or woe!
Thou softest friend, or man's most dangerous foe! 1716.
Fantastic power! what rage* thy darts inspire,
When too much beauty kindles too much fire! O! Wondrous art, that grace to shadows gives!
Those darts, to jealous rage stern Herod drove; By whose command the lovely phantom lives!
It was a crime, but crime of too much love! Smiles with her smiles! the mimic eye instills Yet if condemn'd he falls—with pitying eyes A real flame! the fancy'd lightning kills!
Behold his injur'd Mariamne rise! Thus mirrors catch the love-inspiring face, No fancy'd tale! our opening scenes disclose And the new charmer grace returns for grace.
Historic truth, and swell with real woes.
By woes ennobled, with majestic pace,
Small is the praise of Beauty, when it flies
() virgin! born th' admiring world to grace! But when strict honour with fair features joins, 'Transmit thy excellence to latest days;
Like heat and light, at once it warms and shines Yield 10 thy lover's vows! and then shall rise A race of beauties conquering with thine eyes; Who, rcigning in thy charms, from Death shall save That lovely form, and triumph o'er the Grave.
• What pangs, &c.
ON HER PICTURE.