 | Poems on Affairs of State |  |
411
Several Copys of Verses on her Majesty's and the Prince's going to Oxford.
The first by Mr. Harcourt, Son to Sir Simon Harcourt, Sollicitor General to Her Majesty.
To the QUEEN at Her coming to Christ-Church.
When haughty Monarchs their proud State expose,
And Majesty an awful Greatness shews;
Their Subjects, Madam, with amazement seiz'd,
Gaze at the Pomp, rather surpriz'd than pleas'd.
But your more gentle Influence imparts
Wonder at once, and Pleasure to our Hearts.
Where'er you come Joy shines in ev'ry Face;
Such winning Goodness, such an easy Grace,
Through all your Realms diffusive Kindness pours,
That ev'ry English Heart's entirely yours.
The Muses Sons with eager transport view
Their long desponding Hopes reviv'd in You,
The Muses Sons to Monarchy ever true.
And Majesty an awful Greatness shews;
Their Subjects, Madam, with amazement seiz'd,
Gaze at the Pomp, rather surpriz'd than pleas'd.
But your more gentle Influence imparts
Wonder at once, and Pleasure to our Hearts.
Where'er you come Joy shines in ev'ry Face;
Such winning Goodness, such an easy Grace,
Through all your Realms diffusive Kindness pours,
That ev'ry English Heart's entirely yours.
The Muses Sons with eager transport view
Their long desponding Hopes reviv'd in You,
The Muses Sons to Monarchy ever true.
These happy Walls by Royal Bounty plac'd,
Often with Royal Presence have been grac'd.
Here Kings to ease the Cares attend a Crown,
Preferr'd the Muses Laurels to their Own.
And here You once enjoy'd a safe Retreat,
From Noise and Envy free: To this lov'd Seat,
To be a Guest, You then did condescend,
Which now, its happy Guardian, You defend.
Often with Royal Presence have been grac'd.
Here Kings to ease the Cares attend a Crown,
Preferr'd the Muses Laurels to their Own.
And here You once enjoy'd a safe Retreat,
From Noise and Envy free: To this lov'd Seat,
412
Which now, its happy Guardian, You defend.
Oxford, with Joy, beholds the Royal Pair,
And finds her Muses are her Prince's Care:
May we presume to claim a nearer Tye;
They are your Subjects, We Your Family.
Accept the Duty then we doubly Owe,
We share your Presence and Protection too.
So, when Great Jove within the Country Cell
Of humble pious Baucis meant to dwell,
The bounteous God grac'd her with Gifts Divine,
And where he found his Refuge, fix'd his Shrine.
And finds her Muses are her Prince's Care:
May we presume to claim a nearer Tye;
They are your Subjects, We Your Family.
Accept the Duty then we doubly Owe,
We share your Presence and Protection too.
So, when Great Jove within the Country Cell
Of humble pious Baucis meant to dwell,
The bounteous God grac'd her with Gifts Divine,
And where he found his Refuge, fix'd his Shrine.
To the PRINCE, at his coming to Christ-Church.
Spoke by Mr. Cowslade.
And You, Auspicious Prince, our other Care,Accept the Duty which Your Isis pays,
Whether in Arts of Peace, or Deeds of War,
The Hero justly claims the Muses praise.
Aspiring Youth, fir'd with a generous Flame,
The Tracts of Princely Vertues here persue;
At once both copy, and admire Your Fame,
And all their different Aims unite in You.
One, bloody Sieges, and feign'd Camp designs,
And fancied Schemes of future Actions draws,
And early in imaginary Times,
Defends his Countries, and his Prince's Cause.
413
And to smooth Numbers form their tuneful Tongue,
From You begin, to You direct their Muse,
The Subject and the Patron of their Song.
Illustrious Guests, Joint-Partners in our Love,
Protect those Arts which by Your Influence live:
Those Arts which We with Loyal Zeal improve,
To you return the Vigour they receive.
Whilst Ormond by undaunted Courage led,
Regions unknown, and distant Foes alarms;
We, Ormond's Care, to early Duty bred,
Learn here to aid Your Councils, and Your Arms.
To the QUEEN at Supper.
Spoke by Mr. Finch, Son to the Honourable Heneage Finch Esq;
With Love, tho rude, we croud this hallow'd Place,And clog that Triumph which we mean to grace,
To view that QUEEN that frees Us from Alarms,
Secures our Quiet, and directs our Arms.
England before its ruin'd Trade deplor'd,
A mourning Victor, and disputed Lord.
Now moulding Fleets in Gallick Harbours ly,
Whilst British Ships their double World defy.
Our Muses hear the Battles from afar,
And sing the Triumphs and enjoy the War.
This now, but soon the quivering Spear they'l weild,
And lead the shouting Squadrons to the Field.
414
Defend that Queen beneath whose Eye they sprung.
So spreading Oaks from lovely Windsor born,
Shall shelter Britain which they now adorn:
With swelling Sails o'er distant Seas they'l go,
And guard that Goddess by whose Care they grow.
To the QUEEN going to Bed.
Spoke by Mr. Pultney.
Madam, once more, th'obsequious Muse,
With Zeal and just Ambition fir'd,
Her grateful Homage here renews,
In Numbers by your self inspir'd:
And late her willing Duty shews,
To guard You to Your safe Repose.
With Zeal and just Ambition fir'd,
Her grateful Homage here renews,
In Numbers by your self inspir'd:
And late her willing Duty shews,
To guard You to Your safe Repose.
Within this silent humble Cell,
Secure the Gifts of Sleep receive;
No Factions here, or Discords dwell,
To break that Rest the Muses give.
Here daily Cares help to encrease,
Not interrupt, our mighty Ease.
Secure the Gifts of Sleep receive;
No Factions here, or Discords dwell,
To break that Rest the Muses give.
Here daily Cares help to encrease,
Not interrupt, our mighty Ease.
These Walls more happy now, possest
Of the most fair and shining Court,
Not in the Muses, but their Guest,
Theirs, and the Muses, chief Support.
So Delphos was the bless'd Abode
Of Phebus Priests, and of the God.
Of the most fair and shining Court,
Not in the Muses, but their Guest,
Theirs, and the Muses, chief Support.
So Delphos was the bless'd Abode
Of Phebus Priests, and of the God.
May Heaven its sacred Charge defend:
May every Grace, and every Muse,
Round You with watchful Care attend,
And Balms of gentle Sleep infuse,
Such as the Virtuous only know;
Kind, as the Blessings You bestow.
May every Grace, and every Muse,
Round You with watchful Care attend,
415
Such as the Virtuous only know;
Kind, as the Blessings You bestow.
| Poems on Affairs of State | |