Imatges de pÓgina

So pure the vows which claffic duty pays

O Pitt, while honour points thy lib'ral plan, To bless another Brunswick's riding rays! And o'er the Minister exalts the Man,

O Pict, if chosen strains have power to steal ilis congenial greets ahy faithful fway,
Thy watchful breast awhile froin Britain's weal; Nor icorns to bid a statelınan grace her lay.
If youive verle, from sacred Isis sent,

For 'tis not Hers, by falle connections drawn
Might hope to charm thy manly mind, intent At splendid Slavery's sordid shrine to fawn :
On patriot plans, which ancient freedom drew, Sach native effort of the feeling breast
Awhile with fond attention deign to view To friends, to foes, in equal fear, supprest:
This ample wreath, which all th' assembled Nine 'Tis not for her to purchase or pursue
With kill united have conspir'd to twine. The phantom favouis of the cringing crew :

Yes, guide and guardian of thy country's cause! More useful toils her studious hours engage,
Thy conscious heart thall hail with just applaute And fairer lessons fill her sporless page:

Thu duteous Mufe, whose hafte officious brings Beneath ambition, but above disgrace,
Her blameless off'ring to the shrine of kings: With nobler arts the forms the rising race :
Thy tongue, well tutur'd in historic lore, With happier tasks, and less refin'd pretence,
Can speak her office and her use of yore : In elder times, she woo'd Munificence
For fuch the tribute of ingenuous praise To rear her arched roofs in regal guise,
Her harp dispens d in Grecia's golden days; And lift her temples nearer to the skies;
Such were the palms, in illes of old renown, Princes and prelates stretch'd the social hand
She cull’d, to deck the guiltlets monarch's crown; To form, diffuse, and tix, her high command :
When virtuous Pindar told, with Tuscan gore From kings she claim'd, yet scorn'd to seek, the
Liow scepticd liicro ftain'd Sicilia's Thore,

prize ;

Or to mid Theron's raptur'd eye diłclos'd From kings, like George, benignant, just, and
Bright vales, where spirits of the brave repos'd : Lo, this her genuine lore.-Nor thou refuse
Yet ftill beneath the throne, unbrib'd, the fat This humble present of no partial Muse
The decent handmaid, not the Nave, of state ; From that calm Bow's *, which nurs'd thy
Pleas'd in the radiance of the regal name

thoughtful youth
To blend the lustre of her country's fame : In the pure precepis of Athenian truth :
Far, taught like Ours, the dar'd with prudent pride Where Auft the form of British Liberty
Obedience from dependance to divide :

Bcain d in full radiance on thy mufing eye ; Though princes claim'd her tributary lays. That form, whose mien sublime, with equal awe With truth fevere the temper'd partial praise ; In the same shade unblenith'd Somers saw : Conscious the kept her native dignity,

Where once (for well the lov'd the friendly grove Bold as her flights, and as her numbers free. Which ev'ry classic Grace had learn'd to rove)

And sure, if e'er the mute indulg'd her strains, Her whispers wak'd fage Harrington to feiga l'ith just regard to grace heroic reigns, The blettings of her visionary reign; Where could her glance a theme of triumph own. That reign, which now, no more an empty theme, So dear to fame as George's trophy'd throne ? Adorns Philosophy's ideal dream, At whole firm base thy tiedfast foul aspires Bur crowns at last, bencath a George's smile, To wake a mighty nation's ancient fires : To full reality this favour'd ille. Aspires to battle Faction's specions claim, Route England's rage, and give her thunder aim : Cace more the main her conqu’ring banners fiveep. $ 65. On ibe Marriage of the King, MDCCLXI,

to ber Majchty. T. WARTON. drain her Commerce darkens all the deep. Thy tix'd refolve renew's each firm decrce

THEN first the kingdom to thy virtues due That made, that kept of yore, thy country free. Rose from the billowy deep indiftant view; Callid by thy voice, nor deaf to war's alarms, When Albion's ille, old Ocean's peerless pride, Iis willing youth the rural empire arms : Tow'r'd in imperial state above the tide; Again the lords of Albion's cultur'd plains What briglie ideas of the new domain March the firm leaders of their faithful fwains; Formid the fair profpcct of thy promis'd reign! As eift stout archers, from the farm or fold, And well with conscious joy ihy breast might Flam'd in the van of many a baron bolu. That Albion was ordain'd thy regal seat: [bcat

