*** O DE I. I. 1. AUGHTER of Chaos and old Night, DAUGH Cimmerian Mufe, all hail! That wrapt in never-twinkling gloom canft write, And fhadoweft meaning with thy dufky veil ! What Poet fings, and strikes the strings? It was the mighty Theban fpoke. He, from the ever-living Lyre, With magic hand elicits fire. Heard ye the din of modern Rhymers bray ? I. 2. The fhallow Fop, in antic veft, Proud to be fingularly dreft, Changes, with ev'ry changing moon, the mode. Say, fhall not then the Heav'n-born Mufes too Shall not applauding critics hail the vogue P Or the broader dialect Of Caledonia fhe affect, Or stake, Hibernia, thy still ranker brogue? On |