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one, “A rarer man than you “ In pulpit none shall hear : “ But yet, methinks, to tell you true,
“ You sell it plaguy dear."
Or clergy made so fine?
May kill a sound divine.
'Twould cost him, I dare say, Less trouble taking twice the sun,
Without the clowns that pay.
ADDRESSED TO HENRY COWPER, Esq.
On his emphatical and interesting Delivery of the Defence of Warren Hastings, Esq. in the House of Lords,
COWPER, whose silver voice, task'd sometimes
hard, Legends prolix delivers in the ears
(Attentive when thou read'st) of England's peers, Let verse at length yield thee thy just reward. Thou wast not heard with drowsy disregard,
Expending late on all that length of plea Thy generous powers; but silence honour'd thee, Mute as e'er gazed on orator or bard. Thou art not voice alone, but hast beside Both beart and head; and couldst with music
sweet Of Attic phrase and senatorial tone, Like thy renown'd forefathers, far and wide Thy fame diffuse, praised not for utterance meet
of others' speech, but magic of thy own.
ADDRESSED TO DR. DARWIN,
Author of The Botanic Garden,'
TWO Poets * (poets, by report,
Not oft so well agree),
Conspire to honour Tbee.
Who oft themselves have known
pangs of a poetic birth
Though various yet complete,
And learned as 'tis sweet.
Though, could our hearts repine
They would they must at thine.
Of friendship's closest tie,
With an unjaundiced eye;
And howsoever known,
Unworthy of his own.
Alluding to the poem by Mr. Hayley, which accompanied these lines.
MRS. MONTAGU’S FEATHER
THE birds put off their every hué,
The Peacock sends his heavenly dyes,
His mantling neck with downy gold ;
And, river-blanch'd, the Swan his snow.
To the same patroness resort,
Secure of favour at her court,
Strong Genius, from whose forge of thought
Wild roses over furrow'd ground,
Wit fashing on Religion's side,
She thus maintains divided sway