Majestic Granta! hail thy awful name Dear to the Mufe, to Liberty, to Fame. VI. Recitative. You too, illuftrious Train, fhe greets Air IV. Caught the bright beams of that ætherial fire, To hurl the fhafts of reason and to weild Those heav'nly-temper'd arms, whose rapid force And now she tunes her plaufive fong The treasures of immortal truth, And open Wisdom's golden mine. Recitative. Each youth infpir'd by your persuasive art, And feels in his tranfported foul Enthufiaftic raptures roll, Gen'rous as thofe the fons of Cecrops caught In hoar Lyceum's fhades from Plato's fire-clad thought. VIII. O Granta! on thy happy plain Still may these Attic glories reign: Still mayft thou keep thy wonted ftate, In unaffected grandeur great; Great as at this illuftrious hour, Air V. Recitative. When He, whom GEORGE's well-weigh'd choice And Albion's gen❜ral voice Have lifted to the fairest heights of pow'r, When He appears, and deigns to shine The leader of thy learned line ; And bids the verdure of thy olive bough 'Mid all his civic chaplets twine, And add fresh glories to his honor'd brow. IX. Hafte then, and amply o'er his head The graceful foliage spread; Air VI Meanwhile the Muse shall snatch the trump of Fame, And lift her fwelling accents high, To tell the world that PELHAM's name Is dear to Learning as to Liberty. The Muse fhall fnatch the trump of Fame, Full Chorus. And lift her fwelling accents high, To tell the world that PELHAM's name Is dear to Learning as to Liberty. VOL. IV. S ODE ODE to an ÆOLUS's * Harp. Y Sent to Mifs SHEPHEARD. By the Same. ES, magic lyre ! now all compleat While kindred notes with undulation sweet Bad my bleft hands thy form prepare, For know, full oft, while o'er the mead Then fhall the Sylphs, and Sylphids bright, Her virgin charms are giv'n, in circling flight And lightly brush thee with their purple wings *This inftrument appears to have been invented by KIRCHER who has given a very accurate defcription of it in his MUSURGIA. After having been neglected above an hundred years, it was again accidentally difcovered by Mr. OSWALD. See Vol. 3. p. 211. of this Mifcellany. While others check each ruder gale, 'Mid which fome fav'rite youth shall rove, Shall meet, shall lead her thro' the glitt'ring scenes, And all be mufic, extacy, and love. ******************* ODE to HEALTH. Non eft vivere, fed valere, vita. MARTIAL. By Mr. DUNCOMBE, Fellow of Corpus Chrifti Col. CAMBRIDGE. Η I. EALTH! to thee thy vot'ry owes All the sweets the fummer yields, By thee his eye each scene with rapture views; II. Does increase of wealth impart The fwain's and virgin's artless cheek? From HEALTH these blushes, smiles and transports flow; Wealth, children, love itself, to HEALTH their relish owe. III. Nymph! with thee, at early Morn, O bear me to the wood-bine bow'r ! When Evening lights her glow-worm, lead To yonder dew-enamel'd mead; And let me range at Night those glimm'ring groves, Where Stillness ever fleeps, and Contemplation roves. IV. This my tributary lay, Grateful at thy shrine I pay, Who for fev'n whole years haft shed Those fragrant lips of rofy hue, Nor think there needs th' allay of fharp disease, To quicken thy repast, and give it pow'r to please. |