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« Above, below, the role of fnow,
“Twined with her blushing foe, we spread :
- The briftled Boar in infant-gore
“ Wallows beneath the thorny shade.
“ Now Brothers, bending o'er th' accursed loom,
“ Stamp we our vengeance deep, and ratify his doom.



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" Edward, lo! to sudden fate (Weave we the woof. The thread is spun) 66 * Half of thy heart we consecrate, “ (The web is wove. The work is done.)"

Stay, oh stay! nor thus forlorn • Leave me unblessed, unpitied, here to mourn : • In yon bright track, that fires the western skies, - They melt, they vanish from my eyes. * But oh! what folemn scenes on Snowdon's height

Descending flow their glittring skirts unroll ? • Visions of glory, spare my aching fight, « Ye unborn Ages, crowd not on my soul ! • No more our long-loft Arthur we bewail, • All-hail to ye genuine Kings, Britannia's Iffue, hail !

III. 2. « Girt with many a Baron bold, Sublime their starry fronts they rear;

And gorgeous Dames, and Statesmen old « In bearded majesty, appear.

* Eleanor of Caftile, died a few years after the conquest of Wales. The heroic proof me gave of her affection for her Lord is well known. The monuments of kis regret, and sorrow for the loss of her, are fill to be seen in several parts of England. + Accesion of the line of Tudor.

«In the midst a Form divine !
• Her eye proclaims her of the Briton-Line;
• Her lyon-port, her awe-commanding face,

Attemper'd sweet to virgin-grace.
• What strings fymphonious tremble in the air,
« What strains of vocal transport round her play!
• Hear from the grave, great Talieslin *,
• They breathe a soul to animate thy clay.
• Bright rapture calls, and foaring, as she fings,
• Wave in the eye of Heav'n her many-colour'd wings.



III. 3.

• The verse adorn again « Fierce War, and faithful Love,

And Truth severe, by fairy Fiction drest. « In buskin'd measures move • Pale Grief, and pleasing Pain, .: With Horrour, Tyrant of the throbbing breast. • A Voice, as of the Cherub-Choir, • Gales from blooming Eden bear; * And distant warblings lessen on my ear, • That loft in long futurity expire. • Fond impious Man, think'it thou, yon fanguine cloud, • Rais’d by thy breath, has quench’d the Orb of day? « To-morrow he repairs the golden flood, « And warms the nations with redoubled ray.

* Taliesin, Chief of the Bards, flourish'd in the Vith Certury. His works are still preserved, and his memory held inz bigh veneration among his Countrymen.


« Enough for me: With joy I see

The different doom our Fates assign. • Be thine Despair, and scepter'd Care, • To triumph, and to die, are mine.' He spoke, and headlong from the mountain's height Deep in the roaring tide he plung’d to endless night.


AVING now, by the advice and assistance of my petent size, it has been thought proper that the farther

progress of its growth should here be stop'd. From the loose and fugitive pieces, some printed, others in manuscript, which for forty or fifty years past have been thrown into the world, and carelessly left to perish; I have here, according to the most judicious opinions I could obtain in distinguithing their merits, endeavour'd to select and preserve the beft. The favourable reception which the former volumes have met with, demands my warmeft acknowledgments, and calls for all my care in compleating the Collection; and in this respect, if it appear that I have not been altogether negligent, I shall hope to be allow'd the merit, which is all I claim, of having furnish'd to the Public an elegant and polite Amusement. Little more need be added, than to return my thanks to several ingenious friends, who have obligingly contributed to this Entertainment. If the reader hould happen to find, what I hope he feldom will, any pieces which he may think unworthy of having been inserted; as it would ill become me to attribute his disike of them to his own want of Tafte, so I am too conscious of my own deficiencies not to allow him to impute the in. fertion of them to mine.


IN D E X to the Sixth Volume.



I'mn to the Naiads, 1746 5. To a Friend Sick, written

Page 1 at Rome, 1756 54
Ode to the Right Hon. Francis 6. To another Friend, writ-

E.of Huntingdon, 1747 15 ten at Rome, 1756 56
Ode to the Right Rev. Benja- | TheLyric Mufe to Mr.Mason 58

min Lord Bishop of Win-On the Immortality of the Soul,

in two Books

60, 76

The Arbour : an Ode to Con-
1. For a Grotto
29 tentment

2. For a Statue of Chaucer The Grotto : an Ode to Silence
at Woodstock

31 The Picture of Human Life 100

32 The Drophical Man 125

33 Paradise regain'd 126
6. For a Column at Runny. To the Right Hon. Sir Robert



35 To a Lady on a Landscape of her
Ode to the Tiber



Ode to Cupid on Valentine's
1. Written at the Convent of Day

Haut Villiers in Cham- | Tothe Hon. and Rev. F. C.138

pagne, 1754 41 | To the Rev. T*** T**, D.D.
2. On the Mausoleum of

Augustus. To the Right Vacation

Hon. George Buffy Villers, ! To a Lady very handsome, but
Viscount Villers, written too fond of Dress

at Rome, 1756

44 | Anacreon.

Ode III. - 157
3. To the Right Hon. George | An Imitation of Horace, Ode
Simon Harcourt, Viscount II. Book III.

Newnham, written at | A Reply to a Copy of Verses
Rome, 1756

47 made in Imitation of Ode II.
4. To an Officer, written at Book III. of Horace 160
Rome, 1756



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