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.

A SACRED ECLOGUE, IN IMITATION OF VIRGIL'S 'POLLIO.'

Ye Nymphs of Solyma! begin the song:

PART FIRST.

'Tis hard to say, if greater want of skill

AN HEROI-COMICAL POEM.

'Nolueram, Belinda, tuos violare capillos;