III.

How fplendid all the sky! how still!

How mild the dying gale!

How foft the whispers of the rill
That winds along the dale!
So tranquil Nature's works appear,
It seems the Sabbath of the year;
As if, the Summer's Labour past, she chofe
This feafon's fober calm for blandishing repose.
IV.

Such is of well-fpent life the time,
When busy days are past,

Man verging gradual from his prime,
Meets facred Peace at laft:

His flowery Spring of pleasures o'er,
And Summer's full-blown pride no more,

He gains pacific Autumn, meek and bland,

And dauntless braves the ftroke of Winter's palfy'd hand.

V.

For yet awhile, a little while,
Involv'd in wint❜ry gloom,

And lo! another Spring fhall fmile,
A Spring eternal bloom;

Then shall he shine, a glorious guest,

In the bright manfions of the bleft,

Where due rewards on Virtue are bestow'd,

And

reap the golden fruits of what his Autumn fow'd.

A SONG,

A SON G.

I.

WAY, let nought to love displeasing
My Winifreda, move thy fear,

Let nought delay the heav'nly bleffing,
Nor fqueamish pride, nor gloomy care.
II.

What tho' no grants of royal donors
With pompous titles grace our blood,
We'll fhine in more fubftantial honours,
And to be noble we'll be good.
III.

What tho' from Fortune's lavish bounty
No mighty treasures we poffefs,
We'll find within our pittance plenty,

And be content without excess.
IV.

Still fhall each kind returning feason,

Sufficient for our wishes give,

For we will live a life of reason,

And that's the only life to live.
V.

Our name, whilft virtue thus we tender,
Shall fweetly found where'er 'tis fpoke,
And all the great ones much shall wonder,
How they admire fuch little folk,
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VI. Thro'

VI.

Thro' youth and age in love excelling,
We'll hand in hand together tread,
Sweet fmiling Peace shall crown our dwelling,
And babes, sweet smiling babes our bed.
VII.

How fhould I love the pretty creatures,
Whilst round my knees they fondly clung,
To fee 'em look their mother's features,
To hear 'em lifp their mother's tongue.
VIII.

And when with envy time transported
Shall think to rob us of our joys,

You'll in your girls again be courted,

And I go wooing in my boys.

An ODE, written in 1717, on occasion of the Duke of MARLBOROUGH'S Apoplexy.

A

I.

WEFUL hero, Marlb'rough rife:

Sleepy charms I come to break:

Hither turn thy languid eyes:

Lo! thy Genius calls; awake!

II. Well

II,

Well furvey this faithful plan,
Which records thy life's great ftory;

'Tis a fhort, but crowded span,

Full of triumphs, full of glory.

III.

One by one thy deeds review.

Sieges, battles, thick appear;
Former wonders, loft in new,

Greatly fill each pompous year.
IV.

This is Blenheim's crimson field,

Wet with gore, with flaughter ftain'd!

Here retiring fquadrons yield,

And a bloodless wreath is gain'd!

V.

Ponder in thy godlike mind

All the wonders thou haft wrought; Tyrants, from their pride declin'd, Be the fubject of thy thought!

VI.

Reft thee here, while life may last:
Th' utmost blifs, to man allow'd,

Is to trace his actions past,

And to own them great and good.

Swift the fading scenes remove

Let them pafs with noble scorn,

Thine are worlds, which roll above.

VIII.

Poets, prophets, heroes, kings,
Pleas'd, thy ripe approach foresee ;
Men, who acted wond'rous things,
Tho' they yield in fame to thee.
IX.

Foremost, in the patriot-band,

Shining with distinguish'd day,
See thy friend, Godolphin ftand!
See! he beckons thee away.

X.

Yonder feats and fields of light
Let thy ravish'd thought explore
Wishing, panting for thy flight!
Half an angel; man no more.

TRANSLATIONS from HORACE.

By Mr. MARRIOTT, of Trinity-Hall, Cambridge.

Book I. Ode XVIII. Invitation to his Miftrefs.

FT Faunus leaves Arcadia's plain,

OFT

And to the Sabine hill retreats :

He guards my flocks from rufhing rain,

From piercing winds, and fcorching heats.
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