Far from the joys that with my foul agree, From wit, from learning --- very far from thee. 8a Here mofs-grown trees expand the smallest leaf; Here half an acre's corn is half a fheaf; 85 Here hills with naked heads the tempeft meet, L To Mr. POPE. ET vulgar fouls triumphal arches raise, Or speaking marbles, to record their praise; And picture (to the voice of Fame unknown) The mimic Feature on the breathing stone Mere mortals; fubject to death's total fway, Reptiles of earth, and beings of a day! ; 'Tis thine, on ev'ry heart to grave thy praise, A monument which Worth alone can raise: 5 Sure to furvive, when time shall whelm in dut Blaze in one flame, shalt thou and Homer die: If aught on earth, when once this breath is fled, With human tranfport touch the mighty dead, Shakespear, rejoice! his hand thy page refines; Now ev'ry scene with native brightness shines; Juft to thy fame, he gives thy genuine thought; So Tully publish'd what Lucretius wrote; Prun'd by his care, thy laurels loftier grow, And bloom afresh on thy immortal brow. Thus when thy draughts, O Raphael! time invades, 20 25 And the bold figure from the canvass fades, This you beheld; and taught by heav'n to fing, 40 Sonorous as the ftorm thy numbers rife, 45 Tofs the wild waves, and thunder in the fkies; Or fofter than a yielding virgin's figh, The gentle breezes breathe away and die. 50 Thus, like the radiant God who sheds the day, Proceed, great Bard! awake th'harmonious string, Be ours all Homer! ftill Ulyffes fing. a How long that Hero, by unfkilful hands, 55 60 The glance divine, forth-beaming from the mind. But you, like Pallas, ev'ry limb infold With royal robes, and bid him shine in gold; Touch'd by your hand, his manly frame improves With grace divine, and like a God he moves. Ev'n I, the meaneft of the Mufes' train, Tun'd by your hand, and fing as you infpire: 70 Like theirs, our Friendship! and I boast my name To hear from earth fuch heart-felt raptures rife, As, when they fing, fufpended hold the skies: Or nobly rifing in fair Virtue's caufe, From thy own life transcribe th'unerring laws: 80 Teach a bad world beneath her fway to bend : To verfe like thine fierce favages attend, And men more fierce: when Orpheus tunes the lay, Ev'n fiends relenting hear their rage away. W. BROOME. HE To Mr. PO PE, On the publishing his WORKS. E comes, he comes! bid ev'ry Bard prepare The fong of triumph, and attend his Car. Thus young Alcides, by old Chiron taught, Pleas'd to behold the earnest of a God. 5 ΙΟ |