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to him transsus'd his godlike father reigns, | (The arts which you fam'd Harcourt shall defend,
Fich in the blood which lweli'd that patriot's veins, and courtly Boling broke the Mule's fiend.)
Who holdly faithful met his sovereign's frown, With piercing eye fonie search where nature plays,
And fcorn d for gold to vield th’important town.; and trace the wanton through her dark on emaze,
His fon was born the ravish d prey to claim, Whence health from herbs; from feeds how
And France still trembles at an Harlcy's name.

groves begin, A fort to dreadfui to our ! nglim fhore, How vital tireams in circling eddies run Our fe is scarce fear’ the sands or tempeíis mor:, Some teach why round thelu. the spheres advance, Wivse valt cap nces to such fums amount, In the fix'd mealures of their myftic dance, That the tai'd Gaul tè rce furnith'd out th' ac How tides, when heav'd by presling moons, o'er. court,

flow, Whose wills such bulwarks, such vast towers re And sun-l'orn ris paints her showery bow. ftrain

In happy chains our darling langnage bound, Its weakest ramparts are the rocks and main, Shali sport no more in orbitrary f und His boat great Louis yiell's, and chcapiy buys But buikiu'd bards henceforth shali wisely rage, Th; friedthip, Anna, with the mighty prize. And Grecian plans reform Britannia's fiage : Holland repining, and in grief cart down,

ill Congreve bids her Imile, Augusta stands
Sets the new glories of the Bricih Crown : And longs to weep when flowing Rowe commands.
Ah! may they ne'er provoke thue to the fight, Britain's Spectators thalltheir lirength combine
Nor foes, more dreadful than the Gaul, invite. To mend our morals, and our taste refine,
Soud diay they hold the olive, loon affwage Figh: virtue s cause, stand up in wit's defence,
Iheir secret murniurs, nor cail forth thy rage Win us fr m vice, and laugh us into sense.
To rend their banks, and pour, at one comm nd, Nor, Prior, hait thou hush'd the trumpin vain,
The realm, the sea, 'o'er their precarious land. Thy lyre shall now revive her mirthful itrain,

Heaceforth be thine, vice-gerent of the skies. New tales shall now be told; if right I see,
Scrn'dworth to raise, and vice in robes chaftise, The foul of Chaucer is restor'd in thee,
To dry th orphan's tear, and from the bar Garth, in majestic numbers, to the stars
Chace t' e lor b'd judge, and hulh the wordy war, Shall raise mock heroes, anii fantallic wars;
Deay the curft blafphemer's tongue to rage,

Like the young spreading laurel, Pope, thy name
And turn God's fury from an impious age. Shoots up with strength, and rises into fame;
Bla charge! the foldier's late destroying hand rith Philips shall the peaceful vallies ring,
Shall rear new temples in his native land; And Britain hear a second Spenser sing.
Milaken zealots shall with fear behold,

That much-lov d yout) whom Ctrecht's walls And beg admittance in our facrcú fold;

couline, Ou ber own works the pious queen shall I'mile, To Bristol's praises shall his Strafford's join: And tun her cares upon lier favourite ille.

He too, from whom attentive Oxford draws co che keen bolt a warrior angel aims, Rules or just thinking, and poetic laws, Atay'd in clouds, and wrapt in mantling flames; To growing bards his learned aid shall lend, He beats a temp-it on his sounding wings,

The stricker critic, and the kindett friend Aed his red arm the forky vengeance flings;

Ev'n mine, a bashful Must, whole ruile essays Allagih, heaven's wrath appeasd.he quitsthe war, Scarce hope for pardon, not aspire to prai'e, 7o roli his orb, and guide his destin'd star, Cherish doy you in tinc may grow to tame To fhed kind fate, and lucky hours bestow, And mine furvive with Bristol's giorious name. Aed in ile roj:cious on the world below. Fir’d with the views this glittering scene disAround thy throne ih Il faithiul nobles wait,

plays, T'ele guard the cherch, and those direct the state. And snit with passion for my country's praise, To Britol, graceful in maternal tears,

My artless reed attempts this lofty theme, The church her towery forehead gently rears;

