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Whom the old Roman wall so ill confin'd, Chang'd like the world's great scene! then with
With a new chain of garrisons you bind :
Here foreign gold no more shall make them come; The rising sun night's vulgar lights destroys.
Our Englislı iron holds them fast at home.

Had you, some ages past, this race of glory
Thev, that henceforth must be content to know, Run, with ainazement we should read your story;
No warmer region than their hills of sow, But living virtue, all aehievements past,
May blame the sun; but instextol your Grace, Voets enry still to grapple with at last.
Which in our senate hath allowed them place. This Cæsar found; and that ingrateful age,
Preferrid by conquest, bappily o’erthrown, With losing him, went back to bipod and
Falling they rise, to be with us made one: Mistaken Brutus thought to break their yokc,
So kind dictators madle, when they came home, But out the bond of union with that stroke.
Their valuisti'd loes free citizens of Rome.

That sun once set, a thousand meaner stars Like furor find the Irish, with like fate, Gave a dim light to violence and wars ; Advane'il to be a portion of our state;

To such a tempest as now threatens all, While by your valor, and your hounteous mind, Did not your mighty arm prevent the fall. Nations divided by the sea are join'd.

If Rome's great senate could not wieldthat sword, Holland, to guin your friendship, is content Which of the conquer'd world had made them To be our out-guard on the Continent :

Jord,

[new, Slie from her fellow-provinces would go, What liope had ours, while yet their pow'r was Rather than hizard io have you her foe. To rule victorious :smies, but by you? In our late fight, when cannons did diffuse, You, that had taught them to subdue their foes, Preventing posts, the terror and the news, Could order teach, and their high sp'rits compose: Our neighbour-princes trembled at their roar; To ev'ry duty could their minds engage, But our conjunction makes them tremble more. Provoke their courage, and command i beir rage. Your never-failing sword make war 10 cease; So, when a lion shakes his dreadful mane, And now you heal us with the acts of peace, And angry grows, if he that first took paini Our minds with bounty and with awe engage, To tame his youth, approach the haughty beast, Invite affection, and restrain our rage.

He beuds to him, but frights away the rest. Less pleasure take brave minds in battles won, As the vex'd world, to find reposc, at last Than in restoring such as are undone:

Itself into Augustus' arins did casi ; Tizers have courage, and the rugged bear; So England now does, with like toil opprest, But man alone can whom he conquers spare. wears head dapon your bosom resi. To parcion willing, and to punish loth,

Then let the Muses with suchi notes as tliese You strike with one hand, but you heal with both: Instruct us what belongs unto our peace! Lifting up all that prostrate lie, you

grieve Your battles they hereafter shall indite, You cannot make the dead again to live. And draw the image of our Mars in fight; When fate or error had our age misled, Tell of towns storm'd, of armies over-run, And o'er this nation such confusion spread ; And Inighty kingdoms by your conduct won: Tie ouly cure which could from heaven come How, while you thunder'd, clouds of dust did down,

choke Was so much pow'r and picty in one! Contending troops, and seas lay hid in smoke. One, whose extraction from an antient live Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, Grenlope again that sell-born nien may shine: and ev'ry conqueror creates a Juse : The mapei, in your nature mill and good; Here in low strains your inilder deeds we sing: The noble rest secured in your blood.

But there, my Lord: we'll bars and olives bring Oftbure we wonder'd, how you bid in peace To crown your head; while you in triumph ride A mind proportion'd to such things as these ; O'er vanquish'd nations, and the beside; 1. such a ruling spirit you couki restrain, HVhile all your neighbour-princes unto you, did practise firse over yourself to reign. Like Josephi's shearts, pay reverence and bow. Your private life did a just pattern give, lio: fathers, husbands, pious sons, should live; § 24. Cooper's Hill. Denham. Boru io command, your princely virtues slept, Like humble Daid's, while the fuck he kept. Upea Pirnas sus, por did take the stream

Sure there are poets which did never dream But when your troublet! country call'd you forth, 1 of Ilelicon; we therefore may supprise Your flamin, compare and your inatchless worth, Thom made 'not pels, but the poets ihose. Duzzling the ces of all that did pretend, Iudas courts make notkings, but kings the court, Tu fierce contention gave a prosp'rous end. So where the Muscs and their train resort, Sell as you rive, the state', exalieri 100,

Partins us stands; it I can be to thee Tind: Bu dizienti per while is change by 011; L A poes, thou Purnassus art lo me.

