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By. Love's own hand for salutary ends.

Their oars across the foa nay flood to ply :
But were they ills indeed ; can fond Complaint With unremitting arm. I then prepard
Arrest the wing of Time? Can Grief command To follow her-That moment, from the deck,
This noon-day fun to roll his faming orb A fea swell'd o’er, and plung'd me in the gulph.
Baok to yon eastern coast, and bring again 185 Nor me alone : its broad and billowing sweep
The hours of yesterday? or from the womb Must have involv'd her too. Mysterious heaven!
Of that unfounded deep the bury'd corse

My fatal love on her devoted head
To light and life restore ? Eleft pair, farewell! Drew down--it must be fo! the judgment due
Yet, yet a 'ew fhort days of erring grief,

To me and mine : dr was Amyntor fav'd 255
Of human foudness fighing in the breast, 190 For its whole quiver of remaining wrath?
And corrow is no more. Now, gentle youth, Eor storms more fierce? for pains of Ir ar perfing!
Andlet me call thee son (for O that name And years of death to come?-Nor further voice,
Thy faith, thy friendship, thy true friendship borne Nor Howing tear his high-wrought grief supplyd:
Of pains for me, too fadly have deferv'd) With arms out-fpread, with eyes in hopelefs gaze
On with thy tale. 'Tis mine, when heaven amicts, To heaven' uplified, motionless and mute 261
To hearren and adore, The patient man

He stood, the mournful semblance of despair.
Thus spoke : Amyntor thus his story clos’d. The lamp o day, tho' from mid-noon declind,

As dumb with anguish round the bed of death Still Haming with full ardor, shot on earth
Weeping we knelt, to mine the faintly rais'd Cppressive brightness round; till in soft fteam2 65
Her clotug eyes : then fixing, in cold gaze, From ocean's bofom his light vapour's drawn,
On Theodora's face-- save iny child !

With grateful intervention o'er the sky
She said; and, shrinking from her pillow, slept Their veil diffufve spread : the fc ne abroad
Without a groan, a pang. In hallow'd earth Soft-ladowing, vale and plain, ai:d dazzling hill.
I saw her shrouded; bade eternal peace

Aurelius, with his guest, the western cliff
Her shade receive, and, with the truest tears, 205 Alcending Now, beneath its marble roof,
Affection ever wept, her duft bedew'd.

From whence in double stream a lucid fource What then remain'd for honour or for love ? Roll'd founding forth, and, where with dewy wing What, but that scene of violence to fly,

Fresh breezes play'd, fought refuge and repose, With guilt profan’d, and terrible with death, Till cooler hours arise.' Thie fubject ille 275 Rolando's fatal roof. Late at the hour,

Her village-capital, where health and peace
When shade and filence o'er this nether orb

Are tutelary gods; her fımall domain
With drow left influence reign, the waining moon Of arable and pasture, vein’d with streams
Ascending 'mournful in the midnight sphere; That branching bear refreshful moisture on,
On that drear spot, within whose cavern'd womb To field and mead; her straw-roofd temple rude,
Emilia neeps, and by the turf that veils

Where piety, not pride, adoring kneels, 281
Her honourd clay, alone and kneeling there Lay full'ia view. From scene to scene around
I found my Thcodora ! thrill'd with awe, Aurelius gaz'l; and, fighing, thus began. ·
With facred terror, which the time, the place, Not we alone, alas! in every cline,
Pour'd on us, sadly-solemn, I 100 bent

The human raca are funs of forrow bora. 285
My tremi ing knee; 2.d lock'd in her's my hand | Heirs of transmitted lilour and diseale,
Across her parent's grave. By this dread scene ! Of pain and gries, from fire to fon deriv'd,
By night's pale regent! By yon glorious train All hare their mournful portion; all mutt bear
Of ever-moving fires that roucd her burn! Tl’impos'a condition of their mortal state,
By death's dark cmpire ! by the sheeted duit Vicissitude of suffering. Cast thine eye 200
That o!ce was man, now mouldering here below! Where yonder vale, Amyntor, lloping preads
But chief by her's, at whose noclurnal tomb, Full to the noon-tide beam its primrose-lap,
Reverent we kneel! and by her nobler part, From hence duc euit. Anynter look'd, and saw,
Th’unbody'd fpirit hovering near, perhaps, Not without wonder at a fight so strange,
As witness to our vows ! nor time, nor chance, where thrice three fernales, earnest each and armd
Nor auglit but death's inevitable hand, 230 With rural inftruments, the soil prepard 296
Shall e'er divide our loves--I led her thence: For future harvest. These the trenchant spadle,
To where fafe-station’d in a secret bay,

