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Vor die to be renown'd: Tame's loudest breath
Tire dear is purchase by an angel's death.

Th” vengeuse of thy rud, with general joy,
VIRTUE, HONOUR, AND FRIENDSHIP. Shall suorge Rebellion and th“ riral-boy 3;

Thy sounding arms his Gallic patron hears,
And steeds his flight; nor overtakes his fears,

Till hard inspair wring from the tyraut's soul

The ironi tears out. Let thy frown control Q UEEN of the northern world, whose gentle away

Our angry jars at home, till Wrath submit Commands our love, and claims our lart!'obey, Mari Zealand Pheney, with their murderous train,

Her impiors banners to thy sacred feet; Forgive the nation's groin when William died :

Fel ibise swextra'ms in thine auspicious reign, In, at thy feet, in all the royal pride Of blooming joy, three happy realus appear,

In y expire in rage, and Treason biie the chain. And William's urn alinost withont a tear [tongue Let un black scenes'afiright fair wbion's stage: S-ands; nor complains; while from thy gracious Thy' thread of life prolong our golden age, Peace Aors in silver sireams amidst the thrung. Wat bless the Carin, and late ascend thy throne Amazing balm, that on those lips was found Ethera; (not thy deeds are there rnknown, To sooth the turment of that mortal wolin,

Northere unisting; for by thine awful hands And calm the wild aftright! The terrour dies, Hraren milsthe waves, and thunderso'er the lands, The bleesling wound cements, the danger flies, Creates inferiour kings 4, and gives them their connAnd Albion shouts thine honours as her joys arise.


Legions atteni thec at the radiant gates;
The German eagl» feels her guardian dead,

For thee ihy sister-seraph, blest Maria, waits.
Not her own thunder can secure her bead;
Her trembling eagles bas'en from afar,

But oh! the parting stroke! som: heavenly power And Lelgia's lion dreads the Gallic war:

Cheer thy sac Britons in the glo my hour; All hide behind thy shield. Remoter lands, Some new propitious star appear on high, brne lives !ay trusted in Nassovian hard,

The fairest givry of the western sky, Tran-fer their souls, and live; secure they play

And Anna be its name; with gentle sway In thy mild rays, and love the growing day.

To check the planets of mulignant ray,

Sooth, the rude orth-wind, and the rugged Bear, Thy beamy wing at once defends and warms

Calm rising wars, heal the conta rious air, Fainting Religion, whilst in various forms

and rein with peaceful influence to the southern Fair Piety shines through the British isles :

sphere. Here at thy side, and in thy kindest smiles' Blazing in ornamental gold she stands,

Note.--This poem was written in the year 1905, To bless thy councils, and assist thy hands,

in that honorable part of the reign of our late And crowds wai' rund her to receive cominands.

qleen, when she had broken the Frorch power at There at a humble distance from the throne ?

Blenheim, a scrted the right of Charles:1.0 procent Deanteous she lies ; her lustre all her oan),

cinperor to the crown of Spain, excrci! hier zeal for Ingamish'd; yet not blushing, nor afraid,

the Protestant s'uccession, and pr, lind rriorbly Nor knows su-picion, nor afiects the shade:

to maintain the toleration w the Invitant Dis. Cheerful and pleas'd, she not presumes to share

Thus she appeared the chof support of In thy parental gifts, but owns thy guardian care.

the Reformation, and the patroness of the liberies of For thee, dear sovereign, enilless vows arise,

Europe. Ani zeal with earthly wing salutes the skies

The latter part of her reign was of a different coTo gain thy safety. Here a solemn form

lour, and was by no means attended with the accoinOf ancient words keeps the devotion warm,

plishment of those glorious hopes which we had And guides, but bounds our wishes: there the mind a conceived. Now the Muse cannot satisfy herself to Feels its own fire, and kindles uncontin'd

publish this new edition without acknowledging the With bolder bopes: yet still beyond our vows,

inistake of her former presages; and while she does Thy lovely glories rise, thy spreading terrour grous.

the world this justice, she dues herself the honour of

a voluntary retractation. Princess, the world already owns thy name: August 1, 1721.

