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To share thy adverse fate alone pretend,
In power a fervant, out of power a friend.
Here pour thy favours in an ample flood,
Indulge thy boundless thirst of doing good.
Nor think that good alone to him confin'd;
Such to oblige is to oblige mankind.
If thus thy mighty master's fteps thou trace,
The brave to cherish, and the good to grace,
Long fhalt thou ftand from rage and faction free,
And teach us long to love the king and thee;
Or fall a victim, dangerous to the foe,

And make him tremble when he ftrikes the blow;
While honour, gratitude, affection join,

To deck thy clofe, and brighten thy decline.
Illuftrious doom! the great when thus difplac'd,
With friendship guarded, and with virtue grac❜d,
In aweful ruin, like Rome's fenate, fall

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prey and worship of the wond'ring Gaul.

No doubt to genius, fome reward is due, (Excluding that were fatirizing you :)

But

yet believe thy undefigning friend,

When truth and genius for thy choice contend,

Though both have weight, when in the balance cast, Let probity be first, and parts the last.

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On

On these foundations if thou dar'st be great, And check the growth of folly and deceit,

When party rage shall drop through length of days, And calumny be ripen'd into praise,

Then future times fhall to thy worth allow

That fame, which envy would call flattery now.

Thus far my zeal, though for the task unfit,
Has pointed out the rocks where others split :
By that infpir'd, though stranger to the Nine,
And negligent of any fame but thine,

I take that friendly, but fuperfluous part,
That acts from nature what I teach from art.

To a LADY on a LANDSCAPE of her Drawing.

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By Mr. PARR at.

EHOLD the magic of Therefa's hand!

A new creation blooms at her command.

Touch'd into life the vivid colours glow,

Catch the warm ftream, and quicken as they flow.
The ravish'd fight the pleafing landscape fills,
Here fink the vallies, and there rife the hills.

Not

Not with more horror nods bleak Calpe's height,
Than here the pictur'd rock astounds the fight.
Not Thames more devious-winding leaves his fource,
Than here the wand'ring rivers shape their course.
Obliquely lab'ring runs the gurgling rill;

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Still murm'ring runs, or feems to murmur still.
An aged oak, with hoary mofs o'erspread,
Here lifts aloft its venerable head;

There overshadowing hangs a facred wood,
And nods inverted in the neighb'ring flood.
Each tree as in its native forest shoots,

year,

And blushing bends with Autumn's golden fruits."
Thy pencil lends the rofe a lovelier hue,
And gives the lily fairer to our view..
Here fruits and flow'rs adorn the varied
And paradife with all its fweets is here.
There stooping to its fall a tow'r appears,
With tempefts fhaken, and a weight of years.
The daified meadow, and the woodland green,
In order rife, and fill the various scene.

Some parts, in light magnificently drefs'd,
Obtrufive enter, and ftand all confefs'd;
Whilst others decently in fhades are thrown,
And by concealing make their beauties known.

VOL. VI.

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Alternate

Alternate thus, and mutual is their aid,
Their lights owe half their luftre to the fhade.

So the bright fires that light the milky way,
Loft and extinguish'd in the folar ray;

In the fun's abfence pour a flood of light,
And borrow all their brightnefs from the night.

To cheat our eyes how well doft thou contrive !
Each object here feems real and alive.
Not more resembling life the figures stand,
Form'd by Lyfippus, or by Phidias' hand.
Unnumber'd beauties in the piece unite;
Rush on the eye, and crowd upon the fight.
At once our wonder and delight you raise,
We view with pleasure, and with rapture praise.

ODE to CUPID on VALENTINE'S Day.

By the Same.

MÉ, thou rofy-dimpled boy,

COME,

Source of every heart-felt joy,
Leave the blifsful bow'rs awhile,
Paphos and the Cyprian ifle :

Vifit Britain's rocky fhore,
Britons too thy pow'r adore,
Britons hardy, bold, and free,
Own thy laws, and yield to thee.
Source of every heart-felt joy,
Come thou rofy-dimpled boy.

Hafte to Sylvia, hafte away,
This is thine, and Hymen's day;
Bid her thy foft bondage wear,
Bid her for Love's rites prepare.
Let the nymphs with many a flow'r
Deck the facred nuptial bow'r.
Thither lead the lovely fair,

And let Hymen too be there.
This is thine, and Hymen's day,
Hafte to Sylvia, hafte away.

Only while we love, we live,

Love alone can pleasure give;
Pomp and pow'r, and tinfel ftate,
Those false pageants of the great,
Crowns and fcepters, envied things,
And the pride of Eastern kings,
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