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Bent on the dictates of

Timoleon's tongue,

Are fcenes too grand for fortune's private ways;
And tho' they fhine to youth's ingenuous view,
The fober gainful arts of modern days
To such romantic thoughts have bid a long adieu.

Bleft be my fate! I need not pray
That love-fick dreams be kept away:
No female charms, of fancy born,
Nor damask cheek, nor fparkling eye,,
With me the bands of fleep untie,.
Or fteal by minutes half the fauntering morn.
Nor yet the courtier's hope, the giving smile
(A lighter phantom, and a bafer chain),

Bids wealth and place the fever'd night beguile, To gall my waking hours with more vexatious pain.

But, Morpheus, on thy dewy wing Such fair aufpicious- vifions bring,. As footh❜d great Milton's injur'd age, When in prophetic dreams he faw The tribes unborn with pious awe Imbibe each virtue from his heavenly page: Or fuch as. Mead's benignant fancy knows When health's kind treafures, by his art explor'd, Have fav'd the infant from an orphan's woes, Or to the trembling fire his, age's hope reftor'd. DR. AKENSIDE.

After Timoleon had delivered Syracufe from the tyranny of Dionyfius, the people on every important deliberation fent for him into the public assembly, asked his advice, and voted according to his decifion. PLUT.

SECT.

SECT. LXXV.

AN ELEGY ON LADY ELIZA HOPE; ADDRESSED TO THE EARL AND COUNTESS OF

HOPETOWN.

I.

THOS

HOSE tears become

you well, ye

noble pair!

That angel merited your tend'reft love. Each friend, who knew her worth, with you muft fhare The pain great Nature doom'd your hearts to prove.

II.

Oh! it was fad the dire disease to trace,
Through all its flow, infidious, cruel courfe!
Nor youth, nor rank, with every pleafing grace,.
Nor skill, nor care, avail'd against its force.

III.

Unfeeling world! that cries "Forget to grieve, "She only paid the debt that all must

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lieve!

Fly folitary fcenes, and join the gay."

IV..

Unfeeling world! I hate thy dull career ; :
I love Affection's fond pathetic flow ::
They, they alone, can tafte delight fincere,
Whose fouls perceive the charm of tender woe..

V.

>Mid routs and cards, and vain intemp❜rate mirth,,
The warning voice of Wisdom is not heard ;:
But Grief to higher fentiments gives birth,
And feeks an altar to Religion rear'd.

VI.

There adoration, faith, and prayer afcend,
Like wreaths of mingled incenfe, fweet, to Heaven;
There meek fubmiffion yields a darling friend,
And in return the sweetest hopes are given.

VII.

Whene'er the lov'd Eliza's early fate
Draws from a parent's breast the secret figh,
With rapture ftill fall piety relate,
"The lav'd Eliza lives in yonder sky!"

DR. FORDYCE

SECT.

LXXVI.

ON THE FLOWERS AND OTHER SWEETS OF SPRING

COME

OME then, ye virgins and ye youths, whose hearts Have felt the raptures of refining love ; And thou, Amanda, come, pride of my fong! Form'd by the Graces, loveliness itself! Come with thofe downcast eyes, fedate and sweet, Thofe looks demure, that deeply pierce the foul, Where, with the light of thoughtful reafon mix'd Shines lively fancy and the feeling heart: Oh come and while the rofy-footed May Steals blushing on, together let us tread The morning dews, and gather in their prime Fresh-blooming flowers, to grace thy braided hair, And thy lov'd bofom that improves their sweet.

See

See, where the winding vale its lavish stores,
Irriguous, fpreads. See, how the lily drinks
The latent rill, fcarce oozing through the grafs,
Of growth luxuriant; or the humid bank,
In fair profufion, decks. Long let us walk,
Where the breeze blows from
yon extended field
Of bloffom❜d beans. Arabia cannot boast

A fuller gale of joy, than, liberal, thence

Breathes thro' the sense, and takes the ravish'd foul
Nor is the mead unworthy of thy foot,
Full of fresh verdure, and unnumber'd flowers,
The negligence of Nature, wide and wild;
Where, undisguis'd by mimic Art, she spreads
Unbounded beauty to the roving eye.
Here their delicious tafk the fervent bees,
In fwarming millions, tend: around, athwart,
Thro' the foft air, the bufy nations fly,
Cling to the bud, and with inferted tube,.
Suck its pure effence, its ethereal foul;
And oft, with bolder wing, they foaring dare
The purple heath, or where the wild thyme grows 5
And yellow load them with the luscious spoil..
At length the finish'd garden to the view
Its viftas opens, and its alleys green..

Snatch'd thro' the verdant maze, the hurried eye
Diflracted wanders; now the bowery walk
Of covert close, where scarce a fpeck of day
Falls on the lengthen'd gloom, protracted sweeps:
Now meets the sky; the river now

Dimpling along, the breezy ruffled lake,

The foreft darkening round, the glittering fpire,
Th' ethereal mountain, and the distant main.

But

But why fo far excursive? when at hand,
Along these blushing borders, bright with dew,
And in yon mingled wilderness of flowers,
Fair-handed Spring unbosoms every grace ;
Throws out the fnow-drop and the crocus firft;
The daify, primrose, violet darkly blue,
And polyanthus of unnumber'd dyes;

The yellow wall-flower, ftain'd with iron brown;
And lavish ftock that scents the garden round:
From the foft wing of vernal breezes shed,
Anemonies; auriculas, enrich'd

With fhining meal o'er all their velvet leaves ;
And full ranunculas, of glowing red.

THOMSON

SECT.

LXXVII.

ON THE INFLUENCE OF THE SPRING ON MAN.

STILL let my fong a nobler note affume,

And fing th' infufive force of Spring on Man ;
When heaven and earth, as if contending, vie
To raise his being, and ferene his foul.
Can he forbear to join the general smile
Of nature? Can fierce paffions vex his breaft,
While
every gale is peace, and every grove

Is melody?

-Hence from the bounteous walks
Of flowing Spring, ye fordid sons of earth,
Hard, and unfeeling of another's woe;
Or only lavish to yourselves;―away!

But

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