Every sense to transport winning, Still unbounded and beginning. 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, Or decks the glittering roofs on high,' 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; 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; Knaves are my scorn, and coxcombs are my sport. • Written towards the clofe of Mr. Somervile's life. Thy Thy robe how chang'd from what it was before! With conscious fhame, yet frankly, I confefs, But fage experience taught me how to prize Of factious emmets; pointed where to place So fafe on fhore the penfion'd failor lies; With ease of body bleft, and peace of mind, 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, By nature bleft in every part, II. But when I view the radiant queen, Your Your coolness now no more invites ; 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 |