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Hydra --- Hypocrite

Idleness-Ignorance - Inconstancy-Incon-

tinence-Lechery

Life-Lion - Love--- Madness--- Mastiff...

Mediocrity

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Mercy---Minerva---Morning
Mountain - Mutability--Night
Occasion---Palace of Sleep ---Tyger---Winds
-Sun-Phaton

Sight---Slander---Storm---Superstition

Suspicion ---Venus---Temple of Venus

Wrath

766

Extract from a Poem on his own approaching

Sonnet to twilight

Miss Williams 768

744 Sonnet to Expression

ib. 768

746 Sonnet to the Moon

ib. 768

On the Recovery of a Lady of Quality from

747

the Small Pox

ib. 769

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749 Ode to Fear

ib. 769

Ode on the Poetical Character

ib. 770

Ode to Evening--Ode to Peace-The Man-

ners, an Ode

ib. 774

The Passions. An Ode to Music

ib. 775

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* 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.

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Hohenlinden, the Scene of an Engagement be-
tween the French and Imperialists, in
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King 906

Peter Pindar 906

842 A Country Bumpkin and the Razor-seller ib. 907
842 The Bald-pated Welchman and the Fly

842 The Pilgrim and the Peas

Somerville 907

The Incurious Bencher

ib. 908

Campbell 842 The Oyster

were conquered: The Frogs' Choice

843 Epitaph on Miss Basnet, in Pancras Church-

ib. 908

ib. 909

910

Alonzo the Brave and the Fair Imogene. м. Ode

Thomson 910

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§1. An Address to the Deity. Thomson. | And ye five other wand'ring fires that move

ATHER of

SUPREME!

F
light and life! Thou GOOD
O teach me what is good. Teach me THYSELF!
Save me from folly, vanity, and vice,
From every low pursuit! and feed my soul
With knowledge, conscious peace, and virtue
Sacred, substantial, never-fading bliss! [pure;

§2. Adam and Eve, in a Morning Hymn, call
upon all the Parts of the Creation to join with
them in extolling their common Maker.

Milton.

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 scen

In these thy lowest works; yet these declare
The 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

Fairest of stars, last in the train of night,

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
Vary to our great Maker still new praise.
Ye Mists and Exhalations that now rise
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, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow,
Breathe soft or loud; and wave your tops, yePines,
With every plant in sign of worship wave.
Fountains, and ye that warble 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 crcep;
Witness if I be silent, morn or even,

Him first, him last, him midst, and without end. To hill or valley, fountain, or fresh shade

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
fall'st.
Moon, that now meet'st the orient sun, now fly'st
With the fix'd stars, fix'd in
their orb that flies,

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.

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In ev'ry leaf that trembles to the breeze
I hear the voice of God among the trees.
With thee in shady solitudes I 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, uninov'd by alí alarms, Secure within, the temple of thine arms,

Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ,
Nor is the least a cheerful heart,

That tastes those gifts with joy.

Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
And after death in distant worlds
The glorious theme renew.
Whert nature fails, and day and night
Divide thy works no more,

From anxious cares, from gloomy terrors free, My ever grateful heart, O Lord, And feel myself omnipotent in thee.

Then when the last, the closing hour draws

nigh,
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 mercics, O my God, My rising soul surveys; Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise.

Addison.

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 forin 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.

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Thy metey shall adore. Through all eternity to Thee A joyful song I'll raise, For O! eternity's too short

To utter all thy praise.

§5 Hymn on Providence. Addisonir

THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's eare: 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. Thơ 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,

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