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Return Alpheus, the dread voice is past,
That fhrunk thy ftreams; return Sicilian Muse,
And call the vales, and bid them hither caft
Their bells, and flourets of a thousand hues. 135
Ye Valleys low, where the mild whispers use
Of fhades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks,
On whofe fresh lap the fwart ftar fparely looks,
Throw hither all your quaint enamel'd eyes,
That on the green turf fuck the honied fhowers,
And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. 140
Bring the rathe primrose that forfaken dies,
The tufted crow-toe, and pale jeffamine,
The white pink, and the panfy freakt with jet,
The glowing violet,
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The mufk-rofe, and the well-attir'd woodbine,
With cowflips wan that hang the penfive head,
And every flow'r that fad embroidery wears :
Bid amarantus all his beauty fhed,
And daffadillies fill their cups with tears,
To ftrow the laureat herfe where Lycid lies.
For fo to interpofe a little ease,

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Let our frail thoughts dally with falfe furmife.
Ay me! Whilft thee the fhores, and founding feas
Wafh far away, where'er thy bones are huri'd, 155
Whether beyond the ftormy Hebrides,
Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide
Vifit'ft the bottom of the monftrous world ;
Or whether thou to our moist vows deny'd,
Sleep'ft by the fable of Bellerus old,
Where the great vifion of the guarded mount
Looks tow'ard Namancos and Bayona's hold:
Look homeward Angel now, and melt with ruth:
And, O ye Dolphins, waft the hapless youth.

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Weep no more, woful Shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas your forrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watry floor;

So finks the day-ftar in the ocean bed,

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And yet anon repairs his drooping head,
And tricks his beams, and with new fpangled ore
Flames in the forehead of the morning sky :
So Lycidas funk low, but mounted high,
Through the dear might of him that walk'd the waves,
Where other groves and other ftreams along,
With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves,
And hears the unexpreffive nuptial song,
In the bleft kingdoms meek of joy and love.
There entertain him all the Saints above,
In folemn troops, and fweet societies,
That fing, and finging in their glory move,
And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Now, Lycidas, the fhepherds weep no more ;
Henceforth thou art the genius of the fhore,
In thy large recompenfe, and fhalt be good
To all that wander in that perilous flood.

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Thus fang the uncouth fwain to th' oaks and rills, While the ftill morn went out with fandals gray, He touch'd the tender stops of various quills, With eager thought warbling his Doric lay: And now the fun had stretch'd out all the hills, 199 And now was dropt into the western bay ; At last he rose, and twitch'd his mantle blue : To morrow to fresh woods, and pastures new.

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XVIII.

On the new forcers of confcience under the Long

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you have thrown off your Prelate Lord, And with ftiff vows renoune'd his Liturgy, To feife the widow'd whore Plurality

From them whofe fin ye envied, not abhorr'd,
Dare ye for this adjure the civil fword

To force our confciences that Chrift fet free,
And ride us with a claffic hierarchy

Taught ye by mere A. S. and Rotherford ?
Men whofe life, learning, faith and pure intent
Would have been held in high esteem with Paul,
Muft now be nam'd and printed Heretics
By fhallow Edwards and Scotch what d'ye call :
But we do hope to find out all your tricks,
Your plots and packing worfe than thofe of Trent,
That fo the Parlament
May with their wholfome and preventive fhears 16
Clip your phylacteries, though bauk your ears,
And fuccour our juft fears,
When they fhall read this clearly in your charge,
1 New Prefbyter is but Old Priest writ large.

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XIX.

The Fifth ODE of Horace, Lib. I.

Quis multa gracilis te puer in rofa, rendred almoft word for word without rime, according to the Latin measure, as near as the language will permit.

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Hat flender youth bedew'd with liquid odors Courts thee on rofes in fome pleasant cave, Pyrrha for whom bind'ft thou

In wreaths thy golden hair,

Plain in thy neatnefs? O how oft fhall he
On faith and changed Gods complain, and feas
Rough with black winds and ftorms
Unwonted fhall admire !

Who now enjoys thee credulous, all gold,
Who always vacant always amiable
Hopes thee, of flattering gales
Unmindful. Hapless they

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To whom thou untry'd feem'ft fair. Me in:
Picture the facred wall declares t' have hung
My dank and dropping weeds

To the ftern God of fea.

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Ad PYRRHAM. ODE V.

Horatius ex Pyrrhæ illecebris tanquam è naufragio enataverat, cujus amore irretitos, affirmat effe miferos.

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UIS multa gracilis te puer in rofa
Perfufus liquidis urget odoribus,
Grato, Pyrrha, fub antro?

Cui flavam religas comam

Simplex munditiis? heu quoties fidem
Mutatofque deos flebit, et afpera
Nigris æquora ventis

Emirabitur infolens!

Qui nunc te fruitur credulus aurea,
Qui femper vacuam femper amabilem
Sperat, nefcius auræ

Fallacis. Miferi quibus

Intentata nites. Me tabula facer

Votiva paries indicat uvida

Sufpendiffe potenti
Veftimenta maris Deo.

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