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nd fhall the British lyre be mute,

Nor thrill through all its trembling firings,
With oaten reed, and paftoral flute,

Whilft every vale refponfive rings?
To him we pour the grateful lay,

Who makes the feafon doubly gay :
For whom, fo late, our lifted eyes
With tears befought the pitying skies,
And won the cherub Health to crown
A nation's prayer, and eafe that breaft
Which feels all forrows but its own,
And feeks, by blefling to be blefs'd.
Fled are all the ghaftly train,
Writhing Pain, and pale Difeafe;
Joy refumes his wonted reign,

The fun-beams mingle with the breeze,

And his own month, which Health's gay livery wears,
On the sweet profpect imiles of long fucceeding years.

ODE for his Majesty's Birtb-day; written by Benjamin Victor, Esq; and performed at the Castle of Dublin.

On the departure for England of her Serene Highness the Princess CHARLOTTE of Mecklenburg Strelitz, betrothed to his Britannic Majefty.

An ODE, tranflated from the German of Mrs. Karfch, or Durbach. in APOLLO, yon azure skies,

His radiant car delays,

And floops with pleasure and furprize

On Britain's queen to gaze.

For an account of this celebrated German poetefs, fee this vol. p. 42. above is the first specimen of her works that has yet appeared in English verfe.

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Elbe's

Elbe's banks are crowded, while his flood
With fhips is cover'd o'er ;

She, with a look benign and good,
Departing, views the fhore.

Her fmiles, whene'er fhe paffes by,
Amidft our grief impart
Delight to each admiring eye,

And rapture to each heart.

With gold the burnifh'd galley glow'd,

All gorgeous to the view,

Which Egypt's queen down Cydnus row'd, The Roman to fubdue.

Yet fhe, tho' fair, deferv'd far lefs

The homage of mankind;

Humanity and nature drefs
Our Charlotte's fairer mind.

Her gallant navy thro' the main
Now cleaves its liquid way:
There to their queen a chofen train,
Of nymphs due rev'rence pay.

Europa, when convey'd by Jove
To Crete's diftinguish'd fhore,
Greater attention fcarce could prove,
Or be respected more.

Around are fportive dolphins feen,
And wondering Neptune cries,
She rivals Pallas in her mien,
"And Juno in her eyes."

The billows murmur hymns of praise,
Their fhells the Tritons found.

"How muft the fceptre which the sways

(They fing) with blifs be crown'd'!”

Th' Almighty ruler of the fphere

Reftrains each boift'rous wind;
The fky, the furges, all appear
Unruffled, like her mind.

Germania's wish, Germania's prayer,
Borne by propicious gales,

To England's coafts her way prepare,
And speed her flying fails.

On the Death of Prince HENRY of Brunswick, killed in Weftphalia, July 20, 1761.

An ODE, tranflated from the German of the fame Lady.

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Written by Bishop ATTERBURY.

EVOTUM ut cordi fenfit fub pectore ferrum
Immoto Harlæus faucius ore ftetit ;

Dum tamen huic lætâ gratatur voce Senatus,
Confufus fubito pallor in ore ftetit;

O pudor! O virtus! partes quam dignus utraque
Suftinuit, vultu difpare, laude pari.