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V A E's PO E MS. To Mr. JOHN DYER, A PAINTER, Through those bright features Cæsar's spirit trace,

Each conquering Sweetness, cach imperial grace, ADVISING HIM TO DRAW A CERTAIN All that is soft, or eminently great, :55

In love, in war, in knowledge, or in ftate. NOBLE AND ILLUSTRIOUS PERSON; Thus shall your colours, like his worth amaze!

Thus shall you charm, carich'd with Clio's praise ! OCCASIONED BY SEEING HIS picture of Tie Clear, and more clear, your golden genius shines,

While ny dim lamp of life obscure declines; 60

Dull'd in damp thades, it waltes; unfcen, away, VORGIVE an artless, an officious friend, While yours, triumphant, grows one blaze of day. F

Weak, when I judge, but willing to commend;
Fall'n as I am, by no kind sorcune rais'd,
Depress'd, obfcur'd, unpity'd, and unprais'd;

V E R, S E S
Yet, when these well-known features I peruse, ś
Some warmth awakes--some embers of a Muse.

Ye Muses, Graces, and ye Loves, appear! WITH THE TRAGEDY OF SIR TIOMASOVERBURY,
Your Queen, your Venus, and your Clio's here! EXPECTING HIM TO CORRECT, IT,
In such pure fires her rising thoughts refine!
Her eyes with such commanding sweetness shine: 10

Such vivid tinctures sure through æther glow,
Stain fummer clouds, or gild the watery bow:

S the soul, stript of mortal clay,

Grows all divinely fair,
If life Pygmalion's ivory favourite fir’d, And boundless roves the milky way,
Sure some enamonr'd God this draught inspir’d! And vicws sweet prospects there."
Or, if you rafhly caught Promethean fame, 15


Shade the sweet theft, and mar the beauteous frame! This hero, clogg'd with drofly fines,
Yet if those cheering lights the prospect fly, By thce new vigour tries;
Ah!-let no pleasing view the loss supply. As thy correding hand refines,
Some dreary den, some desert waste prepare, Bright scenes around him rise.
Wild as my thoughts, or dark as my despair. 20

But still, my friend, still the sweet object stays, Thy touch brings the wish'd stone to pafs,
Still stream your colours rich with Clio's rays ! So sought, so long foretold;
Sure at each kindling touch your canvass glows! It turns polluted lead or brass,
Sure the full form, instinct with spirit, grows! At once to pureft gold.
Let the dull artist puzzling rules explore, 25
Dwell on the face, and gaze the features o'er;
You eye the foul--there genuine nature find,

You, through the meaning muscles,strike the mind.

Nor can one view such boundless power confine, All Nature opens to an art like chine! 30 Now rural scenes in fimple grandeur rise! SHAKESPEARE'S KING HENRY THE SIXTY, Vales, hilis, lawns, lakes, and vineyards feast our

AT THE THEATRE-ROYAL IN DRURY-LANE. eyes, Now halcyon Peace a smiling asped wears ! Printed before the Play from a spurious Copy. Now the red scene with war and ruin glares ! Here Britain's flects o'er Europe's fcas preside! 35 "O-NIGHT a patient car, ye Britons, lend, There long-lost cities rear their ancient pride;

And to your yreat forefathers' deeds attend. You from the grave can half redeem the Ilain, Here, cheaply warud, ye bleit descendants view, And bid great Julius charm the world again : Whac ills on England, Civil Discord drew. Mark out Pharlalia's, mark out Mundia's fray, To wound the heart, the martial Muse prepares: And inage all the honours of the day 40 While the red scene with raging Naughter glares

But if new glories most our warnith excite, Here, while a nionarch's sufferings we relate, If toils untry'd to noblek aims invite;

Let generous grief his ruin'd grandeur wait. Would you in envy'd pomp unrival'd reiga, While Second Richard's blood for vcngeance calls, Oh, let Horatius grace the canvass plain! Doom'd for his grandfire's guilt, poor Henry falls. 10 His form might ev'o idolatry create,

45 In civil jars avenging judgment blows,' In lincage, titles, wealth, and worth clate! And royal wrongs entail a people's woes. Empires to him might virgin honour: owe, Henry, unvers'd in wiles, more good than great, From him arts, arms and laws, new infuence know. Drew on by meeknels his disastrous fate. ***** For him kind suns on fruits and grains thall shine, Thus when you see this land by faction toft, 15 And future gold lie ripening in the minc: 50' Her nobles sain, her laws, her freedom lost; For him fine marble in the quarry lies,

Let this reflection from the action flow, Which, in due statues, to his fame fall rise. We ne'er from foreign foes.cou d ruin know,

Oh, let us then intestige discord shun,
Sce Dyer's Poema.

