Unheard by all, but thofe alone Whom to wisdom's fecret throne The Muse, with heav'n-taught guidance, deigns to bring, In thy airy car, pervade, Where Plato's raptur'd fpirit holds its folemn feat. IV. But, Fancy, downward urge thy flight. With hoary frofts eternal crown'd, Let me fix my stedfaft feet, Urging their stubborn way the rocks among, But to the plains defcended, Their fudden rage is ended. Now loft in deep recefs of darkfome bowers, Again now fparkling through the meads Reflecting the majestic towers, Its peaceful flood the roving channel leads. There the rural cots are feen, From whose low roof the curling fmoak afcends, Its groves embrown'd with lengthen'd shade; Of monarchs once retreat; In wild magnificence array'd, The pride of ancient times prefents, V. Near, fome imperial city seems to reign, With domes of art Vitruvian crown'd. Her mighty bulwarks threat the plain With many a work of death, and armed mound. Tall groves of crowded mafts arife; Their ftreamers waving to the skies. The banks are white with fwelling fails, Circling through pendant cliffs, and watery dales. The fallows brown, and dufky heath, While clouds the fleeting clouds purfue, And heaven appears to meet the ground; VI. Such are the scenes that oft invite To feed thee, Fancy, with delight. Every fenfe to transport winning, Then, Fancy, fpread thy wings again; Above, beneath, and all around: Let the tumbling billows spread; 'Till the coral floor we tread, Exploring all the wealth that decks the realms profound; There, gather gems that long have glow'd In the vast, unknown abode, The jafper vein'd, the faphire blue, Or decks the glittering roofs on high,' With these thy lovely brows be drest, In every gay, and various dye. But hark! the feas begin to roar, The whistling winds affault my ear, The louring storms around appear Fancy, bear me to the shore. There in thy realms, bright goddess, deign Secure to fix thy votary's feet: O give to follow oft thy train: Still with accuftom'd lay thy power to greet; To dwell with Peace, and sport with thee, An Address to his Elbow-chair, new cloath'd. By the late WM. SOMERVILE, Efq; Author of the Chace*. M Y dear companion, and my faithful friend! If Orpheus taught the liftening oaks to bend ; If stones and rubbish, at Amphion's call, Danc'd into form, and built the Theban wall; True, thou art fpruce and fine, a very beau; Knaves are my fcorn, and coxcombs are my sport. * Written towards the clofe of Mr. Somervile's life. Thy |