Dorinda Verses fent to a young Lady with the new edition of Shakespeare Verfes on Mrs. Crewe Rhapfody on Tafte Fitzpatrick 217 Carlisle 221 Fox 223 Carlisle 225 Mafon 227 Elegy written in the Garden of a Friend Elegy written in a Country Church Yard Elegy on Captain Cook Death of Alico Gray 231 Seward 237 Edwards 249 Lyttleton 251 Monody to the Memory of Lady Lyttleton Verfes making Part of an Epitaph on the fame. Lady Monody on Major Andre Ode to John Howard, Efq; ditto 251 Serward 263 Hayley 281 A H who can tell how hard it is to climb The fteep where Fame's proud temple fainesafar F Ah! who can tell how many a foul fublime In life's low vale remote has pined alone, II. And yet, the languor of inglorious days, Him who ne'er liften'd to the voice of praise, Health, competence, and peace. Nor higher aim Had HE, whofe fimple tale thefe artlefs lines pre claim. B III. This fapient age difclaims all claffic lore Elfe I should here in cunning phrafe difplay, How forth THE MINSTREL fared in days of yore, Right glad of heart, though homely in array; His waving locks and beard all hoary grey: And, from his bending fhoulder, decent hung His harp, the fole companion of his way, Which to the whiftling wind refponsive rung: And ever as he went fome merry lay he fung. IV. Fret not yourfelves, ye filken fons of pride, That a poor wanderer fhould infpire my strain The mufes fortune's fickle fmile deride, Nor ever bow the knee in Mammon's fane; For their delights are with the village train, Whom nature's laws engage, and nature's chars They hate the fenfual, and fcorn the vain; The parafite their influence never warms, Nor him whofe fordid foul the love of wealth alarms. V. Though richeft hues the peacock's plumes adorn, To please a tyrant, flrain the little bill, But fing what heaven infpires, and wander where they will. VI. Liberal, not lavish, is kind nature's hand; If bleak and barren Scotia's hills arife; There plague and poifon, luft and rapine grow; Here peaceful are the vales, and pure the skies, And freedom fires the foul, and fparkles in the eyes. VII. Then grieve not, thou to whom the indulgent Mufe Vouchfafes a portion of celeftial fire; Nor blame the partial Fates, if they refufe Th' imperial banquet, and the rich attire. Know thine own worth and reverence the lyre. Wilt thou debafe the heart which God refin'd; No; let the heaven-taught foul, to heaven afpire To fancy, freedom, harmony, refign'd; Ambition's groveling crew for ever left behind. VIII. Canft thou forego the pure etherial foul IX. O how canft thou renounce the boundless flore O how can't thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven! X. Thefe charms fhall work thy foul's eternal health, And love, and gentlenefs, and joy impart. |