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INVITATION.... TO COLONEL DRUMGOLD.... EPITAPH. 185 With every charm her mind I grac'd,
Then shalt thou tell what various talents joind, I gare her prudence, knowledge, taste.”
Adorn, embellish, and exalt his inind ; “ Hold, madam," interrupted Venus,
Learning and wit, with sweet politeness grac'd ; "The lady must be shar'd between us :
Wisdom by guile or cunning, undebas'd; And surely mine is yonder grove,
By pride unsullied, genuine dignity; So fine, so dark, so fit for love;
A nobler and sublime simplicity. Trees, such as in th' Idalian glade,
Such in thy verse shall Nivernois be shown: Or Cyprian lawn, my palace shade."
France shall with joy the fair resemblance own; Then Oreads, Dryads, Naiads, came;
And Albion sighing bid her sons aspire
To imitate the merit they admire.
EPITAPH ON CAPTAIN GRENVILLE';
KILLED IN LORD ANSON'S ENGAGEMENT IN 1747.
TO THE DOWAGER DUTCHESS D'AIGUILLON.
WHEY Peace shall, on her downy wing,
Ye weeping Morses, Graces, Virtues, tell
WRITTEN AT ETON-SCHOOL, 1729.
Tell me, ye sons of Phoebus, what is this
DRUHGOLD, whose ancestors from Albion's shore
'These verses having been originally writter when the author was in opposition, concluded thus, (much better, perhaps, than at present):
But nobler far, and greater is the praise
But some years after, when his lordship was with ministry, he erased these four lines. See Gent. May. vol. xlix. p. 601. N.
SOME ADDITIONAL STANZAS
TO A YOUNG LADY.
WITH THE TRAGEDY OP VENICE PRESERVED.
In tender Otway's moving scenes we find
Venice was lost, if on the brink of fate
A woman had not propt her sinking state:
Vain was her senate's wisdom, vain its power; Where, closely corkd, unnumber'd bottles lay. But, savd by Belvidera's charming tears,
Still o'er the subject main ber towers she rears, Of finest crystal were those bottles made,
And stands a great example to mankind, Yet what was there enclos'd he could not see: With what a boundless sway you rule the mind, Wherefore in humble wise the saint he pray'd, Skilful the worst or poblest ends to serve, To tell what treasure there conceal'd might be. And strong alike to ruin or preserve.
In wretched Jaffier, we with pity view “ A wondrous thing it is,” the saint replied, A mind, to houour false, to virtue true, “ Yet undefin'd by any mortal wight;
In the wild storm of struggling passions tost, An airy essence, not to be descried,
Yet saving innocence, though fame was lost; Subtle and thin, that MAIDENHEAD is hight. Greatly forgetting what he ow'd his friend
His country, which had wrong'd him, to defend. “ From Earth each day in troops they hither But she, who urg'd him to that pious deed, come,
Who knew so well the patriot's cause to plead, And fill each hole and corner of the Moon; Whose conquering love her country's safety won, For they are never easy while at home,
Was, by that fatal love, herself undone. Nor ever owner thought them gone too soon. I“ Hence may we learn, what passion fain would
hide, " When here arriv'd, they are in bottles pent, That Hymen's bands by prudence should be tied, For fear they should evaporate again;
Venus in vain the wedded pair would crown, And hard it is a prison to invent,
If angry Fortune on their union frown: So volatile a spirit to retain.
Soon will the flattering dreams of joys be o'er,
And cloy'd imagination cheat no more; “ Those that to young and wanton girls belong Then, waking to the sense of lasting pain, Leap, bounce, and fly, as if they 'd burst the With mutual tears the bridal couch they stain : glass :
And that fond love, which should afford relief, But those that have below been kept too long Does but augment the anguish of their grief: Are spiritless, and quite decay'd, alas !”
While both could easier their own sorrows bear,
Than the sad kuowledge of each other's care." So spake the saint, and wonder seiz'd the knight, May all the joys in Love and Fortune's power
As of each vessel he th' inscription read ; Kindly combine to grace your nuptial hour! For various secrets there were brought to light; On each glad day may plenty shower delight, Of which report on Earth had nothing said. And warmest rapture bless each welcome night!
May Heaven, that gave you Belvidera's charms, Virginities, that close confin'd he thought
Destine some happier Jaffier to your arıns, In t other world, be found above the sky;
Whose bliss misfortune never may allay, His sister's and his cousin's there were brought, Whose fondness never may through care decay; Which made him swear, though good St. John Whose wealth may place you in the fairest light, was by.
And force each modest beauty into sight!
So shall no anxious want your peace destroy, But much his wrath increas'd, when he espied No tempest crush the tender buds of joy ;
That which was Chloe's once, his mistress dear: But all your hours in one gay circle move, * Ah, false and treacherous fugitive!” he cried, Nor Reason ever disagree with Love!
“ Little I deem'd that I should meet thee here.
"Did not thy owner, when we parted last, Promise to keep thee safe for me alone?
ELEGY. Scarce of our absence three short months are past, Tell me, my heart, fond slave of hopeless love, And thou already from thy post art flown.
And doom'd its woes, without its joys to prove, “ Be not enrag'd,” replied th' apostle kind Canst thou endure thus calmly to erase
“ Since that this maidenhead is thine by right, The dear, dear image of thy Delia's face? Take it away; and, when thou hast a mind, Carry it thither whence it took its flight."
"The twelve following lines, with some small
variations, already have been printed in Advice to « Thanks, holy father !" quoth the joyous knight, a Lady, p. 175; but, as lord Lyttelton chose to
“ The Moon shall be no loser by your grace: introduce them here, it was thought more eligible Let me but have the use on 't for a night,
to repeat these few lines, than to suppress the rest And I'll sestore it to its present place."
of the poem.
