Is there a plain, whofe genial foil inhales
Glory's invigorating gales,

Her brightest beams where Emulation spreads,
Her kindlieft dews where Science fheds,
Where every ftream of Genius flows,
Where every flower of Virtue glows?

Thither the Muse exulting flies,
There the loudly cries ——
All hail, all hail,

Chorus I.

Majestic Granta! hail thy aweful name,
Dear to the Mufe, to Liberty, to Fame.
VI.
Recitative. You too, illuftrious Train, fhe greets
Who first in these infpiring feats

Caught the bright beams of that ætherial fire,
Which now fublimely prompts you to aspire
To deeds of nobleft note: whether to fhield
Your country's liberties, your country's laws;
Or in Religion's hallow'd cause

To hurl the fhafts of reason, and to wield
Thofe heav'nly-temper'd arms, whofe rapid force
Arrefts bafe Falfhood in her impious course,
And drives rebellious Vice indignant from the field.

VII. Air

VII.

Air IV. And now fhe tunes her plaufive fong
To you her fage domestic throng;

Who here, at Learning's richest fhrine,
Dispense to each ingenuous youth
The treasures of immortal Truth,
And open Wisdom's golden mine.
Recitative. Each youth inspir'd by your persuasive art,
Clafps the dear form of Virtue to his heart;

And feels in his transported foul
Enthusiastic raptures roll,

Gen'rous as those the fons of Cecrops caught

In hoar Lyceum's fhades from Plato's fire-clad thought. VIII.

Air V. O Granta! on thy happy plain

Still may these Attic glories reign:

Still mayst thou keep thy wonted state, In unaffected grandeur great; Recitative. Great as at this illuftrious hour,

When He, whom GEORGE's well-weigh'd choice
And Albion's general voice

Have lifted to the fairest heights of pow'r,

When He appears, and deigns to fhine
The leader of thy learned line;
And bids the verdure of thy olive bough

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'Mid

'Mid all his civic chaplets twine,

And add fresh glories to his honour'd brow.
IX.

Air VI. Hafte then, and amply o'er his head
The graceful foliage fpread;

Mean while the Muse shall snatch the trump of Fame,
And lift her fwelling accents high,

To tell the world that PELHAM'S name

Is dear to Learning as to Liberty.

Full Chorus. The Muse shall snatch the trump of Fame, And lift her fwelling accents high,

To tell the world that PELHAM'S name

Is dear to Learning as to Liberty.

ODE to an

EOLUS's * Harp.

Sent to Mifs SHEPHEARD.

By the Same.

Y

E S, magic lyre! now all compleat Thy flender frame refponfive rings, While kindred, notes with undulation fweet

Accordant wake from all thy vocal strings.

*This inftrument appears to have been invented by KIRCHER: who has given a very accurate description of it in his MUSURGIA. After having been neglected above an hundred years, it was again accidentally difcovered by Mr. OSWALD. See Vol. III. p. 9. of this Mifcellany.

Go

Go then to her, whofe foft request

Bade my bleft hands thy form prepare;
go,
and fweetly footh her tender breast
With many a warble wild, and artless air.

Ah

For know, full oft, while o'er the mead
Bright June extends her fragrant reign,
The Fair fhall place thee near her slumb'ring head
To court the gales that cool the fultry plain;

Then shall the Sylphs, and Sylphids bright,
Mild Genii all, to whofe high care

Her virgin charms are giv'n, in circling flight
Skim sportive round thee in the fields of air.

Some, flutt'ring 'mid thy trembling ftrings,
Shall catch the rich melodious spoil,

And lightly brush thee with their purple wings
To aid the zephyrs in their tuneful toil;

While others check each ruder gale,
Expel rough Boreas from the sky,
Nor let a breeze its heaving breath exhale,
Save fuch as foftly pant, and panting die.
Then, as thy fwelling accents rise,
Fair Fancy waking at the sound,
Shall paint bright vifions on her raptur❜d eyes,
And waft her spirits to enchanted ground,

Το

To myrtle groves, Elyfian greens,
'Mid which fome fav'rite youth fhall rove,
Shall meet, fhall lead her through the glitt'ring fcenes,
And all be mufic, extacy, and love.

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ODE to HEAL T H.

MARTIAL.

Non eft vivere, fed valere, vita.

By Mr. DUNCOMBE, Fellow of Corpus Chrifti College,

CAMBRIDGE.

I.

HEA

EALTH! to thee thy vot'ry owes
All the bleffings life bestows,
All the fweets the fummer yields,
Melodious woods, and clover'd fields;
By thee he tastes the calm delights
Of ftudious days and peaceful nights:
By thee his eye each fcene with rapture views;
The Muse shall fing thy gifts, for they infpire the Muse.
II.
Does increase of wealth impart
Transports to a bounteous heart?

Does the fire with fmiles furvey
His prattling children round him play?

Does

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