cheer Do thou conduct my fancy's dreams ODE VII. ON THE USE OF POETRY. N I. OT for themfelves did human kind Not Scipio's force, nor Cæfar's skill II. Yet ftill the self-depending foul, And knows what nature's feal beftow'd, The rank in which he ftands. III. Who train'd by laws the future age, Of partial, factious power, My My heart with distant homage views ; Didft rule my natal hour. IV. Not far beneath the hero's feet, Stands far remote the bard. Though not with public terrors crown'd, More lafting his award.. V. Lycurgus fashion'd Sparta's fame, Where are they?-Homer's reverend page And tongues and climes obey. VI. And thus when William's acts divine When Sidney fhall with Cato rest, VII. Yet then fhall Shakespeare's powerful art Confirm his awful throne: Tyrants shall bow before his laws; And freedom's, glory's, virtue's caufe, Their dread affertor own. ODE O DE VIII. ON LEAVING HOLLAND. I. I. F AREWELL to Leyden's lonely bound, And left, from any prouder aim, The daring mind fhould fcorn her homely fpoils, She breathes maternal fogs to damp its reftlefs flame. I. 2. Farewell the grave, pacific air, Where never mountain zephyr blew : The marthy levels lank and bare, Which Pan, which Ceres never knew: The Naiads, with obfcene attire, Urging in vain their urns to flow; While round them chaunt the croking choir, Farewell, ye nymphs, whom fober care of gain P Ye too, the flow-ey'd fathers of the land, I go where liberty to all is known, And tells a monarch on his throne, He reigns not but by her preferving voice. II. I. my Like mountain fnows; till down their fide While bowers and copfes green the golden flope divide ? II. 2, Ye nymphs who guard the pathless grove, With whom I wont at morn to rove, With whom at noon I talk'd in dreams; To prompt my flumbers in the murmuring shade, And footh my vacant ear with many an airy strain. And thou, my faithful harp, no longer mourn Now Now brighter skies and fresher gales return, With Venus and with Juno move In concert round the Olympian fathers throne? Thee too, protectrefs of my lays, To Somers' counfels, or to Hamden's arms, III. 2. Great citizen of Albion! Thee Heroic valour ftill attends, And useful fcience pleas'd to fee How art her ftudious toil extends. Fills and commands the public eye; Till, pierc'd and finking by her powerful ray, Tame faith and monkifh awe, like nightly demons, fly. |