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March them again in fair array,
And bid them form the happy day,
The happy day defign'd to wait
On William's fame, and Europe's fate.

Let the happy day be crown'd
With great event, and fair success;

No brighter in the year be found,
But that which brings the victor home in peace.

Again thy godhead we implore,

Great in wisdom as in power;
Again, for good Maria's sake, and ours,

Choose out other smiling hours ;
Such as with joyous wings have fled,

When happy counsels were advising i
Such as have lucky omens fhed
O'er forming laws, and empires rising;


ran, Hand in hand a goodly train, To bless the great Eliza's reign ;

And in the typic glory show,
What fuller bliss Maria shall bestow,

As the folemn hours advance,

Mingled send into the dance
Many fraught with all the treasures,

Which thy eastern travel views;
Many wing'd with all the pleasures,

Man can alk, or Heaven diffuse :

Such as many

Thar That great

Maria all those joys may know,
Which, from her cares, upon her subjects flow..

For thy own glory sing our sovereign's praise,

God of verses and of days :
Let all thy tuneful fons adorn

Their lasting work with William's name; Let chosen Muses


Take great Maria for their future theme :

Eternal structures let them raise,
On William's and Maria's praise :
Nor want new subject for the song,

Nor fear they can exhaust the store,
Till nature's mufick lies unstrung ;
Till thou, great god, shalt lose thy double power,
And touch thy lyre, and shoot thy beams no more.


In Imitation of a Greek. Idyllium.
CELIA and I the other day.

Walk'd o’er the sand-hills to the sea :
The setting fun adorn'd the coast,
His beams intire, his fierceness loft:
And, on the surface of the deep,
The winds lay only not asleep :
The nymph did like the scene appear,
Serenely pleasant, calmly fair :
Soft fell her words, as flew the air,

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With secret joy I heard her say,
That she would never miss one day
A walk so fine, a sight so gay.

But, oh the change the winds grow high;
Iinpending tempests charge the sky;
The lightning flies, the thunder roars ; :
And big waves lash the frighten'd shores.
Struck with the horror of the fight,
She turns her head, and wings her flight:
And treinbling vows, she'll ne'er again
Approach the shore, or view the main.

Once more at least look back, said I,. Thyself in that large glass descry: When thou art in good-humour drest; When gentle reason rules thy breast; The sun

upon the calmest sea Appears not half so bright as thee : 'Tis then that with delight I rove Upon the boundless depth of love : I bless my

I hand my oar ;
Nor think on all I left on shore.

But when vain doubt and groundless fear
Do that dear foolish bosom tear;
When the big lip and watery eye
Tell me, the rising storm is nigh ;
'Tis then, thou art yon' angry main,
Deform’d by winds, and dafh'd by rain ;
And the poor sailor, that must try
Its fury, labours less than I...

chain ;

Shipwreck’d, in vain to land I make,
While Love and Fate still drive me back :
Forc'd to doat on thee thy own way,
I chide thee first, and then obey.
Wretched when from thee, vex'd when nigh,
I with thee, or without thee, die.





By Mrs. ELIZABETH SINGER, afterwards Rowe.

WHILE from the kies the ruddy Yun descends, ,

And rifing night the evening shade extends ;
While pearly dews o’erspread the fruitful field,
And closing filowers reviving odours yield :
Let us, beneath these spreading trees, recite
What from our hearts our Muses


indite. Nor need we, in this close retirement, fear, Lest any swain our amorous secrets hear.

SYLVIA. To every shepherd I would mine proclaim; Since fair Aminta is my foftest theme: A stranger to the loose delights of love, My thoughts the nobler warmth of friendship prove : And, while its pure and sacred fire I fing, Chafte goddess of the groves, thy succour bring:


Propitious god of love, my breast inspire
With all thy charms, with all thy pleasing fire ;
Propitious god of love, thy succour bring,
Whilft I thy darling, thy Alexis fing;
Alexis, as the opening blossoms fair,
Lovely as light, and soft as yielding air.
For him each virgin fighs; and on the plains
The happy youth above each rival reigns.
Nor to the echoing groves, and whispering spring,
In sweeter strains does artful Conon fing;
When loud applauses fill the crouded groves,
And Phoebus the superior song approves.

Beauteous Aminta is as early light,
Breaking the melancholy shades of night.
When she is near, all anxious trouble flies,
And our reviving hearts confess her eyes.
Young love, and blooming joy, and gay desires,
In every breast the beauteous nymph inspires ;
And on the plain when she no more appears,
The plain a dark and gloomy prospect wears.
In vain the streams roll on : the eastern breeze
Dances in vain among the trembling trees :
In vain the birds begin their evening song,
And to the filent night their notes prolong :
Nor groves, nor crystal streams, nor verdant field,
Does wonted pleasure in her absence yield.
Vol. I.



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