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But we not as our priftine fires repair

A bottle (mighty charge)! uplaid, full-fraught T' umbrageous grot or vale; but, when the sun With goodly wine. He, with extended hand Faintly from western skies his rays oblique Rais'd high, pours forth his fanguine frothy juice, Darts sloping, and to Thetis' watery lap

O'erspread with bubbles, dislipated foon : Hastens in prone career, with friends select We strait to arms repair, experien'd chiefs ; Swiftly we hie to Devil *, young or old,

Now glasses clash with glasses (charming found :) Jocund and boon, where at the entrance stands And glorious Anna's health, the first, the beft, A stripling, who with scrapes and humil cringe Crowns the full glass ;-at her inspiring name, Greets us in winning speech, and accent bland; The sprightly wine results, and seems to smile; With lightest bound, and safe, unerring step, With hearty zeal, and wish unanimous, He skips before, and nimbly climbs the stairs: Her health we drink, and in her health our own. Melampus thus, panting with lolling tongue, A pause ensues; and now with grateful chat And wagging tail, gambols, and frisks before W' improve the interval; and joyous mirth His sequent lord, from pențive walk return'd, Engages our rais'd souls, pat repartee, Whether in shady wood, or pasture green, Or witty joke our airy senses moves And waits his coming at the well-known gate To pleasant laughter; straight the echoing room Nigh to the stairs' ascent, in regal port,

With universal peals and thouts resounds. Sits a majestic dame, whose looks denounce

The royal Dane, blest consort of the queen, Command and sovereignty; with haughty air, Next crowns the rubyd nedar, all whose bliss And studied mien, in semi-circular throne

In Anna's plac'd :-with sympathetic famc, Enclos'd, she deals around her dread comniands; And mutual endearments, all her joys, Behind her (dazzling fight!) in order rang'd, Like the kind turtle's pure untainted love, Pile above žile, crystalline vessels shine ;

Centre in him, who shares the grateful hearts Acçpdant laves with eager ftrides advance, Of loyal subjects with his sovereign queen; And, after homage paid, bawl out aloud

For by his prudent care, united shores Words unintelligible, noise confusid :

Were fav'd from hoftile flects invasion dire. She knows the jargon sounds, and straight de The hero Marlborough next, whose vast exscribes,

ploits In characters mysterious, words obscure ;

Fame's clarion sounds; fresh laurels triumphs new, More legible are algebraic signs,

We wish, like those he won at Hochftet's field. Or mystic figures by magicians drawn,

Next Devonshire illustrious, who from racc When they invoke th' infernal spirits aid. Of noblest patriots sprang, whose worthy soul

Drive hence the rude and barbarous diffonance Is with each fair and virtuous gift adora'd. Of savage Thracians, and Croation boors;

That shone in his most worthy ancestors : The loud Centaurian broils with Lapithæ

For then distind in separate breasts were seen Sound harsh and grating to Lenzan god;

Virtues distinct, but all in him unite. Chase brutal feuds of Belgian skippers hence

Prudent Godolphin, of the nation's weal (Amid their cups, whose innate temper's thowo), Frugal, but free and generous of his own, In clumsy fist wielding (cymmeterian knise, Next crowns the bowl; with faithful Sunderland, Who flash each other's eyes and blubber'd face, And Halifax, the muses' darling son, Profaning Bacchanalian, folemn rites :

In whom conspicuous, with full lustre, finc Music's harmonious numbers better suit

The sureft judgment, ard the brightest wit, His festivals, from instruments or voice,

Himself Mæcenas and a Flaccus too Or Gasperini's hand the trembling string

And all the worthies of the British realm, Should touch ; or from the dulcet Tuscan dames, In order rang'd, succeed; such healths as tinge Or warbling Toft's far more nselodious tongue, The Dulcet wine with a more charming guit. Swect Symphonies should flow, the Delian god Now each his mitress toasts, by whole briget For airy Bacchus is associate meet.

eye The stairs ascent now gain d, our guide unbars He's fir'd; Cosmelia fair, or Dulcibel', The doors of spacious room, and creeking chairs Or Sylvia, comely black, with jetty eyes (to ear offensive) round the table sets.

