** PERFORM IN THE CHARACTER OF ****
FOR you, bright fair, the nine address their lays,
And tune my feeble voice to sing thy praise.
The heartfelt power of every charm divine,
Who can withstand their all-commanding shine?
See how she moves along with every grace, 5
While soul-brought tears steal down each shining face.
She speaks! 'tis rapture all, and nameless bliss,
Ye gods! what transport e'er compared to this.
As when in Paphian groves the Queen of Love
With fond complaint addressed the listening Jove, 10
'Twas joy, and endless blisses all around,
And rocks forgot their hardness at the sound.
Then first, at last even Jove was taken in,
And felt her charms, without disguise, within.
OF THE DEATH OF THE RIGHT HON. ***
YE Muses, pour the pitying tear
For Pollio snatch'd away;
O! had he liv'd another year!--
'He had not died to-day'.
O! were he born to bless mankind, 5
In virtuous times of yore,
Heroes themselves had fallen behind!--
'Whene'er he went before'.
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