I, W. Go, mount the chariot of iinmortal lame,

3 The Pretender. 1 The established church of England.

he made Charles, the emperor's second son, king - The Protestant Dissenters.

of Spaiu, who was afterwarı imperor of Geriwany. TOL. IUL


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Go, friend, and wait the prophet's flight,

Watch if his mantle chance to light,

And seize it for thy own; Britons, forgive the forward Muse

Shute is the darling of his years, That dar'd prophetic seals to loose,

Young Shute his better likeness bears; (Unskill?d in Fate's eternal book)

All but his wrinkles and his hairs And the deep characters mistook.

Are copied in his son. George is the name, that glorious star;

Thus when our follies, or our faults, Ye saw his splendours beaming far;

Call for the pity of thy thoughts, Saw in the East your joys arise,

Thy pen shall make us wise ; When Anna sunk in western skies,

The sallies of whose youthful wit Streaking the heavens with crimson gloom,

Could pierce the British fogs with light, Emblems of tyranny and Rome,

Place our true Interest 5 in our sight,
Portending blood and night to come.

And open half our eyes.
'Twas George diffus'd a vital ray,
And gave the dying nations day:
His influence sooths the Russian bear,
Calms rising wars, and heals the air ;
Join'd with the Sun bis beams are hurl'd
To scatter blessings round the world,
Fulfil whate'er the Muse has spoke,

And crown the work that Anne forsook.

1703. August 1, 1721.

Friendship, thou charmer of the mind,

Thou sweet deluding ill,
The brightest minute mortals find,

And sharpest hour we feel.

Fate has divided all our shares

Of pleasure and of pain ;
In love the comforts and the cares

Are mixt and join'd again.
Angers are made of heavenly things,
And light and love our souls compose,

But whilst in floods our sorrow rolls,
Their bliss within their bosom springs,

And drops of joy are few,
Within their bosom flows.

This dear delight of mingling souls

Serves but to swell our woe.
But narrow minds still make pretence
To search the coasts of flesh and sense,

Oh! why should bliss depart in haste,
And fetch diviner pleasures thence.

And friendship stay to moan ?

Why the fond passion cling so fast,
Men are akin to ethereal forms,

When every joy is gone?
But they belie their nobler birth,
Debase their honour down to Earth,

Yet never let our hearts divide,
And claim a share with worms.

Nor death dissolve the chain:

For love and joy were once allied,
He that has treasures of his own

And must be join'd again.
May leave the cottage or the throne,
May quit the world and dwell alone

Within his spacious mind.
Locke hath a soul wide as the sea,
Calm as the night, bright as the day,

TO NATHANAEL GOULD, ESQ. There may his vast ideas play,

(AFTERWARDS SIR NATHANAEL GOULD.) Nor feel a thought contin'd.

1704. Tis

is not by splendour, or by state,

Exalted mien, or lofty gait,

My Muse takes measures of a king:

If wealth, or height, or bulk will do, (AFTERWARDS LORD BARRINGTON)

She calls each mountain of Peru

A more majestic thing.
MR. LOCKE'S DANGEROUS SICKNESS, Frown on me, friend, if e'er I boust
Some time after he had retired to study the Scriptures.

O’er fellow-minds enslav'd in clay,

Or swell when I shall have engross'd
June, 1704.

A larger heap of shining dust,
And must the man of wondrous mind

And wear a bigger load of earth than they. (Now his rich thoughts are just refin’d)

Let the rain world salute me loud,
Forsake our longing eyes?

My thoughts look inward, and forget
Reason at length submits to wear

The sounding names of High and Great,
The wings of Faith; and lo, they rear

The flatteries of the crowd.
Her chariot high, and nobly bear
Her prophet to the skies.

5 The Interest of England, written by Mr. Shute.


When Gould commands his ships to run

We claim acquaintance with the skies, And search the traffic of the sea,

Upward our spirits hourly rise, His fleet o'ertakes the falling day,

And there our thoughts employ : And bears the western mines away,

When Heaven shall sign our grand release, Or richer spices from the rising Sun:

We are no strangers to the place, While the glad tenants of the shore

The business, or the joy. Shout and pronounce him senator 6,

Yet still the man's the same:
For well the happy merchant knows,
The soul with treasure never grows,

Nor swells with airy fame.

