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Full at his destin'd head. The watchful hern Swift as the wind that Iweeps the desert plain,
Shoots from her like a blazing meteor swift With feet, wings, beak, he cuts the liquid sky:
That gilds the night, eludes her talonskeen Behoves him now both car and fail; for see
And pointed beak, and gains a length of way. 140 Th? unequal foe gains on him as he flies.
Observe th' attentive crowd; all hearts are fix'd Long holds th’ aërial course; they rise, they fall,
On this important war, and pleasing hope

Now skim in circling rings, then tretch away Glows in each breaft. The vulgar and the great, with all their force, till at one fatal stroke Equally happy now, with freedom share

The vigorous hawk, exerting every nerve, The common joy. The shepherd-boy forgets Truss'd in mid-air bears down her captive prey, 210 His bleating care ; the labouring hind lets fall 'Tis well on earth they fall; for oft the duck His grain unsown; in transport loft, he robs Mistrusts her coward wings, and seeks again Th' expecting furrow, and in wild amaze The kind protecting flood: if haply then The gazing village point their cyes to heaven. The falcon rafh aim a decisive blow, Where is the congue can speak the falconer's cares, And spring to gripe her floating prey; at once 'Twixt hopes and fears, as in a tempest cost? 15° She dives bedcath, and near some olier's root His fluttering heart, his varying cheeks confess Pops up her head secure; then yiews her foc His inward woe. Now like a wearied stag, Just in the grasping of her fond desires, That stands at bay, the hern provokes their rage ; And in full pride of triumph, whelm'd beneath Close by his languid wing, in downy plumes The gliding Atream. Ah! where are now, proud Covers his fatal beak, and cautious hides

bird : The well-diffembled fraud. The falcon darts Thy stately trappings, and thy silver bells, Like lightning from above, and in her breast Thy glossy plumage, and thy filken creft ? Receives the latent death ; down pluin she falls Say, tyrant of the skies: Wouldīt thou not now Bounding from earth, and with her trickling gore Exchange with thy but late desponding foe Defile- her gaudy plumage. See, alas ! 161 | Thy dreadful talons, and thy polish'd beak, The falconer in despair, his favourite bird For her web-feeţ despis'd? How happy they! Dead at his feet, as of his dearest friend

Who, when gay pleasure courts, and fortune imiles He weeps her fate ; he meditaces revenge, Fear the reverse, with caution tread those paths He storms, he foams, he gives a loose to rage : Where roses grow, but wily vipers creep! Nor wants he long the means; the hern fatigu'd, These are expensive joys, fit for the great 230 Borne down by numbers yields, and prone on earth Of large domains pofselo'd: enough for me He drops : his cruel fues wheeling around To boast the gentle spar-hawk on my bst, Insult at will. The vengeful falconer dies Or fly the partridge from the briftly field, Swift as an arrow shooting to their aid ; 170 Retrieve the covy with my busy train, Then muttering inward curses breaks his wings, Or with my soaring hobby dare the lark. And fixes in the ground his hated beak;

But, if the shady woods my carcs employ, Sees with malignant joy the vidors proud In quest of feather'd game, my spaniels beat Smear'd with his blood, and on his marrow feast. Puzzling th' entangled cople; and from the brake

Unhappy bird! our fathers' prime delight: Push forth the whirring pheasant; high in air Who fenc'd thine eyrie round with sacred laws. He waves his varied plumes, stretching away 240 Nor mighty princes now disdain to wear

With halty wing. Soon from th' uplifted tube Thy waving crest, the mark of high command, The mimic thunder bursts, the leaden death With gold, and pearl, and brillant gems adorn'd. O'ertakes him; and with many a giddy whirl

Now, if the crystal stream delight thee more, 180 To earth he falls, and at my feet expires. Sportsman, lead on, where through the reedy bank When autumn (miles, all beauteous in decay, Th' insinuating waters filter'd stray

And paints each chequer'd grove with varioss In many a winding maze. The wild-duck there

hues; Gluts on the fattening ouse, or steals the spawn My fetter ranges in the new-fhorn fields, Of teeming shoals, her more delicious feast. His nose in air erect; from ridge to ridge How do the fun.beams on the glasly plain Panting he bounds, his quarter'd ground divides Sport wanton and amuse our wondering eyes In equal intervals, nor careless leaves

