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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
To private war, and feuds, and civil fray?
Does Spain infult her flag no more?

Does Lewis yet his thoughts give o'er
Of universal rule, and arbitrary sway ?

'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,
Forbear thy precious life to stake;

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.

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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,
Still fhoots a gleam of fainter light:
At length defcends a browner fhade;
At length the glimm'ring objects fade :
*Till all fubmit to NIGHT's impartial reign,
And undistinguish'd darkness covers all the plain.

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!
Of pow'r to charm the troubled breast!
By thee the captive slave obtains

Short refpite from his galling pains;
Nor fighs for liberty, nor native foil;

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,
Whose breast the tender paffion warms,
Wishes for thy all-fhadowing veil,

To tell the fair his love-fick tale:

Nor less impatient of the tedious day,
She longs to hear his tale, and figh her foul away.

Oft by the covert of thy shade

LEANDER WOo'd the THRACIAN maid;
Through foaming feas his paffion bore,
Nor fear'd the ocean's thund'ring roar.

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
Pores on the fair inftructive page;
Or rapt in musings deep, his foul
Mounts active to the starry pole:

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,
When fprightly wit and reason meet :
Wit, the fair bloffom of the mind,
But fairer ftill with reafon join'd.

Such is the feaft thy focial hours afford,
When eloquence and GRANVILLE join the friendly board.

GRANVILLE, whofe polifh'd mind is fraught
With all that ROME OF GREECE e'er taught;
Who pleases and instructs the ear,

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

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