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Whom the old Roman wall so ill confin'd, Chang'd like the world's great scene! when with With a new chain of garrisons you bind :

out noise Here foreign gold no more shall nakethem come; The rising sun night's vulgar lights destroys. Our English iron holds them fast at home. llad rou, some ages past, this race of glory Thev, that henceforth imust be content to know, Run, with ainazement we should read your story; No warmer region than their hills of 1901, But living virtue, all achievements past, May blame the sun; but instextol your Grace, Voets envy still to grapple with at last. Which in our senate hath allowed them place. This Cæsar found ; and that ungrateful age, Preferrd by conquest, happily o'erthrown, With losing him, went back to blood and rage : Falling they rise, to be with us made one; Vistaken Brutus thought to break their yokc, So kind dictators male, when they came home, But out the bond of union with that stroke. Their vanquishid 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 ; Allvane'id to be a portion of our state;

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

If Rome's great senate could not wieldthatsword, Holland, to guin vonir 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 bizard to have you her foe. To rule victorious isnies, but by you? In our late fight, when cannons did diffuse, Yon, that had taught them to subdue their foes, Prerenting 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 ibeir 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, bui 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 cast; Tigers have couraze, and the rugged bear; So England now does, with like toil opprest, But mau alone can whom he conquers spare. Her weary head ppon your bosom rest. To pardon willing, and to punish loth, | Then let the Muses with such 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 bad our age inisled, Tell of towns storm'd, of armies over-run, And o'er this nation such confusion spread; And nighty kingdoms by your conduct won: The ouly cure which could from heaven come How, while you thunder'd, clouds of dust did downi,

choke Was so much pow'r and piety in one!

Contending troops, and seas lay hid in smoke. One, whose extraction from an antient line Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, Gises hope again that well-born nieu mar shine: And ev'ry conqueror creates a Muse: The meani, in your nature mild and good; Here in low strains your inilder deuds we sing : The noble rest secured in your blood.

But there, my Lord: we'll bars and olives bring Oft bure we wonder'd, how you hid in peace To crown your head; while you in triunph ride i mind proportion'd to such things as these ; O'er vanquish'd nations, and the sea beside; 11*uch a ruling spirit you could restrain, HV hile all your neighbour-prince- uinto voll,

Tid practise first over yourself to reign. · Like Josepli's sheares, pay reverence and bow.
Your private life did a just pattern give,
llow fathers, husbands, pions sons, should lire; S 24. Cooper's Hill. Denham.
Born to comunandt, your princely virtues slept,
Like humble Durid's, while the fluck he kept.

| Sury. there are poets which did oover dream But when your troubled country call'd you forth, ivi Ilelicon; we thereture inay suppose

It'pou Parnassus, Dor die take the sirean tour flamin canrate and voor inatchless worth, Those inadc not poets, blit the poets those. Diuzzling the Cics of all that did pretend,

ludas courts makenoikings, but kings the court, Tu fierce contention gavo pro.p'rous end. So whrrethie Muscs and their train resort, Silt as you rice, the state', exileri 100,

Particis us siands; it I can be to thee Tind ku disiemper isbile baned by ron, TA poet, thou Parnassus art 10 mc.

Nor

Nor wonder, if (advantag'd in my flight (Like him in birth, thou shouldst be like in fanie,
By taking wing from thy auspicious height) As thine his fate, it mine had been his flame)
Through untrac'd ways and airy paths I fly, But whosoe'er it was, Nature designe
More boundless in my fancy than my eve: First a brave place, and then as brare a mind.
Myeye, which swift as though contracts inespace Vot to recount these serral kings, to whoni
That lies between, and first salutes the place. It gave a cradle, or to whom a tinb;
Crown'rl with that sacred pile, so vast, so high, But thee, great Edwar, and thy greater son t,
That whether 'tis a part of earth or sky (The lilies which his father wore he won), ..
Uncertain seers, and may be thought a proud and thy Bellona f, who the consort came
Aspiring mountain, or descending cloud, I flight Not only to thy bed, but to thy faine.
Paul's, the late theme of such a Muse* whose She to thy triumpha led one captive king ,
Has bravely reach'd and soar'd above thy height: Andbrou buharson whichdid the second brings.
Now shaliihou stand, tho'sword, or time, or fire; Then didsi thou found that order (wherlier lore
Or zeal more fierce than they, thy full eonspire; Or victory thy royal thoughts did move,
Secure whilst thee the best of poets 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 elperors esteem
And, like a mist beneath a hill, doth sise; The second honor to their diadem.
Whose state and wealth, the business and the Uad thy great destiny but given thee skill
Seem at this distance but adarker cloud; (crowd, To know, as well as pow'r to act, her will:
And is, to him who rishtly things esiecins, That from those kings, who then thiy captives
No other in effcct than what it seens :