Piercing; or airy Celia, sprightly maid! We fit, when thus his florid Speech begins : Insensibly thus flow unnumber'd hours; “ Name, Siss, the wine that most invites your Glass fucceeds glass, till the Dircean god taste,

Shines in our eyes, and with his fulgent rays * Champaign, or Burgundy, or Florence pure, Enlightens our glad looks with lovely dye ; di Or Hock antique, or Lisbon new or old, All blithe and jolly, that, like Arthur's knights, 16 Bourdcaux, or neat French wine, or Alicant." of rotund table, fam’d'in old records, For Bourdeaux we with voice unanimous

Now most we seen.'d-such is the power of Wine Declare (such sympathy's in boon compeers). Thus we the winged hours in harmless mirth He quits the room alert, but soon returns; And joys unfully'd pass, till humid night Onc hand capacious glittering vessels bears Has half her rare perform'd; now all abroad Resplendent; t'other with a grasp tecure; is futh'd and fileni, nor the rumbling noise

Of coach or cart, or smoky link-boy's call, The Devil-tavern, Temple-ber, frequented by his Is heard—but universal filence reigns: frisrosa

When we in mery plight, airy and gay,

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Surprisid to find the hours so swiftly fly, “ Doft thon, imbolom'd in the lovely rose, With hafty knock, or twang of pendent cord, “ Or funk within the peach's down, repose ? Alarm the drowsy youth from slumbering nod; “ Within the king-cup if thy limbs are spread, Startled he flies, and stumbles o'er the stairs “ Or in the golden cowsip's velvet head: Erroneous, and with busy knuckles plies

“ O how me, Flora, 'midst those sweets, the flower,
His yet clung cye-lids, and with staggering reel " Where fleeps my Grildrig in his fragrant bower!
Enters confus'd, and muttering aks our wills; " But ah! I fear thy little fancy roves
When we with liberal hand the score discharge, "On little females, and on little loves ;
And homeward each his course with steady step “ Thy pigmy children, and thy tiny spouse, iii,
Unerring steers, of cares and coin berest.

“ The baby-playthings that adorn thy house,
“ Doors, windows, chimneys, and the spaciousrooms
“ Equal in size to cells of honeycombs.

“ Häst thou for these now ventur'd from the shore, LAMENTATION OF GLUMDALCLITCH

“ Thy bark a bean-Thell, and a straw thy oar ? For the Lofs of Grildrig

Or in thy box now bounding on the main ? “ Shall I no'er bear thyself and house again?

“ And shall I set thee on my hand no more, Soon as Glumdalclitch miss'd her pleasing care,

“ To see thee leap the lines, and traverse o'er She wept, the blubber'd, and lie tore her hair.

“ My spacious palm? of stature scarce a span, No British miss sincerer grief has known,

" Mimic the actions of a real man? Her squirrel missing, or her sparrow Aown. “ No more behold thee turn my watch's key, She furl'd her sainpler, and haul'd in her thread, « As seamen at a capstan anchors weigh? (tread, And fuck her needle into Grildrig's bed;

« How wast thou wont to walk with cautious Then Spread her hands, and with a bounec let fall

“ A difh of tea, like milk-pail on thy head! Her baby, like che giant in Guildhall.

“ How chase the mite that bore thy cheese away. In peals of thunder now she roars, and now " And keep the rolling maggot at a bay." She gently whimpers, like a lowing cow :

She said; but broken accents stope her voice, Yet lovely in her sorrow still appears;

Soft as the speaking trumpet's mellow noise. Her locks dishevel’d, and her flood of tears, She fobb’d a storm, and wip'd her flowing eyes, Seem like the lofty barn of some rich swain, Which seem'd like two broad suns in mifty skies' When from the thatch dripe fast a shower of rain.

0! Squander not thy grief; those tears coinmand In vain the search'd each cranny of the house,

To weep upon our cod in Newfoundland Each gaping chink impervious to a mouse. The plenteous pickle fall preserve the fith, "Was it for this (she cry'd) with daily care And Europe taste thy sorrows in a dish. " Within the reach I set the vinegar ; “ And fill'a che cruet with the acid cide,

TO QUINBUS FLESTRIN, * While pepper-water worms thy bait fupply'd, " Where twin'd the filver eel around thy hook,

Tbe Man-Mountain.-- Lilliputian Ode. " And all the little monfters of the brook?


