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Strong Labour got up.-With his pipe in his

He stoutly strode over the dale, (mouth, He lent new perfumes to the breath of the

south,

On his back hung his wallet and fail. Behind him came Health from her cottage of

thatch,
Where never physician had lifted the latch.
First of the village Collin was awake,
And thus he sung reclining on his rake.

Now the rural graces three
Dance beneath yon maple tree;
First the vestal Virtue, known
By ber adamantine zone ;
Next to her in rosy pride,
Sweet Society the bride;
Last Honesty, full seemly drest

In her cleanly home-spun vest.
The abbey bells in wak’ning rounds

The warning peal have giv'n; And pious Gratitude resounds

Her morning hymn to Heav'n.
All nature wakes--the birds unlock their throats,
And mock the shepherd's rustic notes.

All alive o'er the lawn,
Full glad of the dawn,

The little lambkins play,
Sylvia and Sol arise,--and all is day-

Come, my mates, let us work,

And all hands to the fork,
While the Sun shines, our hay-cocks to make,

So fine is the day,

And so fragrant the hay,
That the meadow's as blith as the wake.

In the middle of the ring,
Mad with May, and wild of wing,
Fire-ey'd Wantonness shall sing.
By the rivulet on the rushes,
Beneath a canopy of bushes,
Where the ever-faithful Tray,
Guards the dumplins and the whey,
Collin Clout and Yorkshire Will

From the leathern bottle swill.
Their scythes upon the adverse bank

Glitter 'mongst th' entangled trees, Where the hazles form a rank,

And court'sy to the courting breeze.
Ah! Harriot! sovereign mistress of my heart,

Could I thee to these meads decoy,
New grace to each fair object thou’dst impart,
And heighten ev'ry scene to perfect joy.

On a bank of fragrant thyme,
Beneath yon stately, shadowy pine,
We'll with the well-disguised hook
Cheat the tenants of the brook ;
Or where coy Daphne's thickest shade
Drives amorous Phæbus from the glade,
There read Sidney's high-wrought stories,
Of ladies charms and heroes glories ;
Thence fir'd, the sweet narration act,
And kiss the fiction into fact.

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Our voices let's raise

In Phæbus's praise, Inspir'd by so glorious a theme,

Our musical words

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

A NOON-PIECE;

From the Sun and from the show'r,
Haste we to yon boxen bow'r,
Secluded from the teasing pry
Of Argus' curiosity :
There, while Phæbus' golden mean,
The gay meridian is seen,
Ere decays the lamp of light, (night-
And length’ning shades stretch out to
Seize, seize the hint-each hour improve
(This is morality in love)
Lend, lend thine hand, let me view
Thy parting breasts, sweet avenue !
Then, then thy lips, the coral cell
Where all th' ambrosial kisses dwell!
Thus we'll each sultry noon employ
In day-dreams of ecstatic joy.

OR, THE MOWERS AT DINNER.

ODE XIII.
Jam pastor umbras cum grege languido,
Rivumque fessus quærit, & horridi
Dumeta Silvani, caretque

Ripa vagis taciturna ventis. HOR.
The Sun is now too radiant to behold,
And vehement he sheds bis liquid rays of gold :
No cloud appears thro' all the wide expanse ;

And short, but yet distinct and clear,

To the wanton whistling air
The mimic shadows dance.

Fat Mirth, and Gallantry the gay,
And romping Ecstasy'gin play.
Now myriads of young Cupids rise,
And open all their joy-bright eyes,
Filling with infant prate the grove,
And lisp in sweetly-fault'ring love

A NIGHT-PIECE.
OR, MODERN PHILOSOPHY.

ODE XIV.
Dicetur meritâ nox quoque nonià.

HOR. 'Twas when bright Cynthia with her silver car,

Soft stealing from Endymion's bed,

Had call'd forth ev'ry glit'ring star, And up th’ascent of Heav'n her brilliant host had

led.

Night with all her negro train,

Heav'ns! how you glide !-her neck-her chest
Took possession of the plain ;

Does she move, or does she rest ?
In an hearse she rode reclin'd,
Drawn by screech-owls slow and blind :

As those roguish eyes advance,
Close to her, with printless feet,

Let me catch their side-long glance,
Crept Stillness in a winding sheet.

