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Near the Thames, at Twickenham,
BY A. POPE.
1IIOU who shalt stop, where Thames' translu-
* The improving and finishing this Grotto, was the favourite amusement of Mr. Pope's declining years; and the beauty of his poetic genius in the disposition and ornaments of this romantic recess, appears to as much advantage as in his best-contrived Poems—See his description of it in a letter to Edward Blount, Esq. vol. viii. of his works.
Approach: But aweful! Lo th' iEgcrian * grot Where, nobly-pensive, St. John sate and thought; Where British sighs from dying Wyndham stole, And the bright flame was shot thro' Marchmout's
soul. Let such, such only, tread this sacred floor, Who dare to love their country, and be poor.
* Alluding to Numa's projecting his System of Politics in this Grot; assisted, as he gave out, by the Goddess
ODE On ^OLUS's HARP.*
BY A. POPE.
Zetherial race, inhabitants of air!
Who hymn your God amid the secret grove; Ye unseen beings, to my harp repair,
And raise majestic strains, or melt in love.
Those tender notes, how kindly they upbraid!
With what soft woe they thrill the lover's heart! Sure from the hand of some unhappy maid,
Who dy'd of love, these sweet complainings part.
But hark! that strain was of a graver tone;
On the deep strings his hand some hermit throws; Or he, the sacred Bard.'-\ who sat alone,
In the drear waste, and wept his people's woes.
* ^Eolus's Harp is a musical instrument, which plays with the wind, invented by Mr. Oswald; its properties are fully described in The Castle of Indolence. i Jeremiah.
Such was the song which Zion's children sung, When by Euphrates' stream they made their
And to such sadly solemn notes are strung [plaint: Angelic harps, to soothe a dying saint.
Methinks I hear the full celestial choir, [raise;
Thro' heaven's high dome their aweful anthem Now chanting clear, and now they all conspire
To swell the lofty hymn, from praise to praise.
Let me, ye wand'ring spirits of the wind,
Smit with your theme, be in your chorus join'd;
PIPE OF TOBACCO:
IN IMITATION OF SIX SEVERAL AUTHOllS. BY I. H. BROWN, ESQ.
IMITATION I.—Collet Cibbee.
jLauies egregii Casaris
Culpa deterere ingeni. Hon.
KjLD battle-array, big with horror is fled,
Tobacco tempers Phoebus' ire,
When wint'ry storms around us beat,
Tobacco cheers with gentle fire.
Yellow Autumn, youthful Spring,
In thy praises jointly sing.