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Alas! are these the only meed

Of each kind thought, each virtuous deed,
These fruitless offerings that embalm the dead?
Then, fairy-featurd Hope, forbear

No more thy fond illusions spread :
Thy sbadowy scenes dissolv'd in air,

Thy visionary prospects filed;
With her they filed, at whose lamented shrine

Love, gratitude, and duty mingled tears,
Condemn'd each filial office to resign,
Nor hopeful more to sooth her long declining


Displeases this? - The modern way,
Perhaps, may please-a public day.
“A public day! detested name !
'The farce of friendship aud the shame.
Did ever social freedom come
Within the pale of drawing-room?
See pictur'd round the formal crowd !
How nice, how just each attitude :
My lord approaches—what surprise !
The pictures speak, the pictures rise !
Thrice ten times told the same salute,
Once more the minic forms are mute.
Meanwhile the envious rows between,
Distrust and Scandal walk unseen;
Their poisons silently infuse,
Till these suspect, and those abuse.

“ Far, far from these, in some lone shade,
Let me, in easy silence laid,
Where never fools, or slaves intrude,
Enjoy the sweets of solitude !"

What! quit the commerce of mankind !
Leave virtue, fame, and worth behind!
Who fly to solitary rest,
Are reason's savages at best.

Though human life's extensive field
Wild weeds and vexiog brambles yield;
Behold her smiling vallies bear
MelliAuous fruits, and flowrets fair !
The crowds of fully you despise-
Associate with the good and wise ;
For virtue, rightly understood,
Is to be wise, and to be good.


TO MRS.******,

So feeble Naure weeps o'er Friendship's grave,
And monrns the rigour of that law she gare:
Yet, why not weep? When in that grave expire
All Pembroke's elegance, all Waldegrave's fire.
No more those eyes in soft effulgence move,
No more that bosom feels the spark of love.
O'er those pale cheeks the drooping Graces

And Fancy tears her wild wreath o'er that urn.
There Hope at Heaven once cast a doubtful eye,
Content repin'd, and Patience stole a sigh.
Fair Friendship griev'd o'er 's sacred bier,
And Virtue wept, for **** dropt a tear.

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TO MRS. GILLMAN. 1759. An scexes belov'd ! ah conscious shades, With sense enough for half your sex beside, That wave these parent-vales along !

With just no more than necessary pride; Ye bowers, where Fancy met the tuneful maids, With knowledge caught from Nature's living page, Ye mountains, vocal with my Doric song, Politely learn'd, and elegantly sage.

Teach your wild echoes to complain Alas! how piteons, that in such a mind In sighs of solemn woe, in broken sounds of pain. So many foibles free reception find ! For her I mourn,

Can such a mind, ye gods ! admit disdain ? Now the cold tenant of the thoughtless um

Be partial, envious, covetous, and vain ? For her bewail these strains of woe,

Unwelcome truth! to love, to blindness clear! For her these filial sorrows flow,

Yet, Gillman, hear it;—while you blush to bear: Source of my life, that led my tender years,

That in your gentle breast disdain can dwell, With all a parent's pious fears,

Let knavery, meapness, pride that feel it, tell! That nurs'd my infant thoug!at, and taught my

With partial eye a friend's defects you see, mind to grow.

And look with kindness on my faults and me.

And does no envy that fair mind o'ershade? Careful, she mark'd each dangerous way, Does 110 short sigh for greater wealth invade;

Where youth's upwary footsteps stray. When silent merit wants the fostering meed, She taught the struggling passions to subside, Anil the warm wish suggests the virtuous deed ?

