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ELECTRA.

The deed was mine- Thou only, didst consent :
'Twas I that slew my mother-Phæbus himself

THE XIVTK OLYMPICK ON PINDAR.
Advis'd that impious act--the guilt be his,
Whose words spoke comfort, but who now forsakes

TO ASOPICUS OF ORCHOMENUS
But oh! Electra, had our father's shade [me. Ye heavenly Graces, who reside
Been present then-had I, before the god,

O'er Minyæa's happy soil, that breeds,
Ask'd his consent, to strike the murderess dead,

Swift for the race, the fairest steeds;
The pitying manes sure had stopp'd my hand,

And rule the land, where with a gentle tide
Nor would have wish'd for his own life again,
Redeem'd by guilt, so horrid in a son.

Your lov'd Cephisian waters glide!

To you Orchomenus's towers belong,
Now wipe away thy tears, lamenting maid;
Though we're both wretched, tears are shed in vain;

Then hear, ye goddesses, and aid the song.
And when thou seest again my faltering reason, Whatever honours shine below,
Be ready thou to rule my broken sense,

Whatever gifts can move delight,
And comfort my affliction—And when thou Or sooth the ravish'd soul, or charm the sight,
Shalt sink beneath thy pressing woes, I'll strive To you their power of pleasing owe.
By soothing words to mitigate thy sorrows.

Fame, beauty, wisdom, you bestow; Such offices become our fond affection.

Nor will the gods the sacred banquet own,
But now, retiring to thy own apartment, Nor on the Chorus look propitious down,
Let gentle slumber close thy wakeful eyes!

If you your presence have deny'd,
Then rise refresh'd ; anoint thy wearied limbs, To rule the banquet, and the Chorus guide
And with due nourishment recruit thy spirits.
Such ceaseless watchings will exhaust thy strength,

In Heaven itself all own your happy care ;
And make thy languid life a burthen to thee.

Bless'd by your influence divine, Thou seest all other friends are Acd; thou art

There all is good, and all is fair : My only solace in this dire affliction.

On thrones sublime you there illustrious shine; Should'st thou forsake me too, I'm lost indeed.

Plac'd near Apollo with the golden lyre,

You all his harmony inspire,

And warbled hymns to Jove perpetual sing, O no! thy sister never will forsake thee;

To Jove, of Heaven the father and the king, Nor only will I live, but die, with thee;

Now hear, Aglaia, venerable maid ! What joy could life afford a wretched woman,

Hear thou that tuneful verse dost love, Bereft of father, brother, every friend!

Euphrosyne! join your coclestial aid,

Ye daughters of immortal Jove ! But if you so command, I will retire;

Thalia too be present with my lays; In the meanwhile compose thyself to rest,

Asopicus has rais'd his city's name, Reclin'd upon thy couch ; nor let vain terrours

And, victor in th’ Olympic strife, may claim Rouse tbee again-Thy own upbraiding conscience From you his just reward of virtuous praise. Lo the revengeful fiend that haunts thy breast!

And thou, O Fame! this happy triumph spread;

Fly to the regions of the dead,
Through Proserpine's dark empire bear the sound,

There seek Cleodamus below,

And let the pleas'd paternal spirit know,
ON THE BIRTH - DAY OF THE RIGHT HONOURABLE THE

How on the plains of Pisa far repown'd,
LORD CHANCELLOR PARKER.

His son, his youthful son, of matchless speed,

Bore off from all the victor's meed,

And with an olive wreath his envy'd temples crown'da As father Thames pours out his plenteous urn

O’er common tracts, with speed his waters flow;
But where some beauteous palace does adorn
His banks, the river seems to move more slow;

THE MORNING APPARITION,
As if he stopp'd awhile, with conscious pride,

WRITTEN AT WALLINGTON-HOUSE, IN SURRY, Nor to the ocean would pursue his race, Till he reflects its glories in his tide, And call the Water-nymphs around to gaze.

All things were hush'd, as Noise itself were dead; So in Time's common flood the huddled throng No midnight inice stirr'd round my silent bed;

Of Months and Hours unheeded pass away, Not e'en a gnat disturb'd the peace profound, Unless some general good our joy prolong.

