ON QUEEN CAROLINE'S REBUILDING THE LODGINGS OF THE BLACK PRINCE AND HENRY V. AT queen's college, oxford. WHERE bold and graceful soars, secure of fame, The pile now worthy great Philippa's name, Mark that old ruin, gothic and uncouth, Where the black Edward pass'd his beardless And the fifth Henry, for his first renown, [youth, Outstripp'd each rival in a student's gown. In that coarse age were princes fond to dwell With meagre monks, and haunt the silent cell. Sent from the Monarch's to the Muses' court, Their meals were frugal, and their sleeps were short; To couch at curfew time they thought no scorn, And froze at matins every winter morn ; They read on early book the starry frame, And lisp'd each constellation by its name, Art after art still dawning to their view, And their mind opening as their stature grew. Yet whose ripe manhood spread our fame so far, Sages in peace and demigods in war! Who stern in fight made echoing Cressy ring, And, mild in conquest, served his captive king; Who gain'd at Agincourt the victor's bays, Nor took himself, but gave good Heaven the praise? Thy nurslings, ancient dome! to virtue form'd, To mercy listening whilst in fields they storm'd; Fierce to the fierce, and warm the' oppress'd to save, Through life revered, and worship'd in the grave. In tenfold pride their mouldering roofs shall shine, The stately work of bounteous Caroline; And bless'd Philippa, with unenvious eyes, From Heaven behold her rival's fabric rise. If still, bright saint! this spot deserves thy care, Incline thee to the' ambitious Muses' prayer; O could'st thou win young William's bloom to grace His mother's walls, and fill thy Edward's place, How would that genius, whose propitious wings Have here twice hover'd o'er the sons of kings, Descend triumphant to his ancient seat, And take in charge a third Plantagenet! ON THE DEATH OF THE EARL OF CADOGAN. OF Marlborough's captains and Eugenio's friends An hour must come when thou shalt hear with Thyself traduced, and curse a thankless age: [rage Nor yet for this decline the generous strife; These ills, brave man! shall quit thee with thy life: Alive though stain'd by every abject slave, Secure of fame and justice in the grave. Ah! no- -when once the mortal yields to Fate The blast of Fame's sweet trumpet sounds too late, Too late to stay the spirit on its flight, Or sooth the new inhabitant of light; Who hears regardless, while fond man distress'd, Farewell, unfaithful promiser of good! Through life pursued in vain, by death obtain❜d; PROLOGUE TO THE UNIVERSITY OF OXFORD. 1713. WHAT kings henceforth shall reign, what states be With beating hearts the rival poets wait Poor is the player's fame, whose whole renown Is but the praise of a capricious town, While with mock majesty and fancied power Make love in tropes, in bombast break his heart; And rhyme and quibble in the pangs of death. [due, He rests not in the people's general voice To wind the passions and command the heart! May none pretend upon her throne to sit COLIN AND LUCY. A BALLAD. OF Leinster, famed for maidens fair Till luckless love and pining care Oh! have you seen a lily pale So droop'd the slow-consuming maid, By Lucy warn'd, of flattering swains Of vengeance due to broken vows, Three times all in the dead of night And, shrieking at her window thrice, |