Noble and young, who strikes the heart

With ev'ry sprightly, ev'ry decent part; Equal, the injur'd to defend,

To charm the Mistress, or to fix the Friend. He, with a hundred Arts refin'd,

Shall ftretch thy conquests over half the kind : To him each Rival shall submit,

Make but his Riches equal to his Wit. Then shall thy Form the Marble grace,

(Thy Grecian Form) and Chloe lend the Face: His House, embosom'd in the Grove,

Sacred to focial life and focial love, Shall glitter o'er the pendent green,

Where Thames reflects the vifionary scene:

Thither, the filver founding lyres

Shall call the fmiling Loves, and young Defires;

There, ev'ry Grace and Muse shall throng,
Exalt the dance, or animate the fong;

Comiffabere Maximi;

Si torrere jecur quaeris idoneum. Namque et nobilis, et decens,

Et pro folicitis non tacitus reis,

Et centum puer artium,

Late figna feret militiae tuae.

Et, quandoque potentior

Largis muneribus riferit aemuli,

Albanos prope te lacus

Ponet marmoream fub trabe citrea.

Illic plurima naribus

Duces thura; lyraque et Berecynthiae

Delectabere tibia

Mixtis carminibus, non fine fistula.

There Youths and Nymphs, in confort gay,
Shall hail the rifing, close the parting day.
With me, alas! thofe joys are o'er ;

For me, the vernal garlands bloom no more.
Adieu! fond hope of mutual fire,

The ftill-believing, ftill-renew'd defire; Adieu! the heart-expanding bowl,

And all the kind Deceivers of the foul! But why? ah tell me, ah too dear!

Steals down my cheek th' involuntary Tear? Why words fo flowing, thoughts fo free,

Stop, or turn nonsense, at one glance of thee? Thee, dreft in Fancy's airy beam,

Abfent I follow thro' th' extended Dream; Now, now I cease, I clasp thy charms,

And now you burst (ah cruel!) from my arms; And swiftly fhoot along the Mall,

Or foftly glide by the Canal,

Now shown by Cynthia's filver ray,

And now, on rolling waters fnatch'd away.

Illic bis pueri die

Numen cum teneris virginibus tuum Laudantes, pede candido

In morem Salium ter quatient humum.

Me nec femina, nec puer

Jam, nec fpes animi credula mutui,

Nec certare juvat mero,

Nec vincire novis tempora floribus.

Sed cur, heu! Ligurine, cur

Manat rara meas lacrymo per genas?

Cur facunda parum decoro

Inter verba cadit lingua filentio?

Nocturnis te ego fomniis

Jam captum tenco, jam volucrem fequor

Te per gramina Martii

Campi, te per aquas, dure, volubiles.

Part of the NINTH ODE

Of the FOURTH BOOK.

A FRAGMENT.

LEST you fhould think that verfe fhall die,
Which founds the Silver Thames along,

Taught on the wings of Truth to fly
Above the reach of vulgar fong;

Tho' daring Milton fits fublime,
In Spenser native Muses play;
Nor yet shall Waller yield to time,
Nor penfive Cowley's moral lay-

Sages and Chiefs long fince had birth
Ere Cæfar was, or Newton nam'd;

These rais'd new Empires o'er the Earth,

And Thofe, new Heav'ns and Systems fram'd.

NE forte credas interitura, quae
Longe fonantem natus ad Aufidum
Non ante vulgatas per artes

Verba loquor focianda chordis ;

Non, fi priores Maeonius tenet
Sedes Homerus, Pindaricae latent
Ceaeque, et Alcaei minaces
Stefichorique graves Camenae :

Nec, fi quid olim lufit Anacreon,
Delevit aetas: fpirat adhuc amor,
Vivuntque commiffi calores

Aeoliae fidibus puellae.

Vain was the Chief's, the Sage's pride!
They had no Poet, and they died.
In vain they schem'd, in vain they bled!
They had no Poet, and are dead.

Vixere fortes ante Agamemnona
Multi; fed omnes illacrymabiles
Urgentur ignotique longa
Nocte, carent quia vate facro.

MISCELLANIE S.