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Yet warm'd by British heat, and British lays, But when I see true worth conspicuous thine, Thou striv'st to turn thy libel into praise ; I burn to make the bright alliance mine. Thus Egypt's streams in muddy currents run, Superior to the formal world's controul, And ripen into monsters by the sun.

Pride in its charms, and claim a kindred foul; In vain thou’rt sandtify'd with Milton's name, 0! then this token of my zeal receive, Not even Homer should protect thy shame ; For next to merit praises, is to give. In Pope, that mighty Greek thy baseness knows, And Zoilus and Homer ftill were foes,

UPON SEEING A LADY Murderers like thee to an asylum Ay,

At the Mufic-Booth at Sturbridge. Fair. By J. Tayler. Not to show zeal, but hide their infamy : And with convicted villains may'st thou go,

Could these faint numbers glow with equal Guilty of robbery, and murder too;

fire, For trace thy fteps, and presently we find

To that which in his breast the writer feels : The hand that robb’d Pack's garden of the mind;

Could Phæbus like the fair unknown inspire, Murdering each sweet, disguising it for thine,

And verse, but emulate the flame it tells, And making mortal what he made divine. The lover some success had found, and the

Been known to fame, though lost to love and me. ON HIS MISTRESS'S FAVOURS.

Wound not that love with too severe a name,

Which was not chance, but paffion in excess, Like Alexander, Cælia spreads her power,

Conceal'd the shaft from whence the arrow Like him, she makes the vafsal world adore;

came, But, ah! like him, to soothe a proud defire, First conquers towns, then sets those towns on fire. Strikes not the lightning with a fate as true,

My hopes may be, but not my anguilh less :

Though bafflcd reason wonder'd whence it few.
TO MR. POPE.

If not in pity to your lover's woes,
Dear Sir,
And sure that sond, familiar name,

For your own fake, at least, yourself reveal,

Left when I die, and thou the latent cause, May hint, that friendship is my gen'rous aim; O then this frankness of my heart excuse,

You lose a triumph you deserve so well; And with a smile confirm the blushing muse ;

Nay, ev'n repaid with all my fuff'rings be, Ambitious hope! yet say, to bless our eyes,

And envy'd by my fallif known, I fall by thee. Thy mighey Homer should again arise,

Yet more—a thousand loves may lurk behind, 'Would it thou not pant, the wondrous man to see?

And half the course of glory yet to run; Speak from thy inmost soul!--- then censure me ! A flowing wit, difcreet, and beauteous mind, And as alufi in laurell'd state you sit,

May crown the conquest which your eyes And view below the subjec fons of wit;

begun; 0, teach ihose arduous ways through which you

Nor hid nie dread the thousand deaths in store, came,

I look’d, I figh'd, and lov'd-and was undone be

fore! 'And lead her through the flowery paths of fame. A child, as yet, no certain steps the takes,

In vain I, midnight-anchorite, must boast But now and then a wild excursion makes;

Of rugged maxims, and pedantic rules, Mocks the grave dictates of her guardian art, For what is life, if best enjoyment loft Sıcals from her sight, and plays a wanton's part. In the dull mazes of insipid schools? Though cross'd myself in every glorious aim, Love, must refine what science scarce began, 'Tis hope, at least, to be ally'd to fame.

And mould the letter'd favage into man.
And whilst the witty and the fair conimend,
It hints fome merit to be cali'd thy friend.

Let lazy hermits dream in college-cells
Fir'd at that word, against my fate I'll strive,

Severely great, and indolently good, And dare to emulate that praise I'd give.

Whose frozen breasts such glimm’ring rapture

fells, What though I fail the bold attempt to gain, Nean were the thought to think it made in vain.

As lifeless, dull platonics understood. The richest ore shines useless unreveald,

Go, tell that doating sage, who looks on thee And Imaileft talents should not be conceal'd.