We ne'er can be, but by ourselves, undone!

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1. IN Animalcules, Muse, display

in frong!

Th' infection from the heart it clears;

Th infe&ion, now dilaced thin,
In pearly pimples but appears,
Expelld upon the surface skin,

And now it, mouldering, wastes away;

'Tis gone!-doom'd to return no more ! Our Animalcule keeps its stay, And must new labyrinths explore.

And now the Noble's thoughts are seen,

Unmark'd, it views his heart's degres!
Ii now reflects what it has been,
And, rapturous, at his change admites!

Its pristine virtues kept, combine,

To be again in Rutland known;
But they, immers’d, no longer thine,

Nor equal, nor encrease his own.




Reader, a kind attention pay,
Nor think an useful comment long.

Far less than mites, on mites they prey;

Minutest things my swarms contain:
When o'er your ivory teeth they sway,
Then throb your little nerves with pain.

Fluids, in drops, minutely swell;

These subtil beings each contains ;
In the small fanguine globes they dwell,
Roll from the heart and trace the veins.

Through every tender tube they rove,

In finer fpirits trike the brain;
Wind quick through every fibrous grove,
seck, through pores, the heart again.

If they with purer drops dilate,

And lodge where entity began,
They actuate with a genial heat,
And kindle into future Man.

But, when our lives are Nature's due,

Air, seas, nor fire, their frames diffolve
They matter, through all forms, pursue,
And oft to genial heats revolve.

Thus once an Animalcule prov'd,

When Man, à patron to the bays;
This patron was in Greece belovid;
* Yeč fame was faithless to his praise.

Iu Rome this Animalcule grew

Mzcenas, whom the claffics rate!
Among the Gauls, it prov'd Richlieu,
In learning, power, and bounty great.

In Britain, Halifax it rose;

(By Halifax, bloom'd Congrevc's strains); And now it rediminish'd glows, To glide through godlike Rulland's veins.

A plaguc there is, too many know;

Too seldom perfect cures befal it;
The Muse may term it Beauty's foe;
In phyfic, the Small-Pox we call it.

From Turks we learn this plague t' assuage,

They, by admitting, turn its course:
Their kiss will tame the tumor's rage ;
By yielding, they o'ercome the force.

Thus Rutland did its touch invite,

While, watchful in the ambient air,
This little, guardian, subtil spright

Did with the poison in repair.

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OOM'D to afate which damps the poet'sfiame,

A Muse, unfriended, greets thy rising namne! Unvers'd in envy's, or in dattery's phrase, Greatness the dies, yet merit claims her praise ; Nor will the, at her withering wreath repine, 5 Bur smile, if fame and fortune cherith thinc.

The Sciences in thy sweet genius charm, And, with their strength, thy sex's softness arm. In thy full figures, painting's force we find, As music fires, thy language lifts che mind. Thy power gives form, and touches into life The passions imag'd in their bleeding strife : Contrafted strokes, true art and fancy show, And lights and shades in lively mixture flow. Hope attacks Fear, and Reason, Love's control, 15 Jealousy wounds, and Friendship heals the foul : Black Falschood wears bright Gallantry's disguisc, And the gilt cloud enchants the fair-one's eyes. Thy dames, in grief and frailties lovely shine, And when most mortal half appear divine. If, when some god-likc, favourite paffion (ways, The willing heart too fatally obeys, Great minds lament what cruel censure blames, And ruin'd virtue gencrous pity claims,

Eliza, still impatient Love's powerful Queen! 25
Let Love, soft Love, exalt each swelling scene.
Arm’d with keen wit, in fame's wide lift's advance!
Spain yields in fi&ion, in politeness France,
Such orient light, as the firil poets knew,
Flames from thy thought, and brightens every

A strong, a glorious, a luxuriant fire,
Which warms cold wisdom into wild desire!
Thy Fable glows so rich through every page,
What moral's force can the fierce heat assuage?