In aster-times should spring a royal pair, were, Where, with like haste, tho'several way they run Who should possess all that thy mighty pow's, Some to undo, and some to be undone ; Or thy desires more mighty, did 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 fur, or the vanguish'd fear ; As rivers lost in scas some secret rein

That blood which thou and thy great grandsire Thence reconveys, there to be lost again. land all that since these sister nations bled, shev, Oh happiness of sweet retir’d content ! llad been unspilt, had happy Edward knowo To be at once sccure and immocent.

That all the blood he spili had been his own. Windsor the next(wherellars 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 confind Into my eye, and doch itself present

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

Who to his realms that azure rounú hath joind, Access, no horror turus away our cyes; Which Nature for their bound at first design'd; But such a rise as doth at once insie

Thatbound to which the wcrld's extremest ends, A pleasure and a rev'rence from the sight. Endless itself, its lignid arms extends. Thy mighty master's einblem, in whose face Nordoth he need thosc 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 proud Ilere should my wonderdwell,and here my praise, To be the hasis of that pompous load.

Barmy fix'd thoughts my wand'ring eye betrays, Than which a nobler weight no mountain bcars, Viewing a neighb'ring hill, whose top of late But Atlas only which supports their spheres. A chapel crown'd, vill in the copumon fate WhenNature'shand thisground did thus advance, Th' adjoining abbey fell (mas no such siorm 'Twas guided by a wiser Pow'r than Chance; Fall on our umes, where ruin must rcform! Mark'd out for such an use, as if 'were meant Tell me, 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 lust? Folly or blindness only could refusc.

Was he so temperate, so chaste, so just ?[more: A crown of such majestic towr's doth grace Were these theircrimes. They were his own much The god's great inother, when her heav'nly race But wealih is crime enough to him that's puer; Do homage to her ; yet she cannot boast, Whio, having spent the treasure of his crown, Among that num'rous and celestial host, Condemns their luxury to feed his own. More heroes than can Windsor; nor doth Fame's And yet this act to varnish o'er the shame Immortal book record more noble names. Of sacrilege, must bear Devocion'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 real, or at least a seeming, good : Whener to Cæsar, Albanact, or Brute, Wbo fears not to do ill, yet fears the name, The British Arthur, or the Danish Cnute, And, free froin conscience, is a slave to fame : (Tho' this of uld no less contest did move, | Thus he the church at once protects and spoils : Than when forllomer's birth seven cities strove;). But princes' swords are sharper than their styles.

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Queen Philippa. o''SS 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 båthe 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 from scy'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 casuinto a calenture ?

Form, order, beauty, through the universe ; Can knowledge have no bound, but mustadvance While dryness moisture, coldness lieat 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 by 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 liis 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 'twixt anger,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, Where Thanies among the wanton valleys strays. The common fate of all that's high or great. , Thames, the most lov’d of all the Occan's sons Low at his foot a spacious plain is plac'd, Bv 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 mixiure 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 bottoni, but survey his shore, Bebeld of old, what stories have wc 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 overlav; All but a quick poetic sight escape. Nor with a swden 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 anexpected inundations spoil

To graze the ranker mead, that noble herd,' . The mower's hopes, or mock the plowman's toil: On whose sublime and shady fronts is rear'd But gudlike his unwearied bounty Aows; 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 Aying 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, bestowsit 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, hescarce believes his ear, Strong withont rage, without q'erflowing 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 Ths]Forest.

