with every particular poem which is here presented to him. It is impossible to furnish out an entertainment of this nature, where every part shall be relished by every guest: it will be sufficient if nothing is set before him but what has been approved by those of the most acknowledged taste.


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Have been the subject of the British song. Who hath not read of fam'd Ramilia's plain, Bavaria's fall, and Danube choak’d with Nain? Exhausted themes! A gentler note I raise, And sing returning Peace in softer lays. Their fury quell’d, and martial rage allay'd, I wait our heroes in the sylvan Made : Difbanding hofts are imag'd to my mind, And warring pow'rs in friendly leagues combin'd; While ease and pleasure make the nations smile, And heav'n and Anna blefs Britannia's isle.

Well sends our Queen her mitred Bristol forth, For early counsels famd, and long-try'd worth, Who, thirty rolling years, had oft with-held The Suede and Saxon from the dusty field ; Compleatly form'd, to heal the Christian wounds, To name the kings, and give each kingdom bounds, The face of ravag'd nature to repair, By leagues to soften earth, and heav'n by pray'r; To gain by love, where rage and Naughter fail, And make the crosier o'er the sword prevail.

[6] So when great Moses, with JEHOVAH's wand, Had scatter'd plagues o’er stubborn Pharaoh's land, Now spread an host of locufts round the shore, Now turn'd Nile's fatt'ning streams to putrid gore ; Plenty and gladness mark'd the priest of God, And sudden almonds shot from Aaron's rod.

O thou, from whom these bounteous blessings flow, To whom, as chief, the hopes of peace we owe, (For next to thee, the man whom kings contend To stile companion, and to make their friend, Great Strafford, rich in every courtly grace, With joyful pride accepts the second place.) From Briton's isle, and Ifis' sacred spring One hour, oh ! listen while the muses sing. Tho' ministers of mighty monarchs wait, With beating hearts, to learn their master's fate, One hour forbear to speak thy Queen's commands, Nor think the world, thy charge, neglected stands ; The blissful prospects, in my verse display'd, May lure the stubborn, the deceiv'd persuade, Ev'n thou to peace thalt speedier urge the way, And more be hasten'd by this short delay.

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