Whofe lofty Genius bears along
The conscious dignity of Song;
And, fcorning from the facred ftore

To waste a note on Pride, or Power,

Roves, when the glimmering twilight glooms,

And warbles 'mid the ruftic tombs:

He too perchance, (for well I know,

His heart would melt with friendly woe)

He too perchance, when these poor limbs are laid, Will heave one tuneful figh, and footh my hov'ring Shade.

AWAKE, Æolian lyre, awake,

And give to rapture all thy trembling strings.

From Helicon's harmonious fprings

A thousand rills their mazy progress take:

The laughing flowers, that round them blow,
Drink life and fragrance as they flow.
Now the rich stream of mufic winds along
Deep, majeftic, fmooth and strong,

Through

Through verdant vales, and Ceres' golden reign:
Now rolling down the fteep amain,

Headlong, impetuous, fee it pour:

The rocks,. and nodding groves rebellow to the roar.

Oh! Sovereign of the willing foul,

Parent of sweet and folemn-breathing airs,
Enchanting fhell! the fullen Cares,

And frantic Paffions hear thy foft controul.
On Thracia's hills the Lord of War
Has curb'd the fury of his car,

And drop'd his thirsty lance at thy command.
Perching on the scept'red hand

Of Jove, thy magic lulls the feather'd king
With ruffled plumes, and flagging wing:
Quench'd in dark clouds of flumber lie

The terror of his beak, and light'nings of his eye.

I. 3.

Thee the voice, the dance, obey,

Temper'd to thy warbled lay.

O'er Idalia's velvet-green

The rofy-crowned Loves are fe:n

On Cytherea's day,

With antic Sports, and blue-eyed Pleasures,
Frifking light in frolic measures;

Now pursuing, now retreating,

Now in circling troops they meet:

To brisk notes in cadence beating

Glance their many-twinkling feet.

Slow melting strains their Queen's approach declare:
Where'er the turns the Graces homage pay.

With arms fublime, that float upon the air,
In gliding ftate fhe wins her eafy way:

O'er her warm cheek, and rifing bofom, move

The bloom of young Defire, and purple light of Love. II. J.

Man's feeble race what Ills await,

Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain,

Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train,

And Death, fad refuge from the storms of Fate!
The fond complaint, my Song, difprove,

And justify the laws of Jove.

Say, has he given in vain the heav'nly Muse?

Night, and all her fickly dews,

Her Spectres wan, and Birds of boding cry,

He gives to range the dreary fky:.

'Till down the eastern cliffs afar

Hyperion's march they fpy, and glitt'ring fhafts of war.

I

II. 2. In

H. 2.

In climes beyond the folar road,

Where fhaggy forms o'er ice-built mountains roam, The Mufe has broke the twilight-gloom

To cheer the fhiv'ring Native's dull abode.

And oft, beneath the od❜rous fhade

Of Chili's boundless forefts laid,

She deigns to hear the favage Youth repeat,

In loofe numbers wildly fweet,

Their feather-cinctured Chiefs, and dusky Loves.

Her track, where'er the Goddess roves,

Glory pursue, and generous Shame,

Th' unconquerable Mind, and Freedom's holy flame,

II. 3.

Woods, that wave o'er Delphi's steep,

Ifles, that crown th' Egæan deep,

Fields, that cool Iliffus laves,

Or where Mæander's amber waves

In lingering Lab'rinths creep,

How do your tuneful Echo's languish,
Mute, but to the voice of Anguish!
Where each old poetic Mountain
Inspiration breath'd around

Every shade and hallow'd Fountain
Murmur'd deep a folemn found :

'Till the fad Nine in Greece's evil hour

Left their Parnaffus for the Latian plains.
Alike they scorn the pomp of tyrant-Power,

And coward Vice, that revels in her chains.
When Latium had her lofty spirit loft,

They fought, oh Albion! next, thy fea-encircled coaft.
III. 1.

Far from the fun and fummer-gale,

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In thy green lap was Nature's Darling laid,
What time, where lucid Avon stray'd,
To Him the mighty mother did unveil
Her aweful face: The dauntless Child
Stretch'd forth his little arms, and smil❜d.
This pencil take (fhe faid) whose colours clear
Richly paint the vernal year:

Thine too these golden keys, immortal Boy!
gates of Joy;

This can unlock the

Of Horrour that, and thrilling Fears,

Or ope the facred fource of fympathetic Tears.

III. 2.

Nor fecond He, that rode fublime

Upon the feraph-wings of Extafy,

The secrets of th' Abyss to spy.

He pass'd the flaming bounds of Place and Time:

The living Throne, the faphire-blaze,

Where Angels tremble while they gaze,