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For living man's security,
Then in rich Saturn's peaceful ttate
Were they for sacred treasures plac'd,
'The Mufc-discovered warld of Ifards Fortunate. So healthful a fair-day beget,
Soft-fvoted winds with tuneful voices there
Dance through the perfum'd air;
There silver rivers through enamcld meadows
glide, Viciffitudes which thy great race pursue,
And golden trees enrich their fide; E'cr since the fatal son his father flew,
Th’ illustrious leaves no dropping autumn fear, And did old oracle: fuifil
And jewels for their fruit they bear, of Gods that cannot lye, for they foretell but
Which by the blest are gathered their own will.
For bracelets to the arm, and garlards to the head. Erynnis saw 't, and made in her own feed
Here all the Heroes, and their Poets, live;
Wisc Khadamanthus did the sentence give,
Who for his justice was thought ft
With sovereign Saturn on the bench to fit.
Here great Achilles, wrathsul row no more,
Since his blest mother (who before,
Had try'd it on his body' in vain)
Which did from thence a divine hardness take,
That does from paffion and from vice in vulncraIhmus and Nemca does twice happy see;
ble make. For the well-natur'd honour there, Which with thy brother thou didst hare,
To Theron, Muse! bring back thy wandering Was to thee double grown
song, By not being all thine own;
Wham thosc bright troops expect impatier.dy; And those kind pious glories do defice
And may they do 1o long! The old fraternal quarrel of thy race.
How, noble archer! do thy wanton arrows fly Grcatnd's of mind and furtune too
At all the game that does but cross thine eye;
Shoot, and spare not, for I see
Thy founding quiver can ne'er emptied be.
Lei Art use method and good-husbandry,
Art lives on Nature's alnis, is weak and poor; This without that is blind, that without this is
Nature herself has unexhausted fore,
Waliows in wealth, and runs a turning maze,
That ro vulgai cye can tracc.
Art, instead of mounting high,
About her humble food does hovering fly;
Like the ignoble crow, rapine and sofe does lore;
Whilft Nature, like the facred bird of Jove, And put them out to Fame for icterest;
Now bears loud thunder; and anon with silent joy
The beauteous Phrygian boy
And sometinies basks in th' open flames of day; and know 'Th' account they must hereafter givc bclow;
And fonietimes tou he fhrowds
His soaring wings among the clouds.
Leave, wanton Muse! thy roving flight;
To thy loud fring the well-fietcht arrow put;
Let Agrigentrim be the Butt, The hea'y necessary effects of voluntary faults.
And Theron be the White.
And, left the name of verse should give
By the Caitalian waters swear
(A facred oath oo poets dare Where neither Want docs pinch, nor Plenty cloy: To take in vair,
There neither carth nor fca they plow, No more than Gods do that of Styx prophane),
Swear, in no city e'er before,
Swear, that Theron sure has sworn
Swear, tbat none e'er had such a gracefulart
With an uncovicus hand, and an unbounded bear.
About the fields and flowery meads,
'To mountains they for shelter pray, withers, and all inferior beauteous things,
The mountains shake, and run about no less conLike the laborious bee,
fus'd than they. For little drops of honey flee, adian: there with humble sweets contents her in- Stop, stop, my Nuse! allay thy vigorous heat,
Kindled at a hint so great; dustry.
Hold thy Pindaric Pegalus closely in,
Which does to rage begin,
'Tis an unruly and a hard-mouth'd horse, INDA
Fierce and unbroken yet,
Inpatient of the spur or bit;
Disửains the servile law of any settled pace, ulari, To give the fruitsul year a birth) Than Verse to Virtue; which can do
Conscious and proud of his own natural force. le midwife's office and the nurse's too ;
"Twill no unskilful touch endure, specs feeds it strongly, and it clothes it gay,
But flings writer and reader too, that fits not sure. And, when it dies, with comely pride - 100 mbalms it, and erects a pyramid claim
That never will decay favorite Till heaven itselfølhall melt away,
THE MUS E. ? ad nought behind it stay.
Yo, the rich chariot instantly prepare; feep cugin the song, and Atrike the living lyre ; how the years to come, a numerous and well-Unruly Fancy with strong Judgment trace;
Put in rimble-footed Wit, fitted quire,
Smvoth-pac'd Eloquence join with it; wotal hand in hand do decently advance,
Sound Memory with young Invention place; and to my sung with smooth and equal measures
Harnets all the winged racc. dance! r233-bilt the dance lasts, how long fue'er it be,
Let the postillion Nature mount, and let
The coachman Art be set; EdHy music's voice shall bear it company ;
And let the airy footmen, running all beside, Label till all genele notes be drown'd
Mike a long row of goodly pride, In the last trumpet's dreadful found: = Phat to the spheres themselves shall filence bring, Figures, Conceits, Raptures, and Sentences,
In a well-worded dress;
And innocent Loves, and pleasant Truths, and
useful Lyes, od met And all th’ harmonious worlds on high,
In all their gaudy liveries. and Virgil's facred work, shall dic:
Mount, glorious Queen! thy travelling throne, sit And he himself fhall see in one fire shine
And bid it to put on; Rich Nature's ancient Troy, though built by
For long, though cheerful, is the way, hands divine.
