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Whose Mufe ftill offers at thy sacred shrine ;- Which now in foothing murmurs whisp'ring
Wat’ring with genial waves the fragrant soil, 0, sweet FORGETFULNESS, supreme
Now rolls adown the mountain's steepy fides, Rule supine o'er ev'ry theme,
Teaching the vales full beauteously to smile,
Nor let MEM'Ry steal one note,
With skilful fingers sweep the trembling itring i
The air in silence liftens to the song,
And Time forgets to ply his lazy wings;
Pale-visag'd CARE,with foul unhallow'd feet, O come! with opiate poppies crown'd,
Attempts the summit of the hill to gain, Shedding Numbers soft around!
Necan the hag arrive the blissful feat; O come! Fat GODDESS, drunk with Lau- Her unavailing strength is spent in vain, reat's Sack!
CONTENT fits on the top, and mocks her empts See where she fits on the benumbid Torpedo's pain.
Oft PHOLBUS self left his divine abode,
And here enshrouded in a lady bow'r,
Regardless of his state, lay'd by the God,
And own'd sweet Music's more alluring pow's.
On either fide was plac'd a peerless wight, Wrapt in the darker strains of Johnny-;
Whose merit long had fill the trump of Fame; Or, If He sing, whose verse affords
This, Fancy's darling child, was SPINSLA A bevy of the choiceft worús,
hight, Who meets his Lady Muse by moss-grown cell, Who pip'd full pleasing on the banks of Tame; Adorn'd with epithet and tinklir.g bell :
That no less fam'd than He, and MILTON was his
With all the dearth of Modern Wit!
In these cool bow'rs they live supinely calm ;
Of jousts and cournaments, and champions strong ; THE PROGRESS OF ENVY.
Now Milton sung of disobedient man,
And Eden loft: The bards around them throng,
Drawn by the wond'rous magic of their princes' song WRITTEN IN THE YEAR. 1751.
Whatever Spirits rove in earth or air,
With careful eye each realm she did explore,
For happiness, alas ! was now no more,
At length, on bleft Parnafsus seated high,
Full fast unto her sister did she post,
There to unload the venom of her breast,
Sith others were of happiness pofseft:
Whose love-lick breezes all around her play'd
Within the covert of a gloomy wood,
Where fun'ral cypress star-proof branches spread,
O'ergrown with tangling briers a cavern stood :
Fit place for melancholy * dreary-head.
Which on fell rancour ever was y bent,
Her heart pursued spite with black intent,
Ne could her iron mind at human woes relent.
In Aowing sable itole she was yclad,
Which with her countenance did well accord;
Forth from her mouth, like one through grief
A ghaftly grin and eyes asquint, display
The rancour which her hellith thoughts contain,
She rais'd or joy, or caus'd the deep-felt groan,
Along the floor black loathsome toads still trawl,
Their gullets swell’d with poison's mortal bane,
Whom hapless fortune leads too near her den i
Arour.d her waist, in place of filken zone,
Müffles in pitchy veil his radiant head,
Impatient Envy, through th' ætherial waste, XII.
With inward venom fraught, and deadly spite,
Unto this cavern steer'd her panting haste.
Enshrouded in a darksome veil of night.
And fell destruction sparkled in her look,
A-while contending paffions utt'rance choke,
* Dreary-head. Gloominels. + Hardy-headi Courage.
Aloft in air the rattling chariot flies,
While thunder harshly grates upon its wheels; No more our empire Thou and I can boast,
Black pointed spires of smoke around them rises Sith mortal man now gains immortal praise,
The air depress'd unusual burthen feels ;
They spur their fiery dragons on amain,
Until the wish'd-for region they obtain, This SPENSER hight, that MILTON, well 1 And land their dingy car on Caledonian plain.
ween! Who can behold unmoy'd like heart tormenting
XXIV. fcene ?
Here, eldest son of MALICE, long had dwelt XIX.
A wretch of all the joys of life forlorn;
His fame 0:1 double fallities was built: Sifter, arise ' ne let our courage droop,
(Ah! worthlefs son, of worthless parent born!) Perforce we will compel these mortals own,
Under the shew of semblance fair, he veil'd That mortal force unto our force shall stoop ;
The black intentions of his hellish breast; Envy and MALICE then shall reign alone : And by these guileful means he more prevail'd Thou best has known to file thy tongue with lies, Than had he open enmity profeft; And to deceive mankind with specious bait : The wolf more safely wounds when in sheep's cloath. Like TRUTH accoutred, spreadest forgeries,
ing drest, The fountain of contention and of hate ;
XXV. Arise, unite with me, and be as whilom great!
Him then themselves atween they joyful place, XX.
(Sure sign of woc when such are pleas'd, alas !)
Then measure back the air with swifter pace, The Fiend obey'd, and with impatient voice- Until they reach the foot of Mount Parnals. “ Tremble, ye bards, within that blissful seat ;
Hither in evil hour the monsters came, “ Malice and Envy shall o'erthrow your joys,
And with their new companion did alight, “ Nor PHOEBUS self shall our designs defeat.
Who long had lost all sense of virtuous shame, “ Shall We, who under friendship's feigned veil,
Beholding worth with poisonous despight; ☆ Prompted the bold archangel to rebel ; On his success depends their impious delight. « Shall We, who under show of sacred zeal, « Plung'd half the pow'rs of heay'n in lowest
XXVI. hell Such yile disgrace of us no mortal man fhall tell. Long burnt He fore the summit to obtain,
And spread his venom o'er the blissful feat; XXI.
Long burnt He fore, but still He burnt in vain ;
Mote none come there, who come with impious And now, more hideous rendered to the light,
feet. By reason of her raging cruelty,
At length, at unawares, he out doth spit She burnt to go, equipt in dreadful plight,
That spite which else had to himself been bane ; And find fit engine for her forgery.
