My heart with diftant homage views;

Content if thou, celestial Muse,

Didft rule my natal hour.

IV.

Not far beneath the hero's feet,
Nor from the legislator's feat

Stands far remote the bard.

Though not with public terrors crown'd,
Yet wider fhall his rule be found,
More lafting his award.

V.

Lycurgus fashion'd Sparta's fame,
And Pompey to the Roman name
Gave universal sway :

Where are they?-Homer's reverend

Holds empire to the thirtieth age,

And tongues and climes obey.

VI.

And thus when William's acts divine
No longer shall from Bourbon's line
Draw one vindictive vow;

When Sidney shall with Cato reft,
And Ruffel move the patriot's breast
No more than Brutus now:

VII.

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Yet then shall Shakespear's powerful art

O'er every paffion, every heart,

Confirm his awful throne:

Tyrants fhall bow before his laws;

And freedom's, glory's, virtue's cause,

Their dread affertor own.

ODE

VIII.

HOLLAND.

ODE

ON LEAVING

I. I.

FAREWELL to Leyden's lonely bound,

The Belgian Mufe's fober feat;

Where dealing frugal gifts around
To all the favorites at her feet,
She trains the body's bulky frame
For paffive, perfevering toils;
And left, from any prouder aim,

The daring mind should scorn her homely fpoils,
She breathes maternal fogs to damp its restless flame.

I. 2.

Farewell the grave, pacific air,

Where never mountain zephyr blew :

The marshy levels lank aad bare,

Which Pan, which Ceres never knew:

The Naiads, with obfcene attire,

Urging in vain their urns to flow;

While round them chaunt the croking choir, And haply footh fome lover's prudent woe, Or prompt fome reftive Bard, and modulate his lyre.

I. 3.

Farewell, ye nymphs, whom fober care of gain
Snatch'd in your cradles from the god of love:
She render'd all his boafted arrows vain;

And all his gifts did he in fpite remove.

Ye

Ye too, the flow-ey'd fathers of the land,
With whom dominion steals from hand to hand,
Unown'd, undignify'd by public choice,
I go where liberty to all is known,

And tells a monarch on his throne,
He reigns not but by her preferving voice.
II. I.

O my lov'd England, when with thee
Shall I fit down, to part no more?
Far from this pale, discolor'd sea,
That fleeps upon the reedy shore,
When fhall I plough thy azure tide?
When on thy hills the flocks admire,
Like mountain fnows; till down their fide
I trace the village and the facred fpire,
While bowers and copfes green the golden flope divide.

JI. 2.

Ye nymphs who guard the pathlefs grove,
Ye blue-ey'd fifters of the ftreams,

With whom I wont at morn to rove,

With whom at noon I talk'd in dreams :
O! take me to your haunts again,
The rocky fpring, the greenwood glade;
To guide my lonely footsteps deign,

To prompt my flumbers in the murmuring fhade, And footh my vacant ear with many an airy strain.

II. 3.

And thou, my faithful harp, no longer mourn
Thy drooping mafter's inaufpicious hand:

Now

Now brighter skies and fresher gales return,
Now fairer maids thy melody demand.
Daughters of Albion, listen to my lyre!
O Phœbus, guardian of the Aonian choir,
Why founds not mine harmonious as thy own,
When all the virgin deities above

With Venus and with Juno move

In concert round the Olympian fathers throne?

III. I.. "

Thee too, protectress of my lays,
Elate with whofe majestic call
Above degenerate Latium's praise,
Above the flavish boast of Gaul,
I dare from impious thrones reclaim,
And wanton floth's ignoble charms,
The honors of a poet's name

To Somers' counfels, or to Hamden's arms, "Thee, freedom, I rejoin, and blefs thy genuine flame.

III. 2.

Great citizen of Albion! Thee

Heroic valour still attends

And useful fcience pleas'd to fee

How art her ftudious toil extends.
While truth, diffufing from on high
A luftre unconfin'd as day,

Fills and commands the pulic eye;

Till, pierc'd and finking by her powerful ray,

Tame faith and monkish awe, like nightly demons, fly.

III. 3. Hence

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III. 3.

Hence the whole land the patriot's ardour fhares:
Hence dread religion dwells with focial joy;
And holy paffions and unfullied cares,
In youth, in age, domeftic life employ.
O fair Britannia, hail!-With partial love
The tribes of men their native feats approve,
Unjuft and hoftile to each foreign fame:
But when for generous minds and manly laws
A nation holds her prime applaufe,
Their public zeal fhall all reproof difclaim.

T

HRICE hath the spring beheld thy faded fame Since I exulting grafp'd the tuneful shell : Eager through endlefs years to found thy name, Proud that my memory with thine fhould dwell. How haft thou ftain'd the fplendor of my choice! Thofe godlike forms which hover'd round thy voice, Laws, freedom, glory, wither are they flown? What can I now of thee to time report,

Save thy fond country made thy impious fport,

Her fortune and her hope the victims of thy own?

II. There

[* See the "Epistle to Curio," in this volume.