With Plato's eyes, may question if he fee. For, sure the muse that gen'rous verse inspires, Judge now my passion by severet truth, Which friendship didates, and affection fires;

And read whac rig'rous joftice cannot blame Warm’d by a faint reflexion of thy flame,

If I have err'd, inform a willing youth, My bolom kindles at immortal fame;

At left, mistaken only was my flame. But well I know the rashness of my youth,

Was love a crime? then teach me to adore, Perhaps these lines confirm the fatal truth! And zcal shall be what passion was before. No fordid views could ever yet seduce, The virgin chasteness of my youthful muse;

TO A LADY, Let venal bards in ftatc-promotion play, *There sport like atoms in the stream of day.

TIAT SENT ME A FLOWERED CAP. I never made a wealthy id:ot laugh,

What flowers of rhet'ric can I use Or Ifracl-like ador'd a golden calf ;

These brighter flowers to commend?

What gift, or present, can I choose,

A mufe, bereft of every worldly view !...
Equivalent to send ?

Unknown she comes--- but ther the comes to you! I've search'd the muses fertile field,

And, if a stranger's soul diftrefful, high,
But searching no where can find such,

Tuu'd by kind Tyinpathy, our souls reply;
Nor even nacure's self can yield,

Explore the cause through a long train of ills,
What I admire so much.

And, pitying share those woes the sufferer feels

The loss of fortune, friends, or fame divine, ---
This token, o'er my temples spread,

O grievous loss! and must I call it mine!
A double power does impart;

And must I still reflect those happier hours,
For as it gently warms my head,

When, peaceably retird, in Granta's bowers
It fires my bleeding heart.

Uay, the pleasing paths to learning plann'd,
But let the blust'ring storms engage,

And, Moles-like, just saw the promis'd land. The ruffling winds blow high;

Just saw--but, O my foul! Give to mourn Thus arm'd l'll mock their empty rage,

The joyous scene, that can no more recurn! And every blast defy.

Distress !--and have my boundless griefs reveal'} Like the bold Grecian chief I land,

The thought--ambition labouring had conceal'd!

In vain, for when we di&ate from the heart,
In arms superior shine ;
Like his, they boast an heavenly hand,

Nature will speak at every pause of art;
But skill, much more divine !

And like a bathful virgin, half expreit

In spite of all the woman, hluth the rest He did not fear a wound, 'tis true,

Though pangful-martyrs smile upon their grief From none, except the deities:

To man, yet tigh to him, who sends relief. And I'm invulnerable too,

Whence then, my muse, thy bluih, and why thy, To all-except my Laura's eyes.

tears,

'Tis not the world-alleviate thy fears ;
TO MRS. MARY FREWEN,

Remember well, that virtue ftill the same,
UPON HER HAVING THE SMALL-POX.

Sounds the foft earnest of immortal fame!
Les other's pensive o'er their mirrors trace,

Though want itself might feed her famith'd eye,

And surrow sweeten into harmony? The beauteous ruins of a former face;

O how I long to change this mournful strain, Nor for thy beauties, lovely maid repine,

But when fate frowns, the muses smile in vain! Thy beauties mingled in a mould divine, Can but endure a momentary pain,

Doom'd by the sad severity of fate,

And must I bound my glory with my hate ! And like all heavenly substance heal again.

It must be fo--like Noah's dove dillrelt,
And see thy dangers, and our fears are o'er, In vain I wander up and down for rest,
Hearts pant, fighs heave, and forrow streamis no From (pray to spray I traverse every tree,
more!

And offer up my greenest branch to thec?
A: gold by purging flame still clearer glows,
As virtue from affliction brighter grows,

To the Right Honourable
Sweet e'en in griefs, and e'en in pangs ferene,

THE LORD CARTERET.
Dawn the dear glories of Euphrenia's mien;
Dear to the muse, who trembling spreads her

Witi an indulgent smile, my Lord, excuse
wings,

This fadly true prediction of the muse; To Irowd the lover, as her poet fings;

And may this single specimen of woe But as he loves, alas ! he fings in vain,

Speak for the rest, and all its author fhow ; When beauty's in aMiction, every strain.

Nor blushing let me mourn my youthful hours, When every charm a thousand charms resumes,

As vainly spent in the Parpallian bowers. And fair as Eden, from confusion blooms,

By nature prompted and a llave to fate, Raptur'd he stands, and boldly dares divine,

I trove to please the witty and the great ; I low to an angel thou must once refine.