Where sacred lfis rolls her ancient stream; Sie begs her pious fon eaffert her cause, In cloister'à comes the great Philippe's pride, Defend her rights, and reinforce her laws, Where learning bloome, while lume and worth Winstoly zeat the facred work begin,

prelide, To bend the itubborn, and the meck to win. Where the fi th Henry arms and arts was taught,

Out Oxford's earl in careful thought had stand, And Edward Form d his Cresly yet unfought,
To raik his queen, and save a linking land. Mhure laureľ'd bards have sruck the warbling
The wealthielt glebe to ravenous Spaniards known strings,
Hi narks, and makes the golden world our own, The seat of I ges, and the nurse of kings.
Content with hands untold to guard the prize, Here thy commands, Lancaster, inflame
And keep the store with undefiring eyes. My eager breast to raise the British néme,

So round the tree that bore Hesperian gold, Urge on roy fond, with no ignoble pride,
The facred watch ly curld in many a fold, To woo the Muso, whom Advison enjoy'd;
Luis eyes up-realing to th unaited prey, See that bold swan to heaven fublimely fear,
abe icepel, gurdian waltea life away. Pursuc at cistance, and his tteps adore,

Eneath the peaceful olive, rais'd by you,
Hes ancient pride thald every heart renew,

TO

TO MR. ADDICON, ON HIS OPERA

OF ROSAMOND.

TO THE SAME,
ON HIS TRAGEDY OF CATO.

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00 long hath love engrossèd Britannia's « Sit tibi Musa lyrt solers, & cantor Apollo."

Nage,

And sunk to fofinefs all our tragic rage : THE Opera first Italian masters taught,

Try that alone did cmpires fall or rise, Inrich'd with fongs, but innocent of thought; and fate depended on a fair one's eyes: Britannia's learned theatre diftains

The sweet infection, mixt with dangerous art, Melodious trifles, and enervative strains;

Debas'd our manhood, while it footh'd the heart, And blushes, on her injur'd stage to see

Y u scorn to raise a gricthyself muí blame, Nonsense well-tun'd, and sweet stupidity.

Nor from our weakness scal a vulgar fame : No charnis are wanting to thy artful long,

A patriot's fall may jusly melt the mird, Soft as Corelli, and as irgil strong.

And tear, fluw nobly, shed for all mankind. From words so sweet new grace the notes receive,

How do our souls with generons ple:fure çlor! And music borrow's helps, the us'd to give.

Our hearts exuuing, while our eyes o'crfluw, Thc style hath match'd what ancient Romans When thy firm hero flanda beneath the weight knew,

Of all his sufferings venerahly great ; Thy flowing numbers far excel the new.

Rome's poor remains fill Meltering by his fide, Their cadence in fuch easy found convey'd, With conicious virtue, and becoming pride! The height of thought niay seem superfluous aids

The ayed oak thus rears his head in air, Yet in such charms che noble thoughts abound,

His fap exhausted and his branches bare; That needless seen the sweers of cały found.

'Midit storms and earthquakes he maintaics ka Landfkips how gay the howery yrotto yields,

Itate, Which thought creates, and lavish fancy builds !

Fixt deep in earth, and fasen'd by his weight: What art can trace the visi nary frenes,

His naked bouchs ftill lend the shepherds aid, The flowery groves, and everlasting greens,

And his old trunk projects an awful shade. The babbling sounds that mimic echo plays, Amidit the joys triumphant peace bestows, The fairy thade and its eternal maze ?

Our patriots Sudden at his glorious woes; Nature and Art in all their charms combin'd,

Avbile they let the world's great business wai', And all I lyfium to one view confin'd!

Anxious for Rome, and figh for Cato's fate. No further could imagination roam.

Here taught how ancient heroes rose to fame, Till Vanbrugh fran'd, and Marlborough rais'd Our Briton s crowd, and catch the Roman farzan the dome.

