1 ODE for the KING'S BIRTH-DAY, June 4, 1776; written by William Whitehead, Efq; Poet Laureat. YE E western gales, whofe genial breath You foothe the fultry heats of noon, And dry the morning's tears. This is your feafon, lovely gales, Why, therefore, in yon dubious sky, "Sits expectation in the air"- Can Britain fail?-The thought were vain! While yet, ye winds, your breezy balm Your genuine powers exert ; Propitious gales, O wing your way! Whence temper'd freedom springs, Bring peace upon your wings! ARISTOTLE's ARISTOTLE's HYMN to VIRTUE, in MEMORY of HERMIAS. Tranflated from the Greek. By Dr. BURNEY. IRTUE! thou fource of pure delight, For thee the fons of Greece have run Whene'er thy facred feeds take root, For thee the twins of mighty Jove, Hermias, the darling of mankind, As long as Love's bright altars blaze, AMERICA. Addreffed to the Rev. Dean TuCKER. Said to be written by SOA ME JENYNS, Esq. C ROWN'D be the man with lafting praise, Who first contriv'd the pin To loofe mad horses from the chaise, And fave the necks within. Picture of the domeftic Life and Manners of the Antient Knights; being the Opening of a most ingenious elegant Poem, entitled, SIR ELDRED of the BowER, a Legendary Tale, by Mifs HANNAH MOORE. Tho' kind and gentle as the dove, Yet if diftruft his thoughts engage, His bofom wild and boundless rage Not Thule's waves fo wildly break As when in fummer's sweetest day, Sudden the lightning's blaft defcends, At once the various ruin blends, But when to clear his stormy breaft, O then what anguish he betray'd! The meek-ey'd dawn, in faffron robe, The birds their amorous notes repeat, Their feather'd partners fondly greet When pious ELDRED walk'd abroad And hail the univerfal Lord That |