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SONNET

ADDRESSED TO HENRY COWPER, ESQ.

On his emphatical and interesting delivery of the

defence of Warren Hastings, Esq. in the House of Lords.

COWPER, whose silver voice, task'd sometimes hard

Legends prolix delivers in the ears,
(Attentive when thou read'st,) of England's peers,
Let verse at longth yield thee thy just reward.
Thou wast not heard with drowsy disregard,

Expending late on all that length of plea
Thy gen'rous pow'rs, but silence honour'd thee,
Mute as e'er gaz'd on orator or bard.

Thou art not voice alone, but hast beside
Both heart and head; and couldst with musick sweet

Of Attick phrase and senatorial tone,
Like thy renown’d forefathers, far and wide
Thy fame diffuse, prais'd not for utt’rance meet

Of others' but magick of thy own,

LINES,

ADDRESSED TO DR. DARWIN,

Author of " The Botanick Garden."

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TWO Poets,* (poets by report,

Not oft so well agree,)
Sweet harmonists of Flora's court!

Conspire to honour Thee.

They best can judge a poet's worth

Who oft themselves have known
The pangs of a poetick birth

By labours of their own.

We therefore pleas'd extol thy song,

Though various yet complete,
Rich in embellishment as strong,

And learned as 'tis sweet.

No envy mingles with our praise,

Though, could our hearts repine
At any poet's happier lays,

They would—they must at thine,
But we in mutual bondage knit

Of friendship’s closest tie,
Can gaze on even Darwin's wit

With an unjaundic'd eye ;
And deem the Bard, whoe'er he be,

And howsoever known,
Who would not twine a wreath for Thee,

Unworthy of his own. * Alluding to the poem by Mr. Hayley, which accompanied these lines

ON

MRS. MONTAGU’S FEATHER HANG

INGS.

THE Birds put off their ev'ry huc,
To dress a room for Montagu.

The Peacock sends his heavenly dyes,
His rainbows and his starry eyes ;
The Pheasant plumes, which round infoid
His mantling neck with downy gold ;
The Cock his arch'd tail's azure show;
And, river-blanch'd, the Swan his snow
All tribes beside of Indian name,
That glossy shine, or vivid flame,
Where rises and where sets the day,
Whate'er they boast of rich and gay,
Contribute to the gorgeous plan,
Proud to advance it all they can.
This plumage neither dashing show'r,
Nor blasts that shake the dripping bow'r,
Shall drench again or discompose,
But, screen'd from every storm that blows,
It boasts a splendour ever new,
Safe with protecting Montagu.

To this same patroness resort,
Secure of favour at her court,
Strong Genius, from whose forge of thought
Forms rise, to quick perfection wrought,
Which, though new-born, with vigour move,
Like Pallas springing arm'd from Jovem

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ON MRS. MONTAGU'S HANGINGS.
Imagination scatt’ring round
Wild roses over furrow'd ground,
Which Labour of his frown beguile,
And teach Philosophy a smile
Wit flashing on Religion's side,
Whose fires to sacred Truth applied,
The gem, though luminous before,
Obtrudes on human notice more,
Like sunbeams on the golden height
Of some tall temple playing bright-
Well-tutorid Learning, from his books
Dismiss'd with grave, not baughty, looks
Their order on his shelves exact,
Not more harmonious or compact
Than that to which he keeps confin'd
The various treasures of his mind-
All these to Montagu's repair,
Ambitious of a shelter there :
There Genius, Learning, Fancy, Wit,
Their ruffled plumage calm refit,
(For stormy troubles loudest roar
Around their flight who highest soar,)
And in her eye, and by her aid,
Shine safe without a fear to fade.

She thus maintains divided sway
With yon bright regent of the day :
The plume and poet both, we know,
Their lustre to his influence owe;
And she the works of Phæbus aiding,
Both poet saves and plume from fading.

VERSES

Supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk, during

his solitary abode on the island of Juan Fernandez.

I.
I AM monarch of all I survey,

My right there is none to dispute ;
From the centre all round to the sea,

I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
O Solitude ! where are the charms

That sages have seen in thy face?
Better dwell in the midst of alarms,
Than reign in this horrible place.

II.
I am out of humanity's reach,

I must finish my journey alone,
Never hear the sweet musick of speech,

I start at the sound of my own.
The beasts that roam over the plain,

My form with indifference see;
They are so unacquainted with man,
Their tameness is shocking to me.

III.
Society, friendship, and love,

Divinely bestow'd upon man,
O had I the wings of a dove,

How soon would I taste you again !
My sorrows I then might assuage

In the ways of religion and truth,
Might learn from the wisdom of age,

And be cheer'd by the sallies of youth.

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