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Nor wonder, if (advantag'd in my flight (Like him in birth, thou shouldst be likein fanie,
By taking wing from thy auspicious height) As thine his fate, if mine had been his fame)
Through untrac'd ways and airy paths I fly, But whosoe'er it was, Nature designe
More boundless in my fancy than my eye: First a brave place, and then as brave a miud.
My eye, which swift as though contractsime space Not iv recount those sevral kiilgs, to whom
Tliat lies between, and first salutes the place. It gave a cradle, or to whom in tonb;
Crown' wiih that sacred pile, so vast, so high, But thee, great Edward, and thy greater sont,
That whether 'tis a part of earth or sky (The lilies which his father wore he won),
Uncertain seems, and may be thought a proud And thy Bellona I, who the consort came
Aspiring mountain, or descending cloud, [tlight Not only to thy beil, but 10 thy fame.
Paul's, the late theme of such a Muse* whose She to thy triumph led one caprise kings,
Has bravely reach'd and soard above thy height: Andbroughtihar son whichdid the second bring ş.
Now shaliihou stand, tho'sword, or time, or tire; Then didst thou found that order (whether lore
Or zcal more tierce than they, thy full eonspire; Or victory thy royal thoughts did move,
Secure whilst thee the best of pocts sings, Each was a noble cause, and nothing less
Preserv'd from ruin by the best of kings. Than the design has been the great success),
Under his proud survey the city lies, Which foreign kings and eriperors esteem
And, like a mist bencath a hill, cloth rise ; The second honor to their diadem.
Whose state and wealth, the business and the Had thy great destiny but given thee skill
Seem at this distance but a darker cloud; (crowd, To know, as well as pow'r to act, her will;
Aud is, to him who rizhtly things estecins, That from those kings, ho then they captives
No other in effect than what it seems : In after-times should spring a royal pair, [were,
Where, with like haste,tho' several ways they run Who should possess all that thy mighty pow'r

, Some to undo, and some to be undone ; Or thy desires nore mighty, die derour; While luxury and wealih, like war and peace, To whom their better fate reserves whate'er Are each the other's ruin and increase; The victor hopes for, or the vanquish'd fear ; As rivers lost in seas some secret vein

That blood which thou and thy great grandsire Thence reconveys, there to be lost again. And all that since these sister nations bled,[shed, Oh happiness of sweet retir'd content ! llad been unspilt, had happy Edward known To be at once secure and innocent.

That all the blood he spili bad been his own. Windsorthe next(where Mars with Venus dwells, When he that patron chose, in whom are join'd Beauty with strength) above the valley swells Soldier and martyr, and his arms confin'd Into my eye, and cloth itself present

Within the azure circle, he did seem With such an easy and unforc'd ascent, But to foretel and prophecy of him That no stupendous precipice denies

Who to his realms that azure round hath join'd, Access, no horror turns away our eyes; Which Nature for their bound at first design'd; But such a rise as doth at once inviie

That bound to which the world's extremest ends,
A pleasure and a rev'rence from the sight. Endless itself, its liqnid arms extends.
Thy mnighty master's emblem, in whose face Nordoth he need those emblems which we paint,
Sat meekness, heighten'd with majestic grace; But is himself the soldier and the saint.
Such seems thy gentle height, made only proul Here should any wonderdwell, and here mypraise,
To be the basis of that

pompous
load.

