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Where nymphs of brightest form appear,
And shaggy fatyrs ftanding near,

Which them at once admire and fear.
The ruins too of fome majestic piece,
Boafting the power of ancient Rome or Greece,
Whofe ftatues, 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 ftrange a concourfe ne'er was feen 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 ftrook :
For not content t'exprefs 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 dress, her shape, her matchlefs grace,
Were all obferv'd, as well as heavenly face.
With fuch a peerless majefty fhe stands,

As in that day she took the crown from facred hands:

Before a train of heroines was feen,
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 the fhone,

And her bright foul broke out on ev'ry fide.
What next she had defign'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 feen by mortal eyes; In earth the much-lamented virgin lies. Not wit, nor piety could fate prevent; Nor was the cruel deftiny content To finifh 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 firft, 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 fame disease, did both tranflor As equal were their fouls, fo equal was the

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IX.

Mean-time her warlike brother on the feas His waving streamers to the winds difplays, And vows for his return, with vain devotion, pays. Ah, generous youth, that with 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 fister's face,
Thou haft already had her last embrace.

But look aloft, and if thou ken'ft from far
Among the Pleiads a new-kindlęd star,
If any sparkles, than the rest more bright;
'Tis the that fhines in that propitious light.

X.

When in mid-air the golden trump fhall found,
To raise the nations under ground;

When in the valley of Jehofophat,

The judging God fhall close the book of fate;
And there the laft aflizes keep,

For those who wake, and those who fleep:
When rattling bones together fly,

From the four corners of the fky;

When finews o'er the fkeletons are spread,

Thofe cloth'd with flesh, and life infpires the dead;

The facred poets firft fhall hear the found,
And foremoft from the tomb fhall 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 fing.
There thou, fweet faint, 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

O

of DUN.D E E,

H last 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't thou her, nor could fhe thee furvive.
Farewel, who dying didft fupport the state,
And couldft not fall but with thy country's fate.

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