Soon-or they'll clude my sight,
Next to her deaf Silence was seen,

Quick as lightning, and as bright.
Treading on tip-toes over the green; Thus the bashful Pleiad cheats
Softly, lightly, gently she trips,

The gazer's eye, and still retreats,
Still holding her fingers seal'd to her lips.

Then peeps again-then skulks unseen,
You could not see a sight,

Veil'd behind the azure skreen.
You could not hear a sound,

Like the ever-toying dove,
But what confess'd the night,

Smile immensity of love;
And horrour deepen'd round.

Be Venus in each outward part,
Beneath a myrtle's melancholy shade,

And wear the vestal in your heart.
Sophron the wise was laid:

When I ask a kiss, or som
And to the answ'ring wood these sounds convey'd: Grant it with a begging nc,

While others toil within the town, And let each rose that decks your face
And to fortune smile or frown,

Blush assent to my embrace.
Fond of trifles, fond of toys,
And married to that woman, Noise ;
Sacred Wisdom be my care,

ON THE FIFTH OF DECEMBER,
And fairest Virtue, Wisdom's heir.

BEING THE BIRTH-DAY OF A BEAUTIFUL YOUNG LADY. His speculations thus the sage begun,

ODE XVI.
When, lo! the neighbouring bell
In solemn sound struck one :-

Hait, eldest of the monthly train,
He starts and recollects he was engag'd to Sire of the winter drear,
Nell.

December, in whose iron reign
Then op be sprang nimble and light,

Expires the chequer'd year. And rapp'd at fair Ele'nor's door;

Hush all the blust'ring blasts that blow, He laid aside virtue that night,

And proudly plum'd in silver snow,
And next mom por'd in Plato for more.

Smile gladly on this blest of days.
The livery'd clouds shall on thee wait,
And Phæbus shine in all his state

With more than summer rays.

Tho' jocund June may justly boast
ON MISS

Long days and happy hours,

Tho' August be Fomona's host,
ODE XV.

And May be crown'd with flow'rs ;

Tell June, his fire and crimson dies, Loxo, with undistinguish'a flame,

By Harriot's blush and Harriot's eyes,

Eclips'd and vanquish'd, fade away: I lor'd each fair, each witty dame.

Tell August, thou canst let him see My heart the belle-assembly gain’d,

A richer, riper fruit than he,
And all an equal sway maintain’d.

A sweeter flow'r than May.
But when you came, you stood confess'd
Sole saltana of my breast;

ODE FOR MUSIC
For you eclips'd, supremely fair,
All the whole seraglio there.

ON SAINT CECILIA'S DAY,
In this her mien, in that her grace,

Hanc Vos, Pierides festis cantate calendis, In a third I lor'd a face ;

Et testudinea, Phæbe superbe, lyrå

Hoc solenne sacrum multos celebretur in annos, But you in ev'ry feature shine Universally divine.

Dignior est vestro nulla puella choro.

TIBULLUS.
What can those tumid paps excel,
Do they sink, or do they swell?
While those lovely wanton eyes

PREFACE.
Sparkling meet them, as they rise.

The author of the following piece has been Thus is silver Cynthia seen,

told, that the writing an ode on St. Cecilia's Day, Glistening o'er the glassy green,

I Miss Harriot Pratt of Downbam, in Norfolk, While attracted swell the waves,

to whom our author was long and unsuccessfully Emerging from their inmost caves.

attached, and who was the subject also of the

Cramb. Ballad, and other verses in this collecWhen to sweet sounds your steps you suit,

tion, C. And weave the minuet to the lute,

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fter Mr. Dryden and Mr. Pope, would be great hess and purity of Horace. Dryden's is certainly presumption, which is the reason he detains the

the more elevated performance of the two, but header in this place to make an apology, much by no means so much so as people in general will against his will, be having all due contempt for have it. There are few that will allow any sort the impertinence of prefaces. In the first place of comparison to be made between them. This then, it will be a little hard (he thinks) if he is in soine measure owing to that prevailing but should be particularly mark'd out for censure, absurd custom which has obtained from Horace's3 many others having written on the same subject time even to this day, viz. of preferring authors without any such imputations; but they, (it may to the bays by seniority. Had Mr. Pope written be) did not live long enough to be laughed at, or, first, the mob, that judge by this rule, would by some lucky means or other, escaped those

have given him the preference; and the rather, shrewd remarks, which, it seems, are reserved because in this piece he does not deserve it. for him. In the second place, this subject was

