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And with that myrtle fhall thy shrine be crown'd, | And when his longing view the fair declin'd With which, alive, thy graceful brows were Left a full imaye of her charms beliind. bound :

Thus reigns the moon, with furtive splendourTill time frall bid thy virtues freely bloom,

crown'ıl, And raise a temple where it found a tonb. While glooms oppress us, and thick fhades surThen in their fcaits thy nanrc hall Grecians


But let the source of light its beams display,
Shall pour the sparkling juice to love's and thine. Languid and faint the mimic flames decay,
Thine, us’d in war, shall raise their native fire; And all the fickening Splendor fades away.
Thine, us'd in peace, their mutual faith inspire.
Dulness perhaps, through want of light, may

And spleen, wich odious industry, defame ;
And that, the honours given, with wonder view, The PROGRESS of TASTE.
And this, in fecret saducss, own them due :
Contempt and envy were by fate delign'd

The rival tyrants which divide mankind
Contempt, which none, but who deferve, can

A POEM on the Temper and Studies of the Ave
While envy's wounds the smiles of fame repair. THOR; and how y rcat a Mis'ortune it is, for a
For know, the generous thine exploits shall fire, Man of {mall Iftate to have much Taste.
'Thine every friend it suits thee to require.
Lov'd by the gods, and, till their seats I show,

Lov'd by the good their images below."
Cease, lovely maid; fair daughter of the skies!

URHAPS fome cloud eclipsed the day,

Vi hen thes I tun'd my penfive lay.
My guide my queen, th’extatic youth replies.
In thee I trace a form defign'd for fway ;

" The fip is launch'd—we catch the galeWhich chiefs may court, and lings with pride For happiness our course we bend,

Onlife's extended ocean fail : obey, And, ly. thy bright immortal friends I swear,

Our ardent cry, our general end ! Thy fair idea shull no toils impair.

Yet, ah ! the scenes which tenipt our care Lead me! O lead me where whole hosts of foes

Are like the forms dispers'u in air, Thy forni depreciate, and thy friends oppose !

Still dancing near disorder'd cyes ; Welcome all toils th' inequal fates decree,

And weaker his, who best desories! While toils endear thy fuithful charge to thee.

Yet lit nie not my birth-right barter, Such be my cares, to bind thi' opprefiive hand,

(For withing is the poet's charter ; and crush the fetters of an injur'd land ;

All bards have leave to with ubat's wanted, To fee the monster's noxious life refign'd,

Though few e'er found their wishes granted; And tyrants quell’d, the monsters of mankind !

Extenlive field ; where poets pride them Nature fall ímile to view the vanquish'd brood,

In singing all that is deny'd them.) And none, but enoy, riot unsubdued.

For bumble case, ye powers ! I pray; In cloister'd state let selfish fages dwell,

That plain warm suit for ev'ry day! l'roud that their heart is narrow a their cell ! And plealure, and brocade bestow ; And boast their lazy labyrinth of rules,

To flaunt it-once a month, or fb.
Far less the friends of virtue, than the fools: The firit for constant wear we want;
Yet such in vain thy favouring smiles pretend ; The first, yę powers ! for ever grant ;
l'or he is thine, who proves his country's friend. But constant wear the last bespatters,
Thus when my life well-spent the good enjoy,

And turns the tiflue into tatters.
And the mean envious labour to destroy ;

Where'er my vagrant course I bend, When, strongly lur'd by fame's contigucus fhrine, Let me fecure one faithful friend. 1 yet devote ny choicer vows to thine ;

Let me, in public scenes, regnest If all my oils thy promis'd favour claim,

A friend of wit and tate, well dicas: O lead thy favourite through the gates of fame !

And, if I mult not hope such favour, He ceas'ừ his vows, and, with disdainul air, A friend of wit and take, however. He turn’a to blast the late cxulting fair.

