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OCCASIONED

BY HIS

EXCELLENCY

THE EARL

To Rome then must the roral wanderer go, Like the fam'd Ranian tree, whose plien: 1.00 And fall a suppliart at the papal toe?

To earthward bending of itself cakes root, His life in sloch inglorious niuft he wear,

Till, like the mother plant, ten thousand stand One half in luxury, and one in prayer?

In verdant arches on the fertile land; His mind perhaps at length debauch'd with case, Beneath her fade the tawny Indians rore, The profíer'd purple and the hat may pleaís. Or hunt, at large, through the wide echoing grove. Shall he, whole ancient patriarchal race

O thou, to whom shefe mournfullines tend, To mighty Nimrod in one line we trace, My promis'd husband, and my deareft friend; In solenin conclave fit, devoid of dought, Since heaven appoints this favour'd race to stign, And pole for points of faith his trulty vote!

and blood has creach'd the Scottish fields in vain; Be summond to his fall in time of need, Must I be wretched, and thy fight partake? And with his cafting suffrage fix a creed ! Or wilt not thou, for thy luv'd Chloe's fake, Shall he in robes on ftated days appear,

Tir'd out at length, fübmit to fute s decree? And English heretics curse once a year!

If not to Brurswick, O return to me! Garnet and Faux snall he with prayers invoke,

Proftrate before the victor's mercy bend: And beg that Smithfield piles cnce more may What spares whole thousanes, may io the extend. smoke!

should blinded friends thy doubıful conduct blame, Forbid it, heaven! my soul, to fury wrought, Great Brunswick's virtue shall secure thy fame: Turns aln:oft Hanoverian at the thought.

Say theic ir vite thee to approach his throne, From James and Rome I feel my heart decline, And own the monarch, haven vouch safe s?o own: And fear, o Brunswick, 'twill be wholly thine ;

The world, convinc'd, thy reasons will approse, Yet still his share thy rival will contest,

Say this to them ; but swear to me 'twas love. And still the double claim divides my breast. The fate of James with pitying eyes I view, And with my homage were not Brunswick’sdue: To James my paffioni and my weakness guide,

ANO DE But reason fways me to the victor's side. Though griev'd I speak it, let the truth appear ! You know my language, and my heart, bucere. OF Stanhope's VOYAGE TO FRANCE, 1718. Ja vain did falschood his fair fame disgrace;

« Idem What force had falsehood, when he thow'd his face!

Pacis eras mediusque belli.” In vain to war our boatful clans were led;

1. Heaps driv'n on heaps, in the dire fhock they flcd:

YAIR daughter once of Windsor's woods! France shuns his wrath, nor raises to our shame A second Dunkirk in another name:

Britannia's boast and darling care, In Britain s sunds their wealth all Europe throws, Big with the fate of Europe, bear. And up the Thames the world's abundance flows: Nay winds propitious on his way Spite of feign'd fcars and artificial cries,

The minister of peace convey ; The pious town fees fisty churches rise :

Nor rebel wave, nor rising storm,
'Thc hero triumphs as his worth is known, Great George's liquid realms deform.
And fits more firmly on his fhaken throne.

II.
To my fad thought no beam of hope appears
Through the lorg profpeet of succeeding years.

Our vows are heard. Thy crowded fail
The son, aspiring to his father's fame,

Already swell with western gales ; Shows all his fire: another and the same.

Already Albiou's coast retires, He, bleft in lovely Carolina's arms,

And Calais multiplies her spires : To future ages propagates her charms :

At length has royal Orlears prest, With pain and joy at firife, I often trace

With open arms, the rvell-known guest; The mingled parents in each daughter's face;

Before in secret friendship join'd, Half sickening at the Gght, too well I spy

And now in counsels for mankind : The father's ípirit through the mother's eye :

III. In vain new thoughts of rage I entertain,

Whilst his clear schemes our patriot shows, and strive to hate their innocence in vain.

And plads the threaten'd world's repose,
O princess! happy by thy foes confeft! They fix each haughty monarch's doom,
Bleft in thy husband ! in thy children bleft!

