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Strong Labour got up. With his pipe in his 1 In the middle of the ring,

He stoutly strode over the dale, (mouth, Mad with May, and wild of wing,
He lent new perfumes to the breath of the

Fire-ey'd Wantonness shall sing.
On his back hung his wallet and fail.

By the rivulet on the rushes,
Behind him came Health from her cottage of

Beneath a canopy of bushes, thatch,

Where the ever-faithful Tray, Where never physician had lifted the latch.

Guards the dumplins and the whey,

Collin Clout and Yorkshire Will
First of the village Collin was awake,

From the leathern bottle swill.
And thus he sung reclining on his rake.
Now the rural graces three

Their scythes upon the adverse bank
Dance beneath yon maple tree;

Glitter 'mongst th' entangled trees,
First the vestal Virtue, known

Where the hazles form a rank,
By her adamantine zone ;

And court'sy to the courting breeze.
Next to her in rosy pride,
Sweet Society the bride;

Ah ! Harriot! sovereign mistress of my heart,
Last Honesty, full seemly drest

Could I thee to these meads decoy,
In her cleanly home-spun vest.

New grace to each fair object thou’dst impart,
The abbey bells in wak’ning rounds

And heighten ev'ry scene to perfect joy.
The warning peal have giv'n;
And pious Gratitude resounds

On a bank of fragrant thyme,
Her morning hymn to Heav'n.

Beneath yon stately, shadowy pine,

We'll with the well-disguised hook All nature wakes--the birds unlock their throats,

Cheat the tenants of the brook ; And mock the shepherd's rustic notes.

Or where coy Daphne's thickest shade All alive o'er the lawn,

Drives amorous Phæbus from the glade, Full glad of the dawn,

There read Sidney's bigh-wrought stories, The little lambkins play,

Of ladies charms and heroes glories;
Sylvia and Sol arise,--and all is day

Thence fir'd, the sweet narration act,
Come, my mates, let us work,

And kiss the fiction into fact.
And all hands to the fork,
While the Sun shines, our hay-cocks to make,

| Or satiate with Nature's random scenes,

Let's to the gardens regulated greens,
So fine is the day,
And so fragrant the hay,

Where taste and elegance command
That the meadow's as blith as the wake.

Art to lend her dædal hand,

Where Flora's fluck, by nature wild,
Our voices let's raise

To discipline are reconcil'd,
In Phæbus's praise,

And laws and order cultivate,
Inspir'd by so glorious a theme,

Quite civiliz'd into a state.
Our musical words

From the Sun and from the show'r,
Shall be join'd by the birds,

Haste we to yon boxen bow'r,
And we'll dance to the tune of the stream.

Secluded from the teasing pry
Of Argus' curiosity :
There, while Phæbus' golden mean,

The gay meridian is seen,

Ere decays tbe lamp of light, [night-

Seize, seize the hint-each hour improve

(This is morality in love) ODE XIII.

Lend, lend thine hand-o let me view Jam pastor umbras cum grege languido,

Thy parting breasts, sweet avenue !
Rivumque fessus quærit, & horridi

Then,-then thy lips, the coral cell
Dumeta Silvani, caretque

Where all th' ambrosial kisses dwell!
Ripa vagis taciturna ventis.

Thus we'll each sultry noon employ

In day-dreams of ecstatic joy.
The Sun is now too radiant to behold,
And vehement he sheds his liquid rays of gold :

And short, but yet distinct and clear,

To the wanton whistling air
The mimic shadows dance.


Fat Mirth, and Gallantry the gay,

Dicetur meritâ nox quoque nonia.
And tomping Ecstasy'gin play..

'Twas when bright Cynthia with her silver car, Now myriads of young Cupids rise,

Soft stealing from Endymion's bed,
And open all their joy-bright eyes,

Had call'd forth er'ry glit'ring star,
Filling with infant prate the grove,
And lisp in sweetly-fault'ring love


And up th' ascent of Heav'n her brilliant host had Night with all her negro train,

Heav'ns! how you glide !-her neck-her chest
Took possession of the plain ;

Does she move, or does she rest ?
In an hearse she rode reclin'd,
Drawn by screech-owls slow and blind :

As those roguish eyes advance,
Close to her, with printless feet,

Let me catch their side-long glance,
Crept Stillness in a winding sheet.

