With moft fuccefs when all befides decay.
The poet's or hiftorian's page, by one
Made vocal for th' amusement of the reft;
The fprightly lyre whofe treasure of fweet founds
The touch from many a trembling chord fhakes out;
And the clear voice of fymphonious yet diflinct,
And in the charming frife triumphant fill,
Beguile the night, and fet a keener edge
On female induftry; the treaded fteel
Flies fwiftly, and unfelt the tafk proceeds.
The volume clos'd, the cuffomary rites

Of the laft meal commence. A Roman meal,
Such as the miflrefs of the world once found
Delicious, when her patriots of high note,
Perhaps by moon-light at their humble doors,
And under an old oak's domeflic fhade,
Enjoy'd, fpare feast! a radish and an egg.
Difcourfe enfues, not trivial, yet not dull,
Nor fuch as with a frown forbids the play
Of fancy, or prefcribes the found of mirth.
Nor do we madly, like an impious world,
Who deem religion phrenzy, and the God
That made them an intruder on their joys,
Start at his awful name, or deem his praise
A jarring note. Themes of a graver tone
Exciting oft our gratitude and love,

While we retrace with memory's pointing wand
That calls the paft to our exact review,
The dangers we have 'fcap'd, the broken fnare,
The difappointed foe, deliv'rance found
Unlook'd for, like preferv'd and peace reflor'd,
Fruits of omnipotent eternal love.

Oh evenings worthy of the gods! exelaim'd
The Sabine bard. Oh evenings! I reply,
More to be p priz'd and coveted than yours,
As more illumin'd and with nobler truths,
That I, and Mine, and thofe we love, enjoy..

Virtue, Wisdom, and Contemplation MILTON.

By
By her own radiant light, though fun and moo
Were in, the flat fea funk. And Wildom's felf
Oft feeks to fweet retired folitude,

Where with her beft nurfe Contemplation

She plumes her feathers and lets grow her wings,
That in the various buffle of refort

Were all too ruffled, and fometimes impair'd.
He that has light within his own clear breaft
May fit i'th centre, and enjoy bright day:
But he that hides a dark foul, and foul thoughts,
Benighted walks under the mid-day fun;
Himfeif is his own dungeon.

On May Morning.

NOW

MILTON.

OW the bright morning flar, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the eaf, and leads with her The flow'ry May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowflip, and the pale primrofe.

Hail, bounteous May, that dofl infpire Mirth, and youth, and warm defire; Woods and groves are of thy dreffing, Hill and dale doth boaft thy blefling. Thus we falute thee with our early fong, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.

IT is Jealoufy's peculiar nature

To fwell fmall things to great; nay, out of nought
To conjure much; and then to lofe its reafon

Amid the hideous phantoms it has form'd.

Curring

Then leaving life, Earl Percy took
The dead Man by the hand;

And said, Earl Douglas, for thy life.
Would I had lost my land.

Tublished by J.Roach Woburn Street New Drury Theatre Royal 1795

HUNTING of CHEVY CHASE.

A Summer Evening Meditation by Mr Barbauld.

The History of John Gilpin,
by M. Cowper .
Various Pieces
Dean Swift.

by

&c. &c.

LONDON

Printed by & for I Roach, at the Britannia Printing Office Woburn Sheet New Drury Theatre Royal, March 1.1795.