Two poems: viz. I. On the deluge, paradise, the burning of the world, and of the new heavens and new earth. An ode to. Dr. Burnett. II. In praise of physic and poetry. An ode to Dr. Hannes. Written by Mr. Addison. Addison, Joseph, 1672-1719. 22 600dpi bitonal TIFF page images and SGML/XML encoded text University of Michigan Library Ann Arbor, Michigan 2007 October 004846762 T75001 CW113730663 K063010.000 CW3313730663 ECLL 0652800200

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 Two poems: viz. I. On the deluge, paradise, the burning of the world, and of the new heavens and new earth. An ode to. Dr. Burnett. II. In praise of physic and poetry. An ode to Dr. Hannes. Written by Mr. Addison. Addison, Joseph, 1672-1719. 24p. : ill ; 8⁰. printed for E. Curll, London : 1718. Latin texts, followed by English translations, by Thomas Newcomb. Reproduction of original from the British Library. Foxon, N275 English Short Title Catalog, ESTCT75001. Electronic data. Farmington Hills, Mich. : Thomson Gale, 2003. Page image (PNG). Digitized image of the microfilm version produced in Woodbridge, CT by Research Publications, 1982-2002 (later known as Primary Source Microfilm, an imprint of the Gale Group).

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La Vergne inv. E Kirkall sculp.

TWO POEMS VIZ.

I. On the DELUGE, PARADISE, The Burning of the WORLD, and of the New HEAVENS and New EARTH. An Ode to Dr. Burnett.

II. In Praiſe of PHYSIC and POETRY. An Ode to Dr. Hannes.

Written by Mr. ADDISON.

LONDON: Printed for E. CURLL in Fleet-ſtreet. 1718. Price Six Pence.

Univ. Coll. Oxon. April 13. 1718. Mr. CURLL,

YOUR Deſign of obliging the Public with a correct Edition of all Mr. ADDISON'S Latin Poems, and Tranſlaions of them, meets here with a geneal Approbation.

According to my Promiſe I have ſent you the TWO ODES: You promis'd to conceal my Name, which I nſiſt on. I will be anſwerable to the World for the Juſtneſs of the Tranlation, and hitting the AUTHOR'S Mind; omitting, I think, no Emphaical Beauty or Turn Mr. ADDISON has expreſs'd in the Original. Next Week you ſhall have (what I can't help calling Mr. ADDISON'S Maſter-Piece) his POEM on the Peace of Reſwick; upon the Publication of which, the Engliſh Reader will ſee what Havock has been made of this Performance, by all the modern Poets who have wrote upon that Subject; and whatever Beauties have been admir'd in their Works, are owing to this excellent Original. The Battle of the Pygmies and Cranes, The Puppet-ſhow, The Bowling-green, and The Barometer, you ſhall have with all convenient Speed.