Dumb o'er my pillow hung my watch unwound; And mark the moments of some festal day. No ticking death-worm told a fancy'd doom,

Nor hidden cricket chirrup'd in the room; Not fair Jnly, though Plenty clothe his fields,

No breeze the casement shook, or fann'd the leaves, Though golden suns make all his morning smile,

Nor drops of rain fell soft from off the eaves; Can boast of aught that such a triumph yields,

Nor noisy splinter made the candle weep, As that he gave a Parker to our isle.

But the dim watchlight seem'd itself asleep, Hail happy month! secure of lasting fame! When, tir’d, I clos'd my eyes--how long I lay

Doubly distinguish'd through the circling year: In slumber wrapp'd, I list not now to say: In Rome a hero gave thee first thy name ;

When hark! a sudden noise--See! open flies A patriot's birth makes thee to Britain dear. The yielding door--1, starting, rubb'd my eyes,

JULY XXIII. M.DCC.XIX.

THE SEAT OF MR. BRIDGES.

Fast clos'd awhile; and, as thrir lids I rear'd, So when that genial father of the Spring
Full at my feet a tall thin form appear'd,

Smiles on the meads, and wakes the birds to sings
While through my parted curtains rushing broke And from the heavenly Bull his influence sheds
A light like day, ere yet the figure spoke.

On the parterres and fruitful garden beds, Cold sweat bedew'd my limbs_nor did I dream; A thousand beauteous births shoot up to sight, Hear, mortals, hear! for real truth's my theme. A thousand buds, unfolding, meet the light; And now, more bold, I rais'd my trembling bones Each useful plant does the rich earth adora, To look-when, lo! 'twas honest master Jones'; And all the flowery universe is born. W wav'd his hand, to banish fear and sorrow, Well charg’d with toast and sack, and cry'd – This first of virtues, awful, yet serene,

0! could my verse describe this sacred queen, “Good morrow !"

Plain in her native charms, nor too severe,
Free from false zeal, and superstitious fear;
Such and so bright, as by th' effects we find,

She dwells in this selected, happy mind, WRITTEX IN A WINDOW AT WALLINGTON-HOUSE, The source of every good should stand confest,

And all, who see, applaud the heaven-born guest !
TPEN THE SEAT OF
MRS. ELIZABETH BRIDGES.

Proceed, my Muse: next in the picture place

Diffusive Charity to human race.
M. DCC. XIX.

Justice thou need'st not in thy draught express, Envy, if thy searching eye

Since every greater still includes the less.

What were the praise, if Virtue idly stood,
Through this window chance to pry,

Content alike to do nor harm nor good?
To thy sorrow thou shalt find,
All that's generous, friendly, kind,

Though shunning ill, unactive, and supine,

Like painted suns, that warm not while they shine ? Goodness, Virtue, every Grace,

The nobler soul such narrow life disdains, Dwelling in this happy place:

Flows out, and meets another's joys and pains, Then, if thou woull'st shun this sight,

Tasteless of blessings, if possest alone,
Hence for ever take thy Aight.

And in imparted pleasures seeks its own.
Hence grows the sense of Friendship's generous fires,
Hence Liberality the heart inspires,

Hence streams of good in constant actions flow,
THE SUPPLEMENT:

And man to inan becomes a god below!

A soul thus form'd, and such a soul is here, MRS. ELIZABETH BRIDGES. Needs not the dangerous test of riches fear,

But, unsubdued to wealth, may safely stand,

And count o'er heaps with an unsully'd hand. Painter, give o'er; here ends thy feeble art; Heaven, that knew this, and where t'intrust its store, For how wilt thou describe th' immortal part? And, blessing one, oft'blesses many more, Tho' Kneller's or tho' Raphael's skill were thine, First gave a will to give, then fitly join'd Or Titian's colours on the cloth did shine,

A liberal fortune to a liberal mind. The labour'd piece must yet half-finish'd stand, With such a graceful ease her bounty flows; And mock the weakness of the master's hand. She gives, and scarce that she's the giver knows,

But seems receiving most, when she the most beColours are but the phantoms of the day,

Rich in horsolt, well may she value more (stows. With that they're born, with that they fade away: Her wealth within, the mind's immortal store; Like Beauty's charms, they but amuse the sight, Passions subdued, and knowledge free from pride, Dark in themselves, till, by reflection bright,

Good humour, ever to good sense ally'd,
With the Sun's aid, to rival him they boast, Well-season'd mirth, and wisdom unsevere,
But, light withdrawn, in their own shades are lost.

