Now, now I cease, I clasp thy charms,

And now you burst (ah cruel!) from my arms And swiftly shoot along the Mall,

Or foftly glide by the Canal, Now fhown by Cynthia's filver ray,

And now on rolling waters fnatch'd away.

Inter verba cadit lingua filentio ? Nocturnis te ego fomniis

Jam captum teneo, jam volucrem fequor Te per gramina Martii

Campi, te per aquas, dure, volubiles..

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Part of the NINTH ODE

Of the FOURTH BOOK.

A FRAGMENT.

EST fhould think that verfe fhall die,.

you

Which founds the Silver Thames along,

Taught on the wings of Truth to fly

Above the reach of vulgar fong;

Though daring Milton fits fublime,
In Spenfer native Mufes play;
Nor yet fhall Waller yield to time,

Nor penfive Cowley's moral lay-
Sages and Chiefs long fince had birth
Ere Cæfar was, or Newton nam'd;

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E forte credàs interitura, quae
Longe fonantem natus ad Aufidum

Non ante vulgatas per artes

Verba loquor focianda chordis;

Non, fi priores Maeonius tenet
Sedes Homerus, Pindaricæ latent
Ceaeque, et Alcaei minaces

Stefichorique graves Camenae:

Nec fi quid olim lufit Anacreon,
Delevit aetas: fpirat adhuc amor,

Thefe,

Then rais'd new Empires o'er the Earth,

And Those, new Heavens and Syftems fram'd.).

Vain was the Chief's, the Sage's pride!

They had no Poet, and they died:
In vain they schem'd, in vain they bled!
They had no Poet, and are dead. '

Vivuntque commiffi calores
Aeoliae fidibus puellae.

Vixere fortes ante Agamemnona
Multi; fed omnes illacrymabiles
Urgentur ignotique longa
Nocte, carent quia vate facro.

MISCELLANIE S.