Poems on Various Subjects with some Essays in Prose, Letters to Correspondents, &c. and A Treatise on Health. By Samuel Bowden |
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To the Right Honourable the EARL of ORRERY, (Now Earl of CORKE)
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To the Right Honourable the EARL of ORRERY, (Now Earl of CORKE)
On his Marriage with Miss HAMILTON, In IRELAND, AND Their Arrival at MARSTON-HOUSE.
Junxit honestus Hymen tædis illustribus ambos.
While Crowds, my Lord! with triumphs hail the day,
Permit the Muse to join her grateful lay:
Tho' low her notes, and unobserv'd her song,
Lost in the louder murmurs of the throng,
Yet true her raptures, and her duty paid,
Tho' sung to rocks, and utter'd in the shade.
Yet shall the vocal rocks resound the lays,
And vocal groves the nuptial chorus raise.
Ye powers of love, assists the Muse's flights,
Sacred to you belong connubial rights:
Love's generous passion, and th' harmonious Nine,
Blended, unite in sympathy divine.
As nature's self, immortal is the tie,
They spring together, and together die.
Permit the Muse to join her grateful lay:
Tho' low her notes, and unobserv'd her song,
Lost in the louder murmurs of the throng,
Yet true her raptures, and her duty paid,
Tho' sung to rocks, and utter'd in the shade.
Yet shall the vocal rocks resound the lays,
And vocal groves the nuptial chorus raise.
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Sacred to you belong connubial rights:
Love's generous passion, and th' harmonious Nine,
Blended, unite in sympathy divine.
As nature's self, immortal is the tie,
They spring together, and together die.
Thus you, my Lord! who long have sat sublime,
The Muse's guest, on Pindus' flowery clime,
Whose brow poetic wreaths have long embrac'd,
Are now, with blooming, nuptial garlands grac'd.
No flame impure, with wild, despotic sway,
Kindl'd your bosom with unhallow'd ray;
No spoils fantastic from the Paphian grove,
But chaste, and fadeless greens of virtuous love.
Unbridled passions, like a blaze of fire,
Soon vent their fury, and in smoak expire;
But calm, and constant, as a vestal light,
Love fixt on friendship, burns forever bright.
The Muse's guest, on Pindus' flowery clime,
Whose brow poetic wreaths have long embrac'd,
Are now, with blooming, nuptial garlands grac'd.
No flame impure, with wild, despotic sway,
Kindl'd your bosom with unhallow'd ray;
No spoils fantastic from the Paphian grove,
But chaste, and fadeless greens of virtuous love.
Unbridled passions, like a blaze of fire,
Soon vent their fury, and in smoak expire;
But calm, and constant, as a vestal light,
Love fixt on friendship, burns forever bright.
Say what strange sympathy in kindred souls,
(Strong as the fam'd attraction of the poles,)
Governs the lover with magnetic force,
Inspires the passion, and directs its course;
Thro' life's dim curtain sheds the guiding ray,
Which to the destin'd union points the way.
She must be all that fancy can require,
To reign sole object of a Boyle's desire;
(Strong as the fam'd attraction of the poles,)
Governs the lover with magnetic force,
Inspires the passion, and directs its course;
Thro' life's dim curtain sheds the guiding ray,
Which to the destin'd union points the way.
She must be all that fancy can require,
To reign sole object of a Boyle's desire;
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See from Hibernia's shore, th' illustrious pair
Sail—while the seas are conscious of their care.
See round the ship cerulean Tritons play,
And tutelary Nereids smooth the way:
While Amphitrite keeps her coral court,
And on the surface bounding Dolphins sport:
The Muses pleas'd, convoy their charge along,
With hovering wings, and hymenæal song.
With you, my Lord! th' harmonious choir withdrew,
And still from clime to clime your steps pursue.
While some with proud retinue sweep the plain,
Pierrian guardians mingle in your train:
Still the divine companions of your flight,
As o'er old Israel shone the travelling light.
Sail—while the seas are conscious of their care.
See round the ship cerulean Tritons play,
And tutelary Nereids smooth the way:
While Amphitrite keeps her coral court,
And on the surface bounding Dolphins sport:
The Muses pleas'd, convoy their charge along,
With hovering wings, and hymenæal song.
With you, my Lord! th' harmonious choir withdrew,
And still from clime to clime your steps pursue.
While some with proud retinue sweep the plain,
Pierrian guardians mingle in your train:
Still the divine companions of your flight,
As o'er old Israel shone the travelling light.
Welcome, blest pair! to your triumphant seat,
Which silent long had mourn'd her Lord's retreat;
Whose lonely walks in deeper shadows clad,
And towers forlorn, lookt desolate, and sad.
Long had immortal tomes unnotic'd slept,
And dewy walls in tears your absence wept;
Long had the tuneful swains their lyres forgot,
And pensive Pan long slumber'd in his grot.
Oft' wou'd the humble Muse in vain essay
A laxy flight, and unpropitious lay;
If no Mecænas props her feeble wing,
What Muse can rise, what Bard attempt to sing?
Which silent long had mourn'd her Lord's retreat;
Whose lonely walks in deeper shadows clad,
And towers forlorn, lookt desolate, and sad.
Long had immortal tomes unnotic'd slept,
And dewy walls in tears your absence wept;
Long had the tuneful swains their lyres forgot,
And pensive Pan long slumber'd in his grot.
Oft' wou'd the humble Muse in vain essay
A laxy flight, and unpropitious lay;
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What Muse can rise, what Bard attempt to sing?
But now each scene a cheerful face assumes,
The fields look gay around, the garden blooms;
Again the sickening flowers begin to rise,
And spread new fragrance in autumnal skies:
New charms appear, new beautys deck the ground,
And sudden paradise smiles all around.
The fields look gay around, the garden blooms;
Again the sickening flowers begin to rise,
And spread new fragrance in autumnal skies:
New charms appear, new beautys deck the ground,
And sudden paradise smiles all around.
Long may you live, to grace the happy seat,
And every pleasure bless the sweet retreat;
'Till other Boyles—if right the Muse presage,
Transmit the blessing to the latest age.
And every pleasure bless the sweet retreat;
'Till other Boyles—if right the Muse presage,
Transmit the blessing to the latest age.
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