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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
Who caus'd his care,
And figh’d and look’d, figh'd and look’d,
Sigh'd

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 :
A louder yet, and yet a louder ftrain.
Break his bands of sleep afunder,
And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder.

Hark! hark! the horrid found
Has rais’d up his head ;
As awak'd from the dead

And amaz’d, he ftares around.
Revenge, revenge, TIMOTHEUS cries,

See the FURIES arise :
See the snakes that they rear,

How they hiss in their hair
And the sparkles that flash from their eyes !

Behold a ghastly band,

Each a torch in his hand !
These are GRECIAN ghosts, that in battle were slain,

And unbury'd remain
Inglorious on the plain :
Give the vengeance due

To the valiant crew.
Behold! how they toss their torches on high,

How they point to the PERSIAN abodes,
And glitt'ring temples of their hoftile gods.-

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,
Ere heaving bellows learn’d to blow,
While organs yet were mute;
TIMOTHEUS, to his breathing flute,

And sounding lyre,
Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle foft defire.

At laft divine CECILIA came,

Inventress of the vocal frame;
The sweet enthusiast, from her facred store,

Enlarg’d the former narrow bounds,

And added length to solemn sounds,
With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before.

Let old TIMOTHEUs yield the prize,
Or both divide the crown;
He rais'd a mortal to the skies;
She drew an angel down.

DIANA.
UEEN and huntress, chaste and fair,
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Seated in thy silver car,
State in wonted manner keep.

Hesperus entreats thy light,

Goddess excellently bright.
Earth, let not thy envious shade

Dare itself to interpofe ;
Cynthia's shining orb was made
Heav'n to clear, when day did close;

Bless us then with wished fight,

Goddess excellently bright.
Lay thy bow of pearl apart,

Ånd thy chryftal fhining quiver ;
Give unto the flying hart,
Space to breathe, how short foever:
That thou mak'st a day of night,
Goddess excellently bright

my head,

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,
A thing more important than dainties and pelf;
For it signifies little how clever the plan,
If the source of enjoyment be not in the MAN.
Unambitious by nature, pacific and cool,
I have not many turbulent passions to rule,
And, when rightly matur’d by reflection and age,
I may put on the semblance, at least, of a fage.
But let me beware left I fink, in the close,
Too soon in the arms of lethargic repose,
My heart void of feeling, of fancy my head,
And to each warın emotion as cold as the dead.
O sweet sensIBILITY! foul of the soul!
Ill purchas’d the wisdom that thee niuft controul :
Of thy kindly spirit when once we're bereft,
In life there is nothing worth living for left.
Then let it be ever the chief of my art
To foster a generous glow in my heart;
Give way to effusions of friendship and love,
And the palsy of age from my bosom remove.
My boys and their spouses, my girl and her mate,
Shall come when they please, and ne'er knock at

the gate;

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,
That cheerfulness ever my breaft Thould inspire ;
Let my purse become light, and my liquor run dry,
So my stock of good spirits hold out till I die.
I have nothing to ask in the finishing scene
But a conscience approving, a bosom serene,
To rise from life's banquet a fatisfied guest,
Thank the Lord of the feast, and in hope go to rest.

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,
With head reclin'd upon his breaft,

Sat toying by his fide.
Stretch'd at his feet, in happy state,

A fav’rite dog was laid;
By whom a little sportive cat,

In wanton humour, play’d.
CLARINDA's hand he gently press’d,

She stole an am'rous kiss,
And blushing, modestly confess'd

The fulness of her bliss.
PALEMON, with a heart elate,

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.

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