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Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.
At last divine Cecilia came,
Inventress of the vocal frame;
Enlarged the former narrow bounds,
And added length to solemn sounds, With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before.
Let old Timotheus yield the prize,
Or both divide the crown :
She drew an angel down.
“ LOVE STILL HAS SOMETHING.”
BY SIR CHARLES SEDLEY.
(Sir CHARLES SEDI EY was born at Aylesford, in Kent, in 1639, and was educated at Oxford. He was one of the leading wits of the Court of Charles II., where he squandered his estate, his time, and his moral character. But in his latter years he redeemed his reputation; and opposed, in Parliament, the arbitrary measures of James II. His daughter was the mistress of that monarch, who made her Countess of Dorchester; and when Sedley was asked why he promoted the revolution, he replied that he did it out of gratitude ; for since the king made his daughter a countess, it was fit that he should make the king's daughter a queen.
He died in 1701.)
Love still has something of the sea,
From whence his mother rose;
No time his slaves from doubt can free,
Nor give their thoughts repose.
They are becalm’dl in clearest days,
And in rough weather toss'd;
Or are in tempests lost.
One while they seem to touch the port,
Then straight into the main
The vessel drives again.
At first disdain and pride they fear,
Which, if they chance to 'scape,
In a more cruel shape.
A hundred thousand oaths your fears
Perhaps would not remove; And if I gazed a thousand years,
I could not deeper love.
BY JOHN POMERET.
(JOHN POMFRET was born at Luton, in Bedfordshire, in 1667, and educated at Cambridge. He took orders, and obtained the living of Malden, in Bedfordshire. But going to London, in 1703, to vindicate himself to the Bishop from a charge of having introduced inimoral sentiments into his poem of “The Choice,” this amiable and unfortunate man took the small-pox and died. This piece, from which we have selected an extract, derives most of its charms from the delightful images of a country life which it calls up in the mind ; but its beauties in this way have been thrown into the shade by similar efforts of Thomson and Cowper, and hence it is, in a great degree, forgotten.]
IF Heaven the grateful liberty would give
And a cool rivulet run murmuring by ;
Sharp Juvenal, and amorous Ovid too,