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BY MR. MASON.
O GREEN-ROB'D Goddess of the hallow'd shade,
Thee, lovely maid, LATONA bore,
Quivering spangles to the eye,
And fills the soul with Nature's harmony?
Or 'mid that murky grove's monastic night,
The tangling net-work of the woodbine's gloom, Each zephyr pregnant with perfume?
Or near that delving dale, or mossy mountain's height?
When Neptune struck the scientific ground,
Why did the prancing horse rebound,
If then the horse to wisdom is a friend,
While low beneath the furrow sleeps the corn,
Nor yet in tawny vest delights to bend !
For Jove himself decreed,
To England's Athens, Brunswick's sylvan train!
Diana, Goddess all-discerning!
In Autumn ne'er had thought of love;
No buck with swollen throat the does With dappled sides had tried to moveNe'er had England's King, I ween, The Muses' seat, fair Oxford, seen.
V. Hunting, thus, is learning's friend! No longer, Virgin Goddess, bend
O'er Endymion's roseate breast--No longer, vine-like, chastely twine Round his milk-white limbs divine!
Your brother's car rolls down the east-
Visions of bliss, you tear my aching sight;
How each College sounds
From the dark tomb then break away!
Radcliffe and Wolsey, hand in hand,
Sweet gentle shades, there take their stand
Just arbiters of fame!
That fringed cloud sure this way bends;
Then may hunting never drop!
And thus an hundred Birth-days more
Shall Heav'n to George afford from its capacious shore.
BY THE ATTORNEY-GENERAL.
INDITE, my Muse!-indite! subpana'd is thy lyre! The praises to record, which rules of Court require! 'Tis thou, O Clio! Muse divine,
And best of all the Council Nine,
Must plead my cause!-Great HATFIELD'S CECIL bids me sing
The tallest, fittest man, to walk before the King!
Of Sal'sbury's Earls, the first (so tells th' historic page) "T was Nature's will to make most wonderfully sage;
But then, as if too liberal to his mind,
She made him crook'd before, and crook'd behind *.
The Gods decreed, and judgment was revers'd!
Pure, for a time, they run;
Alas! in nothing but a heap of mould!
*Rapin observes, that Robert Cecil, the first Earl of Salisbury, was of a great genius; and though crooked before and behind, Nature supplied that defect with noble endowments of mind.
Shall I by eloquence control,
Like mine, aside and small?
Say, by what process may I once obtain
In Commons, and in Courts below,
True to these terms, I preach'd in politics for Pitt,
And Kenyon's law maintain'd against his Sovereign's writ.
Or Pitt requires his vote and weight-
And O! should Mrs. Arden bless me with a child,
The best of caudle's made of best of sack!
Let thy decree
But favour me,
My bills and briefs, rebutters and detainers,
To Archy I'll resign