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Still, when the lust of tyrant pow'r succeeds,
CHORUS of Youths and Virgins*
OH Tyrant Love! hast: thou poffest
Love, soft intruder, enters here, $
But entring learns to be sincere.
Why, Virtue, dost thou blame desire,
Which Nature has imprest? 10
Why, Nature, dost thou soonest fire
Remarks. Ver. 9. Why Virtue, etc.] In allusion to that famous conceit of Guarini,
"Se il peccare e si dolce, etc.
Vol. I. I
ODE on Solitude1.
HAP P P Y the man, whose wish and care
In his own ground.
Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,
Whose trees in summer yield him shade,
Blest, who can unconcern'dly find
Hours, days, and years Aide soft away, 10 In health of body, peace of mind, Quiet by day,
Sound sleep by night; study and ease,
Together mixt; sweet recreation: And innocence, which most does please 15
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown,
Thus unlamented let me die, Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie.
■ This was a very early production of our Author, written at -bout twelve years old. P.
The dying Christian to his S o u L.
T 7" IT AL spark of heav'nly flame:
And let me languish into life.
Hark! they whisper; Angels say,
Sister Spirit, come away.
What is this absorbs me quite?
Steals my fenses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath? Tell me, my Soul, can this be Death,?
Remarks. 'This ode was written in imitation of the famous sonnet of Hadrian to his departing foul ;• but as much superior to his original in fense and sublimity, as the Christian Religion is to the Pagan.