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EMOTE from liberty and truth,

By fortune's crime, my early youth
Drank error's poison'd fprings.

Taught by dark creeds and mystic law,
Wrapt up in reverential awe,

I bow'd to priests and kings.

II.

Soon reafon dawn'd, with troubled fight
I caught the glimpse of painful light,

Afflicted and afraid.

Too weak it fhone to mark my way,

Enough to tempt my steps to ftray
Along the dubious fhade.

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III. Reftlefs

III.

Restless I roam'd, when from afar

LO HOOKER fhines! the friendly star
Sends forth a steady ray.

Thus cheer'd, and eager to purfsue,
I mount, 'till glorious to my view,
LOCKE spreads the realms of day.
IV.

Now warm'd with noble SIDNEY's page,
I pant with all the patriot's rage;
Now wrapt in PLATO's dream,

With MORE and HARRINGTON around

I tread fair Freedom's magic ground,
And trace the flatt'ring scheme.
V.

But foon the beauteous vifion flies

And hideous spectres now arife,

Corruption's direful train:

The partial judge perverting laws,
The priest forfaking virtue's cause,
And fenates flaves to gain,

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VI. Vainly

VI.

Vainly the pious artist's toil

Would rear to heaven a mortal pile,

On fome immortal plan;

Within a fure, though varying date,

Confin'd alas! is every state

Of empire and of man.

VII.

What though the good, the brave, the wife,
With adverfe force undaunted rise,

To break th' eternal doom!

Though CATO liv'd, though TULLY fpoke,
Though BRUTUS dealt the godlike stroke,
Yet perish'd fated ROME.

VIII.

To fwell fome future tyrant's pride,

Good FLEURY pours the golden tide

On Gallia's smiling shores;

Once more her fields fhall thirst in vain
For wholsome streams of honeft gain,
While rapine waftes her stores.

IX. Yet

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IX.

Yet glorious is the great defign,

And fuch, O PULTNEY! fuch is thine,

To prop a nation's frame.

If crush'd beneath the facred weight,
The ruins of a falling ftate

Shall tell the patriot's name.

An ODE to the Right Honourable the Lord

LONSDALE.

By the Same.

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ONSDALE! thou ever-honour'd name,

For fuch is facred virtue's claim,

Say, why! my noble friend!

While nature sheds her balmy powers

O'er hill and dale, in leaves and flowers,

Say, why my joys suspend !

II. Here

II.

Here spreads the lawn high-crown'd with wood, Here flopes the vale, there winds the flood

In many a crystal maze;

The fishes sport, in filver pride

• Slow moves the fwan, on either fide

The herds promifcuous graze.

III.

Or if the stiller fhade you love,
Here folemn nods th' imbow'ring grove

O'er innocence and ease;

Whether with deep reflection fraught,
Or in the sprightly stream of thought,
The lighter trifles please.

IV.

* And fhould the fhaft of treacherous fpleen Glance venom'd through this peaceful scene,

Unheeded may it fly.

Provok'd, nor tempted to repay,

Though truth feverer prompt the lay,

A mean profaic lie.

Alluding to a certain scandalous libel.

V. Here