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WM. COW PLR
As on the utmost verge of life he stood,
Early thy side the mortal shaft receix'd, Ready to plunge, and seize th' immortal good, All, but the wounded hero, saw and griev'd. Collecting all his rays diffus'd, in one,
No sense of smart, no anguish, could control, His last great work with heighten'd lustre shone; Or turn the generous purpose of his soul. There his just sentiments, transferr'd, we view'd! Witness, ye nobler arts, by Heaven design'd But, while our eyes the shining path pursu'd, To charm the senses, and improve the mind, And steep ascent his steady judgment gain'd, How through your mazes, with incessant toil, The shining path, alas! alonc remain'd. He urg'd his way, to reap th' immortal spoil !
So when the Sun to worlds unknown retires, So fabled Orpheus tun'd his potent song, How strong, how boldly shoot his parting tires ! Death's circling shades, and Stygian glooms among. Larger his setting orb our eyes confess,
Of thy great labours this, the last " and chief, Eager we gaze, and the full glory bless;
At once demands our wonder, and our grief;
Wondering we saw disclos'd the ample store, And leaves behind gay tracks of beamy light. Griev'd in that instant, to expect no more. 1720.
So in the evening of some doubtful day,
And his whole glories spreads at once to sight; If for ourselves the tears profusely flow,
Th'«nliven'd world look up with gladsome cheer, Too justly we indulge the tender woe,
Bless the gay scene, nor heed the night so near; Since thou in Virtue's robes wast richly drest, Sudden, the lucent orb drops swiftly down, And of fine arts abundantly possest!
Through western skies, to shine in worlds unknown. But if we rather should congratulate
March 28, 1720. A friend's enlargement and exalted state; Resign'd to Providence, what can we less Than cheerful hail thy long'd-for happiness, Who now, releas'd from every piercing pain, Dost in the realms of light triumphant reign! From thy long languishing, and painful strife, February, 1719-20.
W. DUNCOMBE Of breath and labour drawn, and wasting life,
Accomplish'd spirit! thou at length art free,
While lonely left, and desolate below,
Full grief I feel, and all a brother's woe!
Yet would I linger on a little space,
Before I close my quick-expiring race,
Till I have gather'd up, with grateful prins,
Thy works, thy dear unperishing remains; If there, regardful of the ways of men,
An undecaying monument to stand, Thou seest with pity what thou once hast been,
Rais'd to thy name by thy own skilful hand.
Then let me wing from Earth my willing way, O gentle shade! accept this humble verse, Amidst the meaner honours of thy hearse.
To meet thy soul in blaze of living day, How does thy Phocyas warm Britannia's youth,
Rapt to the skies, like thee, with joyful fight,
An inmate of the Heavens, adopted into light. In arms to glory, and in love to truth! Oh! if the Muse of future aught presage,
30 March, 1720. These seeds shall ripen in the coming age;
Ob. 17 Jan. 1731. Anio Æt. 46. Then youths, renown'd for many a tield well-fought, Shall own the glorious lessons thou hast tanght; Honour's strict laws shall reign in every mind, And every Phocyas his Eudocia find. 0! yet be this the lowest of thy faine,
IMMORTAL Bard! though from the world retird, To form the hero, and instruct the damc;
Still known to Fame, still honour'd, and admir'd! 1 sec the Christian, friend, relation, son,
While till'd with joy, in happier realms you stray, Burn for the glorious course that thou hast run. And dwell in mansions of eternal day; If aught we owe thy pencil, or thy lyre,
While you, conspicuous through the heavenly choir, Of manly strokes, or of superior fire,
With swelling rapture tune the chosen lyre; How must thy Múse be ever own'd divine,
Where echoing angels the glad notes prolong, And in the sacred list unrival'd shine!
Or with attentive silence crown your song;
Offers this humble tribute of her praise.
There, in sweet union, wit and virtue charm,
And noblest sentiments the bosom warm;
The Siege of Damascus.
The brave, the wise, the virtuous, and the fair, Et circum cineres. Parnassia numina lugent.
Through every polish'd piece correctness flows, Te patria exposcit, færundaque criminis ætas.
