EPISTLES.
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TO
LORD CARTERET,
departing from Dublin.
1726.
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EHOLD, Britannia, waves her flag on high, And calls forth breezes from the western ský,
And beckons to her son, and smooths the tide,
That does Hibernia from her clifts divide. 4
Go, Carteret, go; and, with thee, go along
The nation's blessing, and the poet's song,
Loud acclamations, with melodious lays,
The kindest wishes, and sincerest praise. 8
The nation's blessing, and the poet's song,
Loud acclamations, with melodious lays,
The kindest wishes, and sincerest praise. 8
Go, Carteret, go; and bear my joys away!
So speaks the muse, that fain would bid thee stay:
So spoke the virgin to the youth unkind,
Who gave his vows, and canvass, to the wind, 12
And promis'd to return; but never more
Did he return to the Threïcian shore.
So speaks the muse, that fain would bid thee stay:
So spoke the virgin to the youth unkind,
Who gave his vows, and canvass, to the wind, 12
And promis'd to return; but never more
Did he return to the Threïcian shore.
Go,
