From his broad bosom life and verdure flings, * [The following couplet, which was intended to have been introduced in the poem on the Alliance of Education and Government, is much too beautiful to be lost. - Mason, vol. iii., p. 114.] When Love could teach a monarch to be wise, STANZAS TO MR. BENTLEY. A FRAGMENT. IN silent gaze the tuneful choir among, Half pleased, half blushing, let the Muse admire, See, in their course, each transitory thought The tardy rhymes that used to linger on, To censure cold, and negligent of fame, In swifter measures animated run, And catch a lustre from his genuine flame. Ah! could they catch his strength, his easy grace, His quick creation, his unerring line, But not to one in this benighted age That burns in Shakspeare's or in Milton's page, As when conspiring in the diamond's blaze, And dazzle with a luxury of light. Enough for me, if to some feeling breast * * * SKETCH OF HIS OWN CHARACTER. WRITTEN IN 1761, AND FOUND IN ONE OF HIS POCKET-BOOKS. Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune, He had not the method of making a fortune: Could love, and could hate, so was thought somewhat odd; No very great wit, he believed in a God: A post or a pension he did not desire, But left church and state to Charles Townshend and Squire. AMATORY LINES. WITH beauty, with pleasure surrounded, to languish Sighs sudden and frequent, looks ever dejected — SONG. THYRSIS, when we parted, swore And the bud that decks the thorn? Idle notes! untimely green! Why this unavailing haste? Speak not always winter past. Cease, my doubts, my fears to move, TOPHET. AN EPIGRAM. THUS Tophet looked; so grinned the brawling fiend, Hosannas rung through hell's tremendous borders, IMPROMPTU, SUGGESTED BY A VIEW, IN 1766, OF THE SEAT AND RUINS OF A OLD, and abandoned by each venal friend, On this congenial spot he fixed his choice; Earl Goodwin trembled for his neighboring sand; Here sea-gulls scream, and cormorants rejoice, Here reign the blustering North and blighting East, Here mouldering fanes and battlements arise, "Ah!" said the sighing peer, "had Bute been true, Nor Mungo's, Rigby's, Bradshaw's friendship vain, Far better scenes than these had blest our view, And realized the beauties which we feign: 66 Purged by the sword, and purified by fire, Then had we seen proud London's hated walls Owls would have hooted in St. Peter's choir, And foxes stunk and littered in St. Paul's." THE CANDIDATE : OR, THE CAMBRIDGE COURTSHIP. WHEN sly Jemmy Twitcher had smugged up his face, "Lord! sister," says Physic to Law, "I declare, No- at our time of life 't would be silly, my dear.” "I don't know," says Law, "but methinks for his look, 'T is just like the picture in Rochester's book; |