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is the maze poar mortals tread;

Wisdom itself a guide will need :
We little thought, when Cæsar bled,

That a worse Cæsar would succeed.
And are we under such a curse,
We cannot change but for the worse?

With fair pretence of foreign force,

By which Rome must herself enthral ;
These, without blushes or remorfe,

Proscribe the best, impoverish all.
The Gauls themselves, our greatest foes,
Could act no mischiefs worfe than thofe.

That Julius, with ambitious thoughts,

Had virtues too, his foes could find;
These equal him in all his faults,

But never in his noble mind.
That free-born spirits should obey
Wretches, who know not how to fivay!

Late we repent our hafty choice,

In vain bemoan fo quick a tum.
Hark all to Rome's united voice!
Better that we a while had borne

Er'n * See the first and second choruses, in the poems of Mr. Pope.

Ev'n all those ills which most displcase,
Than sought a cure far worse than the disease.

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UR vows thus chearfully we fing,

While martial music fires our blood ; Let all the neighbouring echoes ring

With clamours for our country's good : And, for reward, of the just gods we ciaim, A life with freedom, or a death with fame.

May Rome be freed from war's alarms,

And taxes heavy to be borne ; May she beware of foreign arms,

And send them back with noble scorn : And, for reward, &c.

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May she no more confide in friends,

Who nothing farther understood, Than only, for their private ends,

To waste her wealth, and spill her blood : And, for reward, &c.

Our senators, great Jove, reftrain

From private piques, they prudence call; From the low thoughts of little gain,

And hazarding the losing all : And, for reward, &c.


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The shining arms with haîte prepare,

Then to the glorious combat fly;
Our minds unclogg'd with farther care,

Except to overcome or die :
And, for reward, &c.
They fight, oppreffion to increase,

We for our liberties and laws ;
It were a fin to doubt fuccefs,

When freedom is the noble cause :
And, for reward, of the just gods we claim
A life with freedom, or a death with fame.



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HE Temple of Death. In Imitaton of the

Page 11 Ode on Love

20 Elegy to the Dutchefs of R

24 A Letter from Sea

25 Love's Slavery

26 The Dream

27 To One who accused him of being too sensual in his Love

28 The Warning

29 To Amoretta

30 The Venture

31 Inconstancy Excus’d. Song, Song

ibid. Despair

33 On Apprehension of losing what he had newly gain'd. In Imitation of Ovid

35 The Reconcilement. Song

36 Song

37 To a Coquet Beauty The Relaple

39 The Recovery

40 The Convert

41 The Picture. In Imitation of Anacreon On Don Alonzo's being killed in Portugal, upon Account of the Infanta, in the Year 1683




44 44





The Surprize
A Dialogue fung on the Stage, between an elderly

Shepherd and a very young Nymph
On one who died discovering her Kindness
On Lucinda's Death
To a Lady retiring into a Monastery

49 The Vision. Written during a Sea-Voyage, when sent

to command the Forces for the Relief of Tangier 51 Helen to Paris. From Ovid

57 Part of the Story of Orpheus. Being a Translation

out of the Fourth Book of Virgil's Georgic 66 An Essay on Poetry

69 Ode on Brutus

SI The Rapture

88 On Mr. Hobbes, and his Writings

94 Written over a Gate The Miracle, 1707

ibid. Ode on the Death of Henry Purcell

97 On the Loss of an only Son, Robert Marquis of Normanby

99 On Mr. Pope, and his Poems Stanzas The Election of Poet Laureat in 1719

103 On the Times

106 On the Duke of York, banished to Brussels 108 On the Deity Prologue to the Alteration of Julius Cæsar Choruses in Julius Cæsar






112, 113, 114, 115 Prologue to Marcus Brutus

116 Choruses in Marcus Brutus

118, 119


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