29* POETRY. "Hoy- 2. 



Hence, when Britannia's fwains thy works perufe, 



Hiftoric, tragic, or thy facred niufe, 



Each kindred foul, form'd for celeftial love, 



Shall tread thy paths, and his own mind improve- 



If thoufand harvefts more witli plenty fmile, 



And bright'ning ftars arife in Britain's ifle, 



They'll own thy greatnefs, and revere thy name, 



And ftill exult in thy immortal fame. f t. 



The firji Ode of Anacreon, from the Greek. By 

 y. Tyfon, LL. D. 



WiLLiNGL? I'd fjng Atreidas^ 



Willingly great CadtUus praife,- 

 But my lyre its fav'rite numbers 



To gay Love alone would rajfe* 

 Such fantaflic notes difdaining. 



Quick I check'd each warbling wire. 

 And to fing the great Alcides^ 



Struck again the founding lyre. 

 But conceive my indignation, 



When inflead of " War''s Alarms" 

 Every note again rebellious. 



Sounded fweetly " Beauty's Charms''' 

 Farewell, then, ye deathlefs heroes, 



I no more your fong will raife ; 

 Now my lyre, in notes of transport, 



Cupid^ fliall refound thy praife I 

 Thornhill, Augujl 24. 1791. 



0^1? to Fancy. 



In my poor little humble cot, 

 As I fat mufiiig— God knows what- 

 To Belles and Beaux I bid adieu ; 

 J4y time js paft ! 'Tts now for you. 