Alas! that wisdom ever shuns But vanih'd, fitd to fome more friendly shore, To congregate her fcatrer 'd fans ; The conscious pliantoni's beauty pleas'd no more : Whose nervous forces well combin'd Convinc'd, her spurious charmıs of dress and face Would win the field, and sway njankind. Claim'd a quick conqueft, or a fure disgrace. The fool will squceze, from morn to nigki, Fantastic Power! wliose transient charms allur'd, To fix his follies fu'l in fight; While error's mit the reasoning mind obfcur's : The note he strikes, the plume he mows, Not such the vidros, virtue's conftant queen, Attract whole lights of fops and beaux ; Indur*d the test of truth, and dar'd be seen. And kindred-fools, who ne'er had known him, Her brightning form and features seem'd to own, Flock at the figlie; carefs, and own him ; Iwas all her with, her interest, to be known :


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Allusions these of weaker force, And apter still the stalking-horse!

O let me wander all unseen,
Beneath the sanction of his mien !
As lilies soft, as roses fair!
Empty as air-pumps drain'd of air!
With steady eye and peace remark
The speckled Rock that haunts the park *;
Level my pen with wondrous heed
At follies flocking there to feod:

And, is my fattire bursts amain,
See, feather'd foppery ftrew the plain.

But when I seek my rural grove,
And share the peaceful baunts I love,
Let none of this unhallow'd train
My sweet requester'd paths profane,
Oft may some polifa'd virtuous friend,
To the soft-winding vales descend;
And love with me inglorious things,
And scorn with me the pomp of kings,
And check me, when my bosom burns
For statues, paintings, coins, and urns.
For I in Damon's prayer could jois,
And Damon's with might now be mine
But all dispers’d! the wish, the prayer,
Are driven to mix with common air.


But ill-farr'd sense, nor gay nor loud,
Steals soft on tip-toe through the crowd :
Conveys his meagre form between ;
And Nides, like pervious air, unseen :

Contracts his known texuity,
. As though twere ev'n a crime, to be :
Nor ev'n permits his eyes to Aray,
And win acquaintance in their way.

In company, so mean his air,
You scarce are conscious he is there,
Till from some rook, like sharpen'd steel,
Occurs his face's thin profile,
Still seeming, from the gazer's eye,
Like Venus, newly bath'd, to fly.
Yet, while reluctant he displays
His real

before the blaze,
The fool hath, in its centre, plac']
His tawdry stock of painted parte,
Disus'd to speak, he tries his skill;
Speaks coldly, and succeeds but ill;
Hisp-nsive manner, dulness deem'd
His modesty, reserve esteem'd;
His wit unknown, his learning vain,
He wins not one of all the train.
And those who mutually known,
la friendship's fairelt lift had fhone,
Less prone, than pebbles, to unite,
Retire to shades from public fight ;
Grow savage, quit their social nature ,
And starve, to study mutual satire.

But friends, and favourites, to chagrin them,
Find counties, countries, seas between them :
Meet once a year, then part, and then
Retiring, wish to meet a, ain.

Sick of the thought; let me provide,
Some human forn to grace my
At hand, where'er 1 shape my course ;
An useful, pliant, ftalking-horse !

No gesture free from some grimace ;
No seam, without its share of lace ;
But, mark'd with.gold or silver cither,
Hint where his coat was piec'd rogether.
His legs be lengthen'd, 1 advise,
And stockings roll'd abridge his thighs.
What though Vandyck had other rules,
What had Vandyck to do with fools ?
Be nothing wanting, but his mind :
Before, a solitaire ; behind,
A twilted ribbon, like the track
Which nature gives an ass's back.
Silent as midnight ! pity 'twere
His wisdom's flender wealth to share !
And, whilft in flocks our fancies stray,
To wish the poor man's lamb away.

