IV.

But, Fancy, downward urge thy flight.
On fome mountain's towering height;

With hoary frofts eternal crown'd,
Rapt with dusky vapours round,
Let me fix my stedfast feet.
I feel, I feel the fanning gales;
The wat'ry mifts beneath retreat.
The noontide ray now darts its heat,
And pours its glories o'er the vales.
Glittering to the dancing beams,
Urging their stubborn way the rocks among,
I hear, and fee a thousand freams
Foam, and roar, and rush along.
But to the plains defcended,
Their fudden rage is ended.

Now loft in deep recefs of darkfome bowers,
Again now sparkling thro' the meads
Vefted foft with vernal flowers,

Reflecting the majestic towers,

Its peaceful flood the roving channel leads.
There the rural cots are seen,

From whofe low roof the curling smoke afcends,
And dims with blueish volumes all the green.
There fome foreft far extends

Its groves embrown'd with lengthen'd shade;
Embofom'd where fome Gothic feat,

Of monarchs once retreat;

In wild magnificence array'd,
The pride of ancient times prefents,
And lifts, in contrast fair display'd,
Its fun-reflecting battlements.

V.

Near, fome imperial city seems to reign,
Triumphant o'er the subject land;

With domes of art Vitruvian crown'd.
See gleam her gilded fpires around,
Her gates in aweful grandeur ftand.
Equal to shine in peace, or war sustain ;

Her mighty bulwarks threat the plain

With many a work of death, and armed mound.
Where rolls her wealthy river deep and wide,
Tall groves of crowded mafts arife ;

Their ftreamers waving to the skies.
The banks are white with fwelling fails,
And diftant veffels ftem the tide,

Circling thro' pendant cliffs, and watery dales.
The ruffet hills, the valleys green beneath,
The fallows brown, and dufky heath,
The yellow corn, empurpled vine,
In union foft their tints combine,
And, Fancy, all engage thine eye
With a fweet variety.

While clouds the fleeting clouds pursue,
In mutual fhade, and mutual light,
The changing landscape meets the fight;
'Till the ken no more can view;
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And

And heaven appears to meet the ground;
The rifing lands, and azure distance drown'd

Amid the gay horizon's golden bound.

VI.

Such are the scenes that oft invite
To feed thee, Fancy, with delight.

All that nature can create,
Beauteous, aweful, new and great,
Sweet enthufiaft, is thy treasure,
Source of wonder, and of pleasure ;
Every sense to transport winning,
Still unbounded and beginning.
Then, Fancy, spread thy wings again ;

Unlock the caverns of the main.

Above, beneath, and all around:

Let the tumbling billows fpread Pawnbeto

'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 vaft, unknown abode,
The jafper vein'd, the faphire blue,

The ruby bright with crimson hue,

Whate'er the bed refplendent paves, il cink Flosal Or decks the glittering roofs on high, ana y pel Thro' whofe translucent arch are seen the rolling waves. Fancy, these shall clasp thy veft,

With these thy lovely brows be dreft,
In every gay, and various dye.

But

But hark!

the feas begin to roar,

The whistling winds affault my ear,

The low'ring ftorms 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 accustom'd lay thy power to greet;
To dwell with Peace, and sport with thee,
Fancy, ever fair and free.

An Address to his Elbow-chair, new cloath'd.

By the late WM.SOMERVILE, Efq; Author of the Chace.

M If Orpheus taught the liftening oaks to bend;

Y dear companion, and my faithful friend!

If stones and rubbish, at Amphion's call,
Danc'd into form, and built the Theban wall;
Why should'st not thou attend my humble lays,
And hear my grateful harp refound thy praife?

*Written towards the clofe of Mr. Somervile's life.

True, thou art fpruce and fine, à very beau';
But what are trappings, and external show?
To real worth alone I make my court';

Knaves are my scorn, and coxcombs are my sport.
Once I beheld thee far lefs trim and gay;
Ragged, disjointed, and to worms a prey;
The fafe retreat of every lurking mouse ;
Derided, fhun'd; the lumber of my house!:

Thy robe, how chang'd from what it was before!
Thy velvet robe, which pleas'd my fires of yore!
'Tis thus capricious Fortune wheels us round;
Aloft we mount-then tumble to the ground.
Yet grateful then, my conftancy I prov'd

I knew thy worth; my friend in rags I lov'd!
I loy'd thee, more; nor, like a courtier, fpurn'd
My benefactor, when the tide was túrh'd.

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With conscious fhame, yet frankly, I confess,
That in my youthful days-I lov'd thee lefs.
Where vanity, where pleasure call'd, I stray'd;
And every wayward appetite obey'd.

But fage experience taught me how to prize
Myfelf; and how, this world: the bade me rife

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To nobler flights, regardless of a race

Of factious emmets; pointed where to place
My blifs, and lodg'd me in thy foft embrace.

Here on thy yielding down I fit fecure;
And, patiently, what heav'n has fent, endure:

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