And bless whole ages yet to come.
As they from thee, from them new beauties borr., Henceforth great Brunswick shall decree
While Europe lasts, fhall Europe's thrones adorn. What flag inuft awe the Tyrrhene fea;
Transplanted to each court, in times to come,

From whom the Tuscan grape shall glow,
Thy smile celestial and unlading bloom,

And fruitful Arethusa flow. Great Austria's sons with softer I nes shall grace,

IV. And smooth the frowus of Bourbon's haughty See in firm leagues with Thames combine

'The Seine, the Maese, and distant Rhine! The fair descendants of thy Sacred bed,

Nor, Ebro, let thy fingle rage
Wide branching o’cr the western world fhall / With half the warring world engage.

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THOUGHTS

Oh! call to mind :hy thoufands flain,
Ard Aimarara's fatal plain;
Wbile yet the Gallic errors sleep,
Nor Britain thunders from the deep.

OCCASIONED BY THE SIGHT OF AN
ORIGINAL PICTURE OF KING

CHARLES I.

TAKEN

AT TIE TIME OF HIS TRIAL.

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infcribed to George Clarke, 1/1. PROLOGUE

Aninium pictura pascit inani

“ Multa gemens, lar oque humedat Aumine TO THE UNIVERSITY OF OXFORD, 1713.

6 vultum.''

Virg.

CAN this be he! could Charles, the good, the WHAT HAT kings henceforth shall reign, what

grcat, ftatcs be free,

Be sunk by heaven to such a dismal frate! 15 fixt at length by Anna's just decree :

How mcagre. pale, neglected, worn with care! Whofe brows the use's facred wreath shall fit, What Iteady sadness, and august despair ! Is left to rou, the arbiters of wit.

In those sunk eyes the grict of years I trace, With beating hearts the rival poets wait,

And lorrow feems acquainted with that face. Till you, Athenians, fhuil decide their fate; Tears, which his heart dildain'd, from me o'erScenre, when to these learned seats they come,

flow, Os equal judgment, and impartial doom. Thus to furvey God's substitutc below,

Poor is the player's fame, whote whole renown In fcienin anguish, and majestic woe. Is but the praise of a capricious town;

When jusi'd of empire by unhallow'd hands, While, with mock-nıajesty and fancy'd power, Sold by his flaves, and held in impious bands; He struts in robes, the monarch of an hour. Rent from, wlue oft had sweeten’d anxious lise, Oft wide of nature must he act a part,

His heipleis childrin, and his bosom wire; Mieke love in tropes, in bombaft break his heart : Doom'd for the faith, plebeian tage to liand, In turp and simile relign his breath,

And fall a victim for the guiley land; And rhyme and quibble in the pangs of death. Then thus was seen, abandon'd and forlorn, We blush, when plays like these receive applause ; | The king, the father, and the saint to mourn. And laugh, in fecret, at the tears we cause ; How could'st thou artilt, then thy skill display? With honest scorn our own success disdain, Thy steady hands thy favage heart betray: A worthless honour, and inglorious gain. Near thy bold work the stunn's spectators faint, No trifing scenes at Oxford fhall appear; Nor see unmov’d, what thou unmov'd could'st Well, what we blush to act, may you to hear :

paint. To you our fam’d, our standard plays we bring, What brings to mind each various scene of

woe, The work of poets whom you taught to sing : Th’ insulting judge, the solemn-mocking thow, Though crown'd with fame, they dare not think The horrid sentence, and accursed blow. it due,

Where then, just heaven, was thy unactive Nor take the laurel till bestow'd by you.

hand, Cieat Cato's seif, the glory of the stage,

Thy idle thunder, and thy lingering brand ! Who charms, corrects, exalts, and fires the age, Thy adamantine ihield, thy angel wings, Begs here he may be tried by Rowan laws; And the Great Genii of anointed kings! To you, O fathers, he subrnits his cause; Treason and fraud fall thus the stars regard! He rests not in the people's general voice, And injur'd virtue meet this sad reward! Till you, the fenate, have confirm’d his choice. So fad, none like, can Tine's eld records tell, Fine is the fecret, delicate the art,