Bill my fix'd thoughts my wand'ring eye betrays,
Than which a nobler weight no mountain bears, Viewing a neighb'ring hill, whose top of late
But Atlas only which supports their spheres. A chapel crown'd, till in the common fate
WhenNature'shand thisground did thus advance, Th' adjoining abbey fell (inay no such storm
'Twas guided by a wiser Pow'r than Chance ; Fall on our umes, where ruin must reform!)
Mark'd out for such an ise, as if 'twere meant Tell nu, my Musc, what monstrous dire offence,
T invite the builder, and his choice prevent. What crime, could any Christian king incense
Nor can we call it choice, when what we choose To such a rage? Was 't luxury, or lost?
Folly or blindness only could refuse.

Was he so temperate, so chaste, so just ?[mort: A crown of such majestic towr's doth grace Werethese theircrimes They were his own much The god's great inother, when her heav'nly race But wealth is crime enough to him that's poet; Do homage to her ; yet she cannot boast, Who, having spent the treasure of his crown, Among that num'rous and celestial host, Condemns their luxury to feed his own. More heroes than cau Windsor; nor doth Fame's Anel yet this act to varnish o'er the shame Immortal book record inore noble names. Of sacrilege, must bear Devotion's name; Not to look back so far, to whom this isle No crime so bold but would be understood Owes the first glory of so brave a pile, A scal, or at least a seeming, good: Whether to Cæsars Albanacı, or Brute, Wbo fears not to do ill, yei fers the name, The British Arthur, or the Danish Cnute, And, free froin conscience, is a are to fame: (Tho' this of old no less contest did move, Thus he the church at once protects and spoils : Than when for llomer's birth seven cities strove;). But princes' swords are sharper than their styles.

And * Mr. Waller. + Edward HI, and the Black Prince.

Queen Philippa. 58:The Kings of France and Scotland.

And thus to th' ages past he makes amends, Thy nobler streams shall visit Jove's abodes,
Their charity destroys, their faith defends. To shine among the stars *, and bathe the gods.
Then did religion in a lazy cell.

Here nature, whether more intent to please In empty airy contemplations dwell;

Us for herself, with strange varieties, And, like the block, unmoved lay : but ours, (For things of wonder give no less delight As much too active, like the stork devours. To the wise Maker's than beholder's sight : Is there no temperate region can be known. Tho' these delights froin sev'ral causes move; Betwixt their frigid and our torrid zone? For so our children, thus our friends we love,). Could we not wake from that lethargic dream, Wisely she knew, the harmony of things, But to be restless in a worse extreme?

As well as that of sounds, from discord springs. And for that lethargy was there no cure,

Such was the discord, which did first disperse But to be casuinio a calenture ?

Form, order, beauty, through the universe ; Can knowledge have no bound, but must advance While dryness moisture, coldness heat resists, So far, to make us wish for ignorance ; All that we have, and that we are, subsists. And rather in the dark to grope our way,

While the steep horrid roughness of the wood Than led by a false guide to err hy day? Strives with the gentle calmness of the flood. Who sees these disinal heaps, but would demand Such huge extremes when nature doth unite, What barbarous invader sack'd the land ? Wonder from thence results, from thence delight. But when he hears, no Goth, no Turk did bring The stream is so transparent, pure and clear, This desolation, but a Christian king; That had the self-enamour'd youth gaz'd here, When nothing but the naine of zeal

appears

So fatally deceiv'd he had not been, Twixt our best actions and the worst of theirs ; While he the bottom, not his face, had seen. What does he think our sacrilege would spare, But his proud head the airy mountain hides When sich th'effects of our devotions are ? Among the clouds ; his shoulders and his sides Parting from thence 'twixtanger,shaine,andfear, A shady mantle clothes; his curled brows Those for what's past, and this for what's too near, Frown on the gentle stream, which calmly flows; My eve, descending from the hill, surveys

While winds and storms his lofty forehead beat, WhereThames among the wanton valleys strays. The common fate of all that is high or great. Thames, the most lov'd of all the Ocean's sons Low at his foot a spacious plain is plac'd, By his old sire, to his embraces runs;

Between the mountain and the stream embrac'd; Hasting to

pay.
his tribute to the sea,

Which shade and shelter from the hill derives, Like mortal life to meet eternity.