Where sacred truth, and reason guide, Fairly the charge of vanity you prove, la virtue's glorious path to seek the realms of day. Vain of each virtue of the friends you jove, Lamented goodness! yet I see

What charms, what art of magic hare conspir'd The fond affections melting in her eye:

Of power to make so many faults admird?
She bends its tearful orb on me,
And heaves the tender sigh :

As thoughtful, she the toils surveys,
That crowd in life's perplexing maze, FRAGNENT OF A POEM WRITTEN
And for her children teels again

AT (LARE-ILALL ON THE KING'S All, all that love can fear, and all that fear can


1760. O best of parents ! let me pour My sorrows o'er thy silent bod;

There early strew the vernal flower, While every gale the voice of triumph brings, The partinig tear at evening shed

And smiling Victory waves her purple sings;

to go,


While earth and ocean yield their subject powers, | That respite Cæsar shall with pleasure yield,
Neptune bis waves and Cybele her towers ; Due to the toils of many a well-fought field.
Yet will you deign the Muse's voice to hear, Is there who shrinks at thought of dangers past,
And let her welcome greet a monarch's ear? The ragged mountain, or the pathless waste--
Yes; midst the toils of glory ill-repaid,

While savage hosts, or savage floods oppose, Oft has the monarch sought her soothing aid. Or shivering fancy pines in Alpine snows? See Frederic court her in the rage of war,

Let him retire to Latium's peaceful shore; Though rapid Vengeance urge his hostile car: He once has toil'd, and Cæsar asks no more. With her repos'd in philosophic rest,

Is there a Roman, whose unshaken breast The sage's sunshine smooths the warrior's breast. No pains have conquer'd, and no fears deprest ?

Whate'er Arcadian fancy feign'd of old Who, doom'd through Death's dread ministers Of halcyon days, and minutes plum'd with gold; Whate'er adorn'd the wisest, gentlest reign, Dares to chastise the insults of a foe; From you she hopes-let not her hopes be vain! | Let him, his country's glory and her stay, Pise, ancient suns! advance, Pierian days! With reverence hear her, and with pride obey. Flow, Attic streams! and spring, Aonian bays: A form divine, in heavenly splendour bright, Cam, down thy wave in brisker mazes glide, Whose look threw radiapce round the pall of And see new honours crown thy hoary side!

night, Thy osiers old see myrtle groves succeed ! With calm sererity approach'd and said, And the green laurel meet the waring reed! Wake thy dull ear, and lift thy languid head.

What I shall a Roman sink in soft repose,

And tamely see the Britons aid his foes?

See them secure the rebel Gaul supply;

Spurn his vain eagles and his power defy? BEFORE HIS INVASION OF BRITAIN. Go! burst their barriers, obstinately brave; 1758.

Scale the wild rock, and beat the maddening
When rough Helvetia's hardy sons ubey, Here paus'd the chief; but waited no reply,
And vanquish'd Belgia bows to Cæsar's sway The voice assenting spoke from every eye:
When, scarce-beheld, embattled nations fall, Nor, as the kindness that reproach'd with fear,
The fierce Sicambrian, and the faithless Gaul ; Were dangers dreadful, or were toils severe.
Tir'd Freedom leads her savage sons no more,
But Aies, subdued, to Albion's utmost shore.
'Twas then, while stillness grasp'd the sleeping INSCRIPTION IN A TEMPLE OF

And dewy slumbers seal'd the eye of care ;
Divine Ambition to her votary came:

SACRED rise these walls to thee,
Her left hand waving, bore the trump of Fame;

Blithe-eyed nymph, Society ! Her right a regal sceptre seem'd to hold,

In whose dwelling, free and fair, With gems far-blazing from the burnish'd gold. Converse smoothes the brow of Care. And thus, “My son,” the queen of glory said;

Who, when waggish Wit betray'd “ Immortal Cæsar, raise thy languid head.

To his arms a sylvan maid, Shall Night's dull chains the man of counsels All beneath a myrtle tree, bind?

In some vale of Arcady,
Or Morpheus rule the monarch of mankind ? Sprung, I ween, from such embrace,
See worlds unvanquish'd yet await thy sword ! The lovely contrast in her face.
Barbaric lands, that scorn a Latian lord. [sky,

Perchance, the Muses as they stray'd,
See yon proud isle, whose mountains meet the Seeking other spring, or shade,
Thy foes encourage and thy power defy!