The venom on the brea! of Milton lit, Her eyes inflam'd did cast their rays askance, And spread benumbing death thro' every vein ; While hellith imps prepare the monster's car,
The Bard of life bereft sell senseless on the plain, In which she might cut through the wide expanse, And find out nations that extended far,
XXVII. When all was pitchy dark, ne twinkled one þright llar
As at the banquet of Thyestes old,
The sun is said thave shut his radiant eye,
So did he now through grief his beame with-hold,
And darkness to be felt o'erwhelm'd the sky; Black was her chariot, drawn by dragons dire,
Forth issued from their dismal dark abodes And each fell serpent had a double tongue,
The birds attendant upon hideous night, Which ever and anon spit flaming fire,
Shriek-owls and ravens, whose fell croaking The regions of the tainted air among;
bodes A lofty feat the fifter-monsters bore,
Approaching death to miserable wight : In deadly machinations close combin'd, Did never mind of man behold like dreadful fight? Dull Folly drove with terrible uproar, And cruel DışCORD follow'd fast behind;
APOLLO wails his darling done to die
Heary PARNASSUS beats his aged breast, But peace! the gentle prologue custom sends,
Our author Aies, but with no partial aim,
In nature's volume to the general eye.
Books too he read, nor blush'd to use their store.
He does but what his betters did before.
Shakspeare has done it, and the Grecian stage
Caughe truth of character from Homer's page.
If in his scenes an honest skill is shewn,
And borrowing little, much appears his own ;
If what a master's happy pencil drew
He brings more forward, in dramatic view;
To your decision he submits his cause,
Secure of candour, anxious for applause.
But if all rude, his artless scenes deface
The simple beauties which he meant to grace;
If, an invader upon others' land,
And give to Blockheads past one Blockhead more,
Ne half so fair at distance seen as nigh;
, DER die.
T 0 THE
Each eager breast beats high for glorious fame,
Thus, with Augustus rofe imperial Rome,
For arms renown'd abroad, for arts at home.
GARBICK. Thus, when Eliza fill'd Britannia's throne,
What arts, what learning was not then our own ?
Then finew'd Genius, strong and nervous rose,
On Bacon's lips then every science hung,
And Nature fpoke from her own Shakspeare's tongue,
Her patriot smiles fell, like refreshing dews,
To wake to life each pleasing useful Muse,
While every virtue which the Queen profess'd,
Beam'd on her subjects, but to make them blest.
O glorious times !- theme of praise divine ! 'Tis Passion, Pathos, Character, Sublime !
-Be happy, Britain, then--such times are thine. What round big words had fwell’d the pompous scene,
Behold e'en now strong science imps her wing,
And arts revive beneath a Patriot Kink,
The Muses too burst forth with double light,
His cheering smiles alike to all extend
And when a Prince, with early judgment grac'd,
Himself thall marshal out the way to taste,
N Nor to the fabled Sikers Nine;
OR at Apollo's vaunted thrine,
Offers the youth his ineffectual vow,
When at Eliza's sacred name
Each breaft receives the present flame :
While eager genius plumes herinfant wings,
And with bold impulse strikes the accordant strings,
Reflecting on the crouded linc
Of mitred sages, bards divine,
Of patriots, active in their country's cause,
Who plan her councils, or direct her laws. Yet, Oye mighty Sirs, of judgment chaste,
Oh Memory! how thou lov't to stray,
Delighted, o'er the flow'ry way
Of childhood's greener years! when simple youth Kind social chorus, which all humours meets,
'Tis then the souls congenial meet, And fings and dances up and down the streets.
Inspir'd with friendship's genuine heat,
Ere intereft, frantic zeal, or jealous art,
'Twas here in many an early itrain
When Busby's skill and judgment sage,
Repress’d the poet's frantic rage, No features then the Poet's mind would trace,
Cropt his luxuriance bold, and blended taught But onc black vizor blot out all the face.
The flow of numbers with the strength of thought O! glorious times, when actors thus could ftrike, Expreslive, inexpressive, all alike !
Nor, Cowley, be thy Muse forgot! which Arays Lefs change of face than in our punch they faw, In wits ambiguous flowery maze, For punch can roll his eyes, and wag his jaw ; With many a pointed turn and studied art : With one set glare they mouth'd the rumbling verse ; Though affectation blot thy rhyme, Our Gog and Magog look not half so fierce ?
Thy mind was lofty and sublime,
And manly honour dignified thy heart : Yet, though depriv'd of inftruments like these, Though fond of wit, yet firm to virtue's plan, Nature, perhaps, may find a way to please ; The Poet's trifles, ne'er disgrac'd the Man. Which, wheresoe'er the glows with genuine Aame, In Greece, in Rome, in England, is the same. Well might thy morals sweet engage
Th'attention of the Mitred Sage, Of raillery then, ye modern wits, beware,
Smit with the plain fimplicity of truth, Nor damn the Grecian poet for the player.
For not ambition's giddy strife, Theirs was the skill, with honett help of art,
The gilded toys of public life, To win, by just degree, the yielding heart,
Which snare the gay unstable youth, What if our Shakspeare claims the magic throne,
Cou'd lure Thee from the saber charms, And in one instant makes us all his own ;
Which lapt thee in retirement's arms, They differ only in one point of view,
Whence Thou, untainted with the pride of States For Shakspeare's sature, was their nature too. Coud'it smile with pity on the bustling Great.
Such were Eliza's fans. Her fort'ring care-
-Ne'er may her youth degenerate Ahame :
Such as inspir'd her bards of old,