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Is coming to your homely cot,

Praise him, arch-angelic band, To call you to a nobler lot;

Ye that in his presence stand; 1, Fortune, promise wenlth and pow'r,

Praise him, ye that watch and pray,
By way of matrimonial dow'r:

Michael's myriads in array.
Preferment crowns the golden day,
When fair occasion leads the way.”

Praise him, Sun at each extreme,
Thus spake the frail, capricious dame,

Orient streak, and western beam; When she that sent the message came.-

Moon and stars of mystic dance, • From first invention's highest sphere,

Silv'ring in the blue expanse. I, queen of imag'ry, appear;

Praise him, () ye heights that suar And throw myself at Reason's feet,

Heav'n and Heav'n for evermore ; Upon a weighty point to treat.

And ye streams of living rill
You dwell alone, and are too grave;

Higher yet and purer still.
You make yourself too much a slave;
Your shrewd deductions run a length,

Let them praise his glorious name,

From whose fruitful word they came; 'Till all your spirits waste their strength:

And they first began to be
Your fav’rite logic is full close;
Your morals are to much a dose;

As he gave the great decree.
You ply your studies ’till you risk

Their constituent parts he founds Your senses-you should be more brisk

For duration without bounds; The doctors soon will find a flaw,

And their covenant has seal'd, And lock you up in chains and straw.

Which shall never be repeal'd. But, if you are inclin'd to take

Praise the Lord on earth's domains; The gen'rous offer which I make,

Praise, ye mutes, that sea contains; I'll lead you from this hole and ditch,

They that on the surface leap,
To gay conception's top-most pitch;

And the dragons of the deep.
To those bright plains, where crowd in swarms
The spirits of fantastic forms;

Batt'ring hail, and fires that glow,
To planets populous with elves;

Streaming vapours, plumy snow; To natures still above themselves,

Wind and storm, his wrath incurr'd By soaring to the wond'rous height

Wing'd and pointed at his word. Of notions, which they still create;

Mountains of enormous scale, I'll bring you to the pearly cars,

Every hill and every vale; By dragons drawn, above the stars;

Fruit trees of a thousand dies, To colours of Arabian glow;

Cedars that perfume the skies! And to the heart-dilating show

Beasts that haunt the woodland maze, Of paintings, which surmount the life: At once your tut’ress, and your wife.'

Nibbling focks and droves that graze; "Soft, soft,” (says Reason) “lovely friend ; Reptiles of amphibious breed, Tho' to a parley I attend,

Feather'd millions form'd for speed. I cannot take thee for a mate;

Kings, with Jesus for their guide, I'm lost, if e'er I change my state.

Peopled regions far and wide; But whensoe'er your raptures rise,

Heroes of their country's cause, l'll try to come with my supplies;

Princes, judges of the laws. To muster up my sober aid,

Age and childhood, youth and maid, What time your lively pow'rs invade;

To his name your praise be paid; To act conjointly in the war

For his word is worth alone
On dulness, whom we both abhor;

Far above his crown and throne.
And ev'ry sally that you make,
I must be there, for conduct's sake;

He shall dignify the crest
Thy correspondent, thine ally;

Of his people, rais'd and blest; Or any thing, but bind and tye

While we serve with praise and pray'rs, But, ere this treaty be agreed,

All in Christ his saints and heirs.
Give me thy wand and winged steed :
Take thou this compass and this rule,
That wit may cease to play the fool;
And that thy vot'ries who are born

ODE TO LORD BARNARD, For praise, may never sink to scorn.”


Sis licet felix ubicunque mavis,
Et memor nostri,



HALLELUJAH! kneel and sing
Praises to the heav'nly Kieg;
To the God supremely great,
Hallelujah in the height.

Melpomene, who charm'st the skies,

Queen of the lyre and lute,
Say, shall my noble patron rise,

And thou, sweet Muse, be mute?
Shall fame, to celebrate his praise,
Her loudest, loftiest accents raise,

And all her silver trumps employ,

While on the shores the billows beat, And thou restrain thy tuneful hand,

Yet still my grateful Muse is ree,
And thou an idle list'ner stand.

