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Or calls his mate, and as be sweetly sings,

and as he sweetly sings, Now sit exalted in those realms of rest Soars in the sup-bram, wavering on his wings. Where virtue reigns, and innocence is blest, The ruthless fowler, with unerring aim,

Relentless death's inevitable Joom
Points the dire Lube--forth streams the sudden | Untimely wrapt you in the silent tomb,

Ere the first tender down o'erspread your chin,
Swift in boarse thunder flies the leadey sound, A stranger yet to sorrow, and to sin.
The rigid rocks return the murdering sound; As some sweet rose-bud, that has just begun
The strains unfinish'd wit, the warbler die, To ope its damask beauties in the sun,
Float into air, and vanish in the sky.

Cropt by a virgin's hand, remains confest
Thus oft, fond man, rejoicing in his might, A sweeter rose-bud in her balmy breast :
Sports in the sunshine of serene delight;

Thus the fair youth, when Hear'n requir'd bis Fate comes unseen, and snaps the thin spun

breath, thread,

Sunk, sweetly smiling, in the arms of death; He dies, and sleeps forgutten with the dead. For endless joys exebanging endless strife,

And bloom'd renew'd in everlasting life.

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All ye gentle powers above,
Venus, and thou god of love ;

All ye gentle souls below,
That can melt at others woe;

Happy the Briton, whom indulgent fate
Lesbia's loss with tears deplore,

Has fix'd securely in the middle state, Lesbia's sparrow is no more ;

The golden mean, where joys for ever flow, Late she wont her bird to prize

Nor riches raise too high, nor wants depress too Dearer than her own bright eyes.

low : Sweet it was and lovely too,

Stranger to faction, in his calm retreat, And its mistress well it knew.

Far from the noise of cities, and the great, Nectar from her lips it sipi,

His days, like streams that feed the vivid grass, Here it hopt, and there it skipt:

And give fair flowers to flourish as they pass, Oft it wanton'd in the air,

Waving their way, in sacred silence flow, Chirping only to the fair :

And scarcely breath a murmur as they go. Oft it lull'd its head to rest

No hopes, nor fears his steady mind can rex, On the pillow of her breast.

No schemes of state, or politics perplex: Now, alas ! it chirps no more :

Whate'er propitious Providence has sent All its blandishments are o'er :

He holds sufficient, and bumself content. Death has summon'd it to go

Though no proud columns grace his marble hall, Pepsive to the shades below;

Nor Claude nor Guido animale the wall; Dismal regions ! from whose bourn

Blest who with sweet securics can find, No pale travellers return.

In health of body, and in peace of mind, Death ! relentless to destroy

His easy moments pass without offence Al that's form'd for love or joy!

In the still joys of rural innocence. Joy is vanish’d, love is fled,

Such was the life our ancestors admir'd, For my Lesbia's sparrow's dead,

And thus illustrious from the world retird: Lo, the beauteous nymph appears

Thus to the woodland shades my friend repairs Languishingly drown'd in tears !

With the lov'd partner of his joys and cares,
Whose social temper can bis griefs allay,

And smile each light anxiety away:

In cheerful converse sweetly form’d to please,

With wit goodgatur'd, and polite with ease :
DEATH OF A YOUNG GENTLEMAN. Blest with plain prudence, ignorant of art,

Her native goodness wins upon your heart.
September, 1739.

Not fond of state, nor eager of control,

Her face reflects the beauties of her soul, Man cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down.

Such charms still bloom when youth shall fade JOB, xiv. 2.


And the brief roses of the face decay. Short and precarious is the life of man ;

O! would prop tious Hear'n fulfil my prayer, The line seems fathomless, but proves a span; (The bliss of man is Providence's care) A youth of follies, an old-age of sorrow;

Such be the tranquil tenour of my life, Like flowers to day we bloom, we die to morrow, And such the virtues of my future wife ; Say then, what specious reasons can we give, With her in calm, domestic leisure free, And why this longing, foyd desire to live?

Let me possess serene obscurity; . Blind as we are to ubat the Lord ordains, In acts of meek benevolence delight, We stretch our troubles, and prolong our pains. And to the widow recompense ber mite. (end,

But you, blest genjus, dear departed shade, Thus far from the crowds,not thoughtless of my Now wear a chaplet that sball never fade; With reading, musing, writing, and a friend,

May silent pleasures every hour delude

The full persuasion, and the true delight In sweet oblivion of solicitude.

Of having acted by the rules of right,
Cambridge, 1741.

Could to thy soul a conscious calm impart,
When Death severe approach'd, and shook his

dreadful dart,

'Twas this thy faith confirm'd, thy joy refin'd, ON A LADY'S SINGING, AND PLAY.Aud spoke sweet solace to thy troubled mind; ING UPON THE HARPSICHORD. This turn'd to silent peace each rising dread,

And sooth’d the terrours of the dying bed. “Say, Zephyr, what music enchants the gay May we like thee in piety excel, plains ?