It would not be right to conclude, without not his choice, but imposed upon him by a gen- taking notice of a fine subject for au ode on St. tleman very eminent in the science of music, for Cecilia's Day, which was suggested to the author whom he has a great friendship, and who is, by by his friend the learned and ingenious Mr. his good sense and humanity, as much elevated Comber, late of Jesus College in this university; above the generality of mankind, as by his ex

that is David's playing to king Saul when he was quisite art he is above most of his profession. troubled with the evil spirit

. He was much The request of a friend, undoubtedly, will be pleased with the bint at first, but at length was sneered at by some as a stale and antiquated apn- 'deterred from improving it by the greatness of logy: it is a very good one notwithstanding, the subject, and he thinks not without reason. which, is manifest even from it's triteness ; for it The chusing too high subjects has been the ruin can never be imagined, that so many excellent of many å tolerable genius. There is a good authors

, as well as bad ones, would have rule which Fresnoy prescribes to the painters ; made use of it, had they not been convinced of which is likewise applicable to the poets. it's cogency.

As for the writer of this piece, he will rejoice in being derided, not only for oblig- Supremam in tabulis lucem captare dici ing his friends, but any honest man whatsoever, Insanus labor artificum ; cum attingere tan

tum

(lucem; so far as may be in the power of a person of his mean abilities. He does not pretend to equal

Non pigmenta queant: auream sed Vespere the very worst parts of the two celebrated per- Seu modicum mane albentem; sive ætheris formances already extant on the subject; which acknowledgment alone will, with the good-na- Post hyemen nimbis transfuso sole caducam; tured and judicious, acquit him of presuniption;

Seu nebulis sultam accipient, tonitruque rubecause these pieces, bowever excellent upon

bentem. the whole, are not without their blemishes. There is in them both an exact unity of design,

The ARGUMENT. which though in compositions of another nature Stanza I, II. Invocation of men and angels to a beauty, is an impropriety in the Pindaric,

join in the praise of S. Cecilia. The divine which should consist in the vehemence of sud

origin of music. Stanza III. Art of music, den and unlook'd for transitions: hence chiefly

or it's miraculous power over the brute and init derives that enthusiastic fire and wildness,

animate creation exemplified in Waller, and which, greatly distinguish it from other species

Stanza IV, V, in Arion. Stanza VI. the naof poesy. In the first stanza of Dryden' and in

ture of music, or it's power over the passions. the fifth of Pope?, there is an air, which is so

Instances of this in it's exciting pity. Stanza far from being adapted to the majesty of an ode,

VII. In promoting courage and military virthat it would make no considerable figure in a

Stanza VIII. Excellency of church muballad. And lastly, they both conclude with a

sic. Air to the memory of Mr. Purcell.turn which has something too epigrammatical in

Praise of the crgan and it's inventress Saint it. Bating these trifles, they are incomparably

Cecilia. beautiful and great ; neither is there to be found two more finish'd pieces of lyric poetry in our

1. language, L'Allegro and Il Penseroso of Milton excepted, which are the finest in any. Dryden's

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Rom your lyre-enchanted tow'rs,
is the more sublime and magnificent; but Pope's Ye musically mystic pow'rs,
is the more elegant and correct; Dryden has the Ye, that inform the tuneful spheres,
tire and spirit of Pindar, and Pope has the terse Inaudible to mortal ears,

While each orb in ether swims
Happy, happy, happy pair,

Accordant to th' inspiring hymns ;
None but the brave,
None but the brave,

3 It seems to have been otherwise in Homer's time; None but the brave deserve the fair.

Την γαρ αιοδήν μαλλον επικλειοσ' ανθρωποι

“Ητις ακαντεσσι νεωτατη αμφιπιληται.
2 Thus song cou'd prevail

Homer Odyss. a.
O'er Death, and o'er Hell,
A conquest how hard and how glorious !

And Pindar would have it otherwise in bis,
Tho Fate had fast bound her

αινει γε Παλαιον
With Styx nine times round her.

μεν οινον, ανθεα δ' υμνων Yet Music and Love were victorious.

νεωτερών

-Olymp. 9.

tue.

Hither Paradise remove

Spreads the placid bed of peace,
Spirits of Harmony and Love!

While each blast,
Thou too, divine Urania, deign t'appear,

Or breathes it's last,
And with thy sweetly-solemn lute

Or just does sigh a symphony and cease.
To the grand argument the numbers suit;

CHORUS.
Such as sublime and clear,
Replete with heavenly love,

Neptune, &c. &c.
Charm th' epraptur'd souls above.

