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Thofe eyes in tears their fruitless grief must send;

Thofe hairs the Tartar's cruel hand fhall rend.

A GIB.

Ye Georgian fwains that piteous learn from far Circaffia's ruin, and the waste of war;

Some weightier arms than crooks and staffs prepare, To fhield your harvests, and defend

your fair: The Turk and Tartar like defigns pursue, Fix'd to destroy, and stedfast to undo.

Wild as his land, in native deserts bred,
By luft incited, or by malice led,

The villain Arab, as he prowls for prey,

Oft marks with blood and wasting flames the way;
Yet none fo cruel as the Tartar foe,

To death iour'd, and nurs'd in fcenes of woe.

He faid; when loud along the vale was heard
A fhriller fhriek, and nearer fires appear'd:
Th' affrighted fhepherds thro' the dews of night,
Wide o'er the moon-light hills renew'd their flight.

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LETTER from ITALY,

To the Right Honourable

CHARLES Lord HALIFA X.

W

By MR. ADDISON.

HILE

you, my lord, the rural fhades admire,
And from Britannia's public pofts retire,
Nor longer, her ungrateful fons to please,
For their advantage facrifice your eafe;
Me into foreign realms my fate conveys,
Through nations fruitful of immortal lays,
Where the foft feafon and inviting clime
Confpire to trouble your repofe with rhime.
For wherefoe'er I turn my ravish'd eyes,
Gay gilded scenes and fhining profpects rise,
Poetic fields encompass me around,

And ftill I feem to tread on claffic ground;
For here the mufe fo oft her harp has ftrung,
That not a mountain rears its head unfung,
Renown'd in verse each fhady thicket grows,
And ev'ry stream in heav'nly numbers flows.

How

How am I pleas'd to fearch the hills and woods
For rifing fprings and celebrated floods!
To view the Nar, tumultuous in his course,
And trace the fmooth Clitumnus to his fource,
To fee the Mincio draw his watry store
Through the long windings of a fruitful fhore,
And hoary Albula's infected tide

O'er the warm bed of fmqking fulphur glide.
Fir'd with a thousand raptures I furvey
Eridanus through flow'ry meadows ftray,
The king of floods! that rolling o'er the plains
The tow'ring Alps of half their moisture drains,
And proudly fwoln with a whole winter's fnows,
Diftributes wealth and plenty where he flows.
Sometimes, mifguided by the tuneful throng,
I look for ftreams immortaliz'd in fong,
That loft in filence and oblivion lie,

(Dumb are their fountains and their channels dry) Yet run for ever by the mufe's skill,

And in the smooth defcription murmur still.
Sometimes to gentle Tiber I retire,

And the fam'd river's empty fhores admire,
That deftitute of ftrength derives its course
From thrifty urns and an unfruitful fource;
Yet fung so often in poetic lays,

With fcorn the Danube and the Nile furveys;

So high the deathlefs muse exalts her theme!
Such was the Boyn, a poor inglorious flream,
That in Hibernian vales obfcurely ftray'd,
And unobferv'd in wild Meanders play'd;
'Till by your lines and Nassau's sword renown'd,
Its rifing billows through the world resound,
Where'er the hero's godlike acts can pierce,
Or where the fame of an immortal verfe.

Oh cou'd the mufe ravifh'd my breaft infpire With warmth like yours, and raise an equal fire, Unnumber'd beauties in my verse shou'd shine, And Virgil's Italy fhould yield to mine!

See how the golden groves around me smile, That shun the coaft of Britain's stormy isle, Or when transplanted and preferv'd with care, Curfe the cold clime, and ftarve in northern air. Here kindly warmth their mounting juice ferments To nobler taftes, and more exalted scents : Ev'n the rough rocks with tender myrtle bloom, And trodden weeds send out a rich perfume. Bear me, fome God, to Baia's gentle feats, Or cover me in Umbria's green retreats; Where weftern gales eternally refide,

And all the feasons lavish all their pride:

Bloffoms, and fruits, and flowers together rife,

And the whole year in gay confufion lies.

Immortal glories in my mind revive,

And in my foul a thousand paffions strive,
When Rome's exalted beauties I defcry
Magnificent in piles of ruin lie.

An amphitheatre's amazing height
Here fills my eye with terror and delight,
That on its publick shows unpeopled Rome,
And held uncrowded nations in its womb:
Here pillars rough with sculpture pierce the skies :
And here the proud triumphal arches rife,
Where the old Romans deathless acts difplay'd,
Their bafe degenerate progeny upbraid :

Whole rivers here forfake the fields below,

And wond'ring at their height thro' airy channels flow.
Still to new scenes my wand'ring muse retires,

And the dumb fhow of breathing rocks admires ;
Where the fmooth chiffel all its force has shown,
And foften'd into flesh the rugged stone.
In folemn filence, a majestic band,

Heroes, and Gods, and Roman confuls ftand,
Stern tyrants, whom their cruelties renown,
And emperors in Parian marble frown;

While the bright dames, to whom they humbly fu'd,
Still fhow the charms that their proud hearts fubdu’d.
Fain would I Raphael's godlike art rehearse,
And show th' immortal labours in my verfe,

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