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ON THE BENEFIT RECEIVED BY HIS MAJESTY FROM
IN THE YEAR 1789.
O Sovereign of an isle renowned
For undisputed sway
Her navies wing their way;
With juster claims she builds at length
Her empire on the sea,
Which strength restored to thee.
TO MRS. THROCKMORTON, ON HER BEAUTIFUL TRANSCRIPT
OF HORACE'S ODE AD LI BRUM SUUM.
Maria, could Horace have guessed
What honour awaited his ode
The honour which you have bestowed,—
So elegant, even, and neat,
Which he seems to have trembled to meet.
And sneer, if you please, he had said,
A nymph shall hereafter arise
The glory your malice denies;
Although but a mere bagatelle;
Nothing ever was written so well.
FOR A STONE ERECTED AT THE SOWING OF A GROVE OF OAKS AT
Other stones the era tell,
Which shall longest brave the sky,,
But the years that crumble me
384 JN MEMOR Y OF JOHN THORNTON, ESQ.
(As Homer's Epic shows),
For Jove and Juno rose.
Less beautiful, however gay,
Is that which in the scorching day
Recewes the weary swain
Till roused to toil again.
What labours of the loom I see!
Should every maiden come
The bell would toll for some.
And oh, what havoc would ensue!
All in a moment fled!
Each pocketing a shred.
Thanks, then, to every gentle Fair,
As bird of borrowed feather,
Who put the whole together.
IN MEMORY OF THE LATE JOHN THORNTON, ESQ.
Poets attempt the noblest task they can,
Thee, therefore, of commercial fame, but more
What pleasure can the miser's fondled hoard,
By virtue suffered combating below?
That privilege was thine; Heaven gave thee means
To illumine with delight the saddest scenes,
Till thy appearance chased the gloom, forlorn
As midnight, and despairing of a morn.
Thou hadst an industry in doing good,
Restless as his who toils and sweats for food;
Avarice, in thee, was the desire of wealth
By rust unperishable or by stealth;
And if the genuine worth of gold depend
On application to its noblest end,
Thine had a value in the scales of Heaven,
Surpassing all that mine or mint had given.
And, though God made thee of a nature prone
To distribution boundless of thy own,
And still by motives of religious force
Impelled the more to that heroic course,
Yet was thy liberality discreet,
Nice in its choice, and of a tempered heat,
And though in act unwearied, secret still,
As in some solitude the summer rill
Refreshes, where it winds, the faded green,
And cheers the drooping flowers, unheard, unseen.
Such was thy charity; no sudden start,
Thy bounties all were Christian, and I make
TO WARREN HASTINGS, ESQ.
BY AN OLD SCHOOLFELLOW OF HIS AT WESTMINSTER.
Hastings! I knew thee young, and of a mind
THE FOUR AGES.
A BRIEF FRAGMENT OF AN EXTENSIVE PROJECTED POEM.
May 1791. "I Could be well content, allowed the use Of past experience, and the wisdom gleaned
From worn-out follies, now acknowledged such,
Thus while gray evening lulled the wind, and called
"Couldst thou in truth? and art thou taught at length
I heard, and acquiesced: then to and fro
Knows he his origin? can he ascend
It is an evil incident to man,
THE JUDGMENT OF THE POETS.
Two nymphs, both nearly of an age,
A warm dispute once chanced to wage,
The worth of each had been complete,
But one, although her smile was sweet,
And in her humour, when she frowned,
And shake with fury to the ground
The other was of gentler cast,
From all such frenzy clear, Her frowns were seldom known to last,
And never proved severe.
To poets of renown in song
The nymphs referred the cause, Who, strange to tell, all judged it wrong,
And gave misplaced applause.
They gentle called, and kind and soft,
The flippant and the scold, And though she changed her mood so oft,
That failing left untold.
No judges, sure, were e'er so mad,
Or so resolved to err,—
They lavished all on her.
Then thus the God whom fondly they
Their great Inspirer call,
To reprimand them all.
"Since thus ye have combined," he said,
"My favourite nymph to slight, Adorning May, that peevish maid,'
With June's undoubted right,
"The minx shall, for your folly's sake,
Still prove herself a shrew, Shall make your scribbling fingers ache,
And pinch your noses blue."
THE MORALIZER CORRECTED.
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