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The punch goes round, and they are dull
At length the busy time begins.
"Come, neighbours, we must wag-" The money chinks, down drop their chins, Each lugging out his bag.
One talks of mildew and of frost,
Quoth one, "A rarer man than you
But yet, methinks, to tell you true,
O why are farmers made so coarse,
A kick, that scarce would move a horse, May kill a sound divine.
Then let the boobies stay at home;
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 length yield thee thy just reward.
Thou wast not heard with drowsy disregard,
Thou art not voice alone, but hast beside Both heart and head; and couldst with music sweet
Of Attic phrase and senatorial tone, Like thy renown'd forefathers, far and wide Thy fame diffuse, praised not for utterance meet Of others' speech, but magic of thy own.
LINES ADDRESSED TO DR. DARWIN,
AUTHOR OF "THE BOTANIC GARDEN."
Two Poets,* (poets, by report,
They best can judge a poet's worth
We therefore pleased extol thy song,
No envy mingles with our praise,
They would-they must at thine.
But we, in mutual bondage knit
* Alluding to the poem by Mr. Hayley, which accompanied these lines.
And deem the Bard, whoe'er he be,
And howsoever known,
Who would not twine a wreath for thee,
ON MRS. MONTAGU'S FEATHER-HANGINGS.
THE birds put off their every hue,
The peacock sends his heavenly dyes,
But, screen'd from every storm that blows,
To the 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 Jove— Imagination scattering round Wild roses over furrow'd ground, Which labour of his frown beguile, And teach philosophy a smileWit flashing on religion's side, Whose fires, to sacred truth applied, The gem, though luminous before, Obtrude on human notice more, Like sunbeams on the golden height Of some tall temple playing brightWell tutor❜d learning, from his books Dismiss'd with grave, not haughty, looks, Their order on his shelves exact, Nor more harmonious or compact Than that to which he keeps confined The various treasures of his mindAll 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.