Canst thou exclude that habitant divine,
Fix'd in my heart these constant truths I bear, To place some meaner idol in her shrine ?
And Ammon cannot write them deeper there. O task, for feeble reason too severe !
Our souls, allied to God, within them feel O lesson, nougat could teach me but despair ! The secret dictates of the almighty will: Must I forbid my eyes that heavenly sight, This is his voice, be this our oracle. They 've view'd so oft with languishing delight? When first his breath the seeds of life instillid, Must my ears shun that voice, whose charming sound all that we ought to know was then reveal'd, Seem'd to relieve, while it increas'd, my wound ? Nor can we think the omnipresent mind
O Waller! Petrarch! you who tun'd the lyre Has truth to Libya's desert sands confin'd, To the soft notes of elegant' desire;
There, known to few, obscur'd, and lost, to lie
Where'er the eye can pierce, the feet can move,
With pious awe to juggling priests repair;
I credit not what lying prophets tell
Death is the only certain oracle.
Cowards and brave must die one destin'd bour DESIGNED TO BE SET UP IN A WOOD AT STOWE. This Jove has told; he needs uot tell us more.
1732. Her wit and beauty for a court were made: But truth and goodness fit her for a shade.
TO MR. GLOVER;
ON HIS POEM OF LEONIDAS.
WRITTEN IN THE YEAR 1734.
Go on, my friend, the noble task pursue,
To vulgar wits inferior themes belong,
But liberty and virtue claim thy song. Say, my Cerinthus, does thy tender breast Yet cease to hope, though grac'd with every charm, Feel the same feverish heats that mine molest? The patriot verse will cold Britannia warm ; Alas! I only wish for health again,
Vainly thou striv'st our languid hearts to raise, Because I think my lover shares my pain : By great examples drawn from better days: For what would health avail to wretched me,
No longer we to Sparta's fame aspire,
What Sparta scorn'd, instructed to admire;
No generous purpose can enlarge the mind,
No social care, no labour for mankind,
Where mean self-interest every action guides, Myself I tortore, while the world I cheat:
In camps commands, in cabinets presides;
Where Luxury consumes the guilty store,
Hence, wretched nation, all thy woes arise, Worthy my heart, as I am worthy thine:
Avow'd corruption, licens'd perjuries, Weakness for thee I will no longer hide;
Eternal taxes, treaties for a day, Weakness for thee is woman's noblest pride.
Servants that rule, and senates that obey.
O people, far unlike the Grecian race,
That suffers public wrongs and public shame, CATO'S SPEECH TO LABIENUS, In council insolent, in action tame!
Say, what is now th' ambition of the great ?
Is it to raise their country's sinking state;
Her load of debt to ease by frugal care,
Her trade to guard, her harass'd poor to spare ! Waat, Labienus, would thy fond desire,
Is it, like honest Somers, to inspire Of hored Jore's prophetic shrine inquire?
The love of laws, and freedom's sacred fire? Whether to seek in arms a glorious doom,
Is it, like wise Godolphin, to sustain Or basely live, and be a king in Rome?
The balanc'd world, and boundless power restrain ? Jf life be nothing more than death's delay; Or is the mighty aim of all their toil, If impious force can honest minds dismay, Only to aid the wreck, and share the spoil ? Or probity may Fortune's frown disdain;
(un each relation, friend, dependant, pour, If well to mean is all that virtue can;
With partial wantonness, the golden shower, And right, dependant on itself alone,
And, fenc'd by strong corruption, to despise Gaiņs no addition from success ? -—'Tis known; An injur'd nation's unavailing cries!
Rouze, Britons, rouze! if sense of shame be weak, | Yet, if to those whom most on Earth he lor'd, Let the loud voice of threatening danger speak.
From whom his pious care is now remov'd, Lo! France, as Persia once, o'er every land
With whom his liberal hand, and bounteous heart, Prepares to stretch her all-oppressing hand.
Shar'd all his little fortune could impart; Shall England sit regardless and sedate,
If to those friends your kind regard shall give A calm spectatress of the general fate;
What they no longer can from his receive;
That, that, ev'n now, above yon starry pole,
EPILOGUE TO LILLO'S ELMERICK.
You, who, supreme o'er every work of wit, Accept this friendly praise; and let me prove
In judgment here, unaw'd, unbiass'd, sit, My heart not wholly void of public love;
The palatines and guardians of the pit; Though not like thee I strike the sounding string
If to your minds this merely modern play
No useful sense, no generous warmth convey ; To notes which Sparta might have deign'd to sing, If fustian here, through each unnatural scene, But, idly sporting in the secret shade,
In strain'd conceils sound high, and nothing mean; With tender trifles soothe some artless maid.
If losty dullness for your vengeance call :
Unlabour'd thoughts and artless words inspire:
The whole appear irregularly great;
If master-strokes the nobler passious move;
Then, like the king, acquit us, and approve.
ON A ROCKY FANCY SEAT.
........... EGO LAVDO RVRIS AMOENI, RIVOS, ET MYSCO CIRVMLITA SAXA NEMVSQVE.
I come not here your candour to implore
Ob! may to-night your favourable doom
TO THE MEMORY OF
IN WHOSE VERSES
AND IN WHOSE MANNERS
OF PASTORAL POETRY,
OF THE ELEGIAC.
' A Doric portico in another part of the park is honoured with the name of Pope's Building, and inscribed, QVIETI ET MYSIS.