Yours, &c.
Ad Inſigniſſimum Virum D. THO. BURNETTUM, Sacrae Theoriae Telluris Autorem. NON uſitatum carminis alitem, BURNETTE, poſcis, non humiles modos: Vulgare plectrum, languidaeque Reſpuis officium camoenae. Tu mixta rerum ſemina conſcius, Molémque cernis diſſociabilem, Terrámque concretam, & latentem Oceanum gremio capaci: Dum veritatem quaerere pertinax Ignota pandis, ſollicitus parùm Utcunque ſtet commune vulgi Arbitrium & popularis error. Auditur ingens continuò fragor, Illapſa tellus lubrica deſerit Fundamina, & compage fractâ Suppoſitas gravis urget undas. Impulſus erumpit medius liquor, Terras aquarum effuſa licentia Claudit viciſſim; has inter orbis Reliquiae fluitant prioris. Nunc & recluſo carcere lucidam Balaena ſpectat ſolis imaginem, Stelláſque miratur natantes, Et tremulae ſimulacra lunae▪ Quae pompa vocum non imitabilis! Qualis caleſcit ſpiritus ingenî! Ut tollis undas! ut frementem Diluvii reprimis tumultum! Quis tam valenti pectore ferreus Ut non tremiſcens & timido pede Incedat, orbis dum doloſi Detegis inſtabiles ruinas? Quin haec cadentûm fragmina montium Natura vultum ſumere ſimplicem Coget refingens, in priorem Mox iterum reditura formam. Nimbis rubentem ſulphureis Jovem Cernas; ut udis ſaevit atrox Hyems Incendiis, commune mundo Et populis meditata Buſtum! Nudus liquentes plorat Athos nives, Et mox liqueſcens ipſe adamantinum Fundit cacumen, dum per imas Saxa fluunt reſoluta valles. Jamque alta coeli moenia corruunt, Et veſtra tandem pagina (proh nefas!) BURNETTE, veſtra augebit ignes, Heu ſocio peritura mundo. Mox aequa tellus, mox ſubitus viror Ubique rident: En teretem Globum! En laeta vernantis Favonî Flamina, perpetuóſque flores! O pectus ingens! O animum gravem, Mundi capacem! ſi bonus auguror, Te, noſtra quo tellus ſuperbit, Accipiet renovata civem. Jo. Addiſon, è Coll. Magd. Oxon. 1699
AN ODE To the Learned Dr. Thomas Burnett, AUTHOR of The Theory of the EARTH. I. NO common Height the Muſe muſt ſoar, That wou'd thy Fame in Numberstry; Nor dare in humble Verſe adore, But riſe with Thee above the Sky: You ask a bold and lofty ſtrain, And what we meanly ſing, diſdain. II. You Nature's early Birth explore, Her diſunited Frame diſcloſe, From what mix'd Cauſe, and jarring Power, The Infant Earth to Being roſe: How, in her Circling Boſom ſleep Th' impriſon'd Seas, and Bounded Deep. III. Reſolv'd great hidden Truths to trace, Each Learned Fable you deſpiſe; And, pleas'd, enjoy the fam'd diſgrace, To think, and reaſon, ſingly wiſe: Each Tale reject by Time allow'd, And nobly leave the erring Crowd. IV. Hark▪ from her weak Foundations tore, The burſting Earth aſunder flies, And, prop'd by yielding Seas no more, The dreadful Crack alarms the Skies: Whoſe Arches rent, their Weight forego, And plunge in opening Gulphs below. V. Now ruſhing from their watry Bed, The driving Waves diſdain a ſhore; And with reſiſtleſs Force o'erſpread That Orb, which check'd their Rage before: While ſcattered o'er the foamy Tide, All Nature's floating Ruins ride. VI. New Heavens diſclos'd, the Silver Train The SUN beneath their Waves admire; And gliding thro' th' enlight'ned Main, Gaze at each STAR'S diminiſh'd Fire. Well pleas'd, the MOON'S bright Orb ſurvey, Trembling along their Azure Way. VII. How ſtrong each Line, each Thought how great With what an Energy you riſe! How ſhines each Fancy? with what Heat Does every glowing Page ſurprize? While ſpouting Oceans upward flow, Or ſink again to Caves below. VIII. As Nature's Doom you thus impart, The moving Scene we ſcarce endure; But, ſhrinking, ask our anxious Heart, If on our Earth we tread ſecure? Whoſe Fate unmov'd, as you perſue, We ſtart and tremble but to view. IX. Yet theſe Remains, we now behold, Which Tow'ring once in Hills aroſe; Shall from a New and fairer Mould A New and fairer Earth compoſe: Which to her Fate ſhall Owe her Bloom, And riſe more lovely from her Tomb. X. Yet ſee This beauteous Fabrick end, This Second Pride of Fate expire; While guſhing from the Clouds deſcend The Burning Storm, the Liquid Fire; Where Worlds and Men conſuming lie, And in One bright Confuſion Die. XI. Their naked Tops the Hills admire, No longer white with fleecy Dew; And as they moan the ſpreading Fire, Add to the Flames diſſolving too: While Rocks from melting Mountains flow, And roll in Streams thro' Vales below. XII. And now the Kindling Orbs on high All Nature's mournful End proclaim; When thy great WORK, (Alas!) muſt die, And feed the rich victorious Flame: Give Vigour to the waſting Fire, And with the World TOO SOON expire. XIII. Once more her Bloom the Earth renews, Smooth'd into Green, eternal Vales; Her Glebe ſtill moiſt with fragrant Dews, Her Air ſtill rich with balmy Gales: No Change her Flowry Seaſons breed, But Springs retire, and Springs ſucceed. XIV. Oh ſay, Thou Great, Thou Sacred Name, What Scenes Thy thoughtful Breaſt employ, Capacious as that mighty Frame You raiſe with Eaſe, with Eaſe deſtroy? Each World ſhall boaſt thy Fame; and YOU, Who charm'd the OLD, ſhall grace the NEW.