Man and steed. " Sure in that lake he dropt : My Grilly's In amaze

Troops, take heed! drown'd.”—

Loft, I gaze.

Left and right She dragg'd the cruet, but no Grildrig sound.

Speed your flight: “Vaia is thy courage, Grilly, vain thy boat : Reach thy size?

Left an host " Bue little creatures enterprise the most.

May my lays

Beneath his foot be Trembling, I've seen thee dare the kitten's paw, Swell’d with praise,

lost. Nay, mix with children as they play'd at taw, Worthy thee

MI, Nor fear'd the marbles, as they bounding flcw: Worthy me!

Turn'd aside “ Marbles to them, but rolling rocks to you. Muse, inspire

From his hide, " Why did I trust thee with that giddy youth: All thy fire !

Safe from wound " Who from a page can ever learn the truth? Bards of old

Darts rebound. " Vers'd in court-cricks, that money-loving boy

Of him told,

From his nose “To some lord's daughter sold the living toy;

When they said Clouds he blows “ Or rent him limb from limb in cruel play, Atlas' head

When he speaks, As children tear the wings of flies away.. Propt the skies: [eyes! Thunder breaks! “ From place to place o'er Brobdingnag I'll roam, See and believe your When he eats, " And never will return or bring thee home.


Famine threats ! " But who hath eyes to trace the passing wind? See him Aride When he drinks, " How then thy fairy footsteps can I find? Valleys wide :

Neptune fhrinks : * Doft thou bewilder'd wander all alone,

Over woods,

Nigh thy ear, "In the green thicket of a mossy stone;

Over floods.

In mid air,
"Or, tumbled from the toadstool's flippery round, When he treads, On thy hand,
Perhaps, all maim'd, lic grovelling on the Mountains heads Let me stand,

Groan and shake : So ball
Armies quake,

(1 : typac ! Anak • ?n Faulkener's edition, this poem is ascribed to Pope, Left his spurn wadobe Lilliputian Ods to Arbusbrot,


Can our eyes


Salt, pepper, and mace

Must season this knuckle;
Zo be placed under the Piflure of Sir Richard Then I when what's join’d io place
BLAKMORE, England's Arsb.poet, containing a

With other herbs muckle ;

That which killed King Will. ; complete Catalogue of bis Works.

And what never | stands ftill. See who ne'er was nor will be half read :

Some & sprigs of that bed Who first fang (1) Arthur, then fang (2) Alfred, Where children are bred, Prais d great (3) Eliza in God's anger,

Which much you will mend, if Till all irue Englishmen cry'd, Hang her!

Both spinnage and endive, Made William's virtues wipe the bare a

And letrice, and beet, And hang'd up Marlborough in (4) arras; With marigold meet. Then, hiss d from earth, grew heavenly quite; Put no water at all, Made every reader curse the (5) light :

For it maketh things small,
Maul'd human wit in one thick (6) satire,

Which, left it Mhould happen,
Next in three books fpoild (7) human nature ; A close cover clap on.
Undid (8) crcation at a jirk,

Put this pot of ** Wood's metal
And of (9) redemption made damn'd work. In a hot boiling kettle,
Then took his mufe at once and dipt her

And there let it be
Full in the middle of the Scripture.

(Mark the doctrine I teach)
What wonders there the man, grown old, did ? About let me see-
Sternhold himself, he out-Sternholded,

Thrice as long as you preach tt;
Made (10) David seem so mad and freakish, So skimming the fat off,
All thought him just what thought king Achish. Say grace with your hat off.
No mortal read his (11) Solomon,

o, then, with what rapture But judg'd Re'boam his own son.

Will it fill dean and chapter !
Moses he serv'd as Moses Pharoah,
And Deborah (12), as the Sise-rah :

Made (13) Jeremy full fore to cry,
And (14) Job himself curse God and die.

What punishment all this must follow ?
Shall Arthur use him like King Tollo?

