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To Bacchus, author of heart-cheering mirth. The fresh-born year with loud acclaim, and store.
His honest friends, at thirsty hour of dusk,

Of jovial draughts, now, when the sappy boughs
Come uninvited; he with bountcous hand

Attire themselves with blooms, sweet rudiments Imparts his smoking vintage, sweet reward

Of future harvest. When the Gnossian crown
Of bis own industry; the well-fraught bowl Leads on expected autumn, and the trees
Circles incessant, whilst the humble cell

Discharge their mellow burthens, let them thank
With quavering laugh and rural jests resounds. Boon Nature, that thus annually supplies
Ease, and content, and undissembled love,

Their vaults, and with her former liquid gifts
Shine in each face; the thoughts of labour past Exhilarates their languid minds, within
Increase their joy: As, from retentive cage The golden unean confin’d: beyond there's nought
When sullen Philomel escapes, her notes

Of health, or pleasure. Therefore, when thy heart
She varies, and of past imprisonnent

Dilates with fervent joys, and eager soul
Sweetly complains; her liberty retriev'd

Prompts to pursue the sparkling glass, be sure
Cheers her sad soul, improves her pleasing song. 'Tis time to shun it; if thou wilt prolong
Gladsome they quaff, yet not exceed the bounds Dire compotation, forthwith Keason quits
Of healthy temperance, nor encroach on night, Her empire to confusion, and misrule,
Season of rest, but well bedew'd repair

And vain debates; then twenty tongues at once
Each to his home, with unsupplanted feet. Conspire in senseless jargon, nought is heard
Ere Heaven 's emblazon'd by the rosy dawn, But din, and various clainour, and mad rant:
Domestic cares awake them; brisk they rise, Distrust, and jealousy to these succeed,
Refresh'd, and lively with the joys that tow And anger-kindling taunt, the certain bane
From amicable talk, and moderate cups

Of well-knit fellowship. Now horrid frays
Sweetly interchang'd. The pining lover finds Commence, the brimming glasses now are hurl'd
Present redress, and long oblivion drinks

With dire intent; bottles with bottles clash
Of coy Lucinda. Give the debtor wine;

In rude encounter, round their temples fiy
His joys are short, and few; yet when he drinks, The sharp-edgd fragments, down their batter'd
His dread retires, the flowing glasses add

cheeks
Courage and mirth: magnificent in thought, Mix'd gore and cider flow. What shall we say
Imaginary riches be enjoys,

Of rash Elpenor, who in evil hour And in the jail expatiates unconfin’d.

Dry'd an immeasurable bowl, and thought Nor can the poet Bacchus' praise indite,

T exhale his surfeit by irriguous sleep, Debarr'd his grape: the Muses still require Imprudent? him Death's iron-sleep opprest, Humid regalement, nor will aught avail

Descending careless from his couch; the fall Imploring Phobus, with unmoisten'd lips.

Lust bis neck-joint, and spinal marrow bruis’d.
Thus to the generous bottle all incline,

Nor need! we tell what anxious cares attend
By parching thirst allur'd: with vehement suns The turbulent mirth of wine ; nor all the kinds
When dusty Summer bakes the crumbling clods, Of maladies, that lead to Death's grim cave,
How pleasant is 't, beneath the twisted arch Wrought by intemperance, joint-racking gout,
Of a retreating bower, in mid-day's reign

Intestine stone, and pining atrophy,
To ply the sweet carouse, remote from noise, Chill even when the Sun with July heats
Secur'd of feverish heats! When th' aged year Fries the scorch'd soil, and dropsy all a-float,
Inclines, and Boreas' spirit blusters frore,

Yet craving liquids: nor the Centaurs tale
Beware th' inclemert Heavens; now let thy hearth Be here repeated; how, with lust and wine
Crackle with juiceless boughs; thy lingering blood Infiam'd, they fought, and split their drunken souls
Now instigate with th' apple's powerful streams. At feasting hour. Ye heavenly Powers, that guard
Perpetual showers, and stormy gusts confine The British isles, such dire events remove.
The willing ploughman, and December warns Far from fair Albion, nor let civil broils
To annual jollities; now sportive youth