On the sweet child cast an eye
What, tho' by Nature's firmest bars secur'd, In some vale of Arcady ;
By seas encircled, and with rocks immur'd, And blithest of the sisters three,
Shall Cæsar shrink the greatest toils to brave,

Gave her to Euphrosyne.
Scale the high rock, or beat the maddening The Grace, delighted, taught her care

The cordial smile, the placid air ; She spoke-her words the warrior's breast in. How to chase, and how restrain flame

All the feet, ideal train;
With rage indignant, and with conscious shame; How with apt words well-combin'd,
Already beat, the swelling floods give way, To dress each image of the mind
And the fell genii of the rocks obey:

Taught her how they disagree,
Already shouts of triumph rend the skies, Awkward fear and modesty,
And the thin rear of barbarous nations flies. And freedom and rusticity,
Quick found their chief his active legions True politeness how to know

From the superficial sbow;
Dwell on his eye, and wait the waving hand. From the coxcomb's shallow grace,
The hero rose, majestically slow,

And the many-modell’d face.
And look'd attention to the crowds below.

That Nature's unaffected ease “ Romans and friends! is there who seeks for More than studied forms would please rest,

When to check the sportive vein ; By labours vanquish'd, and with wounds opprest? When to Fancy yield the rein ; VOL, XVI.


On the subject when to be

To rest in fearless ease! Grave or gay, reserv'd or free :

Save weeping rills, to see no tear, The speaking air, th' impassion'd eye,

Save dying gales, no sigh to hear, The living soul of symmetry;

No murmur, but the breeze, And that soft sympathy whith binds

Say, would you change that peaceful cell, In magic chaius congenial ininds.

Where Sanctity and Silence dwell,

For Splendor's dazzling blaze? INSCRIPTION IN A SEQUESTERED Por all those gilded toys that glare GROTTO.

Round high-born Power's imperial chair, 1763.

Inviting fools to gaze? Sweet Peace, that lov'st the silent hour,

Ah friend ! Ambition's prospects close, The still retreat of leisure free;

And, studious of your own repose, Associate of each gentle power,

Be thankful here to live: And eldest born of Harmony !

For, trust me, one protecting shed,

And nightly peace, and daily bread 0, if thou own'st this mossy cell,

Is all that life can give.
If thine this mansion of repose;
Permit me, nymph, with tnce to dwell,
With thee my wakeful eye to close.


And tho' those glittering scenes should fade,
That Pleasure's rosy train prepares;

What vot'ry have they not betray'd?
What are they more than splendid cares ?

Right sung the bard, that all-involving age

With hand impartial deals the ruthless blow; But smiling days, exempt froin care,

That war, wide-wasting with impetuous rage, But nights, when sleep, and silence reign;

Lays the tall spire and sky-crown'd turret low. Serenity, with aspect fair, And love and joy are in thy train.

A pile stupendous, once of fair renown,

This monld'ring mass of shapeless ruin rose,

Where nudding heights of fractur'd columus ANOTHER INSCRIPTION IN THE SAME GROTTO.

frown, 1756.

And birds obscene in ivy-bow'rs repose : O Fairest of the village-born,

Oft the pale matron from the threat'ning wall, Content, inspire my careless lay!

Suspicious, bids her heedless children fly; Let no vain wish, no thought forlorn

Oft, as he views the meditated fall, Throw darkness o'er the smiling day.

Full swiftly steps the frighted peasant by. Forget'st thou, when we wander'd o'er The sylvan Beleau's' sedgy sbore,

But more respectful views th' historic sage, Or rang'd the woodland wilds along ;

Musing, these awful relics of decay, How oft on Herclay's' mountajus high

That once a refuge form'd from hostile rage, We've met the Morning's purple eye,

In Henry's and in Edward's dubious day. Delay'd by many a song?

He pensive oft reviews the mighty dead, From thee, from those by fortune led;

That erst have trod this desolated ground; To all the faree of life confin'd;

Reflects how here unhappy Salsbury bled, At once each native pleasure'fled,

When Faction aim'd the death-dispensing For thou, sweet nymph, wast left behind.

wound. Yet could I once, once more survey

Rest, gentle Rivers ! and ill-fated Gray! Thy comely form in mantle grey,

A flow'r or tear oft strews your humble grave, Thy polish'd brow, thy peaceful eye;

Whom Envy slew, to pave Ambition's way, Where e'er, forsaken fair, you dwell,

And whom a monarch wept in vain to sare. Though in this dim sequester'd cell, With thee I'd live and die.

