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What wonder if, to patient valour train'd, They guard with spirit what by strength they gain'd?
And while their rocky ramparts round they see, The rough abode of want and liberty,
(As lawless force from confidence will grow) Insult the plenty of the vales below?
What wonder, in the sultry climes, that spread
[The following couplet, which was intended to have been introduced in the poem on the Alliance of Education and Government, is much too beautiful to be lost, MASON.]
When love could teach a monarch to be wise, And gospel-light first dawn'd from Bullen's eyes.
STANZAS TO MR. BENTLY.
Mr. Bently had made a set of designs for Mr. Gray's Poems, particularly a head-piece to the Long Story. The original drawings are in the library at Strawberry Hill.
In silent gaze the tuneful choir among,
Half pleased, half blushing, let the Muse admire,
While Bently leads her sister art along,
See, in their course, each transitory thought
The tardy rhymes that used to linger on,
To censure cold, and negligent of fame,
In swifter measure animated run,
And catch a lustre from his genuine flame.
But not to one in this benighted age
That burns in Shakspeare's or in Milton's page,
SKETCH OF HIS OWN CHARACTER.
As when conspiring in the diamond's blaze, The meaner gems, that singly charm the sight, Together dart their intermingled rays,
And dazzle with a luxury of light.
Enough for me, if to some feeling breast
SKETCH OF HIS OWN CHARACTER. WRITTEN IN 1761.
AND FOUND IN ONE OF HIS POCKET BOOKS.
Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to impor
He had not the method of making a fortune: Could love, and could hate, so was thought somewhat odd;
No very great wit, he believed in a God:
But left church and state to Charles Townsend and Squire*.
* Squire] At that time Fellow of St. John's College, Cambridge, and afterwards Bishop of St. David's.
Written, at the request of Miss Speed, to an old air of Geminiani:—the thought from the French.
THYRSIS, when we parted, swore
And the bud that decks the thorn?
Idle notes! untimely green!
Cease, my doubts, my fears to move,
Suggested by a view of the Seat and Ruins of a deceased nobleman, at Kingsgate, Kent, in 1766. (The house was built as a correct imitation of Cicero's Formian Villa, at Baiæ.)
OLD, and abandon'd by each venal friend,
On this congenial spot he fix'd his choice;
Here seagulls scream, and cormorants rejoice, And mariners, though shipwreck'd, dread to land.
Here reign the blustering North and blighting East,
No tree is heard to whisper, bird to sing;
Here mouldering fanes and battlements arise,