A collection of poems in four volumes. By several hands: [pt.4]

THE VALETUDINARIAN. AN ODE.

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Isaac Taylor del et sculp.

SAID TO BE WRITTEN BY DR. MARRIOTT.

INHERITANCE of weak, but proud Mortality,
Hence, Diſeaſe and pining Pain;
With all your pale and ghaſtly train,
Toſſings dire, heart-piercing Moans,
Sighs, and Tears, and hollow Groans,
The harbingers of Death:
Whether ye be
The ſpawn of bloated Luxury,
Or of the peſtilential breath
[6] Of Eurus bred: or from the eaſtern clime:
Hence! to your ancient ſeat,
Where ebbing Nilus leaves his putrid ſlime,
To Volga's banks retreat,
Or to the Caſpian, or Bengala's bay;
From Britain's happy lands
Haſte to Arabian ſands,
While winds ſulphureous burn, and urge your way:
But, Goddeſs of the dimpled cheek,
Whom the wanton Cupids ſeek,
Come, fair Health, to grace the ſong,
Bring the chearful Muſe along;
Bring laughing Youth, who looks behind;
Love on Fancy's breaſt reclin'd;
Wit, no poiſon'd dart who flings,
Or but retorts when Envy ſtings.
Come with antic Merriment,
And the placid child Content;
All with happy ſteps advance,
Join the ſong, and lead the dance.
Oft, O Goddeſs! let thy feet
Viſit this my lone retreat;
Where my oak extends its pride
Of twiſted arms; and fit to ride
Sublime on Neptune's ſwelling wave,
Now the roaring winds doth brave;
Where the vine's ſoft tendrils run,
And ſwell to meet the ſouthern ſun:
Where Contemplation, wont to ſtray,
Winds thro' the wood her eaſy way,
[7] Or marks the lake, the field, or ſky;
The ſilent Angler's ſtedfaſt eye;
The Gunner's aim: or Induſtry,
Who, with his loud reſounding blow,
Lays the nodding foreſt low;
Or teaches where to wind the ſtream;
Or whiſtles to his labouring team:
The meads which ſuck the dews of morn;
Or uplands crown'd with golden corn,
Richer than Iberia's mine:
The bleating flocks; the lowing kine;
The ſmoking cots, and pointed ſpires,
The ſetting ſun's reflecting fires;
Woods dark waving in the dale;
Rays which gleam; and clouds which ſail;
Shades and lights by turns contending;
Gradual colours ſoftly blending;
All as Nature's pencil clear
Marks the variegated year:
Theſe, O Goddeſs! theſe are thine;
Offspring of immortal line;
Who with mortals deign'ſt to dwell,
In ſome low and rural cell:
To haunt the brink of tinkling rills;
The flowery vales, or ſloping hills;
And when the plowman turns the ſoil,
To chear his ſong, and guide his toil.
With veſt ſuccinct in Dian's train
Oft art thou ſeen to bruſh the plain,
[8] While thy ſhrill horns ſweet Echo rouſe,
Slumbering on the mountain's brows:
Oft when Winter clouds the air,
To the blazing hearth repair
Thy ſocial feet, where-e'er the bowl
Of moderate Mirth unlocks the ſoul,
When tales of time, and ancient fear
Suſpend the young aſtoniſh'd ear:
Or carrols quaint in long-drawn note
Swell the ruſtic's ample throat:
Or where high lifted ſteps reſound,
When the peaſant thumps the ground
With aukward heel; and gives a fall
To miſtreſs of the rural ball:
Or preſſes with his iron hand,
And whirls her thro' the ſhouting band.
Nor art thou wont with theſe to ſport
Alone: but where the Loves reſort,
With all the young and ſhining train
Of Cytherea's golden reign,
More elegant, to lead is thine
The dance; which waves its eaſy line;
Marks the graceful, and the ſtrong;
Where ſpeech to which no words belong
Makes love by actions never pain'd,
All oppos'd, but nought conſtrain'd:
Movements mixing, ſwift, and ſlow,
And foot, ear, eye, together go.
Thus fluſh'd with all thy native charms,
My Delia ſpreads her winning arms,
[9] Upliſted ſoft, and ſeems to tread
On yielding air, or ocean's bed:
And, as ſhe grants her modeſt hand,
Damon's happy eyes demand,
While mov'd by her he ſeems to live,
The heart, which ſhe half ſeems to gives
If theſe delights, O Goddeſs! wait
Ever on thy happy ſtate,
Beſt of bleſſings underſtood,
Only ſource of mortal good;
Hither, bright Hygeia, fly
With roſy cheek, and ſparkling eye,
Such as thou doſt oft appear
When thy Heberden is near.
Rich with Nature's genuine grace,
Come, Goddeſs! to my warm embrace,
Far from all I fear, or hate;
From ſplendid life's deluſive ſtate,
Smiles that ſtab, or that betray:
Gloom of heart with viſage gay;
Splender canker'd with diſtreſs,
Grandeur mix'd with littleneſs,
Words of wind, and hopes of air,
Clouds which threaten dark deſpair,
Craft diſloyal to his truſt,
Here High Birth licking low the duſt,
There upſtart Meanneſs ſet aſtride
The world, too narrow for his pride.
Far from Trade's too buſy ſeat,
Of Loſs and Gain the low deceit,
[10] Aukward Pomp, and Vanity,
Who reſtleſs drive, and mount the ſky,
Proud of miſus'd Liberty;
While ſordid Cunning, Paſſion blind,
Ride on the gilded car behind.
From Law's grimace, and mean chicane,
Which rivets, when it ſeems the chain
To looſe; receives the golden ſhower,
And offers hecatombs to Power.
From language low, which vulgars prize,
Creeping Arts which mean to riſe;
Labyrinths, which ever wind
In the dark and double mind:
From Profeſſion's learned ſcene;
Cant of words, which little mean:
Phyſic, child of Luxury;
Clok'd in ſhallow myſtery:
Falſe Religion's forms, which bind
The body to enſlave the mind:
Diſputation's rage and trouble:
Philoſophic ſyſtem's bubble:
From War's parade; or Eloquence
In ſenates, big with ſmooth pretence
Of public good: from Envy mean,
Who midſt the liberal Arts is ſeen,
Corrodes the page which Genius drew,
And turns aſide her ſullen view,
Each work of Merit pleas'd to blaſt,
Then feeds upon herſelf at laſt.
[11] From theſe, immortal Goddeſs! fly,
And bleſs thy humble votary.
Give me Reaſon's laſting pleaſure,
Eaſe, but not ignoble leiſure:
Far be wild Ambition's fires,
Hopeleſs Love, and fierce Deſires.
I aſk not Fortune's glittering charms,
The pride of courts, the ſpoils of arms;
By ſilver ſtream, and haunted grove,
O give my peaceful ſteps to rove:
Beneath the ſhade of pendent hills,
I'll liſten to the falling rills,
That chafe the pebble, as they ſtray;
And haſte, like human life, away:
Then on the flowery carpet green
I'll ſit and trace the rural ſcene;
While by the mimic pencil drawn
The herds ſhall ſeem to crop the lawn;
The piping ſwain, the diſtant towers,
The moſs-grown knotted oaks, and bowers,
As bending to the whiſpering breeze,
Some thatch'd cot riſing 'mong the trees,
In rude and artleſs lines deſign'd,
Shall faintly mark the Maſter's mind.
Or, if ſoft verſe delight us more,
O grant of verſe the wonderous power
Strong ideas to inſpire;
Words which paint, and ſounds which fire;
Which calls up ſhades of heroes bold,
Whoſe virtues warm'd the times of old,
[12] Dreſſing the hiſtoric page
With Terror, Pity, Love, and Rage;
Or gives to Truth the tuneful art
With moral ſong to mend the heart:
Flow it eaſy, ſoft, and free,
From ill-conceiv'd obſcurity;
Affectation's crowded plumes,
All that ſtrains, or that aſſumes;
Nature may it e'er purſue,
Deſcribing, as we feel, the true:
Her magic glaſs while Fancy brings,
Which ſhews the fleeting form of things,
Each fair aſſemblage knows to trace
All that Nature hath of Grace;
While Reaſon lends her ſacred aid,
And in the beautiful diſplay'd,
Sees with ſound philoſophy
The reflected Deity.
Thus on thro' Manhood, Youth, and Age,
Nor ſtain'd with guilt, nor rough with rage,
In ſmooth maeanders life ſhall glide,
And roll a clear and peaceful tide.

THE ROYAL VOYAGE.

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BY THE SAME.

I.HIGH on the bounding bark the Royal Fair
Mounts o'er the billows of the watery way;
Serene as Cynthia thro' the fields of air,
Queen of the Night extends her cloudleſs ray,
When all the foreſts tremble to the gleam,
And the tranſparent ſeas reflect the ſilver beam.
But ſee the whitening ſurge, the gathering clouds;
Hark! the winds whiſtle thro' the ſhrowds,
They bow the maſt, they rend the ſail,
The ſea-worn mariner is pale,
And views the blackening ſtorm, and hears th' increaſing gale.
But not, O Royal Maid,
Let Fear thy breaſt invade:
Know, happy Fair! approv'd by heaven,
To thee the empire of the Main is given,
In vain loud winds the deep deform,
Love ſhall triumphant ride the ſtorm.
Peace! every roaring child of troubled air:
Unmov'd the Queen of ſea-girt Albion ſings;
Her flying fingers touch the ſtrings;
[14] Around their Queen the trembling train repair:
Her courage lifts their own;
Her muſic ſooths their care.

II.Happy Queen of Albion's iſle,
On whom the Loves and Graces ſmile:
Haſte from Germania's plain, and death-devoted ſhore,
Soon thy weary ſteps ſhall try
A happier land, a milder ſky,
Where no din of arms ſhall roar,
Nor winds, nor ſwelling ſeas aſſault thee more.
Thus, 'midſt the ſtorms which blow
O'er Thracian hills of ſnow,
Orpheus tun'd the golden lyre,
And ſaw the beaſts of death retire.
Thus fearleſs of the night, and watery grave,
Leander's boſom met the wave,
While Love before him flew his way to guide,
And thro' the foaming tide
Gave to his nervous arm redoubled power,
While Hymen ſhook the torch bright on the diſtant tower.
Hail! happy fires of mutual love unknown,
To purchas'd dalliance and tumultuous joy;
True Pleaſure ſits on Virtue's awful throne;
There all the Loves their golden ſhafts employ:
Mild and unclouded the eternal flame,
Reward of virtuous Love, and Heaven's beſt bleſſing came.

[15]III.Swift the wing'd Hours ſhall urge their ſtealing way,
Nor oft the waning moon ſhall know decay
Ere a new race ſhall riſe of ſcepter'd kings.
From thee, Streliſian Fair, the future hero ſprings.
See, the long lines of royal youths extend,
To Britain's throne new ſubjects bend;
Where'er her glittering ſtandards riſe,
In other ſeas, in other ſkies,
Shall ſpread the godlike fame of mildeſt victories.
Auſpicious youths be born!
Ariſe! O haſte! your native ſoil adorn!
Not valorous arms alone
Shall guard the regal throne;
But ſhining arts, and holy laws,
And ancient Freedom's well-defended cauſe,
Shall lift ſecure your praiſe ſublime
Thro' all the radiant paths of time.
On Dorubernian cliffs the Muſe hath told,
Prophetic child of Druids old,
Whereon ſhe ſits, and hears from either pole
In every wind victorious thunders roll.

TO A LADY SITTING FOR HER PICTURE.

BY THE SAME.

THE weary look, deſponding air,
Ill ſuits, my Dear, a face ſo fair;
Reſume your ſmiles; again ſupply
The Graces caught by Fancy's eye.
While Wilſon ſketches out the piece,
We'll talk, to paſs the time, of Greece;
Of Greece, as you have often heard,
For warriors, and for wits rever'd;
The ſeat of Learning, and the Graces,
Fam'd for fine arts, but finer faces;
Where Painters, Poets, not as ſince,
Were greater held than any Prince;
In temples, palaces careſt,
None more the Ladies ſmiles poſſeſt;
[23] For they were rich as well as clever,
And riches were ſucceſsful ever;
Prieſts, Senates, Nations, Kings deſir'd
The works their heaven-taught art inſpir'd,
And if a pencil chanc'd to drop,
An Alexander pick'd it up;
Beauties would run to be ſketch'd over;
The haughty Prince, tho' much a lover,
Once for the copy, payment ſmall,
Reſign'd up the original,
The fair Campaſpé's matchleſs charms,
More conquering than the Monarch's arms,
To one Apelles; one who drew
The Queen of Love, as Wilſon you.

Each lovely maid, of Greece the toaſt,
Such as our Britiſh iſle can boaſt,
In all their native beauty gay,
As Hebé young, and ſweet as May,
Before him ſate: from one he choſe
The eye which Love half ſeem'd to cloſe;
This lent a face divinely fair,
A mild, and yet majeſtic air;
That gave what art in vain would ſeek,
The ſpirits mantling in the cheek,
And lips that ſoftneſs ſeem'd to ſpeak.
Thus, from their various charms combin'd,
One perfect Whole impreſt his mind;
But had Apelles painted now,
He might, my Dear, have copied you,
[24] And, as in truth, I think, was done,
He would have from the picture run,
And left the Venus but begun,
To ſacrifice the pride of art
To the bright Goddeſs of his heart,
And given up an immortal claim,
For beauty's prize, the prize of fame.