Ah! what arail'd th'alliance of a throne ?

The pomp of titles what, or pow'r rever'd!

Happier to these the humble life unknown, WITH THE MINISTER OP RIPONDEN,

With virtue honour'd, and by peace endear'd. 1758.

Had thus the sons of bleeding Britain thought, THRICE happy you, whoe'er you are,

When hapless here inglorious Richard lay, From life's low cares secluded far,

Yet nany a prince, whose blood full dearly In this sequester'd vale!

bought Ye rocks on precipices pild!

The shameful triumph of the long-fought day; Ye ragged desarts, waste and wild !

Yet many a hero, whose defeated hand Delightful horrours, bail !

In death resigo'd the well-contested field, What joy within these sunless groves,

Had in his offspring sav'd a sinking land, Where lonely Contemplation roves,

The tyrant's terrour, and the nation's shield. · A small river in Westmorland.

Ill could the Muse indignant grief forbear, 2 A romantic village in the above mentioned

Should Mem'ry trace ber bleeding country's county, formerly the seat of the Herclays, earls ni

could she count, without a bursting teat, woes of Carlisle.

Th’ inglorious triumphs of the vary'd Rose !




While York, with conquest and revenge elate Of Harmony immortal, first receiv'd

Insulting, triumphs on St. Alban's plain, Her sacred mandate. Go, seraphic maid, Who views, nor pities Henry's hapless fate, Companion still to Nature ; from her works

Himself a captive, and his leaders slain? Derive thy lay melodious, great, like those, Ah prince! unequal to the toils of war, To stem ambition, faction's rage to quell;

Copy of the answer of the lord lieutenant to the

address of the house of commons, Feb. 27, 1762. Happier, from these had Fortune plac'd thee far,

In some lone convent, or some peaceful cell. “ I shall take the first opportunity of laying For what avail'd that thy victorious queen

before his majesty the sense of the house of Repaird the ruinsof that dreadful day;[green, fully into the truly liberal motives which have

commons contained in this address. [ enter That vanquish'd York, on Wakefield's purple influenced your conduct in this unanimous resoProstrate amidst the common slaughter lay:

lution. That you are solicitous not only to supIn vain fair Vict'ry beam'd the gladd’ning eye, port his majesty's government, but to support it

And, waving oft her golden pinions, smil'd ; with becoming grandeur and magnificence, reflects Full soon the flattring goddess meant to fly, the highest honour on yourselves : that you have

Full rightly deem'd unsteady Fortune's child. chosen the time of my administration ; that you Let Towton's field-but cease the dismal tale:

have distinguish'd my person as the object of For much its horrours would the Muse appal,

your favour, reflects the highest honour on me ; In softer strains suffice it to bewail

and I must ever consider this event as one of the The patriot's exile, or the hero's fall.

most fortunate and honourable circumstances

of my life. Whatever merit you ascribe to me Thus, silver Wharf', whose crystal-sparkling urn

in the government of this kingdom, in reality Reflects the brilliance of his blooining shore, arises from your own conduct, though your pare Still, melancholy-mazing, seems to mouro, tiality would transfer it to mine. Your unaniBut rolls, confus'd, a crimson wave no more. mity has first created this merit, and your libera

lity would now reward it. THE VICEROY:

“ I am sensible of the obligation you confer;

and I can in no way properly demonstrate my ADDRESSED TO THE EARL OF HALIFAX?.

sense of it, but by being, as I am, unalterably FIRST PUBLISHED IN 1762.

determined to implore bis majesty, that I may be 'Twas on Time's birth-day, when the voice divine permitted to enjoy it pure and unmixed with Wak'd sleeping Nature, while her infant eye, the lucrative advantages which you propose Yet trembling, struggl’d with created light; should attend it. This affectionate address is The heaven-born Muse, sprung from the source intended as an honour to me; that intention has, sublime

on your part, been fully answered: to make it 'A river near the field of battle, in which were

truly honourable, something is still necessary slain 35,000 men.

