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How each brave breast with honest ardours heav'd, When sheldon's fane the patriot band receiv’d; While, as we loudly haild the chosen few, Rome's awful senate rush'd upon our view !

O may the day in latest annals shine, That made a BEAUFORT, and an harley mine: That bade them leave the loftier scene awhile, The pomp of guiltless ftate, the patriot toil, For bleeding Albion's aid the fage design, To hold short dalliance with the tuneful Nine. Then Music left her golden sphere on high, And bore each strain of triumph from the sky; Swell’d the loud song, and to my chiefs around, Pour'd the full Päeans of mellifluous found. My Naiads blythe the floating accents caught, And lift'ning danc'd beneath their pearly grot: In gentler eddies play'd my wanton wave, And all my reeds their softest whispers gave; Each lay with brighter green adornd my bow'rs, And breath'd a fresher fragrance on my flow'rs.

But lo! at once the swelling concerts cease, And crouded theatres are hush'd in peace. See, on yon sage how all attentive stand, To catch his darting eye, and waving hand. Hark! he begins, with all a Tully's art To pour the dictates of a Cato's heart. Skilld to pronounce what noblest thoughts inspire, He blends the speaker's with the patriot's fire ;

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Bold to conceive, nor timorous to conceal,
What Britons dare to think, he dares to tell.
'Tis his alike the ear and eye to charm,
To win with action, and with sense to warm
Untaught in flow'ry diction to dispense
The lulling sounds of sweet impertinence;
In frowns or smiles he gains an equal prize,
Nor mcanly fears to fall, nor creeps to rise ;
Bids happier days to ALBION be restor'd,
Bids ancient Justice rear her radiant sword ;
From me, as from country wins applaufe,
And makes an oxFORD's a BRITANNIA's cause.

While arms like these my steadfast fages wield,
While mine is Truth's impenetrable shield ;
Say, shall the PUNY CHAMPION fondly dare
To wage, with force like this, scholastic war?
Still vainly scribble on with pert pretence,
With all the rage of pedant impotence?
Say, shall I fofter this domestic pest,
This parricide that wounds a mother's breast?

Thus in the stately ship, that long has bore Britain's victorious cross from shore to shore, By chance, beneath her close fequefter'd cells, Some low-born worm, a lurking mischief dwells; Eats his blind way, and saps with secret toil The deep foundations of the watry pile. In vain the forrest lent it's stateliest pride, Rear'd her tall mast, and fram'd her knotty fide,

In vain the thunder's martial rage she stood,
With each fierce conflict of the stormy flood;
More sure the reptile's little arts devour,
Than waves, or wars, or Eurus' wintry pow'r.

Ye venerable bow'rs, ye seats sublime,
Clad in the mofly vest of fleeting time;
Ye stately piles of old munificence,
At once the pride of Learning and defence,
Where ancient Piety, a matron hoar,
Still seems to keep the hospitable door :
Ye cloisters pale, that length’ning to the sight,
Still step by step to musings mild invite ;
Ye high-arch'd walks where oft the bard has caught
The glowing sentiment, the lofty thought ;
Ye temples dim, where pious daty pays
Her holy hymns of ever-echoing praise ;
Lo! your lov’d ISIS, from the bord’ring vale,
With all a mother's fondness bids


hail ! Hail, oxFORD, hail! of all that's good and great, Of all that's fair, the guardian and the feat; Nurse of each brave pursuit, each generous aim, By Truth exalted to the throne of fame! Like Greece in Science and in liberty, As Athens learn’d, as Lacedæmon free!

Ev'n now, confess’d to my adoring eyes, In awful ranks thy sacred fons arise; With ev'ry various flow'r their temples wreath'd, That in thy gardens green its fragrance breath'd.

'Tuning to knightly tale his British reeds,
Thy crowding bards immortal Chaucer leads :
His hoary head o'erlooks the gazing choir,
And beams on all around celestial fire :
With graceful step see Addison advance,
The sweetest child of Attic Elegance :
To all, but his belov'd embrace deny'd,
See Locke leads reason, his majestic bride:
See sacred HAMMOND, as he treads the field,
With godlike arm uprears his heav'nly shield.

All who, beneath the shades of gentle peace,
Best plan’d the labours of domestic ease;
Who taught with truth, or with persuasion mov'd;
Who footh'd with numbers, or with fense improv'd;
Who told the pow'rs of reason, or refin’d,
All, all that strengthen'd or adorn’d the mind ;
Each priest of health who mix'd the balmy bowl,
To rear frail man, and stay the fleeting soul ;
All crowd around, and echoing to the sky,
Hail, OXFORD, hail! with filial transport cry.
And sec


solemn band! with virtuous aim, "Twas theirs in thought the glorious deed to frame : With pious plans each musing feature glows, And well-weigh'd counsels mark their meaning brows: " Lo! these the leaders of thy patriot line," HAMDEN, and HOOKER, HYDE, and sidney shine. These from thy source the fires of freedom caught : How well thy fons by their example taught !

While in each breast th' hereditary flame
Still blazes, unextinguish'd and the same!

Nor all the toils of thoughtful peace engage,
'Tis thine to form the hero as the sage.
I see the fable-suited prince advance
With lillies crown'd, the spoils of bleeding France,
EDWARD- the Muses in yon hallow'd shade
Bound on his tender thigh the martial blade :
Bade him the steel for British freedom draw,
And oxford taught the deeds that cressy saw.

And see, great father of the laureat band, The BRITISH KING before me seems to stand. He by my plenty-crowned scenes beguild, And genial influence of ny seasons mild, Hither of yore (forlorn, forgotten maid) The Muse in pratling infancy convey From Gothic rage the helpless virgin bore, And fix'd her cradle on my friendly shore: Soon grew

the maid beneath his fostring hand, Soon pour’d her blessings o'er th' enlighten'd land. Tho’rude the f dome, and humble the retreat, Where first his pious care ordain'd her feat, Lo! now on high she dwells in Attic bow'rs, And proudly lifts to heav'n her hundred tow'rs.


* Alfred. Regis Romani. V. Virg. Æn. 6.

Ad Capitolia ducit
Aurea nunc, olim fylveftribus horrida dumis.


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