EEEEEEEEEEE DEDICATION. то Dr. PARNELL'S POEMS. By the fame. To the Right Honourable Robert, Earl of Oxford, and Earl Mortimer. (UCH were the notes, thy once-lov'd Poet fung, 'Till death untimely ftop'd his tuneful tongue. Oh just beheld, and loft! admir'd, and mourn'd With fofteft manners, gentleft arts, adorn'd Bleft in each science, bleft in ev'ry strain! Dear to the Mufe, to Harley dear in vain! For him thou oft haft bid the world attend, Fond to forget the ftatefman in the friend; For Swift and him, defpis'd the farce of ftate, The fober follies of the wife and great; Dextrous, Dextrous, the craving, fawning crowd to quit, And pleas'd to 'fcape from flattery to wit.. (A figh the abfent claims, the dead a tear) Recall thofe nights that clos'd thy toilfom days, Still hear thy Parnell in his living lays: Who careless, now, of int'reft, fame, or fate, In vain to defarts thy retreat is made; The mufe attends thee to the filent fhade : 'Tis hers, the brave man's latest steps to trace, Rejudge his acts, and dignify difgrace. When int'reft calls off all her fneaking train, When all th' oblig'd defert, and all the vain; She waits, or to the fcaffold, or the cell, When the laft ling'ring friend has bid farewel Ev'n now, fhe fhades thy evening walk with bays, (No hireling the, no prostitute to praise) Ev'n now obfervant of the parting ray, Eyes the calm fun-fet of thy various day, Sept. 25. то TWO CHORU S'S TO THE Tragedy of Brutus, Not yet Publick. Chorus of Athenians. Strophe 1. E fhades, where facred truth is fought; YR Where heav'nly vifions Plato fir'd, And godlike Zeno lay infpir'd! War, War, horrid war, your thoughtful walks invades, Oh heav'n-born fifters! fource of art! Who charm the fenfe, or mend the heart; To what new clime, what distant sky, Say, will ye blefs the bleak Atlantic shore, Strophe z When Athens finks by fates unjuft, An Athens rifing near the pole! Till fome new tyrant lifts his purple hand, And civil madness tears them from the land. Antiftrophe 2. Ye Gods! what juftice rules the ball? Freedom and arts together fall; Fools |