Spread His tremendous name around,

Till heav'n's broad arch ring back the found,

The general burst of joy.

XII.

Ye, whom the charms of grandeur please,
Nurs'd on the filky lap of Eafe,

Fall proftrate at his throne!

Ye Princes, Rulers, all adore!

Praise Him, Ye Kings! who makes your power
An image of His own.

XIII.

Ye Fair, by nature form'd to move,
O praise th' eternal fource of love
With Youth's enlivening fire!
Let Age take up the tuneful lay,
Sigh His bleft name;—then foar away,
And ask an Angel's lyre.

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See Genius bright'ning thro' the veil of Thought! Each finish'd draught at once improves and warms pules0 to sausi suT

Each feature breathes, and

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every picture charms;

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The happy pencil long inured to please

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Alladin, por vill 'di Eugoro muit is gols d MARK in yon Temple's beamy domes reclin'd T What forms all beauteous ftrike th' enraptur'd mind, The train whom Nature lent fuperior fire, alad baA Who ftole her air, her accent, and her lyre; Who bid her form in breathing marble glow, 2 Who pour'd her tranfports, and who felt her woe, I Here rife, as Judgment points the road to Fame, To jufter manners, and a nobler aim:

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Thought nicely-true the copious plan reviews,
And Fancy's hand fupplies enlivening hues;
Warm from the tints the fwelling Figures rife, ods
And Life's blue beam illumes the speaking eyes's

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No roughned dash betrays th' unequal part,
Nor fhade ungraceful points the veil of art;
But Hope all-radiant foars to worlds of light,
While Judgment's temperate hand directs the flight,
Calm Senfe and Wisdom take their turn to rule,
And Reason's piercing eye o'erlooks the foul.

HERE Boileau marks the living draught refin'd, HERE BO The flame of Genius burfting o'er his mind *; Yet juft to worth, attends the melting ftrains Whofe mufic ftream'd along Britannia's plains;

He marks the ruby'd lip that breathes perfume,

The cheek where beauty fpreads her genial bloom,
The throng that flutters round th' illumin'd hall,
The Satyr's venom'd fhaft, that drops with gall;
Then knows fuperior wit, though near the throne,
And hails the Bard whofe fkill furpafs'd his own.
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SEE mighty Dacier foars in nobler lays ‡,
Each lawret'd Ancient crowns her head with bays,

It is generally allowed, that imagination was not the predominant faculty which characterized the writings of Boileau. He is therefore represented here as having attained that point in which he was principally deficient.

And hails the Bard, &c.) The

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Rape of the Lock is judged by the beft Critics to have been wrote in an higher, tafte than the Latrin.

See mighty Dacier, &c.] This Lady's name is not mentioned by Voltaire in his Temple of Taite, though I confefs, I cannot fce with what reafon fhe is omitted. It is

true,

A tow'ring Genius! whofe exalted name

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Employs the tongue, and fwells the trump of Fame,
From Man, proud tyrant, with refiftlefs force
She fnatch'd the rein, and whirl'd it in the course;
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With eagle-speed purfued th' expected prey,
Then caught and bore the glorious prize away.
Here through Reflection's clearer glass display'd
She marks the mingling ftreaks of light and fhade,
Observes defects, by cool experience taught,
And blames with reason, or approves with thought.T

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WHAT need I Voiture's easier tafk recite,m baA Whofe work contracted beams with faultlefs wit; Or paint Racine whose chast'ned strain improves, Or Molliere, fporting with the Smiles and Loves W Fontaine, whose wit from Nature's fund was stole, Or bold Corneille, who ftorms, and tears the foul! A benulli luot A

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Lost in the radiance of diffolving light, Ten thousand beauties opening on my fight, instal My fainting mufe deferts th' unequal theme, of W Pleased with fome gentler note, an humbler name;

true, indeed, that fhe is rather tranflator than an original writer. Few readers however of fenfibility will perufe her translation and remarks on the Iliad, or on Ariftotle's Art of Poetry, without dif

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vd bedsW covering in both the force of an exact judgment, joined to that feeling of poetic beauty which is fo often found to predominate in this amiable fex,

She feels (the glowing traits confufedly feen)

The heat too piercing, and the ray too keen.

THUS in fome fields where Art and Nature join,

(Such are thy gardens Stowe, and Seaton*, thine. Where from

ere from yon mount, a plan by Taste defign'd, Reflects an image of the Mafter's mind ;) Where'er I look the blush of Beauty glows,, The forest brightens, or the garden blows; Groves, streams, and trees their chequer'd pride difplay, And melting music steals the foul away.

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'Tis your's each work of genius to review, bojna Who know false beauties, and admire the true; You bleft by nature with fuperior skill,

An eye to mark them, and an heart to feel,
A foul illumed by Reafon's gentle rays,
Serene, not strong, and bright without a blaze;
Intent to know, and yet polite to please,

Who read with judgment, and who write with ease.
Ev'n mine, a bafhful mufe untaught and young,
That sports, not warbles in the tuneful throng,
Waked by this theme can strike the trembling ftrings,

And feebly flutters with unequal wings,