Soon-or they'll clude my sight,
Next to her deaf Silence was seen,

Quick as lightning, and as bright,
Treading on tip-toes over the green;

Thus the bashful Pleiad cheats
Softly, lightly, gently she trips,
Still holding her fingers seald to her lips.

The gazer's eye, and still retreats,

Then peeps again—then skulks unseen,
You could not see a sight,

Veil'd behind the azure skreen.
You could not hear a sound,

Like the ever-toying dove,
But what confess'd the night,

Smile immensity of love;
And horrour deepen'd round.

Be Venus in each outward part,
Beneath a myrtle's melancholy shade, !

And wear the vestal in your heart.
Sophron the wise was laid:

When I ask a kiss, or so
And to the answ'ring wood these sounds convey'd:

Grant it with a begging nc,
While others toil within the town,

And let each rose that decks your face
And to fortune smile or frown,

Blush assent to my embrace.
Fond of trifles, fond of toys,
And married to that woman, Noise ;
Sacred Wisdom be my care,

And fairest Virtue, Wisdom's heir.

BEING THE BIRTH-DAY OF A BEAUTIFUL YOUNG LADY, His speculations thus the sage begun,

When, lo! the neighbouring bell
In solemn sound struck one :-

Hail, eldest of the monthly train,
He starts and recollects he was engag'd to Sire of the winter drear,

December, in whose iron reign
Then op be sprang nimble and light,

Expires the chequerd year, And rapp'd at fair Ele'nor's door;

Hush all the blust'ring blasts that blow, He laid aside virtue that night,

And proudly plum'd in silver snow,
And next mom por'd in Plato for more.

Smile gladly on this blest of days.
The livery'd clouds shall on thee wait,
And Phæbus shine in all his state

With more than summer rays.

Tho' jocund June may justly boast
ON MISS ...,

Long days and happy hours,

Tho' August be Pomona's host,

And May be crown'd with flow'rs :
Tell June, his fire and crimson dies,

By Harriot's blush and Harriot's eyes,
Loxo, with undistinguish'd fame,

Eclips'd and vanquish'd, fade away: I lor'd each fair, each witty dame.

Tell August, thou canst let him see My heart the belle-assembly gain'd,

A richer, riper fruit than he,
And all an equal sway maintain’d,

A sweeter flow'r than May.
But when you came, you stood confess'd
Sole saltana of my breast;

For you eclips'd, supremely fair,
All the whole seraglio there.

In this her mien, in that her grace,

Hanc Vos, Pierides festis cantate calendis, In a third I lov'd a face ;

Et testudinea, Phæbe superbe, lyrå But you in ev'ry feature shine

Hoc solenne sacrum multos celebretur in annos, Universally divine.

Dignior est vestro nulla puella choro.

TIBULLUS. What can those tumid paps excel, Do they sink, or do they swell ? While those lovely wanton eyes

PREPACE. Sparkling meet them, as they rise.

The author of the following piece has been Thus is silver Cynthia seen,

told, that the writing an ode on St. Cecilia's Day, Glistening o'er the glassy green,

'Miss Harriot Pratt of Downham, in Norfolk, While attracted swell the waves,

to whom our author was long and unsuccessfully Emerging from their inmost caves.

attached, and who was the subject also of the

Cramb. Ballad, and other verses in this collecWhen to sweet sounds your steps you suit,

tion, C. And weave the minuet to the lute,

fter Mr. Dryden and Mr. Pope, would be great lhess and purity of Horace. Dryden's is certainly apresumption, which is the reason he detains the I tbe more elevated performance of the two, but leader in this place to make an apology, much by no means so much so as people in general will acainst his will, he having all due contempt for have it. There are few that will allow any sort the impertinence of prefaces. In the first place of comparison to be made between them. This then, it will be a little hard (he thinks) if he is in soine measure owing to that prevailing but should be particularly mark'd out for censure, ) absurd custom which has obtained from Horace's many others having written on the same subject time even to this day, viz. of preferring authors without any such imputations; but they, (it may to the bays by seniority. Had Mr. Pope written he did not live long enough to be laughed at, or, first, the mob, that judge by this rule, would by some lucky means or other, escaped those have given him the preference; and the rather,

