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*If fuch a fight as this can pleafe ye,
OH, heavenly-born! in deepest dells
If faireft fcience ever dwells
Indulge the verdure of the woods:
With azure beauty gild the floods,
For melancholy ever reigns
While Dian, huntress of the vales,,,
Yet, goddefs, yet the way explore
When Solon and Lycurgus taught,
To erring zeal they gave new laws.
Bid bright Aftræa gild the morn,
Without thy aid, in vain the poles,
Come, faireft princefs of the throng,
Bring fweet Philofophy along
While raptur'd bards no more behold
In Heliconian ftreams.
Drive Thraldom with malignant hand,
To curfe fome other deftin'd land
By Folly led aftray:
Jerne bear on azure wing;
Energic let her foar, and fing
So, when Amphion bade the lyre
Behold the madding throng,
THE FIRST VOLUM E.
DE to the Hon. Sir William Temple, 1689. Page to the Athenian Society, 1691.
Lines written in a Lady's Ivory Table-book, 1699. 20 Mrs. Frances Harris's Petition.
Ballad on the Game of Traffic,
Another Ballad, occafioned by the preceding one.
The Problem, that my Lord Berkeley stinks when
Description of a Salamander, 1706.
To the Earl of Peterborow, who commanded the
British Forces in Spain.
On the Union.
On Mrs. Biddy Floyd.
Apollo outwitted. To the Honourable Mrs. Finch,
Vanbrugh's House, built from the Ruins of
The History of Vanbrugh's House.
Horace, Book III. Ode II. To the Earl of Oxford,
The Dean's Anfwer.