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While on the shores the billows beat, Yet still my grateful Muse is ree, To tune her warmest strains to thee,
And lay them at thy feet. Goodness is ever kindly prono
To feign what fate denies,
Finds in herself supplies:
While you the lowly Muse upraise; When such the theme, so mean the bard, Not to reject is to reward,
To pardon is to praise.
And all her silver trumps employ, And thou restrain thy tuneful hand, And thou an idle list'ner stand
Amidst the general joy? Forbid it, all ye powers above,
That human hearts can try,
And every tender tye :
And cheer'd me from his ample store,
To search for learning's ore?
To nobler heights thy name,
Ennobled in thy fame.
And grandeur in good nature lost,
· Than arts and arms can boast. Can I forget fair Raby's' towers,
How awful and how great!
Such splendour in retreat!
(Then, Fame, i felt thy first alarms) Ah, much lov'd pair!-tho one is fed, Still one compensates for the dead,
In merit and in charms.
O blessings on thy life!
In daughters, sons, and wife!
Her soul with every virtue teems,
Defy his brightest beams.
Calls to her numerous poor,
And points to Raby's door ;
A nymph, whom men and gods admire,
And Honour is her sire.
Full many an envious league,
As even the eye fatigue;
ODE TO LADY HARRIOT. To Harriot all accomplish'il fair, Begin, ye Nine, a grateful air; Ye Graces, join her worth to tell, And blazon what you can't excel!. Let Flora rifle all her bow'rs, For fragrant shrubs, and painted flow'rs, And, in her vernal robes array'd, Present them to the noble maid. Her breath shall give them new perfume, Her blushes shall their dyes outbloom; The lily now no more shall boast Its whiteness, in her bosom lost. See yon delicious woodbines rise By oaks exalted to the skies, So view in Harriot's matchless mind Humility and greatness join'd. To paint her dignity and ease, Form'd to command, and form’d to please, In wreaths expressive be there wove The birds of Venus and of Jove. There where th’immortal laurel grows, And there, where blooms the crimson rose, Be with this line the chaplet bound, That beauty is with virtue crown'd.
ODE TO THE EARL OF NORTHUM.
ON HIS BEING APPOINTED LORD LIE! TENANT OR IRELAND, PRESENTED ON THE BIRTH-DAY
OF LORD WARKWORTH.
Whate'er distinguish'd patriots rise, The times and manners to revise,
And drooping merit raise,
Dwells sweetly on their praise.
And all her works refind;
Says truth with music join'da
"His lordship's seat in the county of Durham.
Her late grace of Cleveland. 3 The honourable Mrs. Hope.
Is coming to your homely cot,
Praise him, arch-angelic band, To call you to a nobler lot;
Ye that in his presence stand; I, Fortune, promise wealth and pow'r,
Praise him, ye that watch and pray, By way of matrimonial dow'r:
Michael's myriads in array. Preferment crowns the golden day,
Praise him, Sun at each extreme,
Orient streak, and western beam;
Moon and stars of mystic dance, “ From first invention's highest sphere,
Silv'ring in the blue expanse. I, queen of imag'ry, appear;
Praise him, O ye heights that suar And, tbrow myself at Reason's feet,
Heav'n and Heav'n for evermore ; Upon a weighty point to treat.
And ye streams of living rill You dwell alone, and are tvo grave;
Higher yet and purer still. You make yourself too much a slave;
Let them praise his glorious name, Your shrewd deductions run a length, 'Till all your spirits waste their strength:
From whose fruitful word they came; Your fav'rite logic is full close;
And they first began to be Your morals are to much a dose;
As he gave the great decree. You ply your studies 'till you risk
Their constituent parts he founds Your senses--you should be more brisk
For duration without bounds; The doctors soon will find a flaw,
And their covenant has seal’d, And lock you up in chains and straw.
Which shall never be repeal'd. But, if you are inclin'd to take
Praise the Lord on earth's domains; The gen'rous offer which I make,
Praise, ye mutes, that sea contains; I'll lead you from this hole and ditch,
They that on the surface leap,
And the dragons of the deep.
