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Earth's diftant ends our glory shall behold, There hateful envy her own snakes shall feel,
Where peace descending bids her olive fpring, Exil'd by thee from earth to deepelt hell, And scatters bleflings from her dove-like wing. In brazen bonds Mall barbarous discord dwell ; Evia I more sweetly pass my careless days, 431 Gigantic pride, pale terror, gloomy care,
Pleas'd in the filent Thade with empty praise ; And mad ambition, fall attend her there : Enough for me, that to the listening swains There purple vengeance bath'd in gore retires, First in these fields I sung thc Sylvan Iraim, Her weapons blupted, and caring her fires :
Transported demi-gods stood round,
And men grew heroes at the found, Enfiam'd with glory's charms : Each chief his seven-fold shield display'd, And half unsheath'd the shining blade: And seas, and rocks, and skies, rebound
To arms, to arms, to arms!
Descend, ye nine ! descend, and sing;
In a fadly-pleafing strain
Let the loud trumpet sound,
The thrill echoes rebound :
Hark! the numbers soft and clear
And fill with spreading sounds the skies;
Till, by degrees, remote and small,
And melt away,
In a dying, dying fall.
Nor swell too high, nor link too low.
Or when the soul is press'd with cares,
Exalts her in enlivening airs.
Melancholy lifts her head,
Listening envy drops her snakes ;
While Argo saw her kindred trees
But when through all th' infernal bounds,
Love, strong as death, the poets led
To the pale nations of the dead,
3 Sullen moans,
See, fhady forms advance !
And the pale speares dance !
By the streams that ever flow,
O'er the Elysian flowers;
Or amaranthine bowers;
Wandering in the myrtle grove,
He sung, and hell consented
Sce, wild as the winds, o'er the desert he fies; To hear the poet's prayer;
Hark! Hæmus resounds with the Bacchanals Stern Proserpine relented,
cries And gave him back the fair.
Ah, see, he dies!
Yet, ev'n in death Eurydice he sung ;
Eurydice ftill crembled on his tongue;
Eurydice the woods,
Eurydice the floods,
Eurydice the rocks and hollow mountains rung. Yet music and love were victorious.
Music the fiercest grief can charm, But foon, too soon, the lover turns his eyes :
And face's feverest rage disarm : Again the falls, again fhe dies, she dies !
Mufic can soften pain to ease, How wilt thou now the fatal fifters move?
And make despair and madness please :
Our joys below it can improve,
And antedate the bliss above.
This the divine Cecilia found,
And to her Maker's praise confin'd the found. Rolling in mæanders
When the full organ joins the tuneful quire,
Th' immortal powers incline their ear;
Borne on the swelling notes our souls aspire,
While solemn airs improve the facred fire;
And angels lean from heaven to hear.
Of Orpheus now no more let poets tell,
To bright Cecilia greater power is given : Despairing, confounded,
His numbers rais'd a shade from hell, He trembles, he glows,
Her's lift the soul to heaven. Amidi Rhodope's snows :
TO THE TRAGÉDY OF BRUTUS.
Altered from Shakspeare by the Duke of Buckingham ; at whose desire these ewo Choruses were
composed, to supply as many, wanting in his play. They were set many ycars afterwards by the famous Bononcini, and performed at Buckingham-house.
CHORUS OF ATHENIANS.
Say, will ye bless the bleak Atlantic shore?
When Athens links by fates únjust, Groves, where immortal sages taught ;
When wild barbarians fpurn her duft; Where heavenly visions Plato fir'd,
Perhaps ev'a Britain's utmost store And Epicurus lay inspir'd!
Shall cease to blush with ftranger's gorc; In vain your guiltless laurels food
See arts her savage sons controul,
And Athens rising ocar the pole!
Ye gods, what justice rules the ball! Who charm the sense, or mend the heart; Freedom and arts together fall ; Who lead fair virtue's train along,
Fools grant whate'er ambition craves, Mortal truth and mystic song!
And men, once ignorant, are flaves, To what new clime, what distant sky,
Oh, curs'd effects of civil hate, Forsaken, friendless, Toall ye fly?
In ev'ry age, in every date :
Still, when the luft of tyrant power succeeds,
But Hymen's kinder flames unite,
And burn for ever one;
Chafte as cold Cynthia's virgin light,
Productive as the sun.
Oh, source of every social tie,
United with, and mutual joy!
What various joys on one attend,
As son, as father, brother, husband, friend! And arts but soften us to feel thy flame.
Whether his hoary fire he spies,
While thousand grateful thoughts arise ;
Or meets his spouse's fonder eye;
Or views his smiling progeny ;
What tender passions take their turns,
What home-felt raptures move !
His heart now melts, now leaps, now burns,
With reverence, hope, and love.
Hence guilty joys, distastes, furmises,
Hence false tears, deceits, disguises,
Dangers, doubts, delays, surprises;
Fires that scorch, yet dare not shine ;
Purest love's unwafting treasure,
Constant faith, fair hope, long leisure;
Days of ease, and nights of pleasure;
Sacred Hymen! these are thinc.
THE DYING CHRISTIAN TO HIS SOUL.
ODE ON SOLITUDE.
VITAL spark of heavenly flame!
Quit, oh quit this mortal frame :
Trembling, hoping, lingering, Aying:
Oh the pain, the bliss of dying!
And let me languish into life.
Hark! they whisper; Angels say,
Sister Spirit, come away.
What is this absorbs me quite ?
Steals my senses, fhuts my fight,
Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?
Tell me, my soul, can this be death?
The world recedes; it disappears!
Heaven opens on my eyes ! my cars
With sounds seraphic ring :
Lend, lend your wings! I mount ! I Ay!
O Grave! where is thy victory?
O Death! where is chy fing?
AN ESSAY ON CRITICISM.
WRITTEN IN THE YEAR 1709.
Si quid neristi re&ius istis
CONTENTS OF THE ESSAY ON CRITICISM.
233 to 288. Critics in Wit, Language, Versi-
ill, as to write ill, and a more dangerous one to too hard to pleafe, or too apt to admire, ver.
384. 5. Partiality-coo much love to a Sect,
judice or Prevention, ver. 408. 7. Singularity,
spoiled by false Education, ver. 19 to 25. Spirit, ver. 452, &c. 10. Envy, ver. 466. A.
508, &c. When Severity is chiefly to be used
the limits of it, ver. 46 to 67.
PART III. Ver. 568, &c.
Candour, ver. 563. Modesty, ver. 550. Good-
Advice, ver. 578. 2. When one's Counsel is
ftudied by a Critic, particularly Homer and corrigible Poet, ver. 600; and of an impertinent
Critic, ver. 610, &c. Character of a good Cri-
Charaders of the best Critics : Aristotle, ver.
Petronius, ver. 667. Quintilian, ver. 679.
Longinus, ver. 675. Of the Decay of Criti-
cism, and its Revival. Erasmus, ver. 693. Vi-
208. 2. Imperfect Learning, ver. 215. 3. common, &c, ver. 725. Conclufion.