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At Heaven's all-powerful edict is prepard, I see, on an empyreal Aying throne
And fenc'd around with an immortal guard. Sublimely rais'd, Heaven's everlasting Son
Tribes, provinces, dominions, worlds, o'erflow Crown'dwiththat majestywhichform dthewr
The might plain, and deluge all below : And the grand rebel Haming downward hu
And ev'ry age and nation pours along; Virtue, dominion, praise, omnipotence,
Nimrod and Bourbon mingle in the throng; Support the train of their triumphant Prin
Adam falutes his youngest son; no fign A zone, beyond the thought of angels bris
Of all those ages which their births disjoin. Around him, like the zodiac, winds its lig

How empty learning, and how vain is art, Night shades the folemn arches of his brou
But as it mends the life, and guides the heart! And in his cheek the purple morning giov
What volumes have been swell’d, what time been Where'er serene he turns propitious eyes,
To fix a hero's birthday, or descent? [spent, Or we expect, or find, a paradise :
What joy must it now yield, what rapture raise, But if refentment reddens their mild beam
To see the glorious race of ancient days? The Eden kindles, and the world's in fan
To greet those worthies whu perhaps have stood On one hand, knowledge shines in purest
Illuitrious on record before the food? On one, the sword of justice, fiercely brich
Alas! a nearer care your soul demands : Now bend the knee in sport, present the re
Cæsar unnoted in your presence stands. Now tell the scourg'd Impostor he shall ble

How vast the concourse! not in number more Thus glorious, thro' the courts of heaver The waves that break on the resounding thore, of life and death eternal bends hiscourse; lo The leaves that tremble in the shady grove, Loudthunders roundhimroll,andlightnings The lamps that giht the spangled vaults above; Tli' angelic host is rang'd in bright array; Those overwhelming armies, whose command Some touch the string, some strike the foun Said to one empire, fall; another, stand; And mingling voices in rich concert (well, I Whofe rear lay wrapt in night, while breaking Voices teraplic! bieft with such a strain, dawn

Could Satan hear, he were a god again. Rous'd the broad front, and call dthe battle on ; Triumphant King of Glory! Soul of ba Great Xerxes'worldin arins,proud Canna's field, What a Itupendous turn of fate is this ! Wirere Carthagetaughtvictorious Rome to yield, O! whither art thou rais'd above the scorn (Another blow had broke the Fates decree, And indigence of him in Bethlem born ; And earth had wanted her fourth monarchy.) | A needleis, helpless, unaccounted gueft

, Immortal Blenheim, fam`d Ramillia’s hoft,

And but a second to the fodder d beast! They all are here, and here they all are loft: Howchang'dfrom him,who meeklyproftrate Their millions fwell to he difcern'd in vain, Vouchsafd to wash the feet himself had m. Loft as a billow in th' unbounded main. From him who was betray'd, forlook, der

This echoing voice now rends the yielding air: Wept languith'd, pray'd, bled, thirsted, gru "Foriudgment.judgment, fonsof men,prepare!,

and died; Earth thakes mew; 'I hear her groans profound, Hung, pierc'd and bare, insulted by the fo And hell thro' all her trembling realms resound. Allheavenintearsabove, earthunconcern'de

Whoe'erthou art, thou greatelt pow'r of earth. And was 't enough to bid the Sun retiro Bleit with most equal planets at thy birth, Why did not Nature at thy groan expire ? Whofe valour drew tle most successful sword, I fee, I hear, I feel, the pangs divine; Most realms united in one common lord; The world is vanith'd I am wholly thine Who on the day of triumplı

, said'st, Be thine Mifuken Caiaphas! ah! which blafphen The skies, Jehovah, all this world is mine ; Thou or thypris'ner? which thallbe condem Dare not to lift thine eye-Alas, my muse! Well might it thou rend thy garments, wel Howart thoulost! wiatnumberscanıtthouchoose? Deep are the horrors of eternal fame! [cid

A sudden bluh inflames the waving sky, But God is good ! 'tis wondrous all! ev'r And now the crimson curtains open fly; Thou gav'st todeath,thame,torture, diedfor Lo! far within, and far above all height, Now thie descending triumph stops its this Where heaven's great Sovreign reigns in worlds From earth full twice a planetary height. of light,

There all the clouds condens d twocolumns Whence nature He informs, and with one ray Distinct with orient veins and golden blaze Shot from his eye, does all her works survey, One fix'd on earth, and one in lea ; and rou Creates,lupports,confounds!wheretiineandplace, Its ample foot the swelling billows found. Mitter, and form, and fortune, life, and grace, There an immeasurable arch support, Wait humily at the footstool of their God, The grand tribunal of this awful court. And move obcdient at his awtul nod; Sheets of bright azure form the purelt sl. v , Whence he beholds us vagrant emmets crawl Stream from the crystal arch, and round the At random on this air-furneuded ball

lumns fly. (Speck of creation!): if he pour one breath, Death, wrapt in chains, low at the bafis lie: Thir bubble brooks, and 'tis cternal death. And on the piont of his own arrow dies.