Nor thine the pomp of indolent debate, Lo! this the land, where Freedom's sacred rage The war of words, the fophiftries of state: Has glow'd untam'd thro' many a martial age. Nor frigid caution checks thy free design, Here patriot Alfred, stain'd with Danish blood, Nor ftnps thy stream of eloquence divine : Rear'd on one base the king's, the people's good : For thine the privilege, on few bestow'd,

Here Henry's archers fram'd the ftubborn bow To feel, to think, to speak, for public good. That laid Alanzon's haughty helmet low ; In vain Corruption calls her venal cribes ; Here wak'd the flame, that itill superior braves One common cause one common end prefcribes : The proudest threats of Gaul's ambitious flaves : Nor fear nor fraud or spares or fereens the foc, Here Chivalry, stern school of valour old, But spirit prompts, and valour strikes the blow. Her noblest féats of knightly fame enrolled;

* Trinity College, Oxford ; in which also Lord Somers, and Sir James Harrington, author of the Oceana, were educated.

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Heroic champions caught the clarion's call, And, proud to cull the faireft wreath of Fame, And thro:ig'd tlre feast in Edward's banner'd hall; Crowns her chief hunours with a Charloite's While chiefs, like George, approvd in worth

alone, Unlock'd chafte Beauty's adamantine zone. Lo! the fam'd ille, which hails thy cholen (way,

§ 66. On the Birib of ile Prince of Wales. What fertile fields her remp'rate funs display!

T. WARTOS. Where Property secures the conscious Twain, And guards, while Plenıy gives, the golden grais:

!l'rimen after the 11.11.2"21:03 at 171.dll?, ja ise

Juin 34".
Hence with ripe flores her villages abound,
Her airy downs with scatter d feep resound; I WIPERIAL Dome of Luward wise and

brasc! Frejlı are her pastures with uncearing rills, Where warlike Hunour's bri htest banners And future ravies crown her darkfome hills.

Wave; To bear her forinidable glory far,

At whole proud Tilts,urma:ch'd for bardy deeds, Behold her opulence of boarded war!

Heroic kings have frown'd on harbed feeds: Sce, from her ports a thousand banners stream; Though now no more thy creftcd chiefs advance On ev'ry coast her reageful lightninys gleam! In arnid array, tior grasp the glitt'ring lance; Meantime, remote from Ruin's armid land, Though Knighthood boalls the martial pomp no In peaceful majlity her cities it nd; Whole lendid domes and buty streets declare That grac'd its gorgeous finivals of yore; Their firineit fort, a king's parental care. Say,cenfcicus Dome, ife'er thy marihalld knights

And oh! blest Queen, if e'er the magic pow'rs so nobly deck'd their od majesi ic rites Of warbled truth have won thy muling hours ; ils wien, liigh-thron'd amid thy trphy'd fhrine, Here Poesy, from awful days of yore,

George thone the leader of tie gaster's ine? Has pour d her genuine gifts of raptur'd lore. Yet future triumphs, Wind!or, îill remain; Mid oaken bow'rs, with holy verdure wreath'd, Still may thy bow'rs receive as brave a iraia : In Druid-fongs her folemn firit breath'd : for, in! to Britain and her farour'd Pair While cunning Bards at ancient banquets sung leaven's high command has fent a facred Heir! Of paynim foes defied, and trophies bung. Him the bold patte: n of liis patriot fire Here Spenser run'd his mystic minftrelly, Shail fill wiih early fame's immortal fire: And dress d in fairy robes a Queen like Thee. In lift's fresh firing cre buds the promis d prime, Here, boldly mark'd with ev'ry living hue, His thoughts thall mount to virtue's meed tubline: Nature's unbounded portrait Shakelpeare drew: The patrict fire thall catch, with fure prelage, But chief the dreadful group of human woes

Each lio'ral emen cf his op'ning age; The daring artist's tray c pencil chofe ;

Thea io thy courts fhaillead, with conscious joy, Explor'd the pangs that rend the royal breast, In tripling beauty's bloom, the princely boy ; Thoic wounds that lurk beneath the titlucil vest. These firmly wreathe i he Braid of leavenly dre, Lo! this the land, whence Milton's muso of fire True saiour's bad e, around his tenuer ihiga. High foar'd to steal from heaven a seraph's lyre ; Meantime, thy royal piles that rise elate And told ihe golden rics of wedded love With many an antique row'r, in malty fiate, In sacred Eden's amaranthine grose.

