V.

But let not man's imperfect views,
Prefume to tax wife Nature's laws :
'Tis his with filent joy to use

The indulgence of the fovereign cause ;
Secure that from the whole of things
Beauty and good confummate springs,
Beyond what he can reach to know,
And that the Providence of heaven
Has fome peculiar bleffing given
To each allotted ftate below.

VI.

Ev'n now how fweet the wintery night
Spent with the old illuftrious dead:
While, by the taper's trembling light,
I feem the awful courfe to tread;
Where chiefs and legiflators lie,
Whofe triumphs move before my eye,
With every laurel fresh display'd:
While, charm'd, I rove in claffic song,
Or bend to Freedom's fearless tongue,
Or walk the academic shade.

CON

ODES ON SEVERAL SUBJECTS

BOOK THE FIRST.

ODE I. Preface,

Page 189

II. On the Winter Solstice,

191

III. To a Friend, unsuccessful in Love,

195

XII. To Sir Francis Henry Drake, Baronet,

XIII. On Lyric Poetry,

XIV. To the Honourable Charles Townshend,

from the Country,

220

223

226

XV. To the Evening Star,

BOOK

THE

SECON D.

ODE I. The Remonftrance of Shakespeare, fup-

posed to have been spoken at the

VI. To William Hall, Efquire, with the

Works of Chaulieu,

265

VII. To the Right Reverend Benjamin

Lord Bishop of Winchester,

267

VIII.

271

IX. At Study,

272

X. To Thomas Edwards, Efquire, on the

- late Edition of Mr. Pope's Works,

XI. To the Country Gentlemen of England,

XII. On recovering from a Fit of Sickness, in

274

277

the Country,

284

XIII. To the Author of Memoirs of the House