Ferment from social cups: may we, remote
Carol incondite rhymes, with suiting notes, From the hoarse, brazen sound of war, enjoy
And quaver unharmonious; sturdy swains Our humid products, and with seemly draughts
In clean array for rustic dance prepare,

Enkindle mirth, and hospitable love.
Mixt with the buxom damsels; hand in hand Too oft, alas! has mutual hatred drench'd
They frisk and bound, and various mazes weave, Our swords in native blood; too oft has pride,
Shaking their brawny limbs, with uncouth mien, And hellish discord, and insatiate thirst
Transported, and sometimes an oblique leer Of others rights, our quiet discompos'd.
Dart on their loves, sometimes an hasty kiss Have we forgot, how fell Destruction rag'd
Steal from unwary lasses; they with scorn, Wide-spreading, when by Eris' torch incens d
And neck reclin'd, resent the ravish'd bliss.

Our fathers warrd? what heroes, signaliz'd
Meanwhile blind British bards with volant touch For lo;alty and prowess, met their fate
Traverse loquacious strings, whose solemn notes Untimely, undeservd! how Bertie fell,
Provoke to harmless revels; these among,

Coinpton, and Granville, dauntless sons of Mars,
A subtle artist stands, with wondrous bag

Fit themes of endless grief, but that we view
That bears imprison'd winds (of gentler sort Their virtues yet surviving in their race!
Than those, which erst Laertes' son enclos'd.) Can we forget, how the mad, headstrong rout
Peaceful they sleep; but let the tuneful squeeze Defy'd their prince to arms, nor made account
Of labouring elbow rouze them, out they fly Of faith or duty, or allegiance sworn ?
Melodious, and with sprightly accents charm. Apostate, atheist rebels ! bent to ill,
'Midst these desports, forget they not to drench With seeming sanctity, and cover'd fraud,
Themselves with bellying goblets; nor, when Spring Instill'd by him, who first presum'd t' oppose
Returns, can they refuse to usher in

Onunipotence; alike their crime, th' event

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Was not alike; these triumph’d, and in height Oft call'd on Alla, gnashing with despite,
Of barbarous malice, and insulting pride, And shame, and murmur'd many an empty curse.
Abstain’d not from imperial blood. O fact

Behold third Edward's streamers blazing high
Unparallel'd! O Charles, O best of kings ! On Gallia's hostile ground ! his right withheld,
What stars their black disastrous influence shed Awakens vengeance. O imprudent Gauls,
On thv nativity, that thou should'st fall

Relying on false hopes, thus to incense Thus, by inglorious hands, in this thy realm, The warlike English! One important day Supreme and innocent, adjudg'd to death

Shall teach you meaner thoughts. Eager of fight, By those thy mercy only would have sav'd ! Fierce Brutus' offspring to the adverse front Yet was the Cider-land unstain'd with guilt; Advance resistless, and their deep array The Cider-land obsequious still to thrones, With furious inroad pierce: the mighty force Abhorr'd such base disloyal deeds, and all

Of Edward twice o'erturn'd their desperate king; Her pruning-hooks extended into swords,

Twice he arose, and join'd the horrid shock: Undaunted, to assert the trampled rights

The third time, with bis wide-extended wings, Of monarchy; but, ah! successless she,

He fugitive declin'd superior strength, However faithful! then was no regard

Discomfited; pursued, in the sad chase Of right, or wrong. And this once happy land, Ten thousand ignominious fall; with blood By homebred fury rent, long groan'd beneath The rallies float. Great Edward thus aveng'd, Tyrannic sway, till fair revolving years

With golden Tris his broad shield emboss'd. Our exil'd kings and liberty restor’d.

