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The royal Dane, blest consort of the Queen, Next crowns the ruby'd nectar, all whose bliss In Anna's plac'd: with sympathetic flame, And mutual endearments, all her joys, Like the kind turtle's pure untainted love, Centre in him, who shares the grateful hearts Of loyal subjects, with his sovereign queen; For by his prudent care united shores Were sav'd from hostile fleets' invasion dire

The hero Marlborough next, whose vast exploits Fame's clarion sounds; fresh laurels, triumphs new We wish, like those he won at Hockstet's field. Next Devonshire illustrious, who from race Of noblest patriots sprang, whose worthy soul Is with each fair and virtuous gift adorn'd, That shone in his most worthy ancestors; For then distinct in separate breasts were seen Virtues distinct, but all in him unite.

Prudent Godolphin, of the nation's weal
Frugal, but free and generous of his own,
Next crowns the bowl; with faithful Sunderland,
And Halifax, the Muses' darling son,

In whom conspicuous, with full lustre, shine
The surest judgment and the brightest wit,
Himself Mecenas and a Flaccus too:
And all the worthies of the British realm,
In order rang❜d succeed; such healths as tinge
The dulcet wine with a more charming gust.

4 Prince George of Denmark.

Now each his mistress toasts, by whose bright

eye

He's fir'd; Cosmelia fair, or Dulcibell',
Or Sylvia, comely black, with jetty eyes
Piercing, or airy Celia, sprightly maid!-
Insensibly thus flow unnumber'd hours;
Glass succeeds glass, till the Dircean god
Shines in our eyes, and with his fulgent rays
Enlightens our glad looks with lovely dye;
All blithe and jolly, that like Arthur's knights
Of Rotund Table, fam'd in old records,

Now most we seem'd-Such is the power of Wine!
Thus we the winged hours in harmless mirth
And joys unsullied pass, till humid Night
Has half her race perform'd; now all abroad
Is hush'd and silent, nor the rumbling noise
Of coach, or cart, or smoky link-boy's call,
Is heard—but universal silence reigns ;
When we in merry plight, airy and gay,
Surpris'd to find the hours so swiftly fly,
With hasty knock, or twang of pendant cord,
Alarm the drowsy youth from slumbering nod;
Startled he flies, and stumbles o'er the stairs
Erroneous, and with busy knuckles plies

His yet clung eyelids, and with staggering reel
Enters confus'd, and muttering asks our wills;
When we with liberal hand the score discharge,
And homeward each his course with steady step
Unerring steers, of cares and coin bereft.

THE STORY OF CEPHISA.

IN western climes, where the bright god of Day Darts on the gladsome earth a warmer ray, While smiling Spring led on the jocund Hours, And early months bestrew'd the fields with flowers, In bloom of youth Cephisa, lovely maid!

Trac'd the wide lawns, and through the forests stray'd;

Not all the nymphs who swell Diana's train,
From Cynthus' top, when issuing on the plain,
With hound and horn they raise the cheerful cry,
And the rocks echo and the floods reply;
Not all their train for beauty could compare,
Their goddess self scarce like Cephisa fair.-
Struck with the sight of such transcendent charms,
With gifts the shepherds woo'd her to their arms.
The amorous toys no grace nor favour gain'd,
The gifts and givers she alike disdain'd,
Resolv'd in happy solitude to rove

A sylvan huntress through the leafy grove.
But envious Fate the nymph no respite gives,
In every heart her lov'd idea lives;

Ev'n Pan himself, with ardent passion fir'd,

The god of Woods, the woodland nymph desir'd;

Still as he views, he pants to clasp the maid,
And, softly sighing to himself, he said:

"O happy winds! which kiss that snowy breast,
O happy garments! which those limbs invest;
But happier he who gains so rich a prize,
Pants in those arms, and on that bosom dies!'

Thus he; the nymph far other loves employ,
The chase her glory, and the woods her joy;
Oft as the god is present to her sight,
So oft the nymph prepares for sudden flight,
Eludes his search, swift skimming o'er the lawn,
As from the beagle flies the bounding fawn.

A bower there was, a close sequester'd shade, By poplar boughs and twining osiers made, Fast by whose side a crystal fountain flow'd, (The banks with flowers of various colours glow'd) Here oft at noon the weary fair reclin'd To court the coolness of the gentle wind; For here soft zephyr with a grateful breeze [trees. Kiss'd the young plants, and whisper'd through the

It chanc'd that Pan had mark'd the pebbled bed, Where the stream issued from its fountain-head, Thence pouring on, through mossy windings roll'd, O'er fertile tracks, and sands that glow'd with gold; Its course the god with curious search pursu’d, Till pleas'd, at length, the fragrant bower he view'd; But far more pleas'd the beauteous nymph survey'd Stretch'd at her ease beneath the cooling shade. His near approach the pensive nymph alarms, Who rises hasty, with disorder'd charms,

Springs from her covert like the timorous hare, And, flying, fills with shrieks the ambient air. With wings of love Pan urges on the course; Fear lends her strength, while Love supplies his force,

Yet oft the god, in the mid chase, delays,

Stops short of conquest, and submissiv eprays:
'O thou!' he cries, 'the loveliest of thy kind,
Why fly'st thou thus, and leav'st thy love behind?
No savage foe, no plunderer, is near,

Nor mountain-robber with his dreadful spear;
Nor mean am I, though woods my lineage claim,
My sire immortal, and myself the same;
Nor on the crook nor plough do I depend,
Nor on the mountain's top a scanty flock attend ;—
Pan is my name ;-the herds on yonder plains
My herbage fattens and my care sustains;
To me the woodland empire is decreed ;

I claim the invention of the vocal reed;

Yet vain these arts, these gifts in vain bestow'd, Great as I am, and worshipp'd as a god,

If thou, bright Nymph! with coyness and dis

dain

Repay thy lover, and deride his pain.'

Thus urg'd the sylvan god his amorous prayer, But all his words were lost in empty air. With double speed the nymph her course renew'd, With double speed the ravisher pursu'd ; O'er hills and dales they hold the rapid race, Till, spent at length, and wearied with the chase,