To turn the inold and break th'adhesive clods,
Rough of defcent, and brown with pendent pines Employ'd afliduous. Thöfe, with equal pace,
That murmur'd to the gale, our bark was moord. And arm alternate, strew'd its fre? lap white 500
We fail'cl--But, O my father ; can I speak 235 | With fruitful Ceres: while, in train behind,
What yet remains ? yon ocean black with form! Three more th' incumbent harrow heavy on.
Its useless fails rent from the groaning pine ! O'er-labour'd drew, and clos'd the toilfome tak.
The speechless crew aghaft ! and that loît air ! Behold ! Aurelitis thus his speech renew'd,
Still, dill I see her! feel her heart pant thick! Fron; that soft sex, too delicately fram'd 305
And hear her voice, iz ardert vows to leavan 240 For toils like thesć, the'ta ik of rougher man,
For ,me alone preferr'd ; as on my arm,

What yet neceffty demands severe. Expiring, finking with her fears the bung! Twelve funs have purpled these encircling hills I kiss'd her pale cold chcek! with tears adjur'd, With orient beans, as many nights along And won at last, with sums of proffer'd gold, Their dewy fummits drawn th' alternate veil 310 The boldest mariners, this precious charge 245 Of darkness, fince, in unpropitious hour, Tsitant to save ; and, in the kiti securd,

The husbands of those widow'd mates, who now

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For both’must ļabour, launch’d, in quest of food, | Both ear and eye with wonder and delight! 370
Their illand-kiff adventurous on the deep. But, loft to outward sense, Amyntor paf'd
Thein, while the sweeping pet secure they plunged Regardless on, through other' walks convey'd
The fiuny race to inare, whose foodful foals Of baleful prospect; which pale Fancy rais'd
Each creek and bay innumerable croud,

Incefiant to herself, and fabled o'er
As annual on from shore to fore they move With darkest night, meet region for defpair ! 375
In watery caravan ; them, thus inteit,

Till northward, where the rock its fea-walk'd bafe Dark from the south a gust of furious wing, 320 Projects athwart and shuts the bounded scene, Up-springing, drove to sea : and left in tears, Rounding its point, he rais’d his eyes and saw, This little world of brothers and of friends! At distance saw, descending on the shore, But when, at evening hour, disjointed plauks, Forth from their anchor'd boat, of men unknown Borne on the surging-tide, and broken oarsy A double band, who by their gestures strange To light, with fatal certainty, reveald 325 There fix'd with wondering: for at once they knelt The wreck before urmiz'd; one general groan, with hands upheld; at once, to heaven, asféèm’d, To heaven ascending, spoke the general breast One general hymn pour’d forth of vocal praise. With sharpest anguish piercd. Their ceaseless Then, lowly rising, forward mov'd their steps : plaint,

Slow as they mov'd, behold! amid the train, Through these hoarse rocks, on this resounding on either fide fupported, onward came Thore,

Pale and of piteous look, a penfive maid; At morn was heard : at midnight too were seen, As one by wafting fickness fore affaild, Discoviolate on each chill mountain's height, 331 Or plung’d in grief profound_Oh, all ye powers ! The mourners 1pread, exploring land and sea Amyntor starting, cry'd, and thot his soul

391, With eager gazem till from yon lefser ille, In rapid glance before him on her face. Yon round of moss-clad hills, Borerà nam'd- Illufion! non-it cannot be. My blood Full north, behold! above the foaring lark,

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Runs chill : my fect are rooted here and see! Its dizzy çliri's aspire, hung round and white To moc? my hopes, it wears ber gracious form, With curling mists

at last from yon hoar hills, The fpirits who this ocean waste and wild Inflaming the brown air with sudden blaze, Still hover round, or walk these ifles unseen, And ruddy undulation, turice three fires,