Batt'ring hail, and fires that glow,
Streaming vapours, plumy snow; To natures still above themselves,
Wind and storm, his wrath incurr'd By soaring to the wond'rous height
Wing'd and pointed at his word. Of notions, which they still create;
Mountains of enormous scale, I'll bring you to the pearly cars,
Every hill and every vale; By dragons drawn, above the stars;
Fruit trees of a thousand dies,
Cedars that perfume the skies !
Beasts that haunt the woodland maze,
Nibbling flocks and droves that graze; "Soft, soft,” (says Reason) “ lovely friend;
Reptiles of amphibious breed, Tho' to a parley I attend,
Feather'd millions form'd for speed. I cannot take thee for a mate;
Kings, with Jesus for their guide, I'm lost, if e'er I change my state.
Peopled regions far and wide; · But whensoe'er your raptures rise,
Heroes of their country's cause, I'll try to come with my supplies;
Princes, judges of the laws. To muster up my sober aid,
Age and childbood, youth and maid, What time your lively pow'rs invade;
To his name your praise be paid;
For his word is worth alone
Far above his crown and throne.
He shall dignify the crest Thy correspondent, thine ally;
Of his people, rais'd and blest; Or any thing, but bind and tye
While we serve with praise and pray'rs,
All in Christ bis saints and heirs.
ODE TO LORD BARNARD,
ON HIS ACCESSION TO THAT TITIL.
MELFOMENE, who charm'st the skies,
Queen of the lyre and lute, HALLELUJAH! kneel and sing
Say, shall my noble patron rise, Praises to the heav'nly King;
And thou, sweet Muse, be mute! To the God supremely great,
Shall fame, to celebrate his praise, Hallelujah in the height.
Her loudest, loftiest accents raise,
And all her silver trumps employ, And thou restrain thy tuneful hand,
While on the shores the billows beat, And thou an idle list'ner stand
Yet still my grateful Muse is ree,
To tune her warmest strains to thee, Amidst the general joy?
And lay them at thy feet. Forbid it, all ye powers above,
Goodness is ever kindly prone That human hearts can try,
To feign what fate denies, Forbid it gratitude and love,
And others want of worth t'atone, And every tender tye :
Finds in herself supplies: Was it not he, whose pious cares
Thus dignity itself restrains, Upheld me in my earliest years,
By condescension's silken reins, And cheer'd me from his ample store,
While you the lowly Muse upraise; Who animated my designs,
When such the theme, so mean the bard, In Roman and Athenian mines,
Not to reject is to reward, To search for learning's ore?
Tu pardon is to praise.
To nobler heights thy name,
ODE TO LADY HARRIOT.
To Harriot all accomplish's fair, With dignity endear'd by ease,
Begin, ye Nine, a grateful air; And grandeur in good nature lost,
Ye Graces, join her worth to tell, Have more of genuine desert,
And blazon what you can't excel!. Have more the merit of the heart,
Let Flora rifle all her bow'rs, . · Than arts and arms can boast.
For fragrant shrubs, and painted flow'rs, Can I forget fair Raby's ? towers,
And, in her vernal robes array'd, How awful and how great!
Present them to the noble maid. Can I forget such blissful bowers,
Her breath shall give them new perfume, Such splendour in retreat!
Her blushes shall their dyes outbloom; Where me, ev'n me, an infant bard,
The lily now no more shall boast Cleveland : and Hope 3 indulgent heard.
Its whiteness, in her bosom lost. (Then, Fame, I felt thy first alarms) See yon delicious woodbines rise Ah, much lov'd pair !—tho' one is fled,
By oaks exalted to the skies, Still one compensates for the dead,
So view in Harriot's matchless mind In merit and in charms. .
Humility and greatness join'd. O more than compensation, sure !
To paint her dignity and ease, O blessings on thy life!
Form'd to command, and form’d to please, Long may the three-fold bliss endure,
In wreaths expressive be there wove In daughters, sons, and wife!