Sed tibi mors longos nequicquam inviderit annos, Here injur'd Phocyas and Eudocia claim
Dum maneant clart monumenta perennia famæ, A lasting pity, and a lasting fame:
Dircæ usque volet superas suus ales in auras. Thy heroine's softer virtues charm the sight, Spernis trita sonans plectrum?, tenuisque camanæ And fill our souls with ravishing delight.
Haud petis auxilium: terris te plena relictis Exalted love and dauntless courage meet,
Mens rapit iinpavidum, cælique per ardua ducit. To make thy hero's character complete.
Jam procul ex oculis gentes & regna recedunt; This finish'd piece the noblest pens commend, Jam tellus perit, & punctum vix cernitur orbis. And e'en the critics are the poet's friend.
At vos, immensi placidissima luinina mundi, Led on by thee, those flowery paths I view, Sol, Luna, æterno meritas O! pangite laudes For ever lovely, and for ever new,
Auctori Dominoque; suis concussa tremiscat Where all the Graces with joint force engage Sedibus, & magnum agnoscat Natura Parentem, To stem th’impetuous follies of the age:
Dum rates arcana, paruin sententia vulgi Virtue, there deck'd in ever-blooming charms, Ut stet sollicitus, sublimi carinine pandit! With such resistless rays of beauty warms, Qualis verborum pompa ! ut ruit ore profundo That Vice, abash'd, confounded, skulks away, Fervidus, ingenii caleat cum Spiritus ingens ! As night retires at dawn of rosy day.
Nec minor incedis, tragico indignusve cothurno, Struck with his guilt, the hardy atheist dreads Dum tuus Arabicos Phocyas ruit acer in hostes, Approaching Fate, and trembles as he reads: Quis non æquales toto sub pectore flammas Vanquish'd by Reason, yet asham'd to fly, Concipit, & simili laudis fervescit amore! He dares not own a God, nor yet deny:
O qualis lingur divina potentia! quali Convinc'd, though late, forgiveness he implores; Arte trahis faciles aniinos, seu pectora flecti Shrinks from the jaws of Hell, and Heaven adares. Dura jubes, & pulchrie acuis virtutis honore; Hither the wild, the frolic, and the gay,
Sive intus placidos Eudocia concitet ignes; As thoughtless thro' their wanton rounds they stray, Ah nimium, nimium infelix Eudocia! quem non Compell'd by Fame, repair with curious eye, Sors tua sæva movet? madidi vectigal ocelli And their own various forms with wonder spy. Quis neget? infaustos quis non deploret amores? The censor so polite, so kindly true,
O semper damnata pati fata aspera virtus! They see their faults, and sicken at the view. At tibi quis sensus, quæ mens, Eudocia, cum jam Hence trifling Damon ceases to be vain;
Extrahit infixam Phocyas tua flamma sagittam, And Cloe scorns to give her lover pain:
Securus fati, vitamque ex vulnere fundit? Strephon is true, who ne'er was true before; Quis satis ingenium comnis miretur Abudæ? And Celia bids him love, but not adore.
Quam piger ad pænas, miseruinque benignus in Thongh Addison and Steele the honour claim, Exemplar vel Christianis imitabile, inores (hostem! Here to stand foremost on the list of fame;
Digni etiam meliore fide! O quam, nube remotâ Yet still the traces of thy hand we see,
Erroris, tanti eniteant pietatis honores! Some of the brightest thoughts are due to thee. Sed quid ego plura hic laudare nitentia pergam? While then for those illustrious bards we mourn, Tota nitet, pulchro tota ordine fabrica surgit, The Muse shall visit thy distinguish'd urn; Et delectamur passim, passiinque monemur. With copious tears bedew the sacred ground,
E. Coll. Mert.
L. DUNCOMBE. And plant the never-fading bay around.
Oxon. Here through the gloom, aspiring bards, explore
Amabilis juvenis, hujus carminis author, These awful relics, and be vain no more:
Obiit 26 Decem. 1730); anno ætatis 19.
-Nox atra caput tristi circumvolat umbrâ.
MEMORY OF MR. HUGHES.
