Thro' verdant vales, and Ceres' golden reign:

Now rolling down the steep amain,

Headlong, impetuous, fee it

pour :

The rocks and nodding groves rebellow to the

roar.

II. 2.

Oh! Sovereign of the willing foul, Parent of sweet and folemn-breathing airs, Enchanting fhell! the fullen Cares,

And frantic Paffions, hear thy soft controul.

On Thracia's hills the Lord of War

Has curb'd the fury of his car,

And drop'd his thirsty lance at thy command. Perching on the fceptred hand

Of Jove, thy magic lulls the feather'd king With ruffled plumes, and flagging wing:

Quench'd in dark clouds of flumber lie

The terror of his beak, and light'nings of hiseye. 1. 3.

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I. 3...

Thee the voice, the dance obey,

Temper'd to thy warbled lay.

O'er Idalia's velvet-green

The rofy-crowned loves are feen

On Cytherea's day

With antic Sports, and blue-ey'd Pleasures,

Frifking light in frolic measures;

Now pursuing, now retreating,

Now in circling troops they meet:

To brifk notes in cadence beating,

Glance their many-twinkling feet.

Slow melting ftrains their Queen's approach

declare:

Where-e'er she turns the Graces homage pay. With arms fublime, that float upon the air, In gliding ftate fhe wins her eafy way:

O'er

O'er her warm cheek, and rifing bosom, move

The bloom of young defire, and purple light

of Love.

II. 1.

Man's feeble race what ills await!

Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain,
Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train,

And Death, fad refuge from the ftorms of Fate!
The fond complaint, my fong, difprove,
And justify the laws of Jove,

Say, has he given in vain the heav'nly Mufe?

Night, and all her fickly dews,

Her spectres wan, and birds of boding cry,

He gives to range the dreary sky:

Till down the eastern cliffs afar

Hyperion's march they fpy, and glitt'ring

fhafts of war.

II. 2.

In climes beyond the folar road,

Where fhaggy forms o'er ice-built mountains

roam,

The Mufe has broke the twilight gloom,

To cheer the shiv'ring native's dull abode.

And oft beneath the od'rous fhade

Of Chili's boundless forests laid,

She deigns to hear the favage youth repeat

In loose numbers wildly fweet

Their feather-cinctur'd chiefs, and dufky loves. Her track, where-e'er the Goddess roves,

Glory pursue, and gen'rous Shame,

Th' unconquerable Mind, and Freedom's holy

flame.

II. 3.

Woods that wave o'er Delphi's steep,

Ifles, that crown th' Egean deep,

Fields,

Fields, that cool Iliffus laves,

Or where Mæander's amber waves i

In lingering lab'rinths creep,

How do your tuneful echoes languish,
Mute, but to the voice of Anguish?

Where each old poetic mountain
Infpiration breath'd around;

Ev'ry fhade and hallow'd fountain
Murmur'd deep a folemn found::...

Till the fad Nine, in Greece's evil hour,

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Left their Parnaffus for the Latian plains. Alike they scorn the pomp of tyrant Power, And coward Vice, that revels in her chains, When Latium had her lofty fpirit loft,

They fought, oh Albion! next thy fea-en