THE ACADEMIC.
WRITTEN APRIL M.DCC.LV^*.

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BY THE SAME.

I.WHILE ſilent ſtreams the moſs-grown turrets lave,
Cam, on thy banks with penſive ſteps I tread;
The dipping oſiers kiſs thy paſſing wave,
And evening ſhadows o'er the plains are ſpread.

From reſtleſs eye of painful Care,
To thy ſecluded grot I fly,
Where Fancy's ſweeteſt forms repair,
To ſoothe her darling Poeſy;

Reclin'd the lovely Viſionary lies
In yonder vale and laurel-veſted bower;
Where the gay turf is deck'd with various dies,
And breathes the mingling ſcents of every flower:

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While holy dreams prolong her calm repoſe,

Her pipe is caſt the whiſpering reeds among;

High on the boughs her waving harp is hung,

Murmuring to every wind that o'er it blows.

II.Oft' have I ſeen her bathe at dewy morn
Her wanton boſom in thy ſilver ſpring,
And, while her hands her flowing locks adorn
With buſy elegance, have heard her ſing.

But ſay what long recorded theme,
Thro' all the lofty tale of time,
More worthy can the Goddeſs deem
Of ſounding chords, and ſong ſublime,

Than, whoſe parental hand to vigour bred
Each infant art, the Noble and the Wiſe;
Whoſe bounty gave yon' arching ſhades to ſpread.
Yon' pointed ſpires in holy pomp to riſe?

Shall War alone loud-echoing numbers claim,
And ſhall the deeds of ſmiling Peace be drown'd,
Amid the Hero's ſhouts and trumpet's ſound?
Theſe too ſhall flouriſh in immortal fame.

III.When Science ſled from Latium's poliſh'd coaſts
And Grecian groves, her long and lov'd abode,
Far from the din of fierce conflicting hoſts,
Thro' barbarous realms the weary wanderer trod;

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But to what more indulgent ſky,

To what more hoſpitable ſhade,

Could trembling, bleeding, fainting fly

The helpleſs and devoted Maid?

Time-honour'd Founders! ye the virgin woo'd!
'Twas yours, with ſouls to native grandeur born,
To bid her radiant beauties ſhine renew'd,
With wealth to heap, with honours to adorn.

In Granta's happier paths ſhe wept no more;
Heal'd were the wounds that ſcarr'd her gentle breaſt;
Here, ſtill ſhe ſmiles with Freedom's ſons to reſt;
Nor mourns her Attic towers, nor Tuſcan ſhore.

IV.Fathers of Genius! whom the Muſe adores,
For ſure to you her nobleſt ſtrains belong,
Beneath whoſe venerable roofs ſhe pours
The grateful notes of ſweetly flowing ſong.

Th' increaſe of ſwift revolving years
With conſcious pride exulting view;
How all ye plann'd complete appears;
How all your Virtues bloom anew:

The generous zeal which erſt ye felt remains,
Its bounteous beams ſtill ardent to diſpenſe;
While unexhauſted to your learned plains
Rolls the rich ſtream of wide munificence.

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Joy to your ſhades! the great career is run,

Reſerv'd by Fate for ſome ſuperior hand,

Confeſt, the laſt, th' auſpicious work ſhall ſtand,

And Stateſman, Monarch end what ye begun.

V.Ye too, once Inmates of theſe walls renown'd,
Whoſe ſpirits, mingling with th' ethereal ray,
Of univerſal Nature trac'd the bound,
Or rais'd in majeſty of thought the lay,

See your lov'd Arts this clime to grace,
Their rival radiance brighter ſhed,
While Holles ſmiles the wreath to place
Upon the youthful Victor's head.

Where Spencer ſits among your thrones ſublime,
To the ſoft muſic of his mournful lays
Liſtening ye weep for his ungrateful time,
And point the better hope of happier days.

If with the dead diſhonour's memory dies,
Forget, much injur'd Name, th' unworthy woe;
In ſtrains like thine ſo may our accents flow,
In nobler numbers yon' fair domes ariſe.

VI.When Faction's ſtorms, or ſome fell Tyrant's hate
Arts join'd with Freedom to one grave ſhall doom,
Then tho' theſe ſtructures to the hand of Fate
Bend their proud height, like thine, imperial Rome,

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Know, vainly, Time, thy rapid rage

Shall point its wide deſtroying aim,

Since what defies the force of age

Thus conſecrates the pile to Fame;

Some future eye the ruin'd heap ſhall trace,
The name of Holles on the ſtone behold,
Shall point a Brunſwic to a diſtant race,
Benign, and awful on the ſwelling gold.

Th' hiſtoric page, the poet's tuneful toil,
With theſe compar'd, their mutual aid ſhall raiſe
To build the records of eternal praiſe,
And deck with endleſs wreaths their honour'd ſoil.

VII.Sweeter than warbled ſounds that win the ſenſe
Flows the glad muſic of a grateful heart,
Beyond the pomp of wordy eloquence,
Or ſtrains too cold, high-wrought with labour'd art.

Tho' weakly ſounds the jarring ſtring;
Tho' vainly would the Muſe explore
The heights to which with eagle wing
Alone can heaven-taught Genius ſoar;

Yet ſhall her hand ingenious ſtrive to twine
The blooming chaplet for her Leader's brow;
While with new verdure grac'd, in Glory's ſhrine,
The ampler Palms of civic Honours grow;

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When he, theſe favour'd ſhades appears to bleſs,

Whoſe guardian counſels guide a nation's fate,

And with ſuperior toils for Europe's ſtate

Mixes the thought of Granta's happineſs.

VIII.Hail ſeats rever'd! where thoughtful pleaſures dwell,
And hovering Peace extends her downy wings,
Where muſing Knowledge holds her humble cell,
And Truth divine unlocks her ſecret ſprings;

This verſe with mild acceptance deign
To hear; this verſe yourſelves inſpire,
Ere yet within your ſacred fane
The Muſe ſuſpends her votive lyre.

Thee, Granta, thus with filial thanks I greet,
With ſmiles maternal thou thoſe thanks receive,
For Learning's humble wealth, for friendſhip ſweet,
For every calmer joy thy ſcenes could give.

While thus I ſport upon thy peaceful ſtrand,
The ſtorms of life at awful diſtance roar;
And ſtill I dread, ſtill lingering on the ſhore,
To launch my little bark, and quit the land.

AMABELLA^b.
WRITTEN BY THE DESIRE OF MRS. MONTAGU.

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BY MR. JERNINGHAM.

HARMODIUS breath'd the rural air, nor found
His ruddy health with length of years decreaſe:
By duty prompted, Amabella crown'd
His ſilver forehead with the wreath of peace:

By partial nature fram'd in beauty's mould,
Adorn'd with every grace, unſpoil'd by art,
To friendſhip's circle ſtill did ſhe unfold
The lovelier beauties of a feeling heart.

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Endear'd to all ſhe met, each welcome day,

By fortune's hand, with various bleſſings fraught:

When, lo! her gaiety's accuſtom'd ray

Was quench'd, untimely, with the gloom of thought.

What fix'd the boſom-thorn, affliction knows,
Where peace ſat brooding as the gentle dove:
What blaſted on her cheek the ſummer roſe,
Or ſlow diſeaſe, or unſucceſsful love,

Remain'd unknown.—'Twas by the many gueſs'd,
That love to her ſoft vows had prov'd unkind:
Beyond the power of her weak frame oppreſs'd,
Infanity o'erthrew her lovely mind.

At length recovering, yet to grief devote,
To ſolitude ſhe gave th' unſocial day;
Like a pale vot'ry from the world remote,
Unchear'd, unviſited of pleaſure's ray.

Oft did Harmodius (at her ſtate diſmay'd)
Solicit from his child her ſecret pain:
Her vague reply ſtill from his queſtion ſtray'd,
And each repeated effort prov'd in vain.

To ſpeed the moments of the loitering hour,
And by their plaintive ſtrains perchance allur'd,
Within a ſpacious myrtle-woven bower,
Two turtle doves the penſive fair ſecur'd.

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" Ye little captives, would ſhe often ſay,

" Tho' here ſecluded from the fields of air,

" Thro' yonder vernal grove forbid to ſtray,

" And join the kindred train that wanton there;

" 'Gainſt you the gunner never lifts his arm,
" Nor o'er this manſion does the falcon ſail;
" You live unconſcious of the ſtorm's alarm,
" The rain impetuous, and the beating hail.

" Nor here, by kind compaſſion unimpreſs'd,
" The ſchool-boy ever rears his impious hand,
" To fill with agony the feather'd breaſt,
" And raze the little domes that love had plann'd."

Their harmleſs joys diſeaſe too ſoon effac'd:
One fatal morn, her Turturella's mate
She found, with flagging wing ſubdued, oppreſs'd,
And juſt, juſt ſinking at the blow of fate:

While down her cheek compaſſion's ſhower diſtill'd,
She gently rais'd it to her anxious breaſt;
But death's cold blaſt life's crimſon current chill'd,
And thus the fair her breathleſs bird addreſs'd:

" Ill-fated turtle, round whoſe peaceful bower
" The jocund loves ſo lately wont to play:
" How ſunk, alas! in youth's exulting hour,
" To fell diſeaſe, to death th' untimely prey:

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" How ſilent is the voice, which, void of art,

" Along the tender day was heard to coo!

" How ſtill, how frozen is the conſtant heart,

" Which to its dear companion beat ſo true!

" That dear companion, that now widow'd dove,
" To ſcreen from every harm be mine the care;
" And, while ſhe mourns her ne'er-reviving love,
" Her grief to me the mourner will endear:

" Like thee, a widow too, condemn'd to mourn:
" No more to me does life unfold its charms,
" Death; death forbids him ever to return!"
She ſaid—and ſunk into th' attendant's arms.

Her ſwift relapſing to her former ſtate,
With boding fears, approach'd the ſerving train:
This ſcene's dread period tremblingly they wait,
Nor were their boding fears indulg'd in vain:

Awakening from her trance, around ſhe threw,
Diſtreſsful fair, her much diſorder'd eyes;
And wildering ſaid—"repeat that kind adieu:
" Ah no! from love to war, to death he flies.

" Did ye not hear the claſh of hoſtile ſpears?
" Ah! mark ye not that breaſt-plate ſtain'd with gore?
" What groan was that which pierc'd theſe fearful ears?
" He falls, he falls—my warrior is no more:

[38]

" Nor was, O Heaven! his Amabella near

" To ſoothe his pain, and echo ſigh to ſigh,

" Drop on the gaping ground a balmy tear,

" Kiſs his cold lip, and cloſe his fading eye."

Of her diſtreſs th' alarm'd Harmodius taught,
With trembling ſteps approach'd th' unconſcious fair:
" Give me, he cried, with grief paternal fraught,
" Give me, O Amabel'! to ſoothe thy care:

" Say, what affliction has thy ſoul impreſt?
" Reveal what ſtorm thy boſom'd calmneſs breaks?
" Reveal—and thus relieve this anguiſh'd breaſt:
" The tender father to his daughter ſpeaks."

AMABELLA.

" Ah! what avails the praiſe the brave obtain!

" Thro' his white boſom ruſh'd the hoſtile ſteel:

" 'Twas his to ſwell the number of the ſlain,

" And mine affliction's keeneſt point to feel."

HARMODIUS.

" Her roving thought no trace of reaſon bears:

" To her rack'd mind, O Heaven! thy peace impart:

" A loving parent bathes thy cheek with tears;

" Harmodius holds thee to his breaking heart."

AMABELLA.

[39]

" To thee, I grateful kneel, O generous ſeer!
" Who doſt, to one unknown, thy care extend:
" Along thy path may Peace her olives rear,
" And Heaven, in battle, ſhield thy deareſt friend:

" For me, who droop beneath misfortune's ſhower,
" I had a father,—now, alas! a foe,—
" Thou'lt bluſh to hear,—in ſorrow's darkeſt hour,
" He leaves his child abandon'd to her woe:

" But to thy heart, that's fram'd of ſofter mould,
" What can to thee, a wretch like me endear!
" The ſpring, the motive of thy love unfold:
" Say, ſay, for me why flows that friendly tear!

" Yet ſoft awhile,—methinks that hoary brow—
" That plaintive voice—Ah, bear with my diſtreſs!
" Or much remembrance is effac'd, or now,
" A tender father's tear-dew'd cheek I preſs."

HARMODIUS.

" On knees of gratitude, I bleſs the ſkies,

" That Amabella to herſelf reſtore."

AMABELLA.

