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THE WORKS OF ADDISON.
The spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky, « Panting sympathy impart,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame, « Till she partake her lover's smart." Their great original proclaim.
Th' unweary'd (un, from day to day,
Does his Creator's power display;
And publishes, to every land,
The work of an Almighty hand.
Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wonderous tale;
And nightly, to the listening earth,
Repeats the story of her birth : " So far at least till they
Whilst all the stars chat round her burn,
And all the planets, in their turn,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.
What though, in folemn filence, all
Move round the dark terrestrial ball;
What though, no real yoice, nor found :
Amidst their radiant orbs be found:
In reason's car they all rejoice,
And ulter forth a glorious voice.
For ever singing as they shine,
The hand that inade us is divine.
AN HY M N.
When all thy mercies, O my God, ,
My rising soul surveys;
Transported with the view, I'm loft
In wonder, love, and praise.
O how shall words with equal warmth
The gratitude declare,
That glows within my ravish'd heart!
But thou canst read it there.
Thy providence my life fustain'd,
And all my wants redrest;
And hung upon the breast.
Thy mercy lent an ear,
Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt
To form themselves in prayer.
Unnumber'd comforts to my foul
Thy tender care bestow'd,
Before my infant heart conceiv'd
From whence these comforts flow'd.
When in the slippery paths of youth
With heedless steps I ran,
Thine arm unseen convey'd me fafe, # The four last lines of the second and third Atanzas
And led me up to man, were added by Mr. Tate.
GRAND CHORV S.
His presence shall my wants supply,
Confus'dly swarms, from heroes and from queens, And guard me with a watchful eye:
To those that swing in clouds and fill machines. My noon-day walks he shall attend,
Their various characters they choose with art, And all my niidnight hours defend.
The frowning bully fits the tyrant's part:
Swoln cheeks and swaggering belly make an host, When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Pale mcagre looks and hollow voice a ghot ; Or on the thirsty niuuntain pant;
From careful brows and heavy downcast eyes, To fertile vales and dewy meads
Dull cits and thick-scull'dfaldermen arise ; My weary wandering steps he leads :
The comic tone, inspir'd by Congrove, draws Where peaceful rivers, soft and flow,
At every word, loud laughter and applause: Amid the verdant landscape flow.
The whining dame continues as before,
Her character unchang'd, and acts a whore. Though in the paths of death I tread,
Above the rest, the prince with haughty stalks With gloomy horrors overspread,
Magnificent in purple buskins walks: My ftedsait heart shall fear no ill,
The royal robes his awful shoulders grace, For thou, O Lord, art with ne still;
Profuse of spangles and of copper-lace: Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,
Officious rascals to his nighty thigh, And guide me through the dreadful saade.. Guiltless of blood, th' unpointed weapon tie:
Then the gay glittering diadem put on, (stone. Though in a bare and rugged way,
Ponderous with brass, and starrid with Bristol Through devious lonely wilds I stray,
His royal confort next consults her stars, Thy bounty shall my wants beguile,
And out of twenty boxes culls a face; The barren wilderness shall smile,
The whiteuing first her ghaftly Inoks besmears, With sudden greens and herbage crown'd, All pale and wan th' unfinish'd form appears; And Atreams Mall murmur all around;
Till on her cheeks the blushing purple glows,
And with black bending arches lades her eyes.
Well pleas'd at length the pidure she beholds,
And spots it o'er with artificial molds; WHERE gentle Thames through stately channels
Her countenance complete, the beaux the warms glides,
With looks not her's; and spite of nature, charms. And England's proud metropolis divides;
Thus artfully their persons they disguise, A losty fabric does the light invade,
Till the last flourish bids the curtain rife. And stretches o'er the waves a pompous dade; The prince then enters on the stage in state : Whence sudden shouts the neighbourhood sur- | Bchind, a guard of candle-snuffers wait : prise,
There, swoln with empire, terrible and fierce, And thundering claps and dreadful hissings rise. He shakes the dome, and tears his lungs with liere thrifty R-hires nonarchs by the day,
verse : And keeps his mercenary kings in pay ;
His subjects tremble; the submissive pit, With deep-mouth'd actors fills the vacant scenes, Wrapt up in silence and attention, fit; And rakes the stews for goddesses and queens : Till, freed at length, he lays aside the weight Here the lewd punk, with crowns and sceptres of public business and affairs of state : grac'd,
Forgets his pomp, dead to ambitious fires, Teaches her eyes a more majestic cast;
And to some peaceful brandy-shop retires; And hungry monarchs, with a numerous train Where in full gills his anxious thoughts he drowns, Of suppliant flaves, like Sancho, starve and reign. And quaffs away the care that waits on crowns. But enter in, my Muse; the stage survey,
The princess next her painted charms displays, And all its ponip and pageantry display;
Where every look the pencil's art betrays : Trap-doorsand pit-falls, from th' unfaithful ground, The callow '[quire at distance feeds his eyes, And magic walls encompass it around :
And silently for paint and washes dies.
