II.

Now am I delug'd with Surprize,

O'erwhelm'd my Brain, o'ercaft my Eyes;

Alarm and Wonder o'er me rowl,

And turn to Ecftafie my Soul.

III.

What Rays of Beauty round her play,

And kindle up a sprightlier Day!

What Beams of Virtue all confeft

Send more than Sun-fhine thro' my Breast!

IV.

Hark, hark; how fweetly fpeaks my Dear!

O hear, my Ears, for ever hear:

See, fee what Smiles her Looks imblaze!

O gaze, my Eyes, for ever gaze.

V.

Still near Thee, Charmer, let me ftay,

And look and hear my Life away;

On

On Thee attend, with Thee abide,

And, where my Heart refides, refide.

VI.

Of Freedom now no more I boast,

Enamour'd, vanquifh'd, captive, loft;
I figh, I burn, I faint, I fall,

Who took'ft my Heart, Ó take me All.

To Mr. FENTON, on his Tragedy of Mariamne.

A

CCEPT, great Bard, the Tribute of my [Praife; Tho' tuneless be my Voice, and rude my [Lays:

With thy ambrofial Banquet, Heav'nly Food! My Soul replete, breaks forth in Gratitude: How ardent are the Transports which I feel! Nor Words can paint them, nor my Heart conceal, Where-e'er thy fruitful Genius leads the Way, My Paffions, of thy Guidance proud, obey;

From

From Grief to Joy, from Rage to tender Love, In exquifite Variety I rove.

Now I am rapt into the gloomy Glade,

Where flits before my Eyes the Princely Shade;
Perfeus I fee, from Regal Grandeur toft,
And all the Macedonian Glories loft.

With bright Arfinoe's Joys my Soul dilates,
When Conftancy fubdues her adverse Fates.
When for her darling Child her Tears o'erflow
I Sympathize in Mariamne's Woe.

Ev'n Herod, tho' by Ufurpation great,

Tho' fell Destruction stalk'd around his State,
Tho' Royal Afmonaan Blood he shed,

Nor lamblike Innocence his Fury fled;

[Hands,

When drawn by Thee, when paffing thro' thy Sufpends our Anger, and our Tears demands: With Pity we behold his wild Excess,

And moan the Savage Tyrant's deep Distress.

Let

Let the mean Wretch enjoy his fordid Hire, To Venal Poetry who ftrings his Lyre;

Pleas'd with th' ignoble Fame of one short Day,
And then in dark Oblivion fades away;

Content a partial faint Applause to raise,
And hazard all his Store of labour'd Praife.

Thou foar'st a higher Pitch, thy facred Verse
Pofterity with Raptures fhall rehearse:
A perfect Model thy great Work shall stand,"
In every Language, and in every Land.

Thus the vain Libertine his Time destroys In riotous Debauch, and fenfual Joys; In short-liv'd ignominious Pleasure rowls, Trifling his Span of Life o'er flowing Bowls. But the true Heroe glows with pious Rage, Treads with Neglect this tranfitory Stage; To nobler Views transfers his just Regard, Eternity and Heav'n his Aim and his Reward.

Он

F

ALEXANDER & XERXES.

In Latin and English.

Let Macedo, fibi totum ubi debellaverat orbem,
Indignans armis nil fupereffe fuis.

Flet Xerxes, quòd nemo fuis de millibus, ætas
Proxima cum veniet, nemo fuperftes erit.
Nolo tuas, Macedo, lachrymas: ego laudo dolorem
Humanum; & tecum, Perfa, dolere volo.

T

HE Macedonian Youth with Tears deplor'd

[Sword.

The scanty Globe should flint his conqu❜ring Xerxes in Tears diffolv'd, to think how foon His num'rous Hoft would All be dead and gone. The Perfian's jufter Tears my Praise employ ; Admire who will the froward Gracian Boy.

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