To tune her warmest strains to thee,
Amidst the general joy?

And lay them at thy feet.
Forbid it, all ye powers above,

Goodness is ever kindly prone
That human hearts can try,

To feign what fate denies,
Forbid il gratitude and love,

And others want of worth t'atone,
And every tender tye :

Finds in herself supplies:
Was it not he, wbose pious cares

Thus dignity itself restrains,
Upheld me in my earliest years,

By condescension's silken reins,
And cheer'd me from his ample store,

While you the lowly Muse upraise;
Who animated my designs,

When such the theme, so mean the bard,
In Roman and Athenian mines,

Not to reject is to reward,
To search for learning's ore?

To pardon is to praise.
The royal hand, my lord, shall raise

To nobler heights thy name,
Who praises thee, sball meet with praise

Ennobled in thy fame.
A disposition form'd to please,

To Harriot all accomplish'd fair,
With dignity endeard by ease,

Begin, ye Nine, a grateful air;
And grandeur in good nature lost,

Ye Graces, join ber worth to tell,
Hare more of genuine desert,

And blazon what you can't excell.
Have more the merit of the heart,

Let Flora rifle all her bow'rs,
Than arts and arms can boast.

For fragrant shrubs, and painted flow'rs,
Can I forget fair Raby's' towers,

And, in her vernal robes array'd,
How awful and how great!

Present them to the noble maid.
Can I forget such blissful bowers,

Her breath shall give them new perfume,
Such splendour in retreat!

Her blushes shall their dyes outbloom;
Where me, ev'n me, an infant bard,

The lily now no more shall boast Cleveland ? and Hope 3 indulgent heard.

Its whiteness, in her bosom lost. (Then, Fame, I felt thy first alarms) Ah, much lov'd pair !-tho one is fled,

See yon delicious woodbines rise

By oaks exalted to the skies,
Still one compensates for the dead,

So view in Harriot's matchless mind
In merit and in charms.

Humility and greatness join'd.
O more than compensation, sure !

To paint her dignity and ease,
O blessings on thy life!

Form'd to command, and form’d to please,
Long may the three-fold bliss endure,

In wreaths expressive be there wove
In daughters, sons, and wife!

The birds of Venus and of Jove.
Hope, copyist of her mother's mind,
Is loveliest, liveliest of her kind,

There where th' immortal laurel grows,
Her soul with every virtue teems,

And there, where blooms the crimson rose,
By none in wit or worth outdone,

Be with this line the chaplet bound,
With eyes, that shining on the Sun,

That beauty is with virtue crown'd.
Defy his brightest beams.
Hark! Charity's cherubic voice
And bids their languid hearts rejoice,

And points to Raby's door ;

BERLAND, open heart and open hands,

ON HIS BEING APPOINTED LORD LIE! TENANT OF There, Hospitality-she stands,

A nymph, whom men and gods admire,
Daughter of heavenly Goodness she,

Whate'er distinguish'd patriots rise,
And Honour is her sire.

The times and manners to revise,
What though, my lord, betwixt us lie

And drooping merit raise,
Full many an envious league,

The song of triumph still pursues
Their footsteps, and the moral Muse

Daells sweetly on their praise.
It is a task of true delight,
The ways of goodness to recite,

And all her works refin'd;
His lordship's seat in the county of Durham.

Thongh modest greatness under rate
Its lustre; 'tis as fix'd as fate,

Says truth with music join'd.

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Her sister's Generosity,

Such vast extent of sea and sky,

As even the eye fatigue;
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. Her late grace of Cleveland.
* The honourable Mrs. Hope.

All hail to this auspicious mom,

The parallel will own ; When we, for gallant Warkworth born,

O let our voice and hearts combine, Our gratulations pay :

O let us, fellow warblers, join, Though Virtue all the live-long year,

Our patroness to crown. Refuse her eulogy to hear,

When heavy hung thy flagging wing, She must attend to day.

