Proud Terne's volunteers, Abject Commons, prostrate Peers- A present God! Hallelujah! tion of the passage.-N. B. Abject, in the author's understanding of the word, means that precise degree of submission due from a free people to monarchy. It is further worthy of remark, that Horace wrote the Ode alluded to, before Britain was subjected to absolute sway; and conse quently the passage was meant as a prophetic compliment to Augustas. Those who do not think that Britain is yet sufficiently abject, will regard the imitation in the same light. We shall close this subject by observing, how much better GRAVIBUs applies in the imitation than in the original; and how well the untruth of Ierne's volunteers joining in the deification, exemplifies the dedicatory address of the lie SUBLIME. NUMBER XVIII. IRREGULAR ODE, By the MARQUIS OF GRAHAM. 1. HELP! help! I say, Apollo! See how its parent labours with the birth: What horrid pain! Come, now pr'ythee come, I say: Nay, if you won't, then stay away— Without thy help, I've sung full many a lay. II. To lighter themes let other bards resort; A lustier troop, ye brave Beefeaters, Ye too, who watch in inner rooms; Ye Lords, ye Gentlemen, and Grooms; } 1 Ò! careful guard your royal Master's slumber, Crowds still on crowds impetuous rush along: III. Hail! too, ye beds, where, when his labour closes, Bulses glittering skim the air; - Hands outstretch'd would grasp the prize, But no diamond they find there; For, awak'd by amorous pat, Th' endearing question kindles fierce desire, The pious King fulfils the heav'nly plan, IV. At Pimlico an ancient structure stands, Where Sheffield erst, but Brunswick now commands; Hence Brunswick, peeping at the windows, Each starlight night And sees unseen, And tells the Queen, What each who passes out or in, does : Hence too, when eas'd of Faction's dread, The cattle graze, At half-a-crown a-head Views the canal's transparent flood, Now fill'd with water, now with mud; Where various seasons various charms create, V. O! for the pencil of a Claude Lorrain, Hail! Royal Park! what various charms are thine- Thy Mall's smooth walk, and sacred road beside, Hark! the merry fife and drum: Hark! of beaus the busy hum; Gay wood-nymphs ply their wanton trade; Ill-fated cows, when all your milk they 've ta'en, VI. Muse, raise thine eyes, and quick behold The gay Horse Guards, whose clock of mighty fame- Where soldiers with red coats equipp'd, Are sometimes march'd, and sometimes whipp'd. "T was Heav'n's eternal plan That perfect bliss should ne'er be known to man. Turn and turn about E'en Pitt himself may lose his place, Or thou, Delpini, sovereign of grimace, Thou, too, by some false step, may'st meet disgrace. } |