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Lovely THAIS fits beside thee,
Take the good the Gods provide thee.The many rend the skies with loud applause; SO LOVE was crown'd, but MUSIC won the cause. The PRINCE, unable to conceal his pain,
Gaz'd on the fair
and look’d, and figh’d again : At length, with love and wine at once oppress’d, The vanquish'd victor funk upon her breast.
Now strike the golden lyre again :
Hark! hark! the horrid found
And amaz’d, he ftares around.
See the FURIES arise :
How they hiss in their hair
Behold a ghastly band,
Each a torch in his hand !
And unbury'd remain
To the valiant crew.
How they point to the PERSIAN abodes,
The princes applaud, with a furious joy; And the king seiz'da flambeau, with zeal to destroy;
Thais led the way,
To light him to his prey, And, like another HELEN,
fir'd another TROY.
Thus, long ago,
And sounding lyre,
At laft divine CECILIA came,
Inventress of the vocal frame;
Enlarg’d the former narrow bounds,
And added length to solemn sounds,
Let old TIMOTHEUs yield the prize,
Hesperus entreats thy light,
Goddess excellently bright.
Dare itself to interpofe ;
Bless us then with wished fight,
Goddess excellently bright.
Ånd thy chryftal fhining quiver ;
A WISH. THOUGH time has not sprinkled his frost on Yet some of its blossoming honours are shed; And I hope I remember, without being told, If we live long enough, that we all muft grow old. So let me set down in a humour for musing, Since nothing is easier than wishing and chusing, And gravely consider what life I'd commence, Should I reach to some fifteen or twenty years
hence. The young ones swarm’d out, and all likely to
thrive, And something still left to maintain the old hive; I'd retire with my dame to a vill of my own, Where we'd nestle together, like DARBY and JOAN. On the Rope of a hillock be plac'd my retreat, With a wood at the back, and a stream at its feet; In front be a meadow, rich, verdant, and
gay, Where my horse and a cow may find palture and
hay. A garden, besure, I must not be without, With walls or high hedges well fenc'd all about, All blushing with
fruit, and all fragrant with flowers, With dry gravel walks, and with sweet shady
bowers. For my house, if 'tis lightsome and roomy and
warm, Fit to take in a friend, and to keep out a storm, I care not a straw whether brick, stone, or plaster; And if 'tis old-fashion’d, why so is the master. Of poultry and pigeons 'tis needless to speak, How my geese they shall cackle, my sucking-pigs
squeak; All this is essential to good country fare; And ’tis not iny intention to live upon air.
So much for externals ;-and now to myself,
And at CHRISTMAS we'll revel in mirth and good
cheer, Tho' we live poorer for it the rest of the year. An old friend from the town shall sometimes take
a walk, And spend the day with me in sociable talk; We'll discuss knotty matters, compare what we've
read, And, warm’d with a bottle, move gaily to bed. When ev’nings grow long, and we're gloomy at
home, To vary the scene,’mongst my neighbours I'll roam; See how the world passes, collect all the news, And return with a load of new books and reviews,
In short, 'tis the sum of my wish and defire,
THE HAPPY FIRE-SIDE. THE hearth was clean, and the fire clear,
The kettle on for tea; PALEMON, in his elbow chair,
As bless'd as man could be. CLARINDA, who his heart possess’d,
And was his new-made bride,
Sat toying by his fide.
A fav’rite dog was laid;
In wanton humour, play’d.
She stole an am'rous kiss,
The fulness of her bliss.
Pray'd to almighty Jove, That it might ever be his fate,
Just fo to live, and love. Be this eternity, he cry'd,
And let no more be giv'n; Continue thus, my lov'd FIRE-SIDE, I'll alk no other heav'n.