AN @3English@1 Muse shall close the solemn Scene, Duteous to celebrate An @3English Queen;@1 For such is @3She,@1 who by Affection reigns, And holds our willing Hearts in easy Chains; Whom partial @3Wales Their@1 Patroness would call, Tho' to All equal, tho' rever'd by All. Who makes the @3Mitred Prelacy@1 her Care, To learned @3Wake@1 (as late to @3Smalridge@1) dear: Yet shines, on ev'ry meanest Subject, bright, Chearfully bounteous—Like (GOD's Gift) @3The Light.@1 THEE Holy Truth, THEE decent Zeal supports, Humble in Greatness, and devout in Courts; Whose faithful Heart not @3Roman@1 Arts could gain, And CÆSAR offer'd Half the Globe in vain. No such Refusal could @3Elisa@1 boast When gay @3Alanzon@1 on her wond'ring Coast His @3Lillies@1 spread:——Irresolute she turn'd, (Not as when @3Mulciber Minerva@1 scorn'd) Then said (or seem'd to say) with faint Disguise, I view all Princes with untempted Eyes. Far more Sincere, more Pious to refuse, More Prudent @3You,@1 more Elegant to chuse! O doubly bless'd! who, with @3Great George@1's Heir, Heav'n's richest Gifts, Earth's choicest Joys may prove, Whilst (amiable in Majesty) @3You@1 share One Hope, one Faith, one Happiness, one Love. @3Janus@1 well-pleas'd will turn his younger Face To view the future Glories of your Race; @3Britannia@1 happy, in each God-like Son, And Daughters ruling Nations, not our Own; Extensive Good! which @3You,@1 with gen'rous Care, For This, for other Lands, and distant Days prepare: Hence, glorious on @3Thy Self@1 reflected shine The dawning Virtues of Thy @3Num'rous Line,@1 By @3Thy@1 Example form'd, taught by @3Thy@1 Skill divine. All Factions hence—(for All @3thy@1 Worth confess) The @3Queen,@1 the @3Mother,@1 and the @3Christian@1 bless. O CAROLINE! for ev'ry Grace renown'd, With Wit, with Judgment, and with Beauty crown'd, Deign to accept This Tribute of my Praise, Tho' rude of Stile, and artless be the Lays: Our youthful Bards, on @3Isis'@1 Banks retir'd, Unseen in Courts, by Swains alone admir'd, (Such once was @3Addison@1—whom @3You@1 inspir'd. As yet but hear how @3Foreign Muses@1 please, With @3Spanish@1 Grandeur, or with @3Tuscan@1 Ease; But, when the @3Living Languages@1 they know, (A Gift, which we to @3Royal Bounty@1 owe) Each rising Genius shall more boldly foar, Sweetly disclosing Charms unknown before; Our @3Athens@1 then, more various in Her Songs, Like @3Fame,@1 will praise Thee with a Hundred Tongues. So the rough Agates, in their native Mine, Or lay conceal'd, or only faintly shine, 'Till some kind Hand, distinguishing their Worth, Calls all their Multitude of Beauties forth; Then Nature's mimic Gems (improv'd by Art) surprize, And Rocks, and Clouds, and Trees, in little Landskips rise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE KEEP-SAKE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE SEA GODS: 1 by HILDA DOOLITTLE SPRING SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE SKELETON OF THE FUTURE; AT LENIN'S TOMB by CHRISTOPHER MURRAY GRIEVE CORONATION by HELEN MARIA HUNT FISKE JACKSON TO THE MEN OF KENT by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH TREES AND WAVES by AL-ISRA'ILI VERSES WRITTEN IN A BLANK LEAF OF TIGHE'S 'PSYCHE' by BERNARD BARTON |