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And sits in measures such as Virgil's Muse
To place thee near him might be fond to chuse.
How might he tune th'alternate reed with thee,
Perhaps a Strephon thou, a Daphnis he;
While some old Damon, o'er the vulgar wise, 3 5
Thinks he deserves, and thou deferv'st the Prize?
Rapt with the thought, my fancy seeks the plains,
And turns me shepherd while I hear the strains.
Indulgent nurse of ev'ry tender gale,
Parent of flowrets, old Arcadia, hail! 40

Here in the cool my limbs at ease I spread,
Here let thy poplars whisper o'er my head:
Still slide thy waters, soft among the trees,
Thy aspins quiver in a breathing- breeze!
Smile, all ye valleys, in eternal spring, 45

JBe hush'd, ye winds, while Pope and Virgil sing.

In English lays, and all sublimely great, Thy Homer warms with all his ancient heat; He shines in Council, thunders in the Fight, And flames with ev'ry fense of great delight. 5 o Long has that Poet reign'd, and long unknown, Like Monarchs sparkling on a distant throne; In all the Majesty of Greek retir'd, Himself unknown, his mighty name admir'd;.

His language Failing, wrapt him round with night j
Thine, rais'd by thee, recalls the work. to light.
So wealthy Mines, that ages long before
Fed the large realms around with golden Ore,
When choak'd by sinking banks, no more appear,
And shepherds only say, The mines were here: 60
Should some rich youth (if nature warm his heart,
And all bis projects stand inform'd with art)
Here clear the caves, there ope the leading vein;
The mines detected flame with gold again.

How vast, how copious, are thy new designs 1
How ev'ry Music varies in thy lines!
Still, as I read, I feel my bosom beat,
And rise in raptures by another's heat.
Thus in the wood, when summer drefs'd the days,
While Windsor lent us tuneful hours of ease, 70
Our ears the lark, the thrush, the turtle blest.
And Philomela sweetest o'er the rest:
The sliades resound with song — O softly tread,
While a whole season warbles round my head.

This to my Friend — and when a friend inspires,
My silent harp its master's hand requires.
Shakes off the dust, and makes these rocks resound;
For fortune plac'dme in unfertile ground:

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Far from the joys that with my soul agree,
From wit> from learning -— very far from thee. 8 o
Here moss-grown trees expand the smallest leaf;
Here half an acre's corn is half a sheaf;
Here hills with naked heads the tempest meet,
Rocks at their sides, and torrents at their feet;
Or lazy lakes unconscious of a flood, 8 5

Whose dull brown Naiads ever ileep in mud.
Yet here Content can dwell, and learned Ease,
A Friend delight me, and an Author please;
Ev'n here I sing, when Pope supplies the theme,
Shew my own love, tho' not increase his fame. 90

T. PARNELL.

To Mr. POP E.

LET vulgar fouls triumphal arches raise,
Or speaking marbles, to record their praise;
And picture (to the voice of Fame unknown)
The mimic Feature on the breathing stone;
Mere mortals; subject to death's total sway, 5
Reptiles of earth, and beings of a day!

'Tis thine, on ev'ry heart to grave thy praise,
A monument which Worth alone can raise:

Sure to survive, when time shall whelm in dust
The arch, the marble, and the mimic bust: i o
Nor 'till the volumes of th'expanded {ky
Blaze in one flame, shalt thou and Homer die:
Then sink together in the world's last fires,
What heav'n created, and what heav'n inspires.

If aught on earth, when once this breath is fled,
With human transport touch the mighty dead,
Shakespear, rejoice! his hand thy page refines;
Now ev'ry scene with native brightness shines j
Just to thy fame, he gives thy genuine thought;
So Tully publish'd what Lucretius wrote; 20
Prun'd by his care, thy laurels loftier grow,
And bloom afresh on thy immortal brow.

Thus when thy draughts, O Raphael! time
invades.
And the bold figure from the canvass fades,
A rival hand recalls from ev'ry part 25

Some latent grace, and equals art with art 5
Transported we survey the dubious strife,
While each fair image starts again to life.

How long, untun'd, had Homer's sacred lyre Jarr'd grating discord, all extinct his fire? 30

This you beheld; and taught by heav'n to sing,
Call'd the loud music from the sounding string.
Nowwak'd from slumbers of three thousand years,
Once more Achilles in dread pomp appears,
Tow'rs o'er the field of death; as fierce he turns,
Keen flasti his arms, and all the Hero burns; 36
With martial stalk, and more than mortal might,
He strides along, and meets the Gods in fight:
Then the pale Titans, chain'd on burning floors,
Start at the din that rends th'infernal fliores, 40
Tremble the tow'rs of Heav'n,earth rocks her coasts,
And gloomy Pluto shakes with all his ghosts.
To ev'ry theme responds thy various lay;
Here rolls a torrent, there Meanders play;
Sonorous as the storm thy numbers rise., 45

Toss the wild waves, and thunder in the skies;
Or softer than a yielding virgin's sigh,
The gentle breezes breathe away and die.
Thus, like the radiant God who sheds the day,
You paint the vale, or gild the azure way; 50
And while with ev'ry theme the verse complies^
Sink without groveling, without rashness rife.

Proceed,greatBard! awake th'harmonious string, Be ours all Homer! still Ulysses sing.

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