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That glory to a mighty queen remains,
And laid their huge demolish'd works, in fmoaky ruins low.
Then Anne's fhall rival great Eliza's reign;
And William's genius, with a grateful smile, Look down, and blefs this happy ifle; And Peace, reftor'd, fhall wear her olive crown again.
"Vicem gerit illa Tonantis." The Motto on her Majefty's Coronation Medals.
ON THE DEATH OF A FRIEND.
APOLLO, god of founds and verfe,
Pathetic airs and moving thoughts infpire! Whilft we thy Damon's praife rehearse : Damon himself could animate the lyre.
Apollo, god of founds and verse,
Pathethic airs and moving thoughts inspire! Look down! and warm the fong with thy celestial fire.
Ah, lovely youth! when thou wert here,
Young as that god, fo fweet a grace,
But when thou didst th' obedient ftrings command, And join in confort thy melodious hand, Ev'n fate itfelf, fuch wondrous ftrains to hear,
Fate had been charm'd, had Fate an ear.
But what does mufic's kill avail?
Trees bow'd attentive to his tale;
Hufh'd were the winds, wild beasts forgot to roar ; But dear Eurydice came back no more.
Then cease, ye fons of harmony, to mourn;
Since Damon never can return.
See, fee! he mounts, and cleaves the liquid way! 25 Bright choirs of angels, on the wing,
For the new guest's arrival stay,
And hymns of triumph fing.
They bear him to the happy feats above,
Where artful Purcell went before.
Ceafe then, ye fons of mufic, cease to mourn;
ODE THE THIR D.
AT dead of night, when mortals lose
Their various cares in foft repose,
I heard a knocking at my door:
"Betray'd by night, and led aftray,
"Are these your thanks, ungrateful child, "Are these your thanks ?"—Th' impoftor fmil'd: "Farewell, my loving hoft, fays he;
"All's well; my bow 's unhurt, I fee;
"But what a wretch I've made of thee !"
WHERE Babylon's proud walls, erected high
By fam'd Semiramis, afcend the sky,
Dwelt youthful Pyramus, and Thisbe fair ;
Near neighbourhood the first acquaintance drew,
Time nurs'd the growing flame; had Fate been kind,