Thence illuing I behold (hut mortal light Hlere high'enthron'dth'eternal Judge is pl Suitains not suchi a ruhing lea of light! With all the grandeur of his Godhead grac for's robe; in bewuteous order meet, Thy pleasure points theshaft and bends the bow, dansa burns beneath bis awful feet.

The cluster blaits or bids it brightly glow: Nwe changer eninently bright,

'Tis thou that lead 'It our pow'rful armies forth, zasilver stafo: wand'rous height, And giv'it great Annethy sceptre o'erthe north. Corsche Christua tig, which waving Aies, “ Grant I may ever, at the morning ray, 4:43 ani onens more than half the ikies: Open with pray’r the confecrated day; T:Cusftiona red, it sheds a stain Tune thy great praise, and bid my soul arise, Wooee is fans, on earth, and air, and main; And with the mounting sun ascend the ikies ! 1.o siebie and fets on fire the wood,

As that advances, let my zeal improve, Aamutne deco-dyed ocean into blood. And glow with ardour of consuninate love ; 0rbole Glory! dreadful bright! Nor cease at eve, but with the setting sun Biztuture to the guilty light! My endless worship shall be still begun. Art wary mnie, nor dáre reveal

“ And, oh, permit the gloom of folenn night pas tronglts with the polluted dwell. To facred thought may forcibly invite.

w make the Sun shrink in his beam) When this world's thut, and awful planets rise, Daria, they with it all a dream; Call on our minds, and raile them to the skies.

of their fouls may with their limba decay, Compote our souls with a less dazzling light, 176je muild of his eternal sway.

And thew all nature in a milder light; Bees, it thou know it the means, unfold How ev'ry boilt'rous thought in calms fubsides;

with transport might the icene behold. How the imooth'd spirit into goodness glides! 4, 5-* sut by Repentance-by a mind O how divine, to tread the milky way,

unikere its own ofence to find? To the bright palace of the Lord of day! B: 2 and groans, and never-cealing care, His court admire, or for his favour sue, ki ste pous violence of pray'r?

Or leagues of friendihip with his faints renew! Tea, wita fervency till now unknown, Pleas'd to look down, and see the world alleep, I shat before th' eternal throne,

While I long vigils to its Founder keep ![troul, temple, wbich the skies surround, “ Canit thou not take the centre? Oh con

cits Lord a narrow bound: [weigh, Subdue by force. the rebel in my foul! in whofe balance does the mountains Thou, who canit fill the raging of the flood, 12:r the wiid tumultuous feas obey,

Restrain the virious tumults of my blood; Wyse bizari can turn those wat 'ry worlds to Teach me, with equal firmness, to sustain

Alluring pleasure, and aflauiting pain. T* tre to tempest, and that terr.pelt tame; O may I pant for Thee in each delire,

acred son, all trembling, proitrate falls, And with ttrong faith foment the holy fre! 'enties of thy goodness calis.

Stretch out my loul in hope, and grasp the prize **winds all pali ottence to sweep, Which in Etcrnity's deep borom lies! Turbury in the deep :

At the great day of recompence behold, 1:59, mwakness, may I ever see, Devoid of fear, the fatal book unfold ! A me my loul to thee! Then, wafred upwards to to the blissful seat,

fiow From age to age my grateful fong repeat; a: 15.30, nor human motive know! My Light, my Life, my God, my Saviour fee,

And rival angels in the praise of Thee!" A. taseful indignation raile. bih 2m to fuccour the distress'd,

Fables for tbe Female Sex. Moore. in the ingen from the soul oppreis d.

The Eagle and the y unde tanding ever read

Assembly of Birds.
Aicine, ubich thy wisdom made!
Tous lemy den Spring with Aow'rypride To her Royal Highness the Princess of Wales.

serta semmel like a sparkling bride? The moral lay, to beauty due, 1.