250 With variously-reflected changing rays!

One inch untry'd. At length the tainted gales The murmuring Aream salutes the flowery mead His nostrils wide inhale; quick joy elares That glows with fragrance; nature all around 190 His beating heart, which, aw'd by discipline Consents to bless. What Nuggard now would link Severe, he dares not own; but cautious crceps In beds of down? what miser would not lcave Low-cowering, step by step ; at last attains His bags untold for this transporting içene? His proper distance ; there he stops at once, Falconer, take care, oppose thy well-traind steed, and points with his inftrucive nose upon And Nily (talk; unhood thy falcon bold,

The trembling prey. On wings of wind upborne Observe at feed the unsuspecting team

The floating net unfolded flies; then drops, Paddling with oary feet : he's seen, they fly. And the poor fluttering captives rise in vain. 260 Now at full speed the falconer (purs away

Or haply on some river's cooling bank, T'assit his favourite hawk, the from the rest Patiently muling, all intent I stand Has fingled out the mallard young and gay, 200 To hook the scaly glutton. See! down finks Whose green and azure brightens in the fun. My cork, chat faithful manitor; his weight

My taper angle bends; surpris’d, amaz'd, The break of feas, and malice of her foes;
He glitters in the sun, and struggling pants Nor the proud Gaul prevail where Cæsar fail'd,
For liberty, till in the purer air
He breathes no more. Such are our pleasing cares,

And sweet amusements, such each busy drudge
Envious must wish, and all the wise enjoy. 270 Ver. 18. Straits of Thermopylæ. See the story

Thus, molt illustrious prince, have I presum'd of Xerxes. lo my obseure fojourn to sing at ease

Ver. 103. The place where the hern takes his Rural delights, the joy, and sweet repast

Itand, watching his prey. Of every noble mind : and now perchance

Ver. 169. This is done to prerent his kurting Untimely sing ; since from yon neighbouring More the hawk: they generally also break their legs. The grumbling thunder rolls; calm peace alarm’d Ver. 172. The reward of the hawk made of the Starts from her couch, and the rude din of war brains, marrow, and blood, which they call in lta. Sounds harth in every ear. But righteous heaven! lian, Soppa. Britain deserted, friendless, and alone,

Ver. 174. No man was permitted to shoot wità, Will not as yet despair : shine but in arms, in 600 yards of the eyric, or nest of an hern, under O prince, belov'd by all : patron profess'd great penalties. Of liberty! with every virtue crown'd! (cliffs, Ver. 176. The hern's top worn at coronations Millions shall crowd her strand; and her white here, and by the great men in Alia in their ture As l'eneriff, or Atlas firm, defy




“ Dum nihil habemus majus, calamo ludimus."



On reading several of bis Excellent Pooms. By Allan

Sir, I have read, and much admire,

Your muse's gay and easy flow,
Warm’d with that true Idalian fire

That gives the bright and cheerful glow, I conn'd each line with joyous care,

As I can such from sun to sun; And, like the glutton o'er his fare

Delicious, thought them too foon done. The witey smile, nature and art,

In all your numbers so combine, As to complete their juft defert,

And grace them with uncommon shine. Delighted we your muse regard,

When the like Pindar's spreads her wings; And virtue, being its own reward,

Expresses by the filter springs. Emotions tender crowd the mind,

When with the royal bard you go, To sigh in potes divinely kind,

“ The mighty fall’a on mount Gilbo." Much surely was the virgin's joy,

Who with the Iliad had your lays; For e'er, and since the liege of Troy,

We all dçlight in love and praise.

These heaven-born passions, such desires

I never yet could think a crime;
But firft-rate virtues which inspire

The soul to reach at the subliine.
But often men mistake the way,

And pump for fame by empty boast,
Like your " gilt als," who stood to bray,

Till in a flame his tail he lol.
Him“ th' incurious Bencher” hits,

With his own tale, so tight and clean,
That, while I read, streams gush, by fits

Of hearty laughter, from my een.
Old Chaucer, bard of vast ingine,

Fontaine and Prior, who have sung
Blyth tales the best; had they heard thine

On Lob, they'd own'd themselves out-dono.
Tho plot's pursued with so much glee,

The too officious “ dog and priest,"
The“ squire oppress'd," I own for me,

I never heard a better jest.
Pope well describ'd an omber game,

And “ King revenging captive queen;".
He merits; but had won morc famc,

If author of your “ Bowling-green."
You paint your parties, play each bowl,

So natural, jult, and with such ease,
That, while I read, upon my soul :

I wonder how I chance to please.

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Yet I have pleas'd, and please the best;

But what, alas ! would Pindar do, And sure to me laurels belong,

Were his bold mufe to fing of you? Since British fair, and 'mong it the best,

Can Chromius' strength be nam'd with yours? Somervile's consore likes my song.