Thrice glorious prince! whom Fame with all her Now we exult, by mighty Anna's care

tongues
Secure at home, while she to foreign realms For ever shall resound. Yet from his loins
Sends forth her dreadful legions, and restrains New authors of dissention spring ; from him
The rage of kings: here, nobly she supports Two branches, that in hosting long contend
Justice oppress'd; here, her victorious arms For sov'reign sway; and can such anger dwell
Quell the ambitious: from her hand alone

In noblest minds but little now availid
All Europe fears revenge, or hopes redress. The ties of friendship; every man, as led
Rejoice, 0 Albion! sever'd from the world By inclination, or vain hope, repair'd
By Nature's wise indulgence, indigent

To either camp, and breath'd immortal hate,
Of nothing from without; in one supreme And dire revenge. Now horrid Slaughter reigns:
Entirely blest; and from beginning time

Sons against fathers tilt the fatal lance, Design'd thus happy; but the fond desire

Careless of duty, and their native grounds Of rule and grandeur multiply'd a race

Dietain with kindred blood; the twanging bows Of kings, and numerous sceptres introduc'd, Send showers of shafts, that on their barbed points Destructive of the public weal. For now

Alternate ruin bear. Here might you see Each potentate, as wary fear, or strength,

Barons, and peasants on th' embattled field Or emulation urg'd, his neighbour's bounds Slain, or half-dead, in one huge, ghastly heap Jovades, and ampler territory seeks

Promiscuously amass'd. With dismal groans, With ruinouis assault; on every plain

And ejulation, in the pangs of death Host cop'd with host, dire was the din of war, Some call for aid, neglected; some o'erturn'd And ceaseless, or short truce haply procur'd In the fierce shock, lie gasping, and expire, By havoc, and dismay, till jealousy

Trampled by fiery coursers: Horrour thus, Rais'd new combustion. Thus was peace in vain And wild Uproar, and Desolation, reign'd Sought for by martial deeds, and conflict stern: Unrespited. Ah! who at length will end Till Edgar grateful (as to those who pine

This long, pernicious fray? what man has Fate A dismal half-year night, the orient beam

Reserv'd for this great work ?-Hail, happy prince Of Phæbas' lamp) arose, and into one

Of Tudor's race, whom in the womb of Time Cemented all the long-contending powers,

Cadwallador foresaw! thou, thou art he, Pacific monarch; then her lovely head

Great Richmond Henry, that by nuptial rites Concord rear'd high, and all around diffus'd Must close the gates of Janus, and remove The spirit of lore. At ease, the bards new strung Destructive Discord. Now no more the drum Their silent harps, and taught the woods and vales, Provokes to arms, or trumpet's clangour shrill In uncouth rhymes, to echo Edgar's name. Affrights the wives, or chills the virgin's blood; Then gladness smil'd in every eye; the years But joy and pleasure open to the view Ran smoothly on, productive of a line

Uninterrupted! with presaging skill Of wise, heroic kings, that by just laws

Thou to thy own unitest Fergus' line Establish'd happiness at home, or crush'd

By wise alliance: from thee James descends, Insulting enemies in furthest climes.

Heaven's chosen favourite, first Britannic king. See lion-hearted Richard, with his force

To him alone hereditary right Drawn from the North, to Jewry's hallow'd plains ! Gave power supreme; yet still some seeds rePiously valiant (like a torrent swelld

main'd With wintry tempests, that disdains all mounds, Of discontent: two nations under one, Breaking a way impetuous, and involves

In laws and interest diverse, still pursued Within its sweep, trees, houses, men) he press'd Peculiar ends, on each side resolute Amidst the thickest "attle, and o'erthrew

To fly conjunction ; neither fear, nor hope, Whate'er withstwod his zealous rage: no pause, Nor the sweet prospect of a mutual gain, No stay of slaughter, found his vigorons arm, Could aught avail, till prudent Anna said, But th' unbelieving squadrons turn'd to flight, Let there be union; strait with reverence due Smote in the rear, and with dishonest wounds To her command, they willingly unite, Mangled behind. The Soldan, as he fled, One in affection, laws and government,

Indissolubly firm; from Dubris south,

The staunch Gerfaulcon through the buxom air To northern Orcades, her long domain.

