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" Whose wit and virtue shall thy own express,
Distinguish'd only by their softer dress :
renown and praise;
Verses to be written under a PICTURE
of Mr. POYNT Z.
A hand, or colours, to express thy mind ?
AN EPISTLE TO MR. POPE.
From Rome, 17.30.
IMMORTAL bard! for whom each Muse has wove,
The fairest garlands of th’ Aonian grove ; Preserv'd our drooping genius to restore, When Addison and Congreve are no more; After so many stars extinct in night,
The darken'd age's last remaining light! To thee from Latian realms this verse is writ, Inspir'd by memory of antient wit; For now no more these climes their influence boalt, Fall'n is their glory, and their virtue lost; From tyrants, and from priests, the Muses fly, Daugliters of Reason and of Liberty ! Nor Baïz now nor Umbria's plain they love, Nor on the banks of Nar or Mincio rove; To Thames's flowery borders they retire, And kindle in thy breast the Roman fire. So in the Mades, where, chear’d with summer rays, Melodious linnets warbled sprightly lays, Soon as the faded, falling leaves complain Of gloomy Winter's unauspicious reign, No tuneful voice is heard of joy or love, But inournful filence faddens all the grove,
Unhappy Italy! whose alter'd state Has felt the worst severity of fate:
Not that barbarian hands her fafces broke,
Illustrious names ! that once in Latium shin'd,
As late on Virgil's tomb fresh flowers I ftrow'd,
“ Stranger, he said, whose pious hand has paid
“ Great bard, whose numbers I myself inspire, “ To whom I gave my own harmonious lyre, " If, high exalted on the throne of wit, “ Near me and Homer thou aspire to fit,
• No more let meaner satire dim the rays
« Of thee more worthy were the task, to raise “ A lasting column to thy country's praise ; “ To sing the land, which yet alone can boast “ That liberty corrupted Rome has lost; " Where Science in the arms of Peace is laid, “ And plants her palm beneath the olive's shade. “ Such was the theme for which.my lyre I strung, “ Such was the people whose exploits I sung; “ Brave, yet refin'd, for arms and arts renown’d, " With different bays by Mars and Phæbus crown'd; " Dauntless opposers of tyrannic sway, “ But pleas’d a mild Augustus to obey.
" If these commands submissive thou receive, " Immortal and unblam'd thy name shall live,
Envy to black Cocytus shall retire ; 6 And howl with Furies in tormenting fire;
Approving Time shall consecrate thy lays, “ And join the patriot's to the poet's praise."
LORD HER V E Y.
“ Strenua nos exercet inertia: navibus atque
Quadrigis petimus bene vivere : quod petis, hic eft; “ Eft ulubris, animus fi te non deficit æquus.” Hor. FAVOURITE of Venus and the tuneful Nine,
Pollio, by Nature form'd in courts to shine,
'Tis not to view the well-proportion’d pile,