" Ah, wherefore doſt thou joy! thy daughter dies:
" Support me to yon couch—I can no more—
[40] " I feel, I feel the pulſe of life retire!
" Ah, deign to hear thy dying child reveal,
" What, in rebellion to thy juſt deſire,
" Lock'd in her breaſt, ſhe dar'd ſo long conceal.

" By thee, unſanction'd, did I plight my love,

" And, all to thee unknown, a bride became."

HARMODIUS.

" Harmodius will to both a father prove."

AMABELLA.

" To him thy pardon thou canſt ne'er proclaim:

" Three fleeting hours had ſcarcely call'd me bride,
" When he was ſummon'd to the martial plain:
" And there,—forgive theſe tears,—in beauty's pride,
" The much-lamented valiant youth was ſlain.

" What tho' unworthy of thy care I prove,
" To thy remembrance let thy child be dear;
" Thy kind compaſſion let the daughter move,
" When this weak frame ſhall preſs th' untimely bier."

More would ſhe ſay,—her voice began to fail,
From her faint eye life's lingering ſpark retir'd,
The ripening cherry on her lip grew pale,
She heav'd a ſigh, and in that ſigh expir'd.

A SPOUSAL HYMN. ADDRESSED TO HIS MAJESTY ON HIS MARRIAGE.

[41]

BY JAMES SCOTT^s, M. A. FELLOW OF TRINITY COLLEGE, CAMBRIDGE.

AS, when diffus'd in ſolemn trance
Her dear delight the Latmian ſhepherd lay,
Fond Cynthia came with lightning-glance,
And o'er his boſom ſtream'd her virgin ray:
So come, O gentle Muſe, if e'er aright
I paid my vows, if e'er implor'd
One ſcanty beam of thy celeſtial light;
Proof to the muckworm miſer's golden hoard,
Nor envious of the ſtateſman's fair renown,
The warrior's death-bought wreath, and monarch's thorny crown.

Come, Guardian of my natal hour,
That bad'ſt me chuſe the ſtill ſequeſter'd grove,
The pathleſs mead, and woodbine bower,
Where placid Cares, and penſive Pleaſures rove;
[42] Where oft by moon-light's ſilent, ſolemn glade,
Pale Paſſion muſing loves to ſtray,
And hand in hand, by Melancholy led,
In thoughtful loneneſs wears herſelf away;
O come, in all thy radiant charms confeſt,
And fire with glowing zeal my fond, devoted breaſt!

I aſk not flowrets freſh and gay,
From Pindus cull'd to pleaſe the vainly great;
No ſilken ſtrain, no tinſel lay,
To cloke ſome public Knave from public hate:
No, Virgin, no—Fair Freedom's veſtal flame
Pervades my ſoul; for Her I twine
The votive wreath, for Her thy hallow'd name
Invoke, O make thy choiceſt treaſures mine;
Breathe Inſpiration thro' each glowing line,
Thy genuine form impreſs, and ſtamp the work divine!

Then ſhalt thou, George, the ſong approve,
O Britiſh-born! O Freedom's ſacred heir!
O thou, whom all the Graces love,
Religion's boaſt, and Virtue's darling care!
Fain would the Muſe attempt thy various praiſe,
But ah, in vain!—thro' t Ida's bowers
With dubious foot th' aſtoniſh'd woodman ſtrays;
Where ſhall his work begin?—Ye ſylvan Powers
Direct the blow; here oaks aſpiring riſe,
There, Monarchs of the grove, tall cedars prop the ſkies.

[43]Say, ſhall the Muſe thy patriot Sire
Recall to view? Tell how with conſcious ſtate
She ſaw the god-like Prince retire
To glorious exile, like Timoleon great?
Glad heard the voice, "Avaunt, ye wretched Train,
" Shall I my Country's cauſe betray?
" Betray my ſoul, my God, for ſordid gain?
" Periſh the thought!—Ye Slaves of gold away!—
" In venal courts tho' baſe corruption reigns,
" Know Liberty ſhall breathe thro' Kew's indignant plains."

He ſpoke, and lo! the reptile crew
Struck dumb with wonder fled!—Hail, ſacred ſource,
Whence George his patriot morals drew:
Proſper, ye heavenly Powers, their genial courſe!
O bid them branch into a thouſand rills,
A thouſand ſtreams!—Where-e'er they flow,
Whether all glift'ring down the loftier hills,
Or thro' the ſtill, and humbler vales below,
Let Health purſue, no noxious weeds be found,
But flowers immortal riſe freſh-breathing ſweets around!

Prophetic wiſh!—See Diſcord flies,
With all her rebel rout, her hell-born train!
See Faction falls, and Party dies,
They die fell ſerpents, in his dawning reign:
Thus ſure preſage of many a glorious deed,
Bleſt omen of immortal fame,
The Son of Jove, when near his infant head
Devouring ſnakes in poiſonous volumes came,
[44] Graſp'd in his brawny arms the ſcaly foes,
Smil'd on the danger paſt, and ſunk to ſoft repoſe.

And now again, with careful hand,
Her goodly plants fair Science joys to rear;
And now again all blooming ſtand
The beauteous Progeny of Art; they fear
No killing froſts, no thick unkindly dews,
Such as from Belgian plains ariſe;
The genial clouds their pearly drops diffuſe,
And ſhower increaſe of ſweetneſs from the ſkies;
The youthful Sun, in his meridian throne,
Beams with indulgent ray his foſtering influence down.

Hail, favour'd Iſle! bleſt ſeat of Fame!
For conquering arms, and peerleſs arts renown'd!
Hail, mighty George! thy darling name
Oft ſhall the Muſe with honeſt joy refound:
Not that abſtemious, prudent, juſt, and wiſe,
Thy every deed fair Virtue guides;
Nor that thy thoughts with holy ardor riſe
From Earth's low baſe, where Vice and Paſſion bides,
To Heaven's bright manſions, there their ſweets diſpenſe,
Grateful as hallow'd fumes from breathing frankincenſe.

Ay me ſo great, ſo bold a flight
Beſeems not ſhepherd-ſwain, in lowly Mead
Far from Preferment's giddy height
Condemn'd, alas, an hireling flock to feed!
[45] Yet will I ſing how thy diſcerning eye
The boiſterous ſea of life ſurveys,
Where toiling fore the Sons of Merit lie,
Till call'd by thee their weary heads they raiſe:
What minute Drop, but cheriſh'd by thy care
A coſtly Pearl becomes of matchleſs Beauty rare?

Charm then your pipes, ye ſhepherd ſwains,
And bid the hills, and dales the Song repeat,
Your Patron, your Auguſtus reigns!—
But hark, with undulation ſoft, and ſweet,
What melting muſic ſteals upon the ear!
Am I deceiv'd, or doth a Choir
Of winged Cupids fan the buxom air
Till Silence ſmiles; while from their ſilver lyre
Harmonious numbers flow, whoſe dulcet breath
Would recreate a ſoul beneath the pangs of death?

I did not err, a Choir of Loves
Sublime in air attune th' enchanting lay;
They leave Idalia's blooming groves,
And Cypria's myrtle ſhades, where jocund ſtray
The Graces, Smiles, and Hours, where Nature's care
Profuſely kind allures the ſight,
And wraps the ſenſe in bliſs: ye Virgins fair
Of Britain's Iſle, ſweet daughters of delight,
Receive the cherub throng, to you they fly
With welcome tidings fraught, bleſt harbingers of Joy.

[46]Lo! lo ſhe comes from th' Albine ſhore,
Your maiden Queen, adorn'd with peerleſs charms:
Like Phoebe, when by Taurus hoar
Enamour'd Alpheus ſtrove with eager arms
To graſp the Fair: ah, fond and hapleſs boy!
Ah, cruel wayward Dame!—in vain
He breath'd his amorous ſoul, for all too coy
Swift as the Roe ſhe ſought the diſtant plain;
Left him to pour in tears his plaintive theme,
Till chang'd by love and grief he melted to a ſtream.

See where from Ocean's pearly bed,
Whoſe huddling waters paſs unwilling by,
She comes with eaſy modeſt tread,
'Midſt echoing crowds, and rapturous ſhouts of joy:
'Twas thus, the life-reſembling x tablet ſhews,
In youth and beauty freſh and gay
The Paphian Goddeſs from the waves aroſe,
While dolphins gamboll'd thro' the watry way,
Old Neptune ſmil'd, the ſea-green ſiſters ſung,
And all the rooks around with Iö Triumph rung.

But ah, what Daedal hand can trace
The glowing beauties of her air and mien;
The lively ſweetneſs of her face,
And eyes where wiſdom's azure beams are ſeen?
Her boſom fraught with honour's maiden treaſure,
Unblemiſh'd faith, mild modeſty,
[47] Eternal love, unſoil'd by baſer pleaſure,
And conſtant truth, and ſpotleſs chaſtity,
Where thoughts, that angels might admire, are bred,
And flames of holy zeal, by pure Religion fed?

Hail, Virgin, hail, divinely bleſt,
By Heaven endow'd with all that's good and great!
O Flower of Virtue, in whoſe breaſt,
Imperial Reaſon dwells in royal ſtate!
There, there ſhe ſits as Queen on ivory throne,
The vaſſal Paſſions round her ſtand,
In ſuppliant guiſe her rightful power they own,
And hear her ſtill ſmall voice, her ſoft command:
Far from the pure and unpolluted ſhrine
Each baſe affection flies, each haggard nurſe of ſin.

Leave then, ye Siſters, leave the y Spring
Whoſe hallow'd waters flow thro' Minyas' land;
Conduct to Britain's blooming King
This all-accompliſh'd work of Nature's hand:
'Tis yours, imperial Nymphs, whate'er is ſweet,
And fair and ſplendid to beſtow;
On you attend Wealth, Wiſdom, Beauty, Wit;
Nor ſeated on Olympus' laughing brow
Will choirs celeſtial move till you advance,
Nor ſhare th' ambroſial feaſt, nor lead the ſprightly dance.

[48]And thou, O Queen of ſoft deſires,
Whoſe radiant ſmiles diſpel the gloom of care,
And kindling friendſhip's pureſt fires,
Chaſe from the ſoul Suſpicion, Doubt, and Fear,
Thoſe grieſly forms: O come, bewitching Power,
Come gently, o'er the bridal bed
In genial dews thy choiceſt pleaſures ſhower;
Such as in Arcady's voluptuous ſhade
z Lycaeus felt, when ſtretch'd on Maia's breaſt
An image of himſelf th' enraptur'd God impreſt.

Nor thou, Lucina chaſte and fair,
Nor thou, ſweet Genius of the nuptial bower,
Be abſent; on the royal Pair
Profuſe of joy your kindly bleſſings pour!
O haſte, ye Guardians of the ſacred rites,
Whoſe aid prolific power ſupplies,
So ſhall Britannia bleſs their pure delights,
When future Georges, future Charlottes riſe;
By whom reflected diſtant times ſhall find
The Mother's matchleſs Grace, the Father's virtuous Mind.

ON MR. NASH's PICTURE AT FULL LENGTH BETWEEN THE BUSTS OF SIR ISAAC NEWTON AND MR. POPE, AT BATH.

[57]

BY THE E— OF C—.

THE old Aegyptians hid their wit
In hierolyphic dreſs,
To give men pains in ſearch of it,
And pleaſe themſelves with gueſs.

Moderns, to hit the ſelf-ſame path,
And exerciſe their parts,
Place figures in a room at Bath:
Forgive them, God of arts!

Newton, if I can judge aright,
All Wiſdom does expreſs;
His knowledge gives mankind delight,
Adds to their happineſs.

Pope is the emblem of true Wit,
The ſunſhine of the mind;
Read o'er his works in ſearch of it,
You'll endleſs pleaſure find.

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Naſh repreſents man in the maſs,

Made up of Wrong and Right;

Sometimes a K—, ſometimes an A—;

Now blunt, and now polite.

The picture plac'd the buſt between,
Adds to the thought much ſtrength,
Wiſdom, and Wit, are little ſeen,
But Folly's at full length.

ON THE D—SS OF R—D.

BY THE SAME.

WHAT do ſcholars, and bards, and aſtronomers wiſe,
Mean by ſtuffing our heads with nonſenſe and lies;
By telling us Venus muſt always appear
In a car, or a ſhell, or a twinkling ſtar;
Drawn by ſparrows, or ſwans, or dolphins, or doves,
Attended in form by the graces and loves:
That ambroſia and nectar is all ſhe will taſte,
And her paſſport to hearts on a belt round her waiſt?

Without all this buſtle I ſaw the bright dame,
To ſupper laſt night to P—y's ſhe came
In a good warm ſedan; no fine open car;
Two chairmen her doves, and a flambeau her ſtar;
[59] No nectar ſhe drank, no ambroſia ſhe eat;
Her cup was plain claret, a chicken her meat:
Nor wanted a ceſtus her boſom to grace,
For R—d, that night, had lent her her face.

BRITAIN'S ISLE.
ON THE DEATH OF FREDERIC, PRINCE OF WALES.

[60]

BY THE SAME.

