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BOOK IV. SENTIMENTAL, LYRICAL, AND LUDICROUS.
Leonidas's Address to his Countrymen-An-
swer to the Persian Ambassador-Pathetic
Farewell of Leonidas to his Wife and Family 755
Characters of Teribazus and Ariana--Ariana
and Polydorus come by Night into the
786 History of Porsenna*
On the Recovery of a Lady of Quality from
Ode to Evening --Ode to Peace-The Man-
ners, an Ode
The Passions. An Ode to Music
Description of Lucifera's Palace.
ascending her Coach--Description of
Prince Arthur in his Habiliments of War
--- Description of Diana with her Nymphs,
returned from the Chace, and preparing to
Description of a Garden --Description of the
By an error of the press this poem is attributed to Mr. Lisle Bowles instead of Dr. Lisle, seve-
ral of whose poetical pieces are to be found in Dodsley's Collection. Edit. 1758.
The Brewer's Coachman
Ode on the Death of Matzel, a favorite Buil-
fiach. Addressed to Philip Stanhope, Esq.
(natural Son to the Earl of Chesterfield) to
whom the Author had given the Reversion
of it when he left Dresden
To-morrow-On Lord Cobham's Gardens
-To a Child five Years Old
To Mr. West, at Wickham, 1740
The Temple of the Muses. To the Countess
To a Lady who sung in too low a Voice
To Miss Wilkes, on her Birth-Day, Aug. 16th,
1767. Written in France
To Miss Wilkes, on her Birth-Day, Aug. 16th,
1798. Written in Prison
An Ode in Imitation of Alcaus Sir W. Jones 794
The Choice of a Wife by Cheese. Capt. Thompson 794
To my Candle
Peter Pindar 796
Presented together with a Knife by the Rev.
Samuel Bishop, Head Master of Merchant
Taylor's School, to his Wife on her Wedding
Day, which happened to be her Birth-Day
and New Year's Day
By the same, with a Ring
A Dialogue between a Member of Parliament
and his Servant, in Imitation of Horace, Sat.
II. vii. First printed in 1752
The Intruder. In Imitation of Horace, Sat. I.
ix. First printed in 1754
Horace, Book I. Ep. VII. Addressed to the
Earl of Oxford. 1713
Horace, Book II. Sat. VI.
A True and Faithful Inventory of the Goods
belonging to Dr. Swift, Vicar of Laracor;
upon lending his House to the Bishop of
Meath, till his Palace was rebuilt
An Elegy on the Death of Demar the Usurer,
who died the 6td of July 1720
Epitaph on a Miser-To Mrs. Houghton of
Bormount, upon praising her Husband to
Dr. Swift-Dr. Delany's Villa
Mary the Cook-Maid's Letter to Dr. Sheri-
Riddles, by Dr. Swift and his Friends, written
in or about the Year 1724-On a Pen
On Gold-On a Corkscrew-On a Circle-
On Ink - On the Five Senses
On an Echo-On a Shadow in a Glass-On
Time-On the Vowels-On Snow - On a
To Quilca, a Country-House of Dr. Sheridan,
in no very good Repair.
grand Question debated, Whether Hamil-
ton's Bawn should be turned into a Barrack
or a Malt-House.
On the Death of Dr. Swift, occasioned by read-
ing the following Maxim in Rochefoucauit,
"Dans l'adversité de nos meilleurs amis,
"nous trouvons toujours quelque chose qui
"ne nous deplait pas."
Woman's Lamentation on her Son be-
ing slain in a Field of Battle
Lines on a Ball given to promote the Silk Ma-
To Miss -, on her giving the Author a
Gold and Silk Net-work Purse of her own
To Lyce, an elderly Lady
Epitaph on Sir Thomas Hanmer
Sonnets. Written at Wynslade in Hampshire
842 A Country Bumpkin and the Razor-seller ib. 907
842 The Bald-pated Welchman and the Fly
The Incurious Bencher
The Frogs' Choice
Epitaph on Miss Basnet, in Pancras Church-
Alonzo the Brave and the Fair Imogene. M.
Lines spoken by Mr. Thomas Knox at the au-
nual Visitation at Tunbridge School
Epigrams, Epitaphs, and other little Pieces
The Hunting in Chevy-Chace
The Nightingale and the Glow-Worm
On a Goldfinch starved to Death in his Cage
Bryan and Pereene, a West-Indian Ballad,
founded on a real Fact that happened in the
Island of St. Cristopher's
The Foet, the Oyster, and Sensitive Plant ih, 895
Gentle River, gentle River
Alcanzor and Zaida, a Moorish Tale
The Love of the World detected
897 To Althea, from Prison
The King and Miller of Mansfield
Jupiter and Mercury. A Fable
A Pastoral Ballad, In Four Parts
THESE are Thy glorious works, Parent of good,
Almighty, thine this universal frame,
Thus wondrous fair; thyself howwondrous then!
Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these Heavens
To us invisible, or dimly seen
In these thy lowest works; yet these declare
Thy goodness beyond thought, and pow'r divine.
Speak ye who best can tell, ye sons of light,
Angels; for ye behold him, and with songs
And coral symphonies, day without night,
Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in Heaven,
On Earth, join all ye creatures to extol
Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Fairest of stars, last in the train of night,
If better thou belong not to the dawn,
Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn
With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere,
While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Thou Sun, of this great world both eye and soul,
Acknowledge him thy greater, sound his praise
In thy eternal course, both when thou climb'st,
And when high noon hast gain'd,and when thou
Moon, that now meet'st the orient sun, now fly'st
With the fix'd stars, fix'd in their orb that flies,
And ye five other wand'ring fires that move
In mystic dance, not without song, resound
His praise, who out of darkness call'd up light
Air, and ye elements, the eldest birth
Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run
Perpetual circle, multiform; and mix
And nourish all things; let your ceaseless change
Ye Mists and Exhalations that now rise
Vary to our great Maker still new praise.
From hill or streaming lake, dusky or grey,
Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold,
In honor to the world's great Author rise!
Whether to deck with clouds th' uncolor'd sky,
Or wet the thirsty earth with falling showers,
Rising or falling still advance his praise.
His praise, yeWinds, that from four quarters blow,
Breathe soft or loud; and wave your tops, ye Pines,
With every plant in sign of worship wave.
Fountains, and ye that warblé as ye flow
Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise.
Join voices, all ye living Souls; ye Birds,
That singing up to Heaven's gate ascend,
Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise.
Ye that in waters glide, and he that walk
The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep;
Witness if I be silent, morn or even,
To hill or valley, fountain, or fresh shade
Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise.
Hail universal Lord! be bounteous still
To give us only good; and if the night
Have gather'd aught of evil, or conceal'd,
Disperse it, as now light dispels the dark.
In ev'ry leaf that trembles to the breeze
I hear the voice of God among the trees.
With thee in shady solitudes walk,
With thee in busy crowded cities talk ;
In every creature own thy forming power,
In each event thy providence adore.
Thy hopes shall animate my drooping soul, Thy precepts guide me, and thy fear control: Thus shall I rest, unmov'd by all alarms, Secure within, the temple of thine arms, From anxious cares, from gloomy terrors free, And feel myself omnipotent in thee.
Then when the last, the closing hour draws
And earth recedes before my swimming eye;
When trembling on the doubtful edge of fate
I stand, and stretch my view to either state;
Teach me to quit this transitory scene
With decent triumph and a look serene;
Teach me to fix my ardent hopes on high,
And, having liv'd to thee, in thee to die.
§4. Hymn on Gratitude.
WHEN all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys ;
Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise.
O how shall words with equal warmth
The gratitude declare
That glows within my ravish'd heart?
But thou canst read it there.
Thy providence my life sustain'd,
And all my wants redress'd,
When in the silent womb I lay,
And hung upon the breast.
To all my weak complaints and cries
Thy mercy lent an ear,
Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt
To form themselves in pray'r.
Unnumber'd comforts to my soul
Thy tender care bestow'd,
Before my infant heart conceiv'd
From whom those comforts flow'd.
When in the slipp'ry paths of youth
With heedless steps I ran,
Thine arm unseen convey'd me safe,
And led me up to man.
Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths,
It gently clear'd my way,
And through the pleasing snares of vice,
More to be fear'd than they.
When worn with sickness, oft hast thou
With health renew'd my face,
And when in sins and sorrows sunk,
Reviv'd my soul with grace.
Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss
Has made my cup run o'er,
And in a kind and faithful friend
Has doubled all my store.
THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care: His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye; My noon-day walks he shall attend, And all my inidnight hours defend. When in the sultry glebe I faint, Or on the thirsty mountains pant; To fertile vales, and dewy meads, My weary wand'ring steps he leads; Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow, Amid the verdant landskip flow. Tho' in the paths of Death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My stedfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me still; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade. Tho' in á bare and rugged way, Through devious lonely wilds I stray, Thy bounty shall my pains beguile: The barren wilderness shall smile, With sudden greens and herbage crown'd; And streams shall murmur all around.
§6. Another Hymn, from the beginning of the 19th Psalm. Addison.
THE spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled Heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim
Th' unwearied sun, from day to day,
Does his Creator's pow'r display,
And publishes to every land
The work of an Almighty hand.
Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wond'rous tale,
And nightly to the list'ning earth,
Repeats the story of her birth:
Whilst all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,