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Whatever happy region is thy place,
Sinee heaven's eternal year is thine.
In no ignoble verse ;
While yet a young probationer,
And candidate of heaven,
Our wonder is the less to find
But if thy pre-existing soul
Was formed, at first, with myriads more, It did through all the mighty poets roll,
Who Greek or Latin laurels wore, And was that Sappho last, which once it was before.
If so, then cease thy flight, О heaven-born mind! Thou hast no druss to purge from thy rich ore: Nor can thy soul a fairer mansion find,
Than was the beauteous frame she left behind: Return to fill or mend the choir of thy celestial
* Merry Kigrew, D.D., the young lady's father, was himself a poet. He wrode - Toe Conspiracy," a tragedy much praised hr Ben Ju d the ade Luru Fanard, publed in 1034. Tais atea bernd pirated and spurious the author altered the pain, and c ea ce dike to * Pasiantus ard Eudora," published
100dee Wood's dru Oru, lui I. p. 1030.
May we presume to say, that, at thy birth,
That all the people of the sky
And then, if ever, mortal ears
'Twas that such vulgar miracles
Heaven had not leisure to renew : For alị thy blest fraternity of love Solemnized there thy bịrth, and kept thy holiday
such vn distillet bees
This lubrique and adulterate age,
Tincrease the streaming ordures of the stage ? What can we say t'excuse our second fall? Let this thy vestal, heaven, atone for all : Her Arethusian stream remains unsoiled,
Unmixed with foreign filth, and undefiled;
Such noble via borrowed wh hosom bred,
Art she had none, yet wanted none;
She might our boasted stores defy:
By great examples daily fed,
breast : Light as the vapours of a morning dream, So cold herself, whilst she such warmth exprest, 'Twas Cupid bathing in Diana's stream.
VI. Born to the spacious empire of the Nine, One would have thought she should have been content To manage well that mighty government; But what can young ambitious souls confine?
To the next realm she stretched her sway,
For Painture near adjoining lay,
A chamber of dependencies was framed, (As conquerors will never want pretence,
When armed, to justify the offence,);
* This line certainly gave rise to that of Pope in Gay's epitaph :
In wit a man, simplicity a child.
And the whole fief, in right of poetry, she claimed.
Received in triumph wheresoe'er she went.
her mind. The sylvan scenes of herds and flocks, And fruitful plains and barren rocks, Of shallow brooks that flowed so clear, The bottom did the top appear; Of deeper too and ampler floods, Which, as in mirrors, shewed the woods; Of lofty trees, with sacred shades, And perspectives of pleasant glades, Where nymphs of brightest form appear, Aud shaggy satyrs standing near, Which them at once admire and fear.. The ruins too of some majestic piece, Boasting the power of ancient Rome or Greece, Whose statues, frizes, columns, broken lie, And, though defaced, the wonder of the eye; What nature, art, bold fiction, e'er durst frame, Her forming hand gave feature to the name.
So strange a concourse ne'er was seen before, But when the peopled ark the whole creation bore.
. VII. The scene then changed ; with bold erected look Our martial king* the sight with reverence strook :
* James II. painted by Mrs Killigrew.
For, not content to express his outward part,
Our phenix queent was pourtrayed too so bright,
Thus nothing to her genius was denied,
Still with a greater blaze she shone,
Not wit, nor piety, could fate prevent;
To sweep at once her life and beauty too;
To work more mischievously slow,
+ Mary of Este, as eminent for beauty as rank, also painted by the subject of the elegy.