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DR. JOHN LANGHORNE.
To The Rev. MR. J. LANGHORNE, ON READING HIS For thee may Fame her fairest chaplets twine; VISIONS OF FANCY, &c.
Each fragrant bloom that paints Aonia's
brow, BY MISS WHATELEY.
Each Row'r, that blows by Alcidale, be thine ; FRAUGHT with each wish the friendly breast can With the chaste laurel's never-fading bough.
On thee may faithful friendship's cordial smile, A simple Muse, O! Langhorne, would intrude;
Attendant wait to sooth each rising care ; Her lays are languid, but her heart is warm,
Tbe nymph thou lov'st be thine devoid of guile, Though not with Fancy's potent powers endu'd.
Mild, virtuous, kind, compassionate, and fair. Fancy, though erst she shed a glimmering ray,
ng ray, May thy sweet lyre still charm the generous And op'd to fairy scenes my infant eye,
mind, From Pain and Care, has wing’d her cheerful
Thy liberal Muse the patriot spirit raise;' way,
| While, in thy page to latest time consign'd, And with Hygeia sought a milder sky.
Virtue receives the meed of polish'd praise., No more my trembling hand attempts the lyre, Which Shenstune oft (sweet bard) has deign'd
to praise; Eventuneful Langhorne's friendship fails t'inspire SONNET TO MR. LANGHORNE. The glow that warı'd my breast in happier days.
BY JOHN SCOTT, ESQ.
When thy sweet numbers strike my raptur'd Save by the Muse's soul-enchanting lay,
Accept the tribute of this light essay;
I to the pale Moon pour'd thy plaintive lay; Where Fancy held her visionary reign, (strain Smooth roll'd the waves, more gently sigh'd the Or Scotland's honours claim'd the pastoral wind,
Or Music came o'er Handel tears to pay: And Echo stole the tender notes away.
For all thy Irwan's flow'ry banks display Sweet Elves and Pays, that o'er the shadowy Thy Persian lover and his Indian fair; plains
All Theodosius' mournful lines convey, Their mystic rites and mazy dance pursue, | Where Pride and Av'rice part a matchless Tun'd their light minstrelsy to softer straius,
pair; And from thy lays their melting music drew. | Receive just praise and wreaths that ne'er decay, Sweet son of Fancy! may the white-rob'd Hours / By Fame and Virtue twiu'd for thee to wear.
Shed their kind influence on thy gentle breast; Lamwell, near Ware, May Hebe strew thy vernal path with flow'rs,
16 March, 1766. · Blesi in thy love, and in thy friendship blest. Sinooth as thy numbers may tby years advance, Pale Care and Pain their speeding darts sus TO THE HON, CHARLES YORKE,
pend; May Health, and Fancy, lead the cheerful dance, Ag Muse that lov'd in Nature's walks to stray,
And Hope for ever her fair torch extend. | And gather'd many a wild flower in her way,
To Nature's friend her genuine gifts would bring, Thee, thee I find, in all I find to please;
Where Studley triumphs in her wreaths of If pure her incense, and unmixt her flame.
green, She pours po fattery into Folly's ear,
And pleas’d for once, while Eden smiles again, No shameless bireling of a shameless peer, Forget that life's inheritance is pain. The friends of Pope indulge her native lays, Say, shall we muse along yon arching shades, And Gloucester joins with Lyttelton to praise. Whose awful gloom no brightening ray pervades; Each judge of art her strain, though artless, Or down these vales where vernal flowers display loves;
(proves. Their golden bosoms to the smiles of day; And Shepstone smild, and polish'd Hurd ap Where the fond eye in sweet distraction straps. O may such spirits long protect my page, Most pleas'd, when most it knows not where to Surviving lights of wit's departed age!
gaze? Long may I in their kind opinion live!
Here groves arrang'd in various order rise, All meaner praise, all envy, I forgive.
And blend their quiv'ring summits in the skies. Yet fairly be my future laurels won!
