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In circling eddies whirl'd, it roars aloud,
Drives wave on wave, and dafhes cloud on cloud;
Where'er it moves, it lays whole forests low,
And at the blaft, eternal mountains bow;
While, tearing up the fands, in drifts they rife,
And half the deferts mount the burthen'd fkies.

He from aërial treasures downward pours
Sheets of unfully'd fnow in lucid showers,
Flake after flake, through air thick-wavering flies,.
Till one vaft shining waste all nature lies;
Then the proud hills a virgin whitenefs fhed,
A stazzling brightnefs glitters from the mead :
The hoary trees reflect a filver show,
And groves beneath the lovely burden bow.

He from loofe vapours with an icy chain

Binds the round hail, and moulds the harden'd rain.
The ftony tempeft with a rufhing found,

Beats the firm glebe, refulting from the ground;
Swiftly it falls, and as it falls invades

The rifing herb, or breaks the spreading blades :
While infant flowers that rais'd their bloomy heads,
Crush'd by its fury, fink into their beds.

When formy Winter from the frozen North

Borne on his icy chariot iffues forth;

The blafted graves their verdant pride refign,
And billows harden'd into crystal shine:
Sharp blows the rigour of the piercing winds,
And the proud floods as with a breaft plate binds :

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Ev'n the proud feas forget in tides to roll
Beneath the freezings of the Northern pole ;
There waves on waves in solid mountains rife,
And Alps of ice invade the wondering skies;
While gulphs below, and flippery vallies lie,
And with a dreadful brightness pain the eye;
But if warm winds a warmer air restore,
And fofter breezes bring a genial shower,
The genial fhower revives the chearful plain,
And the huge hills flow down into the main.

When the feas rage, and loud the ocean roars,
When foaming billows lafh the founding fhores
If he in thunder bid the waves fubfide,
The waves obedient fink upon the tide,
A fudden peace controls the limpid deep,
And the still waters in foft filence fleep.
Then heaven lets down a golden-ftreaming ray,
And all the broad expanfion flames with day;
In the clear glafs the mariners defcry
A fun inverted, and a downward sky.

They who adventurous plow the watery way,
The dreadful wonders of the deep furvey;
Familiar with the ftorms their fails unbind,
Tempt the rough blaft, and bound before the wind":"
Now high they mount, now shoot into a vale,
Now smooth their course, and fcud before the gale;
There rolling monsters, arm'd in fcaly pride,
Flounce in the billows, and dash round the tide;

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There huge Leviathan unwieldy moves,
And through the waves, a living island, roves;
In dreadful paftime terribly he sports,

And the vaft ocean scarce his weight supports;
Where'er he turns the hoary deeps divide,
He breathes a tempeft, and he spouts a tide.

Thus, Lord, the wonders of earth, fea, and air,
Thy boundless wifdom and thy power declare;
Thou high in glory, and in might ferene,
See'ft and mov'st all, thyfelf unmov'd, unfeen :
Should men and angels join in songs to raise
A grateful tribute equal to thy praise,
Yet far thy glory would their praise outshine,
Though men and angels in the song should join ;
For though this earth with skill divine is wrought,
Above the guess of man, or angel's thought,
Yet in the fpacious regions of the skies

New fcenes unfold, and worlds on worlds arife,
There other orbs, round other funs advance,
Float on the air, and run their mystic dance;
And yet the power of thy Almighty hand,
Can build another world from every fand:
And though vain man arraign thy high decree,
Till this juft! what is, that ought to be.

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The Conclufion of an Epilogue to Mr. Southern's laft Play, call'd Money the Mistress.

THERE was a time, when in his younger years,

Our.author's fcenes commanded files or tears;

And though beneath the weight of days he bends,
Yet, like the fun, he fhines as he defcends:
Then with applaufe, in honour to his age,
Difmifs your veteran soldier * off the stage;
Crown his last exit with diftinguish'd praise,
And kindly hide his † baldness with the bays.

The PARTING, a SONG, fet by Dr. Tudway, Profeffor of Mufic in Cambridge.

WHEN from the plains Belinda fled,

The fad Amintor figh'd,

And thus while ftreams of tears he shed,
The mournful fhepherd cry'd.

"Move flow, ye hours! thou time delay!
"Prolong the bright Belinda's stay:
"But you, like her, my prayer deny,
"And cruelly away ye fly.

* From the ftage.

+ Alluding to a vote of the Roman fenate, by which they decreed Cæfar a crown of laurel to cover his baldness.

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"Yet though the flies, the leaves behind
"Her lovely image in my mind;
"O fair Belinda, with me stay,
"Or take thy image too away!

"See! how the fields are gay around,
"How painted flowers adorn the ground!
As if the fields, as well as I,

"Were proud to please my fair-one's eye.

"But now, ye fields, no more be gay,
"No more, ye flowers, your charms difplay!
'Tis defert all, now you are fled,
"And paradife is where you tread.

Unmov'd the virgin flies his cares,
To shine at court and play,
To lonely fhades the youth repairs,
To weep his life away.

On a FLOWER which Belinda gave me from her Bofom.

lovely offspring of the May,

Whence flow thy balmy odours, Lay!

Such odours-not the orient boafts !

Though Paradife adorn'd the coafts!

O fweeter than each flower that blooms,
This fragrance from thy bofom comes!
Thence, thence fuch fweets are spread abroad,
As might be incense for a God!

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