An equal temper, and a heart sincere;
Then what are these t'express the living fire, Gifts that alone from Nature's bounty flow,
The lamp within, that never can expire ?

Which Fortune may display, but not bestow;
That work can only by the Muse be wrought;

For wealth but sets the picture more in sight, Souls must paint Souls, and Thought delineate

And brings the beauties or the faults to light.
Thought,

How true th' esteem that's founded in desert)
Then, Painter-Muse, begin, and, unconfin'd, How pleasing is the tribute of the heart !
Draw boldly first a large extent of mind :

Here willing duty ne'er was paid in vain,
Yet not a barren waste, an empty space,

And ev'n dependence cannot feel its chain; For crowds of virtuis fill up all the place,

Yet whom she thus sets free she closer binds, See! o'er the rest fair Piety presides,

(Affection is the chain of grateful minds) As the bright Sun th' inferior planets guides;

And, doubly blessing her adopted care, To the soul's powers it vital heat supplies,

Makes them her virtues with her fortune share, And hence a thousand worthy habits rise.

Leads by example, and by kindness guards,

And raises first the merit she rewards.
The butler.

Oft too abroad she casts a friendly eye, * She died Dec. 1, 1745, aged 88. See some As she would help to every need supply. verses to her memory in Mrs. Tollet's poems, p.

The poor near her almost their cares forget, 139.

Their want but serves as hunger to their meat;

THE CHARACTER OY

IMPERFECT.

For, since her soul's ally'd to human kind,

improvement, the latter part, which attempts a Not to her house alone her store's confin'd;

short view of the Heavens according to the moBut, passing on, its own full banks o'erflows, dern philosophy, is entirely original, and not Enlarg'd, and deals forth plenty as it goes.

founded on any thing in the Latin author.
Through some fair garden thus a river leads
Its watery wealth, and first th' enclosure feeds,
Visits each plant, and every flower supplies;

I
Or, taught in sportive fountains to arise,

LEAVE Mortality's low sphere. Casts sprinkled showers o'er every figurd green;

Ye Winds and Clouds, come, lift me high, Or in canals walks round the beauteous scene,

And on your airy pinions bear Yet stops not there, but its free course maintains,

Swift through the regions of the sky. And spreads gay verdure thro' the adjacent plains;

What lofty mountains downward fly!

And, lo! how wide a space of air
The labouring hinds with pleasure see it flow,
And bless those streams by which their pastures

Extends new prospects to my eye!

The gilded fanes, reflecting light, grow

And royal palaces, as bright, O generous use of power! O virtuous pride!

(The rich abodes Ne'er may the means be to such souls deny'd,

Of heavenly and of earthly gods) Executors of Heaven's all-bounteous will,

Retire apace; whole cities too Who well the great First-giver's ends fulfil,

Decrease beneath my rising view. Who from superior heights still looking down

And now, far off, the rolling globe appears ; On glittering heaps, which scarce they think their Its scatter'd nations I survey, Despise the enipty show of useless state, [own, And all the mass of earth and sea; And only would, by doing good, be great !

Oh, object well deserving tears ! Now pause awhile, my Muse, and then renew

Capricious state of things below, The pleasing task, and take a second view!

That, changeful from their birth, no fix'd duration

know !

Here new-built towns, aspiring high, A train of virtues yet undrawn appear;

Ascend, with lofty turrets crown'd; Here just Economy, strict Prudence there;

There others fall, and mouldering lie, Near Liberality they ever stand;

Obscure, or only by their ruins found. This guides her judgment, that directs her hand. Palmyra's far-extended waste I spy, By these see wild Profusion chas'd away,

(Once Tadmor, ancient in renown) And wanton Luxury, like birds of prey.

