His fiery eye-balls formidably bright,
Dart a fierce glory, and a dreadful light,

Pleas'd with the clank of arms, and trumpets found,
He bounds, and prancing paws the trembling ground;
He fnuffs the promis'd battle from afar,

Neighs at the captains, fhouts, and thunder of the war:
Rouz'd with the noble din and martial fight,
He pants with tumults of fevere delight:
His fprightly blood an even course difdains,
Pours from his heart, and charges in his veins;
He braves the fpear, and mocks the twanging bow,
Demands the fight, and rushes on the foc.

MELANCHOLY:

AN ODE,

Occafioned by the Death of a beloved Daughter, 1723.

ADIEU vain mirth, and noify joys!

Ye gay defires, deluding toys!

Thou, thoughtful Melancholy, deign
To hide me in thy penfive train!

If by the fall of murmuring floods,
Where awful fhades embrown the woods,
Or if where winds in caverns groan,
Thou wandereft filent and alone;

Come, blissful mourner, wifely fad,
In forrow's garb, in fable clad,

Henceforth, thou Care, my hours employ !
Sorrow, be thou henceforth my joy !

By

By tombs where sullen spirits stalk,
Familiar with the dead I walk;
While to my fighs and groans by turns,
From graves the midnight echo mourns.
Open thy marble jaws, O tomb,

Though earth conceal me in thy womb!
And you, ye worms, this frame confound,
Ye brother reptiles of the ground.

O life, frail offspring of a day!
'Tis puff'd with one short gasp away!
Swift as the short-liv'd flower it flies,
It fprings, it blooms, it fades, it dies.
With cries we ufher in our birth,
With groans refign our tranfient breath :
While round, ftern minifters of fate,
Pain, and difeafe, and forrow wait.

While childhood reigns, the fportive boy
Learns only prettily to toy;

And while he roves from play to play,
The wanton trifles life away.

When to the noon of life we rife,

The man grows elegant in vice;

To glorious guilt in courts he climbs,
Vilely judicious in his crimes.

When youth and ftrength in age are loft,
Man feems already half a ghost;
Wither'd, and wan, to earth he bows,
A walking hospital of woes.

O! happiness, thou empty name!
Say, art thou bought by gold or fame?
What art thou, gold, but shining earth?
Thou common, fame, but common breath?

If virtue contradict the voice

Of public fame, applause is noise;
Ev'n victors are by conqueft curf,
The braveft warrior is the worst.

Look round on all that man below
Idly calls great, and all is show!
All, to the coffin from our birth,
In this vaft toy-shop of the earth.

Come then, O friend of virtuous woe,
With folemn pace, demure, and flow:
Lo! fad and ferious, I purfue
Thy fteps---adieu, vain world, adieu!

DAPHNIS

DAPHNIS

AND LYCIDAS.

A

PASTORA L.

They fing the different Succefs and Abfence of

their Loves.

To the Right Honourable the Lord Viscount TOWNSHEN D, of Rainham in Norfolk.

Ho

Sylvæ funt Confule digne."

DAPHNI S.

VIRG.

OW calm the evening! fee the falling day Gilds every mountain with a ruddy ray ! In gentle fighs the foftly whispering breeze Salutes the flowers, and waves the trembling trees; Hark! the night-warbler, from yon vocal boughs, Glads every valley with melodious woes!

Swift through the air her rounds the fwallow takes,
Or fportive skims the level of the lakes.

The timorous deer, fwift-starting as they graze,
Bound off in crouds, then turn again, and gaze.
See how yon fwans, with fnowy pride elate,
Arch their high necks, and fail along in ftate!
Thy frifking flocks fafe-wandering crop the plain,
And the glad feafon claims a glad fome ftrain.
Ye echoes liften to the fong,
And, with its fweetnefs pleas'd, each note prolong!

Begin

LYCIDAS.

LYCIDA S.

Sing, Mufe-and O! may Townshend deign to view
What the Mufe fings, to Townshend this is due!
Who, carrying with him all the world admires,
From all the world illuftriously retires:

And calmly wandering in his Rainham roves
By lake, or spring, by thicket, lawn, or groves :
Where verdant hills, or vales, where fountains stray,
Charm every thought of idle pomp away:
Unenvy'd views the fplendid toils of state,
In private happy, as in public great.

Thus godlike Scipio, on whofe cares reclin'd
The burthen and repose of half mankind,
Left to the vain their pomp, and calmly stray'd,
The world forgot, beneath the laurel shade;
Nor longer would be great, but, void of strife,
Clos'd in foft peace his eve of glorious life.

Feed round, my goats; ye fheep, in safety graze; Ye winds, breathe gently while I tune my lays.

The joyous fpring draws nigh! amhrofial showers Unbind the earth, the earth unbinds the flowers, The flowers blow sweet, the daffodils unfold The spreading glories of their blooming gold.

DAPHNIS.

As the gay hours advance, the blossoms shoot,
The knitting blossoms harden into fruit,
And as the autumn by degrees enfues,

The mellowing fruits difplay their streaky hues.