Thou, who with hermit heart Difdain'ft the wealth of art, And gauds, and pageant weeds, and trailing pall: In Attic robe array'd, O chaste, unboastful nymph, to thee I call! By all the honey'd store On Hybla's thymy shore, By all her blooms, and mingled murmurs dear, By her, whofe love-lorn woe, In evening mufings flow, Sooth'd sweetly fad Electra's poet's ear: By old Cephifus deep, Who fpread his wavy fweep In warbled wanderings round thy green retreat, On whofe enamel'd fide, When holy Freedom died, No equal haunt allur'd thy future feet. O fifter meek of Truth, To my admiring youth, Thy fober aid and native charms infuse! Though beauty cull'd the wreathe, Still ask thy hand to range their order'd hues. While Rome could none esteem, But virtue's patriot theme, You lov'd her hills, and led her laureate band; But But ftaid to fing alone To one diftinguish'd throne, And turn'd thy face, and fled her alter'd land. No more, in hall or bower, The paffions own thy power, Love, only Love, her forcelefs numbers mean: Nor olive more, nor vine, Shall gain thy feet to bless the servile scene. Though tafte, though genius bless To fome divine excess, Faint's the cold work till thou infpire the whole; May court, may charm our eye, Thou, only thou, canft raise the meeting foul! Of these let others afk, To aid fome mighty task, I only feek to find thy temperate vale : To maids and fhepherds round, And all thy fons, O Nature, learn my tale. ODE ON THE POETICAL CHARACTER. AS once, if not with light regard, I read aright that gifted Bard, (Him whofe fchool above the rest His loveliest Elfin queen has bleft) One, One, only one unrival'd fair*, Her baffled hand with vain endeavour To few the god-like gift affigns, To gird their bleft prophetic loins, And gaze her vifions wild, and feel unmix'd her flame. The band, as fairy legends fay, Was wove on that creating day, When he, who call'd with thought to birth Yon tented fky, this laughing earth, And dreft with fprings, and forests tall, And pour'd the main engirting all, And plac'd her on his sapphire throne, *Florimel. See Spenfer, Leg. 4. The The whiles, the vaulted fhrine around, And thou, thou rich-hair'd youth of morn, I view that oak, the fancied glades among, By which as Milton lay, his evening ear, From many a cloud that dropp'd ethereal dew, From Waller's myrtle fhades retreating, Of all the fons of foul was known, And Heaven, and Fancy, kindred powers, Or curtain'd close such scene from every future view. OD E. Written in the year 1746. Ho OW fleep the brave, who fink to rest, By Fairy hands their knell is rung, ODE |