Chorus I.

All hail, all hail,

Majestic Granta! hail thy aweful name,

Dear to the Mufe, to Liberty, to Fame.

VI.

Recitative. You too, illuftrious Train, fhe greets
Who first in these inspiring feats

Air IV.

Caught the bright beams of that ætherial fire,
Which now fublimely prompts you to afpire
To deeds of nobleft note: whether to shield
Your country's liberties, your country's laws;
Or in Religion's hallow'd caufe

To hurl the fhafts of reason, and to wield

Thofe heav'nly-temper'd arms, whofe rapid force
Arrefts bafe Falfhood in her impious course,
And drives rebellious Vice indignant from the field..
VII.

And now the tunes her plaufive song

To you her fage domeftic thròng;

Who here, at Learning's richest shrine,
Dispense to each ingenuous youth
The treasures of immortal Truth,

And open Wisdom's golden mine.

Recitative. Each youth inspir'd by your perfuafive art,

Clafps the dear form of virtue to his heart;
And feels in his tranfported foul

Enthufiaftic raptures roll,

Gen'rous as those the fons of Cecrops caught

In hoar Lyceum's fhades from Plato's fire-clad thought.

VIII. Air

Air V.

O Granta! on thy happy plain

Still may these Attic glóries reign:

Still mayft thou keep thy wonted state,
In unaffected grandeur great ;

Recitative. Great as this illuftrious hour,

When He, whom GEORGE's well-weigh'd choice
And Albion's general voice

Have lifted to the fairest heights of pow'r,

When He appears, and deigns to fhine

The leader of thy learned line;

And bids the verdure of thy olive bough

'Mid all his civic chaplets twine,
And add fresh glories to his honour'd brow.
IX.

Air VI. Hafte then, and amply o'er his head
The graceful foliage spread;

Mean while the Mufe fhall fnatch the trump of Fame,
And lift her fwelling accents high,

To tell the world that PELHAM's name

Is dear to Learning as to Liberty.

Full Chorus. The Mufe fhall fnatch the trump of Fame,
And lift her fwelling accents high,

To tell the world that PELHAM's name

Is dear to Learning as to Liberty.

ODE

ODE to an EOLUS's * Harp.

Sent to Mifs SHEPHEARD.

Y

By the Same.

ES, magic lyre! now all compleat
Thy flender frame responsive rings,
While kindred notes with undulation sweet
Accordant wake from all thy vocal strings.
Go then to her, whofe foft request

Bade my bleft hands thy form prepare;
Ah go, and sweetly footh her tender breast,
With many a warble wild, and artless air.

For know, full oft, while o'er the mead
Bright June extends her fragrant reign,
The Fair fhall place thee near her flumb'ring head
To court the gales that cool the fultry plain;

Then fhall the Sylphs, and Sylphids bright,
Mild Genii all, to whofe high care

Her virgin charms are giv'n, in circling flight
Skim fportive round thee in the fields of air.
Some, flutt'ring 'mid thy trembling strings,
Shall catch the rich melodious spoil,

And lightly brush thee with their purple wings
To aid the zephyrs in their tuneful toil;

* This inftrument appears to have been invented by KIRCHER: who has given a very accurate defcription of it in his MUSURGIA. After having been neglected above an hundred years, it was again accidentally difcovered by Mr. OSWALD. See Vol. III. p. 4. of this Mifcellany.

While others check each ruder gale,
Expel rough Boreas from the sky,
Nor let a breeze its heaving breath exhale,
Save fuch as foftly pant, and panting die.
Then, as thy fwelling accents rife,
Fair Fancy waking at the found,
Shall paint bright vifions on her raptur'd eyes,
And waft her fpirits to enchanted ground,
To myrtle groves, Elyfian greens,

'Mid which fome fav'rite youth shall rove, Shall meet, fhall lead her thro' the glitt❜ring scenes, And all be mufic, extacy, and love.

By Mr. DUNCOMBE, Fellow of Corpus Chrifti College,

CAMBRIDGE.

I.

EALTH! to thee thy vot'ry owes

All the bleffings life bestows,

All the sweets the fummer yields,
Melodious woods, and clover'd fields;
By thee he taftes the calm delights
Of ftudious day's and peaceful nights:

By thee his eye each scene with rapture views;

The Muse shall fing thy gifts, for they inspire the Muse.

II. Does

II.

Does increase of wealth impart
Transports to a bounteous heart?
Does the fire with fmiles furvey
His prattling children round him play?
Does love with mutual blushes ftreak

The fwain's and virgin's artless cheek?

From HEALTH these blufhes, fmiles and transports flow; Wealth, children, love itself, to HEALTH their relish owe. III.

Nymph! with thee, at early Morn,
Let me brush the waving corn;
And, at Noon-tide's fultry hour,

O bear me to the wood-bine bow'r !

When Evening lights her glow-worm,, lead

To yonder dew-enamell'd mead;

And let me range at Night thofe glimm'ring groves, Where ftillness ever fleeps, and Contemplation roves. IV.

This my tributary lay,

Grateful at thy shrine I pay,

Who for fev'n whole years haft shed

Thy balmy bleffings o'er my head;
O! let me ftill enamour'd view

Thofe fragrant lips of rofy hue,

Nor think there needs th' allay of fharp difcafe, To quicken thy repaft, and give it pow'r to pleafe.