7. the mother Autumn's bed to crown? I write, Fair Excellence, to yon; Ausrid Winter lay her honours down? Well pleas'd to hope my vacant hours

e great Ottoman, or greater Czar, Have been einploy'd to sweeten yours. Sve's arbitreis of peace and war. Truth under fiction I impart, ka ndond, 2nd earth and heav'n be join'd, To weed out folly from the heart, T....D'eternal Author to my mind ! And thew the pathis that lead astray

sans roar, or awrul thunders roll, The wand'ring nymph from wildom's way, e-ghts of thy dread vengeance thake I tiatter none. The great and good

Are by their actions understood; Togeth's in bloom, or planets proudlyshine, Your monument, if actions raise, As my heart, the Majetty divine ! Shall I deface by idle praise?

merry scene of lite, or peace, or war, I echo not the voice of Fame ;

**), 03 want, thy glory be my care ! That dwelis delighted on your name: De we in arms or ling beneath our vine? Her friendly tale, however true, Tale as tbe vintage, and the conquest thine: Were flatt'ry, if I told it you.

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my bull

The proud, the envious, and the vain, Blund'rers, who level in the dark,
The jilt, the prude, demand my frain ; And always shoot belide the mark."
To these, detesting praise, I write,

He names not me; but these are hints, And vent in charity my spite :

Which manifest at whom he squints, With friendly hand I hold the glass

I were indeed that blund'ring fowl, To all, promiscuous, as they pass :

To question if he meant an owl. Should folly there her likeness view,

Ye wretches, hence! the Eagle cries, I fret not that the mirror's true :

'Tis conscience, conscience that applies; If the fantastic form offend,

The virtuous mind takes no alarm, . I made it not, but would amend.

Secur'd by innocence from harm; Virtue, in ev'ry clime and age,

While Guilt, and his affociate Fear,
Spurns at the folly-soothing page;

Are startled at the passing air.
While satire, that offends the ear,
Of vice and passion, pleases her.
Premising this, your anger spare ;

$313. FABLE 11. The Panther, the Hor And claim the fable you who dare.

and other Beajts. The birds in place, by fictions pressid, The man who seeks to win the fair To Jupiter their pray'rs addressid:

(So custom says) must truth forbear ; By specious lyes the state was vex'd,

Must fawn and flatter, cringe and lye, Their counsels libellers perplex'd;

And raise the goddess to the sky.
They begg'd (to stop feditious tongues) For truth is hateful to her ear;
A gracious hearing of their wrongs.

A rudeness which she cannot bear.
Jove grants the suit. The Eagle fate A rudeness ! Yes, I speak my thoughts;
Decider of the grand debate.

For truth upbraids her with her faults. The Pye, to trust and pow'r preferr'd, How wretched, Chloe, then am I, Demands permission to be heard.

Who love you and yet cannot lye? Says he, prolixity of phrase

And stiil, to make you less my friend, You know I hate. This libel says,

I strive your errors to amend! “Some birds there are, who, prone to noise, But thall the senseless fop impart Are hir'd to silence wisdom's voice;

The softest passion to your heart; And skill'd, to chatter out the hour, While he, who tells you honest truth; Rise by their emptiness to pow'r."

And points to happiness your youth, That this is aim'd direct at me,

Determines, by his care, his lot, No doubt you'll readily agree ;

And lives neglected and forgot ? Yet well this fage allembly knows,

Trust me, my dear, with greater ease, By parts to government I rose.

Your taste for fatt'ry I could please ; My prudent counsels prop the state; And fimiles in each dull line, Magpies were never known to prate. Like glow-worms in the dark, should thing

The Kite rose up. His honest heart What if I say your lips disclose In virtue's sufferings bore a part.

The freshness of the op'ning rose ? That there were birds of prey he knew: Or that your cheeks are beds of flow'rs; So far the libeller said true :

Enripen'd by refreshing thow'rs? “ Voracious, bold, to rapine prone,

Yet certain as these flow'rs thall fade,
Who knew no int'reft but their own ; Time ev'ry beauty will invade.
Who hovoring oe'r the farmer's yard, The buttersty of various hue,
Nor pigeon, chick, or duckling spar'd." More than the flow'r resembles you ;
This might be true; but, if applied Fair, Autt'ring, fickle, busy thing,
To him, in troth, the flanderer lyed.

To pleasure ever on the wing,
Since ign'rance then might be milled, Gaily coqnetting for an hour,
Such things, he thought, were beft unsaid. To die, and ne'er be thought of more.

