Unmix'd with foreign filth, and undefil'd; Her wit was more than man, her innocence a child. V. Art she had none, yet wanted none; She might our boasted stores defy : That it seem'd borrow'd, where 'twas only born. By great examples daily fed, What in the best of books, her father's life, fhe read. Each teft, and every light, her Muse will bear, So cold herfelf, whilft fhe fuch warmth expreft, VI. Bora to the fpacious empire of the Nine, One would have thought, fhe fhould have been content But what can young ambitious fouls confine? A plenteous province, and alluring prey. } (As As conquerors will never want pretence, And the whole fief, in right of Poetry, fhe claim'd. For Poets frequent inroads there had made, ད་ 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 fhallow brooks that flow'd fo clear, The bottom did the top appear; Of deeper too and ampler floods, Which, as in mirrors, fhew'd the woods; And perfpectives of pleasant glades, So ftrange a concourse ne'er was feen before, But when the peopled ark the whole creation bore. The scene then chang'd, with bold erected look Our phoenix queen was pourtray'd too so bright, Beauty alone could beauty take fo right: Her drefs, her fhape, her matchlefs grace, Were all obferv'd, as well as heavenly face. With fuch a peerless majesty she stands, } As in that day fhe took the crown from facred hands: Before a train of heroines was seen, In beauty foremost, as in rank, the queen. Thus nothing to her genius was deny'd, VIII. Now all thofe charms, that blooming grace, Not Not wit, uor piety, could fate prevent; To finish all the murder at a blow, To sweep at once her life and beauty too; But, like a harden'd felon, took a pride To work more mischievously flow, And plunder'd first, and then destroy'd. O double facrilege on things divine, Heaven, by the same disease, did both translate; As equal were their fouls, fo equal was their fate. IX. Meantime her warlike brother on the feas His waving ftreamers to the winds difplays, And vows for his return, with vain devotion, pays. Ah, generous youth, that wish forbear, The winds too foon will waft thee here! Alas, thou know'ft not, thou art wreck'd at home! If any sparkles than the reft more bright; 'Tis fhe that shines in that propitious light.. X. When in mid-air the golden trump fhall 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 sky; When finews o'er the skeletons are spread, And foremost from the tomb fhall bound, III. UPON THE DEATH OF THE EARL OF DUNDEE. Tranflated from the Latin of Dr. PITCAIRN. H laft and best of Scots! who did maintain OF Thy country's freedom from a foreign reign; New people fill the land, now thou art gone, New gods the temples, and new kings the throne. Scotland and thou did each in other live; Nor would'ft thou her, nor could she thee survive. Farewell, who dying didst support the state, And couldft not fall but with thy country's fate. ELEONORA: |