This form attracting every eye,
I stroll all unregarded by :
This wards the jokes of every kind,
As an umbrella fun or wind;
Or, like a sponge, absorbs the fallies,
And pestilential fumes of nalice;
Or, like a splendid thield, is fit
To screen the templar's random wit;
Or what some geneler cits let fall,
As wool-packy quafh the leaden ball.


fide ;

TOW happy once was Damon's lot,

While yet romantic schemes were not !
Ere yet

he sent his weakly eyes
To plan frail caitles in the skies ;
Forlaking pleasures cheap and common,
To court a blaze, still fitting from one.

Ah happy Damon! thrice and more,
Had taste ne'er touch'd thy tranquil fhore !

Oh! days ! when to a girdle ty'd
The couples jingled at his file;
And Damon swore he would not barter
The sportsman's girdle, for a garter!.

Whoever came to kill an hour,
Found easy Damon in their power;
Fure social nature all his guide,
“ Damien had not a grain of prile."

He wilh'd not to elude the fuarez
Which knavery plans, and craft prepares;
But rather wealth to crown their wiles:
And win their universal (miles:
For who are chearful, who at ease,
But they who cheat us as they please?

He winked at many a gross delig!!,
The new-fallen calf might countermine :
Thus every foot allow'd his merit;
" Yes! Damon nad a generous fpirit!"

A coxcomb's jest, however vile,
Was sure, at leait, of Damon's sinile :.
That coxcomb ne'er denied him fente ;
For why, it prov'd his own pretence :
All own'd, were niodesty away,
Damon could hine as much as they.
St. Jimes's.



When wine and folly came in seafun,
Damon ne'er Itrove to iave his reason ;
Obnoxious to the mad uproar : *
A spy upon a hoftite thore !
'Twas this his

company endear'd :
Mirth never came till he appear'd :
His lodgings--every drawer could show them;
The save was kick'd, who did not know them,

Thus Damon, studious of his ease,
And pleasing all, whom mirth could please ;
Defy'd the world, like idle Colley,
To ihew a softer word than folly.
Since wisdom's

's gorgon-fhield was known
To stare the gazer into stone ;
He chose to trust in folly's charm,
To keep his breast alive and warm,

At length grave learning's sober train
Remark'd the trifler with disdain ;
The sons of taste contemp'd his ways,
And rank'd him with the brutes that graze;
While they to nobler heights aspir'd,
And grew belov’d, esteem'd, admir'd.

Hence with our youth, not void of spirit,
His old companions lost their mcrit :
And every kind well-natur'd fut
Seem'd a dull play, without a plot;
Where every yawning gues agrics,
The willing creature ftrives to please :
But temper never could amuse;
It barely led us to excuse ;
'Twas true, converting they aver'd,
All they had seen, or felt or heard :
Talents of weight! for wights like thesc,
The law mighe chuse for witneffus :
Bur sure th' attesting dry narration
Ili suits a judge of conversation,
* :* What were their freedoms? mere excuses
To'vent ill-manners, blows, and bruises.
Yet freedom, gallant freedom ! bailing,
At form, at form, incessant railing,
Would they examine each offence,
Its latent cause, its known pretence,
Punctilio ne'er was known to breed them,
30 sure as fond prolific freedom.
Their courage ! but a loaded gun ;
Machine the wise would wish to shun ;'
Its guard unfase, its lock av ill one,
Where accident might fire and kill one.

In short, disgusted out of measure,
Through much contempt, and flender pleasure,
His sense of dignity returns;
His native pride his bosom burns;
He seeks respect-but how to gain it?
Wit, social mirth, could nc'er obtain it;
And laughter, where it reigns uncheck d,
Discards and dissipates respect.
The man who bravely bows, enjoy is;
But skaking hands, at once, delcoys it.
Precarious plant, which, fresh and gay,
Shrinks at the touch, and fades away!

Come then, reserve! yet from thy train
Banish contempt, and curft disdain.
Teach me, he cry'd thy magic art,
To at the decent diftant part:

• Boiftcrous airth.