IV.
Disdainful of fantastic play,

Behold Arion-on the stern he stands
Mix on your ambrosial tongue

Pall'd in theatrical attire,
Weight of sense with sound of song, To the mute strings he moves th’enliv'ning hands,
And be angelically gay.

Great in distress, and wakes the golden lyrer
CHORUS.

While in a tender Orthian strain

He thus accosts the mistress of the main :
Disdainful, &c. &c.

By the bright beams of Cynthia's eyes
II.

Thro' which your waves attracted rise,

And actuate the hoary deep ;
And you, ye sons of Harmony below,

By the secret coral cell,
How little less than angels, when ye sing ! Where love, and joy, and Neptune dwell
With emulation's kindling warmth shall glow,

And peaceful floods in silence sleep :
And from your mellow-modulating throats

By the sea-flow'rs, that immerge
The tribute of your grateful notes

Their heads around the grotto's verge,
In anion of piety shall bring.

Dependent from the stooping stem;
Shall Echo from her vocal cave

By each roof-suspended drop,
Repay each note, the shepherd gave,

That lightly lingers on the top,
And shall not we our mistress praise

And hesitates into a gem;
And give her back the borrow'd lays ?

By thy kindred wat'ry gods,
But farther still our praises we pursue ;

The lakes, the riv'lets, founts and floods,
For ev'n Cecilia, mighty maid,

And all the pow'rs that live unseen
Confess'd she had superior aid-

Underneath the liquid green;
She did-

and other rites to greater pow'rs are due. Great Ainphitrite (for thou can'st biad
Higher swell the sound and higher :

The storm and regulate the wind)
Let the winged numbers climb: Hence waft ine, fair goddess, oh, waft me away,
To the Heav'n of Heav'ns aspire,

Secure from the men and the monsters of prey !
Solemn, sacred, and sublime:

CHORUS
From Heav'n music took it's rise,
Return it to it's native skies.

Great Amphitrite, &c. &c.

V.
CHORUS.

He sung-The winds are charm'd to sleep,
Higher swell the sound, &c. &c.

Soft stillness steals along the deep,
III.

The Tritons and the Nereids sigh

In soul-reflecting sympathy,
Music's a celestial art;

And all the andience of waters weep.
Cease to wonder at it's pow'r,

But Amphitrite her Dolphin sends the same,
Thoʻlifeless rocks to motion start,

Which erst to Neptune brought the nobly perjurid Tho' trees dance lightly from the bow'r,

dameTho' rolling floods in sweet suspense

Pleas'd to obey, the beauteous monster flies, Are held, and listen into sense.

And on his scales as the gilt Sun-beams play, $ In Penhurst's plains when Waller, sick with love,

Ten thousand variegated dies
Has found some silent solitary grove,

In copious streams of lustre rise,
Where the vague Moon-beams pour a silver flood Rise o'er the level majn and signify his way,
Of trem'lous light athwart th' unshaven wood,

And now thejoyous bard, in triumph bore, Within an hoary moss-grown cell,

Rides the voluminous wave, and makes the wish'd He lays his careless limbs without reserve,

for shore. And strikes, impetuous strikes each quer'lous

Come, ye festive, social throng nerve

Who sweep the lyre, or pour the song,
Of his resounding shell.

Your noblest melody employ,
In all the woods, in all the plains

Such as becomes the mouth of joy,
Around a lively stillness reigns;

Bring the sky-aspiring thought,
The deer approach the secret scene,

With bright expression richly wrought,
And weave their way thro' Jabyrinths green ; And hail the Muse ascending on her throne,
While Philomela learns the lay,

The main at length subdued, and all the world And answers from the neighbouring bay.

her own,
But Medway, inelancholy mute,

CHORUS
Gently on his urn reclines,
And all attentive to the lute,

Comel ye festive, &c. &c.
In uncomplaining anguish pines : 4 Fabulantur Græci hanc perpetuam Deis vir-
The crystal waters weep away,

ginitatem vobisse : sed cum a Neptuno sollicitaAnd bear the tidings to the sea :

retur ad Atlantem confugisse, ubi a Delphino Neptune in the boisterous seas persuasa Neptuno assensit. Lilius Gyraldus.

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VI.

