Then shall he shine, a glorious gueft, In the bright mansions of the blest, Where due rewards on Virtue are bestow'd, And reap the golden fruits of what his Autumn fow'd. ASON G. tet tet I. WAY, let nought to love displeasing, Let nought delay the heav'nly bleffing, What though no grants of royal donors What though from Fortune's lavish bounty And be content without excess. VOL. IV. U IV. Still IV. Still fhall each kind returning season For we will live a life of reason, And that's the only life to live. Our name, whilft virtue thus we tender, Through youth and age in love excelling, Sweet fmiling Peace shall crown our dwelling, How fhould I love the pretty creatures, And when with envy Time transported And I go wooing in my boys. The An ODE, written in 1717, on occafion of the Duke of MARLBOROUGH's Apoplexy. I. WEFUL hero, Marlb'rough, rise: Sleepy charms I come to break : Higher turn thy languid eyes: Lo! thy Genius calls; awake! II. Well furvey this faithful plan, Which records thy life's great story; 'Tis a fhort, but crowded span, Full of triumphs, full of glory. III. One by one thy deeds review, Sieges, battles, thick appear; Former wonders, loft in new, Greatly fill each pompous year, This is Blenheim's crimson field, Wet with gore, with slaughter stain’d! Here retiring squadrons yield, And a bloodless wreath is gain'd! V. Ponder in thy godlike mind All the wonders thou haft wrought; Tyrants, from their pride declin'd, Reft thee here, while life may laft: And to own them great and good. VII. But 'tis gone a mortal born! Swift the fading scenes remove Let them pafs with noble scorn, Thine are worlds, which roll above. Poets, prophets, heroes, kings, Pleas'd, thy ripe approach foresee ; Foremost, in the patriot-band, See! he beckons thee away. X. Yonder X. Yonder feats and fields of light Let thy ravish'd thought explore; TRANSLATIONS from HORACE. By Mr. MARRIOTT, of Trinity-Hall, Cambridge. Ο Book I. Ode XVII. Invitation to his Mistress. FT Faunus leaves Arcadia's plain, And to the Sabine hill retreats: He guards my flocks from rushing rain, Where lurks the thyme, or fhrubs appear, My goats no pois'nous ferpent fear, Safe wand'ring through the woodland way. |