To the QUEEN.

By Mr. WARTON. From the Oxford Collection.

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THEN first the kingdom to thy virtues due
Rofe from the billowy deep in diftant view ;
When Albion's ifles, old Ocean's peerlefs pride,
Tower'd in imperial ftate above the tide;
What bright ideas of the new domain
Form'd the fair profpect of thy promis'd reign!
And well with confcious joy thy breast might beat,
That Albion was ordain'd thy regal feat:
Lo! this the land where freedom's facred rage,
Has glow'd untam'd, thro' many a martial age.
Here patriot Alfred, ftain'd with Danish blood,
Rear'd on one bafe the king's, the people's good:
Here Henry's archers fram'd the stubborn bow,
That laid Alanzon's haughty helmet low;
Here wak'd the flame that ftill fuperior braves
The proudeft threats of Gaul's ambitious flaves:
Here chivalry, ftern school of valour old,
Her nobleft feats of knightly fame enroll'd;
Heroic champions heard the clarion's call,
And throng'd the board in Edward's banner'd hall;
While chiefs, like George, approv'd in worth alone,
Unlock'd chafte beauty's adamantine zone.
Lo! the fam'd ifle, which hails thy chofen fway,
What fertile fields her temperate funs difplay;
Where property fecures the confcious fwain,
And guards, while plenty gives, the golden grain;
Hence ripe with ftores her villages abound,
Her airy downs with fcatter'd fheep refound
Fresh are her paftures with unceafing rills,
And future navies crown her darkfome hills.
To bear her formidable glory far,
Behold her opulence of hoarded war!

See, from her ports a thousand banners ftream,
On every coaft her vengeful lightnings gleam!
Meantime, remote from ruin's armed hand,
In peaceful majefty her cities ftand;

Whofe fplendid domes, and tradeful streets declare,
Their firmeft fort, a king's parental care.

And O! bleft Queen, if e'er the magick pow'rs
Of warbled truth have won thy mufing hours;

Here poefy, from aweful days of yore,
Has pour'd her genuine gifts of raptur'd lore.
Mid oaken bow'rs, with holy verdure wreath'd,
In druid-fongs her folemn fpirit breath'd:

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While cunning bards, at ancient banquets, fung
Of paynim foes defy'd, and trophies hung,
Here Spenfer tun'd his myftic minftrelfy,
And drefs'd in fairy robes a queen like thee.
Here, boldly mark'd with ev'ry living hue.
Nature's unbounded portrait Shakespear drew:
But chief, the dreadful group of human woes,
The daring artift's tragic pencil chofe;

Explor'd the pangs that rend the royal breast,
Thofe wounds that lurk beneath the tiffu'd veft!
Lo! this the land, whence Milton's Muse of fire
High foar'd to fteal from heav'n a feraph's lyre;
And told the golden ties of wedded love
In facred Eden's aramanthine grove.

Thine too, majeftic bride, the favour'd clime,
Where Science fits enfhrin'd in roofs fublime-
O mark how green her wood of ancient bays
O'er Ifis' marge in many a chaplet strays!
Thither, if haply fome diftinguifh'd flower
Of these mix'd bloom's from that ambrofial bower,
Might catch thy glance, and, rich in nature's hue,
Entwine thy diadem with honour due;
If feemly gifts the train of Phoebus pay,
To deck imperial Hymen's feftive day;
Thither thyfelf fhall hafte, and mildly deign
To tread with nymph-like ftep the conscious plain:
Pleas'd in the Mufe's nook, with decent pride,
To throw the fcepter'd pall of state afide,
Nor from the fhade fhall George be long away,
Which claims Charlotta's love, and courts her ftay.—
These are Britannia's praifes. Deign to trace,
With rapt reflexion freedom's favourite race!
But though the generous ifle, in arts and arms,
Thus ftands fupreme, in nature's choiceft charms;
Though George and conqueft guard her fea-girt throne,
One happier bleffing ftill the calls her own;
And, proud a fresh increase of fame to view,
Crowns all her glory by poffeffing you.

THOMAS WARTON, M.A. Fellow of Trinity College,
Profeffor of Poetry.

By the Hon. JOHN GREY. From the Cambridge Collection.

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THILE o'er Germania's ravaged plains,

WHILE
Stern defolation ruthless reigns;

While, as the darts her redd'ning eye,
Death gives his keeneft thafts to fly:

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The gifts of plenty and repose
Safe on her cliffs Britannia knows :
Her vallies fpread their verdant veft;
Her fields in richest robes are dreft;
No hoftile hoof her laurel'd walks invades,
Or frights their Sifters from their peaceful shades.

III.

Ye nymphs, who arts of conqueft try,
Who bend the neck, who roll the eye,
See Charlotte win with grace and eafe,
And pleafe without a wifh to please!
Ye purple tyrants, flaves to love,
From fair to fair who fated rove,
What is the boaft of Beauty, fay!

