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Cynthia, an Elegiac Poem

Dr. Percy

163

The Lawyer's Farewell to his Muse Judge Blackstone 168

The Fireside

Cotton

172

The Triumph of Indifference Anon

176

The Tears of Scotland

Smollett. 180

203

207

221

The First of April

Idem

Ode on the Approach of Summer Idem

Ode on the Spring

Gray

On the Death of a favourite Cat drown-

ed in a Tub of Gold Fishes

Idem

On a distant Prospect of Eton College Idem

Ode to Adversity

Idem

The Triumphs of Owen

Idem

The Bard

Idem

223

225

229

232

234

The Progress of Poesy

Ode on Lyric Poetry

Ode to the Earl of Huntingdon

Ode in imitation of Alcæus

Ode on the Institution of the Order of

THE PASSIONS.

AN ODE FOR MUSIC.

[COLLINS.]

WHEN Music, heavenly maid, was young,
While yet in early Greece she sung,
The Passions oft, to hear her shell,
Throng'd around her magic cell,
Exulting, trembling, raging, fainting,
Possest beyond the Muse's painting;
By turns they felt the glowing mind
Disturb'd, delighted, rais'd, refin'd;
Till once, 'tis said, when all were fir'd,
Filld with fury, rapt, inspir’d,
From the supporting myrtles round
They snatch'd her instruments of sound;
And, as they oft had heard apart
Sweet lessons of her forceful art,
Each (for Madness rul'd the hour)
Would prove his own expressive power.

First Fear his hand, its skill to try,

Amid the chords bewilder'd laid,
And back recoil'd, he knew not why,

Ev'n at the sound himself had made.

Next Anger rush'd; his eyes on fire,

In lightnings own'd his secret stings:
In one rude clash he struck the lyre,

And swept with hurried hand the strings.

With woful measures wan Despair

Low, sullen sounds his grief beguild;
A solemn, strange, and mingled air;

'Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild.

But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair,

What was thy delighted measure?

Still it whisper'd promis'd pleasure,
And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail!
Still would her touch the strain prolong;

And from the rocks, the woods, the vale,
She callid on Echo still, through all the song;

And, where her sweetest theme she chose,

A soft responsive voice was heard at ev'ry close; And Hope enchanted smild, and wav'd her golden