7 hough Pompey bled, and poor Darius fell. To wind the passions, and command the heart; All names but one too low-that one too high: For fancy'd ills to force our tears to flow, All paralleis are wrong, or blafphemy. And make the generous foul in love with woe: O power supreme! How secret are thy ways To taife the shades of heroes to our view;

Yet man, vain man, would trace the mystic maze Robuild fall’n empires, and old time renew. With foo ilh wisdom, arguing, charge his God, How hard the tak! how rare the yodlike rage ! His balance hold, and guide his angry rod; None fhould presume to dictate for the Stage, New-mould the spheres, and mend the sky's design, But such as boast a great extensive mind,

And found th’immense with his short scanty line. Enrich'd by Nature, and by Art refin'd.

Do thou, my foul, the deltin'd period wait, Who from the ancient stores their knowledye When God tha:l folve the dark decrees of fate, bring,

His now unequal difpenfatio:s clear, And tasted carly of the Moses' spring.

And make all wise and be.utiiul appear; May pone pretend upon her throne io fit, When luifering faints alolt in beans shall glow, But such as, sprung from you, are born to wit: And prosperous traitors gnah their teeth below. Cholen by the mob, their lawless claim we fight : Suih bodiny thoughts.id guilty conscience dart, Xours is the old hereditary right.

A pledge of bell to dying Cronivell's heart :

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Then his pale image seem'd t'invade his room, How every nerve the greyhound's ftretch displays,
Gaz'd him to stone, and warn’d him to the tonab The hare preventing in her alry maze ;
While thunders roll, and nimbly lightnings play, The luckless prey how treacherous rumblers gain,
And the storin wings his spotted fouł away. ind dauntlets wolf-dogs thake the lion's mane ;
A blast more bounteous ne'er did heaven com Q'er all, the blood-hound boasts superior skill,
mand

To fuent, to view, to turn, and boldly kill! To scatter blessings o'er the British land. His fellows' vain alarms rejects with scorn, Not that more kind, which dalh d the pride of True to the master's voice, and learned horn, Spain,

His noftrills ost, if ancient same fog true, And whirl d her crush'd Armada round the main ; Trace the fly felon through the rainted dew; Not those more kind, which guide our floating Once snuff'd. he follows with unalter'd aim, towers,

Nor odours ture him from the chosen game; Waft guns and gold, and made far India ours : Deep-mouth'd he thunders, and inflam'd he views, That only kinder, which to Britain's More Springs on relentless and to death pursues. Did mitres, crowns, and Stuart s race restore, Sonie hounds of manners vile (nor less we find Renew'd the church, revers'd the kingdom's of fops in hounds, than in the reasoning kind) doom,

Puff d with conceit run gladding o'er the plain, And brought with Charles an Anna yet to come. And from the scent divert the wiser train; O Clarke, to wboni a Stuart trusts her reign

For the foe's footsteps fondly snuff their own, O'er Aibion's fletts, and delegates the main ;

And niar the mufic with their senseless tone; Dear, as the faith thy loyal heart hath sworn,

Start at the startling prey, or rustling wind, Transmit this piece to ages yet upborn.

And, hot at first, inglorious lag bebind. This light shall damp the raging ruffian s breast,

A fauntering tribe' may such my focs disgrace! The poison spill, and half-drawn Tword arrest: Give me, ye gods, to breed the nobler race. To soft cumpaflion ftubborn iraitors bend Nor grieve thou to attend, while truths unknown And, one dclicoy d, a thousand kings defend.

I sing, and make Athenian arts our own.

D. st thou in hounds aspire to deathles fame! Learn well their lineage and their ancient stem. Each tribe with joy old rustic heralds trace,

And sing the chosen worthies of their race; A FRAGMENT OF A POEM How his fire's features in the son were spy'd, ON HUNTING.

