Who nobler, prouder far than he is, Ador'd his chambermaid Briseis.

The thund'ring Ajax Venus lays
In love's inextricable maze,

His slave Tecmessa makes him vield,
Now mistress of the sevenfold shield.
Atrides with his captive play'd,

Who always shar'd the bed she made.

'Twas at the ten years siege, when all The Trojans fell in Hector's fall, When Helen rul'd the day and night,

And made them love and made them fight;
Each hero kiss'd his maid, and why,
Though I'm no hero, may not I?

Who knows? Polly perhaps may be
A piece of ruin'd royalty.

She has (I cannot doubt it) been

The daughter of some mighty queen;
But fate's irremeable doom

Has chang'd her sceptre for a broom.

Ah! cease to think it-how can she,

So generous, charming, fond, and free,
So lib'ral of her little store,
So heedless of amassing more,
Have one drop of plebeian blood
In all the circulating flood?

But you, by earping at my fire,
Do but betray your own desire-
Howe'er proceed-made tame by years,
You'll raise in me no jealous fears.
You've not one spark of love alive,
For, thanks to Heav'n, you're forty-five.

Georgium expecto, Salis architectumi
Duplicis vafrum satis, æmulo que
Spero vos iuter fore nunc, ut olim,
Nobile bellum.

Dumque lucubrata per omne longi
Frigoris sæclum pueros tenellos
Alma nox pictas videt otiosos

Volvere chartas.

Proh pudor! devota lucro juventus
(Ut puellarum numerus senumque)
Pallet insomnis repetita duri

Jurgia ludi,
Sperne (nam multæ cerebrum Minerva
Est tibi) nugas age quæstuosas,
Arduas, vanas, & amara curæ

£lue mecum.

Jam riget tellus hyemantque menses, Vestra sed laurus vireat, tuisque

In genis dulcis rosa sanitatis

Sera morctur.

Aul. Pemb. Cantab, Cal. Jan.

THE FAMOUS GENERAL EPITAPH

FROM DEMOSTHENES.

THESE for their country's cause were sheath'd in
And all base imputations dare despise; [arms
And nobly struck with glory's dreadful charms
Made death their aim, eternity their prize.
For never could their nighty spirits yield,

To see themselves and country-men in chains;
And Earth's kind bosom hides them in the field
Of battle, so the Will Supreme ordains;
To conquer chance and errour's not reveal'd,
For mortals sure mortality remains.

CARMEN IN S. CECILIAM.
CARM

DESCENDE cælo, spiritu quæ mellco

Imples, Camoena, tibias ;

Descende, pulsas quæ lyram volucri manu,
Nervumque sopitum excita:

Discat fundere suaviter severas

* Testudo numerosa cantilenas :

Cava classica clangoribus auras
Repleant, resonent tremebundarum
Laquearia convulsa domorum :

Inque vicem lentâ gravia organa majestate
Spirent, augustoque sonore inflata tumescant.

ODE ON ST. CECILIA'S DAY. DESCEND, ye Nine! descend and sing;

The breathing instruments inspire,
Wake into voice each silent string,
And sweep the sounding lyre!

In a sadly-pleasing strain,
Let the warbling lute complain:
Let the loud trumpet sound,
'Till the roofs all around

The shrill echoes rebound:

While in more lengthen'd notes and slow, The deep, majestic, solemn organs blow.

Equas ut servat moderatrix Musica mentes!
Ut premit, aut laxat mollibus imperiis !
Seu gaudiorum turbida pectora
Tumultuosis fluctibus æstuant,
Tranquillat; urget seu malorum
Pondus, humo levat Illa voce.
Gestit bellantes animoso accendere cantu ;
Blandaque amatori medicamina sufficit ægro:
Languens ecce! caput Mæstitia erigit,
Morpheus molliculis prosilit e toris,
Ulnas implicitas pandit Inertia,
Audit deciduis Invidia anguibus:
Intestina animi cessant bella; applicat aures
Seditio, nec præcipites reminiscitur iras.

