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Convivial friends appoint the feftive hour, 
And half afiembled mourn death’s rapid pow’r. 
Dread apprehenfion checks their rifing joy, 
And feems to afk whom fate may next de- 
itroy. te 
Day fteals on day, ftillills on ills encreafe, 
The work of fate is never known to ceafe. 
Sad tidings ftill the troubled ear aflaii ; 
And groans with double horror load the gale. 
Still wafting thoufands fink without a name, 
Unwept by living eyes, unfung by fame. 
Come then bleft peace, and in thy fruitful 
train, : 
Bid arts, and heaven-born feience fmile 
again. 
Soft, in thy fteps, the breeze of health fhall 
play, 
And new creation glad the raptured day. , 
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An ODE. 
THE INVITATION. 
Diffugere nives, redeunt jam -gramina campis 
Arboribufgue come. 
Horavii Carmin. Lib. iv. Ode vii, 
TERN winter, frowning, now recedes, 
Now rarely fweeps along the meads 
The defolating ftorm ; 
Benumming frosts at length retire, 
Which chill'd fair nature’s geniai fire, 
And marr’d her angel-torm. 
Now tepid breezes fan the air, 
The trees their beauties now repair, 
And wave, with foliage crown’d ; 
Young flow’rets now put fortii their bloom, 
The gardens breathe a rich perfume, 
And verdure paints the ground. 
The fun, bright fov’reign of the day, 
Reigns now with mild, unclouded, ray, 
And gay toe groves appear; 
The birds their tuneful loves repeat, 
find, warbling from the clofe retreaty 
Re-asimate the year. 
Comethen, fweet fpring’s delights to tafte ; 
No longer, my Maria, watte 
Thofe hours jn routs and noife, 
Which you fo well know how to ufe 
With tafte, with reafon, aid the Mule, 
And theirs are trueft yoys: 
‘Come tafte the blifs the country yields, 
Come breathe the tragrance of the fields, 
Or, mid the noon-tide hea, 
Come je-k again your fav’rite bow’r, 
Where oft we've pais*d -the fultry hour, 
With books, and converfe fweet. 
Here friendfhip rules without coniroul, 
Here wifdom el -vates the foul 
Above this earthly fod ; 
Here dwells content, devoid of care, 
#dere nature's works, fupremely fair, 
Point up to wature’s God. 
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IMITATIONS FROM MARTIAL. 
I. 
EPIGRAM 53. B. II. 
you talk of freedom—truft me, friend, 
* Your freedom all in talk will end, 
If *tis your paifion to be free, 
Contented dine at home, like me; 
Original Poctry. 
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Your beverage draw from Whitbread’s but; 
Wear ufeful clothes of homely cut 5 
And, tho’ you ceafe to pleafc the fair, 
Difcard all powder from your hair: 
Walk undiftinguith’d ’mid the group, 
Nor {corn adoor that makes you ftoop. 
To fucha plan contract your view, 
And kings will be lefs free than you. 

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EPIGRAM 65, B. 11. 
WHY does friend Richard hang his head? 
Why, do you afk? his wife is dead. 
O heavy news! that precious wife, 
The fource of all he lov’d in life ! 
Is that dear creature under-ground, 
Wko brought him fifty thoufand pound? f 
Jn this vain world what eriefs abound! 

LTT: 
EPIGRAM 19, B. Vi, 
To a LAWYER. 
"T'RAPP’D by my neighbour in his clover, 
Three pigs I fee’d you to recover. 
Before the court you gravely ftand, 
And ftroke your wig, .and {mooth your bands 
Then, taking up the kingdom’s ftory, 
You ope’ youx cafe with Alfred’s glory ; 
Of Norman William’s curfew bell, 
And Ceur de Lion’s prowefs tell; 
How thro’ the ravag’d fields of France 
Edwards and Henries fhook the lance; 
How great Eliza o’er the main : 
Purfu’d the fhatter’d pride of Spain, ‘ 
And Orange broke a tyrant’s chain. 
All this, good Sir, is mighty fine; 
But nowy an pleafe you, to my fwine! 
Se — 
RECOVERY. 
AN ODE FROM KLOPSTOCK. 
RECOVERY ! daughter of Creation too,, 
Tho’ not for immortality defign’d, % 
The Lord of life and death A 
Sent thee from heaven to me. 
Had not I heard thy gentle tread approach, 
Not heard the whifper of thy welcome voice, 
Death had with iron foot 
My chilly forehead preft. 
Tis true, I then had wander’d where the earths 
Roll around funs, had ftray’d along the path 
Where the man’d comet foars 
Beyond the armedeye; 
And with the rapturous eager greet had hail’d 
The inmates of thofe earths and of thofe funs,; 
Had hail’d the countlefs hoft : 
That dwell the comet’s difk 5 
Had afk’d the novice queftions, and obtain’d 
Such anf{wers as a fage vouchfafes to youtu 3 
Had learn’d in hours far more 
‘Than ages here unfold! 
But I had then not ended here below, 
What, inthe enterprifing bloom of life, 
Fate with no light beheft 
Requir’d me to begin, 
Recovery! daughter of Creation too, 
Tho’ not for immortality defign’d, 
The Lord of life and death 
Sent thee from heaven to me. 
HISTORY 