The regal oak high o'er the circling shade,
The fir that blooms in Spring's eternal prime,
Here moss-clad walks, there lawns of lively
United, form one nicely-varying scene:
The varying scene still charms th'attentire sight,
Or brown with shades, or op'ning into light. In Eden's' vale, where early fancy wrought
Here the gay tenants of the tuneful grove, Her wild embroidery on the ground of thought, Harmonious breathe the raptures of their love : Where Pembroke's? grottos, strew'd with Sidney's Each warbler sweet that hails the genial Spring, bays,
Tunes the glad song, and plies th' expanded Recall’d the dreams of visionary days, (youth,
wing: Thus the fond Muse, that sooth'd my vacant The love-suggested notes in varied strains, Propbetic sung, and what she sung was truth." Ply round the vocal hills and list'ning plains : “ Boy, break thy lyre, and cast thy reed The vocal hills and list’ning plains prolong away;
In varied strains the love-suggested song. Vain are the honours of the fruitless bay. To thee, all-bounteous Nature! thee they pay Though with each charm thy polish'd lay should The welcome tribute of their grateful lay! please,
To thee, whose kindly-studious hand prepares Glow into strength, yet soften into ease;
The fresh'ning fields and softly-breathing airs; Should Attic fancy brighten evóry line,
Whose parent-bounty annual still provides And all Aonia's harmony be thine;
Of foodful insects such unbounded tides. Say would thy cares a grateful age repay, Beneath some friendly leaf supremely blest, Fame wreathe thy brows, or Fortune gild thy Each pours at large the raptures of his breast : way?
Nor changeful seasons mourn, nor storins unkind, Ev'n her own fools, if Fortune smile, shall blame; With those contented, and to these resign'd. And Envy lurks beneath the flowers of Fame. Here sprightly range the grove, or skim the " Yet, if resolvd, secure of future praise,
plain, To tune sweet songs, and live melodious days, | The sportive deer, a nicely-checker'd train. Let not the hand, that decks my holy shrine, Oft near their baunt, on him who curious strays, Round Folly's head the blasted laurel twine. All throng'd abreast in fix'd attention gaze; Just to thyself, dishonest grandeur scorn; Th' intruding spy suspiciously survey, Nor gild the bust of meanness nobly born. Then butting limp along, and lightly frisk away. Let truth, let freedom still thy lays approve! | Not so, when raves the pack's approaching Respect my precepts, and retain my love!"
roar, Then lores endear, then Nature smiles no more: In wild amaze, all tremblingly-dismay'd,
Burst through the groves, and bound along the STUDLEY PARK.
| 'Till now some destiu'd stag, prepard to fly, TO THE REV, MR. FARRAR.
Fires all the malice of the murd'ring cry: Farrar! to thee these early lays I owe: Forc'd from his helpless mates the fated prey Thy friendship warms the heart from whence Bears on the wings of quiv'ring fear away: they flow.
In flight (ah ! could his matchless flight avail!)
Scorns tbe fierce steed, and leaves the flying gale. 1 The river Eden, in Westmorland.
Now trembling stops--and listens from afar, 2 The countess of Pembroke, to whom sir In long, long deep'ning howls, the madd’ning war; Philip Sidney dedicated his Arcadia, resided at while loud-exulting triumphs thunder round, Appleby, a small but beautiful town in Westmor- Tremble the mountains, and the rocks rebound. land, situated upon the Eden. ,
In vain, yet vigorous, he renews his race, | Hail, blissful scene ! divine Elysium hail !
From wild ambition free, from dire despair,
Happy the man who in these shades can find Breathless at last with long-repeated toil, That angel-bliss, serenity of mind; Sick’ning he stands-he yields-he falls the spoil. Walk the fair green, or in the grotto lie,
From all the various blooms of painted bow'rs, With hope-strung breast, and hear'n-erected eye! Fair banky wilds, and vallies fring'd with flow'rs, While cheated worlds, by pleasure's lure beWhere Nature in profusion smiles delight,
tray'd,, With pleasure sated turns the roving sight. Through rocks and sands pursue the siren maid; Come then, bright vision! child of heav'nly And, long-bewilderd, urge the weary chase, day!
Though still the phantom slips their vain emFrom this fair summit ampler scenes survey;
brace: One spacious field in circling order eye,
'Tis his with pitying eye to see-to know And active ronnd the far horizon fly;
Whence purest joy's perennial fountains flow, Where dales descend, or ridgy mountains rise, With this exalting charm divinely blest, And lose their aspect in the falling skies.
The dear reflection of a blameless breast: What pleasing scenes the landscape wide dis Where sweet-ey'd Love still smiles serenely gay, plays!
And heav'nly Virtue beams a brighter ray. Th' enchanting prospect bids for ever gaze. Soft, smoothly-pacing slide his peaceful days, Hail charming fields, of happy swains the care! His own his censure, and his own his praise: Hail happy swains, possest of fields so fair! 1 Alike to him, both subjects of the grave, Jo peace your plenteous labours long enjoy ; The scepter'd monarch, and the menial slave. No murd'ring wars shall waste, nor foes destroy ; ) Thrice happy he who life's poor pains has laid While westero gales Earth's teeming womb un In the lone tomb of some sequester'd shade! biud,
More amply blest, if gloriously retird, (fir'd; The seasons change,and bounteous suns are kind. With learning charın'd, and with the Muses To social towns, see! wealthy Commerce brings Who nobly dares with philosophic eye, Rejoicing affluence on his silver wings.