Prefuniptuous hence, nor without hepes I come

To you, and from your taste await my doom ; TO THE COUNTESS OF HERTFORD,

From thence inplore the fanction of your name,

To be my passport through the gates of fame. MADAM,

So, miners, firit the bullion ore refine, 15 the following lines, the result of my misfor Then beg their monarch's Namp, to make it cur. eunes this morning, can engage your lady ship's en

rent coin. couragement to the poems I propose afterwards, it will be no small recommendation to their public ap

A HARVEST SCENE. pearance; and, a very great favour to their author,

BEHOLD-
Your Ladyship’s moft devoted,

The green fields yellowing into corny gold! and most humble servant,

Wbite o'er their ranks, an old man halt appears, WILLIAM PATTISOX.

How hale he looks, though hoar'd with seventy

years; AIR patroness of gentle arts excuse, tis rude addrefs of an unhappy muse;

* The bour glass puljoined to lis propofile.

His prospect mounts, flow-pac'd, he strives to What intermingled multitudes arose, climb,

Lords, parsons, lawyers, baronets, and beaux, And seems some ancient monument of time; Fops, coxcombs, cits, and knaves of ev'ry class, Propt o'er his staff the reverend father stands, While some the better half, fonie wholly als, And views heaven's blessings with uplifted hands; On either side bewailing suppliants stand, [hand. Gleeful in heart computes the year's increase, Speak with their looks, and stretch their wither's And portions out, in thought, his homely race, In feeble accents supplicate relief, His homely race before, his hopes improve, And by their sorrows multiply my grief, And labour in obedience for his love;

Mov'd by their wants, my fortune i doplore, Sweepy they cut, then bind the sheafy-grain, And deal a cribute from my flender store. And bend beneath the burthen of the plain; With joy, the favour they receive, and pray, His cheerful eyes, with silent praises crown That God, the bounceous blessing, may repay ; Their toils, and smile at vigour once his own; Thus providently wise, the lab'ring (wain Till the mid-fun to second nature's call,

O'er the plough'd furrows strews the fertile grain: Noon-marks the distant steeple’s ivy'd wall, The grateful plain o'er-pays his bounteous care, Thence warn’d, he waves his arms, with giddy with cenfold blellings, and a golden year. hafte,

Now lost in thought, I wander up and down The circling summons to a cool repaste.

Of all unknowing, and to all unknown;

Try in each place, and ransack ev'ry news,
EFFIGIES AUTHORIS.

To find some friend, some patron of the muse : OPPRESS'D with griefs, with poverty, and scorn, But where? or whom? alas ! I search in vain, Of all forsaken, and of all forlorn,

The fruitless labour only gives me pain ;
What shall I do? or whither shall I Aie?

But soon each pleasing prospect fades away,
Or what kind ear will hear the muse's cry? And with my money all my hopes decay..
With restless heart from place to place I roam, But now the sun diffus'd a fainter ray,
A wretched vagrant deftitute of home ;
Driv’n from fair Granta's fhade by fortune's frown,

And falling dews bewail'd the falling day,

When to St. James's park my way I took, I came to court the flatt'rer in the town. 'Three tedious days derain'd me on the road,

Solenın in pace, and sadden'd in my look : Whilst the winds whistled, and the torrents flow'd, For gnawing hunger on my vitals prey'd;

On the firli bench my wearied bones I laid,
On my devoted head the gusty breeze,

There faint in melancholy mood I sate,
Shook the collected tempeft, from the trees;
For shelter to the shades, I ran in vain,

And meditated on my future fate.
The shades deceitful delug'd me with rain ;

Nights sable vapours now the trees invade, Thus when fate frowns upon our happier days,

And gloomy darkness deepen'd ev'ry shade;

And now, ah! whither shall the helpless fly, Our friend, perhaps, our bosom friend betrays : But as vicillitudes controul our face,

From the nocturnal horrors of the sky; And griefs and joys maintain a doubtful fate,