That fpark Time's wing foon wafts away.
Go! from a British monarch learn to place
Your blifs on virtue's adamantine base.

IV.

Hail happy union! the prefage
Of glories down from age to age.
Yes; as thro' time I dart
Succeffive Georges fpring to light:
my fight,
Patriots, by leffons and by laws
To aid expiring freedom's caufe;
Warriors, by many a daring blow
To check each vain prefumptuous foe;
fhall own,

Till vaunting Gaul a mightier power

And Spain's proud genius bow to Brunswic's throne

The Honourable JOHN GREY, of Queen's College, Third Son of the Right Honourable the Earl of STAMFORD.

By Mr. GANDY. From the Cambridge Collection.

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WHEN pictur'd oft in the poetic page

We've seen the blifsful ifles and golden age;
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Adorna,

Adorn'd, appear'd the vifionary theme,

With fabled beauties, caught from fancy's dream.
Yet now the bright original behold;

These the bleft ifles, and this the age of gold!
Our ancient bards thus doubly claim the bays;
And join the prophet's to the poet's praife.
For Albion's fons unnumber'd bleffings rife ;
No patriot prayer indulgent heav'n denies.
She afk'd a monarch, virtuous, wife, and great;
And George arose to steer the helm of state;
She afk'd a queen the diadem to fhare;
Heav'n gave a Charlotte to Britannia's prayer.
O! may kind heav'n ftill more propitious prove,
And smooth the rugged path of ftate with love:
Give Britain princes, who fhall dare afpire
To emulate the glories of their fire:
Affert their birth, their title, lineage, name,
The firft in virtue, as the firft in fame!

Are there who now the Stoic art employ, Nor feel th' expanfive force of generous joy? The wretch who pines beneath oppreffive woe, Forbids the groan to rife, the tear to flow: Steals from himself, nor feels his pain awhile; And his pale chcek glows with a patriot fmile. Hark! the firm voice of joy pervades the air; And the pleas'd echo greets the royal pair. Tho' breath'd with loyal warmth, my flender fong Is drown'd 'midft patriot fhouts from ev'ry tongue : Thus drops the dew upon old Ocean's fide; Seems to be loft, yet fwells the rifing tide. What form divine bursts on my ravish'd fight, Circled in beams of mild and steady light, Girt with a virgin zone her robes of pureft white? "O'er thee, bleft ifle, heaven's pureft gifts are shower'd; "On thee, its beft, its choiceft bleffings pour'd. "In George's breaft are mark'd ny legends fair; "Harcourt's and Hayter's labours fixed them there. "Such the firm bafis- -See the ftructure prove "Religion, freedom, loyalty, and love. "The fofter virtues of the female heart "In Charlotte's gentle bofom claim a part. "Thus both in virtue's facred bands are twin'd: "The monarch leads; yet fhe is fcarce behind. "Live, happy pair, thus bleffing and thus bleft! "Own one fupreme, and leave to him the reft."Thus Virtue fpeaks enfues a folemn paufe: Now fhouts the gen'ral voice with loud applaufe;

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"Live, happy pair, thus bleffing and thus bleft!
"Own one fupreme, and leave him to the reft.”.
No more we fing you in our humble lays;

For the beft eulogy is virtue's praife.

JOHN GANDY, A. B. of Sidney- Suffex College.

Verses occasioned by the Theatric Champion's Performance at CoventGarden.

N art equestrian on a late occafion,

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Two mighty men did fhare great admiration:
The one with armour girt, by bold advancing;
T' other in civil garb, by backward prancing.
But greater far's thy praife, O peerlefs wight!
That in thy prowefs, both their feats unite.
Backwards and forwards thou doft guide thy horfe,
With D-m-k's ftately port; and T-
The power of nature could no further go;
To make a third the join'd the former two.

On Mr. Pitt's resigning the Seals.

's rigid force.

TE'ER in vain did heav'n its omens fend,
yet

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Some dreadful ills unufual figns portend!
When Pitt refign'd, a nation's tears will own,
Then fell the noblest jewel in the crown.

Walton, Oct. 15.

R. BROWNE

Prologue to the Tempest; acted at Hinchinbroke, near Huntingdor
Dec. 16, 1760. Spoken by Lord Palmerston

HOULD fome harsh cenfor blame theatric joys,
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And cry, "This acting spoils our forward boys:”
Should prudes exclaim, Shame on our modern ways,
No girls of mine fhall fee thote filthy plays:"
Let them be taught that paftimes fuch as thefe
Did oft amufe our grave forefather's days.
Virtue to teach was oft their pleafing talk,
In myftic pageantry, or moral mafque.
To bid the heart with joy's imagin'd glow,
Or melt with fympathy of mimic woe.
No blufhing fire then faw his fon advance
In antic drefs, to form the public dance.

Alluding to the largeft jewel falling out of the king's crown at the

coronation.