VII.

The scene then chang'd, with bold erected look

Our martial king the fight with reverence ftrook :

For not content to exprefs his outward part,
Her hand call'd out the image of his heart: 130
His warlike mind, his foul devoid of fear,
His high-designing thoughts were figur'd
there,

As when, by magic, ghofts are made appear.
Our phoenix queen was pourtray'd too fo

bright,

Beauty alone could beauty take fo right: 135
Her drefs, her fhape, her matchless grace,
Were all obferv'd, as well as heavenly face.
With fuch a peerless majefty fhe ftands,
As in that day she took the crown from facred
hands:

Before a train of heroines was feen,

In beauty foremost, as in rank, the queen.
Thus nothing to her genius was deny'd,
But like a ball of fire the further thrown,

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Still with a greater blaze fhe fhone, And her bright foul broke out on every fide. 145 What next she had defign'd, heaven only knows: To fuch immoderate growth her conqueft rofe, That fate alone its progrefs could oppofe.

VIII.

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Now all thofe charms, that blooming grace, The well-proportion'd shape, and beauteous face, Shall never more be seen by mortal eyes; In earth the much-lamented virgin lies. Not wit, nor piety could fate prevent; Nor was the cruel destiny content To finish all the murder at a blow, To sweep at once her life, and beauty too; But, like a harden'd felon, took a pride

To work more mifchievously flow, And plunder'd first, and then destroy'd. O double facrilege on things divine, To rob the relick, and deface the shrine! But thus Orinda dy'd:

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Heaven, by the fame disease, did both tranflate;

As equal were their fouls, fo equal was their fate.

IX.

Mean-time her warlike brother on the seas 165 His waving ftreamers to the winds difplays, And vows for his return, with vain devotion, pays.

Ver. 162. But thus Orinda dy'd:] The matchless Orinda, Mrs. Katherine Philips, was author of a book of poems published in folie, and wrote feveral other things. She died alfo of the fmall-pox in 1664, being only thirty-two years of age. She was a woman of an indifferent appearance; but of great virtue, taste, and erudition, which endeared her to the first people of the age. The Duke of Ormond, the Earls of Orrery and Rofcommon, Lady Corke, &c. Mr. Dryden, Mr. Cowley, &c. &c. were all her friends. DERRICK.

Ah, generous youth, that wish forbear,

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The winds too foon will waft thee here!
Slack all thy fails, and fear to come,
Alas, thou know'ft not, thou art wreck'd at
home!

No more fhalt thou behold thy fifter's face,
Thou haft already had her laft embrace.
But look aloft, and if thou ken'st from far
Among the Pleiads a new-kindled ftar,
If any sparkles than the rest more bright;
'Tis the that shines in that propitious light.

X.

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When in mid-air the golden trump shall found,

To raise the nations under ground:
When in the valley of Jehofophat,

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The judging God fhall close the book of fate;
And there the laft affizes keep,

For those who wake, and those who sleep:
When rattling bones together fly,

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From the four corners of the sky; When finews o'er the skeletons are spread, Those cloth'd with flesh, and life inspires the dead;

The facred poets first shall hear the found,

And foremost from the tomb shall bound, For they are cover'd with the lightest ground; And straight, with in-born vigour, on the wing, Like mounting larks, to the new morning fing.

There thou, fweet faint, before the quire fhall go,

As harbinger of heaven, the way to show,

The way which thou fo well haft learnt

below.

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UPON THE DEATH

OF THE

EARL OF DUNDEE.

OH laft and beft of Scots! who didft maintain Thy country's freedom from a foreign reign; New people fill the land now thou art gone, New gods the temples, and new kings the throne.

Scotland and thee did each in other live;

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Nor would'ft thou her, nor could fhe thee fur

vive.

Farewell, who dying didft fupport the state, And couldft not fall but with thy country's fate.

Ver. 1. Oh luft and beft] The conduct and death of this truly valiant chieftain is defcribed with much eloquence and animation in his account of the important battle at Killikranky, by Sir John Dalrymple, in the first volume of his Memoirs. Dundee, being wounded by a musket-ball, rode off the field, defiring his mifchance to be concealed, and fainting, dropped from his horfe; as foon as he was recovered, he defired to be raised, looked to the field, and afked, "How things went?" Being told, "All well;" then faid he, "I am well," and expired. Dr. J. WARTON.