Bray'd in all his strengths, the wood beset; So when the king a morial shafi leis Air
All instrumesits, all arts of ruin met;

From his unerring hand, then glad to dit,
Ile calls to inind his strength, and then his speed, Proud of the wound, to il roigs his blood,
His winged hools, and then his armed heal; And siins the crystal with a porple floud.
Widi these t'avoid, with that his file to meet : This a more innocent and happ» chace,
But fear prevails, and bids him trust his feet. Than when of old, but in the sellainie place,
So tase he tlies, that his reviewing are

Fair Liberiy pursued *, and ineant a prey Nas lost the chasers, and his car the cry ;

Tu law less piw'r, liere turnd and sioki at bas. Exulting, 'uill be finds their nobler sense

Then in that remedy all hope was placd . Their disproportion'd Speed doch recompense; illicht war, or should have been at least, the last, Then curses his conspiring tect, whose scent llere was that charter seaid, wherein the crowa Betrays that safety which their suitiness lent. Ill marks of arbitrary ov's lus down: Tben tries his friends; among the biser herd, Tyrant and slave, those names of hate and fear, Where he go lately was obvey d and fearii, The happier style of king and subject bear: His safety seeks; the herd, unkindly vise, Happy, when buth to the same centre mone, Or chaces him from thence, or frorú im Aies :: When kings give liberty, and subjects lore. Like a declining statesman, icfi forlorn

Therefore not long in force this charier sto ; To his friends' pity, and pursuer 'vcom,

lanting that scal, it must be scald in blood. With shume reineinbers, while himself was one The subjects irmd, the more vieir princes mulie, Of the same herd, himself the saine had done. Th' advantage only took die more 10 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 that pow'r that shouled deny beiras.' Sadly surveving where be rang'd alone

"Il Bouires constrain dd, but his own fear revile's Prince of the soil, and all the herd his own; "Not thank'd, but scom'd ; nor are they uits, And, like a bolel knight errant, did proclaim

but spoils." Combat to all, and bore away the daine ;

Thuskings, bygrasping more than they could hold, And taught the woods to echio to the streana

First made their subjects by oppression bold; Ilis dreadful challenge and his clasting bcam. And poplir sway, by forcing kings to give * Yet faintly now declines the fatal suite,

More than was fit for subject to receive, So much his love was dearer than his lije.

Ran in the same extremesi and one excess Now ev'ry leaf and ev'ry moving breath

Mide both, by striving to be greater, less. Presents a foe, and ev'ry toe a death.

When a calm river, rais'd with sudden rains, Wearied, forsaken, and pursued, at last

Or snows dis olid,o'erflows th'adjoining plains, All safety in despair of safety placid,

The husbandmen with high-rais à banks secure Courage he thence resumes, resolvid to bear Their greedy hopes ; and this lie can endure. All their assaults, since 'lis in vain to fear.

But if with bays and dams they strive to force And now, too late, he wishes for the light

His channelio a new or narrow course, That strength he wasted in ignoble tight: No longer then within his banks he dwells; But when he sees the cayer ehace renewid.

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

Stronger and fiercer by restraint he roars,[shores, Ile straight revokes his bold resolve, and inore And know's no bound, but make his pow'r his Repents his courage than his fear before ; Finds that uncertain ways unsafest are, 15 25. On 117. Alraham Curcle's Death, and BaAnd doubt a greater mischief than despair. riul amongst the ancient Ports. Denhan. Then to the strcain, when neitherfriendsnorforce, Old Chaucer, like the miorning star, Nor speed, nor art avail, he shapes his course; I'To us discovers day from far; Thinks not their rage so desp'rale to essay l lis light those wists and clonds dissold An clernent more merciless than they.

Whicli unr dark nation long involvid; But fearless they pursue, nor can the Hood 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-finnú gallies ply, Next (like Aurora) Spenser rose, Which wanting sea to ride, or wind to fli, Whose purple blush the day foreshows; Stands but to fall reveng'd on those that dare The other iliree with his own fires Tenipt the last fury of extreme despair. Phæbus, the poet's god, inspires; So fares the stag among th' enraged hounds, By Shakspeare's, Jonson's, Fletcher's lines Repcls their force,andwoundsreturnsforwounds. Our stage's lustre Rome outshines; And as a hero, whom his baser foes

These poets ticar our princes sleep, In troops surround, now these assails, now those; And in one grave our mansion keep. Through prodigal of life, disdains to die |Thes liv'd to see so many days, By cornion hands; but if he can descrv Till time had blasted all their bays; Some nobler fuc approach, to hiin he calls, But cursed be the fatal hour And begs his fate, and then contented falls: That pluck'd the fairest, swestest flow's. ,

• Runny Meade

That in the Vuse's garden grow,

When herocs, gods, or godlike kings
And ainonost witherid laurels threw!

