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Spoken by Mr. HULL.
To wit reviving from its author's duft,
* Performed at Covent-Garden theatre in 1777, for the benefit of Mrs. Kelly, widow of Hugh Kelly, Esq. (the author of the play), and her children.
of Upon the first representation of this play, 1770, a party allembled to damn it, and succeeded,
Yet then shall calin reflection bless the night,
Forbears the long.continued strife;
Delights to catch the gales of life. Now o'er the rural kingdom roves
Soft pleasure with the laughing train, Love warbles in the vocal groves,
And vegetation plants the plain. Unhappy! whom to beds of pain,
Arthritick * tyranny configns; Whom smiling nature courts in vain,
Tho' rapture fings and beauty shines.
Her wings Imagination tries,
Where's humble turrets rise.
Nor from the pleafing groves depart, Where first great nature charmed my fight, Where wisdom first inform'd my heart.
* The author being ill of the gout.
Here let me thro' the vales pursue
A guide a father--and a friend, Once more great nature's works renew,
Once more on wisdom's voice attend. From false caresses, causeless strife,
Wild hope, vain fear, alike remov'd; Here let me learn the use of life,
When belt enjoy'd—when most improv'd.
Cool meditation's quiet seat,
The filent grandeur of retreat.
Or raging factions rush to war,
I can't prevent, and will not share. But left I fall by subtler foes,
Bright Wisdom, teach me Curio's art, The swelling passions to compose,
And quell the rebels of the heart.
M I D S U M M ER,
AN O D E.
O PHOEBUS! down the western sky,
Far hence diffuse thy burning ray, Thy light to distant worlds supply,
And wake them to the cares of day.
Come, gentle Eve, the friend of care,
Come, Cynthia, lovely queen of night! Refresh me with a cooling breeze,
And cheer me with a lambent light.
Her living carpet Nature spreads;
In showers its fragrant foliage sheds.
Let mufick die along the grove ; Around the bowl let myrtles twine,
And every strain be tun'd to love. Come, Stella, queen of all my heart !
Come, born to fill its vast desires ! Thy looks perpetual joys impart,
Thy voice perpetual love inspires. Whilst all my with and thine complete,
By turns we languish and we burn, Let fighing gales our sighs repeat,
Our murmurs-murmuring brooks return. Let me when nature calls to rest,
And blushing skies the morn foretell, Sink on the down of Stella's breast,
And bid the waking world farewell.
A U U T U
Τ Ο Μ Ν,
AN O D E.
Impatient time rolls on the year;
Now sweetly smiles, now frowns fevere.
SCEN E XIII.
HASAN, CARAZA, MUSTAPHA, MURZA.
MUSTAPHA TO MUR Z A.
MUST A PH A.
So fure the fall of greatness rais’d on crimes !
When haughty guilt exults with impious joy,