With empty rage my cruel fate I curse,

While falling tears bedew my meagre purse; So now the sun's emerging orb appears,

What shall i do? or whither shall I run?
And with the spongy clouds dispels my fears,
In tears the transient tempefts flits away,

How 'scape the threat'ning fate I cannot hun; And all the blue expansion flames with day,

There, trembling cold, and motionless I lay, My gazing eyes o'er pleasing prospeas roll,

Till Deep beguild the tumults of the day. And look away the sorrows of my soul,

“ Yet though this mortal body was resign'd, Pleas'd at each view, fome rueful thought to draw,

“ Tormenting objects terrified my mind, · And moralize on every scene I saw;

“ Despairing forms too dreadful for the light,

“ Danc'd on my eyes, and play'd before my fight; Here, with inviting pride blue mountains rise,

“ Here worn with forrow, poverty appear'd, Like joys more pleasant to our distant eyes; In golden waves, there tides of harvest flow,

“ Jo cv'ry ghafly form by mortals fear'd: Whilt idle poppies intermingling grow,

“ And now to make my wants the more deplorid, How like their brother fops an empty show!

“ Prepar'd a plenteous table richly for'd.

“ My hand I stretch'd impatient of delay, In every both the warbling birds advance,

" When lo! the fi&ious treat dissolv'd away, Sing to the fun, and on the branches dance;

Despair arose, and shook a deadly dart,
No grief, no cares perplex their souls with strife,
Like bards they live a poor but merry life;

« Then aim'd the thirsty arrow at my heart;

“ Inly I quiver'd, trembled for my life, In every place alike their fortunes lie,

“ Loit in tumultuous agony and grief. Both live in want, and unregarded die. With like concern they meet approaching death, “ But now a kind, though visionary shade In prison, or in fields, resign their breath; “ Gleam'd through the gloom, and brighten'd all Musing, I saw the fate I could not shun,

" the glade, Shook my grave head, and pensive travellid on: “ On its fair head a branching laurel grew, But as Augusta's wish'd-for domes arise,

“ And though before unseen, the form I knew; Peep o'er the clouds, and dance before my eyes. “ While thus it spoke-poor youth, thy fate ! What thoughts, what tcmults fill'd my lab'ring

“ mourn, To be cànceiv'd alone, but not exprefs d'; [breate', / " And weeping make thy miseries my own :

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“ But patiently resign-I bring relief,

Ambitious of attaining endless fame, For as I caus'd, 'cis just, I cure thy grief. At first, by study thought to raise his name; " Then hear-when morning's beamy rays arise, For this, by day, the plodding pedant por'd ; “ And fhnot refulgent glories through the skies; For this, by night, o'er sacred lages snor'd; “ To Chiswick's pleasurable bowers repair, But when he found his dull attempts were vain, " To guide your wand'ring path be Thames's care; / And nature gave him too much tongue for brain : “ In those fair hospitable fhades you'll find, Thinks he the painter shall these honours give, “ Great Burlington, the muse's surelt friend : And make this face, at least, in colours live, “ Fam'd Burlington, as humble as he's great, Quick as his word, the seeds of fame arise, " Pride of the court, and bulwark of the state ; And lo! the mimic monster strikes our eyes! " To him this visionary tale disclose,

So like! so just the living copy too, “ His soul will mele in pity at your woes. For both were made for nothing but for show! “ To him return your long neglected lyre, O may their fates to the fame end be turn'd, “ And let his virtues every line inspire ;"

May both be hang'd, and when decay'd, both Farewell it said-when as the morn appear'd,

burn'd!
To the warm rays my dewy head I rear'd,

ON CRASSUS,
Amaz’d, half drowsy, waken'd in a fright,
1 ponder'd on the vilion of the night;

Dull magisterial fool, forbear
When thoughtless in my pocket I revealed,

To spit thy pointless venom here;
A latent fxpence happily conceald,

To more exalted glories born,
Surpris'd with transport stood my brilled hair,

Thy mcan indignities I scorn; On wings I feem'd to fly, and tread in air :

Secure of fame, I boalt my lays, To the first house I took my speedy flight,

While Pope, while Pack, or Congreve praise ; There wrote this recent vision of the night;

Let these but favour what I write, The wond'rous tale in snowy foldings bound,

And damn'd like thee, be all thy ipite : Then seal'd the passport with a waxen wound.

