Every sense to transport winning,

Still unbounded and beginning.
Then, Fancy, spread thy wings again;
Unlock the caverns of the main.

Above, beneath, and all around:

Let the tumbling billows fpread;

'Till the coral floor we tread,

Exploring all the wealth that decks the realms profound; There, gather gems that long have glow'd

In the vast, unknown abode,

The jasper vein'd, the saphire blue,
The ruby bright with crimson hue,
Whate'er the bed refplendent paves,

Or decks the glittering roofs on high,'
Through whofe translucent arch are feen the rolling waves.
Fancy, these shall clasp thy vest,
With these thy lovely brows be dreft,
In every gay, and various dye.
But hark! the feas begin to roar,
The whistling winds affault my ear,
The louring storms around appear
Fancy, bear me to the fhore.

There in thy realms, bright goddess, deign

Secure to fix thy votary's feet:

O give to follow oft thy train:

Still with accuftom'd lay thy power to greet;
To dwell with Peace, and sport with thee,
Fancy, ever fair and free.

An Addrefs to his Elbow-chair, new cloath'd.

By the late WM. SOMERVILE, Efq; Author of the Chace*.

Μ'

Y dear companion, and my faithful friend!

If Orpheus taught the liftening oaks to bend ; If ftones and rubbish, at Amphion's call,

Danc'd into form, and built the Theban wall;
Why should'st not thou attend my humble lays,
And hear my grateful harp refound thy praise?
True, thou art fpruce and fine, a very beau;
But what are trappings, and external show?
To real worth alone I make my court;

Knaves are my scorn, and coxcombs are my sport.
Once I beheld thee far lefs trim and gay;
Ragged, disjointed, and to worms a prey;
The fafe retreat of every lurking mouse;
Derided, fhun'd; the lumber of my house!

• Written towards the clofe of Mr. Somervile's life.

Thy

Thy robe how chang'd from what it was before!
Thy velvet robe, which pleas'd my fires of yore!
'Tis thus capricious Fortune wheels us round;
Aloft we mount-then tumble to the ground.
Yet grateful then, my conftancy I prov'd;
I knew thy worth; my friend in rags I lov'd!
I lov'd thee, more; nor like a courtier, fpurn'd
My benefactor, when the tide was turn'd.

With conscious fhame, yet frankly, I confefs,
That in my youthful days -I lov'd thee less.
Where vanity, where pleasure call'd, I stray'd;
And every wayward appetite obey'd.

But fage experience taught me how to prize
Myfelf; and how, this world: fhe bade me rife
To nobler flights, regardless of a race

Of factious emmets; pointed where to place
My blifs, and lodg'd me in thy foft embrace.
Here on thy yielding down I fit fecure;
And, patiently, what heav'n has fent, endure;
From all the futile cares of business free;
Not fond of life, but yet content to be:
Here mark the fleeting hours; regret the past;
And seriously prepare, to meet the last.

So fafe on fhore the penfion'd failor lies;
And all the malice of the ftorm defies:

With ease of body bleft, and peace of mind,
Pities the restless crew he left behind;

Whilft, in his cell, he meditates alone

On his great voyage, to the world unknown.

XXXX

SON G.

By the Same.

I.

S o'er Afteria's fields I rove,

AS

The blissful feat of peace and love,

Ten thousand beauties round me rise,
And mingle pleasure with furprize.

By nature bleft in every part,
Adorn'd with every grace of art,
This paradife of blooming joys
Each raptur'd fenfe, at once, employs.

II.

But when I view the radiant queen,
Who form'd this fair enchanting scene;
Pardon ye grots! ye cryftal floods!
Ye breathing flow'rs! ye fhady woods!

Your

Your coolness now no more invites ;
No more your murmuring ftream delights;
Your sweets decay, your verdure's flown;
My foul's intent on her alone.

ODE to a FRIEND wounded in a Duel.

OW long fhall tyrant Custom bind

HOW

In flavish chains the human mind?

How long fhall falfe fantastic Honour draw

The vengeful fword, with fury fell,

And ranc'rous Malice dark as hell,

In spight of Reason's rule, and Nature's eldest law?

Too many gallant youths have bled;

Too much of British blood been shed

By Britons' fwords, and that foul monster's law:

Youths that might else have nobly dar'd;

More glorious wounds and dangers fhar'd

For Britain's juft defence, and virtue's injur'd cause.

So