Mylo, forbear to call him blest
But trust me, Gould, 'tis lawful pride

That only boasts a large estate, To rise above the mean control

Should all the treasures of the West Of flesh and sense, to which we're tied;

Meet, and conspire to make him great. This is ambition that becomes a soul.

I know thy better thoughts, I know We steer our course up through the skies; Thy reason can't descend so low. Farewell this barren land :

Let a broad stream with golden sands We ken the heavenly shore with longing eyes,

Through all his meadows roll,
There the dear wealth of spirit lies,

He's but a wretch, with all his lands,
And beckoning angels stand.

That wears a narrow soul.
He swells amidst his wealthy store,
And proudly poizing what he weighs,

In his own scale he fondly lays

Huge heaps of shining ore.

He spreads the balance wide to hold

His manors and his farms,

And cheats the beam with loads of gold Swift as the Sun revolves the day

He hugs between his arms. We hasten to the dead;

So might the plough-boy climb a tree, Slares to the wind we puff away,

When Cresus mounts his throne, And to the ground we tread.

And both stand up, and smile to see 'Tis air that lends fis life, when first

How long their shadow's grown. The vital bellows heave:

Alas ! how vain their fancies be Our flesh we borrow of the dust;

To think that shape their own! And when a mother's care has nurst

Thus mingled still with wealth and state, The babe to manly size, we must

Crasus himself can never know; With usury pay the grave.

His true dimensions and his weight Rich juleps drawn from precious ore

Are far inferiour to their show. Still tend the dying flame;

Were I so tall to reach the Pole, And plants, and roots, of barbarous name,

Or grasp the ocean with my span, Torn from the Indian shore.

I must be measur'd by my soul :
Thus we support our tottering flesh,

The mind's the standard of the man.
Our cheeks resume the rose afresh,
When bark and steel play well their game

To save our sinking breath,
And Gibson, with his awful power,

Resues the poor precarious hour

AN EPISTLE. From the demands of Death.

Bear But art and nature, powers and charms,

up, Sarissa, through the ruling storms

Of a vain vexing world: tread down the cares, And drugs, and recipes, and forms, Yield us at last to greedy worms

Those ragged thorns that lie across the road, A despicable prey:

Nor spend a tear upon them. Trust the Muse, I'd have a life to call my own,

She sings experienc'd truth : This briny dew, That shall depend on Heaven alone;

This rain of eyes, will make the briers grow. Nor air, nor earth, nor sea

We travel through a desert, and our feet Mix their base essences with mine,

Have measur'd a fair space, have left behind Nor claim dominion so divine

A thousand dangers, and a thousand snares To give me leave to be.

Well scap'd. Adieu, ye horrours of the dark,

Ye finish'd labours, and ye tedious toils Sure there's a mind within, that reigns

Of days and hours! The twinge of real smart, O'er the dull current of my veins;

And the base terrours of ill-boding dreams, I feel the inward pulse beat high

Vanish together, be alike forgot,
With vigorous immortality:

For ever blended in one common grave.
Let earth resume the flesh it gave,
And breath dissolve amongst the winds;

Farewell, ye waxing and ye waning moons, Gibson, the things that fear a grave,

That we have watch'd behind the flying clouds That I can lose, or you can save,

On night's dark hill, or setting or ascending,

Or in meridian height! Then silence reign'd Are not akin to minds.

O’er half the world; then ye beheld our tears, * Member of parliament for a port in Sussex. Ye witness'd our complaints, our kindred groans. (Sed harmony!) while with your beamy hurns Farewell to growing fame! I leave below Or richer orb ye silveril oʻer the green

A life not half worn out with cares, Where trad our feet, and lent a feeble light

Or agonies, or yrars; To moliners. Now ye bave fulfill'd your idund, I leave my country all in tears, Those hours are fed, farewell! Months that are But Here demands me upward, and I dare to go Are gone for ever, and have burne away (gone Ainongst ye, friends, divide and share Each his own load, Our voes and surrows past,

The remnant of my days, Mountainous woes, still lessen as they fly

If ye have patience, and can bear (race. Far ofl. So billows in a stormy sea,

A long fatigue of life, and drudge through all the Wave after wate (a long suceession) roll

Hark, my fair guardian chides my stay,
Beyond the ken of sight : the sailors, safe,
Look far a-stern till they have lost the storm,

And waves his golden rod :

“ Angel, I come; Icad on the way:” Anıl shout their boisterous jous. A gentler Muse

And now by swift curces Sings thy dear safety, and commands thy cares

I sail aloft through azure seas, To dark oblivion ; buried deep in night,

Now tread the milky ruad : Lose them, Sarissa, and assist my song.

