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APOLOGY TO BRILLANTE,
LONG OMITTED WRITING IN VERSE.
In Imitation of a certain Mimic of Anacreon.
CANI matchlefs charms recite ?
Source of ever-fpringing light!
Could I count the vernal flowers,
Then I'd strike the founding ftring!
Then I'd thy perfection fing.
Myftic world!-Thou fomething more!
Wonder of th' Almighty's ftore !
Nature's depths we oft defcry,
Oft they're pierc'd by Learning's eye;
OF THE THEATRE ROYAL.
WHILE to your charms unequal verse I raise,
Aw'd, I admire, and tremble as I praise :
Here Art and Genius new refinement need,
And cherubs weep in gold o'er fainted fhrines !
Fair, and more fair, you every grace transmit;
Say, fweet infpirer! were each annal known, What living greatnefs fhines there not your own! If the griev'd Mufe by fome lov'd emprefs rose, New strength, new grace, it to your influence owes ! If power by war diftinguish'd height reveals, Your nobler pride the wounds of fortune heals! Then could an empire's caufe demand your care, The foul, that juftly thinks, would greatly dare. Long has feign'd Venus mock'd the Mufe's praise, You dart, divine Ophelia ! genuine rays!
Warm through thofe eyes enlivening raptures roll! 45 Sweet through each ftriking feature ftreams your foul ! The foul's bright meanings heighten beauty's fires: Your looks, your thoughts, your deeds, each grace inspires!
Know, then, if rank'd with monarchs, here you stand, What Fate declines, you from the Muse demand! Each grace that fhone of old in each fam'd fair, Or may in modern dames refinement wear;
Whate'er juft, emulative thoughts pursue,
OCCASIONED BY READING
MR. AARON HILL'S POEM,
The lines marked thus are taken from GIDEON.
ET other poets poorly fing
Their flatteries to the vulgar great! Her airy flight let wandering fancy wing,
And rival nature's most luxuriant ftore,
To fwell fome monster's pride, who fhames a ftate, 5
Thou, who inform'd'ft this clay with active fire!
And with thy pureft heat my foul infpire,
That with Hillarius' worth my verfe may shine! 10 As thy lov'd Gideon once fet Ifrael free,
So he with fweet, feraphic lays
Redeems the ufe of captive poetry,'
Which first was form'd to speak thy glorious praise !
Mofes, with an enchanting tongue,
Pharaoh's just overthrow sublimely sung !
And, by the Great Almighty's tuneful aid,
Flows mix'd, and fweetly strikes th' Almighty's ear!
Rebels fhould blush when they his Gideon fee!
O that fuch heroes in each age might rife, Brightening through vapours like the morning-ftar, Generous to triumph, and in council wife ! Gentle in peace, but terrible in war!
When Gideon, Oreb, Hyram, Shimron fhine Fierce in the blaze of war as they engage!
Great bard! what energy, but thine,
Could reach the vast description of their rage?
Or when, to cruel foes betray'd,
Sareph and Hamar call for aid,