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One talks of mildew and of frost,
And one of storms of hail,
By maggots at the tail.
Quoth one, “ A rarer man than you
“ In pulpit none shall hear:
O why are farmers made so coarse,
Or clergy made so fine?
Then let the boobies stay at home;
'Twould cost him, I dare say, Less trouble taking twice the sum,
Without the clowns that pay.
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 gen'rous pow'rs, but silence honour'd thee, Mute as e'er gaz'd on orator or bard. Thou art not voice alone, but hast beside
Both heart and head; and couldst with music sweet
Of Attic phrase and senatorial tone,
Thy fame diffuse, prais'd not for utt'rance meet Of others speech, but magic of thy own.
Lines addressed to
DR. DARWIN, Author of “ The BOTANIC GARDEN.
Two Poets*, (poets, by report,
Not oft so well agree)
Conspire to honour Thee.
Who oft themselves have known
By labours of their own.
Though various yet complete,
And learned as 'tis sweet.
Though could our hearts repine
They would they must at thine.
* Alluding to the poem by Mr. Hayley, which accompanied these lines.
But we, in mutual bondage knit
Of friendship's closest tie, Can gaze on even Darwin's wit
With an unjaundic'd eye;
And deem the Bard, whoe'er he be,
And howsoever known, Who would not twine a wreath for Thee,
Unworthy of his own.
The birds put off their ev'ry hue,
The Peacock sends his heav'nly dyes,
All tribes beside of Indian name,
To the same patroness resort,