Quick, the blissful scene prepare,

Sooth the patriot's heavy care: "Vifions, cheering to the fight, "Give him earnest of delight. "Wife difpofer of affairs,

View the end of all thy cares! "Forward caft thy ravish'd eyes, "See the gladdening harvest rise : "Lo, the people reap thy pain! <<Thine the labor, theirs the gain. "Yonder turn, awile, they view,

Turn thee to yon spreading yew, "Once the gloomy tree of fate, "Once the plighted virgin's hate : "Now, no longer, does it grow, "Parent of the warring bow: "See, beneath the guiltless fhade, "Peasants fhape the plow and spade, "Rescued, ever, from the fear

Of the whistling shaft and spear.
"Lo, where plenty comes, with peace!
"Hear the breath of murmur cease:
"See, at laft, unclouded days;

Hear, at laft, unenvied praise.
Nothing fhall thy foul moleft;
Labour is the price of rest.
"Mortal, deftin'd to excel,
Brefs the toil of doing well!"

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SUPPLICATION FOR MISS CARTERET IN THE SMALL-POX.

DUBLIN, JULY 31, 1725.

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Thou the poet's hallow'd theme,
From thy mercy-feat on high,
Hear my numbers, hear my cry.
Breather of all vital breath,
Arbiter of life and death,
Oh, preferve this innocence,
Yet unconscious of offence,
Yet in life and virtue growing,
Yet no debt to Nature owing.
Thou, who giv'ft angelic grace

To the blooming virgin face,
Let the fell disease not blight
What thou mad'ft for man's delight:
O'er her features let it pafs
Like the breeze o'er springing grafs,
Gentle as refreshing showers
Sprinkled over opening flowers.
O, let years alone diminish
Beauties thou waft pleas'd to finish.
To the pious parents give
That the darling fair may live:
Turn to bleffings all their care,
Save their fondness from despair.

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Mitigate the lurking pains
Lodg'd within her tender veins;
Soften every throb of anguish,
Suffer not her strength to languish;
Take her to thy careful keeping,
And prevent the mother's weeping.

TO MISS GEORGIANA,

YOUNGEST DAUGHTER TO

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LORD CARTERET.

AUGUST 10, 1725.

LITTLE charm of placid mien,

Miniature of beauty's queen,

Numbering years, a fcanty Nine,

Stealing hearts without design,

Young inveigler, fond in wiles,

Prone to mirth, profufe in fmiles,
Yet a novice in difdain,
Pleasure giving without pain,
Still careffing, ftill carefs'd,
Thou, and all thy lovers blefs'd,
Never teiz'd, and never teizing,
O, for ever pleas'd and pleasing!
Hither, British Mufe of mine,
Hither all the Grecian Nine,
With the lovely Graces three,
And your promis'd nurseling fee :
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Voice, and speech, and action, rising,
All to human fense surprizing.

Is the filken web fo thin

As the texture of her skin?
Can the lily and the rofe
Such unfully'd hue difclofe?
Are the violets fo blue

As her veins expos'd to view?
Do the stars, in wintery sky,
Twinkle brighter than her eye?
Has the morning lark a throat
Sounding fweeter than her note?
Who e'er knew the like before thee?

They who knew the Nymph that bere thee.
From thy paftime and thy toys,
From thy harmless cares and joys,

Give me now a moment's time:
When thou shalt attain thy prime,
And thy bofom feel defire,

Love the likeness of thy fire,

·One ordain'd, through life, to prove

Still thy glory, ftill thy love.
Like thy Sister, and like thee,
Let thy nurtur'd daughters be:

Semblance

Semblance of the fair who bore thee,

Trace the pattern fet before thee.

Where the Liffy meets the main,
Has thy Sifter hear'd my strain :
From the Liffy to the Thames,
Minstrel echoes fing their names,
Wafting to the willing ear
Many a cadence fweet to hear,
Smooth as gently breathing gales
O'er the ocean and the vales,
While the veffel calmly glides
O'er the level glaffy tides,

While the fummer flowers are fpringing,
And the new-fledg'd birds are finging.

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So Orpheus fiddled, and fo danc'd the brutes.

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EORGE came to the crown without ftriking a blow:
Ah, quoth the Pretender, would I could do fo!

In ANSWER to the QUESTION, What is THOUGHT?

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HE hermit's folace in his cell,

The fire that warms the poet's brain,

The lover's heaven, or his hell,

The madman's fport, the wife man's pain.
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