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ENGLISH PO E T S.
Of antique stock her high descent she brings, EARL OF PETERBOROUGH,
Born to renew the race of Britain's Kings ;
Who could deserve, like her, in whom we fee 0: bis happy Accomplishment of tbe Marriage between United, all that Paris found in three.
bis Royal Hgbress and the Princess Mary d'Efte, O equal Pair ! when both were set above of Modena. Written leveral years after, in imita- All other merit, but each other's love. tion of the Style of Mr. Waller.
Welcome, bright Princess, to Great Britain's shore, (IS Juno barren, in unfruitful joys,
As Berecynthia to high Heaven, who bore
That shining race of Goddesles and Gods
That fill'd the skies, and rul'd the blest abodes : And all our prospect, gallant York, in thee.
From thee, my muse expects as noble Themes, By the rime with aspiring Queens are led,
Another Mars and Jove, another James ; Each languishing to mount his royal bed;
Our future hopes, all from thy womb arise ;
Our present joy and safety, from your eyes,
Those charming eyes, which shine to reconcile
To harmony and peace, our stubborn Ilie.
On brazen Memnon, Phabus casts a ray,
And the tough metal, so salutes the day.
The British Dame, fam'd for resistless grace, Beauty the price, there need no other arts,
Contends not now, but for the second place, Love is the surelt bait for heroes hearts;
Our love suspended, we neglect the fair Nor can the Fair conceal as high concern,
For whom we burn'd, to gaze adoring here. To see the Prince, for whom, unseen, they burn.
So lang the syrens with enchanting sound, Brive York, attending to the general voice,
Enticing all to listen and be drown'd;
Till Orpheus ravish'd in a nobler strain,
They ceas'd to fing, or, singing, charm'd in vain. Of his great heart, he gives the Sacred trust :
This blest alliance, Peterborough, may " Thy choice, said he, shall well direct that heart,
Th'indebted Nation bounteously repay ; " Where thou, my best belov’d, haft such a part,
Thy ftatues, for the Genius of our land, " In council oft, and oft in battle try'd,
With palim adorn'd, on every threshold stand. “ Betwixt thy master, and the world decide."
-Utinam modo dicere folem The chosen Mercury prepares t'obey
Carmina digna Dea : Cerie eft Dea carmine digna. This high command. Gently ye winds convey And with auspicious gales his safety wait, On whom depend Great Britain's hopes and fate. So Jason with his Argonauts, from Greece To Cholcos foil'd, to seek the Golden Fleece.
Spoken by the Author, beirg then not twelve Years of As when the Godde les came down of old
Age, to her Royal Highness the Duchess of York, On Ida's hill, so many ages old,
ai Trinity College in Cambridge. With gifts their young Dardanian Judge they try'd,
HEN join'd in one, the Good, the Fair, the And each bude high to win him to her side ;
Great, So temp: they him, and emulously vie
Desceod to view the Muses humble seat,
Th’impartial Judge surveys with vist delight Then, bright and merciful as Heav'n, receive
From them such praises, as to Heav'n they give, Then, ftrialy juft, he with adoring cyes,
Their praises for that gentle influence, To radiant Efte gives the royal prize.
Which those auspicious lights, your eyes, dispense; VOL. V.
BY MR. EDMUND WALLER.
'Thore radiant eyes, whose irrefiftless Aame
TO THE KING. Strikes Envy dumb, and keeps Sedition tamc:
EROES of old, by rapine, and by spoil, They can to gazing multitudes give law,
In search of fame, did all the world embroil ; Convert the factious, and the rebel awe ;
Thus to their Gods each then ally'd his name, They conquer for the Duke, where-e'er you tread,
This sprang from Jove, and that from Titan came : Millions of profeiytes, behind are led ;
With equal valour, and the same success, Through crowds of new-made converts still you go,
Dread King, might 'It thou the universe oppress; Pleas'd and triumphant at the glorious show.
But Christian laws conftrain thy martial pride,
Peace is thy choice, and Piety thy guide ;
By thy example Kings are taught to sway,
Heroes to fight, and saints may learn to pray.