To husband well my complaisance,
Nor lęt ev'n wit too far advance;
But chufe ca'm reason for my theme,
In there her royal realms supreme ;
And o'er her charms, with caution towa,
Be still a graceful umbrage chrown ;
And each abrupter period crown d,
With nods, and winks, and (miles profound,
Till, rescued from the crowd beneath,
No more with pain to inove or breathe,
I rise with head elate, to share
Salubrious draughts of purer air.
Respect is won by, grave pretence
And filence, surer ev’n than sense-

'Tis hence the sacred grandeur springs
Of Lafiern--and of other kings
Or whence this awe to virtue-due,
While virtue's distant as Peru ?
The sheathless sword the guard displays,
Which round enics its dazzling rays :
The stately fort, the turrets tall,
Portcullis'd gate, and battled wall,
Less screens the body, than controls,
And wards contempt from royal souls.

The crowns thcy wear but checks the cye,
Before it fondly pierce too aigh;
That dazzled crouds may be employ'd
Around the surface of the void.
O! 'tis the statesman's craft profound
To scatter his anusements round !
To tempt us from the conscious breast,
Where full-fledg'd crimes enjoy their ucft.
Nor '

awes us every worth reveal'd So deeply, as each vice conceal'd.

The lordly log, dispatch'd of sore,
That the frog people might adore,
With guards to keep them at a distance,
Had reign'd, nor wanted wit's aslistance :
Nayhad addresses from his nation,
In praise of log-administration.


Hr. buoyant fires of youth were o'er,


Productive of that general ftare,
Which cool reflection ill can bear!
And, crowds commencing mere vexation,
Retirenient sent its invitation.

Romantic scenes of pendant hills,
And verdant vales, and falling rills,
And mossy banks, the fields adorn,
Where lamon, simple (wain, was born,

The Dryads rear'd a shady grove;
Where such as think, and such as love,
May safely sigh their suinner's day :
Or muse their silent hours away.

The Oreads lik'd the climate well;
And taught the level plain to swell.
In verdant mounds, from whence the eye
Might all their larger works desery.


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The Naiads pour'd their urna around,
From nodding rocks o’er vales profound.
They form'd their streams to p ease the view,
And bade them wind, as serpents do :
an having shewn them where to stray,
Threw little pebbles in their way

These incy, all sagacious maid,
Had at their several task surv-rid:
She saw and im:l'd; and oft would lead
Our Domon's foot o'cr hil and neat ;
There, with descriptive finger, trace
The genuine beauties of the place';
And when the all its charm-had shewn,
Prescribe improvements of her own.

“ Sre yonder hill, so green, fo round,
Its brow with ambient beeches crown'd!
'Twould well become thy gentle caré
To raise a dome to Venus there ;
Pleas'd would the nymph thy zeal survey;
And Venus, in their arms, repay,
'Twas such a shade, and such a pook,
In such a vale, near such a brook ;
From such a rocky fr .gment (pringing;
That famed Apollo chore, to lng in.
1 here let an altar wrought with art
Engage thy tuniful pa ron's heart.
How charming there to muse and warble
Beneath his bust of reathing marble !
Wirh laurel wreach and mimic lyre,
That crown a poet's vait desire.
Then, near it, fcoop the vaulted cell
Where mulie's * charming maids may dwell;
Irone to indulge thy tender pallion,
And make thee many an affignation.
Deep in the grove's obscure retreat
Be plac'ı Minerva's sacred leat ;
There let her aw ul turrets rise,
(For wisdom flies from vulgar eyes :)
There her calm dictates ibalt thou hear
Distinctly Itrike thy listening ear :
And who would fun the plealing labour,
To have Minerva for his neighbour ?"