WHO but remembers yeſterday,
Remembers Britain happy, gay;
Each bard inſpir'd with ſprightlier lays,
Already ſung Saturnian days:
Already Science, hand in hand
With Art, had Freedom's temple plann'd.
All wore an univerſal ſmile;
Such were the hopes of Britain's Iſle.

But now, ſince Fate has wrapt in night
The nation's and mankind's delight;
Since Frederic now for ever ſleeps,
Art droops again, and Science weeps;
Corruption (who had ſpread her wing,
To fly before the patriot King)
Her flight, now doubtful, ſtops a while—
Adieu the hopes of Britain's Iſle.

TO A LADY, WITH A PAIR OF GLOVES, ON VALENTINE'S DAY.

[64]

BY VILLIERS, DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM.

BRIMFUL of anger, not of love,
The champion ſends his foe one glove;
But I, who have a double ſhare
Of ſofter paſſion, ſend a pair.
Nor think it, deareſt Celia, cruel
That I invite you to a duel;
Ready to meet you face to face,
At any time, in any place:
Nor will I leave you in the lurch,
Tho' you ſhould dare to name the church;
There come equipp'd with all your charms,
The ring and licence are my arms;
With theſe I mean your power to try,
And meet my charmer tho' I die.

KIMBOLTON PARK.

[65]

BY THE MR. H—.

THY Park, Kimbolton! and ſurrounding ſhade,
For rural love and contemplation made,
Invite my ſong. Ye Sylvans! haunt your bowers!
Waft round your ſweets! and open all your flowers!

And thou, who ſhut'ſt not to the ſuppliant's prayer,
Nor to the aid-imploring voice thine ear,
Do thou, O MANCHESTER! protect the ſong;
The Muſe's care does to the learn'd belong:
Grateful alike Muſe, Subject, Author, bow,
And hail the ſource whence all their pleaſures flow.
Theſe plains that annual pour their ſweets for thee,
(Thanks to thy bounty) yield a part to me:
And Eaſe, fair Virtue's, and the Poet's friend,
Thro' your indulgence, on my ſteps attend.

Impervious to the ſun's moſt potent ray
Yon lofty elms their arched heads diſplay;
From far the traveller ſees their ſummit riſe,
Scarce half diſtinguiſh'd from the neighbouring ſkies;
But oft ſurveying as he onward goes,
Greener and fairer ſtill the object grows;
Till underneath their ſhade, at eaſe reclin'd,
He leaves the labour of the day behind;
[66] Soft breezes cool him from ſurrounding bowers,
And Nature bland her gay profuſion pours.

So they who dauntleſs plow the dangerous main,
(What will not daring man attempt for gain?)
At early dawn, from top-maſt-head eſpy
A riſing vapour in the bordering ſky;
Ere day's mid courſe, that vapour oft they find
A royal navy, hovering in the wind:
Yards, ſails, and ſtreamers crowd the whiſpering air,
And all the glories of the deep appear.

Nor leſs impervious that extended ſhade
By reverend oaks, the growth of ages, made;
Save where wide avenues that ſhade divide,
And ſhew the woodland in its utmoſt pride.
Here let the huntſman wind the echoing horn,
Cheer his ſwift ſteed, and wake the roſy morn;
Let dogs and men in noiſy concert join,
And ſportſmen call the harmony divine:
The Muſe delights not, fond of penſive eaſe,
In diſſipation, or purſuits like theſe.

And thou, ſweet Thruſh! prolong thy amorous tale,
Let thy love-burthen'd ſong delight the vale!
No leaden death I bring, no toils for thee,
Sing on, and ſoothe thy feather'd progeny.
Come! peaceful Precepts! of the Samian Sage,
Unbend the bow, and curb an iron age!
Whatever laws ſhort-ſighted man may make,
Who cannot give, can have no power to take:
He, and he only, who could life beſtow,
May call his bleſſing from the realms below.

[67]

Let ſhaggy bears, that prowl Moſcovia's ſhore,

Stain their fierce claws, or dip their tongue in gore;

This does not equal human beaſts of prey,

What they for hunger, we for pleaſure ſlay:

Nor is this thirſt of blood to man confin'd;
See S— a ſavage of the fairer kind!
Pardon me, You! whoſe nobler tears can flow
For aught that ſuffers miſery below;
Who ſhrink to rob the inſect of its hour,
Or bruiſe its offspring in the opening flower:
Your form, your fears were by great Heaven deſign'd
At once to charm and humanize mankind.

When Nature fair from her Creator ſprung,
And wondering angels hallelujahs ſung,
The ſylvan ſcene, bleſt ſeat! to man was given,
The richeſt bounty of indulgent Heaven.

To Peace then ſacred be the ſhady grove!
Be there no murmurs heard—but thoſe of love:
Love, fled from noiſe and cities, haunts the glade,
The falling fountains, and the ſilent ſhade,
Inſpires each warbling ſongſter in the bower,
Breathes in each gale, and bloſſoms in each flower.
When every object thus their charms combine,
What boſom can reſiſt the power divine?
Too feeble that, which now the Muſe inſpires,
And, with her own, admits ſtill warmer fires.
Here, here I felt the ſoft infection riſe,
Pant at the breaſt, and languiſh in the eyes,
When Mira to my humble cot was led,
Love's willing victim, to an huſband's bed;
[68] And now ſtill feel, in ſmoother channels, run
Thoſe ſtreams, that rapid paſſion firſt begun:
Eſteem, affection, friendſhip ne'er decline:
Nor are her virtues leſs for being mine.

Let Rome her fetter'd monks to cells withdraw,
And force her own againſt great Nature's law:
Drag blooming virgins uſeleſs from mankind,
And give to luſt, what was for love deſign'd:
'Tis mine to tread on Albion's bliſsful ſhore,
Where ſinful celibacy binds no more.

Now ſultry Phoebus, far from Thetis' bed
Darts his fierce rays reſiſtleſs o'er my head.
Slow thro' you walk oft-winding let me rove,
And wander deep within the ſilent grove!
Or, if too potent there his beams invade,
O! let me tread thoſe limes more cooling ſhade!
That ſhade which ſhall your kind protection gain,
And Brown himſelf provoke the axe in vain.

In milder climes, and bleſt with cloudleſs ſkies,
Let ſlender domes on hills unſhelter'd riſe,
Where conſtant ſeaſons glad the neighbouring plains,
And Phoebus holds, not Phaëton, the reins.
But where loud waves oft vex the ſea-girt ſhore,
And ſudden tempeſts, unexpected, roar:
Where rough December, envious of her power,
From gentle May oft plucks the tender flower:
Where cleareſt morn to cloudy noon gives way,
And ſtormy eve excludes the hopeful day:
Where o'er the vaſt Atlantic vapours roll,
Or frozen ſogs dark iſſue from the pole,
[69] There the firm building aſks the planter's aid,
" From ſtorms a ſhelter, and from heat a ſhade."

In gardening great th' improvement of the age,
Clipt yews, cut out in Magogs, quit the ſtage;
Half murder'd hollies meet with one wound more,
And claſping ivy leaves the loaded door.
But yet the axe may drive the edge too far:
Brown not with Nature, yet with climes may war:
Uſe or convenience oft put in their claim,
" And riſe to faults good judges dare not blame;"
Nor can true taſte and elegance reſide
Where order and gradation are deny'd.

By walls immur'd, or loſt within a wood
The cloiſter'd manſions of our fathers ſtood:
They ſought protection from the dog-ſtar's heat,
And heard, tho' felt not, the rude tempeſt beat:
But damps pervaded oft the gloomy hall,
And green-grown mould defac'd the 'ſcutcheon'd wall.
Fond of extremes (and wiſer ſure than they!)
We drive walls, trees, damps, arms, and all away:
Yield ſtill too far to every thing that's new,
Nor dare to keep the golden mean in view.

But ſee! the ſun the ſteep of heaven deſcends,
And yon kind cloud her golden curtain lends:
Let me, ye Walks! your flowery maze purſue,
And on one plain the world's whole tribute view.
That tribute, Commerce, which we owe to thee,
As thou we owe to godlike Liberty.
Here ſpicy ſhrubs, the growth of Afric, bloom,
And ancient Aſia breathes her ſweet perfume:
[70] Columbean wilds their later treaſures yield,
And Britiſh roſes crown the flowery field.

AUTHOR OF GOOD! how are thy bleſſings ſhed!
On man's, on thereby man's, much honour'd head!
From glowing India to the frozen pole,
Thy Providence ſupplies, protects the whole:
Nor are thy gifts at random thrown abroad,
Or undiſtinguiſh'd careleſly beſtow'd;
For, whilſt the whole in general bleſſings ſhare,
Each part partakes thy more peculiar care:
Yon ſpreading fig, that firſt from India came,
Stretch'd broad her leaves to cool the ſun-burnt dame:
Soft cypreſs riſes on the Paphian plain,
To ſoothe the grief of ſome forſaken ſwain:
In cold Norwegia lofty pines ariſe,
A kind protection from the northern ſkies:
And various realms this one grand truth declare,
Who feels th' extremes of Nature, feels her care:
Ev'n winter ſtern, and angry tempeſts bring
Their ſecret treaſures to the fruitful ſpring;
Pour foſtering ſtores into the weary earth,
And call more gay reviving Nature forth.

Hail! youthful ſeaſon! health-reſtoring Power!
That chear'ſt the waſte, and cloath'ſt the roſeat bower,
That bid'ſt gay Nature all her ſweets diſplay,
And on benighted nations pour the day:
For thee the roſes bloom, the violets ſpread,
And yellow cowſlips rear their bended head:
Briſk thro' the thicket trips the ſpotted fawn,
And ſportive lambs bound wanton on the lawn:
[71] Thoſe oaks, the future ſovereigns of the ſea,
Stretch wide their boughs, and clothe their heads for thee.

Bloom freſh, ye ſacred Guardians of our iſle!
War's rage is o'er, and Peace now deigns to ſmile:
Here ſtand the graceful monarchs of the wood,
Nor unprovok'd attempt the ſwelling flood:
Remain ſecure as erſt when Druids made
Their ſongs divine beneath your reverend ſhade:
But ſoon as jarring nations, faithleſs grown,
Enrich'd with trade and commerce not their own,
Shall baſely ſtrive thoſe honours to obtain
By meaneſt arts, which courage ſought in vain,
Then, then indignant quit the fertile ſhore,
And bid the deep aſſiſt your thunder's roar.

When hapleſs England felt a tyrant's ſway,
And that fierce tyrant fell to luſt a prey,
Here, fill'd with grief, an injur'd princeſs a fled
From ſhort-liv'd grandeur, and divided bed:
Oppreſſion ſpread her horrors o'er the plain,
And all thy ſweets, Kimbolton! bloom'd in vain.

For not the fragrant breath of roſy morn,
Nor tuneful lark on riſing pinions borne,
Nor all the verdure of the blooming ſpiring,
Can to the broken heart loſt pleaſure bring.

[72]In England then the ſons of Freedom ſlept,
And drooping Virtue o'er their aſhes wept:
In vain for right the royal ſtranger cry'd,
That right his ſlaves enjoy'd her lord deny'd:
Yon inmoſt grove oft heard her mournful tale,
Her ſorrows ſpread along this ſilent vale;
Till Fate in pity call'd her to the ſhore,
Where luſt and tyranny oppreſs no more.

Thrice happy change! where royal virtue griev'd,
The aged and the orphan are reliev'd;
And thankful widows crowd the open'd door,
Where weeping majeſty complain'd before.

O Britons! (if to pagan powers ye bow)
Be ſmiling Liberty ador'd by you!
Where mad Oppreſſion waves her iron wand,
There Truth and Juſtice quit the waſted land:
But where the people feel a father's ſway,
(As Rome felt once, and Britain feels to-day)
There Juſtice equal with the Sovereign reigns,
And peace and plenty glads the ſmiling plains.
When they, who govern with the govern'd join,
And, without faction, all their force combine;
Not the loud cannon, nor the ocean's roar,
That beats with angry waves the ſounding ſhore,
Can cruſh contending hoſts, or awe them more.

Thoſe laurels, Granby! that adorn thy brow,
Far from the muddy fount of faction grew;
Fair Union gently rear'd the parent tree,
That ſtretch'd ſo wide her boughs for Hawke and thee.

[73]And thus united, ſubject of my lays!
Thy ſons, Kimbolton! claim'd the patriot's praiſe,
Who left their fields to guard the the threat'ned ſhore,
Ere Eliot fought and Thurot was no more.
And tho' no annals to their race ſhall tell,
What numbers vanquiſh'd by their valour fell;
The ſoul reſolv'd that waited firm the foe,
And in his boſom brav'd th' impending blow,
Or conquer'd for his native fields, or bled,
Tho' no green laurels ſhade his honour'd head.

But lo! my Muſe! the humid drops deſcend,
And parting ſhepherds to the hamlets tend,
O! quit the taſk thoſe beauties to diſplay,
That fairer ſpring with each returning day!

So Reynolds thus, preſuming on his art,
To trace thoſe charms, my Lord! that win your heart,
Sees ſofter ſmiles whene'er he lifts his eye,
That bid him throw his baffled pencil by.

