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Still pouring forth executive desire,
ODE XI. As bright, as brisk, and lasting, as the vestal
ON TAKING A BACHELOR'S fire.
Exegi monumentum ære perennius, &c.
Who magnitude of mind not body boast. 'Tis done: I tow'r to that degree,
And catch such heav'nly tire,
Nor is King'schapel higher':-
The shape so tender, look so meek- If no rude mice with envious rage The breasts made to be press'd, not to be The buttery books devour. crush'd
A title3 too with adıled grace, Then turn to me,-turn with obliging eyes,
My name shall now attend, Nor lunger Nature's works, in miniature, de. Till to the church with silent pace spise.
A nymph and priest ascend4.
Evin in the schools I now rejoice,
Where late I shook with fear,
Loud thundering in my ears.
Or where Cam's scanty waters flow?, Where I defy, and challenge, all thy utmost Releas'd from lectures, stray. love.
Meanwhile, friend Banks", my merits claimi
Their jusi reward from you,
When once that fame's our duel,
Invest me with a graduate's gown,
Midst shouts of all beholders,
And deck with bood my shoulders.
A MORNING PIECE,
OR AN HYMN FOR THE HAY-MAKERS. Tho' pillows lash the sounding shore,
Quinetiam Gallum noctem explaudentibus alis Tho' darkness shou'd invest the skies,
Aurorain clarâ consuetum voce vocare, LUCRET. New day shall beam from Nancy's eyes,
Brisk Chanticleer his matins had begun,
And broke the silence of the night.
And thrice he call'd aloud the tarıly Sun, Let but those lips their sweets disclose,
And thrice he hail'd the dawn's ambiguous And rich perfumes exhale, We shall not want the fragrant rose,
Back to their graves the fear-begotten phantoms Nor miss the southern gale. Then loosely to the winds unfold, Those radiant locks of burnish'd gold,
' Regali situ pyramidum altius. Or on thy bosom let them rove;
Quod non innumerabilis His treasure-house there Cupid keeps,
Annoruin series, &c. And hoards up, in two snowy heaps,
3 Bachelor. His stores of choicest love.
Scaridet cum tacitê virgine pontifex.
Æulian carmen ad Italos
Qua pauper aquæ Daunus, &c. Increase with the increasing days,
8 A celebratel taylor. And present joys exceed the past;
Sume superbiai To give and to receive delight,
Lauro cinge volens- comam.
Strong Labour got up. With his pipe in his
He stoutly strode over the dale, (mouth, He lent new perfumes to the breath of the
On his back hung his wallet and fail. Behind him came Health from her cottage of
Now the rural graces three
In her cleanly home-spun vest.
The warning peal bave giv'n; And pious Gratitude resounds
Her morning hymn to Heav'n.
All alive o'er the lawn,
The little lambkins play,
Come, my mates, let us work,
And all hands to the fork, While the Sun shines, our hay-cocks to make,
So finc is the day,
And so fragrant the hay,
In the middle of the ring,
From the leathern bottle swill.
Glitter 'mongst th’entangled trees,
And court'sy to the courting breeze,
Could I thee to these meads decoy,
On a bank of fragrant thyme,
Or satiate with Nature's random scenes,
Where taste and elegance command
Our voices let's raise
In Phæbus's praise, Inspird hy so glorious a theme,
Our musical words
Shall be join'd by the birds, And we'll dance to the tune of the stream.
From the Sun and from the show'r,
ODE XIV. Dicetur meritâ nox quoque næniá. Hon. 'Twas when bright Cynthia with her silver car,
Soft stealing from Endymion's bed,
Had callid forth ev'ry glitring star, And up th'ascent of Heav'n her brilliant host had
BEING THE BIRTH-DAY OF A BEAUTIFUL YOUNG LADY
Night with all her negro train,
Heav'ns! how you glide!-her neck-her chest
Does she move, or does she rest?
As those roguish eyes advance,
Let me catch their side-long glance,
Soon-or they'll clude my sight,
Quick as lightning, and as bright.
The gazer's eye, and still retreats,
Veil'd behind the azure skreen.
Like the ever-toying dove,
Smile immensity of love;
Be Venus in each outward part,
And wear the vestal in your heart.
When I ask a kiss, or so
And let each rose that decks your face
Blush assent to my embrace.
ON THE FIFTH OF DECEMBER,
Hall, eldest of the monthly train,
December, in whose iron reign
Expires the chequerd year. And rapp'd at fair Ele'nor's door;
Hush all the blust'ring blasts that blow, He laid aside virtue that night,
And proudly plum'd in silver snow,
Smile gladly on this blest of days.
