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TO A PAINTER.
BY JOHN HUGHES, ESQ.*
Painter, if thou canst safely gaze
15 Create a painter, or a muse; Whom crouds with awful rapture view; She fits ferene, and smiles on you ! Your genius thus inspir'd will foar To wondrous heights unknown before,
• Born 1677; dyed 1719.
And to her beauty you will own
So when of old great Ammon's fon,
25 The work of fam'd Apelles' hand; “ Exert thy fire, the monarch said, “ Now be thy boldeft strokes display'd, “ To let admiring nations see “ Their dreaded victor drawn by thee; 30 • To others thou mayst life impart, “ But I'll immortalize thy art !”
BY GEORGE Jeffreys, ESQ.*
Here healing springs, by Aftrop plac'd, Their watry stores supply, A peach-stone yields the wine as fast,
And fills the glass as high.
By bright Maria taught
And confecrate the draught.
Bless’d by those lips, whose touch divine
Might wasting life repair; To nectar it converts the wine,
To gladness ev'ry care.
Give me that balm to ease my pain,
My cordial when I faint; And let the relique still remain,
To witness for the saint.
* Born 1678 ; dyed 1755.
BY THOMAS PARNELL, D. D.
ARCHDEACON OF CLOGHER. *
Far in a wild, unknown to publick view,
A life so sacred, such ferene repose,
* Born 1679; dyed 1718.
To clear this doubt, to know the world by fight, To find if books, or swains, report it right, (For yet by swains alone the world he knew, Whose feet came wand'ring o'er the nightly dew) He quits his cell; the pilgrim-staff he bore, 25 And fix'd the scallop in his hat before ; Then with the fun a rifing journey went, Sedate to think, and watching each event.
The morn was wafted in the pathless grass, And long and lonesome was the wild to pass ; 30 But when the Southern sun had warm’d the day, A youth came posting o'er a crossing way! His rayment decent, his complexion fair, And soft in graceful ringlets wav'd his hair. Then near approaching, Father, hail ! he cry'd, And hail, my son, the rev'rend fire reply'd ; 36 Words followed words, from question answer flow'd, And talk of various kind deceiv'd the road; Till each with other pleas'd, and loth to part, While in their age they differ, join in heart. 40 Thus stands an aged elm in ivy bound, Thus youthful ivy clasps an elm around.
Now funk the sun; the closing hour of day Came onward, mantled o'er with sober gray; Nature in silence bid the world repose ; 45 When near the road a stately palace rose : There by the moon thro' ranks of trees they pas, Whose verdure crown'd their sloping sides of grass.