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And urging their various opinions, intended
Say, father Thames, whose gentle pace To make me wed systems, which they recom- Gives leave to view what beauties grace mended.
Your flow'ry banks, if you have seen Said a lech'rous old friar skulking near Lincoln's- The much-sung Grotto of the queen. inn,
Contemplative, forget awhile
And Wolsey's pridet (his greatest guilt)
Brow beats your flood, look 'cross the way, Hear a church that can't err, if you hope for sal. And view, from highest swell of tide, vation."
The milder scenes of Surrey side.
Nor abbeys, great in ruin, rise,
The Graces' and the Muses' love.
Said a jolly church parson, (devoted to ease, How would he hail his new-born year!)
Whose sides such licens'd idols crown That our's is the true church, the sense of our As Superstition would pull down: tribe is,
The only pilgrimage I know, And surely in medio tutissimus ibis."
That men of sense would choose to go: Said a yea and nay Friend, with a stiff hat and Which sweet abode, her wisest choice, band,
Urania cheers with heavenly voice, (Who while he talk'd gravely would hold forth his While all the Virtues gather round, hand,)
To see her consecrate the ground. Dominion and wealth are the aim of all three, If thou, the god with winged feet, Though about ways and means they may all dis- In council talk of this retreat, agree ;
And jealous gods resentment show
Their house our heroes should admit;
With Earth's first commoners recruit.
Needless it is in terms unskill'd
To praise whatever Boyle 5 shall build ; WRITTEN BY MR GREEN, UNDER THE NAME OF
Needless it is the busts to name
Of men, monopolists of fame;
For virtue as for learning known;
The thinking sculpture helps to raise
Deep thoughts, the genii of the place :
Hampton Court, begun by Cardinal Wolsey, and im.
proved by King William III. I strain, and lay among the rest.
1 Queen Anne, consort to King Richard II. and Queen
Elizabeth, both died at Richmond.
| Sion. House is now a seat belonging to the Duke of
& Richard Boyle, Earl of Burlington, a nobleman remark. able for his fine taste in architecture. * Never were protection and great wealth more generously and judiciously
diffused than by this great person, who had every quality * A building in Richmond Gardens, erected by Queen of a genius and artist, except envy.” He died December
4, 1753. Caroline, and committed to the custody of Stephen Duck. Al the time this poem was written, many other verses ap- 11 The author should have said five; there being the peared on the same subject.
busts of Newton, Locke, Wollaston, Clarke, and Boyle
To the mind's ear, and inward sight,
Let not profane this sacred place,
O Delia! when I louch this string, To thee my Muse directs her wing. Unspotted fair! with downcast look Mind not so much the murm'ring brook ; Nor fixt in thought, with footsteps slow Through cypress alleys cherish woe : I see the soul in pensive fit, And moping like sick linnet sit. With dewy eye, and moulting wing, Unperch'd, averse to fly or sing ; I see the favorite curls begin (Disus'd to toilet discipline) To quit their post, lose their smart air, And grow again like common hair; And tears, which frequent kerchiefs dry, Raise a red circle round the eye; And by this bur about the Moon, Conjecture more ill weather soon. Love not so much the doleful knell: And news the boding night-birds tell ;
Nor watch the wainscot's hollow blow;
Far from my theme, from method far,
No daub of elegiac strain
THE SPARROW AND DIAMOND.
I LATELY saw, what now I sing,
Fair Lucia's hand display'd ; This'finger grac'd a diamond ring,
On that a sparrow play'd.
The feather'd plaything she caressid,
She strok'd its head and wings; And while it nestled on her breast,
She lisp'd the dearest things.
With chisel'd bill a spark ill-set
He loosen'd from the rest, And swallow'd down to grind his meat,
The easier to digest.
She seiz'd his bill with wild affright,
Her diamond to descry : 'Twas gone! she sicken'd at the sight,
Moaning her bird would die.
The tongue-tied knocker none might use,
The curtains none undraw, The footmen went without their shoes,
The street was laid with straw.
Reason her logic armor quit,
O kindly view our letter'd strife,
We claim your zeal, and find within, · Philosophy and you are kin.
What virtue is we judge by you;
Father! forgive, thus far I stray,
The doctor ns'd his oily art
Of strong emetic kind, Th’apothecary play'd his part,
And engineer'd behind.
When physic ceas'd to spend its store,
To bring away the stone, Dicky, like people given o'er,
Picks up, when let alone.
His eyes dispellid their sickly dew's,
He peck'd behind his wing; Lucia, recovering at the news,
Relapses for the ring.
Meanwhile within her beauteous breast
Two different passions strove; When av'rice ended the contest,
And triumph'd over love.
Poor little, pretty, fluttering thing,
Thy pains the sex display, Who, only to repair a ring,
Could take thy life away.
Drive av'rice from your breasts, ye fair
Monster of foulest mien :
Could but its form be seen.
It made a virgin put on uile,
Truth's image break her word, A Lucia's face forbear to smile,
A Venus kill her bird.
