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CHORUS of all the Inftruments and Voices.

Singing and Dancing.

When the ftorm is blown over,

How bleft is the fwain,

Who begins to difcover

An end of his pain.

When the ftorm, &c.

Written under Mrs. HARE's Name upon a Drinking Glafs.

HE gods of wine, and wit, and love, prepare

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With chearful bowls to celebrate the fair;

Love is enjoin'd to name his favourite toast,
And Hare's the goddess that delights him most ;
Phoebus approves, and bids the trumpets found,
And Bacchus, in a bumper, fends it round.

Written under the Dutchess of BOLTON's Name upon a Drinking-Glafs.

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OVE's keeeneft darts are charming Bolton's care,

Which the bright goddefs poifons with despair;

The God of Wine the dire effect forefees,

And fends the juice that gives the lover cafe.

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ALATIN INSCRIPTION on a MEDAL for LEWIS XIV.

Proximus & fimilis regnas Ludovice tonanti,

Vim fummam, fumma cum pietate geris :
Magnus & expanfis alis, fed maximus armis,
Protegis hinc Anglos, Teutones inde feris.
Quin coeant toto Titania fœdera Rheno,
Illa aquilam tantum, Gallia fulmén habet.

ENGLISHED, and applied to the QUEEN.

NEXT to the Thunderer let ANNA stand,

In piety fupreme, as in command,

Fam'd for victorious arms and generous aid,
Young Auftria's refuge, and fierce Bourbon's dread:
Titanian leagues in vain fhall brave the Rhine,
When to the Eagle You the Thunder join.

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MORNING

HYMN.

To Her Grace the Dutchers of HAMILTON.

AWAKE, bright Hamilton, arife,

Goddess of Love, and of the Day,

Awake, disclose thy charming eyes, And how the fun a brighter ray: 03

Phoebus

Phoebus in vain calls forth the blufhing morn,

He but creates the day, which you adorn.

The lark, that wont with warbling throat
Early to falute the skies,

Or fleeps, or elfe fufpends his note,
Difclaiming day till you arife.
Goddess awake, thy beams difplay,
Reftore the univerfe to light;

When Hamilton appears, then dawns the day,
And when she disappears, begins the night.

Lovers, who watchful vigils keep,
For lovers never, never fleep!

Wait for the rifing of the fair,

To offer fongs and hymns of prayer,
Like Perfians to the fun :

Even life and death and fate are there,
For in the rolls of ancient deftiny

Long fince 'twas noted down,
The dying fhall revive, the living die,
But as you fimile or frown.

Awake, bright Hamilton, arife,
Goddess of Love, and of the day,
Awake, disclose thy charming eyes,

And fhew the fun a brighter ray :
Phoebus in vain calls forth the blufhing morn,
He but creates the day, which you adorn.

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ESSAY

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UNNATURAL FLIGHTS IN POETRY.

AS when fome image of a charming face,

In living paint, an artist tries to trace,

He carefully confults each beauteous line,
Adjufting to his object his defign;

We praise the piece, and give the painter fame,

But as the bright refemblance speaks the dame.

Poets are limners of another kind,

To copy out ideas in the mind;

Words are the paint by which their thoughts are shown,
And Nature is their object to be drawn ;

The written picture we applaud or blame,
But as the juft proportions are the fame.
Who, driven with ungovernable fire,

Or, void of art, beyond thefe bounds afpire,
Gigantic forms and monftrous births alone
Produce, which Nature fhock'd difdains to own.
By true reflection I would see my face,
Why brings the fool a magnifying-glafs?
"But poetry in fiction takes delight,

"And mounting in bold figures out of fight,
"Leaves Truth behind in her audacious flight:
Fables and metaphors, that always lie,
And rafh hyperboles that foars fo high,
"And every ornament of verfe muft die.

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Mistake me not: no figures I exclude,

And but forbid intemperance, not food,
Who would with care fome happy fiction frame,
So mimics truth, it looks the very fame,

Not rais'd to force, or feign'd in Nature's fcorn,
But meant to grace, illuftrate, and adorn :
Important truths ftill let your fables hold,
And moral myfteries with art unfold ;
Ladies and beaux to please, is all the task,
But the fharp critic will inftruction ask.
As veils tranfparent cover, but not hide,
Such metaphors appear, when right apply'd;
When through the phrase we plainly see the sense,
Truth with fuch obvious meanings will dispense.
The reader what in reafon 's due believes,
Nor can we call that falfe which not deceives:
Hyperboles fo daring and fo bold,

Difdaining bounds, are yet by rules control'd;
Above the clouds, but yet within our fight,
They mount with Truth, and make a towering flight,
Prefenting things impoffible to view,

They wander through incredible to true:
Falfehoods thus mix'd like metals are refin'd,
And truth, like filver, leaves the dross behind.
Thus Poetry has ample space to foar,
Nor needs forbidden regions to explore;
Such vaunts as his who can with patience read,
Who thus defcribes his hero when he's dead?
"In heat of action flain, yet fcorns to fall,
"But still maintains the war, and fights at---All."

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