The Mufic by Mr. Handel.
Shall David as Uriah Nay him?
Or dext'rous Deborah Sisera-him?
Or hall Eliza lay a plot,

[A rural prospect, diversified with rocks, groves, To treat him like her sister Scot?

and a river. Acis and Galatea seared by a founShall William dub his better end,

lain. Chorus of nymphs and shepherds, diftriOr Marlborough serve him like a friend?

buted about the landScape ; and Polyphemus No!--none of these ! --Heaven spare his life! discovered fitting upon a nountain.] But send him, honen Job, thy wife !

A RECEIPT FOR STEWING VEAL. O the pleasure of the plains !

Happy nymphs and happy swains

(Harmless, merry, free, and gay) Taxe a knuckle of veal;

Dance and sport the hours away. You may buy it or steal.

For us the zephyr blows, In a few pieces cut it :

For us diftils the dew, In a stewing-pan put it.

For us unfolds the rose,

And flowers display their hue: (1) Two Heroic Poems, in folio, twenty


For us the winters rain ; (2) Heroic Poem, in twelve books,

For us the summers shine ; (3) Heroic Poem, in folio, ten books.

Spring swells for us the grain, (4) Infiruclicns to Vanderbank, a tapesiry weaver.

And autumn bleeds the vine. (3) Eymn to tbe light, (6) Satire against wit.

RECITATIVE. (1) Of ibe nature of man. (8) Creation, a Poem, in seven books,

Galatea. (9) Redemption, another Heroic Poem, in fix books. Ye verdant plains, and woody mountains, (10) Translation of all tbe Pfalms.

Purling Itreams, and bubbling fountains, (11) Canticles and Ecclefiaftes. (12) Paraplrafes of the Canticles of Mofes and De + Vulgo, falary.

Supposed forrel. boral, &c.

il This is, by Dr. Bently, tbeugbt to be time, or tbyns (13) Tbe Lamentations.

Parsley. Vide Cbao:berlayne. (14) Tbe wbulc Book of Joh, a Poem.

Of ibis composition, fesibe works of tbe Copper. Kick bim on tbe breech, not knigtı bim on the fbeub- faribing Dean. der 5

it Wbicb we suppose to be near four bourne


Da Cape.





Ye painted glories of the field,

Of all youths, thou dearcf boy! Vain are the pleasures which you yield;

Of all nymphs, thou brightest fair! Too thin the Thadow of the grove,

Thou all my bliss, thou all my joy! Too faint the gales, to cool my love.

Da Cape
Huth, you pretty warbling choir,

Happy we, &c.
Your thrilling strains

Awake my pains,
And kindle fierce defire:

A Concerto on the Organ.
Cease your song, and take your flight;
Bring back my Acis to my light.

WRETCHED lovers ! fate has pass'd
Da Capo.

This sad decree-no joy shall last.

Wretched lovers ! quit your dream;

Behold the monster Polypheme.
Where shall I feek the charming fair ?

See what ample ftrides he takes; Dired the way, kind genius of the mountains ; The mountain nods, the forest shakes; O tell me if you saw my dear;

The waves run frighten'd to the shores : Seeks the the groves, or baches in crystal fountains ? Hark, how the thundering giant roars!

Da Capo.

RECITATIVE accompanied.


I rage, I melt, i burn,
Stay, shepherd, stay!

The feeble god has ftabb'd me to the heart. See how thy flocks in yonder valley ftray.

Thou trusty pine, What means this melancholy air?

Prop of my godlike steps, I lay thce by. No more thy tuneful pipe we hear.

Bring me a hundred reads, of decent growth, AIR.

To make a pipe for my capacious mouth; Shepherd, what art thou pursuing,

In soft enchanting accents let me breathe
Heedless running to thy ruin?

Sweet Galatea's beauty, and my love.
Share our joy, our pleasure share :
Leave thy passion till to-morrow;

O ruddier than the cherry!
Let the day be free from forrow,

O sweeter than the berry!
Free from love, and free from care.

O nymph more bright
Da Capo . Than moon-thine night,

Like kidlings bliche and merry!

Ripe as the melting cluster!
Lo here, my love!

No lily has such lustre; Turn, Galatea, hither turn thine eyes;

Yet hard to tame
Sec at thy feet the longing Acis lics.