Stoops on the steerage of his wings, to truss And now, thus leagued by an eternal bond, The quarry, hern, or mallad, newly sprung What shall retard the Britons' bold designs, From creek, whence bright Sabrina bubbling forth Or who sustain their force, in union knit,

Runs fast a Naïs through the flowery meads, Suflicient to withstand the powers combin'd To spread round Uriconium's towers her streams. Of all this globe ? At this important act

Her golden trump the goddess sounded thrice, The Mauritanian and Cathaian kings

Whose shrilling clang reach'd Heaven's extremest Already tremble, and th’ unbaptiz'd Turk

sphere. Dreads war from utmost Thule. Uncontrol'd Rouz'd at the blast, the gods with winged speed The British navy through the ocean vast

To learn the tidings came: on radiant thrones, Shall wave her double cross, t' extremest climes With fair memorials, and impresses quaint Terrific, and return with oclorous spoils

Emblazon'd o'er, they sate, devis'd of old Of Araby well fraught, or Indus' wealth,

By Mulciber, nor small his skill I ween. Pearl, and barbaric gold: meanwhile the swains There she relates what Churchill's arm had wrought, Shall unmolested reap what Plenty strows On Blenheim's bloody plain. Up Bacchus rose, From well-stor'd horn, rich grain, and timely fruits. By his plump cheek and barrel belly known; The elder year, Pomona, pleas'd, shall deck The pliant tendrils of a juicy vine With ruby-tinctur'd births, whose liquid store Around his rosy brow in ringlets curl'd, Abundant, flowing in well-blended streams, And in his hand a bunch of grapes he held, The native shall applaud; while glad they talk The ensigns of the god! With ardent tone Of baleful ills, caus'd by Bellona's wrath

He mov'd, that straight the nectar'd bowl should In other realms; where'er the British spread

flow, Triumphant banners, or their fame has reach'd Devote to Churchill's health, and o'er all Heaven Diffusive, to the utmost bounds of this

Uncommon orgies should be kept till eve, Wide universe, Silurian cider borne

Till all were sated with immortal Moust,
Shall please all tastes, and triumph o'er the vine. Delicious tipple! that, in heavenly veins

Assimilated, vigorous ichor bred,
Superior to Frontinac, or Bourdeaux,

Or old Falern, Campania's best increase;
CEREALIA', 1706.

Or the more dulcet juice the happy isles
From Palma or Forteventura send.

Joy fush'd on every face, and pleasing glee Per ambages, Deorumque ministeria

Inward assent discover'd, till uprose
Præcipitandus est liber spiritus.

Ceres, not blithe, for marks of latent woe
Petronius.

Dim on her visage lour'd: such her deport

When Arethusa from her reedy bed Of English tipple, and the potent grain,

Told her how Dis young Proserpine had rapid, Which in the conclave of Celestial Powers

To sway his iron sceptre, and command Bred fell debate, sing, nymph of heavenly stem, In gloom tartareous half his wide domain. Who on the hoary top of Pen-main-maur

Then, sighing, thus she said.“ Have I so long Merlin the seer didst visit, whilst he sate

Employ'd my various art, t' enrich the lap
With astrolabe prophetic, to foresee

Of Earth, all-bearing mother; and my lore
Young actions issuing from the Fates' divan. Communicated to the unweeting bind,
Full of thy power infus'd by nappy ale,

And shall not this pre-eminence obtain ?"
Darkling he watch'd the planetary'orbs,

Then froin beneath her Tyrian vest she took In their obscure sojourn o'er Heaven's high cope; The bearded ears of grain she most admir'd, Nor ceas'd till the grey daun with orient dew Which gods call Chrithe, in terrestrial specch Impearld his large mustachoes, deep ensconc'd Ycleped Barley. “ 'Tis to this,” she cry'd, Beneath his overshadowing orb of hat,

“ The British cohorts owe their martial fame And ample fence of elephantin nose,

And far-redoubted prowess, matchless youth!
Scornful of keenest polar winds, or sleet,

This, when returning from the foughten field,
Or hail, sent rattling down from wintry Jove. Or Noric, or Iberian, seam'd with scars,
(Vain efforts on his seven-fold mantle, made (Sad signatures of many a dreadful gash!)
Of Caledonian rug, immortal woof!)