In the young chan pico's nufing mind thall raise Thine too, majestic Bride, the favour'd clime, Vaft images of Albion's eller days; Where Science fits enshrin'd in roofs lublime. While, as arcund his eagerglance explores O mark, how green her wood of ancient bays Thychambers,rough with war sconfirnčied fiores, O'er llis' marge in many a chaplet frays ! Rude hulms, and bruised thicids, barbaric ipulls Thither, if haply. some distinguish'd flow'r Of arcient chivalry's undaunted toils; Of thete mix'd blooms from that ambrosial bow'r Amid the dusky trappinys buag on high, Might catch thy glance, and, rich in Nature's hue, Young Edward's fable mail thail frike his eye; Entwine thy diadum with honour due ;

Shall fire the youth io crown his riper years If seemly gifts the train of Phæbus pay, With rivai Creffus, and a new Poiciers; To deck inperial Hymen's fefiive day; On the fame wall, the fame triumphal base, Thither thşlelf fall hatte, and mildly deign

His own victorious monuments to place. Torread with nymph-like step the conscious plain; Nor can a fairer kindred citie move Pleas'd in the muse's nook, with decent pride, His emulative age to glory's love To throw the sceptred pall of state ande. Than Edward, laurcate prince. In letter'd truth, Nor from the frade shall George be long away, Oxford, faye mother, school'd his studious youth: Which claims Charlotra's love, and courts her ftay. Her fimple inftitutcs and rigid lore

There are Britannia's praiies. Deign to trace The royal nuriling unreluctant bore; With rapt reffection Freedom's fav’rite race ! Nor funn'd, at penfive eve, with lonesome pace, But though the gen'rous isle, in arts and arms, The cloister's moon-lighi-chequer'd floor to trace; Tius stand fupreme in Nature's choicest charmsNoricorn d to mark the fun, at matins dve, Tho George and Conquest guard her fca-girt Stream through the storicd windows holy inve. throne,

And oh, Young Prince, be thine his moral praise; One happier bleffing fill the calls her owns Nor seek ia Eelds of blood his warrior bays.

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War has its charins terrific. F?r and wide Nor haunt the crowd, por tempt the main,
Winitands th' embled hcit in banger'd pride; for fplendid care and guilty gain !
O'er the vext plain when the thrili changurs run, When morning's twili sht-inctur'd beam
A.d the look phalanx tlathes in the fun;

Strikes their low thatch with llanting gleam,
Wien now no dangers of thde toful day They rove alread in ether blue,
Mar the bright scene, nor pitak the finn array; To dip the feythie in fragrant dew;
Full oft ton rafhly grows with fond delight

riie incat to bind, the beech to fell,
The youthful breaft, and alks the future fight; That nodding thades a craggy dell.
Nor knows that Horror's form, a spectre wan, Midit glowny glades, in warbles clear,
Stalks, yet unfcen, along the gleamy van.

Wild nature's liveetest notes they hear:
May no fuch rage be thine ! vo dazzling ray On green untrodden banks they view
Of Ipecious famc toy ftedfatt feet betray! The hyacinth's neglected huc:
Be thine domenic glory's radiant calm,

is thicic lone haunts and woodland rounds,
Be thine the sceptre wreath'd with many a pa!m : They ipy the squirrel's airy bounds;
Be thine the throne with peaciful emblemsung, And starile from her afhen spray,
The filver lyre to inilder conqucft ftrung!

