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THE

MEMORY of Mr. OLDHAM.

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AREWEL, too little, and too lately known,

Whom I began to think, and call my own: For sure our souls were near allied, and thine Cast in the same poetic mould with mine. One common note on either lyre did strike, And knaves and fools we both abhorr'd alike. To the same goal did both our studies drive; The last set out, the foonest did arrive. Thus Nisus fell upon the lipp’ry place, Whilst his

young friend perform’d, and won the

race.

O early ripe! to thy abundant store
What could advancing age have added more?
It might (what nature never gives the young)
Have taught the-smoothness of thy native tongue,
But satire needs not those, and wit will shine
Thro the harsh cadence of a rugged line.
A noble error, and but seldcm made,
When poets are by too much force betray'd.
VOL. II.

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Thy gen'rous fruits, tho gather'd ere their prime,
Still Thew'd a quickness; and maturing time
But mellows what we write, to the dull sweets

of rhyme.
Once more, hail, and farewel; farewel, thou young,
But ah too short, Marcellus of our tongue !
Thy brows with ivy, and with laurels bound;
But fate and gloomy night encompass thee around.

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1. HOU youngest virgin-daughter of the skies,

Made in the last promotion of the blest; Whose palms, new pluck'd from paradise, In spreading branches more sublimely rise,

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