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Their nightly dreams their daily thoughts repeat,.
And pulses high with fancy'd glories beat.
So, griev'd to view the Marathonian spoils,
The young Themiftocles vow'd equal toils;
Did then his schemes of future honours draw
From the long triumphs which with tears he faru.
How shall I your unrivald worth proclaim, Loft in the spreading circle of your fame! We saw you the great William's praise rehearse,, And paint Britannia's joys in Roman verse. We heard at distance soft, enchanting strains, From blooming mountains, and Italian Plains. Virgil began in English dress to shine, His voice, his looks, his grandeur ftill divine. From him too soon unfriendly you withdrew, But brought the tuneful Ovid to our view. Then, the delightful theme of every tongue, Th’immortal Marl'brough was your daring song ; ; From clime to clime the mighty viflor flew, From clime to clime as swiftly you pursue ; Still with the Heroe's glowd the Poet's flame, Still with his conquests you enlarg'd your fame. With boundless raptures here the Muse could frell, And on your Rosamond for ever dwell: There opening sweets, and every fragrant flowers. Luxuriant smile, a never-fading bower..
Next, human follies kindly to expose,
You change from numbers, but not sink in prose:
Whether in vifonary scenes you play,
Refine our tasies, or laugh our crimes away.
Now, by the buskin’d Muse you shine confest,
The Patriot kindles in the Poet's breaft.
Such energy of sense might pleasure raise,
Tho' unembellish'd with the charms of phrase :
Such charms of phrase would with success be crown'd,
Tho' nonsense flow'd in the melodious found.
The chastest Virgin needs no blushes fear,
The Learn'd themselves, not uninstructed, hear.
The Libertine, in pleasures us'd to roul,
And idly Sport with an immortal soul,
Here comes, and by the virtuous Heathen taught,
Turns pale, and trembles at the dreadful thought.
When e'er you traverse vast Numidia's plains,
What sluggish Briton in his Isle remains ?
When Juba seeks the Tiger with delight,
We beat the thicket, and provoke the fight.
By the description warm’d, we fondly sweat,
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 hurricanes in circling eddies play,
Tear up the sands, and sweep whole plains away,
We shrink with horror, and confess our fear,
And all the sudden founding ruine hear.
When purple robes, difain'd with blood, deceive,
And make poor Marcia beautifully grieve,
When she her secret thoughts no more conceals,
Forgets the woman, and her flame reveals,
the Prince exult with noble pride; Not for his Libyan crown, but Roman bride.
But I in vain on single features dwell,
While all the parts of the fair piece excell.
So rich the store, so dubious is the feast,
We know not, which to pass, or which to taste.
The shining incidents so juftly fall,
We may the whole new scenes of transport call.
Thus jewellers confound our wand'ring eyes,
And with variety of gemms surprise. :
Here Saphires, here the Sardian Stone is seen,
The Topaz yellow, and the Jasper green.
The coftly Brilliant there, confus'dly bright,
From numerous surfaces darts trembling light.
The different colours mingling in a blaze,
Silent we stand, unable where to praise,
In pleasure sweetly loft ten thousand ways.
o O long hath Love engross’d Britannia's stage,
And funk to softness all our tragic rage;.
By that alone did empires fall or rife,
And fate depended on a fair one's eyes;
The sweet infection, mixt with dangerous art,
Debas'd our manhood, while it footb’d the heart:
You scorn to raise a grief thy self muf blame,
Nor from our weakness seal a vulgar fame :
A Patriot's fall may juftly melt the mind,
And tears flow nobly, jed for all mankind.
How do our fouls with gen'rous pleasure glow !
Our hearts exulting, while our eyes o’erflow,
When thy firm Hero fands beneath the weight
Of all his sufferings venerably great ;
Rome's poor remains fill Shelt ring by his fide,
With conscious virtae, and becoming pride.
The aged Oak thus rears his head in air, His fap exhausted, and his branches bare ; 'Midf forms and earthquakes he maintains bis ftate, Fixt deop in earth, and faslen'd by his weight. His naked boughs fill lend the shepherds aid, And his old trunk projects an awful shade.
Amidst the joys triumphant peace bestows,
Our Patriots sadden at his glorious woes,
Awhile they let the world's great bus'ness wait,
Anxious for Rome, and figh for Cato's fate.
Here taught how ancient Heroes rose to fame,
Our Britons croud, and catch the Roman flame,
Where fates and senates well might lend an ear,
And Kings and Priests without a bluffs appear.
France boasts no more, but, fearful to engage,
Now first pays homage to her rival's stage,
Haftes to learn thee, and learning shall submit
Alike to British arms, and British wit :
No more she'll wonder, (forc'd to do us right)..
Who think like Romans, could like Romans fght.
Thy Oxford smiles this glorious work to fee,
And fondly triumphs in a son like thee.
The senates, consuls, and the gods of Rome,
Like old acquaintance at their native home,
In thee we find : each deed, each word expresi,
And every thought that swelld a Roman breast.
We trace each hint that could thy soul inspire
With Virgil's judgment, and with Lucan's fire ;
We know thy worth, and, give us leave to boafi,
We most admire, because we know thee moi.