. An essay upon literature: or, An enquiry into the antiquity and original of letters; proving that the two tables, written by the finger of God in Mount Sinai, was the first writing in the world, and that all other alphabets derive from the Hebrew ; with a short view of the methods made use of by the antients to supply the want of letters before, and improve the use of them, after they were known . Methinks, I fee her in the midnight Cell;Methinks, I hear her whifper from the Woods,And Lo! flie beckons from the filver Floods :Fird at the gentle Signal, Ill retreatFar from the Follies of the W
. An essay upon literature: or, An enquiry into the antiquity and original of letters; proving that the two tables, written by the finger of God in Mount Sinai, was the first writing in the world, and that all other alphabets derive from the Hebrew ; with a short view of the methods made use of by the antients to supply the want of letters before, and improve the use of them, after they were known . Methinks, I fee her in the midnight Cell;Methinks, I hear her whifper from the Woods,And Lo! flie beckons from the filver Floods :Fird at the gentle Signal, Ill retreatFar from the Follies of the Wretched Great,Where no rude Paffions fliall my Bofbm move,Save thofe dear, beft of Paffions, Poetry and Love. Hail! happy Grove! hail! venerable Wood !Thou, that canft teach us to be Wife and Good!Ye Sceptred Slaves! and gilded Cares! Farewel!Here, ye Good Gods! for ever let me I may view, as from fome Mountains Brow,The Golden Misries of the World below : S 2 Where i4o POEMS ON Where from on high I may behold fecure The loud Sea-Wave, that ftrikes the rocky Shore,j> And hear, unmovd, the far-off Temped roar. ). THE SEVERAL OCCASIONS. i4r ^QQ02QQGQ9GQQ0QQ5Q9;a0QQQQQ3 ^ A - A A < A; A A & A A &~ A A 4£ 4fe *f°*-xfcL _«^l .W. -c&_ jc^l jc*5l j^sl .f& .«*». ilk. j^l «ld- jffiL i«£ THE DREAM. THE Sun was fet; and now th expedted BreezeSighd in low murmurs thro the waving Trees:Deep in the filent Grove I chancd to ftray,And in delightful Mazes loft my Way;Sweet through the Copfe the Sylvan Syrens fung,And all the liftning Vales with Ecchoes rung;The Turtle fat, embofbmd in the Grove,And fbrrowfully cood his abfent with rambling down my felf I laid,And ftretchd my weary Limbs beneath the Shade;Faft by, the Murmurs of a rowling StreamMy Eyelids closd, and gave this pleafing Dream: When 14* P O E M S O N When Lo ! great Miltons Shade flood at my Head,To whom I rifing bowd, methought, and fad : Say, mighty Poet! fay, what grand Affair ?What Caufe h
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