Brewd remarks, which, it seems, are reserved | because in this piece he does not deserve it. for him. In the second place, this subject was It would not be right to conclude, without not his choice, but imposed upon him by a gen- taking notice of a fine subject for au ode on St. Homon very eminent in the science of music, for | Cecilia's Day, which was suggested to the author whom he has a great friendship, and who is, byl by his friend the learned and ingenious Mr. his cood sense and humanity, as much elevated I Comber. late of Jesus College in this university; change the generality of mankind, as by his ex- Ithat is David's plaving to king Saul when he was quisite art he is above most of his profession. I troubled with the evil spirit. He was much The request of a friend, undoubtedly, will be pleased with the bint at first, but at length was meered at by some as a stale and antiquated apo- 'deterred from improving it by the greatness of logy: it is a very good one notwithstanding, the subject, and he thinks not without reason. which is manifest even from it's triteness; for it The chusing too high subjects has been the ruin can never be imagined, that so many excellent lof n

bat so many excellent of many a tolerable genius. There is a good authors, as well as bad ones, would have rule which Fresnoy prescribes to the painters; made use of it, bad they not been convinced of

which is likewise applicable to the poets. . it's cogency. As for the writer of this piece, he

Supremam in tabulis lucem captare dici . will rejoice in being derided, not only for obliging bis friends, but any honest man whatsoever,

Insanus labor artificum ; cum attingere tantum

(lucem; so far as may be in the power of a person of his mean abilities. He does not pretend to equal Non pigmenta queant: auream sed Vespere the very worst parts of the two celebrated per Seu modicum mane albentem; sive ætheris formances already extant on the subject; which

actam acknowledgment alone will, with the good-na

Post hyemen nimbis transfuso sole caducam; tured and judicious, acquit him of presuniption;

Seu nebulis sultam accipient, tonitruque ru

bentem. because these pieces, however excellent upon the whole, are not witbout their blemishes. There is in them both an exact unity of design,

The ARGUMENT. which though in compositions of another nature

Stanza I, II. Invocation of men and angels to a beauty, is an impropriety in the Pindaric,

join in the praise of S. Cecilia. The divine which should consist in the vehemence of sud

origin of music. Stanza III. Art of music, den and unlook'd for transitions: hence chiefly

or it's miraculous power over the brute and init derives that enthusiastic fire and wildness,

aniinate creation exemplified in Waller, and which, greatly distinguish it from other species

Stanza IV, V, in Arion. Stanza VI. the naof poesy. In the first stanza of Dryden' and in

ture of music, or it's power over the passions. the fifth of Poper, there is an air, which is so

Instances of this in it's exciting pity. Stanza far from being adapted to the majesty of an ode,

VII. In promoting courage and military virthat it would make no considerable figure in a

tue. Stanza VIII. Excellency of church muballad. And lastly, they both conclude with a

sic. Air to the memory of Mr. Purcell. turn which has something too epigrammatical in

Praise of the crgan and it's inventress Saint it. Bating these trifles, they are incomparably

Cecilia. beautiful and great ; neither is there to be found two more finish'd pieces of lyric poetry in our

I. language, L'Allegro and Il Penseroso of Milton excepted, which are the finest in any. Drvden's From your lyre-enchanted tow'rs, is the more sublime and magnificent; but Pope's , Ye musically mystic pow'rs, is the more elegant and correct; Dryden has the

Ye, that inform the tuneful spheres, tire and spirit of Pindar, and Pope has the terse] Inaudible to mortal ears,

While each orb in ether swims
Happy, happy, happy pair,

Accordant to th' inspiring hymns ;
None but the brave,
None but the brave,

3 It seems to have been otherwise in Homer'stime: None but the brave deserve the fair.

Την γαρ αιοδήν μαλλον επικλειοσ' ανθρωποι

“Ητις ακυοντεσσι νεωτατη αμφιτιληται.
2 Thus song cou'd prevail

Homer Odyss. a.
O'er Death, and o'er Hell,
A conquest how hard and how glorious !

And Pindar would have it otherwise in his.
Tho' Fate had fast bound her

- am gè nanacor With Styx nine times round her.

μεν οινον, ανθεα δ' υμνων Yet Music and Love were victorious.

VW Tigar

-Olymp. 9,

Hither Paradise remove

Spreads the placid bed of peace, . Spirits of Harmony and Love!

