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• Know-to confute your envious pride
could no resemblance trace:
The connoisseurs depart in haste,
A Witch, that from her ebon chair
sacred laws ? Look at my train, yon wandering host, See how the trembling stars are lost! Through the celestial regions wide, Why do they range without a guide ?
Chaos, from our confusion, may
I'm (says the Witch) severely cross'd,
Soon as the impious charge was givenFrom the tremendous stores of heaven, Jove with a bolt-revengeful! red! Struck the detested monster dead.
If there are slaves to pity blind,
Freedom and her friends,
IRREGULAR ODE ON MUSIC.
A soft, a pleasing pain
my heated blood through every vein;
Now wild with fierce desire,
My breast is all on fire!
With melting ecstasy!
The distant trees forsake the wood,
To hear the heavenly sound;
The dryads leave the mountains,
The naiads quit the fountains,
See what soft harmony can do!
Till in a large collected mass they grew:
Apollo's harp unknown,
The deity alone.
PERFORMED AT THE CASTLE OF DUBLIN.
HARK-how the soul of Music reigns,
As when the first great birth of Nature sprung, When Chaos burst his massy chains,
'Twas thus the cherubs sung-
Shall British glories rise!
And lift her to the skies.
His lofty clarions roar;
The hostile Gallic shore.
• Mark-how his name with terror fills!
Where pallid treasons dwell;
And now she sinks to hell.
· Haste-let Ierne's harp be newly strung, And after mighty George be William sung.
• Talk no more of Grecian glory, William stands the first in story: He, with British ardour glows:
See-the pride of Gallia fading!
See-the youthful warrior leading Britons vengeful to their foes ! • Fair is the olive branch Hibernia boasts, Nor shall the din of war disturb her coasts; While Stanhope smiles, her sons are bless'd, In native loyalty confess'd! See- see, thrice happy isle !
See what gracious George bestow'd ; Twice' have you seen a Stanhope smile,
These are gifts become a god! • How the grateful island glows!
Stanhope's name shall be revered; Whilst by subjects and by foes
Sacred George is loved and fear'd.
1 Earls of Chesterfield and Harrington, both successively Lords Lieutenants of Ireland.