They praise, on their cxalten wings
Time, which male :heir fame out-live, . To the celestial orbs they clinb,
To Cowler scarce did rizeniess give.

And with th' harmonious poberes keep time : Old mother llit and Nature gare

Vordid their actions fall behind Shakspeare and Fletcher all they have;

Their words, but with like candor shin'd; In Speiser, and in Jonson, art

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

Of those they feirn'd excels their own. But both in liin 80 eguzi arc,

Both by two generous princes lor'd, None knows which bears the happiest share. Who knew, and judgid what they approvdi To hiin no author kus aikrown,

Yet having cach the same desire, Yer shat he wrote vas all his own;

Both from the busy throng retire. He melied not the antient gold,

Their bodies, to their miniis resign'd, Nor, with Bon Jonson, did ruske bold

Card not to propagate their kind : To plunder all the Roman stores

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

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

Vor fire vor fate their bavs shall blast, . lle did not scal, but emulate!

Vor deathi's dark seil their day o'ercast.
ind when he would like them appear,
Their qurbs, but not their clothes, did wear :
He not from Rome alone, but Greece,

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Earl of Roscommon. Like Jason, brought the golden fleece; To him that language (though to none

IIappy that author whose correct essay * Of thother) as his own was known).

Repairs so well our old Horarian way: On a stiff gale (as Flaccus sin )

And happy you, who (by propitious fate) The Theban siad cytends his wings :

On great Apollo's sacred standard wait, Illien thro' ti' cthereal clouds he flies, And with strict disciplinc instructed right, To the same piich, our ssan doth rice;

Llave learv'd 10 use your arms before you fight. Old Pindar's Ilight by him are reachid, But since the press, The pulpit, and the stage, When on that cale his wings are seretchd: Conspire to censure and expose our age; Hi, fancy and liis judgement such,

Provoked too far, we resolutely must, Each to ihe other sceip'd 100 much;

To the few virtues that we have, be just. Ris severe judgement (giving live)

For who have long'd or who have labor'd more His inodesi farver kept in awe;

To search the treasures of the Roman store, 1. rigid husbands jealous are,

Or dig in Grecian inines for purer ore? When ther believe their wives too frir.

[The noblest fruits transplanted in our isle, His English streams so pure did flow,

With curly hope and fragraut blossoms smile is all that save and tasted know :

Familiar Ovid tender thoughts inspires, But for his Latin vein, so clear,

And nature seconds all his soft desires : Suring, full, and high, it doui appear,

Theocritus docs now to us belong ; That, were immortal Virgil hiere,

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

Who has not heard how Italy was blest Of that great portraiturc, su True

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

Or Gallus' song so tonder and so true, My Mike her song had ended liere,

Is cu'! Lycoris mighil with pity view ! [hearse, Bit both their Genii straight appear;

When inourning nymphis atiend their Dahphis Joy and amazement her did strike,

Who does not weep that reads the moving rers? Tivotnins she never saw so like.

But hear, oh hear, in what exalted strains 2 Tuos taughi hy wise Puthagoras,

Sicilian Vluses through these happy plains One soul wight through morc bodlies pa33 : Proclaim Saturnian times our own Apollo Sering suurin iransmigrating there,

reigos! She thought it not a fable here;

When Francehalbreath'daferintestine broils, Such a resemblance of all parts,

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

Tiere (cultivated by a royal hand) Then lights her torch at theirs, to tell,

Learning grew fast, and spread, and bless'd the And show the world this parallel ;

land;

. Sknown, Fixdund contemplative their looks,

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

Her excellent translators made her own; Their worka chaste, moral, and divine,

And Europe still considerably gains Where profit and delight combine;

Both by their good example and their pains. Ther, pilding dirt, in noble serve

From hence our generous emulation came; Ru-lie philosophy rehearse.

We undertook, and we performnd ihe same.

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But • John Sheffield Duke of Buckingham.

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