THE TRIUMPH OF MELANCHOLY.

BY THE SAME.

MEMORY, be ſtill! why throng upon the thought
Theſe ſcenes ſo deeply ſtain'd with Sorrow's die?
Is there in all thy ſtores no chearful draught,
To brighten yet once more in Fancy's eye?

Yes—from afar a landſcape ſeems to riſe,
Embelliſh'd by the laviſh hand of Spring;
Thin gilded clouds float lightly o'er the ſkies,
And laughing Loves diſport on fluttering wing.

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How bleſt the youth in yonder valley laid!

What ſmiles in every conſcious feature play!

While to the murmurs of the breezy glade

His merry pipe attunes the rural lay.

Hail Innocence! whoſe boſom all ſerene
Feels not as yet th' internal tempeſt roll:
O! ne'er may Care diſtract that placid mien!
Ne'er may the ſhades of Doubt o'erwhelm thy ſoul!

Vain wiſh! for lo, in gay attire conceal'd
Yonder ſhe comes! the heart-enflaming fiend!
(Will no kind power the helpleſs ſtripling ſhield!)
Swift to her deſtin'd prey ſee Paſſion bend!

O ſmile accurſt, to hide the worſt deſigns!
Now with blithe eye ſhe wooes him to be bleſt;
While round her arm unſeen a ſerpent twines—
And lo, ſhe hurls it hiſſing at his breaſt!

And inſtant, lo, his dizzy eye-ball ſwims
Ghaſtly, and reddening darts a frantic glare;
Pain with ſtrong graſp diſtorts his writhing limbs,
And Fear's cold hand erects his frozen hair.

Is this, O Life, is this thy boaſted prime!
And does thy ſpring no happier proſpect yield!
Why ſhould the ſun-beam pain thy glittering clime,
When the keen mildew deſolates the field!

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How Memory pains! Let ſome gay theme beguile

The muſing mind, and ſoothe to ſoft delight:

Ye images of Woe, no more recoil;

Be life's paſt ſcenes wrapt in oblivious night.

Now when fierce Winter, arm'd with waſteful power,
Heaves the wild deep that thunders from afar:
How ſweet to ſit in the ſequeſter'd bower,
To hear, and but to hear, the mingling war!

Ambition here diſplays no gilded toy,
That tempts on deſperate wing the ſoul to riſe;
Nor Pleaſure's paths to wilds of Woe decoy,
Nor Anguiſh lurks in Grandeur's proud diſguiſe.

Oft has Contentment chear'd this lone abode
With the mild languiſh of her ſmiling eye;
Here Health in roſy bloom has often glow'd,
While looſe-rob'd Quiet ſtood enamour'd by.

Even the ſtorm lulls to more profound repoſe;
The ſtorm theſe humble walls aſſails in vain:
The ſhrub is ſhelter'd, when the whirlwind blows,
While the oak's mighty ruin ſtrows the plain.

Blow on, ye winds! thine, Winter, be the ſkies,
And toſs th' infuriate ſurge, and vales lay waſte:
Nature thy temporary rage defies;
To her relief the gentler Seaſons haſte.

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Thron'd in her emerald car, ſee Spring appear!

(As Fancy wills the landſcape ſtarts to view)

Her emerald car the youthful Zephyrs bear,

Fanning her boſom with their pinions blue.

Around the jocund Hours are fluttering ſeen.
And lo, her rod the roſe-lip'd Power extends!
And lo, the lawns are deck'd in living green,
And Beauty's bright-ey'd train from Heaven deſcends!

Haſte, happy days, and make all Nature glad—
But will all Nature joy at your return?
O can ye chear pale Sickneſs' gloomy bed,
Or dry the tears that bathe th' untimely urn?

Will ye one tranſient ray of gladneſs dart,
Where groans the dungeon to the captive's wail?
To eaſe tir'd Diſappointment's bleeding heart,
Will all your ſtores of ſoftening balm avail?

When ſtern Oppreſſion, in his harpy-fangs,
From Want's weak graſp the laſt ſad morſel bears,
Can ye allay the dying parent's pangs,
Whoſe infant craves relief with fruitleſs tears?

For ah! thy reign, Oppreſſion, is not paſt.
Who from the ſhivering limbs the veſtment rends?
Who lays the once rejoicing village waſte,
Burſting the ties of lovers and of friends?

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But hope not, Muſe, vain-glorious as thou art,

With the weak impulſe of thy humble ſtrain,

Hope not to ſoften Pride's obdurate heart,

When ERROLL's bright example ſhines in vain.

Then ceaſe the theme. Turn, Fancy, turn thine eye,
Thy weeping eye, nor further urge thy flight;
Thy haunts, alas! no gleams of joy ſupply,
Or tranſient gleams that flaſh and ſink in night.

Yet fain the mind its anguiſh would forego.
Spread then, hiſtoric Muſe, thy pictur'd ſcroll;
Bid thy great ſcenes in all their ſplendor glow,
And rouſe to thought ſublime th' exulting ſoul.

What mingling pomps ruſh on th' enraptur'd gaze!
Lo, where the gallant navy rides the deep!
Here glittering towns their ſpiry turrets raiſe,
There bulwarks overhang the ſhaggy ſteep.

Briſtling with ſpears, and bright with burniſh'd ſhields.
Th' embattled legions ſtretch their long array;
Diſcord's red torch, as fierce ſhe ſcours the fields,
With bloody tincture ſtains the face of day.

And now the hoſts in ſilence wait the ſign:
Keen are their looks whom Liberty inſpires:
Quick as the Goddeſs darts along the line,
Each breaſt impatient burns with noble fires.

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Her form how graceful! in her lofty mien

The ſmiles of Love ſtern Wiſdom's frown controul;

Her fearleſs eye, determin'd tho' ſerene,

Speaks the great purpoſe, and th' unconquer'd ſoul.

Mark, where Ambition leads the adverſe band,
Each feature fierce and haggard, as with pain!
With menace loud he cries, while from his hand
He vainly ſtrives to wipe the crimſon ſtain.

Lo, at his call, impetuous as the ſtorms,
Headlong to deeds of death the hoſts are driven;
Hatred to madneſs wrought each face deforms,
Mounts the black whirlwind, and involves the heaven.

Now, Virtue, now thy powerful ſuccour lend,
Shield them for Liberty who dare to die—
Ah! Liberty, will none thy cauſe befriend!
Are thoſe thy ſons, thy generous ſons that fly!

Not Virtue's ſelf, when Heaven its aid denies,
Can brace the looſen'd nerves, or warm the heart;
Not Virtue's ſelf can ſtill the burſts of ſighs,
When feſters in the ſoul Misfortune's dart.

See, where by Terror and Deſpair diſmay'd
The ſcattering legions pour along the plain!
Ambition's car, in bloody ſpoils array'd,
Hews its broad way, as Vengeance guides the rein.

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But who is he, that, by yon lonely brook ^b,

With woods o'erhung, and precipices rude,

Lies all abandon'd, yet with dauntleſs look

Sees ſtreaming from his breaſt the purple flood?

Ah, Brutus! ever thine be Virtue's tear!
Lo, his dim eyes to Liberty he turns,
As ſcarce ſupported on her broken ſpear
O'er her expiring ſon the Goddeſs mourns.

Looſe to the wind her azure mantle flies,
From her diſhevell'd locks ſhe rends the plume;
No luſtre lightens in her weeping eyes,
And on her tear-ſtain'd cheek no roſes bloom.

Meanwhile the world, Ambition, owns thy ſway,
Fame's loudeſt trumpet labours with thy name;
For thee, the Muſe awakes her ſweeteſt lay,
And Flattery bids for thee her altars flame.

Nor in life's lofty buſtling ſphere alone,
The ſphere where monarchs and where heroes toil,
Sink Virtue's ſons beneath Misfortune's frown,
While Guilt's thrill'd boſom leaps at Pleaſure's ſmile.

Full oft where Solitude and Silence dwell,
Far, far remote amid the lowly plain,
Reſounds the voice of Woe from Virtue's cell,
Such is Man's doom; and Pity weeps in vain.

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Still Grief recoils—How vainly have I ſtrove

Thy power, O Melancholy, to withſtand!

Tir'd, I ſubmit; but yet, O yet remove,

Or eaſe the preſſure of thy heavy hand!

Yet for a while let the bewilder'd ſoul
Find in ſociety relief from woe;
O yield a while to Friendſhip's ſoft controul!
Some reſpite, Friendſhip, wilt thou not beſtow!

Come then, Philander, whoſe exalted mind
Looks down from far on all that charms the great;
For thou canſt bear, unſhaken and reſign'd,
The brighteſt ſmiles, the blackeſt frowns of Fate:

Come thou, whoſe love unlimited, ſincere,
Nor Faction cools, nor Injury deſtroys;
Who lend'ſt to Miſery's moan a pitying ear,
And feel'ſt with ecſtaſy another's joys:

Who know'ſt man's frailty, with a favouring eye,
And melting heart, behold'ſt a brother's fall;
Who, unenſlav'd by Faſhion's narrow tye,
With manly freedom follow'ſt Nature's call.

And bring thy Delia, ſweetly-ſmiling fair,
Whoſe ſpotleſs ſoul no rankling thoughts deform;
Her gentle accents calm each throbbing care,
And harmonize the thunder of the ſtorm.

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Tho' bleſt with wiſdom, and with wit refin'd,

She courts no homage, nor deſires to ſhine;

In her each ſentiment ſublime is join'd

To female ſoftneſs and a form divine.

Come, and diſperſe th' involving ſhadows drear;
Let chaſten'd Mirth the ſocial hours employ:
O catch the ſwift-wing'd moment while 'tis near,
On ſwifteſt wing the moment flies of joy.

Even while the careleſs diſencumber'd ſoul
Sinks all diſſolving into Pleaſure's dream,
Even then to time's tremendous verge we roll
With headlong haſte along life's ſurgy ſtream.

Can Gaiety the vaniſh'd years reſtore,
Or on the withering limbs freſh beauty ſhed,
Or ſoothe the ſad inevitable Hour,
Or Chear the dark, dark manſions of the Dead?

Still ſounds the ſolemn knell in Fancy's ear,
That call'd Eliza to the ſilent tomb:
With her how jocund roll'd the ſprightly year!
How ſhone the nymph in Beauty's brighteſt bloom!

Ah! Beauty's bloom avails not in the grave,
Youth's lofty mien, nor Age's awful grace:
Moulder alike unknown the Prince and Slave,
Whelm'd in th' enormous wreck of human race:

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The thought-fix'd portraiture, the breathing buſt,

The arch with proud memorials array'd,

The long-liv'd pyramid ſhall ſink in duſt,

To dumb Oblivion's ever-deſart ſhade.

Fancy from Joy ſtill wanders far aſtray;
Ah! Melancholy, how I feel thy power!
Long have I labour'd to elude thy ſway—
But 'tis enough; for I reſiſt no more:

The traveller thus, that o'er the midnight waſte
Thro' many a loneſome path is doom'd to roam,
'Wilder'd and weary ſits him down at laſt
For the long night, and diſtant far his home.

TO THE MOON.

BY MR. ROBERT LLOYD.

ALL hail! majeſtic Queen of Night,
Bright Cynthia! ſweeteſt Nymph, whoſe preſence brings
The penſive pleaſures, calm delight,
While Contemplation ſmooths her ruffled wings,
Which Folly's vain tumultuous joys,
Or buſineſs, care, and buzz of luſty day
Have all too ruffled.—Hence away
Stale Jeſt, and flippant Mirth, and Strife-engendering Noiſe.
[98] When Evening dons her mantle grey,
I'll wind my ſolitary way,
And hie me to ſome lonely grove
(The haunt of Fancy and of Love)
Whoſe ſocial branches, far outſpread,
Poſſeſs the mind with pleaſing dread.
While Cynthia quivers thro' the trees
That wanton with the ſummer breeze,
And the clear brook, or dimpled ſtream,
Reflects oblique her dancing beam.
How often, by thy ſilver light,
Have lovers tongues beguil'd the Night?
When forth the happy pair have ſtray'd,
The amorous ſwain and tender maid,
And as they walk'd the groves along,
Chear'd the ſtill eve with various ſong.
While every artful ſtrain confeſt
The mutual paſſion in their breaſt.
To lovers hours fly ſwift away,
And Night reluctant yields to Day.

Thrice happy Nymph, thrice happy Youth,

When Beauty is the meed of Truth!

Yet not the happy Loves alone,
Has thy celeſtial preſence known.
To thee complains the Nymph forlorn
Of broken faith, and vows forſworn;
And, the dull Swain, with folded arms,
Still muſing on his falſe one's charms,
[99] Frames many a ſonnet to her name,
(As lovers uſe to expreſs their flame)
Or pining wan with thoughtful care,
In downcaſt ſilence feeds Deſpair;
Or when the air dead ſtillneſs keeps,
And Cynthia on the water ſleeps;
Charms the dull ear of ſober night,
With love-born Muſic's ſweet delight.