Her marble heaps, by the wild Arab shown, Whilst meek Humility, with charms serene,

Still load with useless pomp the ground. Forbids vain Pomp t' approach the hallow'd scene; But where is lordly Babylon? where now Yet through her veil the more attracts the sight,

Lifts she to Heaven her giant brow? And on her sister virtues casts a light.

Where does the wealth of Nineveh abound? But wherefore starts the Painter-Muse, and why,

Or where's the pride of Afric's shore?

Is Rome's great rival then no more? The piece unfinish'd, throws the pencil by?

In Rome herself behold th' extremes of fate, “ Methinks," she says, " Humility I hear,

Her ancient greatness sunk, her modern boasted With gentle voice, reproving, cry— Forbear!

See her luxurious palaces arise, Forbear, rash Muse! nor longer now commend,

[state!

With broken arches mixt between! Lest whom thou would'st praise, thou should'st

And here what splendid domes possess the skies! And in her breast a painful glowing raise, [offend,

And there old temples, open to the day, Who, conscious of the merit, shuns the praise."

Their walls, o'ergrown with moss, display;

And columns, awful in decay,
Rear up their rootless heads to form the various

scene.

THE ECSTASY.

AN ODE.

Me terd prinum dulces ante omnia Musæ ;
Accipiant, cælique vias & sidera monstrent.

Virg.

ADVERTISEMENT.
It may be proper to acquaint the reader, that the

following poem was begun on the model of a
Latin ode of Casimire, intitled E Rebus Humanis
Excessus, from which it is plain that Cowley
likewise took the first hint of his ode called
The Ecstasy. The former part, therefore, is
chiefly an imitation of that ode, thongh with
considerable variations, and the aildition of the
whole second stanza, except the first th. ce lines :
but the plan itself seeming capable of a farther

Around the space of Earth I turn my eye;

But where's the region free from woe? Where shall the Muse one little spot descry

The seat of Happiness below?

Here Peace would all its joys dispense,
The vines and olives unmolested grow,

But, lo! a purple pestilence
Unpeoples cities, sweeps the plains,
Whilst vainly through deserted fields

Her unreap'd harvests Ceres yields,
And at the noon of day a midnight silence reigns,
There milder heat the healthful climate warms,

But, slaves to arbitrary power,
And pleas'd each other to devour,
The mad possessors rush to arms.
I see, I see them from afar,
I view distinct the mingled war!
I see the charging squadrons prest

Hand to band, und breast to breast

Destruction, like a vulture, hovers nigh;

I pass cerulean gulphs, and now behold
Lur'd with the hope of human blood,

New solid globes their weight, self-balanc'd, bear, She hangs upon the wing, uncertain where to Ay, Unpropp'd, amidst the fluid air, (roll'd. But licks her drowthy jaws, and waits the promis'd | And all, around the central Sun, in circling eddies food.

Unequal in their course, see they advance, Here cruel Discord takes a wider scene,

And form the planetary dance! To exercise more unrelenting rage ;

Here the pale Moon, whom the same laws ordain Appointed feets their numerous powers engage,

Tobey the Earth, and rule the Main;

Here spots no more in shadowy streaks appear; With scarce a space of sea between.

But lakes instead, and groves of trees,
Hark! what a brazen burst of thunder

The wondering Muse transported secs,
Rends the elements asunder!

And their tall heads discover'd mountains rear.
Affrighted Ocean flies the roar,
And drives the billows to the distant shore;

And now once more I downward cast my sight,

When, lo! the Farth, a larger moon, displays The distant shore, That such a storm ne'er felt before,

Far off, amidst the Heavens, her silver face,

And to her sister moon by turns gives light! Transmits it to the rocks around; The rocks and bollow creeks prolong the rolling Her scas are shadowy spots, her land a milky white. sound.

What power unknown my course still upwards Still greater horrours strike my eyes.

guides, Behold, convulsive earthquakes there,

Where Mars is seen his ruddy rays to throw And shatter'd land in pieces tear,

Through heatless skies, that round him seem to And ancient cities sink, and sudden mountains rise ! glow, Thro' opening mines th' astonish d wretches go,

And where remoter Jove o'er his four moons presides? Hurry'd to unknown depths below.

