From thence returning with deferv'd applause, Against the Moors his well-flefh'd sword he

draws;

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The fame the courage, and the fame the cause. His youth and age, his life and death, combine,

As in fome great and regular defign,

All of a piece throughout, and all divine. 15 Still nearer heaven his virtues fhone more bright,

Like rifing flames expanding in their height; The martyrs glory crown'd the foldier's fight. More bravely British general never fell,

Nor general's death was e'er reveng'd fo well;
Which his pleas'd eyes beheld before their

clofe,
Follow'd by thousand victims of his foes.
To his lamented lofs for time to come
His pious widow confecrates this tomb.

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UNDER

MR. MILTON'S PICTURE,

BEFORE HIS PARADISE LOST.

THREE Poets in three diftant ages born,
Greece, Italy, and England, did adorn.
The firft, in loftinefs of thought furpafs'd;
The next, in majefty; in both the laft.
The force of nature cou'd no further go;
To make a third, the join'd the former two.

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Ver. 1. Three Poets] If any other proof was wanting of the high respect and veneration which our poet entertained of the fuperior genius of Milton, thefe fix nervous lines will for ever remain as a strong and indifputable teftimony. They are a confirmation of an anecdote communicated by Richardfon, that, the earl of Dorfet, having fent the Paradife Loft to Dryden, when he returned the book, he faid," This man cuts us all out, and the ancients too." I cannot therefore be induced to think that Dryden himfelf would have been pleased with the preference Johnfon endeavours to give him to Milton, especially after faying (in exprefs contradiction to Addison) that Milton wrote no language, but formed a Babylonish dialect, harsh and barbarous. He adds, that with refpect to English poetry, Dryden

Lateritiam invenit, marmoream reliquit.

Milton most affuredly did not build his lofty rhime with coarse and perishable brick, but with the most coftly and durable porphyry; nor would Dryden have thanked Johnson for saying in

another place, that "From his contemporaries he was in no danger; that he flood in the highest place; and that there was no name above his own."

The genius of Milton is univerfally allowed; but I am of opinion that his tafte and judgment were equally excellent: witnefs the majesty with which he has drawn the figure of Satan, fo different from what his favorite Dante had done, who was fo likely to dazzle and mislead him, and who has fo strangely mixed the grotesque with the great. Satan, fays Dante in the Inferno, had a vaft and most gigantic appearance; he ftood up to his middle in ice, eagerly trying to difentangle himself, and for that purpose violently flapping his huge leathern wings. He has three different faces, a livid, a black, and a scarlet one. He has fix blood-fhot eyes; three mouths that pour forth torrents of blood; and in each mouth he holds a finner. This is not, like Milton's, the figure of an archangel fallen. The Satan in the Davideis difgraces Cowley. Dr. J. WARTON.

ON THE

MONUMENT

OF A

FAIR MAIDEN LADY,

WHO DYED AT BATH, AND IS THERE INTERRED *.

BELOW this marble monument is laid

All that heaven wants of this celeftial maid.
Preferve, O facred tomb, thy truft confign'd
The mold was made on purpose for the mind:
And he would lofe, if, at the latter day,
One atom could be mix'd of other clay.

Such were the features of her heavenly face,
Her limbs were form'd with fuch harmonious

grace:

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This Lady is interred in the Abbey-church. The epitaph is on a white marble ftone fixed in the wall, together with this infcription: "Here lies the body of Mary, third daughter of "Richard Frampton of Moreton in Dorfetfhire, Efq; and of "Jane his wife, fole daughter of Sir Francis Coffington of Fount"hill in Wilts, who was born January 1, 1676, and died after "feven weeks illnefs on the 6th of Septmber, 1698.

"This monument was erected by Catharine Frampton, her fe"cond fifter and executrix, in teftimony of her grief, affection, "and gratitude." DERRICK,

So faultlefs was the frame, as if the whole
Had been an emanation of the foul;

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Which her own inward fymmetry reveal'd;
And like a picture fhone, in glafs anneal'd.
Or like the fun eclips'd, with shaded light:
Too piercing, elfe, to be fuftain'd by fight.
Each thought was visible that roll'd within: 15
As through a cryftal cafe the figur'd hours are
feen.

And heaven did this tranfparent veil provide,
Because she had no guilty thought to hide.
All white, a virgin-faint, fhe fought the skies:
For marriage, though it fullies not, it dyes. 20
High though her wit, yet humble was her-
mind;

As if she could not, or fhe would not find
How much her worth tranfcended all her

kind.

Yet fhe had learn'd fo much of heaven below, That when arriv'd, fhe fcarce had more to

know:

But only to refresh the former hint ;
And read her Maker in a fairer print.

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So pious, as she had no time to spare
For human thoughts, but was confin'd to

prayer.

Yet in fuch charities fhe pass'd the day,

"Twas wond'rous how the found an hour to

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pray.