As raging flame,

And fierce as storms that bluster!
Lore in her eyes fits playing,
And sheds delicious death;

Love in her lips is ftraying,

Polyphemus, Galatea. And warbling in her breath :

Pely. Whither, faireft, are thou running, Love on her breast fits panting,

Still my warm embraces fhunning? And swells with soft desire;

Gal. The lion calls not to his prey;
Nor grace, nor charm, is wanting

Nor bids the wolf the lambkin stay.
To set the beart on fire.

Poly. Thee Polyphemus, great as Jove,

Calls to empire, and to love : o! didst thou know the pains of absent love,

To his palace in the rock,
Acis would ne'er from Galatea rove.

To his dairy, to his flock;

To the grape of purple hue,
As when the dove

To the plum of gloffy blue;
Laments his love,

Wildings which expecting stand,
All on the oaked spray;

Proud to be gather'd by thy hand.
When he returns,

Gal. Of infant-limbs to make my food,
No more she mourns,

And (will full draughts of human blood! But loves the live-long day.

Go, moniter ! bid fome other guest:
Billing, cooing,

I lothe the host ; I lothe the feast.
Panting, wooing,
Melting murmurs fill the grove;

Melting murmurs, lafting love.

Cease to beauty to be suing:

Ever whining love disdaining,
Acis and Galatcs.

Let the brave, their aims pursuing,
Happy we!

Still be conquering, not complainig. What joys I feel !-What charms I see!

Da Capo

Da Capo







Not fleep to toil fo ealing,

As these dear (miles to me.
Would you gain the tender crcature!
Softly, gently, kindly treat her :

Poly. Fly (wift, thou massy ruin, Ay: Suffering is the lover's part:

Die, presumptuous Acis, die. Beauty by constraint possessing, Yau enjoy but half the blefling,

Lifeless charms without the heart.

Help, Galacca ! help, ye parent gods!
Da Cape.

And take me dying to your deep abodes !.

Mourn, all ye muses; wecp, ye fwains; His hideous love provokes my rage;

Tune, tüne your reeds to doleful strains; Weak as I am, I must engage :

Groans, cries, and howlings, fill the neighbouring Inspir'd with thy victorious charms,

shore, The god of love will lend his arms.

Ah!--the gentle Acis is no more.

Love sounds th' alarm,

And fear is a flying :

Must I my Acis still bemoan,
When beauty's the prize,

Inglorious crush'd beneath that stone ? What mortal fears dying?

Must the lovely charming youth
In defence of my treasure,

Die for his constancy and truth?
I'd bleed at cach vein :

Say, what comfort can you find ?
Without her no pleasure;

For dark despair o'erclouds my mind.
For lisc is a pain.

Da Capo.

Cease, Galatea, cease to grieve;

Bewail not, when thou canst relieve :

Call forth thy power, employ thy art; Consider, fond thepherd,

The goddess foon can heal thy smart : How fleeting's the pleasure.

To kindred gods the youth return, That flatters our hopes

Through verdant plains to roll his urn. In pursuit of the fair :

The joys that attend it,

By moments we measure;

'Tis done: thus I exert my power divine; But life is too little

Be thou immortal, though thou art not mine, To mcasure our care.

Da Copo.

Heart, thou seat of soft delight !

Be thou now a fountain bright;

Purple be no more thy blood,
Cease, Q cease, thou gentle youth;

Glide thou like a crystal food; Trust my constancy and truth;

Rock, thy hollow womb disclose: Trust my truth, and powers above,

The bubbling fountain, lo! it flows. The powers propitious fill to love.

Through the plains he joys to rove,

Murmuring till his gentle love.
Acis, Galatea, and Polypbeme.

Asis and Gal. The flocks shall leave the mountains,

Galatca, dry thy tears :
The woods the turtle-dove,

Acis now a god appears.
The nymphs forsake the fountains,

See how he rears him from his bed;
Ere I forsake my love.

See the wreath that binds his head.
Poly. Torture! fury! rage: despair!

Hail! thou gentle murmuring Aream,

Shepherds' pleasure, muses' theme;
I cannot, cannot, cannot bear.

Through the plain ftill joy to rove,
Duis and Gal. Not showers to larks so pleasing, Murmuring Nil thy get the love.

Nor san-fhine to the bee;




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