Chorus I. Recitative. Air IV. All hail, all hail, Majestic Granta! hail thy aweful name You too, illuftrious Train, fhe greets Caught the bright beams of that ætherial fire, To hurl the fhafts of reafon and to weild And now the tunes her plaufive fong The treasures of immortal Truth, And open Wifdom's golden mine. Recitative. Each youth infpir'd by your perfuafive art, And feels in his tranfported foul Enthufiaftic raptures roll, Gen'rous as thofe the fons of Cecrops caught In hoar Lyceum's fhades from Plato's fire-clad thought, VIII. Air Air V. VIII. O Granta! on thy happy plain Still may these Attic glories reign: Still mayft thou keep thy wonted state, In unaffected grandeur great; Recitative.Great as this illuftrious hour, When He, whom GEORGE's well-weigh'd choice And Albion's gen'ral voice Have lifted to the fairest heights of power, And add fresh glories to his honour'd brow. Air VI. Hafte then, and amply o'er his head Mean while the Muse shall snatch the trump of Fame, And lift her fwelling accents high, To tell the world that PELHAM's name Is dear to Learning as to Liberty. Full Chorus. The Mufe fhall fnatch the trump of Fame, And lift her fwelling accents high, To tell the world that PELHAM's name Is dear to Learning as to Liberty. ODE ODE to an EOLUS's * Harp. Sent to Mifs SHEPHEARD. Y By the Same. "ES, magic lyre! now all compleat Bade bleft hands thy form prepare; my Ah go, and sweetly footh her tender breast For know, full oft, while o'er the mead Then fhall the Sylphs, and Sylphids bright, Her virgin charms are giv'n, in circling flight Some, flutt'ring 'mid thy trembling ftrings, * This inftrument appears to have been invented by KIRCHER: who has given a very accurate defeription of it in his MUSURGIA. After having been neglected above an hundred years, it was again accidentally discovered by Mr. OSWALD. See Vol. III. p. 4. of this Mifcellany. While others check each ruder gale, To myrtle groves, Elysian greens, 'Mid which fome fav'rite youth shall rove, Shall meet, fhall lead her thro' the glitt'ring scenes,' And all be mufic, extacy, and love. to HEALTH. ODE to Non eft vivere, fed valere, vita. MARTIAL. By Mr. DUNCOMBE, Fellow of Corpus Chrifti College, CAMBRIDGE. I. EALTH! to thee thy vot'ry owes H All the bleffings life beftows, All the sweets the fummer yields, By thee his eye each scene with rapture views; The Mufe fhall fing thy gifts, for they infpire the Muse. II. Does II. Does increase of wealth impart The swain's and virgin's artless cheek? From HEALTH thefe blushes, fmiles and tranfports flow; Wealth, children, love itself, to HEALTH their relish owe. III. Nymph! with thee, at early Morn, Let me brush the waving corn; O bear me to the wood-bine bow'r ! When Evening lights her glow-worm, lead To yonder dew-enamel'd mead; And let me range at Night thofe glimm'ring groves, Where Stillness ever fleeps, and Contemplation roves. IV. This my tributary lay, Grateful at thy fhrine I pay, Who for fev'n whole years haft shed Thy balmy bleffings o'er my head; Those fragrant lips of rofy hue, Nor think there needs th' allay of sharp disease, To quicken thy repaft, and give it pow'r to please. |