When thou could'st neither move nor sing. All hail to that transcendant fair,

Of spirits void and rest ; That crown'd thy wishes with an heir,

A lovely nymph her aid apply'd, And bless'd her native land:

She gave the bliss to Heav'n allied, Still shoots thy undegenerate line,

Aud cur'd thee on her breast. Like oak from oak, and pine from pine,

Me too the kind indulgent maid, As goodly and as grand.

With gen'rous care and timely aid, O how illustrious and divine

Restor'd to mirth and health; Were all the heroes of thy line,

Then join'd to her, O may I prove 'Gainst Rome's ambitious cheat!

By friendship, gratitude and love, Born all these base insidious arts,

The poverty of wealth.
Which work the most in weakest hearts,

To dare and to defeat !
Live then in triumph o'er deceit,

MARTI AL. Book 1, Ep. 26.
That with new honours we may greet

WHEN Brutus’ fall wing'd fame to Porcia The house of arms and arts, "Till blest experience shall evince



Those arms her friends conceal'd, her passion How fairly you present that prince, Who's sovereign of our hearts.

She soon perceiv'd their poor officious wiles,

Approves their zeal, but at their folly smiles. In pity to our sister isle

What Cato taught, Heaven sure cannot deny, With sighs we lend thee for a while;

Bereav'd of all, we still have pow'r to die. o be thou soon restor'd,

Theu down her throat the burning coal conveyed, Tho' Stanhope, Hallifax were there,

“Go now, ye fools, and hide your swords," she We never had a man to spare

said. Our love could less afford.



From the Latin of Petronius Ascanius. The sweets of evening charm the mind, Sick of the sultry day;

When, wanton fair, the snowy orb you throw, The body then no more confin'd,

I feel a fire before unknown in snow,
But exercise with freedom join'd,

E'en coldest snow I find has pow'r to warm
When Phæbus sheathes his ray.

My breast, when fung by Julia's lovely arm.

Ti elude love's powerful arts I strive in vain, While all-serene the summer Moon

If ice and snow can latent fires contain
Sends glances thro' the trees,

These frolics leave; the force of beauty prove ; And Philomel Legins her tune,

With equal passion cool my ardent love.
Asteria too shall help her soon

With voice of skilful ease.
A nosegay, every thing that grows,
And music, every sound

To lull the Sun to his repose;
The skies are coloured like the rose
With lively streaks around.

THE WHOLESALE CRITIC AND THE Of all the changes rung by time

None half so sweet appear,
As those when thoughts themselves sublime,

And with superior natures chime


all to each ancient sacred sbade
In fancy's highest sphere.

Of those, who gave the Muses aid,
Skill'd verse mysterious to unfold,
And set each brilliant thought in gold.

Hail Aristotle's honour'd shrine,
ODE TO A VIRGINIA NIGHTIN- And, great Longinus, hail to thine ;

Ye too, whose judgments ne'er could fail,

Hail Horace, and Quintilian hail;
WHICH WAS CIRED OF A FIT IN THE BOSOM OF A And, dread of every Goth and Hun,

Hail Pope, and peerless Addison.

Alas! by different steps and ways AUTHOR IN A DANGEROUS ILLNESS.

Our modern critics aim at praise, Swert bird! whose fate and mine agree, And rashly in the learned arts, As far as proud humanity

They judge by prejudice and parts;



For crampt by a contracted soul,

Shall man to man afford derision, How shou'd they comprehend the whole?

But for some casual divisiou ; I know of many a deep-learn'd brother,

To malice, and to mischief prone, Who weighs one science by another,

From climate, canton, or from zone, And makes 'mongst bards poetic schism,

Are all to idle discord bent, Because he understands the prism;

These Kentish men—those men of Kent; Thinks in acuteness he surpasses,

And parties and distinction make, From knowledge of the optic-glasses.

For parties and distinction's sake. There are some critics in the nation,

Souls sprung from an etherial flame, Profoundly vers'd in gravitation ;

However clad, are still the same ; Who like the bulky and the great,

Nor should we judge the heart or head, And judge by quantity and weight.

