So when the fierce Cadmean youth Sprung from the dragon's venom'd tooth, Each chief arofe in fhining armour drest: With rage infpir'd, the furious band Soon found a ready foe at hand, And plung'd the pointed steel each in a brother's breast. Has Britain then no other foes, That thus her fons their lives expose Does Lewis yet his thoughts give o'er 'Tis Britons' to fupport the law; 'Tis theirs ambitious kings to awe, And equal rights of empire to maintain, For this our fathers, brave and ftout, At Agincourt and Creffy fought, [flain. And heap'd fam'd Blenheim's field with mountains of the How will the Gallic monarch fmile, To fee the fons of Albion's ifle Their country's blood with ruthlefs weapons drain! Them Themselves avenge the glorious day When Marlb'rough swept whole hofts away, And fent the frighted Danube purple to the main ! O fay, in this inglorious ftrife Thy arm had robb'd thy friend of life, What pangs, what anguish had thy bosom prov'd? How hadit thou curs'd the cruel deed, That caus'd the gallant youth to bleed, Pierc'd by thy guilty fword, and flain by him he lov'd? How did the fair Maria blame Thy high-bred fpirit's eager flame, That courting danger flighted her soft love? Far other wreaths for thee she twin'd; Far other cares for thee defign'd; And for the laurel crown, the myrtle chaplet wove. If not for her's, for Britain's fake, Nor taint thy honour with fo foul a deed. One day thy country may require Thy gallant arm and martial fire: Then may'st thou bravely conquer, or as bravely bleed. ODE TH In yonder western cloud the fun Now fets, in other worlds to rise, And glad with light the nether skies. With ling'ring pace the parting day retires, And slowly leaves the mountain tops, and gilded spires. Yon azure cloud, enrob'd with white, No more the ivy-crowned oak Refounds beneath the wood-man's ftroke. Now Silence holds her folemn fway; Mute is each bush, and every spray: Nought but the found of murm'ring rills is heard, Or from the mould'ring tow'r, NIGHT's folitary bird." Hail Hail facred hour of peaceful reft! Short refpite from his galling pains; But for a while forgets his chains, and fultry toil. No horrors haft thou in thy train, No fcorpion lash, no clanking chain. When the pale murd'rer round him fpies A thousand grifly forms arise, When shrieks and groans aroufe his palfy'd fear, 'Tis guilt alarms his foul, and confcience wounds his ear. The village fwain whom Phillis charms, To tell the fair his love-fick tale: Nor less impatient of the tedious day, Oft by the covert of thy shade LEANDER WOo'd the THRACIAN maid; The The conscious virgin from the fea-girt tow'r Hung out the faithful torch to guide him to her bow'r. Oft at thy filent hour the fage There pleas'd to range the realms of endless night, Numbers the stars, or marks the comet's devious light. Thine is the hour of converfe fweet, Such is the feaft thy focial hours afford, GRANVILLE, whofe polifh'd mind is fraught When he affumes the critic's chair, Or from the STAGYRITE or PLATO draws The arts of civil life, the fpirit of the laws. O let |