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By the Rev. W. MASON, M. A.
[THE following second attempt of Mr. MASON, at the ROYAL SACK, was not inserted in the celebrated collection of Odes formed by Sir JOHN HAWKINS.-What might be the motive of the learned Knight for this omission can at present only be known to himself. Whether he treasured it up for the next edition of his Life of Dr. JOHNSON, or whether he condemned it for its too close resemblance to a former elegant lyric effusion of the Rev. Author, must remain for time, or Mr. FRANCIS BARBER, to develope.→ Having, however, been fortunate enough to procure a copy, we have printed both the Odes in opposite leaves, that, in case the latter supposition should turn out to be well founded, the public may decide how far the worthy magistrate was justified in this exclusion.]
To the Honourable WILLIAM PITT.
By W. MASON, M.A.
Μή νύν; οτι φθονεραὶ
Θνατῶν φρένας ἀμφικρέμανται ἐλπίδες ;
PINDAR. Isthm. Ode II.
'Tis May's meridian reign; yet Eurus cold
And Flora weeps her fragrant offspring gone.
No linnet calls his drooping love:
And Nature fails to warm the syrens of the grove?
* This expression is taken from Milton's Song on May Morning, to which this stanza in general alludes, and the 4th verse in the next.
To the Right Hon. WILLIAM PITT.
By W. MASON, M.A.
"Give not the Mitre now!
"Lest base-tongued ENVY, squinting at my brow,
MY OWN TRANSLATION.
"Tis now the TENTH of APRIL; yet the wind In frigid fetters doth each blossom bind;
No silver buds her rural throne emboss;
No violets blue from her green lap she throws*;
O lack-a-daisy! not a daisy blows,
And (ere she has them) FLORA weeps their loss.
Hoar frost, with bailiff's grizly hue,
At Winter's suit, arrests the dew;
No Cuckow wakes her drowsy.mate:
When neither Starlings, Daws, nor Magpies prate?
* Improved from Milton.
He shall: for what the sullen Spring denies,
That moral dawn be his inspiring flame.
That lyre disdains to sound.
Hark and approve, as did thy sire*,
His muse in Attic mood made MONA's oaks rebounds
Long silent since, save when, in KEPPEL's name,
Rous'd into sounds of scorn th' indignant string †.
But now, replenish'd with a richer theme,
The vase of harmony shall pour its stream,
Fann'd by free Fancy's rainbow-tinctur'd wing.
Aim'd, ere his funeral rites were paid,
With vain vindictive rage to starve his progeny.
*The poem of Caractacus was read in MS. by the late Earl of Chatham, who honoured it with an approbation which the author is here proud to record.
+ See Ode to the Naval Officers of Great Britain, written 1779. See the motto from Pindar.
He shall: for what the sulky Spring denies,
That beverage sweet be his inspiring flame.
In hopes, ere long, to be preferr`d,
To sit in state 'midst mitred peers.
Hark and approve, as did thy sire,
The lays which, nodding by the fire,
To gentle slumbers sooth'd his listening ears:
Long silent since, save when, on t'other side,
I rous'd to well-feign'd scorn th' indignant string.
ST. JAMES's too shall hail the song,
Whilst they alone with sorrow sigh,