Report of an adjudged case, not to be found in any of the books, On the burning of Lord Mansfield's library, Ode to Apollo, Stanzas on the first publication of Sir Charles Grandison, Address to Miss, on reading the Prayer for Indifference, To the Rev. Mr. Newton, on his return from Ramsgate, Poetical epistle to Lady Austen, Song, written at the request of Lady Austen, A. YOU told me, I remember, glory, built On selfish principles, is shame and guilt; The deeds that men admire as half divine, Stark naught, because corrupt in their design. Strange doctrine this! that without scruple tears The laurel, that the very lightning spares; Brings down the warrior's trophy to the dust, And eats into his bloody sword like rust. B. I grant that, men continuing what they are, Fierce, avaricious, proud, there must be war; And never meant the rule should be applied To him that fights with justice on his side. Let laurels, drenched in pure Parnassian dews Reward his memory, dear to every muse, Who, with a courage of unshaken root, In Honour's field advancing his firm foot, Plants it upon the line that Justice draws, And will prevail or perish in her cause. "Tis to the virtues of such men, man owes His portion in the good that heaven bestows. And when recording History displays Feats of renown, though wrought in ancient days, Tells of a few stout hearts, that fought and died, Where duty placed them at their country's side; The man, that is not moved with what he reads, The wretch to naught but his ambition true, A. "Tis your belief the world was made for man; |