V.

The warlike dead of every age,
Who fill the fair recording page,

Shall leave their fainted reft:
And, half-reclining on his fpear,
Each wond'ring Chief by turns appear,
To hail the blooming guest.

VI.

Old EDWARD's fons, unknown to yield,
Shall crowd from CRESSY's laurell'd field,
And gaze with fix'd delight;

Again for Britain's wrongs they feel,
Again they fnatch the gleamy steel,

And wish th' avenging fight.

VII.

If, weak to footh fo foft an heart,
These pictur'd glories nought impart
To dry thy constant tear;
If yet in forrow's diftant eye,

Expos'd and pale thou feest him lie,

Wild war infulting near.

VIII.

Where-e'er from time thou court'ft relief,

The Muse shall still with focial grief

Her gentle promise keep:

Ev'n humble HARTING's Cottage vale

Shall learn the fad-repeated tale,

And bid her fhepherds weep.

ODE,

H

OW fleep the brave, who fink to rest;

By all their country's wishes bleft!
When Spring with dewy fingers cold,
Returns to deck their hallow'd mold,
She there fhall dress a sweeter fod,
Than FANCY's feet have ever trod.

By fairy hands their knell is rung,
By forms unfeen their dirge is fung;
There HONOUR comes, a PILGRIM grey,
To blefs the turf that wraps their clay,
And FREEDOM fhall awhile repair,
To dwell a weeping HERMIT there!

XXX

ODE to

EVENING.

By the Same.

F aught of oaten ftop, or paftoral fong,

I May hope, chafte EVE, to footh thy modeft ear,

Like thy own folemn springs,

Thy fprings, and dying gales,

O NYMPH referv'd, while now the bright-hair'd fun
Sits on yon western tent, whose cloudy skirts
With brede etherial wove,

O'erhang his wavy bed:

Now air is hufh'd, fave where the weak-ey'd bat,
With fhort fhrill fhrieks flits by on leathern wing,
Or where the beetle winds

His fmall but fullen horn,

As oft he rifes 'midst the twilight path,
Against the pilgrim borne in heedlefs hum.
Now teach me, maid compos'd,

To breathe fome foften'd ftrain,

Whofe numbers ftealing through thy dark'ning vale,
May not unfeemly with its stillness fuit,

As mufing flow, I hail

Thy genial lov'd return!

For when thy folding ftar arifing fhews
His paly circlet, at his warning lamp
The fragrant Hours, and Elves
Who flept in flow'rs the day,

DT

And

And many a Nymph who wreaths her brows with fedge, And sheds the fresh'ning dew, and lovelier still,

The PENSIVE PLEASURES (weet

Prepare thy fhadowy car.

Then lead, calm Vot'refs, where fome fheety lake
Cheers the lone heath, or fome time-hallow'd pile,
Or up-land fallows grey

Reflect its laft cool gleam.

But when chill bluft'ring winds, or driving rain,
Forbid my willing feet, be mine the hut,
That from the mountain's fide,

Views wilds, and fwelling floods,

And hamlets brown, and dim-difcover'd fpires,
And hears their fimple bell, and marks o'er all
Thy dewy fingers draw

The gradual dusky veil.

While Spring fhall pour his fhow'rs, as oft he wont,
And bathe thy breathing treffes, meekeft Eve!
While Summer loves to sport

Beneath thy ling'ring light;

While fallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves;
Or Winter yelling through the troublous air
Affrights thy fhrinking train,

And rudely rends thy robes;

So long, fure-found beneath the Sylvan fhed,
Shall FANCY, FRIENDSHIP, SCIENCE, rofe-lip'd HEALTH,
Thy gentleft influence own,

And hymn thy fav'rite name!

By Lord LANSDOWN, when he prefented his Works to the Queen, 1732.

A Mufe expiring, who with earliest voice,

Made kings and queens, and beauty's charms her choice, Now on her death-bed, the last homage pays, O Queen, to thee; accept her dying lays. So at th' approach of death the cygnet tries To warble one note more, and finging dies. Hail mighty Queen, whose powerful smiles alone Command obedience, and fecure the throne. Contending parties, and Plebeian rage, Had puzzled Loyalty for half an age: Conqu❜ring our hearts, you end the long difpute; All who have eyes confefs you abfolute ; To Tory doctrines even Whigs refign, And in your perfon own the right divine. Thus fung the Muse, in her last moments fir'd With CAROLINA's praise, and then expir'd.

a His Lordship died 30th of January 1735