When Die was made the vigorous Ring wood's

bride. “ Dona cano divům, lætas venantibus arces, Less sure thick lips the fate of Austria doom, Aufpicio, Diana, tuo

GRATIUS. Or cagle noses rul'd almigt cy Rome.

Good shape to various kinds old bards confine, ORSES and hounds, their care, their vari

Some praise the Greek, and some the Roman line;

And dogs to beauty inake as differing claims, The numerous b aits that range the rural chace,

As Ibion's nyn phs, and India's jetty dames, The huntsman's chosen scenes, his friendly stars, Immenfe to name their lands, to mark their I he laws and glory of the sylvan wars,

bounds, I first in British verie presume to raise ;

And paint the thousand families of hounds : A venturous rival of the Roman praise,

First count the sauds, the drops where oceans flow, Let me, chaste Queen of Woods, thy aid obtain,

Or Gauls by Marlborough sent to fhades below. Bring here thy light-foot nymphs, and sprightly The task be mine, to teach Brit.nuia's swains, train :

My much-lov d country, and my native plains. Ji ost, o'er lawns, thy care prevents the day Such be the dog; I charge, thou mean'st to train, To roule the foe, and press the bounding prey, His back is crooked, and his belly plain, Woo thine own Phæbus in the tak to join, of fillet stretch'd, and hugc of haunch behind, Aud grant me genius for the bold design.

À tapering tail, that Aimbly cuts the wind; In this fost thade, O footh the warrior's fire, Truss thigh’d, straight-ham'd, and for-like formd And fit his bow-string to the trembling lyre; Anů teach, while thus their arms and arts we ung, Large-leg d, dry-fold, and of protended claw. The groves to echo, and the va'cs to ring. His flat, wide nostrils snuff the savory steam,

nd from his eyes he shoots pernicious gleam;

Middling his head, and prone to earth his view, Thy care be first the various gifts to trace, With ears and chesi that dash the morning dew: The minds and genius of the latrant race. He best to stem the flood, to leap the bound, In powers distinct the different clans excel, And charm the Dryads with his voice profound; In fight, or swiftness or sagacious smell; To pay large tribute to his weary lird, By wiles urgenerous some surprize the prey, And crown the sylvan hero's plenteous board. And some by courage win t e doubtful day. The matron bitch whose wonibfball best produce Seest thou the gaze-hound! how with glance se. The hopes and fortunes of thilluftrious house,

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Is like the fire throughout. Nor yet displease So, if small things may be compar’d with great, Large flanks, and ribs, to give the teemer ease.

And Nature's works the Muses imitate, In Spring fet loose thy pairs. Then all things So, fretch'd in shades, and lull'd by murnuring

streams, prove

Great Maro's breast receiv d the heavenly dreams. 'The stings of pleasure, and the pangs of love :

Recluse, ferene, the muling prophet lay, Æthereai Jove then glads, with genial showers,

Till thoughts in embryo, ripening, burst their Earth's mighey womb, and strews her lap with flowers.

way.

Hence bees in state, and foaming coursers come, Hence juices mount, and huds, embolden'd, try

Heroes and gods, and walls of lofty Rome.
More kindly breezes, and a softer sky:
Kind Venos revels. Hark! on every bough
In lulling trains the feather'd warblers woo.
Fell tigers foften in th' infectious flames,
And lions, fawning, court their brinded dames :

TO APOLLO MAKING LOVE.
Great Love pervades the deep; to please his mate,
The whale, in ganabols, nioves his monstrous

SROM MONSIEUR FONTENELLE, weight,

1. Hear'd by his wayward mirth, old O ean roars, And featter'd navies bulge on distan: shores.

AMcry'd All Natore smiles; come now, nor fear, my When his wisdoni, in nanncr molt ample, exprest

The long list of the graces his godship pollest : To take the odours of the woodbine grove,

II. To pass the evening glooms in harmless play, I'm the god of sweet sorg, and inspirer of lays; And, sweetly swearing, languish life away. Nor for lays, nor (weet songs, the fair fugitive An altar, bound with recent flowers I rear

ftays; To thee, beft season of the various year; I'm the god of the harp---stop my fairelt-in vain; All hail! such days in beauteous order ran, Nor the harp, nor the harper, could fetch her Boswift, so sweet, when first the world began,

again. In Eden's bowers, when man's great fire assign'd

IIT, The names and natures of the brutal lind.