In hart, fo, charm'd cach wild surgestion, Its truth was little call'd in question : And Damon dreamt he faw ihe fawns, And Nymphs, distinctly, skim the lawns; Now trac'd amid the trees, and then Loft in the circling shades again Vith lees oblique their lover viewing And Cupid-panting-and pnrsuing Fancy, enchanting fair, he cry'd, Be thou my goddess ! thou my guide 1 For thy bright visions I despise What foer may chink, or friends advise, The feign'd concern, when folks survey Ixpence, time, study, caft away : The real spleen, with which they see : I please myse!f, and follow thee.

Thus glow'd his breast by fancy warm'd';' And thus the fairy landlkip charm’d. But molt he hop'd his conllant care Might win the favour of the fair; And, wandering lare through yonder glade, He th::s the fuf: defign betray'd. VOL V.I.

* The Musou.

“ Ye doves! for whom I rear'd the

With melting lays falute my love!
My Delia with your notes detain,
Ort hive rear'i the grove in vain.!
Ye flowers! which early spring supplies,
D:(play at once your brightest dyes !
That the your opening charnis may fee;
Or whar were else your charms to me?
Kind Z«phyr! bruh cach fragrant Power,

od shed iís od urs round my bower;
Or ne'cr agzin, O gentle wind!
Shall I, in thee rifrilhment find.
Ye streams,


e er your bauks I loy'd, If e'er


wative sounds improv'd,
May each soft murmur soothe my fair;
Or, oh, 't will deepen ny deípair
Be sure,'ye willows you beseen
Array'd in livliett robes of green;
Or I will te.s your fighted boughs,
And let them fade around my brows.
And thou, my grot! whole lonely bounds
The nielancholy pine surrounds!
May Me admire the peaceful gloom,
Or thou shalt prove her lorer's tomb.”

And now the lofty domes were reard;
Loud laugh'd the '[quires, the rabble ftar'd.

Sce, neighbours, what our Damon's doing? I think some folks are fond of ruin ! I saw his sheep at random itray But he has thrown his crook away-.. And build such huts, as in foul weather, Arc fit for sheep nor shepherd neither.”

Whence canie the fober swain milled?
Why, Phabus pue it iq his head.'
Phoebus befriends biia, we are told;
And Phæbus coios bright tons of gold.

Twere prudent not to be so vain on't,
I think he'll never touch a grain on't.
· And if, from Phæbus, and his Muse,
Mere earthly laziness ensues;

f'is plain, for aught that I can say,
The Devil inspires, as well as they.
So they--while fools of grofler kind,
Lefs weeting what our bard deagn'd,
Impute his schemes to real evil;
That in these haunts he met the Devil.

He own'd, though their advice was vain,
It suited wights who trod the plain:
For dulness--though he mighe abhor it
In them he marie allowance for it.
Nor wonder'ı, if, beho ding mottos,
And urns, and domes, aad cells, and grottos,
Folks, little dreaming of the Muses;
Were plagu'd to queis their proper uits.

But did she Mufes haunt his cell?
Or in his dome did Venus dwell?
Did Pallis in his counfels share ? :
i he Delian God reward his prayer ?
Or did his zual engage the fair ?
When all the tructures fione compleat ;
Not much convenient, wondrous peat;
A dorn d with giiding, painting planting,
And the fair guetts alone were wanting ;
Ah, me! ('twas Damon's own confeflion)
Came poverty and took poflcflion.





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Or see him guard their pregnant houry,
Exert his soft obftretić power :
ond, lending each his lenient hand,
With new-born grubs enrich the land!

o Witks !' what poet's loftieft lays
Can match thy labours, and thy praise,
!mmortal sage ! by fate decreed
To guard the nioth's illustrious breed;
Till Auttering swarms on swarms arise,
And all our wardrobes teem with Alies !

And must we praise this talte for toys ? Admire it then in girls and boys, Ye youths of fifteen years, or more, Relign your moths the season's o’er. 'Tis time more social joys to prove ; 'Twere now your nobler task-to love.