Presenting oft in pictur'd vision ftrange Like meteors waving in a moonless sky, 340 The dead or absent, have on yon fhape adorn'd, Our eyes, yet unbelieving, saw distinct, So like my love, of unfubftantial air,

400 Succeflive kindled, and from night to night Embody'd featur'd it with all her charms Renew'd continuous. Joy, with wild excess, Aud lo! behold ! its eyes were fix'd on mine Took her gay turn to reign : and Nature now With gaze transported-Ha! the faints, fe falls ! From rapture wept : yet ever and anon 345

He ran, he flew : his clafping arms receiv'd By fad conjecture dampd, and anxious thought Her finking weight, earth, and air, and fea! How from yon rocky prison to release

'Tis she ! 'tis Theodora ! Power divine, 406 Whom the deep sea immures (their only boat Whose goodness knows no bounds, thy hand is Destroy'd) and whom th' inevitable fiege

Omnipotent in mercy! As he spoke, [here, of hunger must assault. But hope futains - 350 Adown his cheek, thro'livering joy and doubt, The human heart : and now their faithfui wives, The tear falt-falling stream'd. My love! my life! With loveataught skill and vigour not their own, Soul of niy wishes; fav'd beyond all faith! 411 On yonder field th' autuminal year prepare*. Return to life and me. O fly, my friends,

Amyntor, who the tale distressful heard Fly, and from yon translucent fountain bring With fyn.pathizing forrow, on himself,

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The living ítream. Thou dearer to my soul On his feverer fate, now pondering deep,

Than all the fumless wealth this sea entombs, 415 Wrapt by fad thought the hill unheeding left; My Theodora, yet ayake : 'tis !, And reachd, with swerving step, the distant "Tis poor Amyntor calls thee! At that name, strand.

That potent name, her fpirit from the verge Above, around, in cloudy circles wheel'd, Of death recalld, the trembling rais'd her eyes; Or failing level on the polar gale

360 Trembling, his neck with eager grasp entwild, That cool with evening role, a thousand wings, And murmurd out his name : then sunk again ; The summer-nations of these pregnant cliffs, Then swoon'd upon his hofom, through excess Play'd sportive round, and to the fun outspread of bliss unhop'd, too mighty for her frame. Their various pluinage ; or in wild notes haild The rose-bud thus, that to the beam ferene His parent beam that animates and chears 365 Of morning glasl unfolds her tender charms, 425 All living kinds. He, glorious from amidt Shrinks and expires beneath the noon-day blaze. A pomp of golden clouds, th’Atlantic Hood Moments of dread fufpenfe--but foon to cease! Beheld oblique, and o'er its azure breast

For now while on her face these men unknown Wav'd one unbounded blush : a scene to strike The stream, with cool aspersion, busy cift,

His eyes beheld, with wonder and amaze, 430 * The author who relates this story adds, that the Beheld in them--bis friendsth’adventurous few, produce of grein that season was the molt plentiful who bore her to the fift, whose diaring skill they had feer for many years before. vide Martin's Had fav’d her from the deep! As o'er her cheek, Defcripiion of the Wellern iples of Scotland, p. 286. Rekindling life, like morn, its light diffub'd

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In dawning purple ; from their lips he learn'd, . Around with softening aspect seem'd to smile ; How to yon ise, yon round of moss-clad bills, ' And heaven, approving look'd delighted down. Borea nam'd, before the tempelt borne,

Nor theirs alone this blissful hour : the joy 508 Theie inanders, thrice three, then prison'd there, with inftant flow, from shore to ihore along (So heaven ordain'd) with utmolt peril run, Difi ùfive ran ; and all tly exulting ise With toil invincible, from thelve and rock 440 About the new-arriv'd was pour'd abroad, Their boat preserv'd, and to this happy coast To hope long lo't, by miracle regain'd! Its prow directed safe--He heard no more : lą each plain bofom Love and Nature wept: 505 The reft already known, bis every senie,

Wbile each a fire, a husband, or a friend, His full collected soul, on her alone

Embracing heid and kiss 'd Was fix'd, was hungenraptur'd, while these sounds,

Now, while the song, This voice, as of an angel, pierc'd his ear. The choral hymn, in wildly-warbled notes, Amyntor! O my life's recover'd hope !