Through full creation's bounded orbs to fly ; * On verdant hills, see! flocks innum'rous feed, Pleas'd, in their well-form'd systems still to find Or thoughtful listen to the lively reed.
The matchless wisdom of th' immortal mind. See! golden harvests sweep the bending plains ; Still charm’d, in Nature's various plan, to trace “And peace and plenty own a Brunswick reigns."' || His boundless love and all-supporting grace,
The wand'ring eye from Nature's wild domain Ye pompous great! whose dream of glory Attracted, turns to fairer scenes again.
springs Scenes, which to thee, refining Art! belong, From sounding titles or the smiles of kings : Invite the poet, and inspire the song.
Ye, laurel'd in the bleeding wreathes of war! Sweet, philosophic Muse! that lov'st to stray And ye, whose hearts are center'd in a star! In woody-curtain'd walks and din-seen day, Say, all ye sons of power and splendour, say, Lead me, where lonely Contemplation roves, E'er could ye boast one unembitter'd day? Through silent shades apd solitary groves Cease the vain hope in dazzling pomp to find
Stop, daring foot! the sacred maid is here! Divine content, to humbler lots assign'd; These awful glooms confess the goddess near. The modest fair freqnents the lowly cell, Low in these woods her fav'rite scene is laid, | Where smiling Peace and conscious Virtue dwell. The fence umbrageous, and the dark’ning shaile, While through the maze of winding bow'rs 1, Whose bow'ry branches bar the vagrant eye,
stray, Assailing storms and parching suns defy.
The shade's dim gloom, or vista's op'ning day; A gentle current calmly steals serene,
| Soft-sighing groves, where silky breezes fill, In silv'ry mazes, o'er the weeping green,
Kiss the smootb plain, and glassy-dimpling rill; Till op'ning bright, its bursting waters spread, 1 silent vales, by sadly-nourning streams, And fall fast-flashing down a wide cascade. Where swift-ey'd Fancy wings her waving dreams; . A spacious Jake below expanded lies,
What sacred awe the lonely scenes inspire ! And lends a mirror to the quiv'ring skies. What joys transport me, and what raptures fire ! Here pendent domes, there dancing forests seem Visions divine, enchanted I behold, To float and tremble in the waving gleam. And all the Muses all their charms unfold. While gaily musing o'er it's verdant side,
Ye, woods of Pindus, and Ætolian plains, Pleas'd I behold the glassy riv'let glide:
No more shall listen to immortal strains : Bright in the verdure of the blooming year, Flow unconcern'd, no Muse celestial sings, Where circling groves their full.blown honour Ye Thracian fountains, and Aonian springs ! wear;
No more your shades shall leave their native Ambrosial daughter of the spicy Spring. (wing ; | shore, While fragrant woodbine scents each Zephyr's | Nor songs arrest your raptur'd currents more. While nectar-footed Morn, approaching, dyes, | And thou, Parnassus, wrapt in deep alcoves, lo radiant blush, the rosy:checker'd skies ; Mourn, in sad silence, thy forsaken groves : The first fair Eden, o'er th' enchanted plain | No more thy warblers rival notes admire, Reviving, smiles, or seeins to smile again, Nor cioral zephyrs fill the breathing lyre. VOL. XVI.
Each drooping laurel bends its languid head; On thee, fair Hackfall! Fancy bends her eye, The strains are vanish'd, and the Muses Aed. (Longs o'er the diffs and deep'ning lawns to ilg.