Oft as thy orb performs its round,
Thou liſteneſt to the various ſound
Of Shepherds hopes and Maidens fears
(Thoſe conſcious Cynthia ſilent hears
While Echo, which ſtill loves to mock,
Bears them about from rock to rock).

But ſhift we now the penſive ſcene,
Where Cynthia ſilvers o'er the green.
Mark yonder ſpot, whoſe equal rim
Forms the green circle quaint and trim;
Hither the Fairies blithe advance,
And lightly trip in mazy dance;
Beating the panſie-paven ground
In frolic meaſures round and round;
Theſe Cynthia's Revels gaily keep,
While lazy mortals ſnore aſleep;
Whom oft they viſit in the night,
Not viſible to human ſight;
And as old prattling Wives relate,
Tho' now the faſhion's out of date,
[100] Drop ſixpence in the Houſewife's ſhoe,
And pinch the Slattern black and blue.
They fill the mind with airy ſchemes,
And bring the Ladies pleaſant dreams.

Who knows not Mab, whoſe chariot glides,
And athwart men's noſes rides?
While Oberon, blithe Fairy, trips,
And hovers o'er the ladies lips;
And when he ſteals ambroſial bliſs,
And ſoft imprints the charming kiſs,
In Dreams the nymph her ſwain purſues,
Nor thinks 'tis Oberon that wooes.

Ye ſportive Youth, and lovely Fair,
From hence, my leſſon read, beware,
While Innocence and Mirth preſide,
We care not where the Fairies glide;
And Oberon will never miſs
To greet his favourites with a kiſs;
Nor ever more ambroſia ſips,
Than when he viſits—'s lips.

When all things elſe in ſilence ſleep,
The blithſome Elfs their vigils keep,
And always hover round about,
To find our worth or frailties out.
Receive with joy theſe Elfin ſparks,
Their kiſſes leave no tell-tale marks,
But breathe freſh beauty o'er the face,
Where all is virtue, all is grace.

[101]Not only elfin fays delight
To hail the ſober Queen of Night,
But that ſweet bird, whoſe gurgling throat
Warbles the thick melodious note,
Duly as evening ſhades prevail,
Renews her ſoothing love-lorn tale.
And as the Lover penſive goes,
Chaunts out her ſymphony of woes.
Which in boon Nature's wilder tone,
Beggar all ſounds which Art has known.

But hiſt—the melancholy bird
Among the groves no more is heard;
And Cynthia pales her ſilver ray
Before th' approach of golden Day,
Which on yon mountain's miſty height
Stands tiptoe with his gladſome light.
Now the ſhrill lark in aether floats,
And carols wide her liquid notes;
While Phoebus, in his luſty pride,
His flaming beams flings far and wide.
Cynthia farewell—the penſive Muſe
No more her feeble flight purſues,
But all unwilling takes her way,
And mixes with the buzz of Day:

LOVE-ELEGIES.

BY MR. HAMMOND.

ELEGY I.

WHILE calm you ſit beneath your ſecret ſhade,
And loſe in pleaſing thought the ſummer-day,
Or tempt the wiſh of ſome unpractis'd maid,
Whoſe heart at once inclines and fears to ſtray:

The ſprightly vigour of my youth is fled,
Lonely and ſick on Death is all my thought,
O ſpare, Perſephone a, this guiltleſs head,
Love, too much Love, is all thy ſuppliant's fault.

No virgin's eaſy faith I e'er betray'd,
My tongue ne'er boaſted of a feign'd embrace,
No poiſons in the cup have I convey'd,
Nor veil'd deſtruction with a friendly face:

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No ſecret horrors gnaw this quiet breaſt,

This pious hand ne'er robb'd the ſacred fane,

I ne'er diſturb'd the Gods eternal reſt

With curſes loud,—but oft have pray'd in vain.

No ſtealth of Time has thinn'd my flowing hair,
Nor Age yet bent me with his iron hand;
Ah! why ſo ſoon the tender bloſſom tear?
E'er Autumn yet the ripen'd fruit demand.

Ye Gods, whoe'er, in gloomy ſhades below,
Now ſlowly tread your melancholy round,
Now wandering view the paleful rivers flow,
And muſing hearken to their ſolemn ſound:

O let me ſtill enjoy the chearful day,
Till many years unheeded o'er me roll'd,
Pleas'd in my age I trifle life away,
And tell how much we lov'd, e'er I grew old.

But you, who now with feſtive garlands crown'd
In chace of Pleaſure the gay moments ſpend,
By quick enjoyment heal Love's pleaſing wound,
And grieve for nothing but your abſent Friend.

ELEGY II.

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BY THE SAME.

NOW Delia breathes in woods the fragrant air,
Dull are the hearts that ſtill in town remain,
Venus herſelf attends on Delia there,
And Cupid ſports amid the ſylvan train.

O with what joy my Delia to behold,
I'd preſs the ſpade, or wield the weighty prong,
Guide the ſlow plough-ſhare thro' the ſtubborn mold,
And patient goad the loitering ox along:

The ſcorching heats I'd careleſsly deſpiſe,
Nor heed the bliſters on my tender hand;
The great Apollo wore the ſame diſguiſe,
Like me ſubdued to Love's ſupreme command.

No healing herbs could ſoothe their maſter's pain,
The art of phyſic loſt and uſeleſs lay,
To Peneus' ſtream, and Tempe's ſhady plain,
He drove his herds beneath the noon-tide ray:

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Oft with a bleating lamb in either arm,

His bluſhing Siſter ^b ſaw him pace along;

Oft would his voice the ſilent valley charm,

Till lowing oxen broke the tender ſong.

Where are his triumphs? where his warlike toil?
Where by his darts the creſted Python ſlain?
Where are his Delphi? his delightful iſle?
The God himſelf is grown a cottage ſwain.

O Ceres, in your golden fields no more
With Harveſt's chearful pomp my fair detain,—
Think what for loſt Proſerpina c you bore,
And in a mother's anguiſh feel my pain.

Our wiſer fathers left their fields unſown,
Their food was acorns, Love their ſole employ,
They met, they lik'd, they ſtay'd but till alone,
And in each valley ſnatch'd the honeſt joy.

No wakeful guard, no doors to ſtop deſire,
Thrice happy times!—but O I fondly rave,
Lead me to Delia, all her eyes inſpire
I'll do,—I'll plough or dig as Delia's ſlave.

ELEGY III.

[110]

BY THE SAME.

LET others boaſt their heaps of ſhining gold,
And view their fields with waving plenty crown'd,
Whom neighbouring foes in conſtant terror hold,
And trumpets break their ſlumbers never ſound:

While calmly poor I trifle life away,
Enjoy ſweet leiſure by my chearful fire,
No wanton hope my quiet ſhall betray,
But cheaply bleſt I'll ſcorn each vain deſire.

With timely care I'll ſow my little field,
And plant my orchard with its maſter's hand,
Nor bluſh to ſpread the hay, the hook to wield,
Or range my ſheaves along the ſunny land.

If late at duſk, while careleſsly I roam,
I meet a ſtrolling kid, or bleating lamb,
Under my arm I'll bring the wanderer home,
And not a little chide its thoughtleſs dam.

[111]

What joy to hear the tempeſt howl in vain,

And claſp a fearful miſtreſs to my breaſt?

Or lull'd to ſlumber by the beating rain,

Secure and happy ſink at laſt to reſt?

Or if the ſun in flaming Leo ride,
By ſhady rivers indolently ſtray,
And with my Delia, walking ſide by ſide,
Hear how they murmur, as they glide away.

What joy to wind along the cool retreat,
To ſtop and gaze on Delia as I go?
To mingle ſweet diſcourſe with kiſſes ſweet,
And teach my lovely ſcholar all I know?

Thus pleas'd at heart, and not with Fancy's dream,
In ſilent happineſs I reſt unknown;
Content with what I am, not what I ſeem,
I live for Delia, and myſelf alone.

Ah, fooliſh man! who thus of her poſſeſt,
Could float and wander with Ambition's wind,
And if his outward trappings ſpoke him bleſt,
Not heed the ſickneſs of his conſcious mind.

With her I ſcorn the idle breath of praiſe,
Nor truſt to happineſs that's not our own,
The ſmile of Fortune might ſuſpicion raiſe,
But here I know that I am lov'd alone.

[112]

Stanhope, in wiſdom as in wit divine,

May riſe and plead Britannia's glorious cauſe,

With ſteady rein his eager wit confine,

While manly Senſe the deep attention draws:

Let Stanhope ſpeak his liſtening country's wrong,
My humble voice ſhall pleaſe one-partial maid;
For her alone I pen my tender ſong,
Securely ſitting in his friendly ſhade.

Stanhope ſhall come, and grace his rural friend,
Delia ſhall wonder at her noble gueſt,
With bluſhing awe the riper fruit commend,
And for her huſband's patron cull the beſt.

Hers be the care of all my little train,
While I with tender indolence am bleſt,
The favourite ſubject of her gentle reign,
By Love alone diſtinguiſh'd from the reſt.

For her I'll yoke my oxen to the plough,
In gloomy foreſts tend my lonely flock,
For her a goat-herd climb the mountain's brow,
And ſleep extended on the naked rock:

Ah! what avails to preſs the ſtately bed,
And far from her 'midſt taſteleſs grandeur weep,
By marble fountains lay the penſive head,
And, while they murmur, ſtrive in vain to ſleep?

[113]

Delia alone can pleaſe, and never tire,

Exceed the paint of thought in true delight,

With her, enjoyment wakens new deſire,

And equal rapture glows thro' every night:

Beauty and Worth alike in her contend
To charm the Fancy, and to fix the mind,
In her, my wife, my miſtreſs, and my friend;
I taſte the joys of ſenſe and reaſon join'd.

On her I'll gaze, when other loves are o'er,
And dying preſs her with my clay-cold hand—
Thou weep'ſt already, as I were no more,
Nor can that gentle breaſt the thought withſtand.

O when I die, my lateſt moments ſpare,
Nor let thy grief with ſharper torments kill,
Wound not thy cheeks, nor hurt that flowing hair,
Tho' I am dead, my ſoul ſhall love thee ſtill:

O quit the room, O quit the deathful bed,
Or thou wilt die, ſo tender is thy heart,
O leave me, Delia, e'er thou ſee me dead,
Theſe weeping friends will do thy mournful part:

Let them, extended on the decent bier,
Convey the coarſe in melancholy ſtate,
Thro' all the village ſpread the tender tear,
While pitying maids our wonderous loves relate.

THE GENEALOGY OF CHRIST, AS IT IS REPRESENTED ON THE EAST WINDOW OF WINCHESTER COLL. CHAPEL,

[114]

WRITTEN AT WINTON SCHOOL BY DR. LOWTH, LORD BISHOP OF OXFORD.

AT once to raiſe our reverence and delight,
To elevate the mind, and pleaſe the ſight,
To pour in virtue at th' attentive eye,
And waft the ſoul on wings of extaſy;
For this the painter's art with nature vies,
And bids the viſionary ſaint ariſe;
Who views the ſacred forms in thought aſpires,
Catches pure zeal, and as he gazes, fires;
Feels the ſame ardour to his breaſt convey'd,
Is what he ſees, and emulates the ſhade.

Thy ſtrokes, great Artiſt, ſo ſublime appear,
They check our pleaſure with an awful fear;
While, thro' the mortal line, the God you trace,
Author himſelf, and Heir of Jeſſe's race;
In raptures we admire thy bold deſign,
And, as the ſubject, own the hand divine.
While thro' thy work the riſing day ſhall ſtream,
So long ſhall laſt thy honour, praiſe, and name.
[115] And may thy labours to the Muſe impart
Some emanation from her ſiſter art,
To animate the verſe, and bid it ſhine
In colours eaſy, bright, and ſtrong, as Thine.

Supine on earth an awful figure lies,
While ſofteſt ſlumbers ſeem to ſeal his eyes;
The hoary ſire Heaven's guardian care demands,
And at his feet the watchful angel ſtands.
The form auguſt and large, the mien divine
Betray the a founder of Meſſiah's line.
Lo! from his loins the promis'd ſtem aſcends,
And high to Heaven its ſacred Boughs extends:
Each limb productive of ſome hero ſprings,
And blooms luxuriant with a race of kings.
Th' eternal plant wide ſpreads its arms around,
And with the mighty Branch the myſtic top is crown'd.

And lo! the glories of th' illuſtrious line
At their firſt dawn with ripen'd ſplendors ſhine,
In DAVID all expreſs'd; the good, the great,
The king, the hero, and the man complete.
Serene he fits, and ſweeps the golden lyre,
And blends the prophet's with the poet's fire.
See! with what art he ſtrikes the vocal ſtrings,
The God, his theme, inſpiring what he ſings!
Hark,—or our ears delude us—from his tongue
Sweet flows, or ſeems to flow, ſome heavenly ſong.
O! could thine art arreſt the fleeting ſound,
And paint the voice in magic numbers bound;
[116] Could the warm ſun, as erſt when Memnon play'd,
Wake with his riſing beam the vocal ſhade:
Then might he draw th' attentive angels down,
Bending to hear the lay, ſo ſweet, ſo like their own.
On either ſide the monarch's offspring ſhine,
And ſome adorn, and ſome diſgrace their line.
Here Ammon glories; proud, inceſtuous lord!
This hand ſuſtains the robe, and that the ſword.
Frowning and fierce, with haughty ſtrides he towers,
And on his horrid brow defiance low'rs.
There Abſalom the raviſh'd ſceptre ſways,
And his ſtol'n honour all his ſhame diſplays:
The baſe uſurper Youth! who joins in one
The rebel ſubject, and th' ungrateful ſon.

