-e the Sibyls books this year foretold, Some myftic Leaf was feen inroll'd,

me, turn thy mournful eyes from Afric's fhore, in her fands thy Cato's tomb explore!

ben thrice fix hundred times the circling Sun s annual race fall thro' the Zodiac run,

Ifle remote his monument shall rear,

d ev'ry gen'rous Briton pay a tear.

J. HUGHES.

HAT do we fee! is Cato then become
A greater name in Britain than in Rome?

ankind now admire his virtues more,
ucan, Horace, Virgil wrote before?
ill Pofterity this truth explain?
begins to live in Anna's reign :
rld's great chiefs, in council or in arms,
our lines with more exalted charms;
us deeds in diftant nations wrought,
rtues by departed Heroes taught,
your foul a pure immortal flame,
our life, and confecrate your fame;
renown all ages you fubdue,

efar fought, and Cato bled for you.

s College,

con,

EDWARD YOUNG.

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IS nobly done thus to enrich the flage,

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And raife the thoughts of a degenerate age,
To show, how endless joys from freedom spring:
How life in bondage is a worthless thing.
The inborn greatness of your foul we view,
You tread the paths frequented by the few.
With fo much frength you write, and fo much safe,
Virtue, and fenfe! bow durft you hope to please?
Tet crowds the fentiments of every line
Impartial clap'd, and own'd the work divine.

Even the four Critics, who malicious came,
Eager to cenfure, and refolv'd to blame,
Finding the Hero regularly rife,

Great, while he lives, but greater when he dies,
Sullen approv'd, too obftinate to melt,

And ficken'd with the pleafures, which they felt.
Not fo the Fair their passions secret kept,
Silent they heard, but as they heard, they wept,
When gloriously the blooming Marcus dy'd,
And Cato told the Gods, I'm fatisfy'd,

See! how your lays the British youth inflame!
They long to fhoot, and ripen into fame;
Applauding theatres diflurb their reft,
And unborn Cato's heave in every breaft ;

Their

Stly dreams their daily thoughts repeat, ▪ high with fancy'd glories beat. 'd to view the Marathonian poils, - Themiftocles vow'd equal toils; bis fchemes of future bonours draw long triumphs which with tears he saw.

hall I your unrival'd worth proclaim, =he Spreading circle of your fame! you the great William's praise rehearse, t Britannia's joys in Roman verfe. -d at diftance foft, inchanting frains, ooming mountains, and Italian Plains. Began in English dress to fhine,

e, his looks, his grandeur fill divine. im too foon unfriendly you withdrew, ught the tuneful Ovid to our view. be delightful theme of every tongue, mortal Marl'brough was your daring fɔng lime to clime the mighty victor flew, -lime to clime as fwiftly you pursue ; with the Hero's glow'd the Poet's flame, with his conquefts you enlarg'd your fame. Bouudlefs raptures here the Mufe could fwell, ➡ your Rosamond for ever dwell:

opening fweets, and every fragrant flower iant smile, a never-fading bower.

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Next, human follies kindly to expofe,

You change from numbers, but not fink in profe:
Whether in vifionary scenes you play,

Refine our taftes, or laugh our crimes away.

Now, by the buskin'd Mufe you fhine confeft,
The Patriot kindles in the Poet's breast.
Such energy of fenfe might pleasure raise,
Tho' unembellish'd with the charms of phrafe:

Such charms of phrafe would with fuccess be crown'd,
Tho' nonfenfe flow'd in the melodious found.
The chafteft Virgin needs no blushes fear,
The Learn'd themselves, not uninftructed, bear.
The Libertine, in pleasures us'd to roll,
And idly port with an immortal foul,

Here comes, and by the virtuous Heathen taught,
Turns pale, and trembles at the dreadful thought.

When e'er you traverfe vaft Numidia's plains,
What fluggish Briton in his Ifle remains ?
When Juba feeks the Tiger with delight,
We beat the thicket, and provoke the fight.
By the defcription warm'd, we fondly fweat,
And in the chilling Eaft-wind pant with heat.
What
eyes behold not, how the stream refines,
'Till by degrees the floating mirrour shines?
While burricanes in circling eddies play,

Tear up the fands, and fweep whole plains away.

We

nk with horror, and confefs our fear,
the fudden founding ruine bear.

urple robes, diftain'd with blood, deceive,
-ke poor Marcia beautifully grieve,
Se her fecret thoughts no more conceals,
the woman, and her flame reveals,
ay the Prince exult with noble pride,
his Libyan crown, but Roman bride.

I in vain on fingle features dwell, all the parts of the fair piece excell. the flore, fa dubious is the feast,

w not, which to pass, or which to tafte. ining incidents fo juftly fall,

ay the whole new scenes of transport call.
ewellers confound our wandring eyes,
with variety of gems furprise.

Saphires, here the Sardian Stone is feen,
Copaz yellow, and the Jasper green.
fly Brilliant there, confus'dly bright,
numerous furfaces darts trembling light.
ifferent colours mingling in a blaze,
we ftand, unable where to praife,
=afure Sweetly loft ten thousand ways.

ty College, mbridge.

L. EUSDIN.

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