There is a power whose inspiration fills
Nature's fair fabric, sun- and star-inwrought,
Like airy dew ere any drop distils,

I know a village in a far-off land
Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain
With tinted walls a space on either hand

ISAACUS NEWTONUS:
QUEM IMMORTALEM
TESTANTUR TEMPUS, NATURA, COELUM:

Descend, ye Nine! descend and sing;
The breathing instruments inspire,
Wake into voice each silent string,

IMITATIONS OF ENGLISH POETS. SPENSER.

In every town, where Thamis rolls his tyde,

IMMITATION OF ENGLISH POETS. COWLEY

Fain would my Muse the flowery treasures sing,

Here, Withers, rest! thou bravest, gentlest mind,
Thy country's friend, but more of human kind.
Oh, born to arms! oh, worth in youth approved!

When Eastern lovers feed the funeral fire,
On the same pile the faithful pair expire.
Here pitying Heaven that virtue mutual found,

Again? new tumults in my breast?
Ah, spare me, Venus! let me, let me rest!
I am not now, alas! the man

Lest you should think that verse shall die,
Which sounds the silver Thames along,
Taught, on the wings of truth to fly

THE THIRD PASTORAL, Or HYLAS AND ÆGON.

TO MR WYCHERLEY.

THE FOURTH PASTORAL, OR DAPHNE.

TO THE MEMORY OF MRS TEMPEST.