With more than summer rays,
Tho' jocund June may justly boast
Long days and happy hours,
Tho' August be Pomona's host,
And May be crown'd with flow'rs;
Tell June, his fire and crimson dies, Love, with undistinguish'd Aame,
By Harriot's blush and Harriot's eyes,
Eclips'd and vanquish'd, fade away: I bor'd each fair, each witty dame.
Tell August, thou canst let him sce My heart the belle-assembly gain'd,
A richer, riper fruit than he,
A sweeter flow'r than May.
ODE FOR MUSIC
ON SAINT CECILIA'S DAY.
Hanc Vos, Pierides festis cantate calendis, In a tbird I lov'd a face;
Et testudineâ, Phæbe superbe, lyrå
Hoc solenne sacrum multos celebretur in annos, But you in ev'ry feature shine Universally divine.
Dignior est vestro nulla puella choro.
The author of the following piece has been Thus is silver Cynthia seen,
told, that the writing an ode on St. Cecilia's Day, Glistening o'er the glassy green,
" Miss Harriot Pratt of Downham, in Norfolk, While attracted swell the waves,
to whom our author was long and unsuccessfully Emerging from their inmost cares.
attached, and who was the subject also of the
Cramb. Ballad, and other verses in this collecWhen to sweet sounds your steps you suit,
tion, c. Ani Feare the mainuet to the lute,
fter Mr. Dryden and Mr. Pope, would be great
ness and purity of Horace. Dryden's is certainly a presumption, which is the reason he detains the the more elevated performance of the two, but eader in this place to make an apology, much by no means so much so as people in general will against his will, be having all due contempt for have it. There are few that will allow any sort the impertinence of prefaces. In the first place of comparison to be made between them. This then, it will be a little hard (he thinks) if he is in some measure owing to that prevailing but should be particularly mark'd out for censure, absurd custom which has obtained from Horace's many others having written on the same subject time even to this day, viz. of preferring authors without any such imputations; but they, (it may to the bays by seniority. Had Mr. Pope written be) did not live long enough to be laughed at, or,
first, the mob, that judge by this role, would by some lucky means or other, escaped those have given him the preference; and the rather, shrewd remarks, which, it seems, are reserved because in this piece he does not deserve it. for him. In the second place, this subject was It would not be right to conclude, without not his choice, but imposed upon him by a gen- taking notice of a fine subject for an ode on St. tleman very eminent in the science of music, for Cecilia's Day, which was suggested to the author whom he has a great friendship, and who is, by by his friend the learned and ingenious Mr. his good sense and humanity, as much elevated Comber, late of Jesus College in this university; abyve the generality of mankind, as by his ex- that is David's playing to king Saul when he was quisite art he is above most of his profession. troubled with the evil spirit
. He was much The request of a friepd, undoubtedly, will be pleased with the hint at first, but at length was sneered at by some as a stale and antiquated apo- deterred from improving it by the greatness of logy : it is a very good one notwithstanding, the subject, and he thinks not without reason. which, is manifest even from it's triteness; for it
The chusing too high subjects has been the ruin can never be imagined, that so many excellent of many a tolerable genius. There is a good authors, as well as bad ones, would have rule which Fresnoy prescribes to the painters; made use of it, bad they not been convinced of which is likewise applicable to the poets. it's cogency.