While each blast, Thou too, divine Urania, deign t'appear,

Or breathes it's last, And with thy sweetly-solemn lute

Or just does sigh a symphony and cease.
To the grand argument the numbers suit ;

Such as sublime and clear,

Neptune, &c. &c.
Replete with heavenly love,
Charm th' enraptur'd souls above.

Disdainful of fantastic play,

Behold Arion-on the stern he stands
Mix on your ambrosial tongue

Pall'd in theatrical attire,
Weight of sense with sound of song, To the mute strings be moves th’enliv'ning hands,
And be angelically gay.

Great in distress, and wakes the golden lyrer

While in a tender Orthian strain

He thus accosts the mistress of the main :
Disdainful, &c. &c.

By the bright beams of Cynthia's eyes

Thro' which your waves attracted rise,

And actuate the hoary deep; And you, ye sons of Harmony below,

By the secret coral cell, How little less than angels, when ye sing ! Where love, and joy, and Neptune dwell With emulation's kindling warmth shall glow,

And peaceful floods in silence sleep: And from your mellow-modulating throats

By the sea-flow'rs, that immerge The tribute of your grateful notes

Their heads around the grotto's verge, In union of piety shall bring.

Dependent from the stooping stem; Shall Echo from her vocal cave

By each roof-suspended drop, Repay each note, the shepherd gave,

That lightly lingers on the top, And shall not we our mistress praise

And hesitates into a gem; And give her back the borrow'd lays ?

By thy kindred wat'ry gods, But farther still our praises we pursue ;

The lakes, the riv'lets, founts and floods,
For ev'n Cecilia, mighty maid,

And all the pow'rs that live unseen
Confess'd she had superior aid-

Underneath the liquid green;
She did and other rites to greater pow'rs are due. Great Ainphitrite (for thou can'st bind
Higher swell the sound and higher :

The storm and regulate the wind)
Let the winged numbers climb:

Hence waft me, fair goddess, oh, waft me away,
To the Heav'n of Heav'ns aspire,

Secure from the men and the monsters of prey !
Solemn, sacred, and sublime:

From Heav'n music took it's rise,
Return it to it's native skies.

Great Amphitrite, &c. &c.

He sung--The winds are charm'd to sleep,
Higher stoell the sound, &c. &c.

Soft stillness steals along the deep,

The Tritons and the Nereids sigh

In soul-reflecting sympathy,
Music's a celestial art;

And all the andience of waters weep.
Cease to wonder at it's pow'r,

But Amphitrite her Dolphin sends the same,
Thoʻlifeless rocks to motion start,

Which erst to Neptune brought the nobly perjud Tho' trees dance lightly from the bow'r,

dameTho' rolling floods in sweet suspense

Pleas'd to obey, the beauteous monster flies, Are held, and listen into sense.

And on bis scales as the gilt Sun-beams play, † In Penhurst's plains when Waller, sick with love,

Ten thousand variegated dies Has found some silent solitary grove,

In copious streams of lustre rise, Where the vague Moon-beams pour a silver flood Rise o'er the level main and signify his way Of trem'lous light athwart th' unshaven wood,

And now the joyous bard, in triumph bore, Within an hoary moss-grown cell,

Rides the voluminous wave, and makes the wish'd He lays his careless limbs without reserve,

for shore. And strikes, impetuous strikes each quer'lous

Come, ye festive, social throng nerve

Who sweep the lyre, or pour the song,
Of his resounding shell.

Your noblest melody employ,
In all the woods, in all the plains

Such as becomes the mouth of joy,
Around a lively stillness reigns;

Bring the sky-aspiring thought,
The deer approach the secret scene,

With bright expression richly wrought,
And weave their way thro' labyrinths green ; | And hail the Muse ascending on her throne,
While Philomela learns the lay,

The main at length subdued, and all the world And answers from the neighbouring bay.

her own.
But Medway, inelancholy mute,

Gently on his urn reclines,
And all attentive to the lute,

Comel ye festive, &c. &c.
In uncomplaining anguish pines :

4 Fabulantur Græci hanc perpetuam Deis virThe crystal waters weep away,

ginitatem vobisse : sed cum a Neptuno sollicitaAnd bear the tidings to the sea :

retur ad Atlantem confugisse, ubi a Delphino Neptune in the boisterous seas persuasa Neptuno assensit, Lilius Gyraldus,

Blow on, ye sacred organs, blow,
But o'er th' affections too she claims the sway,

In tones magnificently slow;
Pierces the human heart, and steals the soul away.