By air we breathe, or earth we tread. Some who're extremely skill'd in building, Dame Nature, who, all meritorious, Judge by proportion, form, and gilding,

In a true Englishman is glorious; And praise with a sagacious look

Is lively, honest, brave and bonny, The architecture of a book.

In Monsieur, Taffy, Teague, and Sawney. Soon as the hops arriv'd from Kent,

Give prejudices to the wind, Forth to the quay the merchant went,

And let's be patriots of mankind. Went critically to explore

Bigots, avaunt, sense can't endure ye, The merit of the hops on shore.

But fabulists should try to cure ye. Close to a bag he took his standing,

A snub-nos'd dog to fat inclin'd And at a venture thrust his hand in;

Of the true hogan mogau kind, Then, with the face of a physician,

The favourite of an English dame, Their colour scann’d and their condition ; Mynheer Van Trumpo was his name: He trusts his touch, his smell, his eyes,

One morning as he chanc'd to range, The goods at once approves and buys.

Met honest Towzer on the 'Change; Catchup, so dextrous, droll, and dry,

“ And whom bave we got here, I beg," It happen's Catchup there was by,

Quoth he,--and lifted up his leg; Who like Iago', arch on all,

An English dog can't take an airing, Is Dothing, if not critical.

But foreign scoundrels must be staring. He with a sneer and with a shrug,

I'd have your French dogs and your Spanish, With eye of hawk, and face of pug,

And all your Dutch and all your Danish, Cry'd; “ Pellow, I admire thy fun,

By which our species is confounded, Thou most judiciously hast done,

Be hang'd, be poison'd, or be drowned; Who from ooe handful buyst ten ton.

No mercy on the race suspected, Does it not enter in thy crown,

Greyhounds from Italy excepted : Some may be mouldy, some be brown;

By them my dames ne'er prove big-bellied, The vacancies with leaves supplied,

For they, poor toads, are Farrinellied.
And some half pick'd and some half dry'd ?” Well, of alldogs it stands confess'd,
The merchant, who Tom Catchup knew, Your English bull dogs are the best;
(A merchant and a scholar too)

I say it, and will set my hand to't,
Said, “ What I've done is not absurd,

Cambden records it, and I'll stand to't. I know my chap and take his word.

"Tis true we have too much urbanity, On thee, thou caviller at large,

Somewhat o'ercharg'd with soft humanity; I here retort thy random charge,

The best things must find food for railing, Who, in an hypercritic rage,

And every creature has its failing." Judgest ten volumes by a page;

“ And who are you?” reply'd Van Trump, Whose wond'rous comprehensive view

(Curling his tail upon his rump) Grasps more than Solomon e'er knew;

Vaunting the regions of distraction, With every thing you claim alliance,

The land of party and of faction. Art, trade, profession, calling, science ;

In all fair Europe, who but we, You mete out all things by one rule,

For national economy ; And are an universal fool.

For wealth and peace, that have more charms, Though swoln with vanity and pride,

Than learned arts, or noisy arms? You're but one driv'ller multiplied,

You envy us our dancing bogs, A prig-that proves himself by starts,

With all the music of the frogs;
As many doits—as there are arts.”

Join'd to the Tretchscutz's bonny loon,
Who on the cymbal grinds the tune.

For poets, and the Muses nine,
THE ENGLISH BULL DOG, DUTCH Beyond comparison we shine :

Oh! how we warble in our gizzards,

With X X's, HI H's and with Z Z's.

For fighting—now you think I'm joking; Agę we not all of race divine,

We love it better far than smoking. Alike of an immortal line?

Ask but our troops, from man to boy.

Who all surviv'd at Fontenoy. 10, gentle lady, do not put me to't,

'Tis true, as friends, and as allies, For I am nothing if not critical.

We're ever ready to devise;
OrHello, Act, 2, scene 5.

Our loves, or any kind assistance,

Let us invert, in thy disguise, That may be granted at a distance;

That odious nature, we despise." But if you go to brag, good bye l’ye,

She ceas'd--the sable mantled dame Nor dare to brave the High and Mighty.” With slow approach, and awful, came

“Wrong are you both," rejoins a quail, And frowning with sarcastic sneer, Confin'd within its wiry jail :

Reproach'd the female rioteer : * Frequent from realm to realm l've rang'd That nature you abuse, my fair, And with the seasons, climates chang'd.

