VII.

Air IV. And now the tunes her plausive song her fage domeftic throng;

To you

Who here, at Learning's richest shrine,

Dispense to each ingenuous youth

The treasures of immortal Truth,

And open Wisdom's golden mine.

Recitative. Each youth infpir'd by your perfuafive art,
Clafps the dear form of Virtue to his heart;
And feels in his transported foul

Enthufiaftic raptures roll,

Gen'rous as those the fons of Cecrops caught

In hoar Lyceum's fhades from Plato's fire-clad thought.

VIII.

Air V. O Granta! on thy happy plain

Still

may these Attic glories reign:

Still mayft thou keep thy wonted state,
In unaffected grandeur great;

Recitative. Great as at this illuftrious hour,

When He, whom GEORGE'S well-weigh'd choice
And Albion's general voice

Have lifted to the fairest heights of pow'r,

When He appears, and deigns to fhine
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 honour'd brow.
IX.

Air VI. Hafte then, and amply o'er his head
The graceful foliage spread;

Mean while the Mufe fhall fnatch the trump of Fame,
And lift her swelling accents high,

To tell the world that PELHAM's name

Is dear to Learning as to Liberty.

Full Chorus. The Muse shall fnatch 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.

ODE to an EOLUS's * Harp.

Sent to Mifs SHEPHEARD.

By the Same.

E S, magic lyre! now all compleat

YE

Thy flender frame refponfive rings, While kindred notes with undulation fweet

Accordant wake from all thy vocal strings.

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. III. p. 9. this Mifcellany.

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Go

Go then to her, whose foft request

Bade my bleft hands thy form prepare;
Ah go, and fweetly footh her tender breast
With many a warble wild, and artless air.

For know, full oft, while o'er the mead
Bright June extends her fragrant reign,
The Fair fhall place thee near her flumb'ring head
To court the gales that cool the fultry plain;

Then fhall the Sylphs, and Sylphids bright,
Mild Genii all, to whofe high care

Her virgin charms are giv'n, in circling flight
Skim sportive round thee in the fields of air.

Some, flutt'ring 'mid thy trembling strings,
Shall catch the rich melodious spoil,
And lightly brush thee with their purple wings
To aid the zephyrs in their tuneful toil;

While others check each ruder gale,
Expel rough Boreas from the sky,
Nor let a breeze its heaving breath exhale,
Save fuch as foftly pant, and panting die.
Then, as thy fwelling accents rife,
Fair Fancy waking at the found,

Shall paint bright vifions on her raptur'd eyes,
And waft her spirits to enchanted ground,

BO

Το

To myrtle groves, Elyfian greens,

'Mid which fome fav'rite youth fhall rove, Shall meet, fhall lead her through the glitt'ring scenes, And all be mufic, extacy, and love.

PPPPP*EEEEEEEEEEEE

ODE to HEALTH.

Non eft vivere, fed valere, vita.

MARTIAL.

By Mr. DUNCOMBE, Fellow of Corpus Chrifti College,

CAMBRIDGE.

I.

EALTH! to thee thy vot'ry owes

HE

All the bleffings life beftows,

All the fweets the fummer yields,
Melodious woods, and clover'd fields;
By thee he tastes the calm delights

Of studious days and peaceful nights:

By thee his eye each scene with rapture views; The Muse shall fing thy gifts, for they inspire the Mufe.

II.

Does increase of wealth impart
Tranfports to a bounteous heart?
Does the fire with fmiles furvey

His prattling children round him play?

Does

Does love with mutual blushes streak

The swain's and virgin's artless cheek?

From HEALTH these blushes,fmiles and tranfports flow; Wealth, children, love itself, to HEALTH their relifhowe. III.

Nymph! with thee, at early Morn,

Let me brush the waving corn;

And, at Noon-tide's fultry hour,

O bear me to the wood-bine bow'r !

When Evening lights her glow-worm, lead

To yonder dew-enamell'd mead;

And let me range at Night thofe glimm❜ring groves, Where stillness ever fleeps, and Contemplation roves. IV.

This my tributary lay,

Grateful at thy fhrine I pay,

Who for fev'n whole years haft fhed

Thy balmy blessings o'er my head;

O! let me ftill enamour'd view

Those fragrant lips of rofy hue,

Nor think there needs th' allay of fharp difeafe, To quicken thy repast, and give it pow'r to please.

V.

Now by swifteft Zephyrs drawn,
Urge thy chariot o'er the lawn;