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Or defp'rate lady near a purling ftream,

Or lover pendent on a willow-tree.

Mean while I labour with eternal drought,

And, reftlefs, wish, and rave, my parched throat Finds no relief, nor heavy eyes repofe:

But if a flumber haply does invade

My weary limbs, my fancy's ftill awake,
Thoughtful of drink, and eager, in a dream,
Tipples imaginary pots of ale,

In vain, awake I find the fettled thirft
Still gnawing, and the pleasant fantom curse.
Thus do I live, from pleasure quite debarr'd.
Nor taste the fruits that the fun's genial rays
Mature, John-Apple, nor the downy Peach,
Nor Walnut in rough-furrow'd coat fecure;
Nor Medlar fruit, delicious in decay:

Afflictions great! yet greater still remain :
My Galligafkins, that have long withstood
The winter's fury, and encroaching frofts,
By Time fubdu'd (what will not Time fubdue!)
An horrid chafm difclos'd with orifice
Wide, difcontinuous; at which the winds
Eurus and Aufter, and the dreadful force
Of Boreas, that congeals the Cronean waves,
'Tumultuous enter with dire chilling blasts,
Portending agues. Thus, a well fraught ship
Long fail'd fecure, or thro' th' Ægean deep,
Or th' Ionean, till cruifing near

The Lilybean fhore, with hideous crush,
On Scylla, or Charybdis (dang'rous rocks!)

She

She ftrikes rebounding, whence the shatter'd oak, So fierce a fhock unable to withstand,

Admits the fea; in at the gaping fide

The crowding waves gush with impetuous rage,
Refiftless, overwhelming; horrors seize

The mariners, death in their eyes appear,

They stare, they lave, they pump, they swear, they pray: (Vain efforts!) Still the batt'ring wayes rush in, Implacable, till, delug'd by the foam,

The fhip finks found'ring in the vast abyss.

A PIPE

A

PIPE OF TOBACCO:

IN IMITATION OF

SIX SEVERAL AUTHORS.

Mr. Hawkins Browne, the author of thefe, as I am told, had no good original manner of his own, yet we see how well he fucceeds when he turns an imitator; for the following are rather imitations, than ridiculous parodies.

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LD battle-array, big with horror, is fled,

OLD

And olive rob'd Peace again lifts up her head. Sing, ye Muses, Tobacco, the bleffing of peace; Was ever a nation fo bleffed as this?

AIR.

When fummer funs grow red with heat,

Tobacco tempers Phoebus' ire;

When wintry ftorms around us beat,
Tobacco chear's with gentle fire.

Yellow

Yellow Autumn, youthful Spring,

In thy praises jointly fing.

RECITATIVE.

Like Neptune, Cæfar guards Virginian fleets,
Fraught with Tobacco's balmy sweets;
Old Ocean trembles at Britannia's pow'r,
And Boreas is afraid to roar.

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Let foreign climes the vine and orange boast,
While waftes of war deform the teeming coaft ;
Britannia, diftant from each hoftile found,
Enjoys a Pipe, with eafe and freedom crown'd:
E'en reflefs Faction finds itself most free;
Or, if a flave, a flave to Liberty.

A I R.

Smiling years, that gayly run

Round the zodiac, with the fun,

Tell, if ever you have feen

Realms fo quiet and ferene.
British fons no longer, now,
Hurl the bar, or twang the bow;

Nor

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Nor of crimson combat think,

But fecurely fmoke and drink.

CHORU S.

Smiling years, that gayly run
Round the zodiac, with the fun,
Tell, if ever you have seen
Realms fo quiet and ferene,

IMITATION

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