Where states and senates we I might lend an idly Ten thousand pangs my auxious bosom tear,

And kings and priells without a blush appear. When drown'd in tears I see th' im, loring fair;

France boasts no more but, fearful to engas When bards less soft the moving words fupply,

Now first pays homage to her rival's fags, A seeming justice dooms the nymph to die;

Hates to learn thee, and learning shall submit Put here the begs, nor can she beg in vain, Alike to British arms and British wit: In dirges thus expiring swars complain);

No more shell wonder, sorc'd to do us righi, Bach verse so swells expreflive of her woes, Wło think like Ronians, could like Romaristig Aod every fear in lines so mournful flows;

Thy Oxford smiles this glorious work to stop We, spite of fame her fate revers'd believe,

And fondly triumphs in a son like thee. O'erlook her crimes, and think me ought to live.he fenates, cuníu's, and the gods of Rome, Let joy falure fair Rofamanda's shade,

Like old acquaintance at their native hunie, And wreathes of myrtle crown the lovely maid. In thee we find; cach deed, each word capret, While now perhaps with Dido's ghost the roves,

Anderer; thought that livelli a Roma tready And hears and tells the story of their loves,

We trace cash nirt that could thy soul inspire Alike they mourn alike they bless their fate,

Uith Virgil's judgment, and with Lucan's fire; Since love, wlich made them wretched, makes

We know thy worth, and, give us leave to lingky them great.

We most admire, becauic wc know thee niult. Nor longer that relentless doom bemoan, Which gain'd a Virgil, and an Addison.

Accept, great monarch of the Britin lays, The tribute tong an huble subject pays.

THE ROYAL PROGRESS. fo tries the artless lark her early fight, And soars, to hail the god of verse and light. VVHEN Bruiswick first appear’d, cach. hocek Unrival'd as unmatch'd be ftillthy f me,

heart, And thy own laurels (hade thy envy'il name . Intent on verle, disdain'd the rules of art; Thy name, the boalt of all the tuneful quire, For him the fengsters, in urmeafur’d odes, Shall tremble on the strings of every tyre; Debas d Alcides, and dethron'd the gods, While the charm'd reader with thy thought In golden chains ihe king of India led, complies,

Or rart the turban from the sultan s head. Fecis corresponding joys or forrows rise,

One, in old fables, and the payan frain, And views thy Rolamond with Henry's eyes. liith nymphs and trituns, wafts him c'er the diar;

Ano.

Another draws fierce Lucifer in arms,

Still is it thinc; though now the chearful crew Apd fills th'infernal region with alarms;

Hail Albion's cliffs; just whitening to the view. A third awakes some Druid, to foretel

Before the wind with fwelling fails they ride, Each future criumph, from his drcary cell. Till Thames receives them in his opening tide. Exploded faucies! that in vain deceive,

The monarch hears the thundering peals around, While the mind nauseates what the can't believe. From trembling woods and echoing hills rebound. Niy Mase th' expected hero shall pursue

Nor misles yet, amid the deafening train, From ciime to clime, and keep him still in view ; | The roarings of the hoarse-resounding main. His hining march describe in faithful lays,

As in the flood he fails, from either side Content to paint him, nor presume to praise ; He views his kingdom in his rural pride; Their charms, if charms they have, the truth A various scene the wide-spread landskip yields, fuplics.

O'er rich inclosures und luxuriant fields;
And from the theme unlabour'd beauties rise. A lowing herd each fertile pasture fills,

Bylorging nations for the throne defign'd, And diltant flocks stray o'er a thousand hills.
And call'd to guard the rigits of hunian-kind; Fair Greenwich hid in woods with new delight,
With fecret grief his god-like soul repines, Shade above shade, tow rises to the light;
And Britain's crown with joyless lustre shines, His woods ordain’d to visit every shore,
While praşers and tears bis deitin d progress stay, And guard the island which they grac'd before.
And crowds of mourners choke their sovereign’s The sun now rolling down the weilern way,
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A blaze of fires renews the fadiny day;
Not loh: march'!, when holile fquadrons Rood Unnunber'd harks the regal barge enfold,
la scenes of death, and fir'd his generous blcod; Brightening the twilight with its beamy gold;
When his hot courser paw'd th' Hungarian plain, Less thick the finny shoals, a countless fry,
And adverte legions stood the lock in vain. Before the whale or finny dolp in fly.
His frontiers pait, the Belgian bounds he views, In one vast shout he seeks the crowded strand,
Aer cruls the level folds his march pursues. And in a peal of thunder gains the land.
Here plea:'d the land of freedom to furrey, Welcome, great stranger, to our longing cyes,
He greatly scorns the thirst of bounclefs sway. Oh! king desir'd, adopted Albion cries.
O'er the thin foil, with filent joy, he fries For thee the East brcath'd out a prosperous breeze,
Trepijianted woods, and borrow'd verdure rise; Briglit were the suns and gently swellid the leas.
cerery meadow won with toil and blood, Thy presence did each doubtiul heart compose,
Frca haughty tyrants and the raging food, and factions wonder'd that they once were loes.
With fruit and flowers the careful hind supplies, That joyful day they loft cach hoítıle name,
And clothes the marlies in a rich disguise. The same their aspect, and their voice the same.
Sush wealth for frugal hands doth heaven decree, So two fair twins, whose features were deligu'd
Aji'uchthy' çifts, celestial Liberty!

