When rage misguides me, or when fear alarms, Lead through the paths thy virtue trode before, That awful form (which, so ye heavens decree, Or, rous'd by fancy, meets my waking eyes. Th' unblemish'd statesman seems to strike my sight; I meet his soul, which breathes in Cato there: His shape o'ertakes me in the lonely grove: There taught us how to live; and (oh! too high Thou hill, whose brow the antique structures grace, Rear'd by bold chiefs of Warwick's noble race, Why, once so lov'd, whene'er thy bower appears, O'er my dim eye-balls glance the sudden tears? How sweet were once thy prospects, fresh and fair, Thy sloping walks, and unpolluted air! How sweet the glooms beneath thy aged trees, Thy noon-tide shadow, and thy evening breeze! His image thy forsaken bowers restore; Thy walks and airy prospects charm no more; No more the summer in thy glooms allay'd, Thy evening breezes, and thy noon-day shade. From other ills, however fortune frown'd, Some refuge in the muse's art I found: xxii Reluctant now I touch the trembling string, These works divine, which, on his death-bed laid, And close to his, how soon! thy coffin lies. THOMAS TICKELL. THE CONTENTS. PAGE 5 poem to his Majesty. Presented to the Lord Keeper A translation of all Virgil's fourth Georgick, except the story 46 51 67 - 107 The story of Coronis, and birth of Æsculapius Ocyrrhoe transformed to a mare The transformation of Battus to a touch-stone Ovid's Metamorphoses. Book III. The story of Cadmus - - 142 To her Royal Highness the Princess of Wales, with the tragedy To Sir Godfrey Kneller, on his picture of the King Pax Gulielmi auspiciis Europæ reddita, 1697 ПYTMAIO-TEPANOMAXIA, sive, Prælium inter Pygmæos et Resurrectio delineata ad altare Col. Magd. Oxon Ad D. D. Hannes, insignissimum medicum et poetam - Machinæ gesticulantes, anglicè, a puppet-show - |