IX.

Fragrant, though pale, the Lily blows;

To teach the female breast,

How virtue can its fweets difclofe
In all complexions drest.

X.

To every bloom that crowns the year,
Nature fome charm decrees;

Learn hence, ye nymphs, her face to wear,
Ye cannot fail to please.

SONG. By the Same.

WHILE, Strephon, thus you teize one,

To fay, what won my heart;

It cannot fure be treason,

If I the truth impart.

'Twas not your fmile, though charming; 'Twas not your eyes, though bright;

'Twas not your bloom, though warming;

Nor beauty's dazzling light.

'Twas not your drefs, though fhining;
Nor shape, that made me figh:
'Twas not your tongue, combining,
For that I knew-might lye.

No-'twas your generous nature;
Bold, foft; fincere, and gay:
It fhone in every feature,

And stole my heart away.

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The CABINET.

Or, Verses on Roman Medals. To Mr. W.

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By Mr. GRAVES.

I.

O! the rich Cafket's mimic dome!

Where cells in graceful rows

The triumphs of imperial Rome
In miniature disclose.

II. Lefs

II.

Lefs facred far those tinfel fhrines,
In which the fainted bones,

And relics, modern Rome confines,

Of legendary drones.

III.

In figur'd brass we here behold
From time's wide waste retriev'd,
What patriots firm or heroes bold
In peace or war atchiev'd.

IV.

Or filver orbs, in feries fair,

With titles deck'd around,

Prefent each Cæfar's face and air
With rays or laurels crown'd.

V.

Ages to come fhall hence be taught,
In lafting lines exprefs'd,

How mighty Julius fpoke or fought,
Or Cleopatra drefs'd.

VI.

Auguftus here with placid mien,

Bids raging difcord cease;

gates of War clofe-barr'd are feen,

The

And all the world is

peace.

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VII. A

VII.

A race of tyrants then fucceeds,
Who frown with brow fevere;

Yet though we fhudder at their deeds,
Ev'n Nero charms us here.

VIII.

Thus did the blooming Titus look,

Delight of human kind:

Great Hadrian thus, whofe death bespoke

His firm yet gentle mind.

IX.

Aurelius too! thy ftoic face

Indignant we compare.

With young Fauftina's wanton grace,

And meretricious air.

X.

Each paffion here and virtue shines

In livelieft emblems drefs'd:

Lefs ftrong in Tully's ethic lines,
Or Plato's flights exprefs'd.
XI.

With heighten'd grace in verdant rust,

Each work of ancient art,

The temple, column, arch or bust

Their wonted charms impart.

XII. All

XII.

All-glorious Rome, through martial toil,
Beneath each zone obey'd,

Shew'd every province, trophy, fpoil,
On current gold display'd.
XIII.

Hence prodigals, that vainly spend,
Promote the great design;

And mifers aid ambition's end,

Who treasure up the coin.

XIV.

The peasant finds in every clime

The scientific ore;

Whilft on the rich remains of time,

The learn'd with rapture pore.
XV.

Each fading stroke they now retrace,

Each legend dark unfold:

Then in hiftoric order place

And copper vies with gold.

XVI.

Happy the fage! like you, my friend,

The evening of whose days

Heav'n grants in that fair vale to spend

Where Thames delighted ftrays.

XVII. To