What Nature dictates when the fuil heart prompts, My soul's despair and rapture !-can this be?

Beft barmony, they grateful fouls effus'd 511 Am l on earth ? and these arins indeed

Aloud to heaven; Montano, reverend Seer, Thy real form enfold? Thou dreadful deep!

(Whofe eye prophetic far through time's abyss Ye shores unknown! ye wild impending hills !

Could shoot its beam, and there the births of fate, - Dare 1 yet trust my sense? - yes, 'tis he !

Yet immature and in their ca ifes hid,

515 siis he himself ! My eyes, my bounding heart, Illumin’d fee) a space abstracted ftood: Confess their living lord! What fall I say?

His frame with hivery horror ftirråd, his eyes How vent the boundless transport that expands

Froin outward vilon held, and all the man My labouring thought ? th' unutterable bliss, 456

Entranc'd in wonder at th'unfolding scene, Joy, wonder, gratitude, that pain to death On fluidi air, a.; in a mirror seen's

520 The breast they charm ?-Amyntor, Ofupport And glowi g radiat, to his mental sight. swimiping brain : I would not now be torn

They fly! he cry'd, they melt in air away, Again from life and thee ; nor catife thy heart The clouds that long fair Albion's heaven o'ercaft! A second pang. At this, dilated high

With tempeff delug'd, or with Haine devour'd The swell of joy, moft fatal where its force Her drooping plains : wbite dawning roly round Is felt moft exquilte, a timely vent

purer morning 1 ghts up all her thies ! Now found, and broke in tesider dews away He comes, behold! the greai deliverer comes ! Of heart=re ieving tears. As o'er its charge, 465 Immortal William, borne triumphant on, With sheltering wing, solicitously good,

From yonder orient, o'er propitious feas, The guardian-genius hovers, so the youth,

White with the fails of his unnumber'd fleet, 530 On her lov'd face, asliduous and alarm’d,

A floating foreft, stretch'd from shore to shore! In í lert fondneis dwelt : while all his soul, See ! with spreacl wings Britannia's genius flies, With trembling tenderness of hope and lear 470

Before his prew': commands the speeding gales Pleafingly pain’d, was all employ'd for her; Tu waft him on! and, o'er the hero's head, The rouz'd emotions warring in her breast,

Iowreath'd with olive bears the laurel crown, 535 Attempering, to compose, and gradual fit

Bleft emblem, peace with liberty rettord! For further joy her foit impressive frame.

And hark! from either itrand, which nations hide,

To welcome-in true freedom's day renew'd. O happy ! though as yet thou know'st not half

What thunders of acclaim ! Aurelius, man The bliss that waits thee! but, thou gentle mind, By haven belov?d, thou too tliat facred fun 540 Who'e figh is pity, and whose smile is love,

Shalt live to hail; thalt warm thee in his thine! For all who joy or forrow, arm thy breast

I see thee on the flowery lap di fus'd With that best temperance; which from forel

Of thy lov' vale, amid a smiling race excess, When rapture lifts to dangerous height its

From this bleft pair to fpring: whom equal faith,

powers, Reteaive guards. Know thun--and let calm

ind equal fondness, in soft league s} all hold 545 thought

From youth to reverend age ; the calmer hours On wonder wait--safe refug'd in this isle,

Of thy last day to sweeten and adorn ; Thy god-like father lives ! and lombut curb,

Through life thy comfort, and in death thy crown,
Repress the transport that c'erheaves thy heart ;
"Tis he-look yonder-he, whose reverend eps
The mountain's fide descend! Ai rupt from his
Her hand me drew; and, as on wings upborne,

TRUTH IN RHYME,
Shot o'er the space between. He faw, he knew,
Astonishid kiew, before him, on her knee,

ADDRESSED TO A CERTAIN NOBLE LORD. His Theodora! To his arms he rais

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The lost lov'd fair, and in his bofoin prefs’d.
My father .O my child! at once they cry'd :

Whom all the gods re vere and love,
Nor more,
The rest ecstatic lleuce spoke,

Via fent, w hile nian deferv'd their care,

On earth to dwell, and govern there :
And Nature from her inmoft seat of sense
Beyond all utterance movd. On this blent scene, i Till ick o violence and traud,

Till tinding earth by heaven unaw'd,
Where emulous in either boton ftrove

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Abandoning the guilty crew, Adoring gratitude, eartb, ocean, air,

Back to her native sky she few.

