With transport granting all that she could give, Nor with lefs tranfport here the goddess fees O matchlefs bird! whose race, with niceft care, Heaven seems in pleasure to have form'd.so fair! 25 From whose gay plumes ev'n Phœbus with delight Sees his own rays reflected doubly bright! Though numerous rivals of the wing there be That share our praife, when not compar'd to thee, Soon as thy rifing glories ftrike our eyes, Their beauty fhines no more, their luftre dies. So when Molinda, with fuperior charms, Dazzles the ring, and other nymphs difarms, To her the rallying Loves and Graces fly, And, fixing there, proclaim the victory. No wonder, then, fince he was born t'excell, This bird's fair image fhe describes fo well: Happy, as in fome temple thus to stand, Immortaliz'd by her fuccefsful hand. 30 35 ON O N LUCINDA'S TEA-TABLE. OETS invoke, when they rehearse POET In happy ftrains their pleasing dreams, Some Mufe unfeen to crown their verfe, And boast of Heliconian ftreams: But here, a real Muse inspires (Who more reviving ftreams imparts) Our fancies with the Poets fires, And with a nobler flame our hearts. While from her hand each honour'd guest He thinks 'tis Jove's immortal feast, As o'er each fountain, Poets fing, Some lovely guardian-nymph has fway, Who from the confecrated fpring So hither dares no savage press, Who Beauty's fovereign power defies ; All, drinking here, her charms confess, Proud to be conquer'd by her eyes. G. 3 When Phoebus try'd his herbs in vain On Hyacinth, had the been there, With tea fhe would have cur'd the fwain, Who only then had dy'd for her. January 1, 1791. THE M ARCH. Ictoria comes! the leaves the forag'd groves! Her flying camp of Graces and of Loves Strike all their tents, and for the march prepare, And to new scenes of triumph wait the fair. Unlike the flaves which other warriors gain, 5 That loath fubjection, and would break their chain, The conquer'd countries droop, while fhe's away, Mean time in peopled cities crouds prefs on, 10 35. 20 WRITTEN WRITTEN IN A LADY'S PRAYER-BOOK. fair a form, with fuch devotion join'd! A virgin body, and a spotless mind! Pleas'd with her prayers, while Heaven propitious fees. Sure it must think fome angel loft its way, ODE ΟΝ THE SPRING. FOR THE MONTH OF MAY. I. WANTON Zephyr, come away! On this sweet, this filent grove, Sacred to the Muse and Love, In gentle wifper'd murmurs play! Come let thy foft, thy balmy breeze Diffuse thy vernal sweets around From fprouting flowers, and blossom'd trees; G 4 II. Lovely II. Lovely feafon of defire! Nature fmiles with joy to fee The brightest object in the skies, HORACE, ODE III. BOOK III. 15 20 The design of this Ode was to infinuate to Auguftus the danger of transferring the feat of the empire from Rome to Troy, which we are informed hẹ once entertained thoughts of. I. THE man to right inflexibly inclin'd, Poifing on Virtue's base his mind, Indiffolubly firm in good; All rock within, he can unmov'd endure The foaming fury of the flood, When bellowing winds their jarring troops engage, Or |