While the kind river wealth and beauty gives; Tho' with those streams he no resemblance hold, And in the mixture of all these appears Whose foam is amber, and their gravel gold, Variety, which all the rest endears. His genuine and less guilty wealth t' explore,. This scene had some bold Greek or British bard Search not his bottom, but survey his shore, Bebeld of old, what stories have we heard O'er which he kindly spreads his spacious wing, Of fairies, satyrs, and the nymphs their dames, And hatches plenty for the ensuing.spring; Their feasts, their revels, and their am'rous flames! Nor then destroys it with too fond a stay, 'Tis still the same, although their airy shape Like mothers who their infants overlay ; All but a quick poetic sight escape, Nor with a suden and impetuous wave,

There Fannus and Sylvanus keep their courts, Like profuse kings, resumes the wealth he gave. And thither all the horned-host resorts No unexpected inundations spoil

To graze the ranker mead, that noble herd, The mower's hopes, or mock the plowman'stoil: On whose sublime and shady fronts is rear'd But gudlike his unwearied bounty flows; Nature's great master-piece; to show how soon First loves to do, then loves the good he does : Great things are made, but sooner are undone. Nor are his blessings to his banks confin’d, Here have I seen the King, when great affairs But free and common, as the sea or wind ; Gave leave to slacken and unbend his cares, When he, to boast or to disperse his stores, Attended to the chace by all the How'r Full of the tributes of his grateful shores, Of youth, whose hopes a noble prey devour : Visits the world, and in his flying tow'rs Pleasure with praise, and danger they would buy, Brings home to us, and makes both Indies ours; And wish a foe that would not only fly. Finds wealth where'tis, bestows it where it wants; The stag, now conscious of his fatal growth, Cities in deserts, woods in cities, plants. At once indulgent to his fear and sloth, So that to us no thing, no place is strange, To some dark covert his retreat had made, While his fair bosom is the world's exchange. Where nor man's eyes nor heaven's should invade O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream His soft repose; when th' unexpected sound My great example, as it is my theme !

Of dogs, and men, his wakeful ear does wound: Tho' deep, yet clear; tho' gentle, yet not dull ; | Rous'd with the noise, he scarce believes his ear, Strong withont rage, without o'er flowing full. Willing to think th' illusions of his fear Heaven her Eridanus no more shall boast, Had given this false alarm, but straight his view Whose fame in thine, like lesser current, 's lost, Confirms, that more than all his fears are true.

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Betray'd The Forest.

Bray'd in all his strengths, the wood beset; Só when the king a mortal shafi leis fly
All instruments, all arts of ruin met;

From his unerring hand, then glad to dit, Ile calls to mind his strength, and then his speed, Proud of the wound, to il resigns his blood, His winged hocis, and then his armed head; And sains the crystal with a purple flood. With these t'avoidl

, with that his file to ineer : This a more innocent and happy chace, But fear prevails, and bids hiin truse his fect. Than when of old, but in the self-same place, So tast he flies, that his reviewing eve

Fair Liberry pursued", anui incant a prev llas lost the chasers, and his car the cry ; To lawless pow'r, here turni'd and siouch at bay. Exulting, 'uill he finds their mobler sense

When in that remedy all hope was plac'd Their disproportion'd speed dosh recompense ;

Which was, or should have been at least, the last, Then curses his conspiring tect, whose scent llere was that charter seai'd, wherein the crown Betrays that safety which their switiness lent. All marks of arbitrary poor's lays down: Tben tries his friends; among the baser herd, Tyrant and slave, those names of hate and fear, Where he so lately was obey'd and fear'ı, The happier style of king and subject bear: His safety seeks ; the heril, unkindly vise, Happy, when both to the saque centre move, Or chaces him from thence, or from him Aies; When kinys give liberty, and subjects love. Like a declining statesinan, ieft forlorn Therefore not long in force this charter stund; To his friends' pity, and pursuer' scor,