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There, ftations in the Virgin-sign,
She long has ceas'd on earth to thine ;
Or is, at times, the deigns a smile,
'Tis chief o'er Britain's favour'd ise.

For there-h.r eyes with wonder fix'd !
That wonder too with pleasure mix'd !
She now be held, in blooming youth,
The Patron of all worth and truth ;
Not where the virtues most resort,
On peaceful plains, but in a court !
Not in a cottage, all-unknown;
She found him fcated on a throne !
What fables paint, what poets fing,
She found in fact-a Patriot-king!

But as a sight, so nobly new,
Deserv'd, she thought, a near-r view;
To where, by flvör-streaming Thames,
Ascends the palace of St. James,
Swift through surrounding thades of night,
The goddess hot her beamy tright.
She stopp'd ; and the revealing ray
Blaz'd round her favourite, where he lay,
In sweet repose : o'er all his face,
Repose shed softer bloom and grace !
But feariul lest her fun-bright gláre
Too foon might wake him into care,
(For fplendid toil; and weary state
Are every monarch's envy'd fate)
The stream of circling rays to shroud,
She drew an interpoting cloud.

In all the filence of surprize,
She gaz'd him o'er ! She law arise,
For gods can read the human breast,
Her own ideas there impreft !
And that his plan, to bless mankind,
The plan now brightening in his mind,
May story's wbiteit page adoro, .
May shine through nations yet unborn,
She calls Urania to her aid,

At once the fair ethereal maid,
Daugiter of Memory and Jove,'
Descending quits her laureld grove :
Loose to the gale her azure

robe ;
Borne, in her left, a starry globe,
Where each superior fon of fame
Will find inscribed his deathless name,
Her right sustains th’immortal lyre,
To praise due merit, or inspire,

Behold Astréa thus bega.
The friend of virtue and of man !
Calm reason fee, in early youth!
See, in a prince, the foul of truth!
With love of justice, tender fense
For suffering worth and innocence !
Who means to build his happy reign
On this bleft maxim, wife and plain-
Though plain, how leldom understood!
That, to be great, he must be good.
His breast is open to your eye ;
Approach, Urania, mark, and try.
This bofom needs no thought to hide :
This virtue dares our search abide,

The facred fountains to secure
Of justice, undisturb'd and pure

From hopes or fears, from fraud or force,
Toruffie or to Itain their course ;
That these may How serene and free,
The law mult independent be :
Her ministers, as i. my ight,
And mine alone, dispensing right;
O piercii g eye, of judgment clear,
As honour, just, as trutla, fincere.
With temper, firm, with spirit, sage,
The Mansfields of each future age.

And this prime blefing is to spring
From youth in purple ! from a king !
Who, true to his mperial trust,
His greatness founds in being just;
Prepares, like yon afcending iun,
His glorious rac with joy to run,
And, where his gracious eye appears,
To bless the world he lights and chears !

Such worth with equal voice to 1.ng, Urania, strike thy boldest fring; And truth, whose voice alone is praise, That here inspires, shall guide the lays. Begin ! awake bis gentle ear With sounds that monarchs rarely lear. He merits, let him know our love, And you record, what I approve.

She ended : and the heaven-born maido
With soft surprize, his form survey'd.
She saw what chastity of thought,
Within his stainless bosom wrought;
Then fix'd on earth ber sober eye,
And, pausing, ofer'd this reply.

Nor pomp of song, nor paint of art,
Such truths should to the world impart.
My task is but, in fimple verse,
These promis'd wonders to reheare :
And when on these our verse we raise,
The plainett is the roblest praise,

Yet more ; a virtuous doubt remains :
Would such a prince permit my strains ?
Deferving, but till funzing fame,
The homage due he might disclaim.
A prince, who rules, to save, mankind,
His praise would, in their virtue, find;
Would deem their strict regard to laws,
Their faith and worth, his best applause.
Then, Britons, your juft tribute bring,
In deeds, to emulate your king ;
In virtues, to redeem your age
From venal views and party-rage.
On his example safely reft;
He calls, he courts you to be blest ;
As friends, as brethren, to unite
In one firm league of juft and right,

My part is last; it Britain yet
A lover boasts of truth and wit,
To him these grateful lays to fend,
The Monarch's and the Muse's friend ;
And whose fair name, in facred rhymes,
My voice n ay give to lateli times.

