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Ducent ab obscura quiete
39 IV. Pro meo tecto casa fit, falubres Captet auroras, procul urbis atro Diftet à fumo, fugiatque longè Dura phthisis mala, dura tussis. Displicet Byrsa et fremitu molesto
Blandimenta artis fimul æquus odi,
To Mrs. Singer, (now Mrs. Rowe),
On the fight of some of her divine poems, never printed.
July 19, 1706.
1. On the fair banks of gentle Thames I tun'd my harp, nor did celestial themes Refuse to dance upon my strings : There beneath th' ev'ning sky I sung my cares aflcep, and rais'd my wishes high ; To everlasting things. Sudden from Albion's western coast Harmonious notes come gliding by; The neighb’ring shepherds knew the filver sound; “ 'Tis Philomela's voice," the neighb'ring shepherds At once my strings all filent lie,
(cry. At once my fainting Muse was lost, In the superiour sweetness drown'd: În vain I bid my tuneful pow'rs unite; My soul retir’d and left my tongue :
'Twas long ago I broke all but th' immortal strings :
SACRED TO THE MEMORY OF THE DEAD.
An epitaph on King William 111. of glorious memor
, Who died March 8th, 1701-2. Beneath these honours of a tomb Greatriefs in humble rain lies : (How earth confines in narrow room What heroes leave'beneath the skies !)
2. Preserve, O venerable Pile!
8 3. Ye gentlest ministers of Fate Attend the Monarch as he lies, And bid the foftest numbers wait With silken cords to bind his eyes.
4. Reft his dear sword beneath his head,
16 5. Ye sister-arts of Paint and Verse Place Albion fainting by his fide, Her groans arising o'er the hearse, And Belgia linking when he dy'd.