The birds of Venus and of Jove, Hope, copyist of her mother's mind,
There where th' immortal laurel grows, Is loveliest, liveliest of her kind,
And there, where blooms the crimson rose, Her soul with every virtue teems,
Be with this line the chaplet bound, By none in wit or worth outdone,
That beauty is with virtue crown'd. With eyes, that shining on the Sun,
Defy his brightest beams. Hark! Charity's cherubic voice • Calls to her pumerous poor,
ODE TO THE EARL OF NORTHUM. And bids their languid hearts rejoice,
ON HIS BEING APPOINTED LORD LIEUTENANT or There, Hospitality-she stands,
IRELAND, PRESENTED ON THE BIRTH-DAY A nymph, whom men and gods admire,
OF LORD WARKWORTH.
Whate'er distinguish'd patriots rise,
The times and manners to revise,
And drooping merit raise, What though, my lord, betwixt us lie
The song of triumph still pursues Full many av envious league,
Their footsteps, and the moral Muse
Dwells sweetly on their praise,
It is a task of true delight,
The ways of goodness to recite,
And all her works refind; " His lordship's seat in the county of Durham.
Thongh modest greatness under rato * Her late grace of Cleveland.
Its lustre; 'tis as fix'd as fate, * The honourable Mrs. Hope.
Says truth with music join'ch
All bail to this auspicious morn,
The parallel will own; When we, for gallant Warkworth born,
O let our voice and hearts combine, Our gratulations pay :
O let us, fellow warblers, join, Though Virtue all the live-long year,
Our patroness to crown. Refuse her eulogy to hear,
When heavy hung thy flagging wing, She must attend to day.
When thou could'st neither move nor sing. All hail to that transcendant fair,
Of spirits void and rest ; That crown'd thy wishes with an heir,
A lovely nymph her aid apply'd, And bless'd her native land :
She gave the bliss to Heav'n allied, Still shoots thy undegenerate line,
And cur'd thee on her breast, Like oak from oak, and pine from pine,
Me too the kind indulgent maid, As goodly and as grand.
With gen'rous care and timely aid, O how illustrious and divine
Restor'd to mirth and health; Were all the heroes of thy line,
Then join'd to her, O may I prove 'Gainst Rome's ambitious cheat!
By friendship, gratitude and love, Born all these base insidious arts,
The poverty of wealth.
To dare and to defeat !
MARTIAL. Book 1, Ep. 26.
WHEN Brutus' fall wing'd fame to Porcia 'Till blest experience shall evince
(sought. How fairly you present that prince,
Those arms her friends conceal'd, ber passion Who's sovereign of our hearts.
She soon perceiv'd their poor officious wiles,
Approves their zeal, but at their folly smiles. In pity to our sister isle
What Cato taught, Heaven sure cannot deny, With sighs we lend thee for a while ;
Bereav'd of all, we still have pow'r to die. O be thou soon restor'd,
Theu down her throat the burning coal conyeyed, Tho' Stanhope, Hallifax were there,
“Go now, ye fools, and hide your swords," she We never had a man to spare
said. Our love could less afford.
ON A LADY
From the Latin of Petronius Ascanius.
TAE SWEETS OF EVENING.
Sick of the sultry day;
When Phæbus sheathes his ray.
Sends glances thro' the trees,
With voice of skilful ease.
And music, every sound
With lively streaks around.
None half so sweet appear,
In fancy's highest spbere.
THE WHOLESALE CRITIC AND THE
ODE TO A VIRGINIA NIGHTIN
: FABLE I.
Alas! by different steps and ways
WHICH WAS CURED OF A FIT IN THE BOSOM OF A
YOUNG LADY, WHO AFTERWARDS NURSED THE
Sweet bird! whose fate and mine agree,
As far as proud humanity
For crampt by a contracted soul,
Shall man to man afford derision, How shou'd they comprehend the whole?
But for some casual division; I know of many a deep-learn'd brother,
To malice, and to mischief prone, Who weighs one science by another,
From climate, canton, or from zone, And makes 'mongst bards poetic schism,
Are all to idle discord bent, Because he understands the prism;
These Kentish men—those men of Kent; Thinks in acuteness he surpasses,
And parties and distinction make, From knowledge of the optic-glasses.