The Crow was vex'd. As yefter-morn Would you the bloom of youth should la He flew across the new sown corn,

'Tis virtue that must bind it fait ; A screaming boy was set for pay,

An easy carriage, wholly free He knew, to drive the crows away;

From four reserves or levity; Scandal had found him out in turn,

Good-natur'd mirth, an open heart, And buzz'd abroad that crows love corn. And looks unskill'd in any art; The Oul arose with folemn face,

Humility enough to own And thus harangu'd upon the case . The frailties which a friend makes known, That magpies prate, it may be true ;

And decent pride enough ?o know A kite may be voracious too;

The worth that virtue can bestow. Crows sometimes deal in new-lown pease ; These are the charms which ne'er decay, Jle libe's not, who strikes at thele:

Though youth and beauty fade away ; The llander's here" But there are birds, And time, which all things else removes, Whole wisdom lies in looks not words; Still heightens virtue, and improves,


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Ya“ frown, and ask, To what intent Dismiss the train of fops and fools,
TE 2: adiress to you is fent?

And learn to live by wisdom's rules:
Top the question, and confess

Such beauties might the lion warm, you, if I lov'd you less.

Did not your folly break the charm; 13 be ungy, or complain,

For who would court that lovely shape, interade while you are vain.

To be the rival of an ape? kreacha lion's peaceful reign,

He said, and snorting in disdain, Winbaks met friendly on the plain, Spurn'd at the crowd, and fought the plain. A Puzz of majestic port (The vet female of the court) Wskin, and eyes of fire,

§ 312. FABLE II. The Nightingale and

I: 6757bofom with desire.
Vir: te mov'd, a servile crowd

The prudent nymph, whose cheeks disclose Otag creatures cring'd and bow'd :

The lily and the blushing rose, 44 evry week she held

From public view her charms will screen, (13 dem belles) with coxcombs fill'd;

And rarely in the crowd be seen; Ple, and noniense, and grimace,

This simple truth shall keep her wiseAs and candal, fill'd the place.

“ The fairelt fruits attract the flies.” thegay fantastic thing

One night a Glow-worm, proud and vain, Lite fpacious ring!

Contemplating her glitt'ring train,

Cried, Sure there never was in vature
as, with important look,
irank, the Nonkey spoke:

So elegant, so fine a creature. cigde mne, madam! but I swear,

All other insects that I fee, eser look d so fair:

The frugal ant, industrious bee, smjeness, but I vow

Or filk-worm, with contempt I view; 5 *** quite divine till now;

With all that low, mechanic crew, that thape! and then those eyes! Who servilely their lives employ

In business, enemy to joy. ci the gazer dies!"

Mean, vulger herd ! ye are my scorns ; for goodnels hush, 17.3 ixt you make me blush;

For grandeur only I was born, 1*** at this rate;

Or sure am sprung from race divine T... stry, which I hate.

And plac'd on earth to live and thine, 121, n deper cunning vers'd,

Those lights that sparkle fo on high, Thad her irind rehears’d,

Are but the glow-worms of the sky; s knowledge, taite, and sense,

And kings on earth their gems admira, Lietas tave vait pretence!

Because they imitate my fire. 1** **** them always vain

She spoke. Attentive on a spray,

A Nightingale forbore his lay ; **** occasingly his part,

He saw the shining moríel near, 1.Funaid in his art.

And flew, directed by the glare; The Best arcu id his ain'rous flame,

Awhile he gaz'd with sober look, dark-what he durst not name ;

And thus the trembling prey bespoke: Tez metting in the wood

Deluded fool, with pride elate! * The sis meaning understood.

Know, 'tis thy beauty brings thy fate : E = 72 the bold address,

Less dazzling, long thou mightít have lain Fod; but yet the must confess

Unheeded on the velvet plain : ***355 might infame his blood,

Pride, soon or late, degraded mourns,
L's phraie was somewhat rude.

And beauty wrecks whom the adorns.
Hey her neatness much admir'd;
2. Als ker swiftness fir'd :

§ 313. FABLE IV. Hymen and Death. 7:s to feed her fully Itrove,

SIXTEEN, d'ye fay? Nay then 'tis time; * * ir praises thar'd her love. Another year destroys your prime.

*Hre, whose gen'rous heart disdain'd Brit stay—the settlement? That 's made." A - servile flatt'ry gain'd,

Why then 's my simple girl afraid? *mul courage filence broke,

Yet hold a moment, if you can, 4.3s with indi nation broke:

And heedfully the fable scan. tring nonkeys fawn and prate, The Shades were fled, the morning blushid, Tom; raise contempt or hate;

The winds were in their caverns huih'd,

When Hymen, pensive and sedate, m's turn'd to ridicule,

Held o'er the fields his musing gait. seted by the grinning fool.

Behind him, thro' the green-wood shade, ridwr your wit commends, serca to his selfith ends;

Death's meagre form the god survey'd ; se fatt'rer turn away,

Who quickly, with gigantic stride, indaisTinke itiendthips to betray, Outwent his pace, and join'd his lide.

