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And emulation's noble rage alarm,
And the long hours of toil ana solitude to charm.
But she, who set on fire his infant heart,
And all his dreams, and all his wanderings shared
And blessed, the Muse, and her celestial art,
Still claim th'enthusiast's fond and first regard.
From Nature's beauties variously compared
And variously combined, he learns to frame
Those forms of bright perfection/ which the bard,
While boundless hopes and boundless views inflame,
Enamour'd consecrates to never dying fame.
Of late, with cumbersome, though pompous show,
Edwin would oft his flowery rhyme deface,
Through ardour to adorn; but Nature now
To his experienced eye a modest grille
Presents, where ornament the second place
Holds, to intrinsic worth and just design
Subservient still. Simplicity apace
Tempers his rage . he owns her charms divine, [line.
And clears th' ambigurmsphrase, and lops the unwieldy
Fain would I sing (much yet unsung remains)
What sweet delirium o'er his bosom stole,
When the great shepherd of the Mantuan plainst
His deep majestic melody 'gan roll:
Fain would I sing what transport storm'd his soul,
How the red current throbb'd his veins along,
When, like Pelides, bold beyond control,
Without art graceful, without effort strong, [song
Homer raised high to Heaven the loud, th' impetuous
And how his lyre, though rude her first essays,
Now skill'd to soothe, to triumph, to complain,
Warbling at will through each harmonious maze,
Was taught to modulate the artful strain,
• See Aristotle's Poetics, and the i-courses of Sir Joshua Reynold* t Virgil.
I fain would sing: but ah! I strive in vain.
Art thou, my Gregory, for ever fled!
• This excellent person died suddenly on the 10th of February 1773. The conclusion of the poem wa» written a few day* after.
NCW REVISED AND CORRECTED FOR THE Iast TIME,
"WITH EVERY SENTIMENT OF ESTEEM AND
MOST RESPECTFULLY INSCRIBED,
BY THE AUTHOR.