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ADDRESSED TO HENRY COWPER, ESQ.
On his emphatical and interesting delivery of the
defence of Warren Hastings, Esq. in the House of Lords.
COWPER, whose silver voice, task'd sometimes hard
Legends prolix delivers in tho cars, (Attentive when thou read'st,) of England's poers, Let verse at longth yield thee thy just reward.
Thou wast not heard with drowsy disregard,
Expending late on all that length of plea
Thy gen'rous pow'rs, but silence honour'd thec, Mute as e'er gaz'd on orator or bard.
Thou art not voice alone, but hast beside
Both heart and head; and couldst with musick sweet
Of Attick phrase and senatorial tone,
Like thy renown'd forefathers, far and wide
Thy famo diffuse, prais’d not for ult'rance mect
Of others' spesch, but niagick of thy own.
Author of " The Botanick Garden"
TWO Poets,* (poets by report,
Not oft so well agree,)
Sweet harmonists of Flora's court!
Conspire to honour Thec.
They best can judge a poet's worth
Who oft themselves have known
The pangs of a poetick birth
By labours of their own.
We therefore pleas'd cxtol thy song
Though various yet complete,
Rich in einbellishıment as strong
And learned as 'tis sweet.
No envy mingles with our praise,
Though, could our hearts repine
At any poet's happier lays,
They would—they must at thine.
But we in mutual bondage knie
Of friendship's closest tie,
Can gaze on even Darwin's wit
With an unjaundic'd eye;
Anil clccm tio Bard, whon'er le bo,
And liowsoever known,
Who would not twine a wreath for 'Thee,
Unworthy of his own. * Alluding to the poem by Mr. Hayley, which accompanied those lincs.
MRS. MONTAGU'S FEATIIER IIANG.
THE Birds put off their ev'ry huo,
To dress a rooni for Montagu.
The Peacock sends his heavenly dyes,
His rainbows and his starry cyes ;
The Pheasant plumes, which round infold
His mantling neck with downy gold ;
The Cock his arch'd tail's azure show ;
And, river-blanch'd, the Swan his snow
All tribes beside of Indian name,
That glossy shino, or vivid Alame,
Where rises and where sets the day,
Whate'er they boast of rich and gay,
Contribute to the gorgeous plan,
Proud to advance it all they can.
This plumage neither dashing show'r,
Nor blasts that shake the dripping bow'r,
Shall drench again or discompose,
But, screen'd from every storm that blows,
It boasts a splendour ever new,
Safe with protecting Montagu.
To this same patroness resort,
Secure of favour at her court,
Strong Genius, from whose forge of thought
Formy rise, to quick perfection wrought,
Which, though new-born, with vigour move,
Like Pallas springing arm'd from Jovo-
sinagination scatt'ring round
Wild roses over furrow'd ground,
Which Labour of his frown beguilo,
And teach Philosophy a smile
Wit flashing on Religion's side,
Whose fires to sacred Truth appliod,
The geni, though luminous before,
Obtrudes on human notice more,
Like sunbeams on the golden height
Of some tall temple playing bright-
Well-tutor'd Learning, from his books
Dismiss'd with grave, not haughty, looks
Their order on his shelves exact,
Not more harmonious or compact
Than that to which he keeps confin'd
The various trcasures of his mind
All these to Montagu's repair,
Ambitious of a shelter there :
There Genius, Learning, Fancy, Wit,
Their ruffled plumage calm refit,
(For stormy troubles loudest roar
Around their flight who highest sour,)
And in her eye, and by her aid,
Shine safe without a fear to fade.
She thus maintains divided sway
With yon bright regent of the day
The plume and poet both, we know,
Their lustre to his influence owe;
And she the works of Phæbus aiding,
Both poet saves and plume from fading.
Supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk, during
his solitary abode on the island of Juan Fernandez.
I AM monarch of all I survey,
My right there is nono to dispute :
From the centre all round to the sea,
I am lord ot' tle fowl and the brute.
O Solitudo ! where are tho clarins
That sages have seon in thy face?
Better dwell in the midst of alarms,
Than reign in this horrible place.
I am out of humanity's reach,
I must finish my journey alone,
Nover hear the sweet musick of speech,
I start at the sound of my own. .
The beasts that roam over the plain,
My form with indifference see ;
They are so unacquainted with man,
Their tameness is shocking to me.
Society, friendship, and love,
Divinelv bestow'd upon man,
O lad I the wings of a dove,
How soon would I taste you again
My sorrows I then might assuage
In the ways of religion and trutlı,
Miyht learn froin the wisdom of ago,
And be cheer'd by the sallies of youth