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One talks of mildew and of frost,
And one of storms of hail,
And one of pigs that he has lost
"A rarer man than you
"In pulpit none shall hear:
"But yet, methinks, to tell you true, "You sell it plaguy dear."
O why are farmers made so coarse,
A kick, that scarce would move a horse,
Then let the boobies stay at home;
Less trouble taking twice the sum,
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, 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 music sweet
Of Attic phrase and senatorial tone,
Like thy renown'd forefathers, far and wide
Thy fame diffuse, prais'd not for utt'rance meet Of others' speech, but magic of thy own."
Lines addressed to
Author of "THE BOTANIC GARDEN."
Two Poets*, (poets, by report,
Sweet Harmonist of Flora's court!
They best can judge a poet's worth,
By labours of their own.
We therefore pleas'd extol thy song,
And learned as 'tis sweet.
No envy mingles with our praise,
They would-they must at thine.
* Alluding to the poem by Mr. Hayley, which accompanied these lines.
But we, in mutual bondage knit
Can gaze on even Darwin's wit
And deem the Bard, whoe'er he be,
And howsoever known,
Who would not twine a wreath for Thee, Unworthy of his own.
THE birds put off their ev'ry hue,
To dress a room for Montagu.
The Peacock sends his heav'nly dyes,
The Pheasant plumes, which round infold
All tribes beside of Indian name,
But, screen'd from ev'ry storm that blows,
To the same patroness resort,
Strong Genius, from whose forge of thought
Wild roses over furrow'd ground,