He sees the blended colours melt with heat, Disjointed palaces in order stand,
And all the trickling beauty run in sweat. And groves obedient to the mover's hand
The borrow'd visage he admires no more, O'ershade the stage, and flourish at command.
And nauseates every charm he lov'd before : A stamp makes broken towns and trees entire : So the fam'd spear for double force renown'd, So when Amphion struck the vocal lyrc,
Apply'd the remedy that gave the wound. He saw the spacious circuit all around,
in tedious lifts 'twere endless to engage, With crowding woods and rising cities crown'd. And draw at length the rabble of the stage, But next the tiring-room survey, and sec
Where one for twenty years has given alarnis, False titles, and promiscuous quality,
And call'd contending monarchs to their arms;
Another fills a more inportant poft, * See Sculey's Miscellaníes, 8vo. p. 20%.
And rises every other night a ghoft;
227 Through the cleft stage, his mealy face he rears, Throws off the gaudy plume, the purple train, Then stalks along, groans thrice, and disappears; And in his own vile tatters stinks again. Others, with swords and shields, the foldier's pride,
[fide, More than a thousand times have chang'd their And in a thousand fatal battles dy'd.
Thus feveral persons several parts perform; Soft lovers whine, and blustering herves form.
LADY MANCHESTER, The ftern exasperated tyrants rage, 'Till the kind bowl of poison clears the stage.
Written on the Toasting-Glasses of the Kit-Kat
O'er their pale cheeks an artful red, He, whom such titles (well d, such power made Beheld this beauteous stranger there proud,
In native charms, divinely fair; To whom whole realms and vanquilh'd nations Confusion in their looks they show'd.; bow'd,
And with unborrow'd blushes glow'd,
si Ecce spectaculum dignum, ad quod respiciat, intentus operi fuo, Deus ! Ecce par Deo dignum,
« vir fortis cum malâ fortuna compositus! Non video, inquam, quid habeat in terris Jupiter « pulchrius, fi convertere animum velit, quànı ut speclec Catonem, jam partibus non femel
fradis, nihilominus inter ruinas publicas erectuni." Sen, de Divin. Prov.
TO HER ROYAL MIGONESS
With manly valour and attractive air
Shalt quell the fierce, and captivate the fair. THE PRINCESS OF WALES, O England's younger hope! in whoni conspire
The mother's sweetness, and the father's fire ! WITU THE TRAGÉDY OP CATO,
l'or thee perhaps, ev’n now, if kingly race NOVEMBER 1714.
Some dawning beauty blooms in every grace,
Sonie Carolina, to heaven's dictates truc, The mufe, that oft, with facred raptures fir'd, Who, while the scepter'd rivals vainly sue, Has generous thoughts of liberty inspir’d, Thy inborn worth with conscious eyes shall see, And, boldly rising for Britannia's laws,
And flight th' imperial diadem for thee. Engag'd great Cato in her country's cause,
Pleas'd with the prospect of succeslive reigns, On you submissive waits, with hopes affur'd, The tuneful tribe no more in daring strains By whom the mighty blessing stands secur'd, Shall vindicate, with pious fears opprett, And all the glories that our age adorn,
Endanger'd rights, and liberty distrest : Are promis'd to a people yet unborn.
To milder sounds each muse shall tune the lyrc, No longer shall the widow'd land benioan And gratitude, and faith to kings inspire, A broken lineage, and a doubtsul throne;
And filial love; bid impious discord ceale, But boast her royal progeny's increase,
And footh the madding faci ions into peace; And count the pledges of her future peace. Or rise ambitious in more lofry lays, O born to strengthen and to grace our ifle ! And teach the nation their new monarch's praises While you, fair princess, in your offspring smile, Describe his awful look, and godlike mind, Supplying charms to the succeeding age,
And Cæsar's power with Cato's virtue join'd. Each heavenly daughter's triumphs we presage; Meanwhile, bright princess, who, with grace. Already see th' illustrious youths complain,
ful case, And pity monarchs doom'd to figh in vain. And native majesty, are form'd to please,
Thou too, the darling of our fond desires, Behold those arts with a propitious eye, Whom Albion, opening wide her arms, requires, That suppliant to their great protectress fly!