From Gods descended, and of race divine,
Nestor in council, and Ulysses shine ; And all the glorious actions of his life
But in a day of battle, all would yield
To the fierce matter of the seven-fold shield :
And Britain's King is all the Gods in one.
TO THE AUTHOR,
On his foregcing Verses to the King.
N early plant, which such a blossom bears, Is now as much the bulwark of thy own.
And shews a genius so beyond his years, Aw'd by thy fame, the trembling nations send
A judgment that could make so fair a choice, Throughout the world, to court fo firm a friend.
So high a subject to employ his voice ; The guilty Senates, that refus’d thy sway,
Still as it grows, how tweetly will he fing
The growing greatness of our matchless King.
HEN into Libya the young Grecian came, Although by daily miracles confeft,
To talk with Hammon, and confult for fame; Accused of evil doctrine by the Jews,
When from the sacred tripod where he stood,
Scarce such a joy that haughty victor knew,
Thus own'd by heaven, as I, thus prais'd by you. Seiz'd with amaze, they own'd their lawful Lord, Whoe'er their names can in thy numbers show, And ftruck with guilt, bow'd, tremblid, and ador’d. Have more than empire, and immortal grow;
Ages to come shall scorn the pot's of old,
Our beauteous Queen, and royal James's name,
For Jove and Juno shall be plac'd by fame;
Thy Charles for Neptune thall the seas command, HO' traind in arms, and learn'd in martial arts,
And Sacharifla shall for Venus stand :
But think frorn Britain all the Gods did come.
To the immortal Memory of
MR. EDMUND WALLER,
LIKE partaking of celestial fire,
crown'd with honour, and immortal name, Or rivals only, who should bett obey,
By wit, or valour, led to equal fame, And Cato give his voice for regal (way.
They mingle with the Gods who breath'd che noble fame.
TO MR. WALLER.
UPON HIS DEATH.
To high exploits, the praises that belong,
TO M YR A. Live, but as nourish'd by the Poet's fong.
LOVING AT FIRST SIGHT. A tree of life is sacred Poetry,
O warning of th' approaching flame, Sweet is the fruit, and tempting to the eye ;
Swiftly, like sudden death, it caine ; May there are, who nibble without leave,
Like travellers, by light'ning kill'd, But none who are not born to taste, survive.
I burnt the moment I beheld.
In whom so many charms are plac’d, WALLER shall never die, of life secure,
Is with a mind as nobly grac'd; As long as Fame, or aged Time endure,
The case so thining to bchold,
Is fill'd with richest gems, and gold.
To what my eyes admir'd before,
I add a thousand graces more ;
And Fancy blows into a flame,
The object thus improv'd by thought,
By my own image I am caught ;
Pygmalion so, with fatal art
TO MY R A.
CARN’D, and made wise by o-hers flame, Than living we agreed to give before.
I Aed from whence such mischiefs came,
Shunning the Sex, that kilis at fight,
But, ah! in vain from fate we fly,
For first, or iaft, as all must die;
That firit, or laft, we all must love.
My heart which stood so long the shock
Of winds and waves, like some firm rock,
By one bright spark from Myra thrown,
ΤΟ M Y RA.
TOOLISH Love, begone, said I,
Vain are thy attempts on me ;
Thy soft allurements I dety,
My heart was never made for thee.
Love heard; and straight prepared a dart;
Myra, revenge my cause, faid he:
Too fare 'twas thot, I feel the smart,
It rends my brain, and tears my heart;
O Love! my conq'ror, pity me.
Parent of Gods, who doft to Gods remove, An Imitation of the second Chorus in the second As of
Seneca's Thyefies, WALLII, the God of Verse, we will proclaim,
HEN will the Gods, propiticus to our prayers, Not Phæbus now, but WALLER be his name ;
Compose our factions, and conclude our wars? Of joyful Bards, the sweet seraphic choir
Ye fons of Inachus, repent the guilt Acknowledge thee their oracle and fire ;
Of crowns usurp'd, and blood of parents spile; The Spheres do homage, and the Muses fing
For impious greatness, vengeance is in store ; WALLER, the God of Verfe, who was the King. Short is the date of all ill-gotten power,