(25:rside not to attain ;


The chat on various subjects ran,

Beauty can only point the dart, Till angry Hymen thus began :

"Tis neatness guides it to the heart; Relentless Death! whose iron sway Let neatness then and beauty strive Mortais reluctant must obey,

To keep a wav`ring flame alive. S:ill oi thy pow'r fball I complain,

'Tis harder far you 'll find it true) And thy 100 partial hand arraign?

To keep the conquest, than subdue; When Cupid brings a pair of hearts, Admit us once behind the screen, All ovet fuck with equal darts,

What is there farther to be seen? Thy cruel trafis my hopes deride,

A newer face may raise the flame, And cut the knot that Ilymen tied.

But ev'ry woman is the same. Sall not the bloody and the bold,

Then study chiefly to improve The miser hcarding up his gold,

The charm that fix'd your husband's love. The larlot reeking from the itew,

Weigh well his humour. Was it dress Alone tiy fell revenge pursue?

Thar gave your beauty pow'r to bless? But must the gentle and the kind

Pursue it still; be neater seen; Thy fury, und itinguith'd, find?

'Tis always frugal to be clean; The monarch calmly thus replied: So shall you keep alive desire, Weigó weil the cause, and then decide. And time's swist wing shall fan the fire. Thirriend of yours you lately nam'd,

In garret high (as lay) Cand alone, is to be blam'd;

A Poet lung his tuneful lay; Ti ület the charge be justly laid:

So soft, so smooth, his verse you'd swear Triidie by negle&is his trade,

Apollo and the Muses there: Anthily cne in twenty years

Thro' all the town his prailes rung; c.pict? your temple bears.

His fonnets at the playhouse fung; Tie wrenche, w im your office blends, High waving o'er his lab'ring head, Sleius eu", or Plurus sends;

The goddess Want her pinions spread, li kecue, and biteness, and strife, And with poetic fury fir'd At Comen to the nuptial life.

What Phæbus faintly bad inspir’d. Deserere! incre than all mankind

A noble youth, of tute and wit, Vur vot'rie; my compillion find.

Approv'd the {prightly things he writ, lei cruel an I call'd, and base,

And fought him in his cobweb dome, Who seek the wretched to release;

Discharg'd his rent, and brought him home. The captive from his bonds to free,

Behold him at the itately board! Indisoluble brit for me.

Who but the Poet and


Lord! 'Tis I entice him to the yoke; day deliciously he dines, By me your crowded altars smoke :

And greedy quatts the gen'rous wines; For mortais boldly care the nuose,

His fides were plump, his skin was tleek, Secure that Deal will fet them loose.

And plenty winton d on his cheek;

Altonish'd at the change so new, § 314 The Poet and bis Patron,

Away th' inspiring goddess few.

Now, dropt for politics and news, WHY, Cælia, is your spreading waist Neglećicd lay the drooping muie, So loose, fo negligently lac'd ?

Uninindfiu whence his fortune came, Why must the wrapping bed-gown hide He itifled the poetic tame; Your inowy bolom's swelling pride? Nor tale, nor lonnet, for my lady, How iil that dreis adorns your head, Lanipoon, nor epigram, was ready: Distain 'd and rumpled from the bed!

With just contempt his Patron faw These clouds that made your blooming face (Resolv'd his bounty to withdraw); A little water might displace,

And thus, with anger in his look, As Nature ev'ry morn bestows

The late-repenting fool bespoke : The crystal de w to dtane the rose.

Biind to the good that courts thee grow Thole treffes, as the raven black,

Whence has the sun of favour thone? That wav'd in ringlets down your back, Delighted with tly tuneful art, Uncomb'd, and injurd by negicet,

Etteem was growing in my heart ; Detting the face which once thay deck d. But idly thou rteci'ft the charm

Whence thi, forgetfulness of dress? That gave it birth, and kept it warm. Pray, Nizam, are you married ?-Yes. Unthinking fools alone defpise Niy, then indeed the worder ceases; The arts that taught them firit to rise. No ma ter now how lose your «reis is; The end is won, your fort'.ne's made;

$ 395. FABLE VI. Your fi:iti now many ti ke the trade.

and the Lamb. Alas! what pity 'tis to find

Duty demands, the parent's voice Tris fault in nalf the to male kind!

Should fanctify the daughter's choice: Fiom hence proceed averticn, ftrife,

In that is due obedience thewn; And all that lours the wedded life.

To choose, belongs to her alone.


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