Wars that do fatal ftorms difperfe,
Far from thy happy manfion keep,
Earthquakes that shake the universe,
Can't rock thee into founder fleep.

With all the charms of peace poffeft,
Secure from lifes tormentor, pain,
Sleep, and indulge thyfelf with rest,
Nor dream thou e'er fhalt rife again.

CHORUS.

Paft is the fear of future doubt,
The fun is from the dial gone,
The fands are funk, the glass is out,
The folly of the farce is done.

SONG LI.

BY MR. COLLIN S. *

How fleep the brave who fink to reft,
HOW
By all their countrys wishes bleft?
When spring, with dewy fingers cold,
Returns to deck the hallow'd mold,
She then shall dress a sweeter fod
Than Fancys feet have ever trod.

By Fairy hands their knell is rung,
By forms unfeen their dirge is fung;
There Honour comes a pilgrim grey,
To bless the turf that wraps their clay;
And Freedom shall a while repair
To dwell a weeping hermit there.

SONG LII.

D I R GE

IN CYMBELINE.

SUNG BY GUIDERUS AND ARVIRAGUS OVER FIDELE, SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD.

BY THE SAME.

O Fideles graffy tomb

Tfair maids, and village hinds shall bring

Each opening fweet of earlieft bloom,
And rifle all the breathing fpring.

No wailing ghoft shall dare appear
To vex with fhrieks this quiet grove,
But fhepherd lads affemble here,

And melting virgins own their love.

No wither'd witch fhall here be feen,

No goblins lead their nightly crew; The female Fays fhall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew!

The

The red-breaft oft at evening hours
Shall kindly lend his little aid,

With hoary mofs, and gather'd flowers,
To deck the ground where thou art laid.

When howling winds, and beating rain,
In tempefts fhake the fylvan cell;
Or 'midft the chace on every plain,
The tender thought on thee fhall dwell.

Each lonely scene shall thee reftore,
For thee the tear be duly fhed;
Belov'd, till life can charm no more;
And mourn'd, till Pitys felf be dead.

T

HOU foft flowing Avon, by thy filver stream,

Of things more than mortal, fweet Shakspeare would
dream,

The Fairies by moon-light dance round his green bed,
For hallow'd the turf is which pillow'd his head.

The love ftricken maiden, the foft-fighing fwain,
Here rove without danger, and figh without pain.
The sweet bud of beauty no blight fhall here dread,
For hallow'd the turf is which pillow'd his head.

In his Ode upon dedicating a building, and erecting a ftatue, to Shakspeare, at Stratford upon Avon.

Here

Here youth fhall be fam'd for their love, and their truth,
And chearful old age feel the fpirit of youth;
For the raptures of fancy here poets fhall tread,
For hallow'd the turf is that pillow'd his head.

Flow on, filver Avon, in fong ever flow,

Be the swans on thy borders ftill whiter than fnow!
Ever full be thy ftream, like his fame may it spread!
And the turf ever hallow'd which pillow'd his head.

SONG LIV.

PRAYER FOR INDIFFERENCE.

OF

BY MRS. GREVILLE.

FT I've implor'd the gods in vain,
And pray'd till I've been weary;
For once I'll feek my wish to gain
Of Oberon the Fairy.

Sweet airy being, wanton fprite,
Who liv'ft in woods unseen;
And oft by Cynthias filver light
Tripp'ft gayly o'er the green.

If e'er thy pitying heart was mov'd
As ancient ftories tell;

*

And for th' Athenian maid who lov'd,

Thou fought' a wond'rous fpell.

* See Midfummer-nights Dream.

O! deign

A

O! deign once more t'exert thy power!
Haply fome herb or tree,

Sovereign as juice from western flower,*
Conceals a balm for me.

I ask no kind return in love,
No tempting charm to please;
Far from the heart fuch gifts remove,
That fighs for peace and ease!

Nor ease, nor peace, that heart can know,
That like the needle true,

Turns at the touch of joy or woe,
But, turning, trembles too.

Far as diftrefs the foul can wound, "Tis pain in each degree:

'Tis blifs but to a certain bound

Beyond-is agony.

Then take this treacherous sense of mine,
Which dooms me ftill to fmart;
Which pleasure can to pain refine;
To pain new pangs impart.

O! hafte to fhed the fovereign balm,
My shatter'd nerves new string:
And for my gueft, ferenely calm,
The nymph Indifference bring!

See Midfummer-nights Dream.

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