BY DAVID GARRI REPINE not, Gray, that o Thy daring heights and bri How few can trace the eagle Or, like him, gaze upon th Each gentle reader loves the That little dares, and little Who humbly sips her learnin Or flutters in the Magazin. No longer now from Learni Our minds their health and Homer and Pindar are rever'c No more the Stagyrite is l M 2 Yet droop not, Gray, nor quit thy heaven-born a Again thy wondrous powers reveal; Wake slumbering Virtue in the Briton's heart, And rouse us to reflect and feel! With ancient deeds our long chill'd bosoms fire Those deeds that mark Eliza's reign! Make Britons Greeks again, then strike the lyr And Pindar shall not sing in vain. r quit thy heaven-born at powers reveal; e in the Briton's heart, t and feel! long chill'd bosoms fire, k Eliza's reign! ain, then strike the sing in vain. THE BACKWARDNESS BY THE LATE MR. RIC DEAR Gray, that always is Possessest far the better part, What mean these sudden blas And drive the Zephyrs from t O join with mine thy tuneful And invocate the tardy May. Come, fairest Nymph, resume Bring all the Graces in thy tra With balmy breath and flowe Rise from thy soft ambrosial b Where, in elysian slumber bo Embow'ring myrtles veil thee And misses her accustom'd May. See! all her works demand thy aid; Come then, with Pleasure at thy side, . Create, where'er thou turn'st thine eye, Peace, Plenty, Love, and Harmony; Till ev'ry being share its part, And Heav'n and Earth be glad at heart. |