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Quick, the blissful scene prepare, "Sooth the patriot's heavy care: "Visions, cheering to the fight, "Give him earneft of delight. "Wife difpofer of affairs, "View the end of all thy cares ! "Forward caft thy ravish'd eyes, "See the gladdening harvest rise : "Lo, the people reap thy pain! "Thine the labor, theirs the gain. "Yonder turn, awhile, thy view, "Turn thee to yon spreading yew, "Once the gloomy tree of fate, "Once the plighted virgin's hate : "Now, no longer, does it grow, "Parent of the warring bow : "See, beneath the guiltless shade, "Peasants shape the plow and spade, "Rescued, ever, from the fear "Of the whistling shaft and spear.

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"Lo, where plenty comes, with peace !

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SUPPLICATION FOR MISS CARTERET

IN THE SMALL-POX.

DUBLIN, JULY 31, 1725.

DOWER o'er every power fupreme,

POWER

Thou the poet's hallow'd theme,

From thy mercy-feat on high,
Hear my numbers, hear my cry.
Breather of all vital breath,
Arbiter of life and death,
Oh, preferve this innocence,
Yet unconscious of offence,
Yet in life and virtue growing,
Yet no debt to Nature owing.
Thou, who giv'st angelic grace

To the blooming virgin face,
Let the fell disease not blight
What thou mad'ft for man's delight:
O'er her features let it pass

Like the breeze o'er fpringing grafs,
Gentle as refreshing showers
Sprinkled over opening flowers.
O, let years alone diminish

Beauties thou waft pleas'd to finish.

To the pious parents give That the darling fair may live : Turn to bleffings all their care, Save their fondness from despair.

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Mitigate

Mitigate the lurking pains
Lodg'd within her tender veins;
Soften every throb of anguish,
Suffer not her ftrength to languish;
Take her to thy careful keeping,
And prevent the mother's weeping.

ΤΟ MISS

GEORGIANA,

YOUNGEST DAUGHTER TO

LORD CARTERET.

AUGUST 10, 1725.

LITTLE charm of placid mien,

Miniature of beauty's queen,

Numbering years, a scanty Nine,

Stealing hearts without defign,

Young inveigler, fond in wiles,

Prone to mirth, profuse in smiles,
Yet a novice in disdain,
Pleasure giving without pain,
Still careffing, ftill carefs'd,

Thou, and all thy lovers blefs'd,
Never teiz'd, and never teizing,

O, for ever pleas'd and pleasing!
Hither, British Mufe of mine,
Hither all the Grecian Nine,
With the lovely Graces three,
And your promis'd nurseling fee:

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Voice, and speech, and action, rifing,
All to human fense surprizing.

Is the filken web fo thin

As the texture of her fkin ?
Can the lily and the rofe
Such unfully'd hue disclose ?
Are the violets fo blue

As her veins expos'd to view ?
Do the ftars, in wintery fky,
Twinkle brighter than her eye?
Has the morning lark a throat
Sounding sweeter than her note?

Who e'er knew the like before thee?

They who knew the Nymph that bare thee.

From thy paftime and thy toys,

From thy harmless cares and joys,
Give me now a moment's time:
When thou fhalt attain thy prime,

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Semblance of the fair who bore thee,
Trace the pattern fet before thee,

Where the Liffy meets the main,

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Has thy Sifter hear'd my ftrain :
From the Liffy to the Thames,
Minstrel echoes fing their names,
Wafting to the willing ear
Many a cadence fweet to hear,
Smooth as gently breathing gales
O'er the ocean and the vales,
While the veffel calmly glides

O'er the level glaffy tides,

While the fummer flowers are fpringing,

And the new-fledg'd birds are finging.

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EPIGRAMS AND SHORT POEMS.

UPON THE TOASTS OF THE HANOVER CLUB.

HE reigning fair on polith'd crystal shine,

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Enrich our glaffes, and improve our wine. The favourite names we to our lips apply, Indulge our thoughts, and drink with ecstacy.

While thefe, the chofen beauties of our ifle,

Propitious on the caufe of freedom fmile,
The rash Pretender's hopes we may despise,
And truft Britannia's fafety to their eyes.

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ON A COMPANY OF BAD DANCERS TO GOOD MUSIC*.

HOW ill the motion with the mufic fuits!

So Orpheus fiddled, and fo danc'd the brutes.

* This Epigram is claimed by Mr. Jeffreys, and is printed in his Works.

VOL. LVII.

G

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