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BOOK IV.-ODE I.
TO VENUS. AGAIN? new tumults in my breast?
Ah spare me, Venus ! let me, let me rest! I am not now, alas! the man
As in the gentle reign of my queen Anne. Ah! sound no more thy soft alarms,
Nor circle sober fifty with thy charms ! Mother too fierce of dear desires!
Turn, turn to willing hearts your wanton fires : To number five direct your doves,
There spread round Murray all your blooming loves; Noble and young, who strikes the heart
With every sprightly, every decent part; Equal the injured to defend,
To charm the mistress, or to fix the friend. He, with a hundred arts refined,
Shall stretch thy conquests over half the kind : To him each rival shall submit,
Make but his riches equal to his wit. Then shall thy form the marble grace,
(Thy Grecian form) and Chloe lend the face ; His house, embosom'd in the grove,
Sacred to social life and social love,
Where Thames reflects the visionary scene :
desires; There, every grace and muse shall throng,
Exalt the dance, or animate the song; There youths and nymphs, in concert gay,
Shall hail the rising, close the parting day. With me, alas ! those joys are o'er;
For me the vernal garlands bloom no more. Adieu ! fond hope of mutual fire,
The still believing, still renew'd desire ;
Adieu! the heart-expanding bowl,
And all the kind deceivers of the soul! But why? ah tell me, ah too dear!
Sieals down my cheek the involuntary tear ? Why words so flowing, thoughts so free,
Stop, or turn nonsense, at one glance of thee? Thee, dress'd in Fancy's airy beam,
Absent I follow through the extended dream; Now, now I cease, I clasp thy charms,
And now you burst (ah cruel) from my arms! And swiftly shoot along the Mall,
Or softly glide by the canal; Now shown by Cynthia's silver ray, - And now on rolling waters snatch'd away.
ART OF ODE IX. OF BOOK IV.
Which sounds the silver Thames along,
Above the reach of vulgar song; Though daring Milton sits sublime,
In Spenser native muses play; Nor yet shall Waller yield to time,
Nor pensive Cowley's moral laySages and chiefs, long since had birth
Ere Cæsar was, or Newton named;
And those new heavens and systems framod.
MISCELLANIES. On Receiving from the Right Hon. Lady Frances
Shirley, a Standish and two Pens.
Yes, I beheld the Athenian queen
Descend in all her sober charms ;
"Take at this hand celestial arins : "Secure the radiant weapons wield;
This golden lance shall guard desert, And if a vice dares keep the field,
This steel shall stab it to the heart.'
Received the weapons of the sky,
The fount of fame or infamy.
• A standish, steel and golden pen;
it you to write again.
You'll bring a house, I mean of peers,
L***** and all about your ears.
And run on ivory so glib,
Nor stop at flattery or fib.
I tell you, fool, there's nothing in 't:
In Dryden's Virgil see the print.
That dares tell neither truth nor lies,
Of those that sing of these poor eyes.'
EPISTLE TO ROBERT, EARL OF OXFORD,
AND EARL MORTIMER. Sent to the Earl of Oxford, with Dr. Parnell's Poems,
published by our Author, after the said Earl's inprisonment in the Tower and Retreat into the Coun. try, in the Year 1721.
Such were the notes thy once-loved poet sung,
Absent or dead, still let a friend be dear,
And sure, if aught below the seats divine
In vain to deserts thy retreat is made;
When interest calls off all her sneaking train,
EPISTLE TO JAMES CRAGGS, ESQ.
Secretary of State in the Year 1720.
EPISTLE TO MR. JERVAS; With Mr. Dryden's Translation of Fresnoy's Art
of Painting. This Epistle, and the two following, were written some
years before the rest, and originally printed in 1717.