SPOKEN BY MR, MILWARD, ON THE REVIVAL OF THE
SIEGE OF DAMASCUS, AT THE THCATRE ROYAL IN
DRURY-LANE, 22 MARCH, 1734-5.
Here force and fancy, with united charms,
Mingle the sweets of love with war's alarms.
Our author shows, in eastern pomp array'd, OCCIDIT heu nimium fato sublatus acerbo, The conquering hero, and the constant maid. Mecidit Aonidum decus ille dolorque sororum!
None better knew such noble heights to soar, Quæ te, magne, tuis rapuit sors aspera, vates? 'Though Phædra, and though Cato, charm'd before. Quo fugis, ah! nostras nunquam rediturus in oras! En! tibi ferali crinem cinxêre cupresso,
? Hæc & proxima alludunt ad sublima illa au
thoris nostri poemata, quibus tituli, Hymnus ad • Alluding to the Spectators written by Mr. Hughes. I Creatorem Mundi, & Ecstasis.
PROLOGUE TO THE
While in the lustre of his glowing lines,
While he, like his own Phocyas, snatch'd from viowy Th’ Arabian Paradise so gaily shines,
To fairer realms with ripen'd glory flew. With winy rivers, racy fruits, supply'd,
Humane, though witty; humble, though admir'd; And beauties sparkling in immortal pride,
Wept by the great, the virtuous sage expir'd! Gallants, you'll own, that a resistless fire
Still may the bard, beneath kind planets born, Did justly their enamour'd breasts inspire. Whom every Grace and every Muse adorn,
At first a numerous audience crown'd this play, Whose spreading fame has reach'd to foreign lands And kind applauses mark'd its happy way,
Receive some tribute too from British hands.
THE TRIUMPH OF PEACE.
But once such differing beauty met before,
When warrior Mars did Love's bright queen adore; OCCASIONED BY THE PEACE OF RYSWICK, pen Love's bright queen might seem less winning 1697. Ind Mars submit to his heroic air.
hdet Jove himself, imperial Jove, can show HEAR, Britain, hear a rough unpractis'd tongue, VA nobler mien, or more undaunted brow, Though rough my voice, the Muse inspires the song! When his strong arm, thro' Heav'n's ethereal plains, The heaven-born Muse; ev'n now she springs her Compels the kindled bolt, and awful rule maintains flight,
And now embark'd they seek the British Isles. And bears my raptur'd soul through untrac'd realms Pleas'd with the charge, propitious Ocean smiles. We mount aloft, and, in our airy way, (of light. Before, old Neptune smooths the liquid way; Retiring kingdoms far beneath survey.
Obsoquious Tritons on the surface play; Amid the rest a spacious tract appears,
And sportful dolphins, with a nimble glance, Obscure in view, and on its visage wears
To the bright Sun their glittering scales advance. Black hovering mists, which, thickening by degrees, In oozy beds profound the billows sleep, Extend a low'ring storm o'er earth and seas. No clamorous winds awake the silent deep; But, lo! an eastern light, arising high,
Rebuk'd, they whisper in a gentle breeze,
Say who, and what, the bright attendants were!
Of various states, the various bounds appear; A cornucopia fill'd her weaker hand,
Charg'd with the various offspring of the land,
The show, and, squeezing clusters as he pass'd,
Apollo too was there; behind him hung
He touch'd his golden lyre, and thus he sung.
Ah, charming Isle! fairest of all the main ! War, that fierce lion, long disdaining law,
Rang'd uncontrol'd, and kept the world in awe,
While trembling kingdoms crouch'd beneath his paw. And, lo! a blooming virgin in his hand!
At last the reeling monster, drunk with gore, All hail, celestial pair !-a goddess she,
Falls at thy feet subdu'd, and quells his roar; Of heavenly birth confest, a more than mortal, be! Tamely to thee he bends his shaggy mane, Victorious laurels on his brows he wears;
And on his neck admits the long-rejected chain. Th' attending fair a branching olive bears; At thy protecting court, for this blest day, Slender her shape, in silver bands confin'd; Attending nations their glad thanks shall pay: Her snowy garments loosely flow behind,
Not Belgia, and the rescued işle alone, Rich with embroider'd stars, and ruffle in the wind. But Europe shall ber great deliverer own.