Every plant every flower, and their virtues I know, The lamb and lion friendly walk'd their round,

God of light I'm above, and of physic below : And hares, undaunted, lick'd the fondling hound; At the dreadful word phylic, the nymph fled Wondrous to tell ! but when, with lucklefs hand,

more fast; Our daring mother broke the fole command, At the fatal word physic she doubled her halte. , Then want and envy brought their meagre train,

IV. Thea wrath came down, and death had leave to

Thou fond god of wisdom, then, alter thy phrase, reign :

Bid her view the young bloom and thy ravishing Hence fones earth'd, and wolves abhor'd the day,

rays, Ardhengry churls ensnar'd the nightly prey. 'Tell her less of thy knowledge, and more of thy Rude arts at first; but witły want refin'd The huntsman's wiles, and famine form’d the

And, my life for't, the damsel will fly to thy arms. mind. Bold Nimrod first the lion's trophies wore, The panther bound, and lanc'd the bristling boar; He taught to turn the hare to bay the deer,

THE FATAL CURIOSITY. And wheel the courser in his mid career: Ah! had he there restrain’d his tyrant hand!

UCH had I heard of fair Francelia's name, et me, ye powers, an humbler wreath demand.

i he lavish praises of the bables, Faze: No pomps l'afk, which crowns and fceptres yield, I thought them such, and went prepar'd to pry, Nor dangerous laurels in the dusty field;

And tracc the charnier, with a critic's eye. Falt by the forest, and the limpid spring,

Resoly'd to find some fault, before unfpy'd, Give me the warfare of the woods to fing, And disappointed, if but fatisfy'd. To breed my whelps, and healthful press the game, Love pi rc'd che vafal heart that durft rebel, A mean, inglorious, but a guiltless name.

And, where a judge was meant, a victim fel!: And now thy female bears in ample womb On those dear eyes, with sweet perdition gay, The banc of håres, and triumphs yet to come. Igaz'd, at once, my pride and loul away No sport, I ween, nor blaft of Iprightly horn, All o'er I felt the luscious poison run, Should tempe me then to hurt the whelps unborn. And, in a look, the hafty conquest won. Coleck'd, in covers let her freely run,

Thus the fond moth around the taper plays, To range thy courts, and bak before the sun; And sports and Autters near the treacherous blaze; Near thy full table let the favourite stand, Ravili'd with joy, he wings his eager flight, Strok'd by thy fon's, or blooming daughter's hand. Nor dreams of ruin in fo clear a light; Caress, indulge, by arts the matron bribe, He tempts his fate, and courts a glorious doon, T improve her bred, and idem a vigorous tribe. A bright destruction, and a shining comb.

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His life in fruitful death renews his date,

And kind defruction but prclongs his fate: WITH A DESCRIPTION OF THE PHENIX. Brin in the grave new strength his limbs receive,

And on the funeral pile begin to live.
L WICO Claudiando en uppe in the pha
Where Claudian's genius in the Phænix His bending race has on the zodiac run,

For when a thousand tinics the sunimer sun
Shines :

And when as oft the vernal signs have rolld,
A thousand ways cach brillian: point is turn'd,
xrid the gay poem, like its theme, adorn'd:

A. ost the wintery brought the numbing cold;

Then drops the bird, worn out with aged cares, A tale niore ftrange ne'er grac'd the poet's art, Nor e'er did fidion play so wild a part.

And bends beneath the mighty load of years. Each fabled charm in matchless Celia mects,

So falls the fately pine, that proudly grew, The heavenly colours, and ambrosial sweets; The shade and glory of the mountain's brow. Her virgin bolom challer fires fupplies,

When pierc'd by blasts, and spouting clouds o'erAnd beams more piercing guard her kindred eyes.

