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"Nulla placere diu, nec vivere carmina poffunt,
Quæ fcribuntur aquæ potoribus."


F happiness terreftrial, and the fource

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Whence human pleasures flow, fing, Heavenly Mufe;
Of sparkling juices, of th' enlivening grape,
Whofe quickening taste adds vigour to the foul,
Whofe fovereign power revives decaying Nature,
And thaws the frozen blood of hoary age,
A kindly warmth diffufing; — youthful fires
Gild his dim eyes, and paint with ruddy hue
His wrinkled vifage, ghaftly wan before :
Cordial reftorative to mortal man,

With copious hand by bounteous gods bestow'd!
Bacchus divine, aid my adventurous fong,
That with no middle flight intends to foar :
Infpir'd, fublime, on Pegafean wing,
By thee upborne, I draw Miltonic air.

When fumy vapours clog our loaded brows
With furrow'd frowns; when ftupid, downcaft eyes,
Th' external fymptoms of remorfe within,
Exprefs our grief; or when in fullen dumps,
With head incumbent on expanded palm,
Moping we fit, in filent forrow drown'd:
Whether inveigling Hymen has trepann'd

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Th' unwary youth, and tied the Gordian knot
Of jangling wedlock not to be diffolv'd ;
Worry'd all day by loud Xantippe's din,
Who fails not to exalt him to the ftars,
And fix him there among the branched crew
(Taurus, and Aries, and Capricorn,
The greatest monflers of the Zodiac):
Or for the lofs of anxious worldly pelf,
Or Cælia's scornful flights, and cold disdain,

Which check'd his amorous flame with coy repulfe;
The worst events that mortals can befall:

By cares deprefs'd, in penfive hyppish mood,
With flowest pace the tedious minutes roll.

Thy charming fight, but much more charming guft,
New life incites, and warms our chilly blood.
Strait with pert looks, we raife our drooping fronts,
And pour in crystal pure, thy purer juice; —
With chearful countenance and steady hand
Raise it lip-high, then fix the fpacious rim


To the expecting mouth; with grateful tafte,
The ebbing wine glides fwiftly o'er the tongue;
The circling blood with quicker motion flies:
Such is thy powerful influence, thou strait






Difpell'ft thofe clouds, that, louring dark, eclips'd

The whilom glories of the gladfome face;

While dimpled cheeks, and sparkling, rolling eyes,
Thy chearing virtues and thy worth proclaim.

So mitts and exhalations, that arise

From bills or freamy lake, dufky or grey,

Prevail; till Phoebus fheds Titanian rays,


And paints their fleecy fkirts with fhining gold:
Unable to refift, the foggy damps,

That veil'd the furface of the verdant fields,
At the god's penetrating beams difperfe;
The earth again in former beauty fmiles,
In gaudieft livery dreft, all gay and clear.
When disappointed Strephon meets repulfe,
Scoff'd at, defpis'd, in melancholic mood,
Joylefs he waftes in fighs the lazy hours;
Till, reinforc'd by thy moft potent aid,

He storms the breach, and wins the beauteous fort.
To pay thee homage, and receive thy bleffing,
The British feaman quits his native fhore,
And ventures through the tracklefs, deep abyss,
Plowing the ocean, while the upheav'd oak,
"With beaked prow, rides tilting o'er the waves ;"
Shock'd by tempeftuous jarring winds, the rolls
In dangers imminent, till fhe arrives


At those bleft climes thou favour'st with thy prefence.
Whether at Lufitania's fultry coaft,
Or lofty Teneriff, Palma, Ferro,
Provence, or at the Celtiberian shores;
With gazing pleasure and astonishment





At Paradife (feat of our ancient fire)

He thinks himself arriv'd; the purple grapes,

In largest clusters pendant, grace the vines

Innumerous; in fields grotesque and wild
They with implicit curls the oak entwine,
And load with fruit divine his spreading boughs;
Sight most delicious! not an irksome thought,



Or of left native ifle, or abfent friends,,

Or dearest wife, or tender fucking babe,
His kindly-treacherous memory now presents;
The jovial God has left no room for cares.

Celestial liquor! thou that didst inspire
Maro and Flaccus, and the Grecian bard,
With lofty numbers, and heroic strains
Unparallel'd, with eloquence profound,
And arguments convictive, didft enforce
Fam'd Tully, and Demofthenes renown'd:
Ennius, first fam'd in Latin fong, in vain
Drew Heliconian streams, ungrateful whet
To jaded Mufe, and oft', with vain attempt,
Heroic acts, in flagging numbers dull,
With pains essay'd; but, abject still and low,
His unrecruited Mufe could never reach
The mighty theme, till, from the purple fount
Of bright Lenæan fire, her barren drought
He quench'd, and with inspiring nectarous juice,
Her drooping fpirits chear'd; - aloft fhe towers,

Borne on stiff pennons, and of war's alarms,
And trophies won, in loftieft numbers fings :
'Tis thou the hero's breaft to martial acts,
And refolution bold, and ardour brave,
Excitft: thou check'ft inglorious, lolling eafe,
And sluggish minds with generous fires inflam'ft.
O thou, that first my quicken'd soul didst warm,
Still with thy aid affift me, that thy praise,
Thy univerfal fway o'er all the world,
In everlasting numbers, like the theme,

I may record, and fing thy matchlefs worth.

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Had the Oxonian bard thy praise rehears'd,
His Mufe had yet retain'd her wonted height;
Such as of late o'er Blenheim's field the foar'd
Aërial: now in Ariconian bogs

She lies inglorious floundering, like her theme
Languid and faint, and on damp wing, immerg'd
In acid juice, in vain attempts to rife.

With what fublimeft joy from noisy town,
At rural feat, Lucretelus retir'd:
Flaccus, untainted by perplexing cares,
Where the white poplar, and the lofty pine,



Join neighbouring boughs, fweet hofpitable fhade 125
Creating, from Phoebean rays fecure,

A cool retreat, with few well-chofen friends,
On flowery mead recumbent, spent the hours
In mirth innocuous, and alternate verfe!
With rofes interwoven, poplar wreaths
Their temples bind, drefs of fylveftrian gods!
Choiceft nectarean juice crown'd largest bowls,
And overlook'd the brim, alluring fight,
Of fragrant fcent, attractive, tafte divine!
Whether from Formain-grape deprefs'd, Falern,
Or Setin, Maffic, Gauran, or Sabine,

Lesbian or Cœcuban, the chearing bowl



Mov'd brifkly round, and fpurr'd their heighten'd wit
To fing Mæcenas' praife, their patron kind.

But we not as our priftine fires repair
T'umbrageous grot or vale; but, when the fun
Faintly from western skies his rays oblique
Darts floping, and to Thetis' watery lap



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