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And what hereafter may betide
The days of man are fii'd by fate,
Then let me, warm with wine, advance,
When Bacchus, jolly god, invites,
Thee, sweet grashepper, we call
Fret from flesh, exempt from pains,
I Dream's that late 1 pinions wore,
And swiftly seem'd thn ugh air to soar;
J." fleeter Cupid quick as thought,
Purfu'd, and in an instant caught,
Though at his fret hung weights of lead:
What can this vision mean, 1 said
Its mystic fense I thus explain;
1 who ere while have worn the chain
Of many a fair-one for a day,
Then flung the flowery band away, 10
Am now involv'd and fetter'd fast
In link* that will for ever last.
As the god of manual arts ,
Forg'd at Lemnos miflile darts,
Dart* of steel for Cupid's bow,
Source of joy, and source of woe;
Venus, fast as Vulcan wrought,
Ting'd them in a honey'd draught:
Bat ber son in bitter gall
Ting'd them, doubly-ting'd them all.
Here, rclcas'd from wars alarms,
Enters the flerce god ot arms; 10
Whether led by will or chance,
Here he shakes his weighty lance.
Cnpid's shafts with scornfnl eyes
Strait he views, and strait decries;
•* Thi« is flight, and that a toy,
* Fit for children to employ." « These (said Cupid) I admit
* Toys indeed, for children fit:
* But, if I divine aright,
* Take it this is not so slight.' 40
Mar* receives it; Venus smiles
At her son's well-scason'd wiles.
* Keep it, Mar», 'tis but a tuy.' 30
The Power or coi».
Love's a pain that works our woe;
What avails ingenuous worth, Sprightly wit, or noble birth? AU these virtues useless prove; Gold alone engages love.
May he be completely curst, Who the sleeping mischief first A Wak'd to life, and vile before, Stamp'd with worth the fordid ore. Gold creates in brethren strife; Gild destroys the parent's life; Gold produces civil jars, Murders, massacres, and wan: But the worst effect of gold, Love, alas '. is bought and fold.
Yes, yes, t own, I love to fee
By Dr. Broome.
Give me Homer's tuneful lyre,
Boy, reach that volume—book divine!
TO A MINTEX.
While you my lyre's soft numbers hear.
Hrst draw a nation blithe and pay,
TIC HAPPY EFFECTS OF WINE,
See! fee' the jolly god appear*,
H.- hand a mighty goblet bears;
With sparkling wine full thar,'d it flows,
The fov'reign cure of human woes
And cwrsge to subdue the fair;
Instruct* the cheerful to advance,
Harmonious in the sprightly dance.
Hail, goblet, rich with generous wines!
See '■ round the verge a vine-branch twines. 10
See' how the mimic clusters rail,
As ready to rcfil the bowl.
Wine keeps its happy patients free
Asd loads again the fruitful vine,
Asd brings again our health—new wine. ao
Rare artist, whose inventive skill
Could this orb with wonders fill!
Where the mimic ocean glides
Srjft with the well dissembled tides;
The waves seem floating, and above
Shines the beauteous queen of love:
The workman's fancy mounted high,
And stole th' idea from the Iky.
Transporting sight!—the waves conceal
Eat what 'twere impious to reveal! 10
She, like some flower all blossom'd gay;
Shines along the smiling way.
The amorous waters, as (he swims,
Crowd to embrace her snowy limbs;
Then, proudly swelling to be prest,
Beneath her snowy fragrant breast,
Ambitiously uprise on high,
And lift the goddess to the Iky:
And, while her lucid limbs they lave,
She brightens the transparent wave; 30
So violets enlighten'd glow,
SoiTcmnded by the lily's snow.
Bat tee! a lovely smiling train,
Dancing around in shoals they play,
And humble adoration pay. 3©
Rare art, that life to phantoms gives! See! see! a second Venus lives.
By Dr. Broome,
GRAPES, OR THE VINTAGE.
lo 1 the vintage now is done!
And purpled with th' autumnal fun:
The grapes gay youths and virgins bear,
The sweetest product os the year!
In vats the heavenly lo id they lay,
And swift the damsels trip away;
The youths alone the wine-press tread,
For wine's by skilful drunkards made.
Meantime the mirthful song they raise,
lo! Bacchus to thy praise I JQ
And viewing the blest juice in thought,
Quafs an imaginary draught.
> aily through wine the old advance,
Through wine the youth completes his loves;
. ODE LIU.
Come, lyrist, tune thy harp, aud play
To heaven the rose in fragrance flies,
In fabled song, and tuneful lays, Their favourite rose the muses praise } To pluck the rose the virgin train With blood their pretty singers stain;
Nor dread the pointed terrors round,
That threaten and inflict a wound:
See! how they wave the charming toy,
Now kiss, now snuff the fragrant joy. 20
The rose the poets strive to j raise.
