Cowper. THE INFIDEL AND THE CHRISTIAN. THE path to bliss abounds with many a snare; (Mention him if you please. Voltaire ?—The same.) With spirit, genius, eloquence, supplied, Lived long, wrote much, laughed heartily, and died. And fumed with frankincense on every side, Content though mean, and cheerful if not gay, Receives no praise; but, though her lot be such, O happy peasant! O unhappy bard! PORTRAIT OF WHITFIELD. Leuconomus (beneath well-sounding Greek I slur a name a poet may not speak) Stood pilloried on Infamy's high stage, And bore the pelting scorn of half an age; The very butt of Slander, and the blot For every dart that Malice ever shot. The man that mentioned him at once dismissed All mercy from his lips, and sneered and hissed; His crimes were such as Sodom never knew, And Perjury stood up to swear all true ; |