Spread,
O'crflowing wit th' imagin'd wonder drew, !!, lowly fuking, nodis its tattering head,
But sertile tancy ne'er can reach the true.

Part dies by winds, and part by fickiy rains,
Now buda your youth your checks their bloom

And wasting age destroys the poor remains. disclose,

Then, as the silver empress of the night, Th’untainted lily, and utfold

rose ;

O'er-clouded, glimmers in a fainter light, Ease in your mien, and sweetness in your face, So, froz’n with age, and shut from light's supplies You speak a Syren, and you move a Grace ; In lazy rounds scarce roll his feeble cy's, Nor time shall urge these beau ies to decay, And those ficet wings, sor strength and speed reWhile virtue gives, what years shall steal away:

nown's, The fair, whose youth can boast the worth of age, Scarce rear ull' inactive lunher from the ground In age shall with the charms of youth engage; Mysterious arts a second time create In every change fill lovely, fill the same,

'The bird, prophetic of approaching fate. A fairer Phænix in a pureș filame.

Pil'd on a heap Sabzan herbs he lays,
Parch'd by his fire the sun's intenseft rays;
'I he prie dufizu'd to form his funeral scene

He wraps in colours of a fragrant green,
A DESCRIPTION OF THE PHOENIX.

And bids his spicy hcap at once become
A grave deftrucive, and a iecming weinb.

On the rich bed the dying wonder lies,
N utmost ocean lies a lovely ille,

Iniplering Phæbus with persuafive cries, Where spring flill blooms, and greens for ever Todart upon him in collected rars, smile,

And iew-create him in a deadly blazc. Which sees the fun put on his fir : array,

The god beholds the suppliant from afar, And hears his panting steeds bring on the day; And llops the progress of his heaven'y car. When, from the deep, they rufi with rapid force, "O thou, says he, whom harmless tres bill And whirl aloft. to run their glorious course;

burn, When first appear the ruddy streaks of light, “ Thy age the flame to second youth fail turn, And glimmering beams dispel the parting night. “ on iniant's cradir: is thy suneral u n.

In these soft frades, unpreft by human feet, Thou, on wh m heaven hath fix'd th' ambigeThe happy Phenix keeps his balny feat, Far from the world disjoin d ; he reigns alone, "To live by ruin, and liy death to bloom, Alike the enipire, and its king unknown.

" Thy life, iny ftrength, ihy lovely for renes, A god-like bird, whose endless sound of years " And with rich beautius duubiy churn to Out-laits the stars, and tires thc ciruling spheres;

vie'v." Not us'd like vulgar birds to eat his fil,

Thug speaking, ʼmi if the aromatic hed
Or drink the crystal of the murmuring rill; A golden bene lae totles from his bead;
But fed with warmth from Titan's purer ray, Swift as defire, the ihining ruin flics,
And Nak'd by freams which caftern ícas convey; And iraight devours the willing facrifice,
Stil he renews his life in these abodes,

Who hafies to perish in the foreile fire,
Contemns the power of fate, and mates the gods. Sink into streagth, and into life expire.
His fiery eyes Thoot forth
glittering ray,

In flames the circling odonrs ir ount on high,
And round his head ten thousand glories play; Periuine the air, ana glitter in the sky,
High on his creít, a iar celestial bright

The moon and fars, anaz'd, retard ih 1 d., Divides the darkness with its piercing lighe; And racure fartles at the doubefut fight; His legs are stain'd wish purple's lively dye, lor, whullt the pregnant urn wih tury g!'T3, His azure wings the fleeting winds out-fi;'; The goddess labours with a mother's threes, Soft plumes of chearsul blue his linhs incold, Yut joys to churii, in the friendly flams, Enrich'd with spangles, and bedrope with gold. The noblest product of the ikil she claims. Begot hy none him.fell, begetting riore,

Th' enlivering duft its head begins in rear, Sire of himself he is, and of himself the con; And on the affiusprouting jlonies appear.

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