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Still pouring forth executive desire,

ODE XI. As bright, as brisk, and lasting, as the vestal


Does thy young bosom pant for fame : In allusion to Florace. Book iii, Ode 30
Wood'st thou be of posterity the toast ?

Exegi monumentum ære perennius, &c.
The poets shall ensure thy name,

Who magnitude of mind not body boast. 'Tis done: I tow'r to that degree,
Laurels on bulky bards as rarely grow,

And catch such heav'nly tire,
As on the sturdy oak the virtuous misletoe. That Horace ne'er could rank like me,

Nor is King'schapel higher':-
Look in the glass, survey that cheek- My name in sure recording page
Where Flora has with all her roses blush'd; Shall time itself o'erpow'r',

The shape so tender, look so meek- If no rude mice with envious rage The breasts made to be press'd, not to be The buttery books devour. crush'd

A title3 too with adıled grace, Then turn to me,-turn with obliging eyes,

My name shall now attend, Nor lunger Nature's works, in miniature, de. Till to the church with silent pace spise.

A nymph and priest ascend4.

Evin in the schools I now rejoice,
Young Ammon did the world subdue,

Where late I shook with fear,
Yet had not more external man than I; Nor heed the moderator's voice
Ah ! charmer, should I conquer you,

Loud thundering in my ears.
With him in fame, as well as size, l'll vie. Then with Æolian flute I blow
Then, scornful nymph, come forth to yonder A soft Italian layo,

Or where Cam's scanty waters flow?, Where I defy, and challenge, all thy utmost Releas'd from lectures, stray. love.

Meanwhile, friend Banks", my merits claimi

Their jusi reward from you,
For Horace bids us challenge fame,

When once that fame's our duel,

Invest me with a graduate's gown,

Midst shouts of all beholders,
An Ode on the 26th of January, being the Birth- My head with ample square-cap crown'o,

And deck with bood my shoulders.
Day of a Young Lady.

Al bail, and welcome joyous morn,
Welcome to the infant year ;

Whether smooth calms thy face adorn;
Or lowering clouds appear ;

OR AN HYMN FOR THE HAY-MAKERS. Tho' pillows lash the sounding shore,

And tempests thro' the forests roar,
Sweet Nancy's voice shall soothe the sound ;

Quinetiam Gallum noctem explaudentibus alis Tho' darkness shou'd invest the skies,

Aurorain clarâ consuetum voce vocare, LUCRET. New day shall beam from Nancy's eyes,

Brisk Chanticleer his matins had begun,
And bless all nature round.

And broke the silence of the night.

And thrice he call'd aloud the tarıly Sun, Let but those lips their sweets disclose,

And thrice he hail'd the dawn's ambiguous And rich perfumes exhale, We shall not want the fragrant rose,

Back to their graves the fear-begotten phantoms Nor miss the southern gale. Then loosely to the winds unfold, Those radiant locks of burnish'd gold,

' Regali situ pyramidum altius. Or on thy bosom let them rove;

Quod non innumerabilis His treasure-house there Cupid keeps,

Annoruin series, &c. And hoards up, in two snowy heaps,

3 Bachelor. His stores of choicest love.

Dum Capitolium

Scaridet cum tacitê virgine pontifex.
This day each warmest wish be paid

Quá violens
To thee the Muse's pride,

Obstrepit Aufidus.-
I long to see the blooming maid

Æulian carmen ad Italos
Chang'd to the blushing bride.

Deduxisse modos.
So shall thy pleasure and thy praise

Qua pauper aquæ Daunus, &c. Increase with the increasing days,

8 A celebratel taylor. And present joys exceed the past;

Sume superbiai To give and to receive delight,

Quæsitam meritis.
Shall be thy task both day and night,

Mihi Delphica
While day and night shall last.

Lauro cinge volens- comam.





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Strong Labour got up. With his pipe in his

He stoutly strode over the dale, (mouth, He lent new perfumes to the breath of the


On his back hung his wallet and fail. Behind him came Health from her cottage of

Where never physician had lifted the latch.
First of the village Collin was awake,
And thus he sung reclining on his rake.

Now the rural graces three
Dance beneath yon maple tree;
First the vestal Virtue, known
By her adamantine zone ;
Next to her in rosy pride,
Sweet Society the bride;
Last Honesty, full seernly drest

In her cleanly home-spun vest.
The abbey bells in wak’ning rounds

The warning peal bave giv'n; And pious Gratitude resounds

Her morning hymn to Heav'n.
All nature wakes--the birds unlock their throats,
And mock the shepherd's rustic notes.

All alive o'er the lawn,
Full glad of the dawn,

The little lambkins play,
Sylvia and Sol arise,--and all is day-

Come, my mates, let us work,

And all hands to the fork, While the Sun shines, our hay-cocks to make,

So finc is the day,

And so fragrant the hay,
That the meadow's as blith as the wake,

In the middle of the ring,
Mad with May, and wild of wing,
Fire-ey'd Wantonness shall sing.
By the rivulet on the rushes,
Beneath a canopy of bushes,
Where the ever-faithful Tray,
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
Cheat the tenants of the brook ;
Or where coy Daphne's thickest shade
Drives amorous Phoebus from the glade,
There read Sidney's high-wrought stories
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.

