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That fing, and finging in their glory move,
And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Now, Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more;
Henceforth thou art the genius of the fhore,
In thy large recompenfe, and fhalt be good.
To all that wander in that perilous flood.

Thus fang the uncouth fwain to th' oaks and rills,
While the ftill morn went out with fandals gray,
He touch'd the tender ftops of various quilis,
With eager thought warbling his Doric lay:
And now the fun had stretch'd out all the hills,
And now was dropt into the western bay ;
At last he rose, and twitch'd his mantle blue;
To-morrow to fresh woods, and pastures new.

XVIII.

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On the new forcers of confcience under the Long

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PARLIAMENT*.

Ecause you have thrown off your prelate Lord,

And with stiff vows renounc'd his Liturgy,

To feife the widow'd whore Plurality

From them whofe fin ye envied, not abhorr'd, Dare ye for this adjure the civil fword

To force our confciences that Christ set free,
And ride us with a claffic hierarchy †
Taught ye by mere A. S. and Rotherford ?

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*This poem is fuppos'd to have been made, when the Directory was established, and difputes ran high between the Prefbyterians and Independents in 1645, the latter pleading for a toleration, and the former against it.

In the Prefbyterian form of government there are congregational, claffical, provincial, and national affemblies.

It is not known who is meant by A. S. Mr. Samuel Rotherford was Profeffor of Divinity at St. Andrew's, and one of the Scotch commiffioners to the Weftminster assembly.

Men whofe life, learning, faith and pure intent
Would have been held in high esteem with Paul, 10
Must now be nam'd and printed Heretics

By fhallow Edwards* and Scotch what d'ye call† :
But we do hope to find out all your ticks,

Your plots and packing worse than those of Trent,
That fo the Parliament

May with their wholefome and preventive fhears
Clip your phylacteries, tho' bauk your ears,

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And fuccour our just fears,

When they shall read this clearly in your charge,
New Presbyter is but Old Priest writ large,

Mr. Thomas Edwards, author of the Gangræna.

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+ Either Mr. Alexander Henderfon or Mr. George Gillespie, both commiffioners to the Westminster affembly,

XIX.

The Fifth ODE of Horace, Lib. I.

Quis multa gracilis te puer in rofa, rendered almost word for word without rhime, according to the Latin measure, as near as the language will permit.

HAT flender youth bedew'd with liquid odors Courts thee on roses in fome pleasant cave, Pyrrha for whom bind'st thou

In wreaths thy golden hair,

Plain in thy neatnefs? O how oft fhall he
On faith and changed Gods complain, and feas
Rough with black winds and ftorms
Unwonted fhall admire!

Who now enjoys thee credulous, all gold,
Who always vacant always amiable

Hopes thee, of flattering gales

Unmindful. Hapless they

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To whom thou untry'd seem'ft fair. Me in
Picture the facred wall declares t' have hung
My dank and dropping weeds

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To the ftern God of fea.

Ad PYRRHAM.

ODE V.

Horatius. ex Pyrrhæ illecebris tanquam è naufragio enataverat, cujus amore irretitos, affirmat effe miferos.

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UIS multa gracilis te puer in rofæ
Perfufus liquidis urget odoribus,
Grato, Pyrrha, fub antro ?

Cui flavam religas comam

Simplex munditiis? heu quoties fidem
Mutatofque deos flebit, et afpera
Nigris æquora ventis

Emirabitur infolens!

Qui nunc te fruitur credulus aurea,
Qui femper vacuam femper amabilem
Sperat, necius auræ
Fallacis. Miferi quibus

Intentata nites. Me tabula facer

Votiva paries indicat uvida.

Sufpendiffe potenti

Veftimenta maris Deo.

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SONNET S*.

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To the NIGHTINGALE.

Nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray
Warbleft at eve when all the woods are still,
Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart doth fill,
While the jolly hours lead on propitious May.
Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day,
First heard before the fhallow cuccoo's bill,
Pertend fuccefs in love; O if Jove's will
Have link'd that amorous pow'r to thy foft lay,
Now timely fing, ere the rude bird of hate
Foretel my hopeless doom in fome grove nigh;
As thou from year to year haft fung too late
For my relief, yet hadft no reason why:

Whether the Mufe, or Love call thee his mate,
Both them I ferve, and of their train am 1.

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Donna leggiadra il cui bel nome honora

L'herbofa val di Rheno, e il nobil varco,

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*The Sonnet (fays Dr. Newton) is a fpecies of poetry of Italian extraction, and the famous Petrarch hath gain'd the reputation of being the firft Author and inventor of it. It confifts generally of one thought, and that always turned in fourteen verfes of the length of our heroics, two ftanza's or meafures of four verses each, and two of three, the firft eight verfes having no more than two rhymes. It is certainly one of the most difficult of all the leffer kinds of poetry, fuch fimplicity and fuch correctness being required in the compofition. -The Sonnet (fays Mr. Johnson) is a short peem confifting of fourteen lines, of which the rhymes are, adjusted by a particular rule. It is not very fuitable to the English language, and has not been used by any man of eminence fince Milton,

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