On Alexander's Feaft, or the power of mufic. An ode.

From Mr Pope's Effay on Criticism, line 376 viii

POEMS on feveral Occafions.

Heroic Stanzas on the Death of Oliver Cromwell,

written after his funeral

Aftraea Redux. A poem on the happy Restoration

and return of his facred Majefty, Charles II.

1660

A Panegyric on the Coronation of King Charles II.

1660

I

18

To the Lord Chancellor Hyde, prefented on New

Years-Day, 1662

22

Annus Mirabilis: The Year of Wonders, 1666. An

historical poem

Threnodia Auguftalis: A funeral Pindaric poem, fa-

cred to the happy memory of King Charles II.

Britannia Rediviva: A poem on the Prince, born

on the roth June 1688.

29

96

114

Satire upon the Dutch. Written in the year 1662 127

Mac Flecknoe

129

Religio Laici; or, a Layman's Faith. A poem. 205

[vii]

VERSES in praise of Mr DRYDEN.

From Mr ADDISON's Account of the English Poets.

UT fee where artful Dryden next appears,

Brown old in rhime, but charming e'en in years.

Great Dryden next! whofe tuneful mufe affords
The sweetest numbers, and the fittest words.
Whether in comic founds, or tragic airs

She forms her voice, fhe moves our fmiles and tears.
If fatire or heroic ftrains the writes,

Her hero pleases, and her fatire bites.

From her no harsh, unartful numbers fall,
She wears all dreffes, and fhe charms in all :
How might we fear our English poetry,
That long has flourish'd, fhould decay in thee;
Did not the Mufes other hope appear,
Harmonicus Congreve, and forbid our fear!
Congreve! whofe fancy's unexhausted store
Have giv'n already much, and promis'd more.
Congreve shall still preferve thy fame alive;
And Dryden's Mufe fhall in his friend furvive.

H

On ALEXANDER'S FEAST; or, The Power of Mufic. An Ode.

From Mr POPE'S ESSAY on CRITICISM, line 376.

EAR how Timotheus' vary'd lays surprise,

Hand bid alternate pallions fall and wife

While, at each change, the fon of Libyan Jove
Now burns with glory, and then melts with love:
Now his fierce eyes with sparkling fury glow,
Now fighs steal out, and tears begin to flow.
Perfians and Greeks like turns of nature found,
And the world's victor stood fubdu'd by found.
The pow'r of music all our hearts allow,
And what Timotheus was, is Dryden now.