Thrice happy Phænix ! heaven's peculiar care Has made thyself thyself's surviving heir ; By death thy deathless vigour is supply'd, Which finks to ruin all the world befide; Thy age, not thee, affifting Phoebus burns, And vital flames light up thy funeral urns. Whate’er events have been, thy eyes survey, And thou art fixt, while ages roll away ; Thou saw'st when raging ocean burft his bed, O'er-top'd the mountains, and the earth o'er-Spread; When the ralh youth inflam'd the high abodes, Scorch'd up the skies, and scar’d the deathless gods. When nature ceases, thou shalt still remain, Nor second Chaos bound thy endless reign; Fate's tyrant laws thy happier lot shall brave, Bafile destruction, and elude the grave.

VERSES TO MRS. LOW THER

ON HER MARRIAGE.

FROM MENAGE.

The greateft fwain that treads th? Arcadian grove,

HE

Our ,
His charming nymph, his softer fair obtains,
The bright Diana of our flowery plains ;
He, 'midst the graceful, of superior grace,
And she the loveliest of the loveliest race.

Thy fruitful influence, guardian Juno, shed,
And crown the pleasures of the genial bed :

Raile

Raise thence, their future joy, a smiling heir,
Brave as the father, as the mother fair.
Well may'st thou shower thy choicest gifts on thosen
Who boldly rival thy most hated foes;
The vigorous bridegroom with Alcides vies,
And the fair bride has Cytherea's eyes.

TO A LADY;

WITH A PRESENT OF FLOWERS.

HE fragrant painting of our flowery fields,

,

Strephon to fair Elisa hath convey'd,
The sweetest garland to the sweetest maid.
O cheer the flowers, my fair, and let them rest
On the Elysium of thy snowy breast,
And there regale the finell, and charm the view,
With richer odours, and a lovelier hue.
Learn hence, nor fear a flatterer in the flower,
Thy form divine, and beauty's matchless power :
Faint, near thy cheeks, the bright carnation glows,
And thy ripe lips out-blush the opening rose:
The lily's snow betrays less pure a light,
Lost in thy bosom's more unsullied white ;
And wreaths of jasmine shed perfumes, beneath
Th’ambrosial incense of thy balmy breath.

Ten thousand beauties grace the rival pair,
How fair the chaplet, and the nymph how fair !
But ah! too soon these fleeting charms decay,
The fading lustre of one hastening day,

This night shall see the gaudy wreath decline,
The roses wither, and the lilies pine.

The garlands fate to thine shall be apply'd,
And what advance thy form, shall check thy pride :
Be wise, my fair', the present hour improve,
Let joy be now, and now a waste of love;
Each drooping bloom shall plead thy just excuse,
And that which shew'd thy beauty, Thew its use.

ON A LADY'S PICTURE:

TO GILFRED LAWSON, ESQ;

A

S Damon Chloe's painted form survey'd,

He figh’d, and languishod for the jilting shade: For Cupid taught the artist hand its grace, And Venus wanton'd in the mimic face.

Now he laments a look so falfely fair, And almost damns, what yet resembles her; Now he devours it, with his longing eyes; Now sated, from the lovely phantom flies, Yet burns to look again, yet looks again, and dies. Her ivory neck his lips presume to kiss, And his bold hands the swelling bosorn press; The swain drinks-in deep draughts of vain desire, Melts without heat, and burns in fancy'd fire.

Strange power of paint! thou nice creator art ! What love inspires, may life itself i.npart. Struck with like wounds, of old, Pygmalion pray'd, And hugg'd to life his artificial maid;

Clasp

Clasp, new Pygmalion, clasp the seeming charms,
Perhaps ev'n now th’enlivening image warms,
Destin'd to crown thy joys, and revel in thy arms :
Thy arms, which shall with fire fo fierce invade,
That she at once shall be, and cease to be a maid.

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PART OF THE FOURTH BOOK OF LUCAN. Cæsar, having resolved to give battle to Petreius and

Afranius, Pompey's licutenants in Spain, encamped near the enemy in the same field. The behaviour of their soldiers, at their seeing and knowing one another, is the fubject of the following verses.

TH

THEIR ancient friends, as now they nearer drew,

Prepar'd for fight the wondering soldiers knew; Brother, with brother in unnatural strife, And the fon arm'd against the father's life : Curst civil war! then conscience first was felt, And the tough veteran's heart began to melt. Fix'd in dumb forrow all at once they ftand, Then wave, a pledge of peace, the guiltless hand; To vent ten thousand struggling pasions move, The stings of nature, and the pangs of love. All order broken, wide their arms they throw, And run, with transport, to the longing foe : Here the long-lost acquaintance neighbours claim, There an old friend recalls his comrade's name,

Youths

Youths, who in arts beneath one tutor grew,
Rome rent in twain, and kindred hosts they view.

Tears wet their impious arms, a fond relief,
And kisses, broke by sobs, the words of grief;
Though yet no blood was spilt, each anxious mind
With horror thinks on what his rage design'd.
Ah! generous youths, why thus, with fruitleis pain,
Beat

ye

those breasts ? why gush those eyes in vain ?
Why blame ye heaven, and charge your guilt on fate ?
Why dread the tyrant, whom yourselves make great?
Bids he the trumpet found ? the trumpet Night.
Bids he the standards move ? refuse the fight.
Your generals, left by you, will love again
A son and father, when they're private men.

Kind Concord, heavenly born! whose blissful reign
Holds this vaft glohe in one surrounding chain,
Whose laws the jarring elements control,
And knit each atom close from pole to pole;
Soul of the world! and love's eternal spring!
This lucky hour, thy aid fair goddess bring !
This lucky hour, ere aggravated crimes
Heap guilt on guilt, and doubly stain the times.
No veil henceforth for fin, for pardon none;
They know their duty, now their friends are known.
Vain with! from blood short must the respite be,
New crimes, by love inhanc'd, this night shall see:
Such is the will of fate, and such the hard decree.

From either camp, now void of fear,
The soldiers mingling chearful feasts prepare :

On

'Twas peace.