So mild, so gentle, so compos'd a mind, ΙΟ 14 EPITAPH ON CAPT. CORNWALL, SLAIN OFF TOULON, MDCCXLIII. 5 THO' Britain's Genius hung her drooping head, ΤΟ 12 INSCRIPTIONS AT HAGLEY. I. On a View from an Alcove. TEMPE, QUAE SYLVAE CINGUNT SVPERIMPEN DENTES. II. On a rocky Fancy Seat. 2 ------EGO LAVDO RVRIS AMOENI, RIVOS,ETMVSCOCIRCVMLITA SAXANEMVSQVE. III. TO THE MEMORY OF WILLIAM SHENSTONE, ESQUIRE, WERE ALL THE NATURAL GRACES,, WAS ALL THE AMIABLE SIMPLICITY WITH THE SWEET TENDERNESS ALEXANDRO POPE, POETARVM ANGLICANORVM. SACRA ESTO. ANN. DOM. MDCCXLIV. 7 A Dorick portico in another part of the park is honoured with the name of Pope's Building, and inscribed Quieti et Musis. V. On a Bench. LIBET JACERE MODO SVB ANTIQUA ILICE, MODO IN TENACE GRAMINE; LABVNTVR ALTIS INTERIM RIVIS AQUAE; QVAERVNTUR IN SYLVIS AVES: FONTESQUE LYMPHIS OBSTREPVNT MANANTI BUS SOMNOS QVOD INVITET LEVES. VI. On Thomson's Seat +. INGENIO IMMORTALI IACOBI THOMSON, POETAE SUBLIMIS, VIRI BONI; AEDICVLAM HANC, QVEM VIVVS DILEXIT, POST MORTEM EIVS CONSTRVCTAM, DICAT DEDICATQUE GEORGIVS LYTTELTON. VII. FOR A BUST OF LADY SUFFOLK, Designed to be set up in a Wood at Stowe, 1732. 6 HER WIT AND BEAUTY FOR A COURT WERE MADE, BUT TRUTH AND GOODNESS FIT HER FOR A SHADE. † A very handsome and well finished building in an octagonal line. IMITATIONS, &c. DAMON AND DELIA, IN IMITATION OF HORACE AND LYDIA. Written in the Year 1732. DAMON. TELL me, my Delia! tell me why Some change has happen'd in your heart, Reason these fears may disapprove, But yet I fear because I love. DELIA. First tell me, Damon, why to-day At Belvidera's feet you lay? Why with such warmth her charms you prais'd, As if you meant to let me see 5 10 Your flatt'ry is not all for me? Alas! too well your sex I knew, Nor was so weak to think you true. DAMON. Unkind! my falsehood to upbraid When your own orders I obey'd; You bid me try by this deceit DELIA. Damon, your prudence I confess, Too well the lover's part you play'd, DAMON. Ah! cease thus idly to molest DELIA. Tho' well I might your truth distrust, My foolish heart believes you just; Reason this faith may disapprove, But I believe because I love. HORACE, BOOK IV. ODE IV. WRITTEN AT OXFORD, MDCCXXV*. I. As the wing'd minister of thund'ring Jove, 20 25 30 36 * First printed in Mr. West's translation of Pindar. See the Preface to that gentleman's poems. 3 |