ODES

OF THE FIRST, SECOND, AND THIRD CLASS.

FIRST CLASS.

Page

xxxvIII. T. Pleasure

Page

I

XLV. To Solitude. By Joseph

XXXIX. To Poverty. By the

Warton, D.D.

27

Rev. Thomas Penrose

3 XLVI. To Solitude. By James

XL. TO Sculpture. By James

Grainger, M. D.

29

Scott, D. D.

8

XLVII. To Superstition. Ву

XLI. TO Silence. By the Rev.

Joseph Warton, D. D. 39

Thomas Cole

12 XLVII, To Taste. By Mr. H. 41

XLII. To Sleep. By T. Smol-

XLIX. To Wisdom. By Mrs.

let, M.D.

16

Carter

50

XLIII. To Sleep. By Mr. H. 17

L. Contrast to the Foregoing

XLIV. On sleep. By James

Ode To Wisdom

54

Scott, D. D.

22

SECOND CLASS.

1. To Mankind. By the late

Earl Nugent

61

il. On True Greatness. By the

Rev. Mr. Hudson

68

III. To The Atheist. By R.

Shepherd, D. D.

71

IV. The Enthusiast. By Wil-

liam Whitehead, Esq. 74

V. The man of Sorrow. By Mr.

Greville

79

VI. The Man of Pleasure, By

the same

82

VII. Retirement. By James

Beattie, LL.D.

85

VIII. The Hermit's Vision. By

the Rev. Thomas Penrose 89

IX. Against Despair. By Jo-

seph Warton, D, D.

94

X. Against ill-Nature. Ву

Christopher Smart, M. A. 97

XI. The Vanity of Wealth. By

Samuel Johnson, LL.D. 100

XII. The Happiness of a Mode-

rate Fortune, and Moderate

Desires, By J. Langhorne 102

XIII. The Fire-Side. By

Cotton, M. D.

106

XIV. On Marriage

110

THIRD CLASS.

I. The Twilight of the Gods.

V. The Carousal of Odin. By

By Thomas John Mathias 121

the Rev. Thomas Penrose 138

II. The Renovation

of the

VI. The Battle of Argoed Llwy-

World, and Future Retribu.

fain. By W. Whitehead 141

tion. By the same

126 VII. The Grave of King Arthur

III. Dialogue at the tomb of Ar-

By T. Warton, B. D. 144

gantyr. By the same 130 VIII. The Crusade. By the same ist

IV. An Incantation Founded on

IX. Duncan's Warning. By

the Northern Mythology. By

J. Aikin, M. D.

155

the same.

136

Notes

159

ODES.

CLASS THE FIRST

CONTINUED.

ODE XXXVIII.

TO PLEASURE.

Sister of Youth and laughing Joy,

Sweet Pleasure, sorrow-soothing queen, Daughter of Venus, ever-young,

And Bacchus wreath'd with ivy green; Whom on their laps the rosy-bosom'd Hours, And all the Graces nurst beneath Idalian bowers.

O lead me to thy blissful vale !

Where Hope and Health in sprightly round, Leisure, with Freedom hand in hand,

In dance fantastic beat the ground; Where'er they tread the fairest Aowers arise, Embroidering all the green with ever-varying dies.

Let the stern pedant love to waste

In studious search the tedious night, Attentive to the learned page,

By musing taper's glimmering light,

В

Whose pensive ear no wakeful sounds alarm,
Save the lone owl, slow clock, or bellman's drowsy

charm.

Me let the cheerful dance engage,

Swift urg'd along the lighted dome; While with new warmth the virgin glows,

Her cheek all flush'd with fresher bloom : Motion and music tenderest thoughts inspire, And all her yielding soul relents to soft desire.

Let the sage Hermit shun mankind,

With pale-eyed Penitence to dwell, To freeze at midnight hours of prayer

Within a solitary cell; Penurious on the verdant herb to sup, And of the chilling stream to drain his beechen cup.

Be mine, amidst the social band,

The raptures of champaign to taste, Whose vigorous juice new relish gives

To mutual converse, Reason's feast; While old Anacreon seems to rise, and say, « Begone, ye toils of lite, ye busy cares, away!"