OF GOLDS LINES ATTRIBUTED TO DR. GOLDSMITH, INSERTED IN THE MORNING CHRONICLE OF APRIL 3, 1800. E'EN have you seen, bath'd in the morning dew, The budding rose its infant bloom display: When first its virgin tints unfold to view, It shrinks, and scarcely trusts the blaze of day. So soft, so delicate, so sweet she came, Youth's damask glow just dawning on her cheek; I gaz'd, I sigh'd, I caught the tender flame, Felt the fond pang, and droop'd with passion weak. I FOLLOWING POEMS HAVE NEVER BEEN NCORPORATED WITH THE PRECEDING ONES OF GOLDSMITH. Citizen of the World, ii. 87). It is the business of the e poet to watch the appearance of every new player at own house, and so come out next day with a flaunting of newspaper verses. In these nature and the actor may et to run races, the player always coming off victorious : ature may mistake him for herself; or old Shakespeare put on his winding sheet, and pay him a visit, or the ful Nine may strike up their harps in his praise; or ■ld it happen to be an actress, Venus, the beauteous Queen Love, and the naked graces, are ever in waiting. The must be herself a goddess bred and born; she mustyou shall have a specimen of one of these poems, which - convey a more precise idea. ·R you, bright fair, the Nine address their lays, ad tune my feeble voice to sing thy praise. e heartfelt power of every charm divine, ho can withstand their all commanding shine; e how she moves along with every grace, hile soul-brought tears steal down each shining face. OF GOLDSM She speaks! 'tis rapture all, and nameless bliss, (V. Citizen of the World. ii. p. 164). I am amazed that none have yet found out the secret of flattering the worthless, and yet of preserving a safe conscience. I have often wished for some method by which a man might do himself, and his deceased patron justice, without being under the hateful reproach of self-conviction. After long lucubration, I have hit upon such an expedient, and send you the specimen of a poem upon the decease of a great man, in which the flattery is perfectly fine, and yet the poet perfectly innocent. ON THE DEATH OF THE RIGHT HON. YE muses, pour the pitying tear For Pollio snatch'd away; Oh! were he born to bless mankind In virtuous times of yore, How sad the groves and plains appear, And sympathetic sheep; Even pitying hills would drop a tear If hills could learn to weep. His bounty in exalted strain Each bard might well display; Since none implored relief in vain That went reliev'd away. And hark! I hear the tuneful throng His obsequies forbid, He still shall live, shall live as long These verses seem to have been the first rough sketch, afvards altered and improved into the Elegy on Mrs. Mary ize. . Citizen of the World. ii. 193). The weapon chiefly used the present contest is epigram, and certainly never was a ener made use of. They have discovered surprising sharpess on both sides. The first that came out upon this occaon was a kind of new composition in this way, and might ore properly be called an epigrammatic thesis, than an L |