Can mimic fights and sportive war Ravish'd I heard th' harmonious fair

With Schellembergh's demolith'd towers, Sing, like a dweller of the sky,

Or Blenheim's bloody field compare? My verses with a Scotian air ;

The bard would blush at Theron's speed, Then faints were not so blest as I.

When Marlborough mounts the fiery feed;

And the despairing foe's pursued In her the valued charms unite ;

I hrough towns and provinces subdued. She really is what all would seem,

Fond poet, spare thy empty boast, Gracefully handsome, wife and sweet :

In vain thy chariots raise lo great a dust; 'Tis merit to have her esteem.

Sce Britain's hero with whole armies flies, Your noble kinsman, her lov'd mate,

To execute his vast designs, Whole worth claims all the world's respect,

To pass the Scheld, to force the lines, Met in her love a smiling fare,

Swift as thy smoking car, to win th' Olympic prize. Which has, and must have, good effect.

But now, when, with diminish'd light, You both from one great lineage spring,

And beams more tolerably bright, Both from de Somervile, who came,

With less of grandeur and surprise, With William, England's conquering king,

Mild you descend to mortal eyes; To win fair plains, and lasting fame.

Your setring glories charm us more,

Than all your dazzling pomp before. Whichnour he left to's eldest son ;

Your worth is better understood, That first-born chief you represent :

The hero more distinctly view'd, His second came to Caledon,

Glad we behold him not so great as good. From whom our Somer'le takes defcent.

True virtue's amiable face On him and you may fate bestow

Improves, when shaded by disgrace; Sweet balmy health and cheerful fire,

A lively sense of conscious worth, As long's ye'd wish to live below,

Calls all her hidden beauties forth; Still bleft with all you would desire.

Darts through the gloom a lovely ray. O fir! oblige the world, and spread

And, by her own intrinsic light, creates a nobler In print those and your other lays;

day. This shall be better'd while they read,

Let fickle chance with partial hands divide And after-ages found your praise.

Her gaudy pomp, her tinsel pride; I could enlarge-but if I should

Who to her knaves and fools Tupplies On what you've wrote, my ode would run

Those favours which the brave despise. Too great a length-Your thoughts so crowd,

Let faction raise the saucy crowd, To note them all, I'd ne'er have donc.

And call her multitude to arms; Accept this offering of a muse,

Let envy's vipers hiss aloud, Who on her Pialand bills ne'er tires :

And rouse all hell with dire alarms: Nor should (when worth invites) refuse

Go shake the rocks, and bid the hills remove; To ling the person she admires.

Yet still the hero's mind shall be

Unchangeable, resolv'd, and free,

Fix'd on its base, firm as the throne of Jove. Dumbly infcribed to the Duke of Marlborough, upon his

Britons, look back on those auspicious days, Removal from all his Places.

On Ister's banks when your great leader stood,

And with your gasping foes incumber'd all the “ Virtus repulfæ nefcia fordidæ

flood. “ Intaminatis fulget honoribus,

Or when Ramillia's bloody plain “ Nec fumit, aut ponit secures,

Was fatten’d with the mighty Nain; “ Arbitrio popularis aurce."

Or when Blaregnia's ramparts were assail'd, Hor.

With force that heaven itself had scal'd. When, in meridian glory bright,

Did then reviling pens profane
You shine with more illustrious rays,

Your Marlborough's sacred name?
Above the muse's weaker flight,

Did noisy tribunes then debauch the crowd ? Above the pret's praile.

Did their unrighteous votes blasphenic aloud ? In vain the goddess mounts her native skies,

Did mercenary tools conspire In vain, with feeble wings, attempts to rise ; To curse the hero whom their foes admire ? In vain the toils to do her hero right,

No !—The contending oations sung his praise; Loft in excess of day, and boundless tracks of light. While bards of every clime The Theban swan with daring wings,

Exert their most triumphant lays, And force impetuous, soars on high,

No thought too great, no diction too sublime. Above the clouds sublimely fings,

Hail, glorious prince ! 'tis not for thee we grieve, Above the reach of,mostal eye.

For thy invulnerablc fame

No diminution can receive,

Nor foreign force, nor fa&ious rage, Thou, mighty man! art still the same,

Nor envy, nor devouring age, Thy purer gold eludes the flame;

Your lasting glory shall impair, This fiery trial makes thy virtue shine,

Time fhall mysterious truths declare, And persecution crowns thy brows with rays divine. And works of darkness shall disclose; But what, alas: shall fainting Europe do?