Ast ubi dulcis amor patriæ pia mittit in arma,
O! quanto accendunt mavortia tympana pulsu !
Sic, cum prima viam navis tentaret inausam,
Thrax cecinit, puppique lyram tractavit in altâ,
Dum vidit Argo Pelion arduum
Pinus sorores deserere impigras,
Et turba circumfusa muto
Semideûm stupuere plausu :
Incedit heros, quisquis audiit sonum,
Amore flagrans gloriæ;
Dum seminudum quisque rapit manu
Ensem, et coruscat multiplicem ægida:
Ad arma sylvæ, ad arma montes,
Terra, mare, astra sonant ad arma!

Sed, cum per orci limites cavernosi,
Amplexibus quos igneis obit fumans
Phlegethon, poetam, Morte non minus pollens,
Adire jussit pallidos Amor manes

Quæ miracl'a sonorum!
Quæ feralia monstra videri,
Diras per oras dissita!
Horrida fulgura,
Vox penetrabilis

Sæva querentium,
Et picei ignis
Triste crepusculum,
Diri ululatus,
Et gemitûs gravis
Mosta profunditas,

[tus.

Dumque luunt pœnas animæ, tremuli singulSed audin'! audin'! auream ferit chelyn, Miserisque fecit otium :

En tenue ut patulis auribus agmen adest !
Quiescit ingens Sisyphi saxum, et suæ
Acclinis Ixion rotæ,

Atque leves incunt pallida spectra choros !
Ferratis sua membra toris collapsa reclinant
Oblitæ irarum Eumenides, et lurica circum
Colla auscultantes sese explicuere colubri!
Per fluentorum vada, quæ perenni
Rore delibant sinuosa ripas;

By Music minds an equal temper know,
Nor swell too high, nor sink too low.
If in the breast tumultuous joys arise,
Music her soft assuasive voice applies;

Or when the soul is press'd with cares,
Exalts her in enliv'ning airs.
Warriors she fires with animated sounds;
Pours balm into the bleeding lover's wounds
Melancholy lifts her head,

Morpheus rouses from his bed,

Sloth unfolds her arms and wakes,
List'ning Envy drops her snakes:
Intestine war no thore our passions wage,
And giddy factions hear away their rage.
But when our country's cause provokes to arms,
How martial music every bosom warms!
So when the first bold vessel dar'd the seas,
High on his stern the Thracian rais'd his strain,
While Argo saw her kindred trees
Descend from Pelion to the main :
Transported demi-gods stood round,
And men grew heroes at the sound,

Inflam'd withg lory's charms;
Each chief his sev'n fold shield display'd,
And half unsheath'd the shining blade,
And seas, and rocks, and skies rebound
To arms, to arms, to arms!

Per beatorum genios colentes
Arva quà passim asphodelis renidet,
Gramen auratis, amaranthinæve um-
bracula frondis;

Per duces, si quis dubiam per umbrain
Splendidis late loca hustrat armis;
Myrteæ et quisquis querulus vagatur
Incola sylva; [sam,
Reddite (vos rapuistis enim) mihi reddite spon-
Obtestor, parilive adjungite me quoque fato!
Canit, canenti Dis ferus annuit,
Ceditque blandarum harmoniæ precum,
Et victa mansuescunt severæ
Persephones sine more corda.
Io Triumphe! Mors et Orcus Orpheo
Lætantur domitore domari,
Vatemque mirâ insigniunt victoriâ !
Fata obstant-novies Styx circumfusa coercet-
Nequicquam-vincit Musica,vincit Amor.

Sed nimiùm, heu! nimiùm impatiens respexit

O'er th' Elysian flow'rs, By those happy souls who dwell In yellow meads of asphodel, Or amaranthine bow'rs, By the heroes armed shades, Glitt'ring through the gloomy glades, By the youths that dy'd for love, Wand'ring in the myrtle grove, Restore, restore Eurydice to life; Oh take the husband, or return the wife! He sung, and Hell consented To hear the poet's prayer; Stern Proserpine relented And gave him back the fair. Thus Song cou'd prevail O'er Death and o'er Hell, A conquest how hard and how glorious! Though Fate had fast bound her, With Styx nine times round her, Yet Music and Love were victorious