No more shall duty force my lays, When prompted by my genius, swift as thought,

To gild thy vanities with praise; To Chiswick's bowers my rucsul fory brought;

If e'er again my colours strive, Where now with doubtsul hopes, and fears, I wait

To make thy painter's daubings live;
Your bounteous lordship's pleasure at your gate.

May fate, and ev'ry niuse combine,
W. Pattison.

To blast me, and the vile design;
In short, may heav'n, and all agree,

To make me such an als as thee.
ON A GENTLEMAN'S PICTURE.
Poets and painters rival glories claim,

WOMEN AND WINE:
Alike their labours, and alike their fame;

AN EPIORAM.
Appelles by a Homer's thoughts design'd,
And Homer was the picture of his mind :

'Twas a doubt in debate among sages of yore, From both the same immortal wonders rise,

Whether women or wine had more absolute power; At once in speaking to our ears, and eyes;

Now had I been the judge when the matter was The pencil's art, a seeming likeness gives,

done, But by the pen alone, that likeness lives;

Not one had been wiser than when it begun; For time, that makes those colours fainter show,

For how can man tell which the strongeli to call, Cives life to there, and makes them brighter grow.

When with the same ease both can give him a fall?
But your's, bold artist", claim a longer date,

AD CÆLUM.
The great original preserves their fate;
To fucure fame transmit the finith'd piece,

Good Heaven ! this mystery of life explain,
And boast a perfect parallel with Greece;

Nor let me think I bear the load in vain;
Nor boast too much—for though the face we find, ! Left with the tedious paffage cheerless grown,
We lose the noble image of the mind :

Urg'd by despair a throw the burden down.
Tis ours to draw the manners, yours the men,
And painting's but the shadow of the pen :

FESTUM LUSTRALE,
Yet happy in your art, 0, bless your fate!

SIVE BAPTIZATIO RUSTICA.
T'is honour here enough to imitate ;
Whilst we, confounded by your skilful hand,

SOLENNEs ricus puerumq. aspergine lymphæ I hink the draught lives, and fix'd like pidures Hinc canere incipimus, faveat Diana canenti,

Sacratum fuperis, obstetricemq. facetam, tand.

Tuq. harum adjutrix curarum, et confcia Juno. VERSES

Jam decima humentes Aurora fugaverat Umbras By way of contrast to be foregoing Copy, and wrote up. Nec n:ora vicini coeune, jam debita ventri

Ex quo maternis infans vagisset in uinis, on tbe jame occafiori.

Pars puerum faerà properant conspergere lymphî. Crassus, the dullest, most pedantic fool, Interea pendent "pera interrupta, ligoq. That ever hummid o'er jargon in a school, Stat medio dcfixus agro, spinosaq. fepes

Semiputata manus Agrestis poscit, at ille : Tetbe painter.

Ooij

Jam parat ut sociis cultus conviva colonis Exacuit, multa abiiftit sciotilla metallo,
Interfit, juvat hinc disponere in ordine crines. Fervet opus fuavi redolet nidore culina.
Compofitum conjux aptat collare marito;

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Miftaq. colloquiis puerilibus ofcula figai, Matronae fpectant puerum, juvat ora fueri Vos multi pueri, multæ fprevere puellæ ; It versare manu, nalumq. agn«scere patris, Dum luget vacuos prudens matrona penates, Ilajorumq. genas, et blandos matris ocellos. O utinam fegnes lex puniat æqua maritos!

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Siccat, et hoc haustu nondum satiata rccedit Altera fpes aviæ surgas, meliora parente

Interiore domo, matresq. oble&at hiantes Arva colas, mediâq. olim lu&tator arena,

Secreta obfcuris pandens mysteria verbis, Subverlas juvenes, tum parto indute galero

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siet dunius, et dimili trondelcat prole quotannis!

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