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Attention seems concern'd for her relief;
Nor want these happy shades a guardian pow'r,
But now descending from the pleasing scene, With easy steps the avenue 1 gain, Where, to the left, the brook its passage steals, And in its rocky bed its stream conceals; Now gently purling forms a soft cascade, Now glides involv'd beneath the happy shade; While on the bank, that guards the upper side, A sylvan wilderness displays its pride. Here the gay foliage sheds a vivid gleam, Reflected brightly from the solar beam; There, alter'd, does a darker face assume, And strikes us with a deep majestic gloom; Yet, c're six months their short-liv'd course have run, These charms shall vanish, and this bloom be gone! These trees, that now such lavish verdure boast, Shall naked stand, deform'd by winter's frost, Till spring returning dress the painted plain, And bid reviving nature smile again.
O thou, by virtue more than titles great, Whom Heav'n has bless'd with such a calm retreat, Mild Tweeddale, deign to hear the faithful Muse, Accept her homage, and approve her vows; Long may you firm Britannia's cause defend, And be in all extremes her steady friend I Long honour's paths with self-applause pursue, And keep the founders of your line in view"! Who, like the great dictator, left their plough, And taught in arms the stubborn Dane to bow; In the declining battle victors stood, And bought their country's safety with their blood. Here when the public cares allow you rest, The calm of philosophic leisure taste; Belov'd, esteem'd, admir'd, unenvy'd live! And boast a joy that fortune ne'er could give.
Now, lest the labour, Muse, appear too long, With Gilford end the long protracted song; Delightful village I bless'd with Nature's smile, Where golden plenty gilds the fruitful soil!
16 The late marchioness of Tweeddale who died at Edinburgh, 1736, universally lamented and esteemed.
"The first of the family of Hay were a good countryman and his two sons, who, when the Scots weie routed by the Danes at the battle of Loncarty, came in with their plough-shares, and by stopping the fugitives recovered the field, and defeated the enemy; for which they were rewarded with lands in Angus, ennobled by the king, and look the sirname of Hay. In relation to this accident, they bear for arms argent, three escutcheon gules. Of this name are the marquis of Tweeddale, and the earls of Errol and Kinnoule.
PART I. 579What green enclosures mark the flow'ry ground r
Thus has the Muse, but with too faint essay,
Yet, thus instructed, by thy providence, Tho' Nature, still profuse, her charms dispense, The storehouse of divine magnificence! Tho' all her works conspire our thoughts to raise To Thee, great object of all love and praise! How many, dead to this exalted joy. Cast o'er the whole an undelighted eye i Or, at the best, but cold spectators stand Unconscious of thy all-bestowing hand; Thy works, that set Thee in the strongest light, Serve, like a veil, to hide Thee from their sight; Like earth-born moles the ray divine they see, They taste not Nature,—for they know not Thee!
WRITTEN IN THB
ANCIENT PALACE OF FALKLAND,
Quod jam compositum violat mantis hospita bustum
"Deserted Falkland! when thy face I view,
1 It were to be wished those noble persons to whom the care of royal palaces, and other ancient buildings, both sacred and profane, belongs cithei by commission or right, would take some more care to preserve those venerable remains of anti quity, as entire as possible to posterity.
1 James V. the politest and most elegant prince of his time, repaired and beautified this palace, and built that of Linlithgow, which are both in a fine taste for that age, and both much superior to some celebrated pieces of modern architecture.
Grief, in thy ruin'd yet majestic state, To mark the picture of thy country's fate!"
Thus as I mus'd intent—and gaz'd around, Along the fractur'd walls with ivy bound! Where the worn bust display'd a dubious face, As if it mourn'd insulting time's disgrace; Faint from beneath a hollow murmur broke, Resembling human voice—and thus it spoke'.
"Inquire not, Stranger, time so fast devours, These faithless walls and sacrilegious tow'rs? Oh rather wonder they so long have stood, Stain'd with black parricide, and rais'd in blood! Here regal murder fix'd its deepest dye, A prince by famine lost!—that shade am I! From a fond father's tender arms betray'd, To linger here unpity'd, unsurvey'd! Nor think a stranger gave the deadly blow, A barbarous uncle bid me perish so! First to his power my heedless steps allur'd, Then in a dungeon's dismal depth immur'd. Think I the heir immediate to the crown, Brought np in elegance, and nurs'd in down; Who by too fond a parent's kindness bless'd, Could form a wish for nothing unpossess'd; While head-strong passion, deaf to reason's law, Pursued intensely every bliss it saw; Consum'd the shurt-liv'd day in new delight, In wasteful riot lengthen'd out the night; Think on the change—the sad reverse I found! Intomb'd alive, and shackled to the ground; Where then was minstrelsy? the voice of joy f The lavish banquet, and the wanton eye r The high respect by menial slaves bestow'd? The gay attendance? and deceitful crowd? All the wild luxury, my youth had known, Vanish'd at once—for ever, ever flown!