To nobler hills, where fairer forests grow, Enchanted sees each silv'ry-floating wave . To vales, where streams in sweeter accents flow; | Beat thy green banks, tby lonely rallies lave: To blooming Studley's more delightful shades | And now delighted, now she joys to hear Welcome, ye sacred, ye celestial maids! | Thy deep, slow falls, long-laboring through her Wake the soft lute, here strike the sounding
All-beauteous Nature ! object of my song, Make the groves echo, and the vallies ring; To thee my first, my latest strains belong: Harmonious lead, through rosy-smiling bow'rs, To thee my lays I tune, while envious Art The soft-ey'd Graces and the dancing Hours. In rival charms here courts the raptur' d heart
In awful scenes retir'd, where gloomy Night Like thee to please, she decks the painted bow'r, Still broods, unbanish'd by returning light; Where Silence, fix'd in meditation deep,
How'r : Folds in her arm's her fav'rite offspring, Sleep; With winding arbours crowns the sylvan dale, Musing along the lonely shades I roam
And bends the forest o’er the lowly vale : 'Till beauteous rises a devoted dome:
Bids the loud cataract deep-thund'ring roar, Thy fane, seraphic Piety! low plac'd
Or winds the rivlet round a mazy shore. In sable glooms, by deep'ning woods embrac'd. | Ambitious still, like thee, when she beguiles, Nor radiant here the prince of day displays Wins with thy grace, and in thy beauty smiles. His morning blushes, nor meridian blaze:
In this gay dome 2 where sportive Fancy plays, ' Rolls o'er the world the splendid orb unseen, | And imag'd life the pictur'd roof arrays;
Till his last glories gild the streaming green; Proud in thy charms the mimic shines confest, Then sportive gleams through parting columns | Beams the soft eye, and heaves the panting play,
breast. Here waves a shadow, and there smiles a ray. From thee, prime source ! kind-handed gode Just emblem of the man who, free from strife,
dess! flow Th’uneasy pains that vex the noon of life, The purest blessings that we boast below: Not dazzled with the diamond-beaming zone, To thee its beauty owes this charming scene, Flash of a lace, or brilliance of a stone,
These groves their fragrance, and those plaios Courts the last smiles of life's declining ray,
their green: Where Hope exulting reaps eternal day. .
For thee the Muses wreaths eternal twine, The sacred solitude, the lone recess,
Immortal maid! for every Muse is thiñe. An awful pleasure on my soul impress.
Oh, wou'd'st thou lead me through the bound. Raptures divine through all my bosom glow,
less sky! The bliss alone immortal beings know.
Regions untraveil'd by a mortal eye; Ah, knew that sovereign bliss no base alloy, Or kindly aid, while studious I explore Wer't thou, my Farrer! witness to my joy; | Those arduous paths thy Newton trod before ! What nobler pleasure could we boast below! There wond'ring should my ravish't eye survey What joy sublimer Heav'n itself bestow! New worlds of being, and new scenes of day. Haste, my gay friend ! my dear associate, haste! But if for my weak wing and trembling sight, Life of my soul, and partner of my breast! " Too vast the journey, and 100 full the light; Quick to these shades, these magic shades retire: Inglorious here I'll tune the lowly reed, Here light thy graces, and thy virtue fire : How rolls the fountain, and how springs the mead, Here sheds sweet Piety her beams divine, | Or, bear me to the banks, ye sacred Nine! And all the goddess fills her heav'nly shrine. Of beauteous Isis, or the silver Tine ; Celestial maids before her altar move:
| To Tine's delightful banks, where, ever gay, White handed Innocence, and weeping Love. The generous lives the peaceful day:
Her tow'ring domes let Richmond boast alone; - still free from passion's fretful train, The sculptur'd statue and the breathing stone: Ne'er felt the thorn of anguish nor of pain ; Alone distinguish'd on the plains of Stowe, His heart-felt joys still Nature's charms improve, From Jones's hand the featur'd marble glow: Her voice is music, and her visage lore : Though there unnumber'd columns front the Pleas'd with the change each various season skies,
brings, To fancied gods forbidden temples rise; . | Imbrowning autumns, and impurpled springs: Unenvied, Studley, be this pomp of art,
For him kind Nature all her treasures yields, 'Tis thine the pow'r to please a virtuous beart. She decks the forest, and she paints the fields. From this lov'd scene with anxious steps I O say! where bloom those time-surviving trace
groves, Each devious winding of the banky maze; Where ancient bards first sung their sacred loves: To the tall summit of the steep repair,
Those sadly-solemn bow'rs, ye Muses ! say, And view the gay surrounding prospect there. Where once the melancholy Cowley lay? What joys expand my breast! what rapture When long perplext with life's deluding snares, warms!
Her flatt'ring pleasures, and her fruitless cares; While all the landscape opens all its charms : While pleas'd I see, the parting shades between, 1 Who would not perceive the imitative harThe lake fair-gleaming and the smoother green; mony of this line, and realize to his imagination Through lowly grots where wand'ring shadows the falling of the water?-Editor. stray,
| 2 Upon an eminence, east of the gardens, Groves gently wave, and glist’ning waters play. ) stands a bouse of Chinese structure.
o Obscure he fled to sylvan shades alone, And left mankind to be for ever known.