Farewell, le planets, in your spheres; Awake thy voice, sing how the slender line And as the stars : re lost, a brighter sky 3ppears: Of Fate's immortal Now sivides the past

In haste for Paradise From all the future with eternal bars,

I stretch the pinions of a bolder thonght; Forbidding a return. The past temptations

Scarce had I will’d, but I was past No more shall vex us; every grief we feel

Deserts of trackless light and all the ethercal waste, Shortens the destin d number ; every pulse

And to the sacred borders brought; Beats a sharp moment of the pain away.

There on the wing a guard of cherubs lies, And the last stroke will come. By swift degrees

Each waves a keen fame as he flies, 'Time sweeps us off, and we shall soon arrive And well defends the walls from sjeyes and surprises At life's sweet periord: O celestial point That ends this mortal story!

With pleasing reverence 1 behold

The pearly portals wide unfold : But if a glimpse of light with fattering ray Breaks through the clouds of life, or wandering fire Enter, my soul, anul view th' amazing scenes ;

Sit fast upon the flying Muse, Amidst the shades invite your doubtful feet,

And let thy roving wonder loose Beware the dancing ineteor; faithles guide,

O’er all th' empyreal plains. That leads the lonesome pilgrim wide astray Noon stands eternal here: here may thy sight To logs, and feos, and pits, and certain ricath!

Drink-in the rays of primogenial light; Shonld vicious Pleasure take an angel-form

Here breathe immortal air: And at a distance rise, by slow degrees,

Joy must beat high in c'ery vein, Treacherous, to wind herself into your heart,

Pleasure through all thy Losom reign; Stand firm aloof, nor let the gaude phantom

The laws forbid the stranger, Pain,
Too long allure your gaze: The just delight

And banish every care.
That Heaven indulges lawful must obey
Superior powers; vor tempt your thoughts too far See how the bubbling springs of love
In slavery to sense, nor swell your hope

Beneath the throne arise;
To dangerous size: If it approach your feet

The streams in crystal channels move, And court your hand, forbid th' intruding joy

Around the golden streets they rove, To sit too near your heart : Still may our souls And bless the mansions of the upper skies. Claim kindred with the skies, nor mix with dust

There a fair grove of knowledge grows, Our better-born affections ; leave the globe

Nor Sin nor Death infects the fruit ; A nest for worms, and hasten to our home.

Young Liic hangs fresh on all the boughs, O there are gardens of th’immortal kind

And springs from every root; That crown the heavenly Eden's rising hills

Here may thy greedy senses feast, With beauty and with sweets; no lurking mischief

While ecstasy and health attend on every taste, Dwells in the fruit, nor serpent twines the boughs;

With the fair prospect charm’d I stood; The branches bend laden with life and bliss

Fearless I feed on the delicious fare, Ripe for the taste, but 'tis a steep ascent :

And drink profuse salvation from the silver fluod, Hold fast the golden chain 7 let down froin Hearen,

Nor can excess be there, "Twill help your feet and wings; I feel its force

In sacred order rang'd along, Draw upwaris; fastev'd to the pearly gate

Saints new releas'd by Death
It guides the way unerring: happy chie

Join the bold sera; h's warbling breath,
Through this dark wild! 'Twas Wisdom's noblest work, And aid th' inmortal song.
All juin'd by Power Divine, and every link is love. Each has a voice that tunes his strings

To mighty sounds and mighty things,

Tbings of everlasting weight,

Sounds, like the softer viol, sweet,

And, like the trumpet, strong,

Divine attention held my soul,

I was all ear! or'ng as I am, I quit the stage,

Through all my powers the hearenly accents rolle Nor will I know th' applauses of the age ;

I long'd and wish'd my Bradbury there;

" (ould be but hear these notes," I said, 7 The Gospel.

“ His tareful soul would never bear

The dull unwinding of life's tedious thread, Charm'd with the pleasure and surprise,
But burst the vital chords to reach the happy dead." My soul adores, and sings,
And now my tongue prepares to join

“ Blest be the power that springs their flight, The harmony, and with a noble aim

That streaks their path with heavenly light, Attempts th’nnutterable name,

That turns their love to sacrifice, But faints, confounded by the notes divine: .

