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Part of the NINTH ODE
Of the FOURTH BOOK.
A FRAGMEN T.
should think that verse shall die; Which sounds the Silver Thames along; Taught on the wings of Truth to fly
Above the reach of vulgar fong ; Though daring Milton sits fublime,
In Spenser native Muses play ; Nor yet Mall Waller yield to time,
Nor pensive Cowley's moral laySages and Chiefs long since had birtli
Ere Cæsar was, or Newton nam'd;
Longe fonantem natus ad Aufidun
Verba loquor socianda chordis ;
Stefichorique graves Camenae : Nec, fi quid olim lusit Anacreon, Delevit aesas : fpirat adhuc amor,
These rais'd new Empires o'er the Earth,
And Those, new Heavens and Systems fram'd. Vain was the Chief's, the Sage's pride!
They had no Poet, and they died :
They had no Poet, and are dead.
Vivuntque commisfi calores
Aeoliae fidibus puellae. Vixere fortes ante Agamemnona Multi ; sed omnes illacrymabiles Urgentur ignotique longa
Nocte, carent quia vate facro.
Receiving from the Right Hon. the Lady
A STANDISH AND TWO PENS.
ES, I beheld tho Athenian Queen
Descend in all her fober charms; • And take the said, and smild serene)
66 Take at this hand celestial arms. • Secure the radiant
wield; “ This golden lance shall guard Desert, “ And if a Vice dares keep the field,
" This steel shall stab it to the heart." Aw'd, on my bended knees I fell,
Receiv'd the weapons of the sky; And dipt them in the sable Well,
The Fount of Fame or Infamy. " What Well? what Weapon? (Flavia cries)
" A standith, steel and golden pen ! “ It came from Bertrand's, not the skies;
“ I gave it you to write again. “ But, Friend, take heed whom you attack;
“ You 'll bring a house (I mean of Peers) “ Red, Blue, and Green, nay white and black, “L and all about your ears