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LUCINDA's TEA-TABLE.

POETS invoke, when they rehearse

In happy ftrains their pleafing dreams, Some Mufe unfeen to crown their verse, And boaft of Heliconian ftreams:

But here, a real Muse inspires

(Who more reviving streams imparts) Our fancies with the Poets fires,

And with a nobler flame our hearts.

While from her hand each honour'd guest
Receives his cup with liquor crown'd,
He thinks 'tis Jove's immortal feast,
And Venus deals the nectar round.

As o'er each fountain, Poets fing,
Some lovely guardian-nymph has fway,
Who from the confecrated spring,
Wild beasts and fatyrs drives away :

So hither dares no favage prefs,

Who Beauty's fovereign power defies;
All, drinking here, her charms confess,
Proud to be conquer'd by her eyes.
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When Phoebus try'd his herbs in vain

On Hyacinth, had she been there, With tea fhe would have cur'd the swain, Who only then had dy'd for her. January 1, 1701.

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ICTORIA comes! fhe leaves the forag'd groves! Her flying camp of Graces and of Loves Strike all their tents, and for the march prepare, And to new scenes of triumph wait the fair.

Unlike the flaves which other warriors gain,
That loath subjection, and would break their chain,
Her rural flaves their abfent victor mourn,
And with not liberty, but her return.

The conquer'd countries droop, while fhe's away,
And flowly to the fpring their contribution pay.
While cooing turtles, doubly now alone,
With their loft loves another lofs bemoan.
Mean time in peopled cities crowds prefs on,
And jealous feem who fhall be first undone.
Victories, like Fame, before th' invader fly,
And lovers yet unfeeing hafte to die.
While fhe with careless unelated mind,
Hears daily conquests which she ne'er defign'd;
In her a foft, yet cruel heart is found,
Averse to cure, and vainly griev'd to wound.

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WRITTEN

WRITTEN IN A LADY'S PRAYER-BOOK.

SO fair a form, with fuch devotion join'd!
A virgin body, and a spotlefs mind!
Pleas'd with her prayers, while Heaven propitious fees
The lovely votarefs on her bended knees,

Sure it must think fome angel loft its way,
And happening on our wretched earth to ftray;
Tir'd with our follies, fain would take its flight,
And begs to be restor❜d to those bleft realms of light.

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WANTON Zephyr, come away!

On this sweet, this filent grove,

Sacred to the Mufe and Love,

In gentle whisper'd murmurs play!

Come let thy foft, thy balmy breeze
Diffuse thy vernal fweets around

From fprouting flowers, and bloffom'd trees;
While hills and echoing vales refound
With notes, which wing'd musicians fing
In honour to the bloom of fpring.

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II. Lovely

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Lovely feafon of defire!

Nature smiles with joy to see

The amorous months led on by thee,
That kindly wake her genial fire.
The brighteft object in the skies,
The faireft lights that shine below,
The fun, and Mira's charming eyes,
At thy return more charming grow;
With double glory they appear,
To warm and grace the infant year.

HORA CE,

ODE III. BOOK III.

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The design of this Ode was to infinuate to Auguftus the danger of transferring the feat of the empire from Rome to Troy, which we are informed he once entertained thoughts of,

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HE man to right inflexibly inclin❜d,
Poifing on Virtue's base his mind,
Refts in himself secure,

Indiffolubly firm in good;

Let tempefts rife, and billows rage, All rock within, he can unmov'd endure

The foaming fury of the flood,

When bellowing winds their jarring troops engage,

Or

Or wasteful civil tumults roll along

With fiercer strength, and louder roar,
Driving the torrent of the throng,
And gathering into power.

Let a proud tyrant cast a killing frown;

Or Jove in angry thunder on the world look down ;

Nay, let the frame of nature crack,

And all the fpacious globe on high,
Shatter'd with univerfal rack,
Come tumbling from the sky:

Yet he'll furvey the horrid scene

With fteady courage and undaunted mien,

The only thing serene!

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Thus Pollux and great Hercules,

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Roam'd through the world, and bleft the nations round,

Till, rais'd at length to heavenly palaces,
Mankind, as gods, their benefactions crown'd;
With thefe, Augustus shall for ever shine,
And stain his rofy lips in cups

divine.

Thus his fierce tigers dauntless Bacchus bear;
The glaring favages resist in vain,

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Impatient of the bit, and fretting on the rein;

Great Romulus purfued the fhining trace,

Through yielding clouds he drives th' impetuous car.

And leapt the lake, where all

The rest of mortals fall,

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And with his * father's horses scour'd the fame bright

airy race.

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* Romulus was supposed to be the font of Mars by the priestess

Ilia.

III. Then