on mine : it becomes me to vie with the genero2 The following resolution of the Irish house of sity of parliament, and to keep up an emulation

of sentiment. commons respecting the revenue of the lord

It has been my duty; in the course lieutenant, and his excellency's speech in con

of this session, to propose large plans of publie sequence thereof, will both ilustrate this poem economy ; and I could not without pain submit,

expense, and to promise an attention to public and show the occasion of it. Copy of a resolution of the Irish parliament, re

that the establishment, already burthened at my specting the revenue of the lord lieutenant recommendation, should be still further charged

for Veneris, 26 Feb. 1762.

my own particular profit. " Resolved, nemine contradicente, That an

“ But while I consider myself at liberty to saaddress be presented to his excellency the lord crifice my private interests to my private feelings, lieutenant, that he will represent to his majesty I must consider myself as bound likewise to conthe sense of this house, that the entertainment's sult, in compliance with your enlarged and liberandappointments of the lord lieutenant of Ireland al sentiments, the future support of the station are become inadequate to the dignity of that high in which I am placed, to the dignity of which

the emoluments are, as you represent them, inoffice, and to the expense with which it is, and ought to be supported; and that it is the humble adequate. I shall transmit therefore the sense desire of this house, that his majesty will be of the house of commons, that the augmentagraciously pleased to grant such an augmentation which your generosity has proposed, may, tion to the entertainment of the lord lieutenant it bis majesty shall think tit, be made the estafor the time being, as, with the present allowan-blishment of my successor, when he shall enter ces, will in the whole amount to the annual sum

on the government of this kingdom ; and when of sixteen thousand pounds. And to express

it is probable the circumstauces of this country that satisfaction which we feel at the pleasing may be better able to support such additional hope, that this just and necessary augmentation burtben. But while I must decline accepting should take place during the administration of any part of the profits, I rejoice to charge myself a chief governor, whose many great and amiable with the whole of the obligation ; abundantly qualities, whose wise and happy administration happy, if, when I shall hereafter be removed from in the government of this kingdom, have univer- this high, and, through your favour, desireable sisally endeared him to the people of Ireland.

tuation, 1 should leave it, through your liberality, E. STERLING,

augmented in its emoluments, and by my inability H.ALCOCK,

} Cler. Dom, Com. not diminished in its reputation.”.


And elegantly simple. In thy train,

Held forth the base bribe, how he spuro'd it front Glory, and fair Renown, and deathless Fame And cried, I fight for Britain ! History rise, [him Attendant ever, each immortal name,

And blast the reigns that redden with the blood By thee deem'd sacred, to yon starry vault Of those that gave them glory! Happier days, Shall bear, and stamp in characters of gold. Gilt with a Brunswick's parent smile, await Be thine the care, alone where truth directs The honour'd Viceroy. More auspicious hours The firm beart, where the love of human kind Shall Halifax behold, nor grieve to find Infames the patriot spirit, there to soothe A favour'd land ungrateful to his care. The toils of Virtue with melodionis praise :

O for the Muse of Milton, to record For those, that smiling seraph bids thee wake The honours of that day, wheu full conven'd His golden lyre ; for those, the young-ey'd Sun

Hibernia's senate with one voice proclaim'd Gilds this fair-form'd world ; and genial Spring A nation's high applause ; when, long opprest Throws many a green wreath liberal from his With wealth-consuming war, their eager love bosom."

Advanc'd the princely dignity's support, So spake the voice divine, whose last sweet sound While Halifax presided ! o, belov'd Gare birth to Echo, tuneful nymph, that loves By every Muse, grace of the polish'd court, The Muse's haunt, dim grove, or lonely dale, The peasant's guardian, then what pleasure felt Or high wood old; and, listening while she sings, Thy liberal bosom ! not the low delight Dwells in long rapture on each falling strain.

