Not so, when Greece's chief, by Heav'n inspir'd, Regardless of the glorious prize, He durft not meet with hostile eyes; Soon as the hero by his martial strains Like fame the brave contagion ran : And catches on from man to man! With different movements fraught, where Maro's lays In Beauty's and in Glory's bloom, And rapt into an early tomb! But Rome's high empress felt the greatest smart, So well the hero's portraiture he drew, And, in description, bleed anew : Thus numbers once did human breasts controul! Ah! where dwells now such empire o'er the soul? Transported by harmonious lays, The mind is melted down, or burns : With joy o'er Windsor Forest strays, Or grieves when Eloisa mourns. Still the same ardour kindles every line, And our own Pope is now, what Virgil was, divinç. END OF THE THIRD VOLUME. C O N T E N T S. VOL. III. Page. 1 CON 13 14 17 20 23 26 34 36 53 58 64 71 86 ONJUGAL Felicity On the Birth of a First Child 302 1 Elegy written among the Ruins of Pontefra& Cakle Nobleman 227 278 280 396 494 |