Whom heav'n, and her tranfcendent thoughts, have plac'd
Above those ills, which wretched mortals taste.
Bright as the deathlefs Gods, and happy, she
From all that may infringe delight is free:
LOVE at her royal feet his quiver lays,
And not his mother with more haste obeys.
Such real pleasures, fuch true joys fufpenfe,
What dream can I present to recompenfe?
Shou'd I with lightning fill her awful hand,
And make the clouds feem all at her command:
Or place her in OLYMPUS' top, a guest
Among th' Immortals, who with Nectar feaft:
That pow'r wou'd feem, that entertainment, fhort
Of the true fplendor of her prefent Court;
Where all the joys, and all the glories, are
Of three great kingdoms fever'd from the care.
I, that of fumes and humid vapors made,
Afcending do the feat of fenfe invade,
No cloud in fo ferene a mansion find,
To over-caft her ever-fhining mind:
Which holds resemblance with thofe fpotlefs skies,
Where flowing NILUS want of rain supplies;
That chrystal heav'n, where P HOEBUS never shrouds
His golden beams, nor wraps his Face in clouds.
But what fo hard which Numbers cannot force?
So ftoops the moon, and rivers change their course:
The bold * MÆONIAN made me dare to steep
Jove's dreadful temples in the dew of fleep.
And fince the Muses do invoke my pow'r,
I fhall no more decline that facred bow'r,
Where GLORIANA their great mistress lies:
But gently taming those victorious eyes,
* Homer.
Charm all her senses; 'till the joyful Sun
Without a rival half his course has run:
Who, while my hand that fairer light confines,
May boaft himself the brightest thing that fhines.
OU Gods that have the pow'r
To trouble, and compofe
All that's beneath your Bow'r,
Calm filence on the feas, on earth impose.
Fair VENUS, in thy foft arms
The God of Rage confine;
For thy whispers are the Charms
Which only can divert his fierce defign.
What tho' he frown, and to tumult do incline?
Thou the flame
Kindled in his Breast can'st tame,
With that fnow which unmelted lies on thine.
Great Goddess, give this thy facred island reft,
Make heav'n fmile,
That no Storm difturb us, while
Thy chief care, our HALYCON, builds her nest.
Great GLORIANA! fair GLORIANA! Bright as high heav'n is, and fertile as earth;
Whose beauty relieves us,
Whose royal bed gives us
Both glory and peace:
Our prefent joy, and all our hopes increase.
To the QUEEN-MOTHER of FRANCE, upon her Landing.
ReatQUEEN of EUROPE! where thy off-spring wears
All the chief crowns; where Princes are thy heirs :
As welcome thou to fea-girt BRITAIN'S fhore,
As erft LATONA (who fair CYNTHIA bore)
TO DELOS was: here fhines a Nymph as bright,
By thee disclos'd, with like increase of light.
Why was her joy in BELGIA Confin'd?
Or why did you so much regard the wind?
Scarce cou'd the ocean (tho' inrag'd) have toft
Thy fov'reign bark, but where th'obfequious coast
Pays tribute to thy bed: ROME's conqu❜ring hand
More vanquish'd nations under her command
Never reduc'd: glad BE RECYNTHIA fo
Among her deathless progeny did go:
A wreath of tow'rs adorn'd her rev'rend head,
Mother of all that on AMBROSIA fed.
Thy godlike race muft sway the age to come;
As the OLYMPUS peopled with her womb.
Wou'd those commanders of mankind obey
Their honor'd parent; all pretences lay
Down at your royal feet; compose their jars,
And on the growing TURK discharge these wars:
The Christian knights that facred tomb fhou'd wreft
From pagan hands, and triumph o'er the East:
Our ENGLAND'S PRINCE, and GALLIA'S DAUPHIN,might
Like young RINALDO, and TANCREDI, fight:
In fingle combate by their Swords again
The proud ARGANTE S, and fierce SOLDAN, flain;
Again might we their valiant deeds recite,
And with your * TUSCAN Muse exalt the fight.
The Country to my Lady of CARLISLE.
ADAM, of all the facred Mufe-inspir'd,
ORPHE US alone could with the woods comply;
Their rude inhabitants his song admir'd,
And nature's felf, in those that could not lye: Your beauty next our folitude invades,
And warms us fhining through the thickest shades.
Nor ought the tribute, which the wondring Cours
Pays your fair eyes, prevail with you to scorn
The anfwer, and confent, to that report,
Which, echo-like, the country do's return:
Mirrors are taught to flatter, but our springs
Prefent th' impartial images of things.
A+ rural judge difpos'd of beauty's prize;
A fimple fhepherd was prefer'd to Jove:
Down to the mountains from the partial skies,
Came JUNO, PALLAS, and the Queen of love,
To plead for that, which was fo juftly giv'n
To the bright CARLISLE of the Court of heav'n.
CARLISLE! a name which all our woods are taught,
Loud as their AMARYLLIS, to refound :
CARLISLE! a name which on the bark is wrought
Of ev'ry tree, that's worthy of the wound:
From PHOEB Us' rage our shadows, and our streams,
May guard us better than from CARLISLE's beams.
+ Paris.
The Countess of CARLISLE in Mourning.
7HEN from black clouds no part of Sky is clear, But just so much as lets the fun ap appear; Heav'n then would seem thy image, and reflect
Those fable vestments, and that bright aspect.
A spark of virtue by the deepeft fhade
Of fad adverfity is fairer made;
Nor less advantage doth thy beauty get:
A VENUS rifing from a fea of Jet!
Such was th' appearance of new-formed light,
While yet it ftruggled with eternal night.
Then mourn no more, left thou admit increase
Of glory, by thy noble Lord's decease.
Mourn'd for ANCHISES; 'twas enough the came
Το grace the mortal with her deathless bed,
And that his living Eyes fuch beauty fed;
Had she been there, untimely joy, through all
Mens hearts diffus'd, had marr'd the funeral.
Those eyes were made to banish grief: as well
Bright PHOEB Us might affect in fhades to dwell,
As they to put on forrow: nothing stands,
But pow'r to grieve, exempt from thy commands.
If thou lament, thou must do so alone;
Grief in thy presence can lay hold of none.
Yet Aill perfift the memory to love
great MERCURY, of our mighty JOVE: Who, by the pow'r of his inchanting tongue, Swords from the hands of threatning Monarchs wrung. War he prevented, or foon made it cease; Inftructing Princes in the arts of peace:
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