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Unmix'd with foreign filth, and undefil’d;
Her wit was more than man, her innocence a child.
Such noble vigour did her verse adorn,
By great examples daily fed,
What in the best of books, her father's life, the read.
So cold herself, whilft fhe fuch warmth exprest,
But what can young ambitious fouls confine?
A plenteous province, and alluring prey.
(As conquerors will never want pretence,
When arm'd, to juftify th' offence)
And the whole fief, in right of Poetry, fhe claim'd.
The shape, the face, with every
And all the large domains which the Dumb Sifter fway'd. All bow'd beneath her government,
Receiv'd in triumph wherefoe'er she went.
Her pencil drew, whate'er her foul defign'd,
And oft the happy draught furpafs'd the image in her mind.
The fylvan fcenes of herds and flocks,
The ruins too of fome majestic piece,
So ftrange a concourse ne'er was feen before, But when the peopled ark the whole creation bore. VII.
The scene then chang'd, with bold erected look Our martial king the fight with reverence strook: For, not content t' express his outward part, Her hand call'd out the image of his heart: His warlike mind, his foul devoid of fear, His high-defigning thoughts were figur'd there, As when, by magic, ghofts are made appear.
Our phoenix queen was pourtray'd too fo bright, Beauty alone could beauty take fo right: Her drefs, her fhape, her matchlefs grace, Were all obferv'd, as well as heavenly face. With fuch a peerlefs majefty fhe ftands,
As in that day she took the crown from facred hands: Before a train of heroines was seen,
In beauty foremoft, 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 every side. What next she had defign'd, heaven only knows: To fuch immoderate growth her conqueft rofe, That Fate alone its progrefs could oppose.
Now all thofe charms, that blooming grace,
Not wit, uor piety, could fate
To work more mischievously flow,
Heaven, by the fame disease, did both translate; As equal were their fouls, fo equal was their fate. IX.
Meantime her warlike brother on the feas His waving ftreamers to the winds displays, And vows for his return, with vain devotion, pays. Ah, generous youth, that wish forbear,
The winds too foon will waft thee here!
Slack all thy fails, and fear to come, Alas, thou know'ft not, thou art wreck'd at home! No more fhalt thou behold thy fifter's face, Thou haft already had her last embrace. But look aloft, and if thou ken'ft from far Among the Pleiads a new-kindled ftar, If any sparkles than the reft more bright; 'Tis fhe that shines in that propitious light.
When in mid-air the golden trump shall found,
When in the valley of Jehoshaphat,
For those who wake, and those who sleep:
And foremost from the tomb fhall bound, For they are cover'd with the lightest ground; And straight, with in-born vigour, on the wing, Like mounting larks, to the new morning fing. There thou, sweet Saint, before the quire fhall go, As harbinger of heaven, the way to show,
The way which thou fo well haft learnt below.
UPON THE DEATH OF THE EARL OF DUNDEE. Tranflated from the Latin of Dr. PITCAIRN.
H laft and beft of Scots! who did 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 thou did each in other live; Nor would'ft thou her, nor could fhe thee furvive. Farewell, who dying didft fupport the state, And couldft not fall but with thy country's fate.