O more than ali in powerful genius blest, Come, take thine empire o'er the willing breast! Whate'er the wounds this youthful heart shall feel, Thy songs support me, and thy morals heal! There every thought the poet's warmth may raise, There native music dwells in all the lays. Oh, might some verse with happiest skill persuade Expressive Picture to adopt thine aid ! What wondrous draughts might rise from every page What other Raphaels charm a distant age! Methinks e'en now I view some free design, Where breathing Nature lives in every line: Chaste and subdued the modest lights decay, Steal into shades, and mildly melt away. -And see, where Antony, in tears approved, Guards the pale relics of the chief he loved : O'er the cold corse the warrior seems to bend, Deep sunk in grief, and mourns his murder'd friend! Still as they press he calls on all around, Lifts the torn robe, and points the bleeding wound. But who tis he, whose brows exalted bear A wrath impatient, and a fiercer air? + Coriolanus. See Mr. Spence's dialogue on the Odyssey. Each from his scenes her stores alternate bring, every wind (For poets ever were a careless kind), By thee disposed, no farther toil demand, But, just to Nature, own thy forming hand. So spread o'er Greece, th' harmonious whole un known, Even Homer's numbers charm'd by parts alone. DIRGE IN CYMBELINE. Sung by Guiderus and Arviragus over Fidele, supposed to be dead. To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring No wailing ghost shall dare appear And melting virgins own their love. The red-breast oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his little aid, The tender thought on thee shall dwell: ODE ON THE DEATH OF MR. THOMSON. The Scene of the following Stanzas is supposed to lie on the Thames, near Richmond. I. IN yonder grave a Druid lies, Where slowly winds the stealing wave! The year's best sweets shall duteous rise, To deck its poet's sylvan grave! II. In yon deep bed of whisp'ring reeds, The harp of Eolus, of which see a description in III. Then maids and youths shall linger here To hear the woodland pilgrim's knell. IV. Remembrance oft shall haunt the shore When Thames in summer wreaths is drest & And oft suspend the dashing oar To bid his gentle spirit rest! V. And oft as Ease and Health retire To breezy lawn, or forest deep, The friend shall view yon whiteningt spire, VI. But thou, who own'st that earthly bed, Or tears which Love and Pity shed, VII. Yet lives there one, whose heedless eye Shall scorn thy pale shrine glimm❜ring near; With him, sweet bard, may Fancy die, VIII. But thou, lorn stream, whose sullen tide + Richmond Church. IX. And see, the fairy valleys fade, Dun Night has veil'd the solemn view! X. •The genial meads, assign'd to bless XI. Long, long, thy stone and pointed clay VERSES Written on a Paper which contained a Prece of Bride cake. YE curious hands, that, hid from vulgar eyes, By search profane shall find this hallow'd cake, With virtue's awe forbear the sacred prize, Nor dare a theft for love and pity's sake. This precious relic, form'd by magic power, Beneath the shepherd's haunted pillow laid, Was meant by love to charm the silent hour, The secret present of a matchless maid. The Cyprian queen, at Hymen's fond request, Each nice ingredient chose with happiest art; Fears, sighs, and wishes of th' enamour'd breast, And pains that please, are mixt in every part. Mr. Thomson resided in the neighbourhood of Richmond some time before his death. |