Across the glen, the forcaming jay :
Inítead of glorious feats achiev'd in arms, Each native charın their steps explore
Bid rising arts display their mimic charms : Of Solitude's Icquetier'd store.
Just to thy cotatry's fame, in tranquil diys,

For them the moon with cloudless ray
Recor i the pait, and roule to future praité:

lluunts, to iilume their homeward way : Before the public eye, in breathing brais, Their weary spuits to relieve, Bid thy fam'd f ther's mighty triumphs poss:

The meadows incente breathe at eve. Swell the broad rch wih haucity Cuba's fall, No riot mars the simple fare And clothe with Minden's plain th loistoric hail. That o'er a glimm'ring hearth they share :Then mourn nut, Edward's Dome, tione an- But when the curfcu's measur'd roar cient boul,

Duiy, the dark'ning valleys o'er, Thy tournaments and listed combats lost! Hai'icho'd from the distant town, From Arthur's Board, no more, proud castle, They with no beds of cygnet-down,

No trophicd canopies, to close Adventurous Valaur's gothic trophies tern! Their drooping eyes in quick repose. Those eitia chtrins, that heidio magic with Their listle fons, who spread the bloom Its elder fame, und dian'd its genuine light,

Of health wound the clay-built room, At length dilio're in Truthi's merrlian ray,

Or thro' the primrus'd coppice firay, And the brigh: Order burits to perfect day: Or garnbcl in the new-mown hay; The mystic ronal, begirt with bulder peois,

Dr quaintiv b. aid the courtlip-cuvine, On Viriue's 'sate its retoucd glory rcars,

Dr diive tild the tarly kine; Sets Civil Piossets mightier acts achicle;

O huten troin the suitry hill
Sces meck !lamanicy ditires relieve ;

To loiter at the shady rill;
Adopts the Worth that bids ille cuniliit ccare, Or climb the tall pine's.gloomy crust
And claims its honour's from the Chilfs vi l'esce. Po rob the raven's ansiënt neit.

Their humble porch with honeyed Asw'rs § 67. Oide to Sleep. T. WArron. The culiny wondbine's thade embow'rs :

From the trim garden's thymy mound
On this my penfive pillow, gantic Sleep!
Delcenc!, in ail try dowry plumage drift:

Their bees in buly fuvaros iesound.
Wipe ivi;h thy wing theie eyes that wake to weep, Haltes to contume life's golden prime:

Nor fell Ditcak, betere his time, And place tuy crown of poppics on my breitet.

But when their temples log have wore O ficep my fenfes in oblivion's balın,

he filver crown of tretius hear; And forh my throbbing pulle with iunient hand; As ftudious tillcalin peace to keep, This tempest of my builing blood becam!

Beneath a flow'ry ruif they fliep.
Delpair grows mild at thy tupreme conna :d.
Yet ah! in vain, familiar with the gloom,

$ 69. Oddi. The firit of April. T. WARTON. And sadly toiling throug., the tedious niglic, I seek fiveet lumber, while that virgin bioon,

WITH dalliance rude young Zephyr woos

Coy Miy. Full oft with kind cxcule For ever hov'ring, haunts my wretched ligut.

The boift'rous bavshe Fair denies,
Ņor would the dawning day iniy sorrows charm : Ir with a scornful smile complies.
Black midnight, and the ridiant acon, alike Mindful of dilulier past,
'To me appear, while with uplifted arm And ihrinking at the northern blast,
Death ftands prepard, but still delays, to strike. The ficety tium returning still,

The morning hoar and ev'ning chill; $ 68. Tbe Hanilet, written in whichzuord Forifl. Reduciant comes the timid Spring.

T. WARTON. Scarce a bee, with airy ring,
"HE"hinds how blest,who, ne'er beguild Murmurs the blottom'd bouglis around,
To quit thcir hamlet's hawthorn-wild, That clothie the garden's fouthern bound:



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Scarce a sickly ftraggling flow'r

He startles from the bordering wood Decks the rough castle's rifted tow'r :

The bashful wild-duck's early brood. Scarce the hardy primrose peeps

O'er the broad downs, a novel race, From the dark dell's entangled steeps :

Frisk the lambs, with faltering pace, O'er the field of waving broom

And with eager bleatings fill Slowly shoots the golden bloom :

The foss that ikins the beacon'd hill. And, but by fits, the furze-clad dale

His free-horn vigour yet unbroke Tinctures the transitory gale :

To lordly man's ufurping yoke, While from the thrubb'ry's naked maze, The bounding colt forgets to play: Where the vegetable blaze

Balking beneath the noontide ray, Of Flora's brightest 'broidery fhione,

And stretch'd among the daisies, pride Ev'ry chequer'd charm is flown;

of a green dingle's lloping side: Save that the lilac hangs to view

While far bencath, where nature spread. Its bursting gems in clusters blue.