Believe as stedfastly, and act as well ; As soft and as sweet as the nightingale's strains;

Cleave to the good and from the bad depart, My heart it goes pitapatee with a bound,

And wear the scriptures written in our heart ;? And gently transported beats time to the sound. Then shall we live, like thee, serenely gay, “ O say, is it Sappho that touches the strings ? And every inoment calmly pass away : And some song of the Syrens' you bear on your

And when this transitory life is o'er, wings?"

And all these earthly vanities no more, Said Zephyr, and whisper'd distinctly the lays, Shall go where perfect peace is only found, “'lis Belinda that sings, and Belinda that And streams of pleasure flow, an everlasting plays.

round. Ah! swains, if you value your freedom, be.

September 3, 1743. ware,

[fair ; You hear her sweet voice, and I know that she's She's fair and inconstant; and thus with her art, She will ravish your ears to inveigle your heart.





Cease, cease illustrious partner of his bed,

O ! cease the tributary tear to shed:
Obit 300 Aug. A. D. 1743. Ætat. 83.

Mourn not for him whom God has given to die Quem tu, Dea, tempore in omni

From earthly vanities to heavenly jov; Omnibus ornatum voluisti excellere rebus.

These are the greatest honours we can give,

To mark his ways, and as he liv'd to live.

Still bloom in goodness as you bloom'd before ;
A, 'midst the stars the cheering lamp of light, | Heaven asks but this, and saints can do no more:
In Heav'n's high concave eminently bright, Exert each virtue of the Christian mind,
First tips the mountains with a golden ray,

And still continue friend of human kind. Then gradual streams effulgency of day,

Be this your chief delight, for 'tis the best, Till more serenely, with a mild decline,

With ready alms to succour the distress'd ; Regretted sinks, in other worlds to shine: . To clothe the naked and the hungry feed,

Thus from the world, an age of honour past, Nor pass a day without some gracious deed, Pride of the present, glory of the last,

These acts are grateful to Jehovah's eye, Retir'd great Uxbridge to the blest abode,

For these the poor shall bless you ere they die : To live for ever with the saints of God;

These bide aur sins, these purchase solid gain, 'There in celestial lustre to appear,

And these shall bring you to your Lord again. And share the wages of his labours here.

September 6, 1743. When the last trump shall rouse the dead that

sleep Entomb'd in earth, or buried in the deep; When worlds dissolving on that awful day,

TO LAURA, 1742. And all the elements shall melt away;

Witu generous wishes let me greet your ear, When every word shall be in judgment brought,

Wishes which Laura may with safety bear.
Weigh'd every action, canvass'd every thought,
Then shall thy alms in sweet memorial rise,

May all the blessings to your portion fall,

The wise can want, for you deserve them all :' More grateful than the incens'd sacrifice:

Soft joy; sweet ease, and ever-blooming health, The gladden'd widow's blessing shall be heard, And prayers in fervency of soul preferr'd. rvey

Calmness of mind, and competence of wealth;

Whate'er th' Almighty Father can bestow, The Lord shall bless thee, and well pleas'd sur

To crown the happiness of man below, The tears of orphans' wip'd by thee away.

And when with all those virtues, all those charms, What! but a virtue resolutely just,

You deign to bless some happy husband's arms; Firm to its purpose, steady to its trust,

· His lordship gave 2000 I. to the Foundling . It is remarkable that his lordship could reHospital; 1000 1. to St. George's, Hyde-Parkpeat, memoriler, all the Gospels, the Psalms, Corner; and near another 1000). to the neigh- and other considerable parts of the Old and New bouring parishes where he lived.

Testament, VOL. XVI.


May he in every manly grace excel,

Lo! tempestuous winter near
To glad the virgin who deserves so well :,

Stains the evening of the year ;
Bless'd with plain sense, with native humour gay, Gloomy clouds obscure the day,
To rule with prudence, and with pride obey; Nature ceases to be gay;
To kindness fashion', with mili temper fraught, | The sweet tenants of the grove
And formid, if possible, without a fault.

Warble no soft tales of love:
Long may ye live, of mutual love possessid, Rise, my fair, and bring with thee
Like streams uniting, in each other bless'd; Joy for all, but love for me.
Till Death shall gently call you hence away | Where are all those blooming flowers
From life's vain business to the realms of day; That adorn'd my rural bowers
May Death intelt the common summons give, Dappled pinks, and violets blue,
Aud both, like righteous Enoch, cease to live; And the tulip's gaudy hue,
Cease from a life beset with cares and pain, Lillies white, and roses red ?
And in eternal glories meet again.

