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Where nymphs of brightest form appear,
And shaggy satyrs standing near,
Which them at once admire and fear.
The ruins too of some majestic piece,
Boasting the power of ancient Rome or Greece,
Whose statues, freezes, columns broken lie,
And, tho defac'd, the wonder of the

eye ; What nature, art, bold fiction e'er durft frame, Her forming hand gave feature to the name.

So strange a concourse ne'er was seen before, But when the peopl’d ark the whole creation bore.

VII. The scene then chang’d, with bold erected look Our martial king the fight with rev'rence strook ; For not content t'express his outward part, Her hand call'd out the image of his heart : His warlike mind, his soul devoid of fear, His high-designing thoughts were figur’d there, As when, by magic, ghosts are made appear.

Our phænix queen was pourtray'd too so bright, Beauty alone could beauty take so right: Her dress, her shape, her matchless grace, Were all observ'd, as well as heavenly face. With such a peerless majesty The stands, As in that day she took the crown from facred

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Before a train of heroines was seen,
In beauty foremost, as in rank, the queen.

Thus nothing to her genius was deny'd,
But like a ball of fire the further thrown,

Still with a greater blaze she shone,
And her bright foul broke out on ev'ry side.
What next she had design'd, heaven only knows;
To fuch immod'rate growth her conquest rose,
That fate alone its progress could oppose.

VIII.
Now all those charms, that blooming grace,
The well-proportion'd shape, and beauteous face,
Shall never more be seen by mortal eyes;
In earth the much-lamented virgin lies.

Not wit, nor piety could fate prevent ;
Nor was the cruel destiny content
To finish all the murder at a blow,

To sweep at once her life, and beauty too ;
But, like a harden'd felon, took a pride

To work more mischievously flow,

And plunder'd first, and then destroy'd.
O double facrilege on things divine,
To rob the relick, and deface the shrine !

But thus Orinda dy'd :
Heaven, by the same disease, did both translate ;
As equal were their fouls, so equal was their fate.

IX.
Mean-time her warlike brother on the seas

His waving streamers to the winds displays, And vows for his return, with vain devotion, pays.

Ah, generous youth, that wish forbear,

The winds too soon will waft theç here!
Şlack all thy fails, and fear to come,
Alas, thou know'it not, thou art wreck'd at

home!
No more shalt thou behold thy sister's face,
Thou hast already had her last embrace.
But look aloft, and if thou ken’st from far
Among the Pleiads a new-kindled star,
If any sparkles, than the rest more bright;
Tis she that shines in that propitious light.

X.
When in mid-air the golden trump shall sound,

To raise the nations under ground;

When in the valley of Jehofophat,
The judging God shall close the book of fate;

And there the last affizes keep,
For those who wake, and those who sleep:
When rattling bones together fly,

From the four corners of the sky;
When sinews o'er the skeletons are spread,
Those cloth'd with flesh, and life inspires the

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The sacred poets first shall hear the sound,

And foremost from the tomb shall bound, For they are cover'd with the lightest ground; And straight, with in-born vigor, on the wing, Like mounting larks, to the new morning sing. There thou, sweet saint, before the quire shall go, As harbinger of heaven, the way to show, The way which thou so well hast learnt below.

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H laft and best of Scots ! who didst maintain

Thy country's freedom from a foreign reign; New people fill the land now thou art gone, New gods the temples, and new kings the throne. Scotland and thee did each in other live ; Nor would'st thou her, nor could she thee survive, Farewel, who dying didît support the state, And couldst not fall but with thy country's fate.

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