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The land, if not restrain’d, had met your way,
Projected out a neck, and jutted to the sea.
Hibernia, prostrate at your feet, ador'd
In

you, the pledge of her expected lord ;
Due to her ille; a venerable naine ;
His father and his grandfire known to fame ;
Aw'd by that house, accustom'd to command,
The sturdy Kerns in due subjection stand ;
Nor bear the reins in any foreign hand.
At your approach, they crouded to the port;
And, scarcely landed, you create a court :
As Ormond's harbinger, to you they run ;
For Venus is the promise of the sun.
The waste of civil wars, their towns destroy'd,
Pales unhonour'd, Ceres unemploy'd,
Were all forgot; and one triumphant day
Wip'd all the tears of three campaigns away.
Blood, rapines, massacres, were cheaply bought,
So mighty recompence your beauty brought.
As when the dove returning bore the mark
Of earth restor’d to the long labouring ark,
The relicks of mankind, secure of rest,
Ope'd every window to receive the guest,
And the fair bearer of the message bless’d;
So, when you came, with loud repeated cries,
The nation took an omen from your eyes,
And God advanc'd his rainbow in the skies,
To sign inviolable peace restor’d;
The faints with solemn shouts proclaim'd the new accord,

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When at your second coming you appear,
(For I foretel that millenary year)
The sharpen'd fare shall vex the soil no more,
But earth unbidden shall produce her store ;
Tne land Mall laugh, the circling ocean smile,
And heaven's indulgence bless the holy ille.
Heaven from all ages has reserv’d for you
That happy clime, which venom never knew;
Or if it had been there, your eyes alone

to chase all poison, but their own.
Now in this interval, which fate has cast
Betwixt your future glories and your past,
This pause of power, 'tis Ireland's hour to mourn ;
While England celebrates your safe return,
By which you seem the seasons to command,
And bring our summers back to their forsaken land.

The vanquíth'd isle our leisure must attend,
Till the fair blessing we vouchsafe to send;
Nor can we spare you long, though often we may lend.
The dove was twice employ'd abroad, before
The world was dry'd, and Me return’d no more.

Nor dare we trust so soft a messenger,
New froin her sickness, to that northern air;
Rest here a while your lustré to restore,
That they may see you, as you shone before ;
For yet, th' eclipse not wholly past, you wade
Through some remains, and dimness of a shade.

A subject in his prince may claim a right,
Nor suffer him with strength impair'd to fight;

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Till force returns, his ardor we restrain,
And curb his warlike wish to cross the main.

Now past the danger, let the learn'd begin
Th’inquiry, where disease could enter in ;
How those malignant atoms forc'd their way,
What in the faultless frame they found to make their

prey ? Where

every element was weigh'd lo well,
That heaven alone, who mix'd the mass, could tell
Which of the four ingredients could rebel;
And where, imprison'd in fo sweet a cage,
A foul might well be pleas’d to pass an age.

And yet the fine materials made it weak :
Porcelain, by being pure, is apt to break :
Ev’n to your breast the sickness durit aspire;
And, forc'd from that fair temple to retire,
Profanely set the holy place on fire.
In vain your lord like young Vespasian mourn'd,
When the fierce flames the fanctuary burn'd:
And I prepar’d to pay in verses rude
A most detested act of gratitude :
Ev’n this had been your elegy, which now
Is offer'd for your health, the table of

my vow.
Your angel sure our Morley's mind inspir's,
To find the remedy your ill requird ;
As once the Macedon, by Jove's decree,
Was taught to dream an berb for Ptolomce :
Or heaven, which had such over-cost bestow'd,
As scarce it could afford to fteth and blood,
So lik'd the frame, he would not work anew,
To save the charges of another you.

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Or by his middle science did he steer,
And saw some great contingent good appear
Well worth a miracle to keep you here :
And for that end, preferv'd the precious mould,
Which all the future Ormonds was to hold;
And meditated in his better mind
An heir from you, which may redeem the failing kind,
Biert be the

power

which has at once restor'd
The hopes of lost succession to your lord,
Joy to the first and last of each degree,
Virtue to courts, and, what I long'd to see,
To
you

the Graces, and the Muse to me.
O claughter of the rose, whose cheeks unite
The differing titles of the red and white ;
Who heaven's alternate beauty well display,
The blush of morning and the milky way;
Whose face is paradise, but fenc'd from fin:
For God in either eye has plac'd a cherubin.

All is your lord's alone; ev'n absent, he
E:nploys the care of chaste Penelope.
For him

you

waste in tears your widow'd hours,
For him your curious needle paints the flowers ;
Such works of old Imperial dames were taught ;
Such, for Ascanius, fair Elifa wrought.
The soft recesses of your hours improve
The three fair pledges of your happy love :
All other parts of pious duty done,
You owe your Ormond nothing but a son i
To fill in future times his father's place,
And wear the garter of his mother's race,

PALA,

PAL A MON AND ARCITE:

OR,

THE KNIGHT'S TALE.

BOOK I.
IN
N days of old, there liv’d, of mighty fame,

A valiant prince, and Theseus was his name :
A chief who more in feats of arms excelld,
The rising nor the setting fun beheld.
Of Athens he was lord ; much land he won,
And added foreign countries to his crown.
In Scythia with the warrior queen he strove,
Whom first by force he conquer'd, then by love;
He brought in triumph back the beauteous dame,
With whom her sister, fair Emnilia, came.
With honour to his home let Theseus ride,
With love to friend, and fortune for his guide,
And his victorious army at his side.
I pass their warlike pomp, their proud array,
Their shouts, their songs, their welcome on the way:
But, were it not too long, I would recite
The feats of Amazons, the fatal fight
Betwixt the hardy queen and hero knight;
The town besieg'd, and how much blood it cost
The female army and th’ Athenian host;
The fpoufals of Hippolita the queen ;
What tilts and turneys at the feast were seen ;

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