Blow on, ye sacred organs, blow, But o'er th' affections too she claims the sway,

In tones magnificently slow; Pierces the human heart,and steals the soul away,

Such is the music, such the lays, And as attractive sounds move high or low,

Which suit your fair inventress' praise : Th' obedient ductile passions ebb and flow,

While round religious silence reigns, Has any nymph her faithful lover lost,

And loitering winds expect the strains. And in the visions of the night,

Hail majestic mournful measure, And all the day-dreams of the light,

Source of many a pensive pleasure ! In sorrow's tempest turbulently tost

Best pledge of love to mortals giv'n, From her cheeks the roses die,

As pattern of the rest of Heav'n!
The radiations vanish from her Sun-bright eye,

And thou chief honour of the veil,
And her breast, the throne of love,

Hail, harmonious Virgin, hail !
Can hardly, hardly, hardly move,

When Death shall blot out every name,
'To send th' ambrosial sigh.

And Time shall break the trump of Fame, But let the skilful bard appear,

Angels may listen to thy lute; And pour the sounds medicinal in her ear ;

Thy pow'r shall last, thy bays shall bloom,
Sing some sad, some plaintive ditty,

When tongues shall cease, and worlds consume,
Steept in tears, that endless flow,

And all the tuneful spheres be mute.
Melancholy notes of pity,

GRAND CHORUS.
Notes that mean a world of woe;

When Death shall blot out every name, &c.
She too shall sympathize, she too shall moan,
And pitying others' sorrows sigh away her own.
CHORUS.

HYMN
Sing some sad, some &c. &c.

TO THE SUPREME BEING,
VII.

ON RECOVERY FROM A DANGEROUS FIT OF ILLNESS.
Wake, wake, the kettle-drum, prolong
The swelling trumpet's silver song,
And let the kindred accents pass

TO DOCTOR JAMES.
Thru' the horn's meandring brass.
Arise The patriot Muse invites to war,

DEAR SIR,
And mounts Bellona's brazen car;

Having made an humble offering to him, with-
While Harniony, terrific maid !
Appears in martial ponip array'd:

out whose blessing your skill, admirable as it is, The sword, the target, and the lance

would have been to no purpose, I think myself She wields, and as she moves, exalts the Pyrrhic) bound by all the ties of gratitude, to render my dance.

next acknowledginents to you, who, under God, Trembles the Earth, resound the skies- restored me to health from as violent and danSwift o'er the feet, the camp she flies

gerous a disorder, as perhaps ever man survived. With thunder in her voice and lightning inher eyes. just tribute, since this was the third time, that

And my thanks become more particularly your
The gallant warriors engage
With inextinguishable rage,

your judgment and medicines rescued me from
And hearts unchill'd with fear;

the grave, permit me to say, in a manner almost

miraculous.
Fame numbers all the chosen bands,

Ifit be meritorious to have investigated medi-
Full in the front fair Vict'ry stands

cines for the cure of distempers, either overlook-
And Triumph crowns the rear.

ed or disregarded by all your predecessors, milCHORUS.

.lions yet unborn will celebrate the man, who
The gallant warriors, &c. &c.

wrote the Medicinal Dictionary, and invented
the Fever Powder.

Let such considerations as these, arm you with
VIII.

constancy against the impotent attacks of those
But hark the temple's hollow'd roof resounds, whose interest interferes with that of mankind;
And Purcell lives along the solemm sounds- and let it not displease you to have those for your
Mellifluous, yet manly too,

particular enemies, who are foes to the public He pours his strains along,

in general.
As from the lion Sampson flew,

It is no wonder, indeed, that some of the re-,
Comes sweetness from the strong. tailers of medicines should zealously oppose
Not like the soft Italian swains,

whatever might endanger their trade; but 'tis
He trills the weak enervate strains, amazing that there should be any physicians

Where sense and music are at strife; mercenary and mean enough to pay their court
His vigorous notes with meaning teem, to, and ingratiate themselves with, such per-
With fire, with force explain the theme, sons, by the strongest efforts to prejudice the

And sing the subject into life. inventor of the Fever Powder at the expense of
Attend-he sings Cecilia-matchless dame! honour, dignity, and conscience. Believe me

'Tis she'tis she-food to extend her fame, however, and let this be a part of your consolaOn the loud chords the notes conspire to stay,

tion, that there are very few physicians in BriAnd sweetly swell into a long delay,

tain, who were born gentlemen, and whose for. And dwell delighted on her name.

tunes place them above such sordid dependen

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