Rome's mighty grandeur was not more confest, So, when by just degrees, th' Eternal Thought
COURT OF NEPTUNE.
wreath'd! Let speaking Paint in various tablets show
1699. Past scenes of battle to the crowd below! Round this triumphant pile, in rustic dance,
ADDRESSED TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE
CHARLES MONTAGUE, ESQ.
Of Albion's priuce conducted o'er the main;
Of courts conceal'd in wares, and Neptune's watery No more for want of hands th' unlabour'd field, Chok'd with rank weeds, a sickly crop shall yield:
Sing, froin beneath, how the green deity (reign; C Im Peace returns; behold her shining train!
Rose to the sovereign of the British sea; And fruitful Plenty is restor'd again."
To power confess'd, the triple mace resign'd,
O'er-rul'd the floods, and charg'd the rebel wind; Apollo ceas'dThe Muses take the sound, From voice to voice th' harmonious notes rebound,
Secur'd his passage homeward, and restorid, And echoing lyres transmit the volant fugue around! Safe to the loveliest isle, the best-lov'd lord. Meanwhile the steady bark, with prosperous gales, Been fam'd in verse, and grac'd the poet's song;
The generous name of Montague has long
In verse, himself can happy wonders do,
The best of patrons, and of poets too. Like swarming bees, th' assembled Britons stand,
Amid the skilful choir that court his car, And press to see their welcome sovereign land:
If he vouchsafe these ruder lays to hear, At his approach, unruly transport reigns
His bright example, while to him I sing, (wing, In every breast, and rapture fires their veins.
Shall raise my feeble flight, and mcpnt me on the A general shout succeeds, as when on high
On Albion's eastern coast, an ancient town Exploded thunder rends the vaulted sky.
O’erlooks the sca, to mariners well known; A short convulsion shakes the solid shore,
Where the swift Stourus' ends his snaky train, And rocks th' adjacent deep, unmor'd before; Loud acclamations through the valleys ring,
And pays his watery tribute to the main : While to Augusta's wall the crowd attend their king. Two fertile counties in its course divides,
Stourus, whose stream, prolific as it glides, And now behold a finish'd temple & rise,
And rolls to seaward with a lover's pace: On lofty pillars climbing to the skies!
There beauteous Orwell meets his fond embrace; Of bulk stupendous, its proud pile it rears,
They mix their amorous streams, the briny tide The gradual product of successive years.
Receives them join'd; their crooked shores provide An inner gate, that folds with iron leaves,
A spacious bay within, for anchor'd ships to ride. The charm'd spectator's entering steps receives,
Here, on the margin of the rolling flood, Where curious works in twisted stems are seen
Divinely fair, like sea-born Venus, stood Of branching foliage, vacuous between.
Britannia's Genius, in a robe array'd O'er this a vocal organ, mounted high
Of broider'd arms, and heraldry display'd : On marble columns, strikes the wondering eye;
A crown of cities charg'd her graceful brows; And feeds at once two senses with delight,
In waving curls her hair luxuriant flows; Sweet to the ear, and splendid to the sight.
Celestial glories in her eyes are seen; Marble the floor, enrich'd with native stains
Her stature tall, majestic is her mien. Of various dye, and streak'd with azure veins.
With such a presence, through th'adoring skies Ev'n emulous Art with Nature seems to strive,
Shines the great parent of the deities; And the carv'd figures almost breathe and live;
Such towery honours on her temples rise,
When, drawn by lions, she proceeds in state;
Trains of attendant-gods around her chariot wait;
The mother-goddess, with superior grace, Religion, Liberty, and Peace, embrace;
Surveys, and numbers o'er her bright immortal race. Here joyful crowds their pious thanks express,
While thus the lovely Genius hovers o'er
The water's brink, and from the sandy shore
9 Harwich. • The choir of St. Paul's was first opened on the "The river Stoure, that runs between Suffolk and day of thanksgiving for the peace.