And life, alas! allows but one ill winter's day.
Where never fout of nian, or hoof of bealt,
The passage press’:/;
Where never fish did fly,
And with short filver wings cut the low liquid sky; This mightier found thall make
Where bird with painted oars did ne'er
Row through the trackless ocean of the air ; And open tombs, and open eyes,
Where never yet did pry To the long fluggards of five thousand years!
The busy morning's curious eye; This mightier found fhall make its hearers ears.
The wheels of thy bold coach pass quick and free, Then fall the scatter'd atoms crowding come
And all's an open road to thee!
Whatever God did Say.
is all thy plain and fmooth uninterrupted way! Some from earth, and some from seas;
Nay, ev’n beyond his works thy voyages are Some from beasts, and some from trees;
Thou 'hast thousand worlds too of thine own. Some descend from clouds on high, Some from metals upwards fly,
Thou speak'st, great Queen! in the same ftylo And, where th' attending soul naked and shivering and a new world leaps forth when thou say't,
as He: stands,
“ Let it be.” Meer, salute, and join their hands; As dispers'd fuldiers, at the trumpet's call,
Thou fathom'it the deep gulf of
ages past, Haste to their colours all.
And canst pluck up with ease Unhappy most, like tortur'd men,
The years which thou dost please ; Theis joints new fet, to be new-sack'd again,
Like Mipwreck'd treasures, by rude tempests cast
Long since into the sea,
But, as in time each great imperial race Brought up again to light and public use by thee, Degenerates, and gives fume new one place : Nor dost thou only dive so low,
So did this noble empire waste,
Sunk hy degrees from glories past,
at last : There into the close nests of Time dost peep,
ght but words it grew, And there, with picrcing eye,
And those all barbarous too : Through the firm shell and the thick white, dort It perish'd, and it vanish'd there, Гру
The life and soul, breath'd out, became but empty Years to conic a-forming lie,
air ! Close in their sacred fecundine asleep, Till, hatch'd by the sun's vital heat,
The fields, which answer'd well the ancients' Which o'er them yet does brooding set,
plough, The life and motion get,
Spent and out-worn, return no harvest now; And, ripe at last, with vigorous might
In barren age wild and unglorious lie, Break through the shell, and take their everlast
And boast of past fertility, ing flight!
The poor relief of present poverty.
Food and fruit we now must want,
Unless now lands we plant.
We break-up tombs with facrilegious hands; If pait and future times do thee obey.
Old rubhith we remove; Thou stop'st this current, and doft make To walk in ruins, like vain ghosts, we love, This running river settle like a lake;
And with fond divining wands Thy certain hand holds fast this flippery snake!
We search among the dead The fruit which does so quickly waste,
For trcasures buried: Men scarce can see it, much less taste,
Whilst still the liberal earth does hold Thou comfiteft in sweets to make it last.
So many virgin-mines of undiscover'd gold.
The Baltic, Euxine, and the Caspian,
And lender-limb’d Mediterranean,
Seem narrow creeks to thee, and only fit
For the poor wretched fisher-boats of wit :
Thy nobler vessel the vast ocean trics, Makes this one short point of time
And nothing fees but seas and skies,
Till unknown regions it descries,
For thy learn'd America is
Not only found-out first by thee,
And rudely left to future industry,
But thy eloquence and thy wit,
Has planted, peopled, built, and civiliz'd, it.
I little thought before
(Nor, being my own self so poor, 'Tis only God can know
Could conprehend so vast a store) Whether the fair idea thou doft flow
That all the wardrobe of rich Eloquence
Could have afforded hall enough,
Of hright, of new, and lasting stuff, 'Tis so like truth, 'will serve our turn as well.
To cioathe the mighty limbs of thy gigantic fenfe. Just, as in Nature, thy proportions be,
Thy solid reason, like the shield from heaven As full of concord their variety,
To the Trojan hero given,
Too strong to take a mark from any mortal dart, As firm the parts upon their centre reft,
Yet thines with gold and gems in every part, And all so solid are, that they, at least As much as Nature, emptiness detoit.
And wonders on it grav'd by the learo'd hand of
Art! Long did the mighty Stagyrite retain
A shield that gives delight The universal intellectual reign,
Ev'n to the enemies' fight,
Upon thy reverend head,
But all which thou hast been,