Her boundless length of level meads, Scant along the ridgy land

In loose luxuriance taught to ftray The beans their new-born ranks expand : A thousand tumbling rills inlay The fresh-rurn'd foil with tender blades With filver veins the vale, or pass Thinly the sprouting barley shades :

Redundant thro' the sparkling grass.
Fringing the forest's devious edge,

Yet, in these prctages rude,
Half rob'd appears the hawthorn hedge; Midit her pensive folitude,
Or to the distant cye displays

Fancy, with prophetic glance,
Weakly green its budding sprays.

Sces the teeming months advance ; The swallow, for a moment fcen,

The field, the forest, green and gay, Skims in haste the village green:

The dappled Nope, the tedded hay; From the grey moor, on feeble wing,

Sces the reddening orchard blow, The screaning plovers idly Ipring :

The harvest wave, the vintage Bow; The butterfly, gay-painted soon,

Sces June unfold his glossy robe Explores awhile the tepid noon,

Of thousand hues o'er all the globe; And fondly trusts its tender dyes

Sees Ceres grasp her crown of corn,
To fi, klc luns and flatt'ring kics.

And plenty load her ample horn.
Fraught with a tranfient, frozen show'r,
Jf a cloud should haply low'r,

§ 70. Odle.

The Suicide. T. War TOY.
Sailing o'cr the landicape dark,
Muite on a sudden is the lark;

ENEATH the beech, whose branches bars

Smit with the lightning's vivid glare,
But when gleams the sun again
O'er the pearl-belprinkled plain,

O'erhang the craggy road,

And whistle hollow as they wave; And from behind his wat'ry veil

Within a solitary grave, Looks through the thin-defending bail,

A wretched Suicide holds his accurs'd abode.
She mounts, and, less’ning to the light,

Lowcr'd the grim morn, in murky dies
Salutes the blythe return of light,
And high her tuncful track pursues

Dainp mists involv'd the icowling frics,
Mid the dim rainbow's Icarter'd hucs.

And diim'd the struggling day; Where in venerable rows

As by the brook that ling ring laves

Yon ruth-grown moor with falle waves,
Widely waving oks incluso
The moat of yonder antique ball,

Full of the dark resolve he took his fullen way.
Awarm the rooks with clamorous call;

I mark'd his desultory pace, And, to the toils of nature true,

His gestures strange, and varying face, Wreath their capacious nelis arcw.

With many a mutter'd sound; Mufing through the lawny park,

And ah! too late aghaft I view'd The lonely poet loves to mark

The rceking blade, the hand embrud : How various greens in faint degrees

He fell, and groaning grasp'd in agony the ground. Tinge the tall groups of various trecs :

Full many a melancholy night While, careless of the changing year, ,

He watch'd the flow retum of light; The pine cerulcan, never icar,

And sought the pow'rs of sleep, Towers diftinguish'd from the rest,

To spread a momentary calm And proudly vaunts her winter vest,

O’er his fad couch, and in the balm Within toine whilpering olier ille,

Of bland oblivion's dews his burning eyes to steep. Where Glyin's low banks neglected smile ; Full oft, unknowing and unknown, And each irim mcadow ftill retains

He wore his endless noons alone, The wintry tcrrcot's oozy ftains :

Amid the autumnal wood : Beneath a willow, long forsook,

Oft was he wont, in hafty fit, The fisher seeks his custom'd nook ;

Abrupt the social board to quit, And bursting thro' the crackling fedge And gaze with eager glance upon the tumbling That crowns the current's cavern'd edge,






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And rous'd to livelier pangs his wakeful sense of Ashal cratic fteps thy scenes explore I

Beck’ning the wretch to torments new,

• Her aid divine had lull'd to rest Despair, for ever in his view,

"Yon foul self-murtherer's throbbing breast, A spectre pale, appear'd;

• And stay'd the rising storm : While, as the shades of eve arose

• Had bade the fun of hope appear And brought the day's unwelcome close, To gild the darken’d hemisphere, [form. Mo:chorrible and huge her giant-lhape the rear'd. • And give the wonted bloom to nature's blatted • Is this,' mistaken Scorn will cry,

Vain man! 'tis Heaven's prerogative • Is this the youth, whose genius high

• To take, what first it deign’d to give, Could build the genuinc rhyme ?