Such is the music, such the lays,
And as attractive sounds move high or low,

Which suit your fair inventress' praise :
Th' obedient ductile passions ebb and flow.

While round religious silence reigns,

And loitering winds expect the strains.
Has any nymph her faithful lover lost,

Hail majestic mournful measure,
And in the visions of the night,
And all the day-dreams of the light,

Source of many a pensive pleasuro!

Best pledge of love to mortals giv'n.
In sorrow's tempest turbulently tost-

As pattern of the rest of Heav'n!
From her cheeks the roses die,

And thou chief honour of the veil,
The radiations vanish from her Sun-bright eye,
And her breast, the throne of love,

Hail, harmonious Virgin, hail!

| When Death shall blot out every name, Can hardly, hardly, hardly move,

And Time shall break the trump of Fame, 'To send th' ambrosial sigh.

Angels may listen to thy lute;
But let the skilful bard appear,

Thy pow'r shall last, thy bays shall bloom, And pour the sounds medicinal in her ear ;

When tongues shall cease, and worlds consume,
Sing some sad, some plaintive ditty,

And all the tuneful spheres be mute.
Steept in tears, that endless flow,
Melancholy notes of pity,

Notes that mean a world of woe;'

When Death shall blot out every name, &c.
She too shall sympathize, she too shall moan,
And pitying others' sorrows sigh away her own.

'HYMN Sing some sad, some &c. &c.




Wake, wake, the kettle-drum, prolong
The swelling trumpet's silver song,
and let the kindred accents pass

Tbro' the horn's meandring brass.
Arise-The patriot Muse invites to war,

And mounts Bellona's brazen car;

Having made an humble offering to him, with-
While Harniony, terrific maid !

out whose blessing your skill, admirable as it is, Appears in martial ponip array'd:

would have been to no purpose, I think myself The sword, the target, and the lance

bound by all the ties of gratitude, to render my She wields, and as she inoves, exalts the Pyrrhic

next acknowledgınents to you, who, under God, dance,

restored me to health from as violent and danTrembles the Earth, resound the skies

gerous a disorder, as perhaps ever man survived, Swift o'er the fleet, the camp she flies

And my thanks become more particularly your With thunder in her voice and lightning inhereyes.

just tribute, since this was the third time, that The gallant warriors engage

your judgment and medicines rescued me from With inextinguishable rage,

the grave, permit me to say, in a manner almost And hearts unchill'd with fear;

miraculous. Fame numbers all the chosen bands,

If it be meritorious to have investigated media Full in the front fair Vict'ry stands

cines for the cure of distempers, either overlookAnd Triumph crowns the rear.

ed or disregarded by all your predecessors, mil. CHORUS.

.lions yet unborn will celebrate the man, who The gallant warriors, &c. &c.

wrote the Medicinal Dictionary, and invented

the Fever Powder. VIII.

Let such considerations as these, arm you with

constancy against the impotent attacks of those But hark the temple's hollow'd roof resounds,

whose interest interferes with that of mankind; And Purcell lives along the solemm sounds and let it not displease you to have those for your Mellifluous, yet manly too,

particular enemies, who are foes to the public He pours his strains along,

in general. As from the lion Sampson flew,

It is no wonder, indeed, that some of the re.. Comes sweetness from the strong. tailers of medicines should zealously oppose Not like the soft Italian swains,

whatever might endanger their trade; but 'tis He trills the weak enervate strains, amazing that there should be any physicians

Where sense and music are at strife; mercenary and mean enongh to pay their court His vigorous notes with meaning teem, to, and ingratiate themselves with, such perWith fire, with force explain the theme, sons, by the strongest efforts to prejudice the And sing the subject into life.

inventor of the Fever Powder at the expense of Attend-he sings Cecilia-matchless dame! honour, dignity, and conscience. Believe me

'Tis she-'tis she-food to extend her fame, however, and let this be a part of your consola"! On the loud chords the notes conspire to stay, tion, that there are very few physicians in BriAnd sweetly swell into a long delay,

tain, who were born gentlemen, and whose for. And dwell delighted on her name.

tunes place them above such sordid dependen

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