Now, now I cease, I clafp thy charms,

And now you burst (ah cruel !) from my arms; And fwiftly shoot along the Mall,

Or foftly glide by the Canal,

Now fhown by Cynthia's silver ray,

And now, on rolling waters snatch'd away.

Cur facunda parum decoro

Inter verba cadit lingua filentio ?

Nocturnis te ego fomniis

Jam captum teneo, jam volucrem fequor

Te per gramina Martii

Campi, te per aquas, dure, volubiles.

Part

Part of the NINTH ODE

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Of the FOURTH BOOK:

3 01 0

A FRAGMENT.

EST you should think that verse shall die,
Which founds the Silver Thames along,

Taught on the wings of Truth to fly

Above the reach of vulgar fong;

Though daring Milton fits fublime,
In Spenser native Muses play;
Nor yet shall Waller yield to time,

Nor penfive Cowley's moral lay-
Sages and Chiefs long fince had birth
Ere Cæfar was, or Newton nam'd;

N

E forte credas interitura, quae

Longe fonantem natus ad Aufidum

Non ante vulgatas per artes

Verba loquor focianda chordis ;

Non, fi priores Maeonius tenet
Sedes Homerus, Pindaricae latent
Ceaeque, et Alcaei minaces

Stefichorique graves Camenae 1

Nec, fi quid olim lufit Anacreon,
Delevit aetas: fpirat adhuc amor,

Thefe,

These rais'd new Empires o'er the Earth,

And Those, new Heavens and Systems fram'd.

Vain was the Chief's, the Sage's pride!

They had no Poet, and they died:
In vain they schem'd, in vain they bled!
They had no Poet, and are dead.

Vivuntque commiffi calores

Aeoliae fidibus puellae.

Vixere fortes ante Agamemnona
Multi; fed omnes illacrymabiles
Urgentur ignotique longa
Nocte, carent quia vate facro.

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MISCELLANIE S.