« ПредишнаНапред »
Fáir Thames, along thy flowery side,
TO MR. THOMSON, On his publishing the Second EDITION
of his Poem, called WINTER. / CHarm’d, and infructed, by thy powerful song,
I have, unjust, with-held my thanks too long :
Thy worth new lights the Poet's darken’d name,
Thus I dare fing of merit, faintly known,
How could'st thou think of such, and write so well ? Or hope reward, by daring to excell? Unskilful of the age ! untaught to gain Those favours, which the fawning base obtain ! A thousand shameful arts, to thee unknown, Falsehood, and Flattery, mult be first thy own. If thy lov'd country lingers in thy breaft, Thou must drive out th' unprofitable guest: Extinguish each bright aim, that kindles there, And centre in thyself thy every care.
But hence that vileness-pleas'd to charm mankind, . Cast each low thought of interest far behind: Neglected into noble scorn-away From that worn path, where vulgar Poets stray: Inglorious herd! profuse of venal lays ! And by the pride despis'd, they stoop to praise! Thou, careless of the fatesman's smile or frown, Tread that ftrait way, that leads to fair renown. By Virtue guided, and by Glory fir'd, And, by reluctant Envy, flow admir’d, Dare to do well; and in thy boundless mind, Embrace the general welfare of thy kind : Enrich them with the treasures of thy thought, What Heaven approves, and what the Muse has taught. Where thy power fails, unable to go on, Ambitious, greatly will the good undone. So fhall thy name, through ages, brightening shine, And distant praise, from worth unborn, be thine ; So shalt thou, happy! merit heaven's regard, And find a glorious, though a late reward.
CON. I E N T S
MALLE T'S PO EM S.
Epigram, on seeing two persons pass by, in very
END OF MALLET'S POEMS.