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Next to her, in roxy pride,
Sweet Society, the Bride;

Laft Honefty, full feemly dreft
In her cleanly home-spun veft,

The abby bells in wak'ning rounds
The warning peal have giv'n;

And pious Gratitude refounds

Her morning hymn to heav'n.

All nature wakes, the birds unlock their throats,
And mock the fhepherd's ruftick notes.

All alive o'er the lawn,

Full glad of the dawn,

The little lambkins play,

Sylvia and Sol arife,

-and all is day.

Come, my mates, let us work,

And all hands to the fork,

While the fun fhines, our hay-cocks to make,
So fine is the day,

And fo fragrant the hay,

That the meadow's as blithe as the wake.

Our voices let's raise

In Phoebus's praise,
Infpir'd by fo glorious a theme,

Our mufical words

Shall be join'd by the birds,
And we'll dance to the tune of the stream,

The ARMS of ACHILLES.

From a CHORUS in the ELECTRA of EURIPIDES.

Κλειναι ναες, αι πολ' εμβαλε Τροιαν, &c.

A&t. iii. ad finem.

I.

HE barks how fam'd, by lab'ring oars

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Innumerable, driv'n to Phrygian fhores!
The blue-ey'd NEREIDS danc'd in jocund rounds,
The dolphin, by harmonious founds,

Captiv'd, in gambols flounc'd along the main,
All as ACHILLES fail'd to Troy's ill-deftin'd plain.

*

H.

The Nymphs, Euboea's ftrand forfook, Their route thro' Pelion's facred mountain took ; A maffy fhield, with curious feulpture wrought, From VULCAN's golden forge they brought, Seeking, where PELEUS rear'd thee, swift of pace, Thee, THETIS' fea-born fon, ACHILLES, pride of Greece.

III.

The fhield (fo whilom did relate
A wight return'd from Ilion's hapless fate)
Was with a various-figur'd group befpred:
There PERSEUS fhook the Gorgon head,
Soaring with winged feet, as o'er the fea
With MAIA's peerless fon, Jove's herald, he did flee.

*The NEREIDS.

Full

IV.

Full in the midft with dazzling blaze

The fun's bright orb fhot forth his golden rays,
And all around the starry host appear,

Glift'ring, as in the heav'nly sphere:

Such ardent light fierce HECTOR could affray,` HECTOR, eftrang'd to fear, appall with dire dismay.

V.

High on the helmet were display'd
Rich images embofs'd, with gold inlaid;
There with deftructive grafp her trembling prey

A SPHINX exulting bore away;

There fell CHIMÆRA with impetuous force, And breathing fire, rufh'd on the Pirenean horfe,

VI.

Sublime in his triumphant car,
ACHILLES prefs'd amid the thickest war;
The generous steeds flew prancing o'er the plain,
And champing foam'd with proud difdain;
Whilft, as he brandish'd high his deadly fpear,
Thick clouds of duft arofe, and darken'd all the rear.

VII.

Such chieftains on th' embattled plain

Own'd great ATRIDES' fway, who basely slain

By TYNDARIS, lewd partner of his bed,

At home, in peace, ignobly bled:

Nathlefs thy murd'rous wiles fhalt thou deplore,

When 'neath th' avenging steel shall stream thy purple gore..

L. M. N. O. P. Q.

JOB

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JOB, Chapter XXXIX.

Eclare, if heav'nly wisdom bless thy tongue,

When teems the MOUNTAIN-GOAT with promis’d young;

The stated feafons tell, the month explain,

When feels the bounding HIND a mother's pain;
While, in th' oppreffive agonies of birth,

Silent they bow the forrowing head to earth?
Why crop their lufty feed the verdant food?

Why leave their dams, to search the gloomy wood?
Say, whence the WILD-ASS wantons o'er the plain,
Sports uncontroul'd, unconscious of the rein?
'Tis his o'er fields of folitude to roam,

The waste his house, the wilderness his home;
He fcorns the crouded city's pomp and noise,
Nor heeds the driver's rod, nor hears his voice
At will on every various verdure fed,
His pafture o'er the fhaggy cliffs is fpread.

Will the fierce UNICORN obey thy call,
Enflav'd to man, and patient of the stall?
Say, will he ftubborn ftoop thy yoke to bear,
And thro' the furrow drag the tardy fhare?
Say, canft thou think, O wretch of vain belief,
His lab'ring limbs will draw thy weighty fheaf?
Or canft thou tame the temper of his blood,
With faithful feet to trace the deftin'd road?

Who paints the PEACOCK's train with radiant eyes,
And all the bright diverfity of dies?

Whofe hand the ftately OSTRICH has fupply'd
With glorious plumage, and her snowy pride?
Thoughtlefs fhe leayes, amid the dufty way,
Her eggs, to ripen in the genial ray;

Nor

Nor heeds, that some fell beast, who thirfts for blood,
Or the rude foot may crufhhe future brood.
In her no love the tender offering fhare,
No foft remembrance, no maternal care :
For God has steel'd her unrelenting breast,
Nor feeling sense, nor instinct mild impreft,
Bade her the rapid-rufhing fteed despise,

Outstrip the rider's rage, and tow'r amid the fkies.

Didft Thou the HORSE with ftrength and beauty deck? Haft Thou in thunder cloath'd his nervous neck? Will he, like groveling Grafhoppers afraid, Start at each found, at ev'ry breeze, dismay'd? A cloud of fire his lifted noftrils raise, And breathe a glorious terrrour as they blaze. He paws indignant, and the valley spurns, Rejoycing in his might, and for the battle burns. When quivers rattle, and the frequent spear Flies flashing, leaps his heart with languid fear? Swallowing with fierce and greedy rage the ground, "Is this, he cries, the trumpet's warlike found?” Eager he scents the battle from afar,

And all the mingling thunder of the war.

Flies the fierce HAWK by thy fupreme command,
To feek foft climates and a fouthern land?
Who bade th' aspiring EAGLE mount the sky,
And build her firm aerial neft on high?
On the bare cliff, or mountain's fhaggy fteep,
Her fortrefs of defence fhe dares to keep;
Thence darts her radiant eye's pervading ray,

Inquifitive to ken the distant prey.

Seeks with her thirsty brood th' enfanguin'd plain,

There bathes her beak in blood, companion of the flain.

Q.

CHRISTOPHERUS