At one fost moment in the mother's mind, This shittely towns, and thany a fertile plain, Show each the other with reilecd grace, The roap acvances to the neighbouring main, ud the same heauties bloon in either face; Whye nations croul:round with joyful cries, The puzzled strangers which is which inquire; Artview the hero with insatiate eyes.

Delulion grateful to the smiling fire. la Hega's towers be waits, till callern gales Trom that fair hill - where hoary fages boat Propitious rise to twell the British fails.

To name the ftars, and count the heavenly hoit, Ir the fame of England's monarch brings By the next dawn doth great Augusta rise, 1. W** and friendships of the neighbouring ' Proud town! the nobielt scene beneath the skies. kings;

O'er Thames her thoutind spires their luftıcshed, Nzure in wisdoni, his extensive mind

And a vast navy hides his ample bed,
Tales in the biond d incerets of mankind, A floating foreit. From the ditlaat strand
This world's great patriot. Calm thy anxious A line of golden carrs strikes o'er the land:
breat,

Britannia's peers in pomp and rich array,
Some in! in, o Europe, take thy reft;

Before their king triumphant, lead the way. scriith thy kingdoms thall runain confin'd Far as the cye can reach, the gaudy train, B; racks or freanis, the mounds which heaven A bright procession, thines along the plain. defign'd;

So, haply, through the heaven's wide påthless The'lps their new made monarch fhall restrain, way's Nor fill thy hill-, Pirene, rise in vain.

A comet draws a long extended blaze; Pat ste! io Britain's ifle the squadrons land, From cast tovesthuns through the erlierea! frame, And leave the linking towers, and lessening land. And halt heaven's convex glieters with the flame. Tre royal bark bounds o'er the floating plain, Now to the regal towers fecurely brought, Breaksitrough the billows, and divides the main. He plans Britannia's glories in his thought, 1: the vast deep, great monarch, dart thine eyes, Reumes the delegated power he gave, Watery profpe of bounded by the skies :

Rewards the faithful, and restores the brave.
Ten dhculand veileis, from ten thousand mores, Whom shall the Mule from out the ihining :hrong
tog guns and : old, and either India's flores: Seicct, to hig?iten and adorn her long?
Behold the tribuics hastening to thy throne,
Ard (ce the wide horizon all + r own.

Mr. Flamitcad's house.
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Thee,

Vol. V.

Thee, Halifax. To thy capacious mind, The shield, the pistol, durk, and dagger,
O man ay prov'd, is Britain's wealth consign'd. I which they daily wont to swagger,
Her coin, while Naflau fought, debas'd a: d rude, | And oft have fally'd out to pillage
By thee in beauty and in troth renew'd,

The her-roofts of some peaceful village,
An arduous work! again thy charge we see, Or, while their neighbours were asleep,
And thy own care once n:ore returns to thee. Have carry'd off a lowland sheep.
O! form’d in every scene to awe and please, What boots thy high-born hosts of beggars,
Mix wit with pomp, and dignity with ease: Mac-loans, Mac-kenzies, and ac-gregors,
Though called to shine aloft, thou wilt not scorn With p p.sh cut-throats, perjur d ruffaus,
To smile on arts thyself did once adorn :

And Tofter troop of raggamuffins?
For this thy name fucceeding tin:e shall praise, In vain thy lads around thee bandy,
And envy less thy garter, than 'thy bays. Iraam’d with hag-pipe and with brandy.