Thomas TICKELL, a poet of considerable ele- Gentleman at Avignon." Both these are selected gance, born at Bridekirk, near Carlisle, in 1686, for the purpose of the present volume. He was was the son of a clergyman in the county of Cum- about this time taken to Ireland, by Addison, who berland. He was entered of Queen's College, Ox- went over as secretary to Lord Sunderland. When ford, in 1701, and having taken the degree of M. A. Pope published the first volume of his translation of in 1708, was elected fellow of his college, first ob- the Iliad, Tickell gave a translation of the first taining from the crown a dispensation from the book of that poem, which was patronized by Addi. statute requiring him to be in orders.. He then son, and occasioned a breach between those emi. came to the metropolis, where he made himself nent men. Tickell’s composition, however, will known to several persons distinguished in letters. bear no poetical comparison with that of Pope, and When the negotiations were carrying on which accordingly he did not proceed with the task. On brought on the peace of Utrecht, he published a the death of Addison, he was intrusted with the poem entitled “The Prospect of Peace," which ran charge of publishing his works, a distinction which through six editions. Addison, with whom he had he repaid by prefixing a life of that celebrated ingratiated himself by an elegant poem on his opera man, with an elegy on his death, of which Dr. Johnof Rosamond, speaks highly of “The Prospect of son says, “That a more sublime or elegant funeral Peace," in a paper of the Spectator, in which he poem is not to be found in the whole compass of expresses himself as particularly pleased to find English literature.” Another piece, which might be that the author had not amused himself with fables justly placed at the head of sober lyrics, is his out of the Pagan theology. This commendation “Ode to the Earl of Sunderland,” on his installa. Tickell amply repaid by his lines on Addison's tion as a knight of the Garter; which, keeping Cato, which are superior to all others on that sub-within the limits of truth, consigns a favorite name ject, with the exception of Pope's Prologue. to its real honors.
Tickell, being attached to the succession of the Tickell is represented as a man of pleasing manHouse of Hanover, presented George I. with a poem ners, fond of society, very agreeable in conversa. entitled “The Royal Progress;" and more effec- tion, and upright and honorable in his conduct. Ho tually served the cause by two pieces, one called was married, and left a family. His death took * An Imitation of the Prophecy of Nereus ;" the place at Bath, in 1740, in the 54th year of his age. other, “An Epistle from a Lady in England, to a
To-morrow, in the church to wed,
Oh, gone for ever; take this long adieu ;
And sleep in peace, next thy lov'd Montague. But know, fond maid ; and know, false man, To strew fresh laurels, let the task be mine, That Lucy will be there!
A frequent pilgrim, at thy sacred shrine ;
Mine with true sighs thy absence to bemoan, “ Then bear my corse, my comrades, boar, And grave with faithful epitaphs thy stone. This bridegroom blithe to meet,
If e'er from me thy lov'd memorial part,
May shame afflict this alienated heart;
of thee forgetful if I form a song,
My grief be doubled from thy image free,
And mirth a torment, unchastis'd by thee.
Oft let me range the gloomy aisles alone,
Sad luxury! to vulgar minds unknown, Then what were perjur'd Colin's thoughts? Along the walls where speaking marbles show How were these nuptials kept?
What worthies form the hallow'd mould below; The bridesmen flock'd round Lucy dead, Proud names, who once the reins of empire held; And all the village wept.
In arms who triumph'd ; or in arts excell'd; Confusion, shame, remorse, despair,
Chiefs, grac'd with scars, and prodigal of blood; At once his bosom swell:
Stern patriots, who for sacred freedom stood; The damps of death bedew'd his brow, Just men, by whom impartial laws were given; He shook, he groan'd, he fell.
And saints wbo taught, and led, the way to heaven
Ne'er to these chambers, where the mighty rest, From the vain bride, ah, bride no more! Since their foundation, came a nobler guest; The varying crimson fled,
Nor e'er was to the bowers of bliss convey'd When, stretch'd before her rival's corse, A fairer spirit or more welcome shade. She saw her husband dead.
In what new region, to the just assign'd, Then to his Lucy's new-made grave, What new employments please th' unbodied mind: Convey'd by trembling swains,
A winged Virtue, through th' ethereal sky, One mould with her, beneath one sod, From world to world unwearied does he fly? For ever he remains.
Or curious trace the long laborious maze
Of Heaven's decrees, where wondering angels gaze Oft at this grave, the constant hind
Does he delight to hear bold seraphs tell
How Michael battled, and the dragon fell;
In hymns of love, not ill essay'd below?
A task well suited to thy gentle mind ?
Oh! if sometimes thy spotless form descend : And fear to meet him there.
To me thy aid, thou guardian genius, lend !
When rage misguides me, or when fear alarms,
Lead through the paths thy virtue trod before,
Till bliss shall join, nor death can part us more. ON THE DEATH OF MR. ADDISON.
That awful form, which, so the Heavens decree
Must still be lov'd and still deplor'd by me ;
Or, rous'd by Fancy, meets my waking eyes
If in the stage I seek to sooth my care,
If pensive to the rural shades I rove,
Can I forget the dismal night that gave "Twas there of just and good he reason'd strong,
Thou Hill, whose brow the antique structures What awe did the slow solemn knell inspire ;
grace, The pealing organ, and the pausing choir; Rear’d by bold chiefs of Warwick's noble race, The duties by the lawn-rob'd prelate paid ; Why, once so lov'd, whene'er thy bower appears, And the last words that dust to dust convey'd ! O'er my dim eyeballs glance the sudden tears' While speechless o'er thy closing grave we bend, How sweet were once thy prospects fresh and fair Accept these tears, thou dear departed friend. | Thy sloping walks, and unpolluted air!