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Thrice happy Phænix ! heaven's peculiar care Has made thyself thyself's surviving heir ; By death thy deathless vigour is supply'd, Which finks to ruin all the world befide; Thy age, not thee, affifting Phoebus burns, And vital flames light up thy funeral urns. Whate’er events have been, thy eyes survey, And thou art fixt, while ages roll away ; Thou saw'st when raging ocean burft his bed, O'er-top'd the mountains, and the earth o'er-Spread; When the ralh youth inflam'd the high abodes, Scorch'd up the skies, and scar’d the deathless gods. When nature ceases, thou shalt still remain, Nor second Chaos bound thy endless reign; Fate's tyrant laws thy happier lot shall brave, Bafile destruction, and elude the grave.
VERSES TO MRS. LOW THER
ON HER MARRIAGE.
The greateft fwain that treads th? Arcadian grove,
Thy fruitful influence, guardian Juno, shed,
Raise thence, their future joy, a smiling heir,
TO A LADY;
WITH A PRESENT OF FLOWERS.
HE fragrant painting of our flowery fields,
Strephon to fair Elisa hath convey'd,
Ten thousand beauties grace the rival pair,
This night shall see the gaudy wreath decline,
The garlands fate to thine shall be apply'd,
ON A LADY'S PICTURE:
TO GILFRED LAWSON, ESQ;
S Damon Chloe's painted form survey'd,
He figh’d, and languishod for the jilting shade: For Cupid taught the artist hand its grace, And Venus wanton'd in the mimic face.
Now he laments a look so falfely fair, And almost damns, what yet resembles her; Now he devours it, with his longing eyes; Now sated, from the lovely phantom flies, Yet burns to look again, yet looks again, and dies. Her ivory neck his lips presume to kiss, And his bold hands the swelling bosorn press; The swain drinks-in deep draughts of vain desire, Melts without heat, and burns in fancy'd fire.
Strange power of paint! thou nice creator art ! What love inspires, may life itself i.npart. Struck with like wounds, of old, Pygmalion pray'd, And hugg'd to life his artificial maid;
Clasp, new Pygmalion, clasp the seeming charms,
PART OF THE FOURTH BOOK OF LUCAN. Cæsar, having resolved to give battle to Petreius and
Afranius, Pompey's licutenants in Spain, encamped near the enemy in the same field. The behaviour of their soldiers, at their seeing and knowing one another, is the fubject of the following verses.
THEIR ancient friends, as now they nearer drew,
Prepar'd for fight the wondering soldiers knew; Brother, with brother in unnatural strife, And the fon arm'd against the father's life : Curst civil war! then conscience first was felt, And the tough veteran's heart began to melt. Fix'd in dumb forrow all at once they ftand, Then wave, a pledge of peace, the guiltless hand; To vent ten thousand struggling pasions move, The stings of nature, and the pangs of love. All order broken, wide their arms they throw, And run, with transport, to the longing foe : Here the long-lost acquaintance neighbours claim, There an old friend recalls his comrade's name,
Youths, who in arts beneath one tutor grew,
Tears wet their impious arms, a fond relief,
those breasts ? why gush those eyes in vain ?
Kind Concord, heavenly born! whose blissful reign
From either camp, now void of fear,