To confecrate diftrefs, and make ambition
Ev'n with the frown beyond the fmile of fortune.

A DESCRIPTION of the MORNING. [OTWAY.]

WIS

ISH'D morning's come; and now upon the plains,
And distant mountains, where they feed their
flocks,

The happy fhepherds leave their homely huts,
And with their pipes proclaim the new-born day:
The lufty fwain comes with his well-fill'd fcrip
Of healthful viands, which, when hunger calls,
With much content and appetite he eats,
To follow in the field his daily toil,

And drefs the grateful glebe that yields him fruits:
The beafts, that under the warm hedges flept,
And weather'd out the cold bleak night, are up;
And, looking tow'rds the neighburing paftures, raise
Their voice, and bid their fellow brutes good-morrow
The chearful birds too on the tops of trees
Affemble all in choirs; a and with their notes
Salute, and welcome up the rifing sun.

Another. [LEE.]

FR
Ferrofy hands :

ROM amber. fhrouds I feel the morning rife;
Her rofy hands begin to paint the skies can
And now the city emmets leave their hive,
And rouzing hinds to chearful labour drive;
High cliffs and rocks are pleafing objects now,
And nature fmiles upon the mountain brow; 00
The joyful birds falute the fun's approach:
The fun too laughs, and mounts his gaudy coach
While from his car the dropping gems diftil,
And all the earth, and all the heavens do fmile

The charming NOTES of the NIGHTINGALE.

[LE B.J

HUS in fome poplar fhade, the nightingale,

With piercing moans, does her loft young bewail:

Which the rough hind, obferving as they lay

Warm in their downy neft, had stol'n awayishuo But

But fhe in mournful founds does ftill complain,
Sings all the night, though all her fongs are vain,
And ftill renews her miferable ftrain.

O when the fpring renews the flow'ry field,
And warns
And warns the pregnant nightingale to build
She feeks the fafeft fhelter of the wood,
Where the may truft her little tuneful brood
Where no rude fwains her fhady cell may know;
No ferpents climb, nor blafting winds may blow:
Fond of the chofen place, fhe views it o'er,
Sits there, and wanders thro' the grove no more;
Warbling the charms it each returning night,
And loves it with a mother's dear delight.

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A worthlefs PERSON can claim no MERIT from the VIRTUES of his ANCESTORS.

[Rowe.]

ERE honour to be fcann'd by long defcent

WFrom ancestors illuftrious, I could vaunt

A lineage of the greateft, and recount,
Among my fathers, names of antient ftory,
Heroes and godlike patriots, who fubdued
The world by arms and virtue:

But that be their own praife:

Nor will I borrow merit from the dead,
Myself an undeferver.

The LOVE of our COUNTRY the greatest of
VIRTUES. [THOMSON.]

H' He rais'd his vengeful arm againft his country.

IS only blot was this; that, much provok'd,

foul, sofor

And lo! the righteous Gods have now chaftis'd him,
Ev'n by the hands of thofe for whom he fought.
Whatever private views and paffions plead,
No caufe can justify fo black a deed:
Thefe, when the angry tempeft clouds the soul,
May darken reason, and her course controul;
But when the profpect clears, her ftartl'd eye
Muft from the treach'rous gulph with horror fly,
On whofe wild wave, by ftormy paffions toft,
So many haplefs wretches have been loft.
Then be this truth the ftar by which we fleer,
Above ourselves our COUNTRY fhould be dear.

The

The fame. [W. WHITEHEAD.]

LEARN hence, ye Romans, on how fure a base
The patriot builds his happiness; no stroke
No keeneft, deadlieft, fhaft of adverfe fate,
Can make his generous bofom quite defpair,
But that alone by which his country falls.
Grief may to grief in endless round fucceed,
And nature suffer when our children bleed:
Yet ftill fuperior must that hero prove,
Whofe firft, beft paffion is his COUNTRY'S LOVE.

In what PHILOSOPHY really confifts.

[THOMSON.]

HILOSOPHY confifts not

PHIL

In airy fchemes, or idle fpeculations:
The rule and conduct of all focial life
Is her great province. Not in lonely cells
Obfcure the lurks, but holds her heav'nly light
To fenates and to kings, to guide their councils,
And teach them to reform and blefs mankind.
All policy but her's is falfe, and rotten;
All valour, not conducted by her precepts,
Is a destroying fury fent from hell,

To plague unhappy man, and ruin nations.

