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OF THE THEATRE ROYAL. WHILE to your charms unequal verse I raise,
Aw'd, I admire, and tremble as I praise : Here Art and Genius new refinement need, Listening, they gaze, and, as they gaze, recede!
Mark rival arts perfection's point pursue !
Thus Cleopatra in your charms refines; She lives, he speaks, with force improv'd the lines !
Fair, and more fair, you every grace transmit; 25
Say, sweet inspirer! were each annal known, 35
Long has feign'd Venus mock'd the Muse's praise,
foul ! The foul's bright meanings heighten beauty's fires : Your looks, your thoughts, your deeds, each grace
inspires ! Know, then, if rank'd with monarchs, here you stand, What Fate declines, you from the Muse demand !
50 Each grace that shone of old in each fam'd fair, Or may in modern dames refinement wear ;
Whate'er juft, emulative thoughts pursue,
power to bless, If 'tis a monarch's glory to redress; In conscious majesty you fine ferene, do thought a heroine, and in act a queen.
MR. AARON HILI's PO E M,
The lines marked thus are taken from GIDEON.
Their Aatteries to the vulgar great!
And rival nature's most luxuriant store, To swell some monster's pride, who Manes a state, 5
Or form a wreath to crown tyrannic power ! Thou, who inform d'it this clay with active fire!
Do thou, Supreme of Powers! my thoughts refine,
thine! 10 As thy lov'd Gideon once set ;Israel free,
So he with sweet, seraphic lays * Redeems the use of captive poetry,' Which first was form’d to speak thy glorious praise !
15: Pharaoh's just overthrow fublimely fung!
When Saul and Jonathan in death were laid,
And, by the Great Almighty's tuneful aid,
With Pindar's fire his verse's spirit flies,
O that such heroes in each age might rise, 30%
Generous to triumph, and in council wise !
Great bard! what energy, but thine,
Or when, to cruel foes betray'd,
Loft, and be wilder'd in despair,
40 How piercing are the hapless lover's cries ! What tender strokes in melting accents rise !
Oh, what a master-piece of pity's there? · Nor goodly Joalh shows thy sweetness less, When, like kind heaven, he frees then; from diftress! 45
As there the graceful patriot Mines,
Let the low crowd, who love unwholesome fare, 50 When in thy words the breath of angels flows,
Like gross-fed fpirits, fick in purer air,
Thy dazzling genius shines too bright!
TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE
BESSY, COUNTESS OF ROCHFORD, DAUGHTER OF THE LATE EARL RIVERS,
WHEN WITH CHILD.
S when the sun walks forth in flaming gold,