Lovely smiling rose, how sweet
The graces more enchanting (how,
When pain afflicts, or sickness grieves,
Ttiumphant o'er the rage of time,
Come, lyrist, join to sing the birth
When Venus from the ocean's bed
And, " This," she cry'd, " I this ordain
But first, th' assembled gods debate
The gods to Bacchus gave the slower,
By Dr. Brotnt.
Wills sprightly youth my eyes survey,
Haste, crown, Cybeba, crown my brows,
Come then, my friends, the goblet drain!
See! how with active bounds 1 spring!
How blest am I, who thus excel fa pleating arts of trifling well I
By Dr. Brume.
Tut stately steed expressive bears
A mark imprinted on his hairs:
The turban, that adorns the brows
Of Asia's sons, the Parthian shows:
And mark* betray the lover's heart, * j
Deeply engrav'd by Cupid's dart:
I plainly read them in his eyes,
That look too foolish, or too wise.
By Dr. Brotnt.
Alas! the powers of life decay!
For this, and for the grave I fear,
For this the mournful groan I shed,
THAT WE SHOULD DRINK WITH MODERATION.
Bring hither, boy, a mighty bowl,
Quick, boy, dispatch—My friends, no more.
Let us, while music tunes the soul,
As late of flo-w'rets fresh and fair
I wove a chaplet for my hair,
Beneath a rose, gay summer's pride,
The wanton god of love I spy'd,
I seiz'd him, resolute of soul,
And pluug'd him in my slowing bowl,
Resolv'd to have a draught divine,
And fairly swallow'd him in wine:
E'er since hit fluttering wings impart
Strange titillationi to my heart. £s«£
*• A ICSRNrUL BEAUTT.
Wrt thus with scornful look you fly,
Wild Thracian filly, tell me why t
Thick'a thou that I no (kill possess,
Ard vu[ both courage and addrcsi f
Know, that whenever 1 think fit
To tame thee with a galling hit,
Just where i please, with tighten'd rein,
I'll urge thee round the dully plain,
Now on the flowery turf you feed,
Or lightly bound along the mead, to
»o wild, so wanton, and untry'd,
You want some youth to mount and ride.
rRTIALAMlDU ON THE MARRIAGE OF 8TIAT0CLES AND MYRILLA.
Visits, fair queen of god« above,
Cupid thou mighty power of love,
Aud Hymen bland, by heaven design'd
The fruitful source of human kind:
To you, at to the lyre I sing,
Flows honour from the sounding string;
Propitious to the numbers prove,
0, Venus, Hymen, god of love.
Vcw, gentle youth, with rapture view
Tin blooming bride, ordaih'd for you: 10
Asfe quick, and feast on all her charms,
Lett, like a bird, she fly your arms.
O iuppy youth! by Venus blest,
Mat happier on Myrilla's breast:
'See how the fair-one, sweetly coy,
'All toft confusion, meets the joy,
'Blooming as health, fresh as May-flowers,
'And bright as ladiant noon-tide hours.'
Of all the flowers upon the plains,
0 may, blest youth, the god of day
Wren gold, that fugitive unkind,
1 give to murmur with the wind:
But when the vagrant finds I burn With rage, and flight him in his turn)
He comes, my quiet to destroy?
With the mad family of joy:
Adit-u to love, and fust desire!
He steals me from my sothing lyre.
0 faithli ss gold' thou dear deceit! Say, wilt thou still my faricy cheat? This lute far sweeter transport brings. Mire pleasing these love warbled It rings j F r thou with envy and with wiles Me of my dearest love bcgui'es, Dashing the cup of lwcct desire, And rebb'st me of my golden lyre. Then, for with me thou wilt not stay,' To faithless Pnrygians speed'st away, Pr ud and assiiluous to please Those sons of prrfidy and ease.
Me from tht muse thou w>uld'st detain fiut all thy tempting arts are vain; Ne'er shall my voice forget to sing, Nor this right hand to touch the string: Away to other climes! Farewell! ■ Leave me to tune the vocal shell.
ON THE SFR1N6.
What bright joy can this exceeds
Michtt god of flames and dartsj
Great controuler of all hearts;
With thee Venus, lovely fair,
Venus with the golden hair,
And the bright-ey'd Dryads play.
Nymphs that on the mountains stray:
Come, propitious to my vow,
Leave the the mountain's rugged brow;
Q^ick descend into the plain,
Wncre the object of my pain,
Sweet Eurypyle i:i parts
Anxious hopes to youthful hearts;
Melt to love the yielding fair,
Teach her not to give despair;
ThoU my passion must approve^
Melt the yielding fair to love.
TO THE SAME.
Idalian god, with golden hair;