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The Surprize

A Dialogue fung on the Stage, between an elderly
Shepherd and a very young Nymph

On one who died discovering her Kindness
On Lucinda's Death

To a Lady retiring into a Monastery

The Vifion. Written during a Sea-Voyage, when fent

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to command the Forces for the Relief of Tangier 51 Helen to Paris. From Ovid

Part of the Story of Orpheus. Being a Tranflation

out of the Fourth Book of Virgil's Georgic

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On the Loss of an only Son, Robert Marquis of

Normanby

On Mr. Pope, and his Poems

Stanzas

The Election of Poet Laureat in 1719

On the Times

On the Duke of York, banished to Bruffels

On the Deity

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Prologue to the Alteration of Julius Cæfar

Choruies in Julius Cæfar

Prologue to Marcus Brutus

Chorufes in Marcus Brutus

END OF BUCKINGHAM'S POEMS.

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Nor can the fair conceal as high concern

To fee the prince, for whom, unfeen, they burn.
Brave York, attending to the general voice,
At length refolves to make the wifh'd-for choice;
To noble Peterborough, wife and just,

Of his great heart he gives the facred trust :
“Thy eyes, faid he, fhall well direct that heart,
"Where thou, my best belov'd, hast such a part;
"In council oft', and oft' in battle try'd,
"Betwixt thy master, and the world decide."
The chofen Mercury prepares t' obey

This high command. Gently, ye winds, convey,
And with aufpicious gales his fafety wait,
On whom depend Great Britain's hopes and fate.
So Jafon, with his Argonauts, from Greece
To Calchos fail'd, to fetch the golden fleece.
As when the goddeffes came down of old
On Ida's hill, fo many ages told,

With gifts their young Dardanian judge they try'd,
And each bad high to win him to her fide;

So tempt they him, and emulously vie

To bribe a voice that empires would not buy:
With balls and banquets his pleas'd fenfe they bait,
And queens and kings upon his pleasures wait.
Th' impartial judge furveys, with vaft delight,
All that the fun furrounds of fair and bright:
Then, ftrictly juft, he, with adoring eyes,
To radiant Efte gives the famous prize.
Of antique ftock, her high defcent fhe brings,
Born to renew the race of Britain's kings:

Who could deferve, like her, in whom we fee
United, all that Paris found in three?

O equal fair! when both were fet above
All other merit, but each other's love.

Welcome, bright princess, to Great Britain's fhore, As Berecynthia to high heaven, who bore

That fhining race of goddeffes and gods,

Who rul'd the world, and fill'd the bleft abodes:
From thee, my Muse expects as noble themes,
Another Mars and Jove, another James;
Our future hopes all from thy womb arife,
Our prefent joy and safety from your eyes ;
Thofe charming eyes that fhine, to reconcile,,
To harmony and peace, our stubborn Ifle:
On brazen Memnon, Phœbus casts a ray,
And the tough metal so falutes the day.

The British dame, fam'd for refiftlefs grace,
Contends not now, but for the second place;
Our love fufpended, we neglect the fair
For whom we burn'd, to gaze adoring here:
So fang the Syrens, with enchanting found,
Enticing all to liften and be drown'd,
Till Orpheus ravish'd in a nobler strain,
They ceas'd to fing, or finging charm'd in vain.
This bleft alliance, Peterborough, may

Th' indebted nation bounteously repay ;
Thy ftatues, for the Genius of our land,

With palm adorn'd, on every threshold stand.

Spoken