Ye too, once inmates of these walls renown'd, Whose spirits mingling with the ethereal ray, Of universal nature traced the bound, See Or raised in majesty of thought the lay, your loved arts this clime to grace Their rival radiance brighter shed, While Holles smiles the wreath to place Where Spenser sits among your thrones sublime, To the soft musick of his mournful lays Listening ye weep for his ungrateful time, And point the better hope of happier days. If with the dead dishonour's memory dies, When faction's storms, or some fell tyrants hate Arts join'd with freedom to one grave shall doom, Then, though these structures to the hand of fate Bend their proud height, like thine imperial Rome! Know, vainly Time, thy rapid rage Thus consecrates the pile to fame. Some future eye the ruin'd heap shall trace, Th' historick page, the poet's tuneful toil, And deck with endless wreaths their honour'd soil, Sweeter than warbled sounds that win the sense, Flows the glad musick of a grateful heart; Beyond the pomp of wordy eloquence, Or strains too cold, high wrought with labour'd art. Though weakly sounds the jarring string; Yet shall her hand ingenuous strive to twine When he, these favour'd shades appears to bless, Whose guardian counsels guide a nation's fate And with superiour toils for Europe's state Mixes the thought of Granta's happiness. Hail seats revered! where thoughtful pleasures dwell, And hovering peace extends her downy wings. Where musing knowledge holds her humble cell, And truth divine unlocks her secret springs This verse with mild acceptance deign The Muse suspends her votive lyre. Thee Granta, thus with filial thanks I greet, With smiles maternal thou those thanks receive, For learning's humble wealth, for friendship sweet, For every calmer joy thy scenes could give. While thus I sport upon thy peaceful strand, A man of virtues, talents, and accomplishments, to which he owed his advancement in the world: his life has lately been given to the publick by Lord Teignmouth; and it affords a rare and useful example of the power of industry, combined with genius. SOLIMA, AN ARABIAN ECLOGUE; Written in the year 1768. Ye maids of Aden, hear a loftier tale Than e'er was sung in meadow, bower, or dale. Where beauty plays, and love in slumber lies; VOL. III. CC The fragrant hyacinths of Azza's hair, And lips, from which the Zephyr steals perfume; Invite no more the wild, unpolish'd lay, And with their spicy breath embalm the skies; Where every breeze sheds incense o'er the vales, ! And every shrub the scent of musk exhales ! flowers, Taught the blue stream o'er sandy vales to flow, And the brown wild with liveliest hues to glow? |