STANZAS OCCASIONED BY mr. pope's trANSLATION OF Horace, BOOK IV. BOOK I. ADDRESSED TO THE HONOURABLE MR. MURRAY. WHILE Pope to friendship consecrates the lyre, The Loves to hear the notes assembled throng! And, with the softness of renew'd desire, Inspire the dear re-animated song! Unrival'd bard, the kindly task forbear! The youth before had worth too much to boast; Hard fate! a praise so wish'd as yours to shun, INSCRIPTION DESIGNED FOR the pedestal OF A WHITE Marble sta- STRANGER! lest rash Actæon's fate you prove, WRITTEN IN MR. THOMSON'S ESSAYS ON LIBERTY. Nibil est fœdius servituti, ad decus et libertatem nati sumus-non potest parvo constare libertas, hanc si juste æstimas, omnia alia parvo æstimanda sunt. Cicero. WHEN Liberty celestial goddess saw How bright the colours! and how strong the shade! Though every heart the love of me should lose, TO SEMANTHE. ODE. FORGIVE, fair nymph, an unsuccessful lyre, That would so bright a character essay; If tuneful numbers merit could inspire, Yours should be sung the most distinguish'd way. Oft had I heard indeed the voice of fame Repeat the wonders of Semanthe's youth; Till prepossess'd like Sheba's queen I came, And found, like her, that fame fell short of truth. But different widely was our fate in this, With Solomon conversing long she stay'd; I only snatch'd an accidental bliss, Nor could I know the treasure I survey'd. The genuine splendour of its parent mine; Not juster sentiments a Prior wrote! Where sense and beauty, perfect thus, unite! The climate is so like their native air. So rich Sabæa's aromatic land Does without toil its spicy products yield; THE PARALLEL ODE. ALMERIA with an angel-face Her form with pride surveys ! And, as she moves with matchless grace, The conquer'd world obeys! Her eyes dispense resistless darts, As the bright Sun, in Afric's clime, His burning beams displays; Alike her torrid beauties shine So fierce, 't is fate to gaze! Cecilia bless'd with milder charms So Cynthia Heav'n's enliv'ning queen Glides o'er the skies with placid mien, Such is Cecilia!-sweetly bright, Happy, so near ally'd is found One sister's smiles relieve the wound, ΤΟ CLARISSA, WITH A ROSE-BUD. ODE. Quam longa una dies, ætas est tam longa rosarum. CLARISSA, view this newly-nascent rose, Like that in fair perfection's opening dawn, Yet from the parent-plant's exhausted side, See yon fair shoot its lively odours spread! Rising in early beauty's native pride, And softly blushing with maternal red! Then haste, thou beauteous charmer! to employ So when dark Fate, irrevocably cross, The phenix so, amidst the spicy blaze TO HILARIA. ODE. HILARIA is scarcely arriv'd at thirteen, We know she has more than she cares to reveal. As they say the first Brutus, suspected of treason, Oh say, thou dear trifler! delightfully wild, But your wit you well know does your age so excell, TO ETHELINDA. DUBIOUS of what repeating Fame had told, I self-conducted sought the fatal place. Possess'd his wish, and by his wish was lost. TO MARINDA, SINGING. ODE. Quæ voces avium-quantæ per inane volatus? WHE I only gaz'd, and listen'd,—and admir'd! Since that dear moment in my thrilling ear Again she sings !-my fond reviving ear Or graces, transport pass'd too slightly by! Oh say, Marinda! by what matchless art Recall'd his treasure from the realms of night! So bright Cæcilia's swelling measures strong Rais'd the fair seraph to the fields of light! Such pow'r have sacred numbers when combin'd, To soften or exalt the human mind! Nor blame if prepossess'd I give my voice, And Music's force to beauty's charms compare; Angels themselves will vindicate the choice, And own I justly fix the preference there! Since all we know of those bless'd forms above, Is that they're made of harmony and love. THE ADVICE. Sic visum Veneri, cui placet impares Formas atque animos sub jugâ ahenea Sævo mittere cum joco. Hor. AURELIA, once the fairest maid That grac'd the flow'ry plain; By Love, deceitful Love, betray'd, Has match'd a faithless swain ! By duty press'd, her struggling heart Deep in the grove-deserted youth! "But late," he cries, "was fix'd the hour My eager hopes to crown; My busy hands had dress'd the bow'r, "But oh, she's gone! my bleeding heart Yet feels the recent wound :”. He spoke when, from a neighb'ring part, The guardian pow'r, that watch'd the place, "To her engaging presence haste, She waits but to be kind; There lose the thought of sorrows pass'd, And lasting comfort find. "The joys, the lovely nymph bestows, Shall constant peace secure, And Love himself, that caus'd thy woes, ON THE MILITARY, PROCESSION OF THE ROYAL COMPANY OF ARCHERS', AT EDINBURGH, JULY 8, 1734. ODE. Tum validis flexos incurvant viribus arcus, YE martial breasts! the pride of Scotia's plain! Who thus her tribute to your worth would pay: And to her fair idea ardent fly! How paint the beauties of the warlike throng? Alas! assisted by no friendly pow'r, How shail she dare to strike the sacred lyre? And choose with silent safety to retire? With conscious joy I view thy matchless air! The subject well deserves thy guardian care. And thou great author of the tuneful art, Illustrious god of day! and pow'r of verse! Who, with thy own inevitable dart, Did'st once th' envenom'd Pythian monster pierce: Assist the Muse, in equal strains, to show The lasting honours of thy heav'nly bow! The uniformity of habit in the members of this society, which is composed entirely of gentlemen of rank and fashion, the beauty of the habit itself, and the rich dresses of the officers, who are some of them of the first quality, conspire to render the march of this company one of the most elegant processions imaginable, both for its regularity and beauty. The dress is a la Romaine, composed of fine plaid, adorned with deep green silk fringes, and lined with white silk; white stockings, and white gloves, blue bonnets a l'Ecossois, with the image of St. Andrew enamelled, placed in a cockade