Our voices let's raise

In Phæbus's praise, Inspird hy so glorious a theme,

Our musical words

Shall be join'd by the birds, And we'll dance to the tune of the stream.


From the Sun and from the show'r,
Haste we to yon boxen bow'r,
Secluded from the teasing pry
Of Argus' curiosity :
There, u bile Phæbus' golden mean,
The gay meridian is seen,
Ere decays the lamp of light, (night-
And length’ning shades stretch out to
Seize, seize the hint---each hour improve
(This is morality in love)
Lend, lend thine hand-O let me view
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.

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ODE XIV. Dicetur meritâ nox quoque næniá. Hon. 'Twas when bright Cynthia with her silver car,

Soft stealing from Endymion's bed,

Had callid forth ev'ry glitring star, And up th'ascent of Heav'n her brilliant host had


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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,
Drawo 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,

The gazer's eye, and still retreats,
Still holding her fingers seal'd to her lips. 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:
And to the answ'ring wood these sounds convey'd: Grant it with a begging nc,

When I ask a kiss, or so
While others toil within the town,

And let each rose that decks your face
And to fortune smile or frown,
Fond of triles, fond of toys,

Blush assent to my embrace.
And married to that woman, Noise ;
Sacred Wisdom be my care,

And fairest Virtue, Wisdom's heir.
His speculations thus the sage begun,

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

Hall, 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 up 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 morn 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, Love, with undistinguish'd Aame,

By Harriot's blush and Harriot's eyes,

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

Tell August, thou canst let him sce 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 ber mien, in that her grace,

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

Et testudineâ, Phæbe superbe, lyrå

Hoc solenne sacrum multos celebretur in annos, But you in ev'ry feature shine Universally divine.

Dignior est vestro nulla puella choro.

What can those tumid paps excel,
Do tbey sink, or do they swell ?

While those lovely wanton eyes
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 cares.

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. Ani Feare the mainuet to the lute,


fter Mr. Dryden and Mr. Pope, would be great

ness and purity of Horace. Dryden's is certainly a presumption, which is the reason he detains the the more elevated performance of the two, but eader in this place to make an apology, much by no means so much so as people in general will against his will, be 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 some 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 be) did not live long enough to be laughed at, or,

first, the mob, that judge by this role, would by some lucky means or other, escaped those have given him the preference; and the rather, shrewd 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 an ode on St. tleman 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, by by his friend the learned and ingenious Mr. his good sense and humanity, as much elevated Comber, late of Jesus College in this university; abyve the generality of mankind, as by his ex- that is David's playing to king Saul when he was quisite art he is above most of his profession. troubled with the evil spirit

. He was much The request of a friepd, undoubtedly, will be pleased with the hint at first, but at length was sneered 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 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 will rejoice in being derided, not only for oblig- Supremam in tabulis lucem captare dici ing his friends, but any honest man whatsoever,

Insanus labor artificum ; cum attingere tanso far as may be in the power of a person of bis

(lucem; 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 albentein; sive ætheris

actam formances already extant on the subject; which acknowledgment alone will, with the good-na

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

Seu nebulis sultam accipient, tonitruque rubecause these pieces, however excellent upon

bentem. the whole, are not without 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 IIT. Art of music, den and unlook'd for transitions: hence chicfly

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

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

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

ture of music, or it's power over the passions. the fifth of Pope?, 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 vir. that it would make no considerable figure in a

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 epigramınatical 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

1. language, L'Allegro and Il Penseroso of Milton excepted, which are the finest in any. Dryden'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 luneful 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 επικλειασ' ανθρωποι

“Ητις ακουντεσσι νεωτατη αμφιτιληται.
2 Thus song cou'd prerail

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

And Pindar would have it otherwise in bis,
Thro Fate had fast bound her

αινει γε Παλαιον With Styx nine times round her.

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


-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-solemo lute

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

Such as subline and clear,
Replete with heavenly love,

Neptune, &c. &c.

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 he moves th’enliv'ning hands,
And be angelically gay.

Great in distress, and wakes the golden lyre:

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 froin 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.

Depen:lent 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 get ; And give her back the borrow'd lays ?

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

The lakes, the riv'lets, founts and foods,
For evin 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 ine, fair goddess, oh, waft me away,
To the Hear'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 swell 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 audience of waters weep.
Cease to wonder at it's pow'r,

But Amphitrite her Dolphin sends the same,
Tho' lifeless rocks to motion start,

Which erst to Neptune brought the nobly perjur'd 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 his scales as the gilt Sun-beams play, In Fenhurst's plains when Waller, sick with love, Ten thousand variegated dies Has found some silent solitary grove,

lo 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 thejoyous 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

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 thr
Wnile Philomela learns the lay,

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

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

Come, ye festive, &c. &c.
lo uncumplaining anguish pines : 4 Fabulantur Græci hanc perpetuain Deis vir.
The 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.


her own,

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