For parties and distinction's sake. There are some critics in the nation,
Souls sprung from an etherial flame, Profoundly vers'd in gravitation ;
However clad, are still the same; Who like the bulky anu the great,
Nor should we judge the heart or head, And judge by quantity and weight.
By air we breathe, or earth we tread. Some who're extremely skilld in building, Dame Nature, who, all meritorious, Judge by proportion, form, and gilding,
In a true Englishman is glorious; And praise with a sagacious look
Is lively, honest, brave and bonny, The architecture of a book.
In Monsieur, Taffy, Teague, and Sawney. Soon as the hops arrir'd from Kent,
Give prejudices to the wind, Forth to the quay the merchant went,
And let's be patriots of mankind. Went critically to explore
Bigots, avaunt, sense can't endure ye, The merit of the hops on shore.
But fabulists should try to cure ye. Close to a bag he took his standing,
A snub-nos'd dog to fat inclin'd And at a venture thrust his hand in;
Of the true hogan inogau kind, Then, with the face of a physician,
The favourite of an English dame, Their colour scapp'd and their condition ;
Mynheer Van Trumpo was his name: He trusts bis touch, his smell, his eyes,
One morning as he chanc'd to range, The goods at once approves and buys.
Met honest Towzer on the 'Change; Catchup, so dextrous, droll, and dry,
" And whom have we got here, I beg," It happen'd Catchup there was by,
Quoth he,-and lifted up his leg; Who like lago', arch on all,
“ An English dog can't take an airing, Is nothing, if not critical
But foreign scoundrels must be staring. He with a sneer and with a shrug,
I'd have your French dogs and your Spanish, With eye of hawk, and face of pug,
And all your Dutch and all your Danish, Cry'd; “ Fellow, I admire thy fun,
By which our species is confounded, Thou most judiciously hast done,
Be hang’d, be poison'd, or be drowned; Who from one handful buyst ten ton.
No mercy on the race suspected, Does it not enter in thy crown,
Greyhounds from Italy excepted : Some may be mouldy, some be brown ;
By them my dames ne'er prove big-bellied, The vacancies with leaves supplied,
For they, poor toads, are Farrinellied. And some balf pick'd and some half dry'd ?" Well, of all dogs it stands confess'd, The merchant, who Tom Catchup knew,
Your English bull dogs are the best; (A merchant and a scholar too)
I say it, and will set my hand to't, Said, “ What I've done is not absurd,
Cambden records it, and P'll stand to't. I know my chap and take his word.
'Tis true we have too much urbanity, On thee, thou caviller at large,
Somewhat o'ercharg'd with soft humanity; I here retort thy random charge,
The best things must find food for railing, Who, in an hypercritic rage,
And every creature has its failing." Judgest ten volumes by a page;
“And who are you?” reply'd Van Trump, Whose wond'rous comprehensive view
(Curling his tail upon his rump) Grasps more than Solomon e'er knew ;
- Vaunting the regions of distraction, With every thing you claim alliance,
The land of party and of faction. Art, trade, profession, calling, science ;
In all fair Europe, who but we, You mete out all things by one rule,
For national economy; And are an universal fool.
For wealth and peace, that have more charms, Though swoln with vanity and pride,
Than learned arts, or noisy arms? You're but one driviller multiplied,
You envy us our dancing bogs, A prig-that proves himself by starts,
With all the music of the frogs;
Join'd to the Tretchscutz's bondy loon,
For poets, and the Muses nine,
Beyond comparison we shine:
Oh ! how we warble in our gizzards,
With X X's, H H's and with Z Z's.
For fighting—now you think I'm joking; Aeg we not all of race divine,
We love it better far than smoking. Alike of an immortal line?
Ask but our troops, from man to boy,
Who all surviv'd at Fontenay. io, gentle lady, do not put me to't,
'Tis true, as friends, and as allies, For I am nothing if not critical.
We're ever ready to devise ;