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Nor shall it wever from one Subject start,

Nor feek Transitions to depart ;
Nor its set way o'er Stiles and Bridges make,

Nor thro' Lanes a Compass take,
As if it fear'd fome Trespass to commit,

When the wide Air's a Road for it.
So the Imperial Eagle does not ftay

Till the whole Carcass he devour,

That's fall'n into his Pow'r,
As if his gen'rous Hunger understood,
That he can never want plenty of Food;

He only sucks the taftful Blood,
And to fresh Game flies cheerfully away,

To Kites and meaner' Birds be leaves the mangled Prey.
This sort of Poetry is employ'd in all Manner of Subjects
in Pleasant, in Grave, in Amorous, in Heroick, in Philoso-
phical, in Moral, and in Divine.

Blank Verse is where the Measure is exa&ty kept with, out Rhyme ; Shakespear, to avoid the troublesome Conftrainc of Rhyme, was the first who invented it; our Poers since him have made use of it in many of their Tragedies and Comedies : But the moft celebrated Poem in this kind of Verse is Milton's Paradise Loft ; from the sth Book of which I have taken the following Lines for an Example of Blank Verfe.

These are thy glorious Works, Parent of Good!
Almighty ! thine this universal Frame,
Thus wondrous fair! thy self how wondrous then !
Speak you, who bejt can tell, ye Sons of Light,
Angels ! for you behold him, and with Songs,

And Choral Symphonies, Day without Night
Circle his Throne rejoycing, you in Heaven.
On Earth ! joyn all ye. Creatures, to extol
Him first, him laft, him midst, and without end.
Fairest of Stars ! laft in the Train of Night,
If better thou belong not to the Dawn,
Sure Pledge of Day, that crown'st the smiling Morn
With thy bright Circlet, praise him in thy Sphere,
While Day arises, that sweet Hour of Prime !
Thou Sun of this great World both Eye and Soul,

Acknowledge him thy Greater, Sound his Praise
In thy eternal Course, both when thou climb's
And when bigh Noon haft gair'd, and when thou fal'.
Moon! that now meetft'the Orient Sun, now flyix
With the fix'd Stars, fix'd in their Orb that flies,
And ye five other wandring Fires ! that move
In Mystick Dance, not without Song, resound



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His Praise, who out of Darkness call'd up Light.
Air ! and ye Elements ! the eldest Birth
of Nature's Womb, that in Quaternion run
Perpetual Circle multiform, and mix
And nourish all things; let your ceaseless Change
Vary to our great Maker still new Praise.
Ye Mists and Exhalations ! that now rise
From Hill or steaming Lake, dusky or grey,
Till the Sun paint your fleecy Skirts with Gold,
In Honour to the World's great Author rise;
Whether to deck with Clouds th’uncolour'd Sky,
Or wet the thirsty Earth with falling Show'rs,
Rising or falling, fill advance his Praise.
His Praise, ye Winds! that from four Quarters blow,
Breath Left or loud ; and wave your Tops, ye Pines !
With ev'ry Plant, in sign of Worsbip, wave.
Fountains ! and ye that warble as you flow
Melodious Murmurs, warbling tune his Praise.
Join Voices all ye living Souls, ye Birds !
That singing, up to Heav'n's high Gate ascend,
Bear on your Wings, and in your Notes his Praise.
Te tha: in Waters glide! and ye

that walk
The Earth! and stately tread, or lowly creep ;
Witnefs if i be silent, Ev'n or Morn,
To Hill or Valley, Fountain or fresh Shade,
Made vocal by my Song, and taught his Praise


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Thus I have given a short Account of all the sorts of Poems, that are moft us’d in our Language. The Acrosticks, Anagrams, bo. deserve not to be mention'd, and we may say of them what an ancient Poet said long ago.

Stultum eft difficiles habere Nugas,
Et ftultu Labor est ineptiarum.




Most Natural and Sublime

V I 2.
Allusions, Similes, Descriptions, and Chao

racters, of Persons and Things; that are
in the best English Poets.

Sic pofitæ, quoniam suaves miscetis Odores.


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The NAMES of the AUTHORS that are cited

by their Abbreviations in this Collection.


R. Addison Add. Lee

Lee. Dr. Atterbury Atter. Milton

Milt. Beaumont and Fletcher Beau. Mar. of Normandy, now Duke Behn

Behn. of Buckingham. Norm. Sir Richard Blackmore Black. Oldham

Oldh. Brown Brown. Otway

Otw. Late D. of Buckingham Buck. Mr. Prior

Prior. Cleaveland Cleav. Ratcliff

Rat. Mr. Congreve

Cong. Late Earl of Rochester Roch. Cowley

Cow). E. of Roscomon Rosc. Creech Cr. Mr. Rowe

Row. Sir William Davenant Dav. Sir Cha. Sedley

Sed. Dr. Davenant Dr. Da. Shakespear

Shak. Sir John Denham Denh. Mr. Southern

South. Mr. Dennis

Den. Dr.Sprat Bilh. of Roch. Sprat. Earl of Dorfet Dorf. Mr. Stafford

Staff Dryden Dryd. Mr. Stepney

Step. Mr. Duke Duke. Sir John Suckling

Suckl. Dr. Garth Gar. Mr. Tate

Tate: Lord Halifax Hal. Walsh

Wal. Mr. Harvey Harv. Waller

Wall. Sir Robert Howard How. Mr. Wycherley

Wych. Hudibras Hud. Mr. Yalden

Yald. Ben Jobnson


Qui, quid fit pulchrum, quid turpe, qaid utile, quid non,
Plenius ac melius Chryfippo & Grantore dicuni.






Most Natural and Sublime



ABSENCE. See Parking.
Mourn in Absence, Love's eternal Night, Dryd. Pal.Arg.

It was not kind,
To leave me, like a Turtle, here alone,
To droop, and mourn the Absence of


Mate. When thou art from me ev'ry Place is desart, And I methinks am savage and forlorn. Thy Presence only 'tis can make me bless'd; Heal my unquiet Mind, and tune my Soul. Otw. Orph.

Love reckons Hours for Months, and Days for Years; And ev'ry little Absence is an Age.

Dryd. Amphit. The tedious Hours move heavily away, And each long Minute seems a lazy Day. Otw. Cai. Mar.

For thee the bubbling Springs appear'd to mourn, And whisp'ring Pines made Vows for thy Return. Dryd. Virg.

Night must involve the World till the appear ; The Flow'rs in painted Meadows hang their Heads; The Birds awake not to their morning Songs, Nor early Hinds renew their constanč Labour : Ev'n Nature seems to slumber till her Call, Regardless of th’Approach of any other Day. Row. Uly

Winds murmurid thro' che Leaves your short Delay, And Fountains o'er their Pebbles chid your stay: But, with your Presence chear'd, they cease to mourn, And Walks wear fresher Green at your Return. Dryd. State of Inn.

The Joys of Meeting pay the Pangs of Absence, Else who could bear it?



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