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But not to one in this benighted age
Is that diviner inspiration given,
The pomp and prodigality of heaven.
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
My lines a secret sympathy. impart;' And as their pleasing influence 'flows confest,'
A sigh of soft reflection 'heaves the heart.'
HIS OWN CHARACTER.
WRITTEN IN 1761,
AND FOUND IN ONE OF HIS POCKET BOOKS.
Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune;
* Squire] At that time Fellow of St. John's College, Cambridge, and afterwards Bishop of St. David's.
This jeu d'esprit first appeared in Warton's Edition of Pope.
With beauty, with pleasure surrounded, to lan
guish To weep without knowing the cause of my anguish: To start from short slumbers, and wish for the morn
ingTo close my dull eyes when I see it returning; Sighs sudden and frequent, looks ever dejectedWords that steal from my tongue, by no meaning
connected! Ah, say, fellow-swains, how these symptoms befell
They smile, but reply not-Sure Delia will tell me!
Written, at the request of Miss Speed, to an old air of Gemini
ani :- the thought from the French.
THYRsis, when we parted, swore
Ere the spring he would return-
And the bud that decks the thorn!
Idle notes! untimely green!
Why this unavailing haste?
Speak not always winter past.
TO P H E T.
Mr. Etough, of Cambridge University, the person satirized, was
as remarkable for the eccentricities of his character, as for his personal appearance. Mr. Tyson, of Bene’t College, made an etching of his head, and presented it to Mr. Gray, who embellished it with the following lines. Mr. Etough was rector of Therfield, Herts, and of Colmworth, Bedfordshire.
Thus Tophet look’d; so grinn'd the brawling fiend,