Amid the royal race, ſee Nathan ſtand:
Fervent he ſeems to ſpeak, and lift his hand;
His looks th' emotion of his ſoul diſcloſe,
And eloquence from every geſture flows.
Such, and ſo ſtern he came, ordain'd to bring
Th' ungrateful mandate to the guilty King:
When, at his dreadful voice, a ſudden ſmart
Shot thro' the trembling monarch's conſcious heart;
From his own lips condemn'd; ſevere decree!
Had his God prov'd ſo ſtern a Judge as He.
But man with frailty is ally'd by birth;
Conſummate purity ne'er dwelt on earth:
Thro' all the ſoul tho' virtue holds the rein,
Beats at the heart, and ſprings at every vein:
Yet ever from the cleareſt ſource have ran
Some groſs allay, ſome tincture of the man.

[117]But who is he—deep muſing—in his mind,
He ſeems to weigh in Reaſon's ſcales, Mankind;
Fix'd Contemplation hold his ſteady eyes—
I know the Sage b; the wiſeſt of the wiſe.
Bleſt with all man could wiſh, or prince obtain,
Yet his great heart pronounc'd thoſe bleſſings vain.
And lo! bright glittering in his ſacred hands,
In miniature the glorious temple ſtands.
Effulgent frame! ſtupendous to behold!
Gold the ſtrong valves, the roof of burniſh'd gold.
The wandering ark, in that bright dome inſhrin'd,
Spreads the ſtrong light, eternal, unconfin'd!
Above th' unutterable glory plays
Preſence divine! and the full-ſtreaming rays
Pour thro' reluctant crowds intolerable blaze.

But ſtern Oppreſſion rends Reboam's reign;
See the gay prince, injurious, proud, and vain!
Th' imperial ſceptre totters in his hand,
And proud Rebellion triumphs in the land.
Curs'd with Corruption's ever-fruitful ſpring,
A beardleſs Senate, and a haughty King.

There Aſa, good and great, the ſceptre bears,
Juſtice attends his peace, ſucceſs his wars:
While Virtue was his ſword, and Heaven his ſhield,
Without controul the warrior ſwept the field;
Loaded with ſpoils, triumphant he return'd,
And half her ſwarthy ſons ſad Ethiopia mourn'd.
[118] But ſince thy flagging piety decay'd,
And barter'd God's defence for human aid;
See their fair laurels wither on thy brow,
Nor herbs, nor healthful arts avail thee now,
Nor is Heaven chang'd, apoſtate prince, but Thou.
No mean atonement does this lapſe require;
But ſee the Son, you muſt forgive the Sire:
He, c the juſt prince—with every virtue bleſt,
He reign'd, and goodneſs all the man poſſeſt,
Around his throne, fair happineſs and peace
Smooth'd every brow, and ſmil'd in every face.
As when along the burning waſte he ſtray'd,
Where no pure ſtreams in bubbling mazes play'd,
Where drought incumbent on the thirſty ground,
Long ſince had breath'd her ſcorching blaſts around;
The d prophet calls, th' obedient floods repair
To the parch'd fields, for Joſaphat was there.
The new-ſprung waves, in many a gurgling vein,
Trickle luxurious thro' the ſucking plain;
Freſh honours the reviving fields adorn,
And o'er the deſart Plenty pours her horn.
So, from the throne his influence he ſheds,
And bids the Virtues raiſe their languid heads:
Where'er he goes, attending Truth prevails,
Oppreſſion flies, and Juſtice lifts her ſcales.
See, on his arm, the royal eagle ſtand,
Great type of conqueſt and ſupreme command;
[119] Th' exulting bird diſtinguiſh'd triumph brings,
And greets the Monarch with expanded wings.
Fierce Moab's ſons prevent th' impending blow,
Ruſh on themſelves, and ſall without the foe.
The pious Hero vanquiſh'd Heaven by prayer;
His faith an army, and his vows a war.
Thee too, Ozias, fates indulgent bleſt,
And thy days ſhone, in faireſt actions dreſt;
Till that raſh hand; by ſome blind frenzy ſway'd,
Unclean, the ſacred office durſt invade.
Quick o'er thy limbs the ſurfy venom ran,
And hoary filth beſprinkled all the man.

Tranſmiſſive worth adorns the pious e Son,
The father's virtues with the father's throne.
Lo! there he ſtands: he who the rage ſubdued
Of Ammon's ſons, and drench'd his ſword in blood,
And doſt thou, Ahaz, Judah's ſcourge, diſgrace,
With thy baſe front, the glories of thy race?
See the vile King his iron ſceptre bear—
His only praiſe attends the pious f Heir;
He, in whoſe ſoul the virtues all conſpire,
The beſt good ſon, from the moſt wicked ſire.
And lo! in Hezekiah's golden reign,
Long-exil'd Piety returns again;
Again, in genuine purity ſhe ſhines,
And with her preſence gilds the long-neglected ſhrines.
Ill-ſtarr'd does proud Aſſyria's impious g Lord
Bid Heaven to arms, and vaunt his dreadful ſword;
[120] His own vain threats th' inſulting King o'erthrow,
But breathe new Courage on the generous foe,
Th' avenging Angel, by divine command,
The fiery ſword full-blazing in his hand,
Leant down from Heaven: amid the ſtorm he rode,
March'd Peſtilence before him; as he trod,
Pale Deſolation bath'd his ſteps in blood.
Thick wrapt in night, thro' the proud hoſt he paſt,
Diſpenſing death, and drove the furious blaſt;
Nor bade Deſtruction give her revels o'er,
Till the gorg'd ſword was drunk with human gore.
But what avails thee, pious Prince, in vain
Thy ſceptre reſcued, and th' Aſſyrian ſlain?
Ev'n now the ſoul maintains her lateſt ſtrife,
And Death's chill graſp congeals the found of life.
Yet ſee, kind Heaven renews thy brittle thread,
And rolls full fifteen ſummers o'er thy head;
Lo! the receding ſun repeats his way,
And, like thy life, prolongs the falling day.
Tho' Nature her inverted courſe forego,
The day forget to reſt, the time to flow,
Yet ſhall Jehovah's ſervants ſtand ſecure,
His mercy fix'd, eternal ſhall endure;
On them her ever-healing rays ſhall ſhine;
More mild, and bright, and ſure, O ſun! than thine.

At length, the long-expected Prince behold,
The laſt good King; in ancient days foretold,
When Bethel's altar ſpoke his future fame,
Rent to its baſe, at good Joſiah's name.
[121] Bleſt, happy prince! o'er whoſe lamented urn,
In plaintive ſong, all Judah's daughters mourn;
For whom ſad Sion's ſofteſt Sorrow flows,
And Jeremiah pou500 Internal Server ErrorInternal Server Errornet.sf.saxon.s9api.SaxonApiException: I/O error reported by XML parser processing char:punc