Was I created to repair, Mankind is not so void of grace,

And contrast with a friendly shade, But good I've found in every place :

The pictures Heaven's rich pencil made ; I've seen sincerity in France,

And with my sleep alluring dose, Amongst the Germans complaisance ;

To give laborious art repose; In foggy Holland wit may reign,

To make both noise and action cease, I've known humility in Spain;

The queen of secresy and peace. Free'd was I by a turban'd Turk,

But thou a rebel, vile, and vain, Whose life was one entire good work ;

Usurp'st my lawful old domain; Apd in this land, fair freedom's boast,

My sceptre thou affect'st to sway, Behold my liberty is lost.

And all the various hours are day; Despis'd Hibernia have I seen,

With clamours of unreal joy, Dejected like a widow'd queen;

My sister, Silence, you destroy; Her robe with dignity long worn,

The blazing lamp's unnatural light And cap of liberty were torn;

My eye balls weary and affright; Her broken fife, and harp unstrung,

But if I am allow'd one shade, On the uncultor'd ground were fung;

Whic) no intrusive eyes invade, Down lay her spear, defil'd with rust,

There all the atrocious imps of Hell, And book of learning in the dust;

Theft, Murder, and Pollution dwell : Her loyalty still blameless found,

Think then bow much, thou toy of chance, And hospitality renown'd :

Thy praise is likely worth tinhance; No more the voice of fame engrossid,

Blind thing that run'st without a guide, In discontent and clamour lost.

Thou whirlpool in a rushing tide, Ah ! dire corruption, art thou spread,

No more my fame with praise pollute,
Where never viper rear'd it's head?

Bot damn me into some repute.”
And didst thy baleful influence sow,
Where hemlock nor the nightshade grow.
Hapless, disconsolate, and brave,
Hibernia ! who'll Hibernia save?

Who shall assist thee in thy woe,
Who ward from thee the fatal blow?

ŠTis done, the glorious work is done,
All thanks to Heaven and Hartington.

The poker lost, poor Susan storm'd,
And all the rites of rage perform'd;

As scolding, crying, swearing, sweating,

Abusing, fidgetting, and fretting.

· Nothing but villainy, and thieving;

Good Heavens! what a world we live in ? Quam multa prava atque injusta fiunt moribus.

If I don't find it in the morning,

Terent. I'll surely give my master warning, Fashion, a motley nymph of yore,

He'd better far shut up his doors, The Cyprian queen to Porteus bore :

Than keep such good for nothing whores ; Various herself in various climes,

For wheresoe'er their trade they drive, She moulds the manners of the times;

We vartuous bodies cannot thrire.” And turns in every age or nation,

Well may poor Susan grunt and groan; The chequer'd wheel of variegation ;

Misfortunes never come alone, True female that ne'er knew her will,

But tread each other's heels in throngs, Still changing, tho’immortal still.

For the next day she lost the tongs : One day as the inconstant maid

The salt box, cullender, and pot, Was careless on her sofa laid,

Soon shard the same untimely lot. Sick of the Sun and tir'd with light,

In vain she vails and wages spent She thus invok'd the gloomy Night :

On new ones for the new ones wenta “ Come—these malignant rays destroy,

There'd been, (she swore) some dev'l or witch in, Thou screen of shame, and rise of joy.

To rob or plunder all the kitchen. Come from thy western ambuscade,

One night she to her chamber crept ; Queen of the rout and masquerade ::

(Where for a month she had not slept ; Nymph, without thee no caids advance,

Her master being, to her seeming, Without thee halts the loit'ring dance ;

A better playfellow than dreaming.) Till tbou approach, all, all's restraint,

Curse on the author of these wrongs, Nor is it safe to game or paint ;

lu her own bed she found the tongs, 'The belles and beaux thy influence ask,

(Hang Thomas for an idle joker!) Put on the universal mask.

In her own bed she found the poker;

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