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IMITATIONS OF HORACE.
ODE XV. BOOK IV.
TO THE PRINCE REGENT.
“ Phæbus volentem prælia loqui.”
With martial heat I seiz'd the Lyre,
And valiant heroes slain;
Attempt the battle-strain.
“ To fill the soul with fond alarms,
The joys of love and wine,
To match one Ode of thine.
“Let other bards, in martial verse
In numbers light and gay
Is sure to win the day.
“Thy Prince demands his meed of praise, Attend—and thou shalt gain the Bays,
(The hungry Poet's pray'r,) For which harmonious Cibber burn'd, Which haughty Gray indignant spurn'd,
And Dryden blush'd to wear.”
Obedient then, I strike the Lyre-
And all ye rhyming host !
sudden dearth of news,
I never swept the tuneful string
Or what is more-create 'em :
Or Scandalum Magnatum.
Then, please your Highness, tell
Wise, tender, or heroic ?
A statesman, or a stoic?
To do what many bards have done,
With compliments in plenty ;
And call you one-and-twenty.
Hail, mighty Prince ! illustrious youth !
A voice to Monarchs strange;
From Charing Cross to 'Change!
Augustan days are come, we hope,
And Milton keeps the rear;
Is distanc'd by a Peer.
See Arnold, with his Pye,* agree,
The Drama's rights to seize;
Which Shakespeare fails to please?
Britannia! bless thy lucky star,
Sly Lancaster to teach,
And Huntingdon to preach.
My mind, as in a glass, surveys
To me, my Prince ! display'd;
And Phoebus is obey'd.
“ The Prior Claim,” a comedy (?) written conjointly by Messrs. Pye (the Laureat) and Arnold.
TO DOCTOR BUSBY.
“ Bacchum in remotis carmina rupibus.”
I saw (nor disbelieve my strain,)
In consequential trim,
Most ludicrously grim.
With gestures strange, and accent loud,
About the Drama's laws;
Stood up, and bray'd applause.
In vain he spoke—the Gallery Gods,
Sent forth a dismal yell;
With Proserpine to hell.