Nine days I struggled think the cruel strife!
The gnaw of anguish, and the waste of life!
The tenth unable longer to sustain •
The cruel smart, and strength-consuming pain,
To my devoted arm I turn'd for food,
And broke the vital channels of my blood!
But nature wasted now refus'd supply.
For life's exhausted fountains all were dry!
In clouds of dizziness, involv'd my sight,
Dim grew all objects, and confus'd the light!
In my dull ears a distant murmur rung,
The trembling accents falter'd on my tongue!
Wearied I sunk in death's embracing shade,
And mingled with that earth which now you tread."
Froze with the tale, I turn'd me quickly round, And left with hasty steps the fatal ground.
AUTHOR OF UNIVERSAL BEAUTY.
Sat, Heav'n-born Muse! for thence thy blameless
» The person introduced speaking here is Robert prince of Scotland, eldest son to Robert III. and
Learn't thee to scorn the glitt'ring joys of Earth,
Go on, chaste bard! protract the spotless pare,
Nature's attractions by thy pencil trae'd, Like Nature's self, shall ever-blooming last; The moral beauties of the mystic kind, The stronger, fair perfections of the mind! Next claim thy song;—nor thou the task refuse, Worthy the subject of thy purer Muse; r.nraptur'd on the charms of virtue dwell, And paint those joys you seem to know too well!
Thus, while with pleasing admiration led, Thy faultless lays enamour'd I survey'd! Prais'd, where I thought that real praise was due, Approv'd the work, nor yet its author knew; Now known;—no more I gaze on the design, But wonder that I did not guess it thine! I love thee so:—I dare not ev'n commend, Ev'n slight applause is flat fry in a friend; More proud of this than all the wreaths of fame, That you bestow'd—and I preserve the name!
-Tanto devinxit amore
Nos pudor, nos probitas, castique modestia vottm!
Thou spotless fair! accept the faithful lay,
Say, hcav'nly charm! whose magic fetters bind
Oh say! so little why thy influence known (
So few, who claim thy bounty as their own 1
brother to James L who was betrayed to this place, and most inhumanly starved to death by bi» nade Murdoc, duke of Albany, at the age of nineteen years; for which story see Buchanan. It is remarkable this prince bad been very wild, makes the contrast remarkably strong.
POEMS. PART I.
Say, why so much while pow'r or int'rest sway, The great are blind to thy superior ray?Why 'midst the pomp of courts thou sbun'st to
Go, gentle guest! to fair Marcella' go,
So the bright lamp of night the constant Moon, Unwearied, does her circling journey run; Oft thro' the fleecy cloud irradiant bends, And to benighted lands her influence lends; Wide o'er the globe her genial lustre throws, And all the splendour she receives bestows!
DEATH OF MRS. STUART OF CARDINESS,
AT EOlNBtltCII, AUGUST 29, 1732. ACED 13.
Quis desiderio sit pudor aut modus
Thou fair instructive pattern to thy kind,
Like one unhappy, who in slumber lay,
1 The honourable lady Mary Cunningham, daughter to the late earl of Eglintou.
Extremus perit tarn longi fructns amoris, Praecipitantque suos luctus,—neuterque recedens Snstinuit dixisse Vale! vitamque per omnem Nulla fuit tam moesta dies.
Like some fair turtle who, in sorrow mild.
Oh why ye pow'rs, who grae'd Amanda's youth
So fondly wept the Muse Amanda's care, So mourn'd, concem'd the visionary fair; Pictur'd her languid look, and thoughtful mien, That spoke the struggling passions held within! When quick the change—as fancy could sustain, Appear'd a native of the heavenly plain! And while the rapture thro' my senses ran, The cherub rosy-smil'd and thusbegan.
"Cease, anxious mortal! long inur'd to care,
"As pictures plac'd too distant, or too near,
"Tho' harsh to thee appear Amanda's pain, Forbid by duty—honour—to complain!
1 This was occasioned by the misfortune of a lady of quality, who had her children forced from her in a very unhappy manner.
Yet from her suffering shall her glory rise,
"And he the beauteous youth, who yet remains,
So ceas'd the angel!—thro' the void of day, Surpriz'd I saw his glitt'ring pinions play; While recollective, as my slumher hroke, I mark'd the pleasing presage he had spoke; Bless'd, could the Muse but make her wishes good, Accept her vows—she cannot what she wou'd!