And now I urge my way more bold, The bury'd ruin sleeps; and nought remains Unpierc'd by Saturn's chilling cold, But dust above and desert plains,

And pass his planetary guards, and his bright ring Unless some stone this sad inscription wear,

behold. Rais'd by some future traveller :

Here the Sun's beams so faintly play, “ The prince, his people, and his kingdom, here, The mingled shades almost extinguish day. One common tomb contains.”

His rays reverted hence, the fire withdraws,

For here his wide dominions end;
Again, behold where seas, disdaining bound, And other suns, that rule by other laws,

O'er the firm land usurping ride, (tide. Hither their bordering realms extend.
And bury spacious towns beneath their sweeping
Dash'd with the sudden flood the vaulted temples

And now far off, through the blue vacant borne, sound.

I reach at last the milky road, Waves rollid on waves, deep burying deep, lift where stars, profuse in heaps, leaven's glittering

Once thought to lead to Jove's supreme abode, high A watery monument, in which profound

heights adorn, The courts and cottages together lie.

Lost in each other's neighbouring rays, Ev'n now the floating wreck I spy,

They undistinguish'd shine in one promiscuous blaze And the wide surface far around

So thick the lucid gems are strown, With spoils of plunder'd countries crown'd.

As if th’ Almighty Builder here Such, Belgia, was the ravage and affright,

Laid up his stores for many a sphere When late thou saw'st thy ancient foe

In destin'd worlds, as yet unknown. Swell o'er thy digues, oppos'd in vain,

Hither the nightly-wakeful swain, With deadly rage, and, rising in its might,

That guards his folds upon the plaja, Pour down swift ruin on thy plains below.

Oft turns his gazing eyes, Thus Fire, and Air, and Earth, and Main,

Yet marks no stars, but o'er his head A never-ceasing fight maintain,

Beholds the streamy twilight spread, While man on every side is sure to lose ;

Like distant morning in the skies; And Pate has furnish'd out the stage of life

And wonders from what source its dawning splen. With War, Misfortune, and with Strife;

dours rise. Till Death the curtain drops, and shuts the scene

But, lo!-what's this I see appear? of woes.

It seems, far off, a pointed tlaine ; But why do I delay my flight?

From earth-wards too the shining meteor came. Or on such gloomy objects gaze ?

How swift it climbs th' aërial space! I go to realms serene with ever-living light.

And now it traverses cach sphere, Haste, Clouds and Whirlwinds, haste a raptur'a Aud seems some living guest, familiar to the place.. bard to raise;

'Tis he-as I approach more near, Mount me sublime along the shining way,

The great Colunibus of the skies I know ! Where planets, in pure streams of ether driv'n, 'Tis Newton's soul, that daily travels here

Swim through the blue expanse of Heaven. In search of knowledge for mankind below. And, lo! th' obsequious Clouds and Winds obey ! O stay, thou happy spirit, stay, And, lo! again the nations downwards fly, And lead me on thro’all th' unbeaten wilds of day; And wide-stretch'd kingdoms perish from my eye. As when the Sibyl did Rome's father guide Heaven! what bright visions now arise!

Safe through the downward roads of night, What upenog worlds my ravish'd seuse surprise! And in Elysium blest his sight

WHEN

With views, till then, to mortal eyes deny'd. to join in this attempt. Achillas marches Here let me, thy companion, stray

against Alexandria with an army composed of From orb to orb, and now behold

Egyptians and Romans, and besieges Cæsar in Unnumber'd sans, all seas of molten gold; the palace, who seizes Ptolemy as a pledge for his

And trace each Comet's wandering way, own security. A herald, sent from the king to And now descry light's fountain-head,

inquire the cause of this tumult, is slain. An And measure its descending speed ;

attack being made, Cæsar defends himself, burns Or learn how sun-born colours rise

the Egyptian sħips in the harbour, and possesses In rays distinct, and in the skies,

himself of Pharos, where he puts Pothinus to Blended in yellow radiance, flow,

death. Arsinoe, younger sister of Ptolemy, by Or stain the fleecy cloud, or streak the watery bow; the aid of Ganimede, her governor, arriving in

Or, now diffus'd, their beauteous tinctures shed the camp, causes Achillas to be slain. GaniOn every planet's rising hills, and every verdant merle renews the attack against Cæsar, who mead.

is blocked up in Pharos, and reduced to the Thus, rais'd sublime on Contemplation's wings,

greatest extremity.
Fresh wonders I would still explore,
Still the great Maker's power adore,
Lost in the thought-nor ever more
Return to Earth, and earthly things;

HEN conquering Cæsar follow'd to the land
But here, with native freedom, take my flight,

His rival's head, and trod the barbarous strand, An inmate of the Heavens, adopted into light !