And joins their zeal for wings.” Again my soul th' unequal honour sought,

Again her utmost force she brought, (thought, And bow'd beneath the burthen of th' unwieldy

TO MR. C. AND S. FLEETWOOD, Thrice I essay'd, and fainted thrice; Th' immortal labour strain'd my feeble frame,


LEETWOODS, young generous pair, Broke the bright vision, and dissolv'd the dream: Despise the joys that fouls pursue; I sunk at once, and lost the skies:

Bubbles are light and brittle too,
In vain I sought the scenes of light,

Born of the water and the air.
Rolling abroad my longing eyes,

Tried by a standard bold and just
For all around them stood my curtains and the night. Honour and gold and paint and dust;

How vile the last is, and as vain the first !

Things that the crowd call great and brave,

With me how low their valve's brought !
STRICT RELIGION VERY RARE. Titles and names, and life and breath,
I'm borne aloft, and leave the crowd,

Slaves to the wind and born for death;
I sail upon a morning cloud

The soul's the only thing we have Skirted with dawning gold :

Worth an important thought. Mine eyes beneath the open day

The soul! 'tis of th’immortal kind, Command the globe with wide survey,

Nor form'd of fire, or carth, or wind, (behind. Where ants in busy millions play,

Outlives the mouldering corpse, and leaves the globe And tug and heave the mould.

In limbs of clay though she appears, " Are these the things (my passion cried)

Array'd in rosy skin, and deck'd with ears and eyes,

The flesh is but the soul's disguise, That we call men ? are these allied

There's nothing in her frame'kin to the dress she wears, To the fair worlds of light?

From all the laws of matter free, They have ras'd out their Maker's name,

From all we feel, and all we see, Graven on their minds with pointed tlaine

She stands eternally distinct, and must for ever be, In strokes divinely bright. “ Wretches! they hate their native skies :

Rise then, my thoughts, on high, If an ethereal thought arise,

Soar beyond all that's inade to die;

Lo! on an awful throne Or spark of virtue shine,

Sits the Crcator and the Judge of souls, With cruel force they damp its plumes,

Whirling the planets round the poles, [on, Choke the young fire with sensual fumes,

Winds off onr threads of life, and brings our periods With business, lust, or wine.

Swift the approach, and solemn is the day, " Lo! how they throng with panting breath

When this immortal mind, The broad descending road

Stript of the body's coarse array, That leads unerring down to Death,

To endless pain, or endless joy, Nor miss the dark abode."

Must be at once consign'd.
Thus while I drop a tear or two

Think of the sands run down to waste,
On the wild herd, a noble few
Dare to stray upward, and pursue

We prossess none of all the past,

None but the present is our own; Th' unbeaten way to God.

Grace is not plac'd within our power, I meet Myrtillo mounting high,

'Tis but one short, one shining hour, I know his candid soul afar;

Bright and declining as a setting sun. Here Dorylus and Thyrsis fiy,

See the white minutes wing'd with haste; Each like a rising star.

The Now that fjes may be the last ; Charin I saw and Fidea there,

Seize the salvation ere 'tis past, I saw them help each other's flight,

Nor mourn the blessing gone: And bless them as they go;

A thought's delay is ruin here, They soar beyond my labouring sight,

A closing cye, a gasping breath, And leave their loads of mortal care,

Shuts up the golden scene in death, But not their love, below.

And drowns you in despair,
On Heaven, their home, they fix their eyes,

The temple of their God :
With morning incense up they rise
Sublime, and through the lower skies

TO WILLIAM BLACKBOURN, ESQ. Spread the perfumes abroad.

CASIMIR, LIB. 11. OD. 2. IMITATED. Across the road a seraph few,

Quæ tegit canas modo Bruma valles, &c. “ Mark (said he) that happy pair, Marriage belps devotion there:

Mark how it snows ! how fast the valley fills! When kindred minds their God pursue,

And the sweet groves the hoary garment wear ; They break with double vigour through

Yet the warm sun-beams bounding from the hills The dull incumbent air,"

Shali melt the veil away, and the young green appear

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