SCIPIO reftoring the Captive PRINCESS to her ROYAL LOVER. [THOMSON.]

HAT with admiration

W Struck every heart was this.-A noble virgin,

Confpicuous far o'er all the captive dames,

Was mark'd the gen'ral's prize. She wept and blush'd, Young, fresh, and blooming like the morn. An eye, As when the blue sky trembles through a cloud, 150 921 Of pureft white. A fecret charm combin'd

Her features, and infus'd enchantment through them;
Her fhape was harmony. But eloquences
Beneath her beauty fails; which feem'd on purpose
By nature lavish'd on her, that mankind
Might fee the virtue, of a hero try'd
Almoft beyond the ftretch of human force.

Soft

Soft as the pafs'd along, with downcaft eyes,
Where gentle forrow (well'd, and now and then
Dropt o'er her modeft cheek a trickling tear,
The Roman legions languifh'd, and hard war
Felt more than pity. Ev'n their chief himself,
As on his high tribunal rais'd he fat,

Turn'd from the dangerous fight, and chiding afk'd
His officers, if by this gift they meant

To cloud his virtue in its very dawn.

She, queftion'd of her birth, in trembling accents,
With tears and blushes broken, told her tale.
But when he found her royally defcended,
Of her old captive parents the fole joy;
And that a hapless Celtiberian prince,
Her lover and belov'd, forgot his chains,
His loft dominions, and for her alone
Wept out his tender foul; fudden the heart

Of this young, conquering, loving, God-like Roman,
Felt all the great divinity of virtue.

His wifhing youth ftood check'd, his tempting power
Reftrain'd by kind humanity.-At once

He for her parents and her lover call'd.

The various scene imagine: how his troops.
Look'd dubious on, and wonder'd what he meant ;
While ftretch'd below, the trembling fuppliants lay,
Rack'd by a thousand mingling paffions, fear,
Hope, jealoufy, difdain, fubmiflion, grief,
Anxiety and love in every fhape.

To these as different fentiments fucceeded,
As mixt emotions, when the man divine
Thus the dread filence to the lover broke.

"We both are young, both charm'd. The right of war "Has put thy beauteous miftrefs in my power; "With whom I could in the moft facred ties

"Live out a happy life: but know that Romans

"Their hearts, as well as enemies, can conquer.coq 10 "Then take her to thy foul; and with her take "Thy liberty and kingdom. In return draw "I afk but this; when you behold thefe eyes, "Thefe charms, with transport; be a friend to Rome."

The BLESSINGS of PEACE.

[THOMSON.]

Beauteous peace:

Swett union of a state! what elfe, but thou,

Gives fafety, ftrength, and glory to a people!
I bow, Lord Conftable, beneath the fnow
Of many years; yet in my breaft revives
A youthful flame. Methinks, I fee again
Thofe gentle days renew'd, that blefs'd our ifle,
Ere by this wafteful fury of divifion,

Worfe than our Etna's moft deftructive fires,
It defolated funk. I fee our plains

Unbounded waving with the gifts of harveft;
Our feas with commerce throng'd, our bufy ports
With chearful toil. Our Enna blooms afresh;
Afresh the sweets of thymy Hybla blow.

Our nymphs and fhepherds, fporting in each vale,
Infpire new fong, and wake the pastoral reed.

PROVIDENCE.

HERE is power

[THOMSON.]

Tunken, that rules th' illimitable world,

That guides its motions, from the brightest star
To the least duft of this fin-tainted mold;
While man, who madly deems himself the lord
Of all, is nought but weakness and dependance.
This facred truth, by fure experience taught,
Thou muft have learnt, when wandering all alone,
Each bird, each infect, flitting thro' the sky,
Was more fufficient for itself, than thou-

PRUDENCE.

ET us

LE

[THOMSON.]

Act with cool prudence, and with manly temper,

As well as manly firmness.

"Tis godlike magnanimity, to keep,

When most provok'd, our reafon calm and clear,
And execute her will, from a frong fenfe
Of what is right, without the vulgar aid

Of heat and paffion, which, tho' honeft, bear us
Often too far.

DESCRIP