Of Fortune's added gifts, greatly declin'd; O Halifax! an bumble Muse, that dwells No, 'twas the supreme bliss that fills the breast In scenes like these, a stranger to the world,

Of conscious Virtue, happy to behold To thee a stranger, late has learnt thy fame,

Her cares successful in a nation's joy. Even in this vale of silence; from the voice

But O, ye sisters of the sacred spring, Of Echo learnt it, and, like her, delights,

To sweetest accents tune the polish'd lay, With thy lov’d name, to make these wild woods The music of persuasion ! You alone vocal.

Can paint that easy eloquence that flow'd Spirits of ancient time, to high renown

In Attic streams, from Halifax that fluwid, By martial glory rais'd, and deeds august,

When all Tërne listen'd. Albion heard, Achiev'd for Britain's freedom ! patriot hearts,

And felt a parent's joy : “ No more,” she cried, That, fearless of a tyrant's threatening arm,

“No more shall Greece the man of Athens boast, Embrac'd your bleeding country! o'er the page,

Whose magic periods smooth'd the listening Wbere History triumphs in your holy names, O'er the dim monuments that mark your graves, of rapt Ilyssus. Rome shall claim no more Why streams my eye with pleasure ? 'Tis the joy The flowery path of eloquence alone The soft delight that through the full breast flows, To grace her consul's brow; for never spoke From sweet rememb'rance of departed virtue !

Himeria's Viceroy words of fairer phrase, O Britain, parent of illustrious names,

Forgetful of Alpheus' hastening stream, While o'er thy annals Memory shoots her eye,

When Arethusa stop'd her golden tide, (swains, How the heart glows, rapt with high-wondering Aud call'd her nymphs, and call'd ber shepherd love,

To leave their sweet pipes silent. Silent lay And emulous esteem !-Hail, Sydney, hail !

Your pipes, Hibernian Shepherds.” Liffey smild Whether Arcadian blythe, by fountain clear,

And on bis soft hand lean'd bis dimply cheek, Piping thy love-lays wild, or Spartan bold,

Attentive: “ Once so Wharton spoke," he In Freedom's van distinguisb'd, Sydney hail !

cried, Oft o'er thy laurell’d tomb from hands unseen

“Unhappy Wharton, whose young eloquence Fall flowers ; oft in the vales of Pensburst fair,

Yet vibrates on mine ear.” Whatever powers, Menalca, stepping froin his evening fold,

Whatever genii old, of vale or grove Listeneth strange music, from the tiny breath The high inhabitants, all throng'd to hear. Of fairy minstrels warbled, which of old,

Sylvanus came, and from his temples grey Dancing to thy sweet lays, they learned well.

His oaken chapled fung, lest haply leaf On Raleigh's grave, o strew the sweetest Or interposing bough should meet the sound, flowers

And bar its soft approaches to his ear, That on the bosom of the green vale blow!

Pan ceas'd to pipe-a moment ceas'd-for thes There hang your vernal wreaths, ye village- Suspicion grew, that Phoebus in disguise maids !

[bring His ancient reign invaded : down he cast, Ye mountain nymphs, your crowns of wild thyme In petulance, his reed ; but seiz'd it soon To Raleigh's honour'd grave! There bloom the

And filld the woods with clangour. Measures wild The virgin rose, that, blushing to be seen, (bay, The wanton Satyrs danc’d, then listening stood, Folds its fair leaves ; for modest worth was his;

And gaz'd with uncouth joy. A mind where Truth, Philosophy's first born,

Bnt hárk ! wild riots shake the peaceful plain, Held her barmonious reign : a Britain's breast, The gathering tumult roars, and Faction opes That, careful still of Freedom's holy pledge, Her blood-requesting eye. The frighted swain Disdain'd the mean arts of a tyrant's court,

Mourns o'er bis wasted labours, and implores Disdain'd and died! Where was thy spirit then,

His country's guardian. Previous to bis wish Queen of sea-crowning isles, wben Raleigh bled'? That guardian's care he found. The tumult How well he serv'd thee, let Iberia tell!

ceas'd, Ask prostrate Cales, yet trembling at his name,

And Faction clos'd her blood-requesting eye. How well he serv'd thee: when her vanquish'd Be these thy honours, Halifax! and these hand

The liberal Muse, that never stain'd her page

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