All are wither'd, all are dead:
Yes-they hasten'd to decay,

When my Laura went away;

When she comes, again they'll rise,

Blooming where she points her eyes,
January, 1745.

Hark! I hear a sound froin far,

Clanking arms, the din of war, Come, Laura, joy of rural swains,

Dreadful music to my ear! O! come, and bless our cheerless plains;

All was peace when you was here. The skies still drooping mourn in showers,

Now rebellion shakes the land, No meadows bloom with bright-ey'd flowers,

Murder waves her bloody hand; . No daisies spring, no beeches bud,

High in air their banners fly, No linnets warble in the wood;

Dreadful tumulis rend the sky: Cold winter checks with blasts severe

Rise, my fair, and bring with thec The early-dawning of the year.

Softer, sweeter, harmony: Come, lovely Laura, haste away,

All my doubts and fears remove, Your smiles will make the village gay;

Give me freedom, give me love;
When you return, the vernal breeze

Discord when you come will cease,
Will wake the buds, and fan the trees ;
Where-e'er you walk the daisies spring,

And in my bosom all be peace.
The meadows laugh, the linnets sing;
Your eyes our joyless hearts can cheer;
0! haste, and make us happy here.



July 1745.

COME, ye fair, ambrosial flowers,
Leave your beds, and leave your bowers,

June 25, 1753.
Blooming, beautiful, and rare,

Serus in cælum redeas, diuque
Form a posy for my fair;

Lætus intersis populo Britanno. Hoe
Fair, and bright, and blooming be,
Meet for such a nymph as she.
Let the young vermilion rose

While rosy health abounds in erery breeze,
A becoming blush disclose;

Smiles in the flowers, and blossoms in the trees, Such as Laura's cheeks display,

Matures the fields, and in the fountain flows, When she steals my heart away.

Breathes through all life, and in all nature Add carnation's varied hue,

glows; Muisten’d with the morning dew:

Why droops Aurelius by sharp pains opprest, To the woodbine's fragrance join

| Whose danger saddens every virtuous breast Sprigs of snow-white jessamine.

| Enough, enough has Heav'n's afflicting hand Add no more; already I

With arms and earthquakes terrified the land: Shall, alas! with envy die,

On foreign plains has stream'd the British This to see my rival blest,

blood, Sweetly dying on her breast.

And British heroes perish'd in the flood :
Frederick, alas! the kingdom's justest pride,

Fair in the bloom of all his virtues, died.

| Ah! generous master of the candid mind,

Light of the world, and friend of human kind,
November 1745.

Leare us not cause our sorrow's to renew,

Nor tear the falling of the state in you. If you ever beard my prayer,

I see, I see conspicious how you stood, Hear it now, ivdulgent fair;

And dauntless crush'd rebellion in the bud; Let your swain no longer mourn,

With Ciceronian energy divine, But return, my fair, return,

Dashing the plots of fraudful Catiline.

Your righteous zeal the brave Brigantes warm'd, || Enough has Winter's hand severe
Silent they heard, approv'd, united, arm’d.

Chastis'd this dreary coast,

And chill'd the tender dawning year
Ye gales, tbat on the downs of Surry stray,
Sleep on the Mole', or on the Vandal' play,

With desolating frost : .
From every flower medicinal that springs,

Give but thy vital beams to play, Waft ba!my fragrance with your temperate

These ice-wrought scenes will melt away; wings,

And, mix'd in sprightly dance, the blooming The grace, the glory of the church restore,

hours And save the friend, the father of the poor.

Will wake the drowsy Spring, the Spring awake And lo ! our prayers, with fervency preferrd,

the flowers. Rise sweet as incense, and by Heav'n are heard :

Let Health, gay daughter of the skies, The genial season, with refreshing rains,

On Zephyr's wings descend, Bright-beaming mornings, health-exhaling plains,

And scatter pleasures, as she flies, And pure etherial gales, conspire to heal

Where Surry's downs extend : Our public father, for the public weal.

There Herring wooes her friendly power ; Oh ! by kind Providence to Britain given,

There may she all her roses shower; Long may you live, and late revisit Heaven;

en; | To heal that shepherd all her balms einploy, Continue still to bless us with your stay,

So will she sooth our fears, and give a nation joy. Nor wish for Heav'n till we have learnt the way. So by your pattern shall our years be spent

The grateful seasons, circling fast, In sweet tranquillity, and gay content ;

Reviving suns restore, So shall we rise immortal from the dust,

But life's short spring is quickly past,
And gain the blissful bingdoms of the just.