The Muse, if fir'd wich thy enlivering beams, Doth not bold Sutherland the truity,
"'rhaps shall aim at more exaited thenes, With h. are so true, and voice so ruity,
Record our monarch in a nobler rain,

A loval soul; thy troops affright,
And sing the opening wonders of his reign; !: hile hoarsely he demands the fight?
Bright Carolina's heavenly beauties trace, Dost thou not generous day dread,
Her valiant confort and his blooming race. The bravert hand, the wiseft head!
A train' of kings their fruitful love supplies,

Undaunted doit thou hear th' alarms
A glorious scene to dhoon's ravish d eyes; Of hoary Athol fheath'd in arms?
Who fees by Brunswick's hand her fceptresway d, Douglas, who draws his lineage down
And through his line from age to age convey’d. From Thanes and Peers of high renown,

Ficry, and young, and uncontrol'd,
Wih knights, and squires, and barons bold,

His noble houshold-band) advances,
AN IMITATION

And on the milk-white courser prances.

Thee Forlar to the cumbat dares,
OF THE PROPHECY OF NERLUS, Grown swarthy in Iberian wars :

And Monroe, kudled into rage,
FROM HORACE. BOOK II. ODE XV.

Souriy dei es thet to engage; ** Dicam insigue, recens, adhuc

He'll rout thy foot, thoigh ne'er so many, “ Indicium ore alio : pon lecus in jugis

ind horse to boot-if thou hadít any. « Ex fomris ftupet Euias

But see Argyll, with watchsul eyes, “ Hebrum profpiciens, & nive candidam

Lodg'd in his deep entrenchments lies! “ Thracen, ac pede barbaro

Couch'd like a lion in thy way, “ Luftratam Rhodopen.”

HOR

He waits to spring upon his prey ;
While like a herd of timorous deer,

Thy army shakes and pants with fear, (Whom some call carl, and fome call du: e) Lcd by their doughty general's kill, And his new brethren of the blade,

From frith to frith from hill to hill. Shivering with fear and frost, survey'd,

Is thus thy haughty promise paid On Perth’s bleak hills he chanc'd to 1py

That to the Chevalier was made, Anaged wizard six fost high,

When thou didit oaths and duty barter, With bristled hai', and visage blighted,

For dukedom, g peralship, and garter? Wall-eye'd, bare-haunch'd and second-lighted. Three noons thy Jemmy hall command, The grizly sage in thought profound

With Highland sceptre in his hand, Beheld the chief with back so round,

Too good for his pretended birth, Then roll'd his eye-balls to and fro

-Then down thall fall the king of Perth. O'er his paternal hills of snow,

Siis so decreed: for George Mall reign, And into these tremendous speeches

And traitors be sorsworn in vain. Broke forth the prophet without brecches.

Heaven Thail for ever on him smile. Into what ills betray'd, by thee,

And blei, him ftill with an Argyll. This ancient kingdon, do i see!

it hile theu, pursued by vengeful foes, Her realms un-peoplcd and forlorn!

Condemn’d to barren rocks and snows,
Woe's me! that ever thou wert born!

And hinder'd palling Inverlocky,
Proud English loons (our cians o'ercome) Shall burn the clan, and curse poor Jocky.
On Scottish pads shall amble home:
I see them dreft in bonnets blue
(The spoils of thiy rebellious crew);

AN EPISTLE ì see the target caft away,

FROM A LADY IN ENGLAND TO A And chequer'd plaid become their prey,

GENTLEMAN AT AVIGNON.
The chequer'd plaid to make a gown
For many a lass in London town.
In vain thy hungry mountaineers

The health, she wants, thy gentle Chlut Come forth in all thy warlike geers,

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Though much you suffer, think I suffer more, Less scar'd than Medway's ftream the Norman Worse than an exile on niy native shore.

stood, Companions in your master's Right you roam, When cross the plain he spy'd a marching wood, Unenvy'd by your haughty fues at home;

Till, near at hand, a gleam of (words betray'd For ever ncar the royal outlaw's fide,

The youth of Kene beneath its wandering shade? You share his fortunes, and his hopes divide, Those who the fuccours of the fair despise, On glorious schemes, and thoughts of empire Mayfid thut we have nails as well as eyes. dwell,

Thy female bards, O priace by fortune cios, And with imaginary titles. swell.