's eyes more decply warm ; Nor Nighting nature's fairelt form, The bias of your souls determine Towards the mean love of nature's vermin,

But, ah ! how wonderoas few have known, To give each stage of life its own!

'Tis the pretexta's utmost bound,
With radiant purple edg'd around,
To please the child ;, whose glowing dyes
Too long delight maturer eyes,
And few, but with regret, aflume
The plain wrought labours of the loom.
Ah ! let not me by fancy steer,
When life's autumnal clouds appear ;
Nor ev’n in learning's iong delays
Consunie my fairelt, fruitless days;
Like hini, who should in armour spend
The sums that armour should defend.
1. while, in pleasure's myrtle-bower,
We share her smiles, and bless her power ;
But find at last, we vainly itrive
To fix the worst coquette alive.

you! that with asliduous flame Have long pursued the faithless dame; -Forsake her soft abodes a while,

And dare her frown, and flight her smile.
Nor fcorn, whatever wits may say,
The foot-path road, the king's high-way.
No more the fcrupulous charmer teiże.
But seek the roofs of honeft ease;
*he rival fair, no more pursued,
Shall there with forward pace intrude ;
Shall there her every art essay,
To win you to her fighted sway;
And grant your scorn a glance more fair
Than e'er she gave your fondent prayer.

But would you happiness pursue ?
Partake both ease and pleasure too !
Would you, through all your days, dispense
The joys of reason, and of sense ?
Or give to life the most you can,
Let social virtue shape the plan.
For does not to the virtuous deed
A train of plealing Tweets fucceed?


HY droops my Damon, whilft he roves

hrough ornanicnted meads and groves
Near columns, obelisks, and spires,
Which every critic eye admires ?
Tis poverty, detefted maid,
Sole tenant of their ample shade!
'Tis the, that robs him of his case ;
And bids their very charms displease.
But now, by fancy, long controul’d,
And with the fons of tafte enroll'd,
He decm'd it shameful to commence
First minister to common sense ;
far more elated to pursue
The lowest task of dear vertů.

And row behold his lo'ty foul,
That whilom flew from pole to pole,
Settle on some elaborate flower ;
And, like a bee, the swee s devour !
Now, of a rose enamour'd, prove
The wild solicitudes of love !
Now, in a lily's cup enshrin'd,
Forego, the commerce of mankind !

As in these toils he wore away
The calm remainder of his day ;
Conducing fun, and shade, and shower,
As most might glad the new-born flower,
So fate ordain'd before his eye-
Starts up the long-lought-butterfly !
While, fluttering round, her plumes unfold
Celestial crimfon, dropt with gold.

Adieu, ye bands of flowrets fair!
The living beauty claims his care,
For this he strips--nor bolt, nor chain,
Could Damon's warm pursuit restrain.

See him o'er hill, morass, or mound,
Where'er the speckled game is found;
Though bont with age, with zeal pursue;
And totter towards the prey in view.

Nor rock, nor stream, his steps retard,
Intent upon the blest reward!
Onc vafsal fly repays the chace!
A wing, a film, reward the race !
Rewards him, though disease attend,
And in a fatal surfeit end.
So fierce Camilla skimm'd the plain,
Smit with the purple's pleafing stain,
She ey'd intent the glittering stranger,
And knew, alas ! nor fear, nor danger :
Till deep within her panting heart,
Malicious fate impelld che dart !

How ftudious he what favourite food
Regale dame nature's tiny brood ?
What junkets fat the filmy poeple !'
And what liqueurs they chuse to tipple!

Behold him, at some crise, prefcribe, And raise with drugs the sickening tribe ! Or haply, when their spirits fau'ter, Sprinkling tuy Lord of Cloyne's tar-water.

When nature's brood of insects dies, See how he pimps for amorous flies ! See him the timely succour lend her, And helps the wanton to enyander !

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Alluding to moths and butterflies delineated by Benjamin Wilks. See his very expensive propofale.

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