The veteran, carousing, soon restores
Such energy of soul to raise the song,

Puissance to his arm, and strings his nerves ! Deign, goddess, now to me; nor then withdraw And, as a snake, when first the rosy hours Thy sure presiding power, but guide my wing, Shed vernal sweets o'er every vale and mead, Which nobly meditates no vulgar flight.

Rolls tardy from his cell obscure and dank; Now from th' ensanguin'd Ister's reeking flood But, when by genial rays of summer sun Tardy with many a corse of Bojan knight,

Purg'd of bis slough, he nimbly thrids the brake, And Gallic deep ingulft, with barbed steeds Whetting his sting, his crested head he rears Promiscuous, Fame to high Olympus flew,

Terrific, from each eye retort be shoots Shearing th' expanse of Heaven with active plume; Ensanguin'd rays, the distant swains admire Nor swifter from Plinlimmon's steepy top

His various neck, and spires bedropt with gold: * This poem is taken from a folio copy, 1706, published hy T. Bennet, the bookseller for whom communicated from the Lambeth Library by Dr. Blenheim was printed : another strong presumptive Pucarel, in which the name of Philips was inserted proof of this being by the same author. N. in the hand-writing of archbishop Teuison. It was

So at each glass the harass'd warrior feels

And fire with knightly prowess recreant souls: Vigour renate; his borrent arms he takes,

It science can encourage, and excite And rusting falchion, on whose ample hilt

The mind to ditties blithe, and charming song. Long Victory sate dormant: soon she shakes Thou, Pallas, to my speech just witness bear: Her drowsy wings, and follows to the war,

How oft hast thou thy votaries beheld
With speed succinct; where soon his martial port At Crambo merry met, and hymning shrill
She recognizes, whilst he haughty stands

With voice harmonic each, whilst others frisk On the rough edge of battle, and bestows

In mazy dance, or Cestrian gambols show, Wide torment on the serried files, so us'd,

Elate with mighty joy, when to the brim Frequent in bold emprize, to work sad rout, Chritheian nectar crown'd the lordly bowl. And havoc dire; these the bold Briton mows, (Equal to Nestor's ponderous cup, which ask'd Dauntless as deities exempt from fate,

A bero's arm to mount it on the board,
Ardent to deck his brow with murald gold, Ere he th' embattail'd Pylians led, to quell
Or civic wreath of oak, the victor's ieed.

The pride of Dardan youth in hosting dire.)
Such is the power of Ale with vines embower'd, Or if, with front unbless'd, caine towering in
While dangling bunches court his thirsting lip; Proctor arınipotent, in stern deport
Sullen he sits, and sighing oft extols

Resembling turban'd Turk, when high he wields The beverage they quaff, whose happy soil

His scimetar with huge two-handed sway. Prolific Dovus laves, or Trenta's urn

Alarin'd with threatening accent, harsher far Adorns with waving Chrithe (joyous scenes

Than that ill-omen'd sound the bird of night, Of vegetable gold !) secure they dwell,

With beak uncomely bent, from dodderd oak Nor feel th' eternal snows that clothe their cliffs : Screams out, the sick man's trump of doleful doom: Nor curse th' inclement Air, whose horrid face Thy jocund sons confront the horrid van, Scowls like that Arctic heaven, that drizzling sheds That crowds bis gonfalon of seven foot size: Perpetual winter on the frozen skirts

