And whilst on brutal force he prefs'd,
-His vigour with his foes increas'd.
By thee, like Jove's almighty hand,
Ambition's havock to withstand,

*TIMOLEON rose, the scourge of fate,

And hurl'd a tyrant from his state;
The brother in his foul fubdu'd,

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And warm'd the poniard in his blood;

A foul by fo much virtue fir'd,

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Not GREECE alone, but Heav'n admir'd.

BUT in thefe dregs of human kind,

Thefe days to guilt and fear refign'd,
How rare fuch views the heart elate!
To brave the laft extremes of Fate;
Like heav'n's almighty pow'r, ferene,

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With fix'd regard to view the scene,

When nature quakes beneath the ftorm,

And horror wears its direft form.

Though future worlds are now defcry'd,

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Though PAUL has writ, and JEsus dy'd,

*TIMOLEON, having long in vain importun'd his brother to refign the defpotifm of CORINTH, at laft reftored the liberty of the people, by ftabbing him. Vide PLUT.

Difpell'd

Difpell'd the dark infernal shade,

And all the heav'n of heav'ns difplay'd;

Curst with unnumber'd groundless fears,
How pale yon fhiv'ring wretch appears!
For him the day-light shines in vain,
For him the fields no joys contain;
Nature's whole charms to him are loft,
No more the woods their music boast;
No more the meads their vernal bloom,
No more the gales their rich perfume:
Impending mists deform the sky,

And beauty withers in his eye.

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In hopes his terror to elude,

By day he mingles with the croud;

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Yet finds his foul to fears a prey,

In bufy crouds, and open day.

If night his lonely walk furprise,
What horrid vifions round him rife!
That blasted oak, which meets his way,

Shown by the meteor's fudden ray,
The midnight murd'rer's known retreat,
Felt heav'n's avengeful bolt of late;

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The clashing chain, the groan profound,
Loud from yon ruin'd tow'r refound;
And now the fpot he feems to tread,
Where some felf-flaughter'd corfe was laid:
He feels fixt earth beneath him bend,
Deep murmurs from her caves afcend;
Till all his foul, by fancy fway'd,
Sees lurid phantoms croud the fhade;
While fhrouded manes palely ftare,
And beck'ning with to breathe their care:
Thus real woes from false he bears,

And feels the death, the hell he fears.

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All that may be, and all that are,

But false imagin'd ills appear

Beneath our hope, our grief, or fear.

And, if I right invoke thy aid,

By thee be all my woes allay'd;

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With fcorn inftruct me to defy
Impofing fear, and lawless joy;
To struggle thro' this fcene of ftrife,
The pains of death, the pangs of life,
With conftant brow to meet my fate,

And meet still more, EUANTHE's hate,

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And, when some swain her charms fhall claim,
Who feels not half my gen'rous flame,
Whofe cares her angel-voice beguiles,

On whom she bends her heav'nly smiles;
For whom the weeps, for whom the glows,
On whom her treafur'd foul beftows;

When perfect mutual joy they share,
Ah! joy enhanc'd by my despair!
Mix beings in each flaming kiss,
And bleft, still rife to higher blifs:

Then, then, exert thy utmost pow'r

And teach me Being to endure;
Left reason from the helm should start,

And lawless fury rule my heart;

Left madness all my

foul fubdue,

To afk her Maker, What doft thou?

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Yet, couldft thou in that dreadful hour,

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my rack'd foul all LETHE pour, Or fan me with the gelid breeze, That chains in ice th' indignant feas;

Or wrap my heart in tenfold steel,
I ftill am man, and ftill muft feel.

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The WISH SATISFIED.

An IRREGULAR ODE.

I.

O long, my foul! thou'rt toft below,
From hope to hope, from fear to fear:

How great, how lafting ev'ry woe!

Each joy how short, how infincere!

II.

Turn around thy fearching eyes

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Thro' all the bright varieties;

And,