of white and green ribband. Their belts are composed of the two last colours. In their right hand they bear their bow. in their belts are fastened two darts. The officers for distinction have their habits trimmed with deep silver fringes, and their bonnets of blue velvet, adorned with jewels. The counsellors, who are six in number, have bonnets of crimson velvet. Their drums, music, and other attendants are in the company's livery of green and white. Their two standards are most richly embroidered. His grace the duke of Hamilton is at present captain general, and his grace the duke of Queensberry, the right honourable the earls of Crawford, Cassils, Wemyss, and Wigton, with the right honourable the lords Kinnaird and Rollo, general officers. Favour'd by thee, could matchless Pindar rise, To vast imagination loose the reins! Could, free, expatiate through the boundless skies, And eternize the great olympic scenes: Generous contention !-not unlike your own, Where Virtue only won, and wore the crown. The skill of archery, from oldest date, And freed the world with his resistless darts: From which, their doom imperial tyrants found, And Troy's proud walls were levell'd with the ground. Such were the arms repell'd the Roman force, When Crassus by the Parthian arrow dy'd! These stopp'd the eagle in her rapid course, And check'd the flight of her assuming pride! When bold Orodes scorn'd her lawless chain, And led to fight his valiant archer-train ! When Britain felt the same usurping yoke, By these, when Edward, with usurping aim, But hark! what lively sounds invade the ear! What warlike symphony approaches nigh? Behold in sight, the royal train appear! Their radiant ensigns waving in the sky! On high the crimson'd lion seems to glow, And threaten death to each opposing foe! Oh tell, Urania! who that godlike youth, Who shines distinguish'd captain at their head? Whose soul with noble honour fir'd, and truth, Exults the fair procession thus to lead! What dignity around his person plays, 'Tis Hamilton!-he needs no borrow'd rays. But see, the cheerful band apace advance! And the rich plaid displays its vivid dyes! Well-suited colours! happily combin'd! The fairest emblems of the social train; White as th' unsully'd temper of their mind, And gaily verdant as their native plain ! From such fair order higher beauty springs, Than all the glittering pride of eastern kings! Nor yet unmeaning is the lovely show, Proceeding on to the appointed field; Each in his hand uprears the social bow, Two darts may well supply the place of shield: For what are shield, or bow, or sword, or darts, To the firm vigour of undaunted hearts! But oh! to speak each honour'd leader's worth, Or ask aspiring Pindar's lofty hand: TO A GENTLEMAN, WHO IN A POEM, DESCRIBING A LADY'S PERSON, OMITTED How could the Muse Amelia's charms repeat Like those who sail by Zembla's icy coast; Or was hid malice all the poet's aim? So in the curious chart is oft laid down The dangerous shoal, that ships are taught to shun; But faithless guides!- -some rock unmark'd remains, That mocks the merchant's hope, and pilot's pains! THE first all-charming mother of mankind, How widely has the dire distemper spread PART III. Nihil infelicius eo, cui nihil unquam evenit adversi, non enim licuit, tali sese experire. Seneca. Exilium terribile est iis quibus quasi conscriptus est habitandi locus, non iis qui omnem terrarum orbem unam esse urbem ducunt. Cicero. THE ANNIVERSARY MOURNER. А РОЕМ. Dies (ni fallor) adest, quem semper acerbum Semper honoratum, sic dî voluistis! habebo. Virg. NINE years were past, and now the tenth arose, When, sad reclin'd on Thames' delightful shore, Mark'd with misfortunes, and replete with woes! The Muse began her sorrows to deplore. "Oh Night, whose mantle o'er the world is spread, Receive me in thy hospitable shade! Do thou inspire me !-let thy friendly gloom Assist my grief! and give reflection room, To view the horrours of that fatal day, That snatch'd the father, and the friend away! Fill'd my poor heart with anguish and despair, And left me naked to a world of care! "How shalt thou tell, what words can never paint, The shining virtues of the mortal saint? For such his equal life, compos'd and ev'n As seem'd a pattern of descending Heav'n; Some guardian-angel taught his rising youth The cheerful love of piety and truth! So early was his soul by these inspir'd, They seem'd in him as native, not acquir'd; But 'midst the graces that adorn'd his breast, Soft smiling Charity, celestial guest! With rays distinguish'd shone above the rest : And all his actions in one point combin'd, The love of God and welfare of mankind! His fervent zeal descended from above, Still calmly mild, and temper'd still with love, Taught him to pity such as went astray, And led him not to persecute, but pray. In him Religion, pure and unarray'd, Her irresistless native charms display'd; At once enliv'ning, cheerful, and serene, Void of all arts, and free from every stain ! "Nor need the Muse, to make his merit known, Tell how in public life it brightly shone, While parties join'd his real worth to own; Ev'n those his conscience led him to oppose In private conduct were no more his foes; With unconstrain'd applause his life approv'd, His character esteem'd, his person lov'd; Would for his converse eagerly contend, And thought it honour to be call'd his friend! "How did his wondrous conversation shine? At once instructive, pleasing, and divine! Such beav'nly candour dwelt upon his tongue, As comforted old age, and charm'd the young! Still so endearing, that where he appear'd, Each eye grew livelier, every heart was cheer'd; Pain stood suspended, sorrow fled away, And every face was innocently gay! "How just the sentiments? how strong the strain, In which he did the scripture-truths explain, And show Religion beautifully plain! How did he ardent all her joys reveal, And on her sacred charms enraptur'd dwell! |