And with their rubied faces stand the toe; Of Scandinavia and the Baltic main,

Whilst they of sober guise contrive retreat, Where the young tempests first are taught to roar. And run with ears erect; as the tall stag Snug in their straw-built huts, or darkling earth'd Unharbour'd by the woodman quits his layre, In cavern'd rock they live: (small need of art And fies the yerning pack which close pursue, To form sprıice architrave, or cornice quaiut, So they not bowsy dread th' approaching foe : On Parian marble, with Corinthian grace

They run, they fly, till flying on obscure, Prepard) there on well-fuel'd hearth they chat, Night-founder'd in town-ditches stagnant gurge Whilst black pots walk the round with laughing Ale Soph rowls on Soph promiscuous.-Caps aloof Surcharg'd; or brew'd in planetary hour,

Quadrate and circular confus'dly fly,
When March weigh'd night and day in equal scale: The sport of fierce Norwegian tempests, tost
Or in October tunn'd, and mellow grown

By Thrascia's coadjutant, and the roar
With seven revolving suns, the racy juice,

of loud Euroclydon's tumultuous gusts." Strong with delicious flavour, strikes the sense. She said: the sire of gods and men supreme, Nor wants on vast circumference of board, With aspect bland, attentive audience gave, Of Arthur's imitative, large surloin

Then nodded awful: from his shaken locks Of ox, or virgin-heifer, wont to browse

Ambrosial fragrance flew : the signal given The meads of Longovicum (fattening soil

By Ganymede the skinker soon was kend; Replete with clover-grass, and foodful shrub.) With Ale he Heaven's capacious goblet crown'd, Planted with sprigs of rosemary it stands,

To Phrygian mood Apollo tun'd his lyre, Meet paragon (as far as great with small

The Muses sang alternate, all carous'd, May correspond) for some Panchæan hill,

But Bacchus murmuring left th'assembled pores Embrown'd with sultry skies, thin-set with palm, And olive rarely interspers’d, whose shade Screens hospitably from the Tropic Crab The quiver'd Arabs' vagrant clan, that walts Insidious some rich caravan, which fares

BACH ANALIAN SONG!. To Mecca, with Barbaric gold full fraught.

“ Thus Britain's hardy sons; of rustic mould, Come, fill me a glass, fill it high, Patient of arms, still quash th' aspiring Caul,

A bumper, a bumper I'll have: Blest by my boon: which when they slightly prize, He 's a fool that will finch; I'll not bate an inch, Should they, with high defence of triple brass

Though I drink myself into my grave. Wide-circling, live immurd, (as erst was tried By Bacon's charms, on which the sickening Moon Here's a health to all those jolly souls, Look'd wan, and cheerless mew'd her crescent horns, Who like me will never give o'er, Whilst Demogorgon heard his stern behest) Whom no danger controls, but will take off their Thrice the prevailing power of Gallia's arins

bowls, Should there resistless ravage, as of old

And merrily stickle for more. Great Pharamond, the founder of her fame, Was wont, when first his marshall'd peerage pass'd The subject Rhene. What though Britannia boasts · From many circumstances, I have little doubt Herself a world, with ocean circumfus'd ?

but this convivial song was by the author of The "Tis Ale that warms her sons t' assert her claim, Splendid Shilling. There was, however, an earlier And with full volley makes her naval tubes poet, of both the names of this author; who was Thunder disastrous doom to opponent powers ! nephew to Milton, and wrote some memoirs of his “Nor potent only to enkindle Mars,

uncle, and several burlesque poems. N.

Drown Reason and all such weak foes,

Fill them all, I'll have six in a hand, I scorn to obey her command;

For I've trifled an age away; Could she ever suppose I'd be led by the nose, 'Tis in vain to command, the fleeting sand And let my glass idly stand ?

Rolls on, and cannot stay. Reputation 's a bugbear to fools,

Come, my lads, move the glass, drink about, A foe to the joys of dear drinking,

We'll drink the universe dry; Made use of by tools, who 'd set us new rules, We'll set foot to foot, and drink it all out, And bring us to politic thinking.

If unce we grow sober, we die.

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