            java.lang.RuntimeException: net.sf.saxon.s9api.SaxonApiException: I/O error reported by XML parser processing char:punc
	at com.google.common.base.Throwables.propagate(Throwables.java:234)
	at info.textgrid.services.aggregator.html.HTMLWriter.write(HTMLWriter.java:302)
	at org.apache.cxf.jaxrs.provider.BinaryDataProvider.writeTo(BinaryDataProvider.java:176)
	at org.apache.cxf.jaxrs.utils.JAXRSUtils.writeMessageBody(JAXRSUtils.java:1651)
	at org.apache.cxf.jaxrs.interceptor.JAXRSOutInterceptor.serializeMessage(JAXRSOutInterceptor.java:249)
	at org.apache.cxf.jaxrs.interceptor.JAXRSOutInterceptor.processResponse(JAXRSOutInterceptor.java:122)
	at org.apache.cxf.jaxrs.interceptor.JAXRSOutInterceptor.handleMessage(JAXRSOutInterceptor.java:84)
	at org.apache.cxf.phase.PhaseInterceptorChain.doIntercept(PhaseInterceptorChain.java:307)
	at org.apache.cxf.interceptor.OutgoingChainInterceptor.handleMessage(OutgoingChainInterceptor.java:90)
	at org.apache.cxf.phase.PhaseInterceptorChain.doIntercept(PhaseInterceptorChain.java:307)
	at org.apache.cxf.transport.ChainInitiationObserver.onMessage(ChainInitiationObserver.java:121)
	at org.apache.cxf.transport.http.AbstractHTTPDestination.invoke(AbstractHTTPDestination.java:267)
	at org.apache.cxf.transport.servlet.ServletController.invokeDestination(ServletController.java:233)
	at org.apache.cxf.transport.servlet.ServletController.invoke(ServletController.java:207)
	at org.apache.cxf.transport.servlet.ServletController.invoke(ServletController.java:159)
	at org.apache.cxf.transport.servlet.CXFNonSpringServlet.invoke(CXFNonSpringServlet.java:224)
	at org.apache.cxf.transport.servlet.AbstractHTTPServlet.handleRequest(AbstractHTTPServlet.java:312)
	at org.apache.cxf.transport.servlet.AbstractHTTPServlet.doGet(AbstractHTTPServlet.java:222)
	at jakarta.servlet.http.HttpServlet.service(HttpServlet.java:564)
	at org.apache.cxf.transport.servlet.AbstractHTTPServlet.service(AbstractHTTPServlet.java:279)
	at org.apache.catalina.core.ApplicationFilterChain.internalDoFilter(ApplicationFilterChain.java:193)
	at org.apache.catalina.core.ApplicationFilterChain.doFilter(ApplicationFilterChain.java:138)
	at org.apache.tomcat.websocket.server.WsFilter.doFilter(WsFilter.java:51)
	at org.apache.catalina.core.ApplicationFilterChain.internalDoFilter(ApplicationFilterChain.java:162)
	at org.apache.catalina.core.ApplicationFilterChain.doFilter(ApplicationFilterChain.java:138)
	at org.apache.catalina.core.StandardWrapperValve.invoke(StandardWrapperValve.java:165)
	at org.apache.catalina.core.StandardContextValve.invoke(StandardContextValve.java:88)
	at org.apache.catalina.authenticator.AuthenticatorBase.invoke(AuthenticatorBase.java:482)
	at org.apache.catalina.core.StandardHostValve.invoke(StandardHostValve.java:113)
	at org.apache.catalina.valves.ErrorReportValve.invoke(ErrorReportValve.java:83)
	at org.apache.catalina.core.StandardEngineValve.invoke(StandardEngineValve.java:72)
	at org.apache.catalina.connector.CoyoteAdapter.service(CoyoteAdapter.java:342)
	at org.apache.coyote.http11.Http11Processor.service(Http11Processor.java:399)
	at org.apache.coyote.AbstractProcessorLight.process(AbstractProcessorLight.java:63)
	at org.apache.coyote.AbstractProtocol$ConnectionHandler.process(AbstractProtocol.java:903)
	at org.apache.tomcat.util.net.NioEndpoint$SocketProcessor.doRun(NioEndpoint.java:1774)
	at org.apache.tomcat.util.net.SocketProcessorBase.run(SocketProcessorBase.java:52)
	at org.apache.tomcat.util.threads.ThreadPoolExecutor.runWorker(ThreadPoolExecutor.java:973)
	at org.apache.tomcat.util.threads.ThreadPoolExecutor$Worker.run(ThreadPoolExecutor.java:491)
	at org.apache.tomcat.util.threads.TaskThread$WrappingRunnable.run(TaskThread.java:63)
	at java.base/java.lang.Thread.run(Thread.java:840)
Caused by: net.sf.saxon.s9api.SaxonApiException: I/O error reported by XML parser processing char:punc
	at net.sf.saxon.s9api.XsltTransformer.transform(XsltTransformer.java:371)
	at info.textgrid.services.aggregator.html.HTMLWriter.write(HTMLWriter.java:296)
	... 39 more
Caused by: net.sf.saxon.trans.XPathException: I/O error reported by XML parser processing char:punc
	at net.sf.saxon.resource.ActiveSAXSource.deliver(ActiveSAXSource.java:245)
	at net.sf.saxon.event.Sender.send(Sender.java:104)
	at net.sf.saxon.functions.DocumentFn.makeDoc(DocumentFn.java:309)
	at net.sf.saxon.functions.DocumentFn$DocumentMappingFunction.mapItem(DocumentFn.java:159)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.ItemMappingIterator.next(ItemMappingIterator.java:161)
	at net.sf.saxon.om.SequenceTool.supply(SequenceTool.java:153)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.sort.DocumentOrderIterator.<init>(DocumentOrderIterator.java:41)
	at net.sf.saxon.functions.DocumentFn.call(DocumentFn.java:130)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.SystemFunctionCall$SystemFunctionCallElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPull$1(SystemFunctionCall.java:608)
	at net.sf.saxon.value.SingletonClosure.asItem(SingletonClosure.java:105)
	at net.sf.saxon.value.SingletonClosure.head(SingletonClosure.java:89)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.LocalVariableReference$LocalVariableReferenceElaborator.lambda$elaborateForItem$2(LocalVariableReference.java:245)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.SimpleStepExpression$SimpleStepExprElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPull$0(SimpleStepExpression.java:184)
	at net.sf.saxon.functions.Exists$ExistsFnElaborator.lambda$elaborateForBoolean$0(Exists.java:111)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.Choose$ChooseExprElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$10(Choose.java:1177)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.Block$BlockElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$4(Block.java:895)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.FixedElement$FixedElementElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$0(FixedElement.java:641)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.LetExpression$LetExprElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$6(LetExpression.java:942)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.ComponentTracer$ComponentTracerElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$2(ComponentTracer.java:348)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TemplateRule.applyLeavingTail(TemplateRule.java:376)
	at net.sf.saxon.trans.Mode.handleRuleNotNull(Mode.java:587)
	at net.sf.saxon.trans.Mode.applyTemplates(Mode.java:521)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.ApplyTemplates$ApplyTemplatesElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$1(ApplyTemplates.java:655)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.Choose$ChooseExprElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$11(Choose.java:1183)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.Block$BlockElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$2(Block.java:867)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.ComputedElement$ComputedElementElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$1(ComputedElement.java:655)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.ComponentTracer$ComponentTracerElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$2(ComponentTracer.java:348)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TemplateRule.applyLeavingTail(TemplateRule.java:376)
	at net.sf.saxon.trans.Mode.handleRuleNotNull(Mode.java:587)
	at net.sf.saxon.trans.Mode.applyTemplates(Mode.java:521)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.ApplyTemplates$ApplyTemplatesElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$1(ApplyTemplates.java:655)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.Block$BlockElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$2(Block.java:867)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.FixedElement$FixedElementElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$0(FixedElement.java:641)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.Choose$ChooseExprElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$11(Choose.java:1183)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.ComponentTracer$ComponentTracerElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$2(ComponentTracer.java:348)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TemplateRule.applyLeavingTail(TemplateRule.java:376)
	at net.sf.saxon.trans.Mode.handleRuleNotNull(Mode.java:587)
	at net.sf.saxon.trans.Mode.applyTemplates(Mode.java:521)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.ApplyTemplates$ApplyTemplatesElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$1(ApplyTemplates.java:655)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.Block$BlockElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$2(Block.java:864)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.Choose$ChooseExprElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$13(Choose.java:1198)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.LetExpression$LetExprElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$6(LetExpression.java:942)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.Block$BlockElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$2(Block.java:867)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.ComponentTracer$ComponentTracerElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$2(ComponentTracer.java:348)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.NamedTemplate.expand(NamedTemplate.java:247)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.CallTemplate$CallTemplateElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$1(CallTemplate.java:633)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.Block$BlockElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(Block.java:885)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.ComputedElement$ComputedElementElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$1(ComputedElement.java:655)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.Choose$ChooseExprElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$11(Choose.java:1183)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.Block$BlockElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$2(Block.java:867)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.ComponentTracer$ComponentTracerElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$2(ComponentTracer.java:348)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.NamedTemplate.expand(NamedTemplate.java:247)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.CallTemplate$CallTemplatePackage.processLeavingTail(CallTemplate.java:515)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.Expression.dispatchTailCall(Expression.java:976)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.Choose$ChooseExprElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$14(Choose.java:1205)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.LetExpression$LetExprElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$6(LetExpression.java:942)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.ComponentTracer$ComponentTracerElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$2(ComponentTracer.java:348)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TemplateRule.applyLeavingTail(TemplateRule.java:376)
	at net.sf.saxon.trans.Mode.handleRuleNotNull(Mode.java:587)
	at net.sf.saxon.trans.Mode.applyTemplates(Mode.java:521)
	at net.sf.saxon.trans.rules.TextOnlyCopyRuleSet.process(TextOnlyCopyRuleSet.java:72)
	at net.sf.saxon.trans.Mode.applyTemplates(Mode.java:518)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.ApplyTemplates$ApplyTemplatesElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$1(ApplyTemplates.java:655)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.Block$BlockElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$2(Block.java:867)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.Choose$ChooseExprElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$12(Choose.java:1190)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.Block$BlockElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(Block.java:879)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.ComponentTracer$ComponentTracerElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$2(ComponentTracer.java:348)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.NamedTemplate.expand(NamedTemplate.java:247)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.CallTemplate$CallTemplateElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$1(CallTemplate.java:633)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.Block$BlockElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$4(Block.java:895)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.FixedElement$FixedElementElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$0(FixedElement.java:641)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.Block$BlockElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$1(Block.java:853)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.Block$BlockElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$1(Block.java:853)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.FixedElement$FixedElementElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$0(FixedElement.java:641)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.Block$BlockElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$4(Block.java:895)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.ComponentTracer$ComponentTracerElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$2(ComponentTracer.java:348)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TemplateRule.applyLeavingTail(TemplateRule.java:376)
	at net.sf.saxon.trans.Mode.handleRuleNotNull(Mode.java:587)
	at net.sf.saxon.trans.Mode.applyTemplates(Mode.java:521)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.ApplyTemplates$ApplyTemplatesPackage.processLeavingTail(ApplyTemplates.java:553)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.Expression.dispatchTailCall(Expression.java:976)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.Block$BlockElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$1(Block.java:853)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.Choose$ChooseExprElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$14(Choose.java:1205)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.ComponentTracer$ComponentTracerElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$2(ComponentTracer.java:348)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.NamedTemplate.expand(NamedTemplate.java:247)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.CallTemplate$CallTemplatePackage.processLeavingTail(CallTemplate.java:515)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.Expression.dispatchTailCall(Expression.java:976)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.ComponentTracer$ComponentTracerElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$2(ComponentTracer.java:348)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TemplateRule.applyLeavingTail(TemplateRule.java:376)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.NextMatch$NextMatchPackage.processLeavingTail(NextMatch.java:171)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.Expression.dispatchTailCall(Expression.java:976)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.Choose$ChooseExprElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$11(Choose.java:1183)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.ComponentTracer$ComponentTracerElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$2(ComponentTracer.java:348)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TemplateRule.applyLeavingTail(TemplateRule.java:376)
	at net.sf.saxon.trans.Mode.handleRuleNotNull(Mode.java:587)
	at net.sf.saxon.trans.Mode.applyTemplates(Mode.java:521)
	at net.sf.saxon.trans.XsltController.applyTemplates(XsltController.java:684)
	at net.sf.saxon.s9api.AbstractXsltTransformer.applyTemplatesToSource(AbstractXsltTransformer.java:431)
	at net.sf.saxon.s9api.XsltTransformer.transform(XsltTransformer.java:359)
	... 40 more
Caused by: java.net.MalformedURLException: unknown protocol: char
	at java.base/java.net.URL.<init>(URL.java:681)
	at java.base/java.net.URL.<init>(URL.java:569)
	at java.base/java.net.URL.<init>(URL.java:516)
	at java.xml/com.sun.org.apache.xerces.internal.impl.XMLEntityManager.setupCurrentEntity(XMLEntityManager.java:650)
	at java.xml/com.sun.org.apache.xerces.internal.impl.XMLVersionDetector.determineDocVersion(XMLVersionDetector.java:150)
	at java.xml/com.sun.org.apache.xerces.internal.parsers.XML11Configuration.parse(XML11Configuration.java:861)
	at java.xml/com.sun.org.apache.xerces.internal.parsers.XML11Configuration.parse(XML11Configuration.java:825)
	at java.xml/com.sun.org.apache.xerces.internal.parsers.XMLParser.parse(XMLParser.java:141)
	at java.xml/com.sun.org.apache.xerces.internal.parsers.AbstractSAXParser.parse(AbstractSAXParser.java:1224)
	at java.xml/com.sun.org.apache.xerces.internal.jaxp.SAXParserImpl$JAXPSAXParser.parse(SAXParserImpl.java:637)
	at net.sf.saxon.resource.ActiveSAXSource.deliver(ActiveSAXSource.java:192)
	... 179 more

            
        

THE VALETUDINARIAN. AN ODE.

THE ROYAL VOYAGE.

ODE ON DEATH. WRITTEN IN FRENCH BY HIS MAJESTY THE KING OF PRUSSIA.

INSCRIPTION UPON A MONUMENT.

TO A LADY SITTING FOR HER PICTURE.

ELEGY. ON THE DEATH OF A YOUNG LADY.

THE ACADEMIC.
WRITTEN APRIL M.DCC.LV^*.

AMABELLA^b.
WRITTEN BY THE DESIRE OF MRS. MONTAGU.

A SPOUSAL HYMN. ADDRESSED TO HIS MAJESTY ON HIS MARRIAGE.

SONNET. FOR THE ROOT-HOUSE AT WREST.

SONNET. TO MISS H. M.

SONNET. TO W. HEBERDEN, M. D.

SONNET. TO MR. J. PAICE.

SONNET. TO THE SAME.

SONNET. TO —.

SONNET.

SONNET. TO MATTHEW BARNARD^b.

ON MR. NASH's PICTURE AT FULL LENGTH BETWEEN THE BUSTS OF SIR ISAAC NEWTON AND MR. POPE, AT BATH.

ON THE D—SS OF R—D.

ARNO's VALE. A SONG.

BRITAIN'S ISLE.
ON THE DEATH OF FREDERIC, PRINCE OF WALES.

ODE TO MORNING.

TO A LADY, WITH A PAIR OF GLOVES, ON VALENTINE'S DAY.

KIMBOLTON PARK.

RETIREMENT. AN ODE.

THE TRIUMPH OF MELANCHOLY.

ELEGY. OCCASIONED BY THE DEATH OF A LADY.

ABSENCE. A PASTORAL BALLAD.

ODE TO HEALTH.

ODE.

ODE TO FRIENDSHIP.

TO THE MOON.

A BALLAD.

A BALLAD.

LOVE-ELEGIES.

ELEGY I.

ELEGY II.

ELEGY III.

THE GENEALOGY OF CHRIST, AS IT IS REPRESENTED ON THE EAST WINDOW OF WINCHESTER COLL. CHAPEL,

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THE VALETUDINARIAN. AN ODE.

THE ROYAL VOYAGE.

ODE ON DEATH. WRITTEN IN FRENCH BY HIS MAJESTY THE KING OF PRUSSIA.

INSCRIPTION UPON A MONUMENT.

TO A LADY SITTING FOR HER PICTURE.

ELEGY. ON THE DEATH OF A YOUNG LADY.

THE ACADEMIC.WRITTEN APRIL M.DCC.LV*.

AMABELLAb.WRITTEN BY THE DESIRE OF MRS. MONTAGU.

A SPOUSAL HYMN. ADDRESSED TO HIS MAJESTY ON HIS MARRIAGE.

SONNET. FOR THE ROOT-HOUSE AT WREST.

SONNET. TO MISS H. M.

SONNET. TO W. HEBERDEN, M. D.

SONNET. TO MR. J. PAICE.

SONNET. TO THE SAME.

SONNET. TO —.

SONNET.

SONNET. TO MATTHEW BARNARDb.

ON MR. NASH's PICTURE AT FULL LENGTH BETWEEN THE BUSTS OF SIR ISAAC NEWTON AND MR. POPE, AT BATH.

ON THE D—SS OF R—D.

ARNO's VALE. A SONG.

BRITAIN'S ISLE.ON THE DEATH OF FREDERIC, PRINCE OF WALES.

ODE TO MORNING.

TO A LADY, WITH A PAIR OF GLOVES, ON VALENTINE'S DAY.

KIMBOLTON PARK.

RETIREMENT. AN ODE.

THE TRIUMPH OF MELANCHOLY.

ELEGY. OCCASIONED BY THE DEATH OF A LADY.

ABSENCE. A PASTORAL BALLAD.

ODE TO HEALTH.

ODE.

ODE TO FRIENDSHIP.

TO THE MOON.

A BALLAD.

A BALLAD.

LOVE-ELEGIES.

ELEGY I.

ELEGY II.

ELEGY III.

THE GENEALOGY OF CHRIST, AS IT IS REPRESENTED ON THE EAST WINDOW OF WINCHESTER COLL. CHAPEL,

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THE ACADEMIC.
WRITTEN APRIL M.DCC.LV^*.

AMABELLA^b.
WRITTEN BY THE DESIRE OF MRS. MONTAGU.

SONNET. TO MATTHEW BARNARD^b.

BRITAIN'S ISLE.
ON THE DEATH OF FREDERIC, PRINCE OF WALES.