At least more courage than thy men can boast: Say, for thou know'rt I own his facred line, Our fex his dar'd the niug-house chiefs to meet, The pallive doctrine and the right divine,

And purchas'd fame in many a well-fought itrect. Say, whar new succours does the chief prepare? From Drury-lane, the region of renown, The Arength of arnics? or the force of prayer? | The land oftove, the Paphos of the town, Does be from heaven or earth his hopes derive? Fuir patriots sallying oft have put t flight I rom faints departed, or from priests alive? With all their poles, the guardians of the night, No: faints nor priests can Brunswick’s troops and bore, with fereams of triumph, to their ade withstand,

The leader's staff in all its painted pride. And beads drop useless through the zealot's hand; Nor fears the hawker in her warbling note Heaven to our vows may future kingdoms owe, To vend the discontented statesman a thought, boe skill and courage win the crowns below. Though red with stripes, and recent from thethong,

Ere to thy cause, and thee, my heart inclind, Sore Initten for the love of sacred song, Or love to party had seduc'd my mind,

The tuneful filters still pursue their trade,
In female joys I took a dull delight,

Like Philoniela carkling in the shade.
Slepe all the morn, and punted half the night : Poor Trott attends, forgetful of a fare,
But now, with fears and public care po Celt, And hums in concert o er his caly chair.
The church, the church, for ever breaks my ref. Meanwhile, regardless of the royal cause,
The potboy on my pillow I explore,

Hissivord for James no brother fovereign drawson And life the news of every foreign shore,

The Pope himself, surrounded with alarms, Studious to find new friends, and new ailies; To France his bulls, to Corfu fends his arms, What armies march from Sweden in disguise : And though he bears his darlin son's coni, laint, Huw Spain prepares her banners to unfold, Can hardly spare' one tutelary saint, and Rome deal out her blessings and her gold : But lifts them all to guard his own abodes, Then o'er the map my finger, taught to stray, And into ready money coins his gods. Cross many a region marks the winding way; The dauntless Swede, pursued by veng«ful focsa From sea to sea, Irom realm to realm Troye, Scarce keeps his own bereditary snows; and grow a meer geographer by love :

Nor muft the friendly root of kind Lorrain But tuli Avignon, and the pleasing coast Wich featts regale our garter'd you h again. That holds thee banish'd, claims

care the most: Safe, Bar-le-Duc, within thy silent grove Oft on the well-known spot I fix my eyes,

The pheasant now may perch, the hare may rovę: And span the distance that between us lies. The knight, who airns unerring from aiit, Let not our james, though foil'd in arms, defe Th' adventurous knight, now quits the. sy van

pair, Whilk on his fide he reckons half the fair : . Thy brinded boars may slumber undismay'd, ln Britain's lovely ille a shining throng

Or grunt secure beneath the chefnu: fhade. War in his cause, a thousand beauties Itrong. Incoutant Orlcans (itili we mourn the day, Th' unthinking victors vainly boast their powers; hat trusted Orleans with imperial (way) Be theirs the musket, while the tonguç is ours. Far o'er the Alps our helpless monarch funds, We realon with such fluency and fire,

Far from the call of his desponding friends. The beaux we baffie, and the learned tire, Such are the terms to gain Britannia's grace! gainst her prelates plead the church's cause, And such the terrors of the Brun wink ruce ! And from our judges vindicate the laws.

Was it for this the sun's whole lustre mail d; Thep mourn not, haplels prince, thy kingdoms left; And sudden midnight o'er the moo: prevaild! A crown, though late, thy facr.d brows may boati; For this did heaven display to norul eyes Heaven seems through us thy empire to decree ; Aeriul knijhts and combats in the skies! Those who win hearts, have given their hearts to

Was it for this Northumbrian Areams look'd red! thee.

And Thames dr.ven backward show'd his secret Halt thou not heard that when, profusely gay,

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Our well-drett rivals grac'd their sovereign's day, False augurics! th'insulting victor's scorn!
We Aubborn damfels met the public view Ev'n our own prodigies againt us turn !
In lotnsome wormwood, and repenting rue? portents contrued on our fide in vam!
What Whigs ut trembled, when our spotless band Let never Tory truit eclipse again!
In. Vrgin roses whiten'd half the land

Run clear, ye fountains! be at p.ace, ye ikies! Who can forget what fears thic foc pofseft, sind, haines, henceforth, to thiy green borders When oaken-boughs mask d cvery loyal breast ! rift!

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