CHORUS OF SHEPHERDS. Such were the scenes where Speyser once re
Shepherd, to thee sublimer lays belong, . tir'd,
The force divine of soul-coinmanding song. When great Eliza's fame the Muse inspir'd; | 'These humble reeds bave little learnt to play, When Gloriana led her poet's dreams,
Save the light airs that cheer the pastoral day. O'er flow'ry meadows, and by murm'ring streams.
Of the clear fountain, and the fruitful plain Immortal bards! whose death.contemning
We sing, as fancy guides the simple strain. lays
If then thy country's sacred fame demand Shall shine distinguish'd with eternal praise, The high-top'd music of a happier hand Knew my poor Muse, like these to soar sublime. | Shepherd, to thee sublimer lays beloug,. And spurn the ruins of insulting Time ;
| The force divine of soul-commanding song. Wbere'er 1 stray, where blooming Flora leads, O'er sunny mountains, and through purple
In spite of faction's blind, unmanner'd rage, Or careless in the sylvan covert laid,
Of various fortune and destructive age, Where falling rills amuse the mournful shade; Fair Scotland's honours yet unchang'd are seen, Ye, rural fields, should still resound my lay,
Her palms still blooming, and her laurels green. And thou, fair Studley! smile for ever gay,
Freed from the confines of her Gothic grave, When her first light reviving Science gave, Alike o'er Britain shone the liberal ray,
From Enswith's mountains to the banks of Tay. GENIUS AND VALOUR:
For James 2 the Muses tun'd their sportive A PASTORAL POEM.
And bound the monarch's brow with Chaucer's WRITTEN IN HONOUR OF A SISTER KINGDOM. Arch Humour smild to hear his mimic sirain, MDCCLXIII.
And plausive Laughter thrill'd thro' every vein.
When taste and genius form the royal mind,
The favour'd arts a happier era find.
By James belov'd the Muses tun'd their lyres WHERE Tweed's fair plains in liberal beauty
To nobler strains, and breath'd diviner fires. And Flera laughs beneath a lucid sky; [lie,
But the dark mantle of involving time Long-winding vales where crystal waters lave,
Has veil'd their beauties, and obscur'd their Where blythe birds warble, and where green
rhyme. . woods wave,
Yet still some pleasing monuments remain, A bright hair'd shepherd, in young beauty's
Some marks of genius in each later reign. Tun'd his sweet pipe behind the yellow broom.
In nervous strains Dunbar's bold inusic flows, Free to the gale his waving ringlets lay,
And Time yet spares the Thistle and the Rose And his blue eyes diffus'd an azure day.
0, while bis course the hoary warrior steers, Light o'er his limbs a careless robe he Aung;
Thro' the long range of life-dissolving years, Health rais'd his heart, and strength his firm
Thro' all the evils of each changeful age,
Hate, envy, faction, jealousy, and rage, nerves strung; His native plains poetic charms inspira,
Ne'er may his scythe these sacred plaats divide, Wild scenes, where ancient Fancy oft retird!
These plants by Heaven in native union tied ! Oft led her Faeries to the Shepherd's lay,
Still may the flower its social sweets disclose, By Yarrow's banks, or groves of Endermay.
| The hardy Thistle still defend the Rose! Nor only his those images that rise
Hail, happy days! appeas'd by Margaret's Fair to the glance of Fancy's plastic eyes;
charms, His country's love his patriot soul possessid,
When rival Valour sheath'd his fatal arms;? His country's honour fir'd his filial breast.
When kindred realms unnatural war supprest,
Nor aim'd their arrows at a sister's breast.
Kind to the Muse is quiet's genial day;
Her olive loves the foliage of the bay. On Canada's wild hills, and Minden's plain,
With bold Dunbar arose a numerous choir To sound sublimer wak'd bis pastoral reed
Of rival bards that strung the Dorian lyre. Peace, Mountain-echoes ! while the strains pro
In gentle Henryson's * unlabour'd strain ceed.
Sweet Arethusa's shepherd breath'd again. AMYNTOR.
I A chain of mountains near Folkstone in
* James the First, king of Scotland, author of
the famous old song, entitled Christ's Kirk on the lays ; No more of Leader's faery-haunted-shore,
Green. Of Athol's lawns, and Gledswood banks no more;
28 A poem so called, written in honour of MarUnheeded smile my country's native charms,
garet, daughter of Heury VII. on her marriage Lost in the glory of her arts and arms.
to James IV. king of Scots. By Mr. William
4 Mr. Robertson Henryson, an ingenious pasplains.