Orscur'n hy fortune,—and by anguish pain'd,
To vulgar minds let wealth its charms unfold,
Thus with uncommon goodness you receive
Oh had the Muse the dear celestial art,
i A letter wrote to the author in answer to the first epistle.
To run HONOURABLE
THE LADY SUSANNA MONTGOMERY.
Rare est adeo concordia forms
Vain are the weak allurements of the form, Unless the mental part its task perform;External beauty time and chance invade, The soul's superior graces never fade!But while, in your accomplish'd person join'd, We see with virtue ev'ry charm comhin'd;
By merit won, the subject heart oheys,
And by hereditary right you please!Well with your matchless mother may you share Her lasting pow'r, whose spotless name you hear,
As chaste your breast—your face almost as fair!
710 MR. HENRY TONGE,
STUDENT IN THE UNIVERSITY OF ELUS3LRCH.
Erat enim in seriis jocisque amicus omnium horarum.
Accept the verse no strains of flatt'ry swell,
With love of learning while thy hosom glows,
Well have you chosen the life-restoring art,
Not madly airy, nor morosely grave,
POEMS. PART f.
Most happy he! to whom the Fates shall give, The bless'd associate of thy joys to live! To whom you shall the leisure-moment lend, With whom the cares of busy life unbend! With lively thought, exalted truth refine, And give new lustre to the genial wine j May Fortune, yielding to your science kind, Bestow her bounty equal to your mind. Shall groveling souls their useless treasures boast? In whom the sense of human-kind is lost! Shall titled slaves Heaven's rich elixir waste, To gratify a mean luxuriant taste? And shall just Heav'n deny the means to thee, To make its blessings like its bounty free! But if in vain the fond petitions aim, Still may your lovely temper last the same! Belov'd, unenvy'd, pass your happy days! Stamp ev'ry joy with bright intrinsic ease; Till fate turn out the destin'd hour assign'd, Till Heav'n reclaims you, and you leave behind A memory dear, and useful to mankind!
While you with Atticus enjoy the praise, By all distinguish'd, ev'ry side to please; While parties join your merit to commend, And ev'ry honest man must be your friend: Forgive the Muse who would her homage pay, And to your view submit the faithful lay; Who, conscious of the joys you most approve, Seeks you, retir'd, within your fav'rite grove: On Esca's bank1, where, with melodious sound, The thrush responsive charms the shades around: Where, free from public cares, and city-noise, Your mind the sweets of solitude enjoys! Where pure and undisturb'd your blessings flow, As Heav'n seem'd pleas'd its favours to bestow; Blessings! in which so few can claim a part, A plenteous fortune with a temperate heart. Long pass delighted here your leisure-day, And let life's evening shed its placid ray; Lov'd by your friends, and to your country dear, Spend the fair remnant of the lengthen'd year; Health unimpair'd, and passions ever ev'n, On Earth the foretaste of approaching Heav'n! While nature's beauties still before you rise, Charm ev'ry sense, and feast your ravish'd eyes! Till by a change insensible you gain TV immortal joys that worthy deeds remain;
1 Mevis-bank, a beautiful villa belonging to that gentleman situated by the side of the river North-Esk, where the disposition of the house and gardens is in the most elegant and finished taste, answerable to the fine genius of the owner. VOL. XXV.
And with applause receive the radiant crown
So far, my lord, the Muse had gone astray,
Accept the verse—that scorns the venal part, Nor yet has known to prostitute the art; Who ne'er to vice could slavish altars raise, Or learn'd to flatter, where she blush'd to praise; Whose numbers careless, like herself, and free, Express her thoughts, and with her heart agree; Her strength unequal to the task she knows, 111 suits her voice to sing, oppress'd with woes; Let others touch the lyre from trouble free, (That happy lot was once allow'd to me!) But when the breast is torn with varied pain, Wild must the measures be, and rude the strain; Your candour only can her faults excuse, Your guardian smile alone protect the Muse; For worth like your's, with native lustre bright, Can gild obscurest objects with its light!
TO THE SAME,
WITH NATURE, A POEM.
Patron of learning! and the Muse's friendl
Let others, strangers to all foreign worth,
Would'st thou indulge the Muse's fond request, Thy Country Seat1 in all its beauties drest, Fair as its model, just as its design, To future ages should distinguish'd shine; Kais'd by thy pen, shou'd northern Wansteads rise, Or future Chatsworths strike the ravish'd eyes!Till Scotia should as lovely villas boast, As grace fair Thames's shore, or bless Hesperia's coast!As once of old, at great Amphion's call, To magic numbers rose the Theban wall!The same effect thy noble strains should yield, And verse again resume the pow'r to build.
1 An ingenious poem of that gentleman's, entitled the Country Seat, never published. Qq