As for the writer of this piece, he will rejoice in being derided, not only for oblig- Supremam in tabulis lucem captare dici ing his friends, but any honest man whatsoever,
Insanus labor artificum ; cum attingere tanso far as may be in the power of a person of bis
(lucem; mean abilities. He does not pretend to equal Non pigmenta queant: auream sed Vespere the very worst parts of the two celebrated per
Seu modicum mane albentein; sive ætheris
actam formances already extant on the subject; which acknowledgment alone will, with the good-na
Post hvemen nimbis transfuso sole caducam; tured and judicious, acquit him of presuniption;
Seu nebulis sultam accipient, tonitruque rubecause these pieces, however excellent upon
bentem. the whole, are not without their blemishes. There is in them both an exact unity of design,
THE ARGUMENT. which though in compositions of another nature
Stanza I, II. Invocation of men and angels to a beauty, is an impropriety in the Pindaric,
join in the praise of S. Cecilia. The divine which should consist in the vehemence of sud
origin of music. Stanza IIT. Art of music, den and unlook'd for transitions: hence chicfly
or it's miraculous power over the brute and init derives that enthusiastic fire and wildness,
animate creation exemplified in Waller, and which, greatly distinguish it from other species
Stanza IV, V, in Arion. Stanza VI. the na. of poesy. In the first stanza of Dryden' and in
ture of music, or it's power over the passions. the fifth of Pope?, there is an air, which is so
Instances of this in it's exciting pity. Stanza far from being adapted to the majesty of an ode,
VII. In promoting courage and military vir. that it would make no considerable figure in a
Stanza VIII. Excellency of church muballad. And lastly, they both conclude with a
sic. Air to the memory of Mr. Purcell. turn which has something too epigramınatical in
Praise of the crgan and it's inventress Saint it. Bating these trifles, they are incomparably
Cecilia, beautiful and great ; neither is there to be found two more finish'd pieces of lyric poetry in our
1. language, L'Allegro and Il Penseroso of Milton excepted, which are the finest in any. Dryden's
From your lyre-enchanted tow'rs, is the more sublime and magnificent; but Pope's
Ye musically mystic pow'rs, is the more elegant and correct; Dryden has the Ye, that inform the luneful spheres, tire and spirit of Pindar, and Pope has the terse
Inaudible to mortal ears,
While each orb in ether swims
Accordant to th' inspiring hymns;
3 It seems to have been otherwise in Homer'stime: None but the brave deserve the fair. Την γαρ αιοδήν μαλλον επικλειασ' ανθρωποι
“Ητις ακουντεσσι νεωτατη αμφιτιληται.
Homer Odyss. a.
And Pindar would have it otherwise in bis,
αινει γε Παλαιον With Styx nine times round her.
μεν οίνον, ανθεα δ' υμνων Yet Music and Love were victorious.
Hither Paradise remove
Spreads the placid bed of peace, Spirits of Harmony and Love!
While each blast, Thou too, divine Urania, deign t'appear,
Or breathes it's last, And with thy sweetly-solemo lute
Or just does sigh a symphony and cease.
Neptune, &c. &c.
Behold Arion on the stern he stands
Pall'd in theatrical attire,
Great in distress, and wakes the golden lyre:
While in a tender Orthian strain
He thus accosts the mistress of the main :
By the bright beams of Cynthia's eyes
Thro' which your waves attracted rise,
And actuate the hoary deep; And you, ye sons of Harmony below,
By the secret coral cell, How little less than angels, when ye sing !
Where love, and joy, and Neptune dwell With emulation's kindling warmth shall glow,
And peaceful floods in silence sleep;
Their heads around the grotto's verge,
Depen:lent from the stooping stem; Shall Echo from her vocal cave
By each roof-suspended drop, Repay each note, the shepherd gave,
That lightly lingers on the top, And shall not we our mistress praise
And hesitates into a get ; And give her back the borrow'd lays ?
By thy kindrcd wat'ry gods, But farther still our praises we pursue ;
The lakes, the riv'lets, founts and foods,
And all the pow'rs that live unseen
Underneath the liquid green;
Great Ainphitrite (for thou can'st bind
The storm and regulate the wind)
Secure from the men and the monsters of prey !
Great Amphitrite, &c. &c.
He sung—The winds are charm'd to sleep,
Soft stillness steals along the deep,
The Tritons and the Nereids sigh
In soul-reflecting sympathy,
And all the audience of waters weep.
But Amphitrite her Dolphin sends the same,
Which erst to Neptune brought the nobly perjur'd Tho' trees dance lightly from the bow'r,
dameTho' rolling floods in sweet suspense
Pleas'd to obey, the beauteous monster flies, Are held, and listen into sense.
And on his scales as the gilt Sun-beams play, In Fenhurst's plains when Waller, sick with love, Ten thousand variegated dies Has found some silent solitary grove,
lo copious streams of lustre rise, Where the vague Moon-beams pour a silver flood Rise o'er the level main and signify his way Of trem'lous light athwart th' unshaven wood,
And now thejoyous bard, in triumph bore, Within an hoary moss-grown cell,
Rides the voluminous wave, and makes the wish'd He lays his careless limbs without reserve,
for shore. And strikes, impetuous strikes each quer'lous
Come, ye festive, social throng
Who sweep the lyre, or pour the song,
Your noblest melody employ,
Such as becomes the mouth of joy,
Bring the sky-aspiring thought,
With bright expression richly wrought,
The main at length subdued, and all the world
Come, ye festive, &c. &c.
ginitatem vobisse : sed cum a Neptuno sollicitaAnd bear the tidings to the sea :
retur ad Atlantem confugisse, ubi a Delphino Neptune in the boisterous seas persuasa Neptuno assensit. Lilius Gyraldus.