Natura Naturata. By the fame Hand. On Mr. Abraham Cowley, his Death and Burial amongst the Ancient Poets. An Occafional Imitation of a Modern" Author upon the Game of Chefs: (Sir W. Davenant's Gondibert.) By the A Song by Robert Wolfeley, Efq; Veni Creator Spiritus, Tranflated in Pa- Boldness in Love. By Tho. Carew, Efq; Jame Hand. The firft Book of Homer's Iliads. Tranf Lated from the Greek by Mr. Mayn- A Defcription of the Enchanted Palace and Garden of Armida, whither two Knights from the Chriftian Camp were come in Search of Rinaldo. English'd To the Author of the Pafloral printed P. 174. Delia. A Paftoral Eclogue; lamenting 1 A LETTER from ITALY, To the Right Honourable CHARLES Lord HALLIFAX. In the Year MDCC I. Salve magna parens frugum Saturnia tellus, Virg. Geo. 2. By Mr. JOSEPH ADDISON. HILE you, my Lord, the rural Shades admire, W And from Britannia's publick Pofts retire; Nor longer, her ungrateful Sons to please, For their Advantage facrifice your Me into Foreign Realms my Fate conveys, For here the Muse so oft her Harp has ftrung, Through the long windings of a fruitful Shore, O'er the warm Bed of smoaking Sulphur glide. The King of Floods! that rolling o'er the Plains (Dumb are their Fountains and their Channels dry) Yet run for ever by the Mufes skill, 1 And in the smooth Description murmur ftill. Oh cou'd the Mufe my ravisht Breast inspire With Warmth like yours, and raise an equal Fire, Unnumber'd Beauties in my Verse shou'd shine, And Virgil's Italy fhou'd yield to mine! See how the Golden Groves around me fmile, That fhun the Coast of Britain's stormy Ifle; Or when tranfplanted and preferv'd with Care, Curfe the Cold Clime, and starve in Northern Air. Here kindly Warmth their mounting Juice ferments To nobler Tastes, and more exalted Scents. Ev❜n the rough Rocks with tender Myrtle bloom, And trodden Weeds fend out a rich Perfume. Bear me fome God to Baja's gentle Seats, Or cover me in Umbria's Green Retreats; Where Western Gales eternally refide, And all the Seasons layish all their Pride, Bloffoms, and Fruits, and Flowers together rife, And the whole Year in gay Confusion lies. Immortal Glories in my Mind revive, And in my Soul a thousand Paffions strive, When Rome's exalted Beauties I descry Magnificent in Piles of Ruin lye: An Amphitheater's amazing height Here fills my Eye with Terror and Delight, That on its publick Shows unpeopled Rome, And held uncrowded Nations in its Womb. Here Pillars rough with Sculpture pierce the Skies, And here the proud Triumphal Arches rife, Where the old Romans deathless A&ts display'd, Their base degenerate Progeny upbraid. Whole Rivers heré forfake the Fields below, And wondring at their height through airy Channels flow. Still to new Scenes my wandring Mufe retires, And the dumb fhow of breathing Rocks admires; Where the fmooth Chiffel all its Force has shown, And foften'd into Flesh the rugged Stone. |