IX. Proceed, my Mufe! Time's wafting thread pursue, When cities fink, and kingdoms are no more, See in his hand the book of fate! T'attend, with dread folemnity, The world's laft fcene, and time's concluding date. The feeble race of fhort-liv'd Vanity . And fickly Pomp at once fhall die; Foul Guilt to midnight caves will shrink away, Your clouds of painted blifs fhall melt before your fight. Yet fhall you not the giddy chace refrain, Nor hope more folid blifs t' obtain, Nor once repeat the joys you knew before; Toft in an ocean of defire, yet never find a fhore. X. But fee where the mild Sovereign fits prepar'd His better fubjects to reward! Where am I now! what power divine Tranfports me! what immortal fplendors fhine! Torrents Torrents of glory that opprefs the fight! What joys, cœleftial king! thy throne furround! Here wonder only can take place ;— Then, Mufe, th' adventurous flight forbear! то MR. ADDISON, O N HIS TRAGEDY OF CATO. T HOUGH Cato fhines in Virgil's epic fong, Preferibing laws among th' Elyfian throng; Though Lucan's verfe, exalted by his name, O'er gods themselves has rais'd the hero's fame 0 2 ; The The Roman ftage did ne'er his image fee, On Tyber's bank thy thought was first inspir'd; 'Tis done the hero lives, and charms our age! While nobler morals grace the British stage. Great Shakespeare's ghoft, the folemn strain to hear, (Methinks I fee the laurel'd fhade appear!) Will hover o'er the scene, and wondering view His favourite Brutus rival'd thus by you. Such Roman greatness in each action fhines, Rome, turn thy mournful eyes from Africk's fhore, • When When thrice fix hundred times the circling fun His annual race fhall through the zodiack run, ADVICE TO MR. POPE, ON HIS INTENDED TRANSLATION OF HOMER'S ILIA D, 1714. THOU, who, with a happy genius born, Canft tuneful verfe in flowing numbers turn, Crown'd on thy Windfor's plains with early bays, Be early wife, nor truft to barren praise. Blind was the bard that fung Achilles' rage, He fung, and begg'd, and curs'd th' ungiving age; First take the gold-then charm the listening ear, His penfion paid-though late, and paid to thee.. то тНЕ MEMORY OF MR. MILTON. Homer's Defcription of Himself, under the Character of Demodochus the Musician, at the Feast of King Alcinous. FROM THE EIGHTH BOOK OF THE ODYSSES. HE Mufe with transport lov'd him; yet, to fill ΤΗ His various lot, the blended good with ill; Depriv'd him of his eyes, but did impart The heavenly gift of fong, and all the tuneful art. T AWO fhining maids this happy work difplays; Each moves our rapture, both divide our praise : In Marcia, we her godlike father trace; While Lucia triumphs with each softer grace. |