But fov'reign heav'n, whofe ways are ever wife,
Juft drew the glorious dawn before his eyes;
And for his happier fon referv'd the fight
Of Brunswick's power in its meridian light.
GEORGE fhall in him prove honour, courage, truth,
And find the father in the pregnant youth.
Thus the great leader of the Hebrew bands,
Through opening billows and o'er burning fands,
From Egypt's yoke, and haughty Pharaoh's chains,
To Canaan's fruitful hills, and flow'ry plains,
From Pifgah's height the promis'd land defcry'd ;
More was forbid; he faw, rejoic'd, and dy'd.
*****

PARAPHRASE upon a FRENCH SONG.
By WILLIAM SOMERVILE, Efq;

Venge moy d'une ingrate maitreffe,
Dicu du vin, j'implore bon pureffe,

KIND relief in all my pain,

Jolly Bacchus! hear my prayer,
Vengeance on th' ingrateful fair!
In thy fmiling cordial bowl,
Drown the forrows of my foul,
All thy deity employ,

Gild each gloomy thought with joy.

He died a few months after the acceffion of George I.

This was afterwards the well-known Philip, Duke of Wharton,

whose character is admirably drawn by Mr. Pope in his Moral Essays.

See epift. I. 1. 180.

Jolly

Is the not one of your immortal race?
Fly, ye winged Cupids, fly,

Dart like light'ning through the sky:
Would ye in marble temples dwell,
The dear-one to my arms compel;
Bring her in bands of myrtle tied,
Bid her forget, and bid her hide
All her scorn and all her pride.
Would ye that your flave repay
A fmoking hecatomb each day,
O restore,

The beauteous Goddess I adore,
O restore, with all her charms,
The faithless vagrant to my arms.

THE

TOMB of SHAKSPEARE.

A

VIS
Ι SION.

By JOHN GILBERT COOPER, Efq;

HAT time the jocund rofie-bofom'd HOURS

WHAT

Led forth the train of PHOEBUS and the SPRING,

And ZEPHYR mild profufely scatter'd flowers
On earth's green mantle from his mufky wing,

The MORN unbarr'd th' ambrofial gates of light,
Weftward the raven-pinion'd Darkness flew,
The Landscape fmil'd in vernal beauty bright,
And to their graves the fullen Ghosts withdrew.
The nightingale no longer fwell'd her throat
With love-lorn plainings tremulous and flow,
And on the wings of Silence ceas'd to float

The gurgling notes of her melodious woe:

The

The God of fleep myfterious vifions led
In gay proceffion 'fore the mental eye;
And

my free'd foul awhile her manfion fled, To try her plumes for immortality.

Through fields of air, methought, I took my flight,
Through every clime, o'er every region pafs'd,
No paradife or ruin 'scap'd my sight,

HESPERIAN garden, or CIMMERIAN waste.

On Avon's banks I lit, whose streams appear

To wind with eddies fond round SHAKSPEARE's tomb, The year's first feath'ry songsters warble near, And vi'lets breathe, and earliest roses bloom.

Here FANCY fat, (her dewy fingers cold

Decking with flow'rets fresh th' unfùllied fod,)
And bath'd with tears the fad fepulchral mold,
Her fav'rite offspring's long and last abode.

Ah! what avails, fhe cry'd, a Poet's name?
Ah! what avails th' immortalizing breath
To fnatch from dumb Oblivion others fame?
My darling child here lies a prey to Death !
Let gentle OTWAY, white-rob'd PITY's priest,
From grief Domestic teach the tears to flow,
Or SOUTHERN captivate th' impassion'd breast
With heart-felt fighs and fympathy of woe.

For

For not to thefe bis genius was confin'd,
Nature and I each tuneful pow'r had given,
Poetic transports of the madding mind,

And the wing'd words that waft the foul to heaven :

The fiery glance of th' intellectual eye,

Piercing all objects of creation's store, Which on this world's extended furface lie ; And plastic thought that still created more.

O grant, with eager rapture I reply'd,

Grant me, great goddess of the changeful eye, To view each Being in poetic pride,

To whom thy fon gave immortality.

Sweet FANCY smil'd, and wav'd her mystic rod,
When strait these visions felt her pow'rful arm,
And one by one fucceeded at her nod,

As vaffal fprites obey the wizard's charm.

First a celeftial form2 (of azure hue

Whose mantle, bound with brede ætherial, flow'd To each foft breeze its balmy breath that drew) Swift down the fun-beams of the noon-tide rode.

Obedient to the necromantic fway

Of an old fage to folitude refign'd,

With fenny vapours he obscur'd the day,

Launch'd the long lightning, and let loose the wind.

a Ariel in the Tempeft.

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