This blelling is reserv'd for you How stand the shock of her imperious foe? T' outlive the trophies to your merit due, What successor shall bear the weight

And malice of your foes. Of all our cares? and prop the fate?

If glorious actions, in a glorious cause, Since thou our Atlas art remov'd,

jf valour negligent of praise, O best deserving chief ! and therefore belt belov'd ? Deserving, yet retiring from applaase, To your own Blenheim's blissful seat,

In generous minds can great ideas raise : From this ungrateful world retreat ;

If Europe sav'd, and liberty restor’d, A gift unequal to that hero's worth,

By steady conduct, and a prosperous sword, Who from the peaceful Thames led our bold Bri

Can claim in free-born souls a just esteem; tons forth,

Britain's victorious chief Mall be To free the Danube and the Rhine ;

Rever'd by late poflerity,
Who by the thunder of his arms

The hero's pattern, and the poet's theme.
Shook the proud Rhône with loud alarms,
And rais'd a tempest in the trembling Seine.

After the long fatigues of war,
Repose your envy'd virtues here;

Occasioned by the Duke of Marlborough's embarking fer Enjoy, my lord, the sweet repast

Oftend, An. 1752.
Of all your glorious toils,
A plealure that thail ever last,

“ Interque mærentes amicos. The mighty comfort that proceeds

Egregius properavit exul.”

Hoe. From the just sense of virtuous deeds, (spoils Content with endless fame, contemn the meaner Ye powers, who rule the boundless deep, Pomona calls, and Pan invites,

Whose dread commands the winds obey, To rural pleasures, chalte delights;

To roll the waters on a heap, The orange and the citron grove

Or smooth the liquid way: Will by your hand alone improve;

Propitious hear Britannia's prayer, Would fain their gaudy liveries wear,

Britannia's hope is now your care, And wait your prcfence to revive the year.

Whom oft to yonder diftant shore, In this Elyfium, more than blett,

Your hospitable billows bore, Laugh at the vuigar's senseless hate,

When Europe in distress implor'd The politician's vain deceit,

Relief from his victorious sword; The fawning knave, the proud ingrate,

Who, when the mighty work was done, Revolve in your capacious breast

Tyrants repell’d, and battles won, The various unforeseen events,

On your glad waves, proud of the glorious load, And unexpe&ted accidents,

[grear. Through these your watery realms, in yearly triThat change the flatc'ring scene, and overturn the

umph rode. Frail are our hopes, and short the date

To winds and seas, distress'd he flies, Of grandeur's transitory state.

From storms at land, and fadion's 1pight: Corinthian brass shall melt away,

Though the more fickle crowd denies, And Parian marble shall decay ;

The winds, the scas, fhall do his virtue righta The valt Oolođus, that on either More

Be husht, ye winds! be still, ye feas ! Exulting food, is now no more;

Ye billows Ncep at ease, Arts and artificers shall die,

And in your rocky caverns rest! And in one common ruin lie.

Let all be calm as the great hero's breast. Behold your own majestic palace rise,

Here no unruly paflions reign, In haste to emulate the skies;

Nor servile fear, nor proud disdain, The gilded globes, the pointed spires :

Each wilder luft is banish'd hence,
See the proud dome's ambitious height, Where gentle love presides, and mild benevolence.
Emblem of power and pompous face,

Here no gloomy cares arise,
Above the clouds aspires :

Conscious honour ftill supplies,
Yet Vulcan's spight, or angry Jove,

Friendly hope, and peace of mind, May soon its towering pride reprove,

Such as dying martyrs find. Its painted glories soon efface,

Serene within, no guilt he knows, Divide the ponderous roof, and shake the solid base. While all his wrongs lit heavy on his foes. Material structures must submit to fate.

Say, muse, what hero shall I fing, But virtue which alone is truly great,

What great example bring,
Virtue like yours, my lord, Mall be

To parallel this mighty wrong,
Secure of immortality.

And with his graceful woes adorn my fong!

Shall brave Themistocles appear

Obdurate hearts cannot fuch mcrit move ? Before the haughty Persian's throne ?

