In all the changes of his doubtful state, His valour can triumph o'er land and main; 18 For once, O Heaven, unfold thy adamantine book; And let his wondering senate see, If not thy firm, immutable decree, At least the second page of strong contingency, Let them with glad amazement look On what their happiness may be; Let them not still be obstinately blind, Or, with malignant penury, To starve the royal virtues of his mind. Oh, give them to believe, and they are surely blest. In orderly array, a martial, manly train. The asserted ocean rears his reverend head; The fasces of the main. 74 TO THE PIOUS MEMORY OF THE ACCOMPLISHED YOUNG LADY MRS. ANNE KILLIGREW, EXCELLENT IN THE TWO SISTER ARTS OF POESY AND PAINTING. AN ODE. 1685. To [COMING next in chronological order, this elegiac ode affords an immediate opportunity of contrast with the preceding Pindaric. There are some conceits in it, of which, perhaps, the brevet of the young lady in the second line of the first stanza is the most conspicuous; but it is, nevertheless, a pure specimen of this form of composition, and has been pronounced by Dr. Johnson the noblest ode in our language. The first part,' he observes, 'flows with a torrent of enthusiasm.' this opinion it is only fair to oppose that of Mr. Hallam, who says that it has a few fine lines, mingled with a far greater number ill conceived and ill expressed; that it has Dryden's spirit, but is too faulty for high praise. Mrs. Anne was the sister of the facetious Thomas Killigrew. She was one of the maids of honour to the Duchess of York, and died of smallpox, in 1685, in the 25th year of her age. A poetess and a painter-writing occasional verses, and indulging her taste in every department of art, from the portraits of the royal family to landscapes and fruit pieces-she appears to have been an accomplished member of a remarkable family. A book called Country Conversations, published in 1694, says that a friend of the author's fell in love with the memory❜ of Anne Killigrew from merely seeing some of her pictures and poems.] THO I HOU youngest virgin-daughter of the skies, Whether, adopted to some neighbouring star, Thou treadest with seraphims the vast abyss: But such as thy own voice did practise here, And candidate of heaven. 2 If by traduction came thy mind, A soul so charming from a stock so good; Was formed at first, with myriads more, And was that Sappho last, which once it was before. Than was the beauteous frame she left behind: Return, to fill or mend the choir of thy celestial kind. 3 May we presume to say, that, at thy birth, New joy was sprung in heaven as well as here on earth? For sure the milder planets did combine Strung each his lyre, and tuned it high, Might know a poetess was born on earth; Had heard the music of the spheres. On thy sweet mouth distilled their golden dew, For all thy blest fraternity of love Solemnized there thy birth, and kept thy holiday above. 4 O gracious God! how far have we (Nay, added fat pollutions of our own,) To increase the streaming ordures of the stage? Her wit was more than man, her innocence a child.* 5 Art she had none, yet wanted none, *In wit a man, simplicity a child.'-POPE. So rich in treasures of her own, She might our boasted stores defy: That it seemed borrowed, where 'twas only born. By great examples daily fed, What in the best of books, her father's life, she read. And to be read herself she need not fear; Each test, and every light, her Muse will bear, 6 Born to the spacious empire of the Nine, But what can young ambitious souls confine? A plenteous province, and alluring prey. A Chamber of Dependencies was framed, (As conquerors will never want pretence, When armed, to justify the offence), And the whole fief, in right of poetry, she claimed. The country open lay without defence; For poets frequent inroads there had made, And perfectly could represent The shape, the face, with every lineament, And all the large domains which the Dumb Sister swayed; All bowed beneath her government, Received in triumph wheresoe'er she went. Her pencil drew whate'er her soul designed, [mind. And oft the happy draught surpassed the image in her |