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TO HENRYS and to EDWARDS old,

Dread names! I'd meditate the faithful song;
Or tell what time BRITANNIA,

Whilom the faireft daughter of old Ocean,

VI.

In loathly difarray, dull eyes,
And faded cheek, wept o'er her abject fons :
Till WILLIAM, great deliverer,
Led on the comely train, gay Liberty,
Religion, matron ftaid,

With all her kindred goddeffes;
Juftice with fteady brow,

Trim Plenty, laureat Peace, and green-hair'd Com

merce,

In flowing veft of thoufand hues.

Fain would I shadow out old Bourbon's pile Tott'ring with doubtful weight, and threat'ning

cumbrous fall;

VII.

Or trace our navy, where in tow'ring pride O'er the wide-fwelling wafte it rolls avengeful. As when collected clouds

Forth from the gloomy fouth in deep array, Athwart the dark'ning landscape throng, Fraught with loud ftorms, and thunder's dreadful

peal,

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At which the murd'rer ftands aghaft, And wasling Riot ill diffembles terror.

VIII.

How headlong Rhone and Ebro erft diftain'd With moorish carnage, quakes thro' all her branches! Soon fhall I greet the morn,

When, Europe fav'd, BRITAIN and GEORGE's name Shall found o'er Flandria's level field, Familiar in domestic meriment;

Or by the jolly mariner

Be carol'd loud adown the echoing Danube.

IX.

The just memorial of fair deeds
Still flourishes, and like th' untainted foul
Bloffoms in freshest age, above

The weary flesh, and envy's rankling wound.
Such after years mature

In full account fhall be thy meed.
O! may your rifing hope

Well principled in ev'ry virtue bloom!

Till a fresh-fpringing flock implore

With infant hands a grandfire's pow'rful pray'r,

Or round your honour'd couch their prattling fports perfue.

JOB, CHAPTER XXXIX.

BY A GENTLEMAN OF OXFORD.

Eclare, if heav'nly wifdom blefs thy tongue,
When teems the MOUNTAIN-GOAT with
promis'd young;

The ftated feafons tell, the month explain,
When feels the bounding HIND a mother's pain;
While, in th' oppreffive agonies of birth,
Silent they how the forrowing head to earth?
Why crop their lufty feed the verdant food?
Why leave their dams, to fearch the gloomy wood?
Say, whence the WILD-ASS wantons o'er the plain,
Sports uncontroul'd, unconfcious of the rein?
"Tis his o'er fcenes of folitude to roam,

The wafte his houfe, the wilderness his home;
He fcorns the crouded city's pomp and noise,
Nor heeds the driver's rod, nor hears his voice;
At will on ev'ry various verdure fed,
His pafture o'er the fhaggy cliffs is spread.

Will the fierce UNICORN obey thy call,
Enflav'd to man, and patient of the ftall?
Say, will he ftubborn ftoop thy yoke to bear,
And thro' the furrow drag the tardy share?

Say, canft thou think, O wretch of vain belief,
His lab'ring limbs will draw thy weighty fheaf?
Or canft thou tame the temper of his blood
With faithful feet to trace the deftin'd road?
Who paints the PEACOCK's train with radiant eyes,
And all the bright diversity of dies?

Whofe hand the stately OSTRICH has fupply'd
With glorious plumage, and her fnowy pride?
Thoughtless fhe leaves amid the dufty way,
Her eggs, to ripen in the genial ray;

Nor heeds, that fome fell beaft, who thirfts for blood,
Or the rude foot may crush the future brood.
In her no love the tender offspring fhare,
No foft remembrance, no maternal care:
For God has steel'd her unrelenting breast,
Nor feeling fenfe, nor instinct mild imprest,
Bade her the rapid-ruthing steed despise,

Outftrip the rider's rage, and tow'r amidst the skies.
Didst thou the HORSE with strength and beauty deck?
Haft thou in thunder cloath'd his nervous neck?

Will he, like groveling grafhoppers afraid,
Start at each found, at ev'ry breeze dismay'd?
A cloud of fire his lifted nostrils raise,
And breathe a glorious terror as they blaze.
He paws indignant, and the valley fpurns,
Rejoycing in his might, and for the battle burns.
When quivers rattle, and the frequent spear
Flics fafhing, leaps his heart with languid fear?

Swallowing with fierce and greedy rage the ground,
"Is this, he cries, the trumpet's warlike found?"
Eager he fcents the battle from afar,

And all the mingling thunder of the war.
Flies the fierce HAWK by thy fupreme command,
To feek foft climates, and a fouthern land ?
Who bade th' aspiring EAGLE mounts the sky,
And build her firm aerial nest on high?
On the bare cliff, or mountain's fhaggy steep,
Her fortrefs of defence the dares to keep;
Thence darts her radiant eye's pervading ray,
Inquifitive to ken the distant prey.

Seeks with her thirsty brood th' enfanguin'd plain,

There bathes her beak in blood, companion of the flain.

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