The hero's valour, nor the patriot's love? While conquer'd chiefs confess their fear, Fly, goddess, fly this inauspicious place; And shatter'd fleets his triumphs own;

Spurn at the vile degenerate race, In admiration fix'd, the monarch stood,

Attend the glorious exile, and proclaim With secret joy, his glorious prize he view'd, In other climes his lasting fame, Of more intrinsic worth than provinces subdued. Where honeft hearts, unknowing to forget Or faithful Aristides, sent,

The bleflings frın his arms receiv'd, For being just, to banishment,

Confess with joy the mighty debt, He writ the rigid sentence down,

Their altars rescued, and their gods reliev'd. He pitied the misguided clown.

Nor fails the hero to a clime unknown, Or him, who, when brib'd orators mified

Cities preserv'd, their great deliverer own: The factious cribes, to hoftile Sparta Aled;

Impatient crowds about him press,
The sile ingrateful crowd,

And with fincere devotion blefs.
Proclaim'd their impious joy aloud,

Those plains, of ten years war the bloody stage, But soon the fools discover'd to their cost,

(Where panting nations ftruggled to be free Athens in Alcibiades was loft.

And life exchang'd for liberty) Or, if a Roman name delight thee more,

Retain the marks of ttern Bellona's rage, The great Dictator's fate deplore,

The doubtful hind mistakes the field Camillus against noisy faction bold,

His fruitless coil fo lately tillid: In vi&ories and triumphs old.

Here deep intrenchments funk, and vales appear, Ungrateful Rome!

The vain retreats of Gallic fear; Punith'd by heaven's avenging doom,

There new.created hills deform the plain, Soon shall thy ardent vows invite him home,

Big with the carnage of the Nain :
The mighty chieftain soon recall,
To prop the falling capital,

These monuments, when faction's spite

Has fpit its poisonous foam in vain, And save his country from the perjur'd Gaul.

To cndlese ages shall proclaim Search, muse, the dark records of time,

The matchless warrior's mighe. (right. And every shameful story trace,

The graves of laughter'd foes shall do his valour Black with injustice and disgrace,

These when the curious traveller When glorious merit was a crime;

Amaz'd shall view, and with attentive care Yet these, all these, but faintly can express

Trace the sad footsteps of destructive war; Folly without excuse, and madness in excess.

Successive bards shall tell,

(fell, The noblest object that our eyes can bless, How Marlborough fought, how gasping tyrants Is the brave man triumphant in distress;

Alternate chiefs confcss'd the victor's fame. Above the reach of partial fate,

Pleas'd and excus'd in their fucceffor's shame
Above the vulgar's praise or hate, (depress. In every change, in every form,
Whom no feign'd fmiles can raise, no real frowns The Proteus fele his conquering arm :

View him, ye Britons, on the naked fhore, Convinc'd of weakness, in extreme despair, (war.
Resolv'd to trult your faithless vows no more, They lurk'd behind their lines, and wag'd a lazy
That mighty man! who for ten glorious years Nor lines nor forts could calm the foldier's fear,
Surpass'd our hopes, prevented all our prayers. Surpris'd he found a Marlborough there.
A name, in every clime renown'd,

Nature, nor art, his eager rage with tood,
By nations bless'd, by monarchs crown'd. He measur'd diftant plains, he forc'd the rapid
In solemn jubilees our days we spent,

food, Our hearts exulting in each grand event.

He fought, he conquer'd, he pursued. Factions applaud the man they hate, (wait. In years advanc'd, with youthful vigour warmd, And with regret, to pay their painful homage The work of ages in a day perfom'd. Have I not seen this crowded shore,

When kindly gleams dissolve the winter snows With multitudes all cover'd o'er ?

From Alpine hills, with such impetuous hafte While hills and groves their joy proclaim,

The icy torrent flows; And cchoing rocks return his name.

In vain the rocks oppofc, Attentive to the lovely form they gaze : It drives along enlarg'd, and lays the regions waste. He with a cheerful smile,

Stop, goddel-, thy presumptuous flight, Glad to revisit this his parent ifle,

Nor foar to such a dangerous height, Flies from their incense, and escapes their praise. Raise not the ghost of his departed fame, Yes, Britons, view him ftill unmov'd,

To pierce our conscious souls with guilty thame :
Unchang'd, though less belov'd.

But tune thy harp to humbler lays,
His generous soul no deep resentment fires, Nor méditate offensive praise.
But, blushing for his country's crimes, the kind
good man retires.

Ev'n now he fights for this devoted ille, Occafioned by his purchasing an Eftate in Warwichfire
And labours to preserve his native soil, [pares,
Piverts the vengcance which just heaven pre-

" _En erit unquam Accus’d, disarm’d, protects us with his prayers. « Wle dies, mihi cum liceat cua dicere fa&a !

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