And blooms, alas! no more;
Then let us, ere by sure decays

We reach the winter of our days,

ki virtue emulate the bless'd above, TO MRS. HERRING.

| And like the Spring display benevolence and love,


SINCE your goodness poetical tribute demands,
Permit the four seasons to kiss your fair hands :

And if in right colours your virtues ( view,
The seasons, dear madam, are emblems of you.

In the gentle Spring's delicate flow'rets I trace

Hall, gentle Summer, to this isle ! The beams of your eyes, and the bloom of your

Where Nature's fairest beauties smile, face : The bright glowing ardour of Summer I find

And breathe in every plain;

'Tis thine to bid each flower display, Express'd in your friendly, benevolent mind : As bountiful Autumn with plenty is crown'd,

And open to the eye of day Thus calm you distribute your blessings around :

The glories of its reign. But with you how shall I cold Winter compare ?

| While yon few sheep enjoy the breeze, Your wit is as piercing and keen as the air:

That softly dies upon the trees, Thus you furnish with emblems whenever I sing

And rest beneath the shade;
Of Winter, or Autumn, or Summer, or Spring.

| This pipe, which Damon gave, shall raise
Its rural notes to sing thy praise,

And ask the Muse's aid.

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Happy the man whose vessel glides

Lo! Winter comes, in fogs array'd, Safe and unhurt by passion's tides,

With ice and spangled dews; Nor courts the gusts of praise !

To dews, and fogs, and storms, be paid He sails with even, steady pace,

The tribute of the Muse. While virtue's full-blown beauties grace

Each flowery carpet Nature spread
The summer of his days.

Is vanish'd from the eye;
Where'er unhappy lovers tread,

No Philomel is nigh.
AN AUTUMNAL ODE. (For well I ween her plaintive note

Can soothing ease impart;
TO MR. HAYMAN, THE PAINTER. The little warblings of her throat

Relieve the wounded heart.)
October 1754.

No blushing rose unfolds its bloom,
Yer once more, glorious god of day,

No tender lilies blow,
While beams thine orb serene,

To scent the air with rich perfume,
O let me warbling court thy stay

Or grace Lucinda's brow.
To gild the fading scene !
Thy rays invigorate the Spring,

Th’ indulgent Father who protects
Bright Summer to perfection bring,

The wretched and the poor; The cold inclemency of Winter cbeer,

With the same gracious care directs And make th’ Autumnal months the mildest of ' The sparrow to our door. the year.

Dark, scowling tempests rend the skies
Ere yet the russet foliage fall,

And clouds obscure the day;
I'll climb the mountain's brow,

His genial warmth the Sun denies,
My friend, my Hayman, at thy call,

And sheds a fainter ray.
To view the scene below:

Yet blame we not the troubled air,
How sweetly pleasing to behold

Or seek defects to find; Forests of vegetable gold!

[tween | For Power Omnipotent is there, How mix'd the many chequer'd shades be And walks upon the wind. The tawny, mellowing hue, and the gay vivid

Hail every pair whom love unites

In wedlock's pleasing ties;
How splendid all the sky! how still ! | That endless source of pure delights,
How mild the dying gale !

That blessing to the wise!
How soft the whispers of the rill

Though yon pale orb no warmth bestows,
That winds along the vale!

And storms united meet;
So tranquil Nature's works appear, | The Aame of love and friendship glows

It seems the Sabbath of the year:
As if, the Summer's labour past, she chose

With unextinguish'd heat.
This season's sober calm for blandishing repose.

Such is of well-spent life the time,
When busy days are past;

Man, verging gradual from his prime,
Meets sacred peace at last :

His flowery Spring of pleasures o'er,

CANTERBURY. And Summer's full-blown pride no more, l'e gains pacific Autumn, mild and bland. Thanks to the generous hand that plac'd me And dauntless braves the stroke of Winter's pal

here, sy'd band.

Fast by the fountains of the silver Cray,

Who leading to the Thames his tribute clear, -
For yet a while, a little while,
Involv'd in wintry gloom,

Through the still valley winds his secret way.
And lo! another spring shall smile,

Yet from his lowly bed with transport sees
A spring eternal bloom :

In fair exposure noblest villas rise,
Then shall he shine, a glorious guest, Hamlets embosom'd deep in antient trees,
In the bright mansions of the blest,

And spires that point with reverence to the Where due rewards on virtue are bestow'd,

And reap the golden fruits of what his autumn lovely dale! luxuriant with delight!

O woodland hills ! that gently rising swell;
O streams! whose murmurs soft repose invite;

Where peace and joy and rich abundance


How shall my slender reed your praise resound

In numbers worthy of the polish'd ear? From mountains of eternal snow,

What powers of strong expression can be found And Zembla's dreary plains;

To thank the generous hand that plac'd me Where the bleak winds for ever blow,

here: 1 And frost for ever reigns ;

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