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O matre pulchra, filia pulchrior?

How true the mimic forms appear,
The ebon fhield and glitt'ring fpear!
The piercing eye, the steady mien,
A's erft in Athens fhe was feen;
Or rifing from her borrow'd guife,
She ftruck th' astonish'd * Grecian's eyes.
And in celestial radiance drest,

The martial goddefs ftood confest.

With brow indignant and fevere,
See Juno, jealous Queen, appear;
Stern, as when flighted by her God,
She made Heav'n tren.ble at her nod.-
But thefe are Fancy's airy train,

That fir'd old Homer's epic ftrain ;
Made heroes fight and deities jar,

And kept alive a ten years war.

*When Minerva had conducted Telemachus to Ithaca, under the appearance of Old Mentor, fhe refumed her form and left him.

Charlotte,

Charlotte, thy pencil's fkill'd to trace
Superior forms and eafier grace:
Why copy then what Fiction drew,
When Nature holds herfelf to view!
Ceafe on this Cyprian form to gaze,
And trust thy faithful mirror's rays;
By its reflected aid, you'll know
More vivid tints, the warmer glow.
The auburn ringlet-brilliant eye-
Dimples-where Loves in ambush lie-
Teeth-as the Ceylon ivory white-
Lips-with the Perfian coral dight-
The graceful neck-and fwelling breast-
Here Fancy blufhing paints the rest.

FUSEE, R. G. R.

Dec. 1778.

INSCRIBED

WITHIN A TOWER WHICH MAKES

PART OF A RUINED CASTLE, ERECTED LATELY AT WIMPOLE, THE SEAT OF THE EARL OF HARDWICKE, IN CAMBRIDGESHIRE.

BY DANIEL WRAY, ESQ

WHEN Henry stemm'd Ierne's ftormy flood,.
And bow'd to Britain's yoke her favage brood;

Henry II.

When

When by true courage and falfe zeal impell❜d,
* Richard encamp'd on Salem's palmy field;
On towers like thefe, Earl, Baron, Vavafor,
Hung high their banners waving in the air;
Free, hardy, proud, they brav'd their feudal Lord,
And tried their rights by ordeal of the fword;
Now the full board with Christmas plenty crown'd;
Now ravag'd and opprefs'd the country round;
Yet Freedom's caufe once rais'd the civil broil,
And Magna Charta clos'd the glorious toil.

Spruce modern villas different fcenes afford
The Patriot Baronet, the Courtier Lord,
Gently amus'd now waste the Summer's day,
In Book-room, Print-room, or in Ferme Ormée :
While wit, champaign, and pines and poetry,
Virtù and ice the genial feast supply.
But hence the poor are cherish'd, artists fed,
And Vanity relieves-in Bounty's fted.

Oh! might our age in happy concert join
The manly virtues of the Norman line,
With the true fcience and just taste which ráife
High in each useful art these modern days!

Richard I.

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A MODERN INVOCATION TO A COOK-MAID.

BY MR. K

OF K-COL. CE.

Ne fit ancillæ tibi amor pudori,
-prius infolentem,

Serva Brifcis niveo colore

Movit Achillem.

COME and crown your lover's wishes,
Vain's the task you now pursue,
Leave, ah leave, your pewter dishes,
Think not they can fhine like you.

Though no borrow'd airs befriend you,
Careless Beauty wins the heart;

And if Nature's smells attend you,
Health is fweeter far than Art.

What tho' curling fteams around thee,
Quick in circling eddies play,
Beauty's luftre would confound me,
Did not that obfcure its ray.

While you fcrub that radiant pewter,
That reflects your rofy hue,

Who'd not wish to be a fuitor,

To its bright reflection too.

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What tho' low and mean your place is,
Still you fhine with native pride,
And your rags discover graces,

Which brocades would only hide.

A POETICAL EPISTLE ΤΟ LORD KELLY, OCCA

SIONED BY HIS MIRACULOUS

ESCAPE FROM

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DARK was the day, the wind rag'd high,

Black roll'd the clouds athwart the sky,
Sublime was heard the thunder's roar,
Re-echoing from fhore to fhore:
The rain in floods the foreft bath'd,
The tow'ring oaks the light'ning scath'd,
While spectres dire of horrid form
Clung to the wild wings of the ftorm.

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