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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
On his back hung his wallet and fail. Behind him came Health from her cottage of
Now the rural graces three
In her cleanly home-spun vest.
The warning peal have giv'n; And pious Gratitude resounds
Her morning hymn to Heav'n.
All alive o'er the lawn,
The little lambkins play,
Come, my mates, let us work,
And all hands to the fork,
So fine is the day,
And so fragrant the hay,
In the middle of the ring,
From the leathern bottle swill.
Glitter 'mongst th' entangled trees, Where the hazles form a rank,
And court'sy to the courting breeze.
Could I thee to these meads decoy,
On a bank of fragrant thyme,
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.
From the Sun and from the show'r,
OR, THE MOWERS AT DINNER.
Ripa vagis taciturna ventis. HOR.
And short, but yet distinct and clear,
To the wanton whistling air
Fat Mirth, and Gallantry the gay,
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
Night with all her negro train,
Heav'ns! how you glide !-her neck-her chest
Does she move, or does she rest ?
As those roguish eyes advance,
Let me catch their side-long glance,
Soon-or they'll clude my sight,
Quick as lightning, and as bright.
The gazer's eye, and still retreats,
Then peeps again-then skulks unseen,
Veil'd behind the azure skreen.
Like the ever-toying dove,
Smile immensity of love;
Be Venus in each outward part,
And wear the vestal in your heart.
When I ask a kiss, or som
While others toil within the town, And let each rose that decks your face
Blush assent to my embrace.
ON THE FIFTH OF DECEMBER,
BEING THE BIRTH-DAY OF A BEAUTIFUL YOUNG LADY. His speculations thus the sage begun,
Hait, eldest of the monthly train,
December, in whose iron reign
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,
Smile gladly on this blest of days.
With more than summer rays.
Tho' jocund June may justly boast
Long days and happy hours,
Tho' August be Fomona's host,
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,
A sweeter flow'r than May.
ODE FOR MUSIC
ON SAINT CECILIA'S DAY,
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.
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,
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
(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
Rom your lyre-enchanted tow'rs,
While each orb in ether swims
Accordant to th' inspiring hymns ;
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.
Homer Odyss. a.
And Pindar would have it otherwise in bis,
αινει γε Παλαιον
μεν οινον, ανθεα δ' υμνων Yet Music and Love were victorious.
Hither Paradise remove
Spreads the placid bed of peace,
While each blast,
Or breathes it's last,
Or just does sigh a symphony and cease.
Neptune, &c. &c.
Behold Arion-on the stern he stands
Pall'd in theatrical attire,
Great in distress, and wakes the golden lyrer
While in a tender Orthian strain
He thus accosts the mistress of the main :
By the bright beams of Cynthia's eyes
Thro' which your waves attracted rise,
And actuate the hoary deep ;
By the secret coral cell,
And peaceful floods in silence sleep :
By the sea-flow'rs, that immerge
Their heads around the grotto's verge,
Dependent from the stooping stem;
By each roof-suspended drop,
That lightly lingers on the top,
And hesitates into a gem;
By thy kindred wat'ry gods,
The lakes, the riv'lets, founts and floods,
And all the pow'rs that live unseen
Underneath the liquid green;
and other rites to greater pow'rs are due. Great Ainphitrite (for thou can'st biad
The storm and regulate the wind)
Secure from the men and the monsters of prey !
Great Amphitrite, &c. &c.
He sung-The winds are charm'd to sleep,
Soft stillness steals along the deep,
The Tritons and the Nereids sigh
In soul-reflecting sympathy,
And all the andience of waters weep.
But Amphitrite her Dolphin sends the same,
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
In copious streams of lustre rise,
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,
Your noblest melody employ,
Such as becomes the mouth of joy,
Bring the sky-aspiring thought,
With bright expression richly wrought,
The main at length subdued, and all the world And answers from the neighbouring bay.
Comel ye festive, &c. &c.
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.
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!
And thou chief honour of the veil,
Hail, harmonious Virgin, hail !
When Death shall blot out every name,
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,
When tongues shall cease, and worlds consume,
And all the tuneful spheres be mute.
When Death shall blot out every name, &c.
TO THE SUPREME BEING,
ON RECOVERY FROM A DANGEROUS FIT OF ILLNESS.
TO DOCTOR JAMES.
Having made an humble offering to him, with-
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
your judgment and medicines rescued me from
the grave, permit me to say, in a manner almost
Ifit be meritorious to have investigated medi-
cines for the cure of distempers, either overlook-
ed or disregarded by all your predecessors, milCHORUS.
.lions yet unborn will celebrate the man, who
wrote the Medicinal Dictionary, and invented
Let such considerations as these, arm you with
constancy against the impotent attacks of those
particular enemies, who are foes to the public He pours his strains along,
It is no wonder, indeed, that some of the re-,
whatever might endanger their trade; but 'tis
Where sense and music are at strife; mercenary and mean enough to pay their court
And sing the subject into life. inventor of the Fever Powder at the expense of
'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