But soon, too soon, the lover turns his eyes:
Again she falls, again she dies, she dies!
How wilt thou now the fatal sisters move?
No crime was thine, if 'tis no crime to love.
Now under hanging mountains,
Beside the fall of fountains,
Or where Hebrus wanders,
Rolling in meanders,

All alone

Unheard, unhnown, He makes his moan, And calls her ghost, For ever, ever, ever lost! Now with furies surrounded, Despairing, confounded, He trembles, he glows Amidst Rhodope's snows;

Eva! perstrepit, audin', ut Hæmus, et ingemit

-Ah! perit!

[evo!

Eurydicen tamen extremâ cum voce profundit,
Eurydicen tremulo murmure lingua canit,
Eurydicen nemus,
Eurydicen aquæ,

Eurydicen montes, gemebundaque saxa retorquent.

Luctus Musica temperat feroces,
Et fati levat ingruentis ictus:

Dulcis musica molliter dolorem
Mutat lætitia; sonante plectro
Spes aversa redit, Furor recumbit:
Nobis illa eadem breves adauget
Terra delicias, opesque cœli
Præsentire docet remotiores.
Hinc solum cecinit Numen, memor, unde beatam
Ceperat harmoniam et modulamina, non sua, Vir-
Organa plena choris ubi magnifico concentu [go.
Miscentur, aurem ætherei inclinant incolæ ;
Terrestres animæ tolluntur in astra tumenti
Carmine, divinoque alitur sacra flamma furore;
Dum prona Coelo pendet angelûm cohors.
Orpheum jam taceant Fierides suum,
Major Cæciliæ vis datur inclytæ.
Ille vix umbram revocavit Orco;
Illa sublatas super astra mentes
Inserit Cœlo, superisque miscet
Carmine Divis.

cries

-Ah! see he dies!

Yet ev'n in death Eurydice he sung, Eurydice still trembled on his tongue, Eurydice the woods,

Eurydice the floods,

Eurydice the rocks and hollow mountains rung.

Music the fiercest grief can charm,
And fate's severest rage disarin:
Music can soften pain to ease,

And make despair and madness please:
Our joys below it can improve,
And antedate the bliss above.

This the divine Cecilia found,
And to her Maker's praise confin'd the sound.
When the full organ joins the tuneful quire,

Th' immortal pow'rs incline their car, Borne on the swelling notes our souls aspire, While solemn airs improve the sacred fire;

And angels lean from Heav'n to hear. Of Orpheus now no more let poets tell, To bright Cecilia greater pow'r is giv'n; His numbers rais'd a shade from Hell, Her's lift the soul to Heav'n.

Vestitus igni, lucidoque succino,
Inter micantûm mille formas nubium.
Vicinus agrum dum colonus transmeat,
Atque æmulatur ore fistulam rudi,
Mulctramque portat cantitans puellula,
Falcique cotem messor aptat stridulæ,
Suamque pastor quisque garrit tabulam,
Reclinis in convalle, subter arbuto.
Mox illecebras oculus arripuit novas,
Dum longus undiquaque prospectus patet,
Canem novale, et fusca saltûs æquora,
Quà pecora gramen demetunt vagantia;
Sublimium sterilia terga montium,
Qui ponderosa sæpe torquent nubila,
Maculosa vernis prata passim bellibus,
Amnes vadosi, et latiora flumina.
Pinnasque murorum, atque turres cernere
Cristata circùm quas coronant robora,
Ubi forte quædam nympha fallit, cui decor
Viciniam (cynosura tanquam) illuminat.
Juxta duarum subter umbià quercuum,
Culmis opertâ fumus emicat cusa,