Wanting that seal, it must be scal'd in blood. With shame remembers, while himself was one The subjects arm'd, the more their princes mave, Of the same herd, himself the same had done. Th' advantage only took i be more to crave; Thence to the coverts and the conscious groves, Till kings by giving give themselves away, The scene of his past triumphs and his loves ; And ev'n chai pow's that should deny beiras.' Sadly surveying where be rang'd alone “Il bogives constrained, but his own fear reviles Prince of the soil, and all the liesd bis own;

Not thank'd, but scom'd; nor are they gists, And, like a bold knight errant, did proclaim

but spoils." Combat to all, and bore away the dame; Thuskings, by grasping more than they could hold, And taught the woods to echo to the sireann

First made their subjects by oppression bold; His dreadful challenge and his clasting beam. And poplus sway, by forcing kings to give * Yet faintly now declines the fatal sırite, More than was fit for subjects to receive, So much his love was dearer than his life.

Ran to the same extremes: and one excess Now ev'ry leaf and ev'ry moving breath

Made boili, by striving to be greater, less: Presents a foe, and ev'ry foe a death.

When a calm river, rais'd will sudden rains, Wearied, forsaken, and pursued, at last Or snows dissolvid,n'erflows thadjoining plains, All safety in despair of safety plac'i,

The husbandmen with high-rais à banks secure Courage he thence resumes, resolvid to bear Their greedy hopes ; and this he can endure. All their assaults, since 'lis in vain to fear. But if with bays and dams they strive to furce And now, too late, he wishes for the light

llis channclio a new or narrow course, That strength he wasted in ignoble flight: No longer then within his banks he dwells; But when he sees the eayer ehace renew'd,

First to a torrent, then a deluge swells; Himself by dogs, the dogs by men pursued,

Stronger and fiercer by restraini he rears,[shores. He straight revokes his bold resolve, and inore

And knows no bound, but make his pow's bus Repents his courage than his fear before ; Finds that uncertain ways unsafest are, $ 25. On 11. Alraham Cowley's Death, and BuAnd doubt a greater mischief than despair. riul amongst the antant Ports. Denhanı. Then to the strcain, when neitherfriendsnorforce, Old Chaucer, like the morning star, Nor speed, nor art avail, he shapes his course ; To us discovers day from far; Thinks not their rage so desp'rate to essay His light those wists and clonds dissold An clernent more merciless ihan they.

Which our dark nation long involvid;
But fearless they pursue, nor can the food But, he descending to the shades,
Quench their dire thirst; alas, they thirst forbloud: Darkness again the age invades.
So towards a ship the oar-finn's gallies ply, Nese (like Aurora) Spenser rose,
Which wanting sea to ride, or wind to fly, Whose purple blush the day foreshows;
Stands but to fall reveng’d on those that dare The other three with his own fires
Tenupt the last fury of extreme despair. Phabus, the poet's god, inspires i
So fares the stag among th' enraged hounds, By Shakspeare's, Jonson's, Fletcher's lines
Repels their force,andwoundsreturnsforwounds. Our stage's lustre Rome outshines;
And as a hero, whoin his baser foes

These poets tear our princes sleep,
In troops surround, now these assails, now those; And in one grave our mansion kecp.
Through prodigal of life, disdains to die Thes livid to see so many days,
By coinmon hands; but if he can descry Till time had blasted all their bays ;
Some nobler foc approach, to liiin he calls, But cursed be the fatal hour
And begs his fate, and then contentcd falls : That pluck'd the fairest, sweetest now'r.

That • Runny Meado

That in the Muse's garden grex,

When heroes, gods, or godlike kings
And arnonest wither'd laurels ilirew!

They praise on their exalted wings
Time, which mosle :heir fame out-live, To the celestial orbs they climb,
To Cowley scarce did ripeness give.

And with th' harmonious spheres keep time : Old mother it and Nature gare

Vor did their actions fall behind Shakspeare and Fletcher all they have; Their words, but with like candor shind; In Spenser, and in Jonson, art

Each drew fair characters, yet none Of slower nature got the start;

Of those they feign'd excels their own. But both in lim so ejeni are,

Both by two yenerons princes lov'd, None knows which bears the happiest share.

