On the Death of Addison

Hymn on the Seasons

Tickell 58

Thomson 62

ibid. 66

A Paraphrafe on the latter Part of the vi. Chapter

of St. Matthew

Ode on Æolus's Harp

A Monody

ibid. 67

Shenstone 78

ibid. 80

Elegy, to a Friend, on fome flight Occasion estranged

Elegy, wherein the Author takes Occafion to ex-

patiate on the miferable Servitude of an African

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Lowth 117

Elegy, written in a Country Church-yard

The Progress of Poefy, a Pindaric Ode

Ode to Independence

The Genealogy of Christ

The Vifions of Fancy. In four Elegies Langhorne 139

The Evening Primrose

The Wall Flower

Ode to Melancholy

Ode to Evening

Ode to Innocence

Contemplation

A Night Piece

An Addrefs to the Deity

ibid. 147

ibid. 149

Ogilvie 152

ibid. 156

ibid. 161

Mifs Carter 163

ibid. 164

Mrs, Barbauld 166

Ode to Content

Mrs. Barbauld 169

A Sonnet

Mrs. C. Smith 171

Sonnet, on the Departure of the Nightingale ibid. 171

Pious Memory: Occafioned by feeing the Graves

dreffed with Flowers, at Brecknock

Elegy, to a young Nobleman leaving the Uni-

versity

Ode, to a Friend

Dodd 214

Mason 216

ibid. 219

Cowper 243

kirk, during his folitary abode in the Inland of

Juan Fernandez, in the South Sea

Boadicea, an Ode

ibid. 245

286

287

288

Hymn. The glorious Prefence of Chrift in

Heaven

Hymn. The Joys of Heaven

Hymn. The Excellency of the Scriptures

Song of Praife. To the Ever-bleffed Trinity

THE

POETICAL PRECEPTOR.

MILTON.

THE MORNING HYMN

OF

ADAM AND EVE.

[From the Fifth Book of Faradise Lost.]

HESE are thy glorious works, Parent of good,
Almighty! thine this univerfal frame,

Thus wondrous fair; thy felf how wondrous then!
Unspeakable, who fitt ft above thefe Heavens
To us invifible, or dimly feen

In thefe thy loweft works, yet these declare
Thy goodness beyond thought, and pow'r diving.
Speak, ye who beft can tell, ye fons of light,
Angels; for ye behold Hun, and with fongs
And choral fymphonies, day without night,
Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in Heaven,
On Earth, join all ye Creatures to extol
Him firft, Him laßt, Him mid
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and without end.

Faireft of ftars, laft in the train of night,

If better thou belong not to the dawn,

Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morz
With thy bright circlet, praise Him in thy fphere,
While day arifes, that fweet hour of prime.

Thou Sun, of this great world both eye and soul,
Acknowledge Him thy greater, found his praise
In thy eternal course, both when thou climb'st,
And when high noon haft gain'd, and when thou fall.
Moon, that now meet'ft the orient fun, now fly'st
With the fix'd stars, fix'd in their orb that flies,
And ye five other wand'ring fires that move
In myftic dance, not without fong, refound
His praife, who out of darkness call'd up light.
Air, and ye Elements, the eldest birth
Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run
Perpetual circle, multiform; and mix

And nourish all things; let your ceafelefs change
Vary to our great Maker ftill new praise.
Ye Mifts and Exhalations that now rife
From hill or steaming lake, dusky or gray,
Till the fun paint your fleecy skirts with gold,
In honour to the world's great Author rife!
Whether to deck with clouds th' uncolour'd sky,
Or wet the thirsty earth with falling fhowers,
Rifing or falling ftill advance his praife.

His praife, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow,
Breathe foft or loud, and wave your tops, ye Pines,
With every plant, in fign of worship wave.
Fountains, and ye that warble, as ye flow,
Melodious murmurs! warbling tune his praise.
Join voices, all ye living Souls; ye Birds,