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Quoth one,' A rarer man than you
• In pulpit none shall hear :
• You sell it plaguy dear.'
O why are farmers made so coarse,
Or clergy made so fine?
May kill a sound divine.
Then let the boobies stay at home;
'Twould cost him, I dare say, Less trouble taking twice the sum, Without the clowns that
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 the earg
(Attentive when thou read’st) of England's peers, Let verse at length yield thee thy just reward.
Thou wast not heard with drowsy disregard,
Expending late on all that length of plea
Thou art not voice alone, but hast beside
Both heart and head : and couldst with music sweet
Of Attic phrase and senatorial tone,
ADDRESSED TO DR. DARWIN,
Author of « The Botanic Garden.'
Two Poets* (poets, by report,
Not oft so well agree),
Conspire to honour Thee.
They best can judge a poet's worth,
Who oft themselves have known
By labours of their own.
We therefore, pleased, extol thy song,
Though various, yet complete,
And learned as 'tis sweet.
No envy mingles with our praise,
Though, could our hearts repine
They would-they must at thine.
But we, in mutual bondage knit
Of friendship's closest tie,
With an unjaundiced eye;
And howsoever known,
Unworthy of his own.
* Alluding to the poem by Mr. Hayley, which accompanied these lines.
MRS. MONTAGU'S FEATHER
HANGINGS. The birds put off their every hue, To dress a room for Montagu.
The Peacock sends his heavenly dyes, His rainbows and his starry eyes; 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 shine, or vivid flame, 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 shower, Nor blasts, that shake the dripping bower, Shall drench again or discompose, But, screen'd from every storm that blows, It boasts a splendour ever new, Safe with protecting Montagu.
To the same patroness resort, Secure of favour at her court, Strong Genius, from whose forge of thought Forms rise, to quick perfection wrought, Which, though new-born, with vigour move, Like Pallas springing arm’d from Joven Imagination scattering round Wild roses over furrow'd ground, Which Labour of his frown beguile, And teach Philosophy a smile Wit flashing on Religion's side, Whose fires, to sacred Truth applied, The gem, though luminous before, Obtrude on human notice more,
Like sunbeams on the golden height
She thus maintains divided sway
Supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk, during his solitary
abode in the island of Juan Fernandez.
I am monarch of all I survey,
My right there is none to dispute ;
I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
That sages have seen in thy face?
Than reign in this horrible place.
I am out of humanity's reach,
I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music 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.
III. Society, friendship, and love,
Divinely bestow'd upon man, 0, had 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 truth, Might learn from the wisdom of age,
And be cheer'd by the sallies of youth.
Religion! What treasure untold
Resides in that heavenly word!
Or all that this earth can afford.
These valleys and rocks never heard,
Or smiled when a sabbath appear'd.
Ye winds, that have made me your sport,
Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial, endearing report
Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends do they now and then send
A wish or a thought after me? O tell me I yet have a friend,
Though a friend I am never to see.