She said ; and, after thin'ing o'er
The inen in place near half a score,
To strike at once all scandal mute,
The goddess found, and fix'd on Bute.

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TO THE

His courier now past frowning by :

Ye modern Durfeys, tell us why.
AUTHOR OF THE PRECEDING POEM.

Slow, to the city last he went :
BY S. J. ESQUIRE..

There, all was prose, of cent per cent.

There, alley-omniun, fcript, and bonus,
TELL-now, I think, we shall be wiser, (Latin, for which a Muse would stone us,
Cries Grub, who reads the Advertiser,

Yet honeft Gideon's classic stile)
Here's Truth in Rhyinen pa glorious treat! Made our poor Nuncio ftare and smile.
It surely mit abuse the great ;

And now the clock had ftruck eleven ;
Perhaps the king ;--without dispute

The messenger muft back to heaven; "Twill fall most devilish hard on Bute.

But, just a; he his wings had ty'd, Thrice he reviews his parting shilling, Look'd up Queen-Square, the North-east side. At lait refolves, though much unwilling, A blooming creature there he found, To break all rules imbib'd in youth,

With and ink, and books around,
And give it up for Rhy mne and Truth :

Alone, and writing by a taper :
He reads—he frowns-Why, what's the matter? He'read unseen, then stole her paper.
Damnit--here's neither senie, nor satyr-

It much amuş'd him on his way;
Here, take it, boy, there's nothing in't:

And reaching heaven by break of day,
Such fellows to 'pretend to print!

He thew'd Apollo what he stole.
Blame not, good cit, the poet's rhymes, The god perus'd, and lik'd the whole :
The fault's not his, but in the times :

Then, calling for his pocket-book,
The times, in which a monarch reigns,

Some right celestial vellum took;" Form'd to make happy Britain's plains ;

And what he with a sun-beam there To stop in their destructive course,

Writ down, the Muse thus copies fair : Domestic phrenfy, foreign force,

“ If I no men my sons must call, To bid war, faction, party cease,

“ Here's one fair daughter worth them all: And bless the weary'd world with peace.

“ Mark then the sacred words that follow, The times in which is seen, strange fight!

Suphia's mine”_fo sign'd

APOLLO.
A court both virtuous and polite,
Where merit best can recommend,
And science finds a constant friend.

V E R S ES,
How then Thould satyr dare to sport,
With such a king, and such a court,

WRITTEN FOR, AND GIVEN IN PRINT TO,
While Truth looks on with rigid eye,
And tells her, every line 's a lye?

A BEGGAR.

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THE DISCOVERY:

UPON READING SOME VERSES, WRITTEN BY

A YOUNG LADY AT A BOARDING-SCHOOL,

SEPTEMBER, M,DCC,LX.

Whose care embraces man and brute !
Behold me, where I thivering stand;
Bid gentle Pity tiretch her hand
To want and age, disease and pain,
That all in one sad object reign.
Still feeling bad, itill fearing worse,
Exiftence is to me a curse :
Yet, how to close this weary eye?
By my own hand I dare not die :
And death, the friend of human woas,
Who brings the last and sound repose ;
Death does at dreadful distance keep,
And leaves one wretch to wake and weep!

A

THE

REWARD:

OR,

If he had any fons below:
For, by the trash he long had feen
In male and female Magazine,
A hundred quires not worth a groat,
The race must be extinct, he thought.

His messenger to court repairs ;
Walks softly wịth the croud up stairs :
But when he had his errand told,
T'he courtiers fneer'd, both young and old.
Augustus knit his royal brow,

And bade him let Apollo know it,
That from his infancy till now,

He lov'd nor poetry nor poet.

His next adventure was the Park,
When it grew fashionably dark :
There beauties, boobies, ftrumpets, rakes,
Talk much of commerce, whiit, and itakes;
Who tips the wink, wbo drops the card :
But not one word of Verse or Bard.

The stage, Apollo's old domain,
Where his true fons were wont to reign,

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