His fortune strove with guilty Egypt's fate So for a while the royal Eagle's brood

In doubtful fight, and this the dire debate; In his low nest securely lies,

Shall Roman arms great Lagus' realm enthrall ? Amid the darkness of the sheltering wood,

Or shall the victor, like the vanquish'd, fall Yet there, with in-born vigour, hopes the skies: By Egypt's sword ? Pompey, thy ghost withstood Till, fledg’d with wings full-grown, and bold to Th' impending blow, and sav'd the general's blood,

The bird of Heaven to Heaven aspires, [rise, Lest Rome, too happy after loss of thee, Soars 'midst the meteors and celestial fires,

Should rule the Nile, herself from bondage free. With generous pride his humbler birth disdains,

Secure, and with this barbarous pledge content, And bears the thunder thro' the ethereal plains. To Alexandria now the conqueror went.

The crowd that saw his entry, while, before,
Advancing guards the rods of empire bore,
In murmur'd sounds their jealous rage disclos'd,
At Roman rites and foreign law impos'd.

Observing Cæsar soon his errour spy'd,
LUCAN'S PHARSALIA.

That not for him his mighty rival dy'd,
Yet smooth'd his brow, all marks of fear suppressid
And hid his cares, deep bury'd in his breast.

Then with intrepid mien he took his way,
THE ARGUMENT AND CONNECTION OF THE STORY WITH The city walls and temples to survey,

Works which thy ancient power, great Macedon, Pompey, fying to Egypt, after his defeat at Phar-He view'd the splendid fanes with careless eyes,

display salia, was by the king's consent, basely in urder- Shrines rich with gold and sacred mysteries, ed by Pothinus, and his head presented to Cæsar as he approached the Egyptian coast, in pursuit Descends the vault, which holds the royal race.

Nor fix'd his sight, but, eager in his pace, of his enemy. The poet having represented this Philip's mad son, the prosperous robber, bound catastrophe in the two former books; the argua In Fate's eternal chains, here sleeps profound,

ment of the tenth book is as follows: Cæsar lands in Egypt. He goes to Alexandria; And in the world's revenge the monster slev.

Whom Death forbade his rapines to pursue, visits the temple, and the sepulchre of the kings, His impious bones, which, through each climate tost, in which Alexander the Great was buried. The The sport of winds, or in the ocean lost, poet, in a beautiful digression, declaims against Had met a juster fate, this tomb obtain'd, the ambition of that monarch. Ptoleiny, the

And sacred, to that kingdom's end, remain'd. young king of Egypt, meets Cæsar at his ar

0! should auspicious years roll round again, rival, and receives him into his palace. His sister Cleopatra, who had been kept a prisoner Presery'd to scorn the reliques would be shown

And godlike Liberty resume her reign, in Pharos, makes her escape, and privately of the bold chief, whose boundless pride alone getting admittance to Cæsar, implores his pro- This curst example to ambition gave, tection. By his means she is reconciled to her How many realms one mortal can enslave! brother; after which she entertains Cæsar at a feast. The supper being ended, Cæsar requests Disdaining what his father won before, of Achoreus, the priest, an account of the anti- Aspiring still, and restless after more, quities of Egypt, particularly of the river Nile. He left his home; while Fortune smooth'd his way, Achoreus's reply. The course of that river de- And o'èr the fruitful East enlarg'd his sway. scribed, with an enumeration of the various Red Slaughter mark'd his progress, as he past; opinions concerning its spring, and the causes The guilty sword laid human nature waste, of its overflowing. Pothinus plots the death of Discolour'd Ganges' and Euphrates' food, Casar. His message to Achillas to invite bim With Persian this, and that with Indian bloed

THE TENTH BOOK OF

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TRE FOREGOING BOOKS.

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