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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,
Fire-ey'd Wantonness shall sing.
By the rivulet on the rushes,
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
From the leathern bottle swill.
Their scythes upon the adverse bank
Glitter 'mongst th' entangled trees,
Where the hazles form a rank,
And court'sy to the courting breeze.
Ah ! Harriot! sovereign mistress of my heart,
Could I thee to these meads decoy,
New grace to each fair object thou’dst impart,
And heighten ev'ry scene to perfect joy.
On a bank of fragrant thyme,
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;
Thence fir'd, the sweet narration act,
And kiss the fiction into fact.
| Or satiate with Nature's random scenes,
Let's to the gardens regulated greens,
Where taste and elegance command
Art to lend her dædal hand,
Where Flora's fluck, by nature wild,
To discipline are reconcil'd,
And laws and order cultivate,
Quite civiliz'd into a state.
From the Sun and from the show'r,
Haste we to yon boxen bow'r,
Secluded from the teasing pry
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 !
Then,-then thy lips, the coral cell
Where all th' ambrosial kisses dwell!
Thus we'll each sultry noon employ
In day-dreams of ecstatic joy.
A NIGHT-PIECE. .
OR, MODERN PHILOSOPHY.
Dicetur meritâ nox quoque nonia.
'Twas when bright Cynthia with her silver car, Now myriads of young Cupids rise,
Soft stealing from Endymion's bed,
Had call'd forth er'ry glit'ring star,
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
Does she move, or does she rest ?
As those roguish eyes advance,
Let me catch their side-long glance,
Soon-or they'll clude my sight,
Quick as lightning, and as bright,
Thus the bashful Pleiad cheats
The gazer's eye, and still retreats,
Then peeps again—then skulks unseen,
Veil'd behind the azure skreen.
Like the ever-toying dove,
Smile immensity of love;
Be Venus in each outward part,
And wear the vestal in your heart.
When I ask a kiss, or so
Grant it with a begging nc,
And let each rose that decks your face
Blush assent to my embrace.
ON THE FIFTH OF DECEMBER,
BEING THE BIRTH-DAY OF A BEAUTIFUL YOUNG LADY, His speculations thus the sage begun,
Hail, eldest of the monthly train,
December, in whose iron reign
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,
Smile gladly on this blest of days.
With more than summer rays.
Tho' jocund June may justly boast
Long days and happy hours,
Tho' August be Pomona's host,
And May be crown'd with flow'rs :
By Harriot's blush and Harriot's eyes,
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,
A sweeter flow'r than May.
ODE FOR MUSIC
ON SAINT CECILIA'S DAY.
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
Accordant to th' inspiring hymns ;
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.
Homer Odyss. a.
And Pindar would have it otherwise in his.
- am gè nanacor With Styx nine times round her.
μεν οινον, ανθεα δ' υμνων Yet Music and Love were victorious.
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.
Neptune, &c. &c.
Behold Arion-on the stern he stands
Pall'd in theatrical attire,
Great in distress, and wakes the golden lyrer
While in a tender Orthian strain
He thus accosts the mistress of the main :
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,
And all the pow'rs that live unseen
Underneath the liquid green;
The storm and regulate the wind)
Hence waft me, fair goddess, oh, waft me away,
Secure from the men and the monsters of prey !
Great Amphitrite, &c. &c.
He sung--The winds are charm'd to sleep,
Soft stillness steals along the deep,
The Tritons and the Nereids sigh
In soul-reflecting sympathy,
And all the andience of waters weep.
But Amphitrite her Dolphin sends the same,
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,
Your noblest melody employ,
Such as becomes the mouth of joy,
Bring the sky-aspiring thought,
With bright expression richly wrought,
The main at length subdued, and all the world And answers from the neighbouring bay.
Comel ye festive, &c. &c.
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,
In tones magnificently slow;
Such is the music, such the lays,
Which suit your fair inventress' praise :
While round religious silence reigns,
And loitering winds expect the strains.
Hail majestic mournful measure,
Source of many a pensive pleasuro!
Best pledge of love to mortals giv'n.
As pattern of the rest of Heav'n!
And thou chief honour of the veil,
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;
Thy pow'r shall last, thy bays shall bloom, And pour the sounds medicinal in her ear ;
When tongues shall cease, and worlds consume,
And all the tuneful spheres be mute.
When Death shall blot out every name, &c.
'HYMN Sing some sad, some &c. &c.
TO THE SUPREME BEING,
ON RECOVERY FROM A DANGEROUS FIT OF ILLNESS.
Wake, wake, the kettle-drum, prolong
TO DOCTOR JAMES.
Having made an humble offering to him, with-
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