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No more I fighds. complain'd, or swore;

The nymph?s coy arts appear'd no more,
But each could laugh at what we felt before.

Well-pleas'd we pass'd the cheerful day,
To unreserv'd discourfe refign'd,
And I enchanted to furvey
One generous woman's real mind:
But foon I wonder'd what poffefs'di

Each wakeful, night my anxious breast;
No other friendship e'er had broke my reít.

Fool that I was--and now, even now
While thus I preach the Stoic strainy,
Unless I shun Dione's view,
An hour unsays it all again.
O friend !-when Love directs her eyes

To pierce where every passion lies,
Where is the firm, the cautious, or the wife?

DR. AKENSIDE..

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ADIEU to Leyden's,lonely bound,

The Belgian Muse's sober seat;
Where shedding frugal gifts around:
On all the fav’rites at her feet,
She feeds the body's bulky frame
For paffive, persevering toils;
And left, for some ambitious aim,

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The daring mind should scorn her homely spoils, She breathes maternal fogs to damp its restless flame..

Adieu the grave, pacific air,
Safe from the fitting mountain-breeze;
The marshy levels lank and bare,
Sacred from furrows, hills or trees:
Adieu each mantling, fragrant flood,
Untaught to murmur or to flow :

Adieu the * mufic. of the mud,
That fooths at eve the patient lover's woe;
And wakes to sprightlier thoughts the painful poet's;

blood..

With looks-fo frosty, and with steps so tame,
Ye careful nymphs, ye household things, adieu :
Not once ye taught me love's or friendship’s fame,
And where is he that ever taught it you.
And ye, the now-eyed fathers of the land,
With whom dominion lurks from hand to hand,
Unown'd, undignified by public choice,

where freedom in the streets is known,

And tells a monarch on his throne,
Tells him he reigns, he lives but by her voice..

I go

O native Albion, when to thee
Shall I return to part na. more?
Far from this.pale discolour'd sea,.,
That sleeps upon the recdy ihore, ,
When shall I plow tly, azure tides,
And, as thy fleece-white hills aspire, .
Ekls the fair fhade that on their fides:

* The Frogs

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Imbowers the village and the facred spire,
While the green hedge, below, the golden lope divides?

Ye nymphs that guard the pathless grove,
Ye blue-eyed fifters of the streams,
With whom I wont at morn to rove,
With whom at noon I talk'd in dreams;
O take me to your haunts again,

The rocky spring, the greenwood glade;
To prompt my slumbers in the murm'ring shade,
And footh my vacant ear with many an airy strain.
And thou, my faithful harp, no longer mourn
Thy drooping master's unpropitious hand;
Now brighter skies and fresher gales return,
Now fairer maids thy melody demand.
Daughters of Albion, guard your votive lyre!
O blooming God of Thespia's laurell’d quire,
Why sounds not mine harmonious as thy own,
When all the virgin-deities above

With Venus and with Juno move
In concert round thy liftening father's throne?

Thee too, protectress of my lays,
Elate with whose majestic call
Above the soft Italian's praise,
Above the slavish wreaths of Gaul,
I dare from impious thrones reclaim,
And wanton floth's luxurious charms,

The honours of a poet's name:
To * Ashley's wisdom, or to Hamden's arms,
Thee, Freedom, I rejoin, and bless thy genuine flame.
* The Earl of Shaftesbury.

Great

Great citizen of Albion! thee
Heroic valour still attends,
And useful science pleas’d to see
How art her studious toil extends..
While truth, diffufing from on high.
A luftre unconfind as day,

Fills and commands the public eye,
Till, pierc'd and finking by her powerful ray,
Tame sloth and monkish awe, like nightly demons, ily.
Hence all the land the patriot's ardour shares;
Hence dread religion smiles with social joy;
Hence the free bosom’s foftest, loveliest cares,
Each graceful kene of private iife employ.
O fair Britannia, hail!--with partial love
The tribes of men their native seats approve,
Unjuft and hoftile to a foreign fame;
But when from generous minds and manly leves

A nation holds her prime applause, There public zeal defies the test of blame.

DR. AKENSIDE,

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HOU filent power, whose balmy sway
Charms every anxious thought away;
In whose divine oblivion drown'd,
Fatigue and toiling pain grow mild,
Love is with fweet success beguild,

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And fad Remorse forgets her secret wound;
O whíther haft thou flown, indulgent god?
God of kind shadows and of healing dews,

O’er whom doft thou extend thy magic rod? Around what peaceful couch thy opiate-airs diffuse?

Lo, midnight from her starry. reign
Looks awful down on earth and main ; :
The tuneful birds lie hulh'd in sleep,
With all that crop the verdant food,

With all that skim the crystal food,
Or haunt the caverns of the rocky steep:
No rushing winds disturb the tufted bowers;
No wakeful found the moonlight valley knows,

Save where the brook its liquid-murmur pours, And lulls the waving scene to more profound repose..

O let.not me thus watch alone!.
O hear my folitary moan!.
Defcend, propitious, on my eyes;
Not from the couch that bears a crown,

Not from the statesman's thorny down,
Or where the miser and his treasure lies;
Bring not the shapes that break the murderer's reft);
Nor those the hireling soldier burns to see,

Not those that haunt the tyrant's gloomy breaft:
Far be their guilty nights, and far their dreams from me!!

Nor yet those awful joys presents
For chiefs and heroes only. meant: .
The figurd brass, the choral song,
The rescued people's glad applause,
: The listening fenate, and the laws,

Bent:

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