Thy tributary breath : • Whofe bofom mild the fav’sing Muse

• In awfui expectation plac'd, • Had for'd with all her ample views,

Await thy doom, nor impious haste • Parent of fairest deeds, and purposes sublimc'|' To pluck from God's right hand his instru. Ah! from the Muse that bofom mild

* ments of dcach.' By treach'rous magic was beguil'd,

To strike the deathful blow: She 611'd his soft ingenuous mind

§ 71. Oile. Sent to a Friend on his leaving a fa(woe.

vourite Village in Hampfbire. T. WARTOX. With many a feeling too refin'd,

H, mourn thy No
Though doom'd hard penury to prove, When morn's pale rays but faintly poop
And the Tharp Itings of hopeless love;
To griefs congenial prone,

O'er yonder oak-crown'd airy steep,

Who now thall climb its brows, to view More wounds than nature gave he knew,

Thy length of landscapes ever new; While mitery's form his fancy drew

Where Summer flings, in careless pride, In dark ideal hues, and horrors not its own.

Her varied vesture far and wide ?
Tlien with not o'er his earthly tomb

Who mark, beneath, each village-charm,
The baleful nightlhade's lurid bloom Or grange, or elm-encircled farm :
To drop its deadiy dew:

The Ainty dove-core's crowded roof,
Nor, ch! forbid the twisted thorn,

Watch'd by the kite that sails aloof: That rudely binds his turf forlorn, [anew. The tufted pines, whose umbrage tall With's green-swelling buds to vegetate Darkens the long-deserted hall: What though no marble-piled bust

The vet'ran beech, that on the plain
Adorn his desolated dust,

Collects at eve the playful train :
With speaking sculpture wrought?

The cot that smokes with early fire,
Pity shall woo the weeping Ninc

The low-roof 'd fane's embosom'd spire ?
To build a visionary thrine, [brought. Who now shall indolently stray
Hung with unfuding Tow’rs, from fairy regions Through the deep foreft's tangled way ;

Pleas'd at his custom'd talk tu find
What though refus'd each chanted rite?

The well-known hoary-tressed hind,
Here viewless mourners shall delight

That toils with feeble hands, to glean
To touch the shadowy shell :

Of wither'd boughs his pittance mean!
And Petrarch's harp, that wept the doom

M'ho mid thy nooks of hazle sit,
Of Laura, loft in early bloom,

Loft in some melancholy fit ;
In melancholy tones shall ring his pensive knell. And lift'ning to the raven's croak,
To scoth a lone, unhallow'd lhade,

The distant Mail, the falling oak?
This votive dirge fad duty paid,

Who, through the sunshine and the show'r, Within an ivy'd nook :

Descry the rainbow-painted tow'r? Sudden the half-funk orb of day

Who, wandering at return of May, More radiant shot its partiag ray, [took: Catch the first cuckow's verpal lay? And thus a cherub-voice my charm'd attention Who, musing waste the summer hour, • Forbear, fond bard, thy partial praisc;

Where higa o'er-arching trees embow'r • Nor thus for guilt in fpecious lays

The grassy lane, so rarely pac'd, • The wreath of glory twine :

With azure flow'rets idiy grac'd ? • In vain with hues of gorgeous glow

Unnotic'd now, at twilight's dawn • Gay Fancy gives her veli to flow, [confine. Returning reapers cross the lawn: • Unless Truth's matron-hand the floating folds Nor fond attention loves to note

The werher's bell from folds remote : • Just Heaven, man's fortitude to prove, While own'd by no poetic eye, • Permits through life at large to rove

Thy pensive evening shade the sky! "The tribes of hell-born woc :

For, lo! the bard who rapture found • Yet the fame Pow'r that wisely sends

From ev'ry rural fight or sound;
Life's fiercest ills, indulgent lends

Whole genius warm, and judgment chaste, • Religion's golden shield to break th' embattled No charm of genulue nature pals'd ;





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