MORNING.

An ODE.

The Author confined to College.

Scribimus inclufi.

PERS. Sat. 1. V. 13.

NCE more the vernal Sun's ambrofial Beams

ONCE Fields, as a

The Fields, as with a purple Robe, adorn: Charwell, thy fedgy Banks, and glift'ring Streams All laugh and fing at mild Approach of Morn; Thro' the deep Groves I hear the chaunting Birds, And thro' the clover'd Vale the various-lowing Herds.

Up mounts the Mower from his lowly Thatch,
Well pleas'd the Progrefs of the Spring to mark,
The fragrant Breath of Breezes pure to catch,
And startle from her Couch the early Lark;

More genuine Pleasure fooths his tranquil Breast, Than high-thron'd Kings can boast, in eastern Glory dreft.

The penfive Poet through the Green-wood steals, Or treads the willow'd Marge of murm❜ring Brook; Or climbs the steep Afcent of airy Hills;

There fits him down beneath a branching Oak, Whence various Scenes, and Profpects wide below, Still teach his mufing Mind with Fancies high to glow.

But

But I nor with the Day awake to Blifs, (Inelegant to me fair Nature's Face,

A Blank the Beauty of the Morning is,

And Grief and Darkness all for Light and Grace ;) Nor bright the Sun, nor green the Meads appear, Nor Colour charms mine Eye, nor Melody mine Ear.

Me, void of Elegance and Manners mild,
With leaden Rod, ftern Discipline restrains;
Stiff Pedantry, of learned Pride the Child,

My roving Genius binds in Gothic Chains;
Nor can the cloyfter'd Muse expand her Wing,
Nor bid thefe twilight Roofs with her gay Carols ring.

On Mifs POLLY FOOTE's

Unexpected Arrival at OXFORD,
And Speedy Flight from thence, 1758.

L

ONG had fair Venus and her Son

finier-Verse aning Town

Distress'd Minerva's darling Town
With Perfecution jealous;

Of Belles fo fcanty was her Choice,

She scarce could furnish Toasts for Boys,

Or Wives for humbler Fellows.

Yet Pallas all their Spleen defy'd,
And prudently the Lofs fupplied
Of fuch precarious Blisses:

Hence were her Sons more ftudious grown :
Her Discipline went fmoother on,

'Mid Troops of homely Misses.

Cupid, who late had seen the Place,
Found they had quite mistook the Case,
That Books would grow in Fashion,
That dazzling Eyes and blooming Cheeks,
Could only tame thofe hardy Greeks,

And bring them to Submiffion.

Then swift as Thought he flew to Town,
And Polly ftraight is order'd down;

The Champion of Beauty;

For well his Godship did devife,

That Polly's Charms and Polly's Eyes
Would be alert on Duty.

She came, and with each Grace 'complete,
From a Venetian Window's Height

Her Battery fhe play'd:

The fatal Slaughter who can tell,
What Troops of gazing Students fell,

Stretch'd o'er the smooth Parade?

Sage

Sage Folios, now a mufty Heap,
In Chains and learned Darkness sleep,
All Logick's turn'd to Folly;

Each Student takes his Cap and Gown,
And runs through ev'ry Street in Town,
To catch a Look at Polly.

Who now can pedant Rules endure? "Go Boy, and bid the best Frifeur,

"At Six precife be wi' me;"

My Hair in Wires exact and nice,
I'll trim my Cap to smallest Size,
That Polly fure may see me.

Nay e'en the Don his Pipe foregoes,
That Friend to Wisdom and Repose,
Left Polly be offended;

And Galen's fageft Sons will leave,
To dangle Hours at Polly's Sleeve,
Their Patients unattended.

See Churches are forfaken too,

If Polly does not grace a Pew,

To keep grave Heads from fleeping:

Mad H-tch-nf-n--ns rave in vain,

The fad deferted Seats remain

For 'Prentice Boys to weep

in.

Cupid, who stood at Polly's Side
Incog, and ev'ry Shaft supplied,

Laugh'd with infulting Malice,
To see how fure each Arrow flew,
How at each killing Glance fhe flew
Some fav'rite Son of Pallas.

Then to Jove's Court he wing'd his Way,
To tell the Triumphs of the Day,
And publish Polly's Glory;

But Pallas had that Morn been there;
And humbly fought of Jove to hear
The Hardships of her Story.

"That all her Sons were Rebels grown,
"No Books were read, no Rules were known;
"Her fav'rite Seat was undone :"

Her Plea was heard, 'twas Jove's Decree

That Iris fhould next Week convey
Fair Polly back to London,

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