O Muse! relate, (for you can tell alone, Wits have short memories, and dunces none) Relate who first, who last, resign'd to rest ; 621 Whose heads she partly, whose completely bless'd; What charms could faction, what ambition lull, The venal quiet, and entrance the dull; [wrongTill drown'd was sense, and shame, and right, and O sing, and hush the nations with thy song! In vain, in vain--the all-composing honr IMITATIONS. Whose heads she partly, whose completely bless'd.] VIRG. Vidit Cyllenius omnes OVID. Met. II. Philosophy, that lean'd on Heaven before, INDEX OF PERSONS AND MATTERS CELEBRATED IN THIS POEM AND NOTES. Broome. ibid. Bond, ii. 126. Brown, iii. 28. Bladen, iv. 560. Bentley, Thomas, ii. 203. Bland, a gazetteer, i. 231. Benlowes, iii. 21. Bavius, iii. 21. | Gazetteers, i. 215. ii. 314. 1 Gregorians and Gormogons, iv. 10. Holland, Philemon, i. 154. - Hearn, Thomas, iii. 185. Howard, Edward, i. 297. ii. 2. 425. iii. 199, &c. Hays, iv. 560. . Cbina, iii. 75. Knight, Robert, iv. 561. Kuster, iv. 237. De Foe, Daniel, 1. 103. ii. 147. Lintot, Bernard, i. 40. ii. 53. Moore, James, ii. 50, &c. 168. Mahomet, iii. 97. Mears, William, ii. 125. jul. 28. Monks, iji. 52. Morgan, ibid. Mummius, an antiquary, iv. 371. Nonjuror, i. 253. oldmixon, John, ii. 283. Ozel, John, i. 285. Sooterkins, i. 126. Tate, i. 105. 238. Tindal, Dr. ii. 399. iji. 212 492. iii. 19. Vandals, iii. 86. Walpole, (late Sir Robert] 314. Ward, Edw. i. 233. iii. 34. Webster, ii. 258. Whitefield, ibid. Warner, Thomas, ii. 125. Welsted, Leonard, ii. 207. Woolston, Thomas, iii. 219. Wasse, iv. 237. Walker, bat-bearer to Bent- ley, ivi 206. 273, THE FOLLOWING .S.POEMS WERE OMITTED IN THE FORMER EDITION, TO ? TO THE AUTHOR The spirit of Mrs. Butler is supposed to speak. STRIPT to the naked soul, escap'd from clay, From doubts. unfetter'd, and dissolv'd in day; Unarm’d by vanity; upreach'd by strife; And all my hopes and fears thrown off by life; Why am I charm'd by friendship's fond essays, And, though unbodied, conscious of thy praise ? Has pride a portion in the parted soul Does passion still the formless inipd control? Can gratitude out-pant the silent breath? Or a friend's sorrow pierce the glooms of death? No,'tis a spirit's nobler taste of bliss ! That feels the worth it left, in proofs like this ; That not its own applause, but thine, approves ; Whose practice praises, and whose virtue loves ! Who liv'st, to crown departed friends with fame! Then, dying late, shalt all thou gav'st reclaim. |