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The following Parodies and burlesque Ode,
written in IMITATION of three of Mr. Gray's justly-admired pieces, it is hoped will prove an agreeable Entertainment to the Reader.
V E dazzling lamps, ye jocund fires,
That from yon fabric shine,
* Mr. Lacy, formerly one of the managers of Drury-lane theatre, is said to have first planned Ranelagh,
And ye, who from the fields which lie
The gardens and the dome survey,
Ah, splendid room ! ah, pleasing shade!
Ah, walks belov'd in vain
A stranger then to pain :
As waving fresh their gladsome wing,
Rotonda, Rotonda, fay, for thou hast feen
Full many a sprightly race,
'The paths of pleasure trace"; Who chiefly now delight to lave Green hyfon, in the boiling wave,
The fable coffee, which distil ?
What longing progeny are found,
Like horses in a mill?
While some on earnest business dream;
And, gravely stupid, try
Of public policy:
And unknown regions dare defcry: Still as they walk they look behind,
Left fame a secret foe should find
From some malicious eye.
Loud mirth is theirs, and pleasing praise.
To beauty's shrine address’d;
Which charm the soften'd breast;
And ev'ry art coquets employ;
The fpirits brisk, the sorrows light,
That fly th' approach of joy.