Wulio knew, and judgd what they'approv'd : Tolim no author was anknown,

Yet having each the same desire, Pet hat be wrote was all his own;

Both from the busy ilırong retire.
He melied not the antient guld,

Their bodies, to their minds resign'd,
Nor, with Ben Jonson, did nuale bold (ar'd not to propagate their kind:
To plunder allihe Roman stores

Yet though both fell before their hour,
Of
poets
and of orators :

Time on their offspring hath no pow'r ; Horare's wit, and Virgil's state,

Vor fire por fate their bavs shall blast, llerid 1100 steal, but emulate!

Nor dealli's dark seil their day o'ercast.
And when he would like them appear,
Their qurb, but not their clothes, lid wcar :
ile not from logic alone, but Greece,

§ 26. An Essay on Translalal Verse.

Earl of Roscommon.
Like Jason, brought the gollen tlecce;
To hin that language (though to none

Ilarry that au£lior whose correct essay
Of th' others) as lois own was hnown. Repairs so well our old Horatian way:
On a stiff gale (as Flaccus sin:)

And happy you, who (by propitious fate)
The Theban stan stends his wings : On great Apollo's sacred standard wait,

lien thro' thi' etlicrcal clouds he flies, And with strict discipline instructed right, To the same piich our swan doth rise"; Have learn'd to use your arms before you fight. Ol Pindar's flights by him are reachid, But since the press, ihe pulpit, and the stage, When on that vale his wings are sereichid: Conspire to censure and expose our age; His fancy and lis judgement such,

Provoked too far, we resolutely must, tach to the oilict secind too much;

To the few virtues that we have, be just. Ilis severe julgement (giving law)

For who have long'd or who have labor'd more His inodest fancy kept in awe;

To search the treasures of the Roman store, Is rigid husbauids jealous are,

Or dig in Grecian inines for purer ore? When they believe their wives ton fair. The noblest fruits transplanted in our isle, His English streams so pure did flow,

With early hope and fragraut blossoms smile As all that saw and tasted know' ;

Familiar Oxid tender thoughts inspires, But for his Latin rein, so clear,

And nature seconds all his soft desires : Strong, full, and high, it doul appear,

Theocritus does now to us beloug; That, wore immortal Virgil here,

And Albion's rocks repeat his rural song. Him for his julge he would not fear;

Who las not heard low Italy was blest Of that great portraiturc, so true

Above the Medes, above the wealthy East? A copy pencil nerer drew.

Or Gallus' song so tonder and so true, My Vuse her song had ended here,

As auli Lycoris night with pity view! [hearse, Blit both their (enii straight appear;

When nourning nymphs atiend their Dabphis Joy and ainazement her did strike,

Who does not weep that reads the moving verse? Two twins she never saw so like.

But hicar, oh hear, in what exalted strains "Tiras taught by wise Pythagoras,

Sicilian Muses through these happy plains One coul mighi through morc bodies pa33 :

Proclaim Saturnian times -- our own Apollo Sering such iransmigration there,

reigos! She thought it not a fable here ;

W'ben Francehadbreath'd afierintestine broils, Such a resemblance of all parts,

And peace and conquest crown'd her foreign toils, Life, deallı, age, fortune, nature, arts;

Tliere (cultivated by a royal hand) Then lights her torch at theirs, to tell, Learning grew fast, and spread, and blessid the And show the world this parallel ;

land;

(known, Fxdand contemplative their looks,

The choicest books That Rome or Greece hare Still turning over nature's books :

Her excellent translators made her own; Their works chaste, moral, and divine, And Europe still considerably gains Where profit and delight combine;

Both by their good example and their pains. 'Ther, ilding dirt, in noble verse

From lience our generous emulation came; Ru-tie philo-ophy rehearse.

We undertook, and we perform'd ihe same.

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But • John Sheffield Duke of Buckingham.

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