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Till rude resistance lops the spreading god.
The daring Greeks deride the martial show,
And heap their vallies with the gaudy foe.

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Th' insulted sea with humbler thoughts he gains;

A single skiff to speed his flight remains;

Th' encumber'd oar scarce leaves the dreaded coast
Through purple billows and a floating host.
The bold Bavarian, in a luckless hour,
Tries the dread summits of Cæsarean. pow'r,
With unexpected legions bursts away,

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And sees defenceless realms receive his sway:

Short sway!-fair Austria spreads her mournful charms;
The queen, the beauty, sets the world in arms;
From hill to hill the beacon's rousing blaze
Spreads wide the hope of plunder and of praise;
The fierce Croatian and the wild Hussar,
With all the sons of ravage, crowd the war.
The baffled prince in honour's flatt'ring bloom

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Of hasty greatness finds the fatal doom,
His foes' derision and his subjects' blame,

And steals to death from anguish and from shame.
Enlarge my life with multitude of days!

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In health, in sickness, thus the suppliant prays;

Hides from himself his state, and shuns to know,

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He views, and wonders that they please no more.

Now pall the tasteless meats and joyless wines,

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And Luxury with sighs her slave resigns.

Approach, ye minstrels, try the soothing strain,

Diffuse the tuneful lenitives of pain:

No sounds, alas! would touch th' impervious ear,

Though dancing mountains witness'd Orpheus near;

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Nor lute nor lyre his feeble pow'rs attend,
Nor sweeter musick of a virtuous friend;
But everlasting dictates crowd his tongue,
Perversely grave or positively wrong.
The still returning tale and ling'ring jest

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Perplex the fawning niece and pamper'd guest,

While growing hopes scarce awe the gath'ring sneer,
And scarce a legacy can bribe to hear;

The watchful guests still hint the last offence,
The daughter's petulance, the son's expence,
Improve his heady rage with treach'rous skill,
And mould his passions till they make his will.
Unnumber'd maladies his joints invade,

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Lay siege to life, and press the dire blockade;
But unextinguish'd Av'rice still remains,

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And dreaded losses aggravate his pains:

He turns, with anxious heart and crippled hands,

His bonds of debt and mortgages of lands;
Or views his coffers with suspicious eyes,
Unlocks his gold, and counts it till he dies.

But grant, the virtues of a temp'rate prime
Bless with an age exempt from scorn or crime;
An age that melts with unperceiv'd decay,
And glides in modest innocence away;
Whose peaceful day Benevolence endears,
Whose night congratulating Conscience cheers ;
The gen'ral fav'rite as the gen'ral friend :
Such age there is, and who shall wish its end?
Yet ev'n on this her load Misfortune flings,
To press the weary minutes' flagging wings;
New sorrow rises as the day returns,
A sister sickens, or a daughter mourns.
Now kindred Merit fills the sable bier,

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Now lacerated Friendship claims a tear.
Year chases year, decay pursues decay,

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Still drops some joy from with'ring life away;

New forms arise, and diff'rent views engage,
Superfluous lags the vet'ran on the stage,
Till pitying Nature signs the last release,
And bids afflicted worth retire to peace.

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But few there are whom hours like these await,

Who set unclouded in the gulphs of Fate.
From Lydia's monarch should the search descend,

By Solon caution'd to regard his end,

In life's last scene what prodigies surprise

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Fears of the brave, and follies of the wise!

From Marlb'rough's eyes the streams of dotage flow,
And Swift expires a driv'ler and a show.

The teeming mother, anxious for her race,

Begs for each birth the fortune of a face:

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Yet Vane could tell what ills from beauty spring;

And Sedley curs'd the form that pleas'd a king.
Ye nymphs of rosy lips and radiant eyes,
Whom Pleasure keeps too busy to be wise;
Whom joys with soft varieties invite,—

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By day the frolick, and the dance by night;
Who frown with vanity, who smile with art,

And ask the latest fashion of the heart,

What care, what rules, your heedless charms shall save,

Each nymph your rival, and each youth your slave?

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Against your fame with fondness hate combines,
The rival batters, and the lover mines.
With distant voice neglected Virtue calls;

Less heard and less, the faint remonstrance falls :
Tir'd with contempt, she quits the slipp'ry reign,
And Pride and Prudence take her seat in vain.
In crowd at once, where none the pass defend,
The harmless freedom and the private friend.
The guardians yield, by force superior ply'd :
To Int'rest, Prudence; and to Flatt'ry, Pride.
Here Beauty falls betray'd, despis'd, distress'd,
And hissing Infamy proclaims the rest.

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Where then shall Hope and Fear their objects find?

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Which heav'n may hear; nor deem religion vain.
Still raise for good the supplicating voice,

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But leave to heav'n the measure and the choice;

Safe in his pow'r, whose eyes discern afar
The secret ambush of a specious pray'r.
Implore his aid, in his decisions rest,
Secure, whate'er he gives, he gives the best.
Yet when the sense of sacred presence fires,
And strong devotion to the skies aspires,
Pour forth thy fervours for a healthful mind,
Obedient passions, and a will resign'd;
For love, which scarce collective man can fill;
For patience, sov'reign o'er transmuted ill;

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For faith, that, panting for a happier seat,

Counts death kind Nature's signal of retreat :
These goods for man the laws of heav'n ordain;

These goods he grants, who grants the pow'r to gain;
With these celestial Wisdom calms the mind,
And makes the happiness she does not find.

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COLLINS.

THE PASSIONS.

WHEN Music, heav'nly maid, was young,
While yet in early Greece she sung,
The Passions oft, to hear her shell,
Throng'd around her magic cell,
Exulting, trembling, raging, fainting,
Possest beyond the Muse's painting;
By turns they felt the glowing mind
Disturb'd, delighted, rais'd, refin'd;
Till once, 'tis said, when all were fir'd,
Fill'd with fury, rapt, inspir'd,
From the supporting myrtles round
They snatch'd her instruments of sound;
And, as they oft had heard apart
Sweet lessons of her forceful art,
Each, for madness rul'd the hour,
Would prove his own expressive power.

First Fear his hand, its skill to try,
Amid the chords bewilder'd laid,
And back recoil'd, he knew not why,
Ev'n at the sound himself had made.

Next Anger rush'd; his eyes on fire

In lightnings own'd his secret stings;

In one rude clash he struck the lyre,

And swept with hurried hand the strings.

With woful measures wan Despair,

Low sullen sounds, his grief beguil'd,

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