AD D. D. HANNES, INSIGNISSIMUM MEDICUM & POETAM. O QUI canoro blandiùs Orpheo Vocale ducis carmen, & exitu Feliciore luctuoſis Saepe animam revocas ab umbris, Jam ſeu ſolutos in numerum pedes Cogis, vel aegrum & vix animae tenax Corpus tueris, ſeu cadaver Luminibus penetras acutis; Opus relinquens eripe te morae, Frontémque curis ſolicitam explica, Scyphúmque jucundus require Purpureo gravidum Lyaeo. Nunc plena magni pocula poſtules Memor WILHELMI, nunc moveat ſitim Miniſter ingens, Imperîque Praeſidium haud leve, MONTACUTUS. Omitte tandem triſte negotium Gravéſque curas, heu nimium pius! Nec caeteros cautus mederi Ipſe tuam minuas ſalutem. Fruſtra cruorem pulſibus incitis Ebullientem pollice comprimis, Attentus explorare venam Quae febris exagitet tumentem: Fruſtra liquores quot Chymica expedit Fornax, & error ſanguinis, & vigor Innatus herbis te fatigant: Seriùs aut citiùs ſepulchro Debemur omnes, vitáque deſeret Expulſa morbis corpus inhoſpitum, Lentúmque deflebunt nepotes (Relliquias Animae) cadaver. Manes videbis Tu quoque fabulas, Quos pauciores fecerit Ars tua; Suúmque victorem viciſſim Subjiciet Libitina victrix. Decurrit illi vita beatior Quicunque Lucem non nimis anxius Reddit moleſtam, urgétve curas Sponte ſuâ ſatis ingruentes; Et quem dierum lene fluentium Delectat ordo, vitáque mutuis Felix amicis, gaudiíſque Innocuis benè temperata. Jo. Addiſon, è Coll. Magd. Oxon. 1699.
AN ODE TO Dr. HANNES, An Eminent PHYSICIAN and POET. I. WHILE flying o'er the Golden Strings, You gently wake the tuneful Lyre; Or tender, as when ORPHEUS ſings, With ſofter Sounds the Harp inſpire: Sad fleeting Ghoſts with Art conſtrain Back to a kinder Life again. II. Whether, in graceful Lays you ſhine, And Verſe your eaſy Hours employ; Or give the Soul, her mouldring Shrine Decay'd, a Fairer to enjoy: The Body, cold in Death, explore Thy Skill could only, not reſtore. III. Awhile thy learned Toil decline, Nor anxious more, in ſmiles allow The Circling Glaſs, the Generous Wine, T'unbend, and ſmooth thy chearful Brow: Nor longer to thy ſelf ſevere, In the rich Draught forget thy care. IV. Now with thy Monarch's Glory fir'd, Let Great NASSAU thy Thirſt inflame; Or by his MOUNTAGUE The late Earl of Halifax. inſpir'd, Record the Patriot's faithful Name: By whoſe wiſe Arts, and watchful Pains, HE Rules in Peace, in Safety Reigns! V. At length thy mournful Task forbear, From ſad'ning Thoughts ſome reſpite find; And while we bleſs thy pious Care, Be to thy ſelf, in pity, kind: Inſpir'd with your own Bleſſings, live; Nor want Your ſelf that Bloom you give. VI. In vain the Blood's tumultuous Tide, And circling Stream your Hand reſtrains; Taught o'er the Pulſes to preſide, And well explore the bubbling Veins: That with the Fever's ſwelling Heat Glow more inflam'd, more fiercely beat. VII. In vain you try each Chymic Power, Trace to its Spring the Sanguine Wave; And kindly ſearch each healing Flower For Helps to guard us from the Grave: In endleſs Bloom to bid us live, Which THOU, nor THEY (Alas) can give. VIII. One certain Fate by Heaven decreed, In ſpite of Thee we all muſt try; When from her burſting Priſon freed, The mounting Soul ſhall claim the Sky: Our Sons muſt once lament our Doom, And ſhed their Sorrows round our Tomb. IX. Thou too ſhalt with pale Horror ſee The Fabled Ghoſts which glare below, Which to the Shades, reſtrain'd by Thee, In thinner Shoals, deſcending, flow: And Death, whoſe Power you now defy, Shall boaſt, her Conqueror can Die. X. His Life alone is greatly bleſt, Whom no intruding Griefs annoy; Who ſmiles each happy Day, poſſeſt Of chearful Eaſe, and harmleſs Joy: Nor ſadly ſoothing his own Cares, Augments himſelf the Weight he bears. XI. Pleas'd, with a few ſelected Friends, He views each ſmiling Evening cloſe; While each ſucceeding Morn aſcends, Charg'd with Delights, unmark'd with Woes: In Pleaſures innocently gay, Wears the Remains of Life away.