(As conquerors will never want pretence, When arm'd, to justify th' offence) And the whole fief, in right of Poetry, she claim'd. For Poets frequent inroads there had made, The shape, the face, with every lineament; And all the large domains which the Dumb Sifter fway'd. All bow'd beneath her government, Receiv'd in triumph wherefoe'er she went. Her pencil drew, whate'er her foul defign'd, And oft the happy draught furpass'd the image in her mind. The fylvan fcenes of herds and flocks, Of deeper too and ampler foods, } So ftrange a concourse ne'er was feen before, But when the peopled ark the whole creation bore. VII. The scene then chang'd, with bold erected look Our phoenix queen was pourtray'd too so bright, As in that day she took the crown from facred hands : In beauty foremost, as in rank, the queen. And her bright foul broke out on every side. VIII. Now all those charms, that blooming grace, Not wit, nor piety, could fate prevent ; To sweep at once her life and beauty too; To work more mischievously flow, And plunder'd firft, and then destroy'd. O double facrilege on things divine, Heaven, by the fame difeafe, did both tranflate; As equal were their fouls, fo equal was their fate. IX. Meantime her warlike brother on the feas His waving streamers to the winds displays, The winds too foon will waft thee here! Alas, thou know'ft not, thou art wreck'd at home.! X. When in mid-air the golden trump shall found, When in the valley of Jehoshaphat, The judging God fhall close the book of fate; For those who wake, and those who sleep: From the four corners of the fky; When finews o'er the skeletons are spread, And foremost from the tomb shall bound, III. Upon the Death of the EARL of DUNDEE. Tranflated from the Latin of Dr. PITCAIRN. H laft and beft of Scots! who didft maintain Thy country's freedom from a foreign reign; ELEO IV. ELEONORA: A PANEGYRICAL POEM, Dedicated to the Memory of The late COUNTESS of ABINGDON. To the Right Honble the Earl of ABINGDON, &C. MY LORD, TH HE commands with which you honoured me fome months ago are now performed: they had been fooner; but betwixt ill health, fome bufinefs, and many troubles, I was forced to defer them till this time. Ovid, going to his banishment, and writing from on fhipboard to his friends, excufed the faults of his poetry by his misfortunes; and told them, that good verfes never flow but from a ferene and compofed fpirit. Wit, which is a kind of Mercury, with wings faftened to his head and heels, can fly but slowly in a damp air. I therefore chofe rather to obey you late than ill; if at least I am capable of writing any thing, at any time, which is worthy your perusal and your patronage. I cannot fay that I have escaped from a fhipwreck; but have only gained a rock by hard fwimming; where I may pant a while and gather breath for the doctors give me a fad affurance, that my disease never took its leave of any man, but with a purpose to return. However, my lord, I have laid held on the interval, |