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Quà jam vocati Thyrsis et Corydon sedent, Famemque cdoro compriment convivio, Herbis, cibisque rusticis, nitidissimâ Quæ sufficit succincta Phillis dexterâ : Mox Thestyli morem gerens jacentia Aureis caten's cogit in sasces sala: Vernisve in horis, sole tostum virgines Fænum recenti pellicit fragrantiâ; Est et screnis quando fœta gaudiis Excelsiora perplacent magalia; Utcunque juxta flumen in numerum sonant Campanæ, et icta dulcè barbitos strepit, Dum multa nyinpha, multa pubes duritèr Pellunt trementes ad canorei cespites Dubias per umbras: qua labore liberi Juvenesque ludunt, et senes promiscui, Melius nitente sole propter ferias: Jam quando vesperascit, omnes allicit Auro fiquenti Bacchus hordiaceus, Phylisque narrat fabulosa facinora, Lamia ut paratas Mabba consumpsit dapes, Se vapulasse, et essa pressam ab Incubo, Fatuoque tritâ ab igne seductam viâ; Ut et laborem subiit Idolon gravem, Florenique lactis meritus est stipendium; Unius (inquit) ante noctis exitum Tut grana frugis fuste trivit venclicus, Quot expedite rustici nequeunt decem, Quo jam peracto plumbeuin monstrum cuFocumque totum latere longo metiens [bat, Crinita membra fessus igne recreat; Dein, priusquam gallus, evocat diem, Tandem satur phantasina sese proripit. Sic absolutis fabulis incunt toros, Atque ad susurros dormiunt favonii. Turrita deinde perplacebunt oppida, Et gentis occupatæ mixta nurmura, Equitumque turba, nobilesque spendidi, Qui pacis ipsâ vel triumphant in togâ, Nurusque, quarum lumen impetus viris Jaculatur acres, præmiumque destinat Marti aut Minervæ, quorum uterque nititur Nymphæ probari, quæ probatur omnibus : Hymenæus illic sæpe prætendat facem Clarissimam, croceumque velamen trahat, Spectac❜la, mimi, pompa, commissatio, Veterumque ritų nocte sint convivia, VOL. XVI.

Pob'd in flames, and amber light,
The clouds in thousand liveries dight.
While the ploughman near at hand,
Whistles o'er the furrow'd land,
And the milkmaid singeth blithe,
And the mower whets his scythe,
And every shepherd tells his tale
Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures,
Whilst the landscape round it measures,
Russet lawns, and fallows grey,
Where the nibbling flocks do stray;
Mountains, on whose barren breast
The labouring clouds do often rest;
Meadows trim with daisies pied,
Shallow brooks, and rivers wide:
Tow'rs and battlements it sees
Bosom'd high in tufted trees,
Where perhaps some beauty lies
The Cynosure of neighbouring eyes,
Hard by, a cottage chimney smokes,
From betwixt two aged oaks,
Where Corydon and Thyrsis met,
Are at their savory dinner set

Of herbs, and other country messes,
Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses;
And then in haste her bow'rs she leaves,
With Thestylis to bind the sheaves;
Or, if the earlier season lead,
To the tann'd hay-cock in the mead;
Sometimes with secure delight
The up-land hamlets will invite,
When the merry bells ring round,
And the jocund rebecs sound

To many a youth and many a maid;
Dancing in the chequer'd shade;
And young and old come forth to play
On a sun-shine holy-day,
Till the live-long day-light fail:
Then to the spicy nut-brown ale,
With stories told of many a feat,
How fairy Mab the junkets eat;
She was pinch'd, and pull'd, she sed,
And by the friar's lanthorn led;
Tells how the drudging goblin swet,
To earn his cream-bowl duly set,
When in one night, ere glimpse of morn,
His shadowy flail hath thresh'd the crn,
That ten day-labourers could not end,
Then lies him down the lubbar fiend,
And stretch'd out all the chimney's length,
Basks at the fire his hairy strength;
And crop-full out of doors he flings,
Ere the first cock his mattin rings.
Thus done the tales, to bed they creep,
By whispering winds soon lull'd asleep.
Tower'd cities please us then,
And the busy bum of men,

Where throngs of knights and barons bold,
In weeds of peace, high triumph hold,
With store of ladies, whose bright eyes
Rain influence, and judge the prize
Of wit or arms, while both contend
To win her grace, whom all commend.
There let Hymen oft appear,
In saffron robe, with taper clear,
And pomp, and feast, and revelry,
With mask and antique pageantry;

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