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WHEN wise Ulysses, from his native coast
and toils, and cares,
PRAYER OF BRUTUS.
FROM GEOFFREY OF MONMOUTH,
GODDESS of woods, tremendous in the chase
On thy third reign look down ; disclose our fate;
AN INSCRIPTION UPON A PUNCH-BOWL,
IN THE SOUTH SEA YEAR, FOR A CLUB,
CHASED WITH JUPITER PLACING CALLISTO IN THE
SKIES, AND EUROPA WITH THE BULL.1
Come, fill the South Sea goblet full ;
The gods shall of our stock take care ; Europa pleas'd accepts the Bull,
And Jove with joy puts off the Bear.
LINES ON A GROTTO, AT CRUX-EASTON,
HERE shunning idleness at once and praise,
1 Now first printed, from the handwriting of Dr. Birch on a fly leaf of the first volume of Warburton's Pope's Works, formerly belonging to Cracherode, in the British Museum.
“ This Epigram of Mr. Pope was communicated by the Revd. Dr. War to
Tho. Birch." 2 The Misses Lisle.
The glittering emblem of each spotless dame,
ON BENTLEY'S MILTON.
prose, O Charles, thy death defend? A furious foe unconscious proves a friend. On Milton's verse did Bentley comment ? Know, A weak officious friend becomes a foe. While he but sought his author's fame to further, The murderous critic has aveng'd thy murther.
All hail, once pleasing, once inspiring shade,
Scene of my youthful loves, and happier hours ! Where the kind Muses met me as I stray'd,
And gently press'd my hand, and said, Be ours. Take all thou e'er shalt have, a constant Muse:
At court thou mayst be lik'd, but nothing gain: Stocks thou mayst buy and sell, but always lose;
And love the brightest eyes, but love in vain.
THOUGH sprightly Sappho force our love and
praise, A softer wonder my pleas'd soul surveys, The mild Erinna, blushing in her bays. So, while the sun's broad beam yet strikes the
sight, All mild appears the moon's more sober light; Serene, in virgin majesty she shines, And, unobserv'd, the glaring sun declines.
ADRIANI MORIENTIS AD ANIMAM,
Au fleeting spirit! wandering fire,
That long hast warm’d my tender breast, Must thou no more this frame inspire,
No more a pleasing cheerful guest? Whither, ah whither art thou flying,
To what dark undiscover'd shore ? Thou seemist all trembling, shivering, dying,
And wit and humour are no more!
1 See Memoir prefixed to these volumes, p. lxx.
old friend is grown so great,
Alas! if I am such a creature,
the worse for growing greater,
ODE TO QUINBUS FLESTRIN, THE MAN MOUNTAIN, BY TITTY TIT, POET LAUREATE TO
HIS MAJESTY OF LILLIPUT. TRANSLATED
1 This Ode, and the three following pieces, were produced , by Pope on reading Gulliver's Travels.