Imágenes de páginas

Luctus et ultrices posuene cubilia Curae;
lntus habent dulces Risus, et Gratiae sedem,
Et roseis resupina toris, roseo ore Voluptas:
Rcgibus hue faciles aditus; communia spemunt
Ostia, jamque expers duris custodibus istis
Panditur accessus, penetraliaque intima Templi.

Tuque Oh! Angliacis, Princeps, spes optima regnis,
Ne tantum, ne finge metum; quid imagine captus
Haeres, et mentem pictura pascis inani?
Umbrara miraris: nee longum tempus,et ipsa
Ibit in amplexus, thalamosque ornabit ovantes.
Ille tamen tabulis inhians longum haurit amorem,
Affatu fruitur tacito, auscultatque tacentem
Immemor artificis calami, risumque, ruboremque
Aspicit in fucis, pictaeque in virginis ore:
Tanta Venus potuit; tantus tenet error amantes.

Nascere, magna Dies, qua sese Augusta Britanno
Committat Pelago, patriamque relinquat amoenam j
Cujus in adventum jam nunc tria regna secundos
Attolli in plausus, dulcique accensa furore
Incipiunt agitare modos, etcarmina dicunt:
Ipse animo sedenim juvenis comitatur euntem
Explorat ventos, atque auribus aera captat,
Atque auras, atque astra vocat crudelia; pectui
Intentum exultat, surgitque arrecta cupido;
Incusat spes aegra fretum, solitoque videtur
Latior effundi pontus, fructusque morantes.

Nascere, Lux major, qua sese Augusta Britanno
Committat juveni totam, propriamque dicabit;
At citius (precor) Oh! cedas melioribus astris:
Nox finem pompae, finemque imponere curis
Possit, et in thalamos furtim deducere nuptam;
Sufliciat requiemque viris, et amantibus umbras|
Adsit Hymen, et subridens cum matre Cupido
Accedant, stemantque toros, ignemque ministrent;
Uicet haud pictae incandescit imaginae forinae
Ulterius juvenis, verumque agnoscit amorem.

Sculptile sicut ebur, faciemque arsisse venustam
Pygmaliona canunt; ante hanc suspiria ducit,
Alloquiturque amens, flammamque et vulnera narrat j
Implorata Venus jussit cum vivere signum,
Fceminaeam inspirans animam ; quae gaudia surgunt,
Audiit ut prima? nascentia murmura linguae,
Luctari in vitam, et paulatim volvere ocellos
Sedulus, aspexitque nova splendescere namma;
Corripit amplexu viveim, jamque oscula jungit
Acria confestim, recipitque rapitque ; prions
Iminemor ardoris, Nymphaeque oblitus eburnae.

Tho. Gray, Pet. Col)


Thyrsis, when he left me, swore
In the Spring he would return.

Ah! what means the op'ning flower?
And the bud that decks the thorn?

'Twas the nightingale that sung!

Twas the lark that upward sprungf

Idle notes! untimely green!

Why such unavailing haste?
Gentle gales and sky serene

Prove not always Winter past.
Cease, my doubts, my fears to move-
Spare the honour of my love.

* At the request or Miss Speed*

•WITH Beauty,with Pleasure surrounded, tolangui3h—
To weep without knowing the cause of my anguish;
To startfrom short slumbers, and wish for themorning—
To close my dull eyes when I see it returning;
Sighs sudden and freqaent, looks ever dejected—
Words that steal from my tongue, by no meaning

connected! Ah, say, fellow-swains, how these symptoms befel me They smile, but reply not—Sure Delia can tell me!


An Epigram,

[Mr. Etough,t of Cambridge University, was remarkable for hh eccentricities and personal appearance. A Mr. Tyson of Bene't College, made an etching of»»is head, and presented it to Mr. Gray, who wrote under it tne 'otlowing lines.]

THUS Tophet look'd •, so grinn'd the brawling fiend,
Whilst frighted prelates bow'd, and call'd him friend.
Our mother-church, with half-averted sight,
Blush'd as she bless'd her grisly proselyte;
Hosannas rung through Hell's tremendous borders,
And Satan's self had thoughts of taking orders.


Suggested by a View, in 1766, of the Seat and Ruin* of a deceased Nobleman, at Kingsgate, Kent. OLD, and abandon'd by each venal friend,

Here II d forin'd the pious resolution

To smuggle a few years, and strive to mend
A broken character and constitution.

• These lines will be found in a note in the second Vohiim of

Warton's Edition of Pope's Works.
t Gentleman's Magazine, Vol. LV1. p. 26. 281.

On this congenial spot he fix'd his choice;

Earl Goodwin trembled for his neighb'ring sand j Here sea-gulls scream, and cormorants rejoice,

And mariners, though shipwreck'd, dread to land.

Here reign the blust'ring North and blighting East,
No tree is heard to whisper, bird to sing;

Vet Nature could not furnish out the feast,
Art he invokes new horrors still to bring.

Here mould'ring fanes and battlements arise,
Turrets and arches nodding to their fall;

Unpeopled monast'ries delude our eyes,
And mimic desolation covers all.

'Ah!' said the sighing peer,'had B—te been true, Nor M—'s, R—'s, B—'s friendship vain,

Far better scenes than these had blest our view.
And realized the beauties which we feign.

'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 litter'd in St. Paul's.'



Written a short time previous to the election of a
High Steward,

WHEN sly Jemmy Twitcher had smugg'd up his face,
With a lick of court white-wash, and pious grimace,
A wooiug he went, where three sisters of oM
In harmless society guttle and scold.

'Lord ! sister,' says Physic to Law,' I declare,
Such a sheep biting look, such a pick-pocket air.
Not I for the Indies !—You know I'm no prude,—
But his name is a shame,—and his eyes are so lewd f
Then he shambles and straddles so oddly—I fear—
No—at our time of life 'twould be silly, my dear/

'I don't know/ says Law,«"but methinks for his look
'Tis just like the picture in Rochester's book;
Then his character, Phizzy,—his morals—his life—
When she died, I can't tell, but he once had a wife.

They say he's no Christian, loves drinking and w g,

And all the town rings of his swearing and roaring! His lying and filching, and Newgate-bird tricks;— Not I—for a coronet, chariot and six/

Divinity heard, between waking and dozing,

Her sisters denying, and Jemmy proposing:

From table she rose, and with bumper in hand,

She stroked up her belly, and stroked down her band—

'What a pother is here about wenching and roaring!

Why, David loved catches, and Solomon w g:

Did not Israel filch from th' Egyptians of old
Their jewels of silver and jewels of gold?
The prophet of Bethel, we read, told a lie:
He drinks—so did Noah;—he swears—so do I:
To reject him for such peccadillos, were odd;
Besides, he repents—for he talks about G** \

[ To Jemmy.] Never bang down your head, you poor penitent elf J Come, buss me—I'll be Mrs. Twitcher myself.

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