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HAT are the falling rills, the pendant shades, The morning bowers, the evening colonnades, But foft receffes for th' uneafy mind
To figh unheard in, to the paffing wind!
VERSES left by Mr. POPE, on his lying in the fame Bed which WILMOT the celebrated Earl of Rochefter flept in, at Adderbury, then belonging to the Duke of Argyle, July 9th, 1739.
ITH no poetic ardour fir'd
I prefs the bed where Wilmot lay; That here he lov'd, or here expir'd,
Begets no numbers grave, or gay.
But in thy roof, Argyle, are bred
Beneath a nobler roof-the sky.
Such flames as high in patriots burn,
When freedom is more dear than life.
Ode on St. Cecilia's Day,
Two Choruses to the Tragedy of Brutus,
Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady,
Prologue to Mr. Addifon's Tragedy of Cato,
Epilogue to Jane Shore,
SAPPHO to PHAON, an Epiftle from Ovid,
The TEMPLE of FAME,