And yel--but say if ever doom'd to prove 35 The sad, che dcar perplexitics of Love !



Where seeming transport softens every pain, Serene, the faint in smiling filver shines, Where fancy'd freedom waits the winning chain; And cherubs weep in gold o'er fainted thrines ! Varying from pangs to visionary joys,

If long-lost forms from Raphael's pencil glow, Sweet is the fate, and charms as it destroys! 40 Wondrous in warmth the mimic colours Aow! 20 Say then if Love to sudden rage gives way,

Each look, each attitude, new grace displays
Will the soft paffion not resume its sway? Your voice and motion life and music raise.
Charming and charm'd, can Love from Love retire! Thus Cleopatra in your charms refines;
Can a cold convent quench th' unwilling fire! She lives, the speaks, with force improv'd fhe shines!
Precept, if human, may our thoughts refine, 45 Fair, and more fair, you every grace transmit; 25
More we admire! but cannot prove divinc. Love, learning, beauty, elegance, and wit.

Casar, the world's unrival'd master, fir'd,
In her imperial soul, his own admir'd!
Philippi's vidor wore her winning chain,

30 AN APOLOGY TO BRILLANTE, And felt not empire's loss ia beauty's gain.

Could the pale heroes your bright influence know,
Or catch the silver accents as they flow,
Drawn from dark red by your enchanting strain,

Each fhade were lur*d to life and love again.

Say, (wect inspirer! were cach annal known, 35

What living greatness shines there not your own! In Imitation of a certain Mimic of Anasreon.

If the griev'd Muse by some lov'd empress rose,

New strength, new grace, it to your influence owes! NAN I matchless charms recite? Source of ever-springing light!

Il power by war distinguish'd height reveals,

Your nobler pride the wounds of fortune heals! 40 Could I count the vernal flowers,

Then could an empire's cause demand your care, " Count in endless time the hours! .

The foul, that jusly thinks, would greatly dare. Count the countless stars above,

5 Count the captive hearts of Love;

Long has feign'd Venus mock'dche Mufe's praisc,

You dart, divine Ophelia! genuine rays! Paint che torture of his fire,

Warm through thoseeyesenlivening raptures roll:45 Paint the pangs those eyes inspire ;

Sweet through each ftriking feature itreams your (Pleasing torture, thus to shine,

foul! Purify'd by fires like thine ! Then I'd ftrike the founding fring!

The soul's bright meanings heighten beauty's fires: Then I'd thy perfection ling.

Your looks, your thoughts, your decds, each grace

inspires ! Mystic world!—Thou something more!

Know then, if rank'd with monarchs, here you Wonder of th' Almighty's store !

stand, Nature's depths we oft defcry,

Is What Fate declines, you from the Mufe demand! So Oft they're pierc'd by Learning's eye;

Each grace that shone of old in each fam'd fair, Thou, if thought on thee would gain,

Or may in modern dames refinement wear; Prov'ft (like heaven) enquiry vain.

Whate'er just, emulative thoughts pursue, Charms unequal'd we pursue !

Is all confirm'd, is all ador'd in you! Charms in shining throngs we view!"

If godlike bofoms pant for power to bless, 55 Number'd then could nature's be,

If 'tis a monarch's glory to redress;
Nature's self were poor to thee.

In conscious majesty you shine ferene,
In thought a heroine, and in ad a queen.

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To Mrs. O L D F I EL D,

V E R S E S,



THILE to your charms unequal verse I raise, Mr. A ARON HILL'S POEM,

Aw'd, I admire, and tremble as I praise : | Here Art and Genius new refinement need,

Liftening, they gaze, and, as they gaze, recede !
Can Art, or Genius, or their powers combin'd, s

The lincs markedthuss'are taken from Gideon.. But from corporeal organs, sketch the mind ?

When Sound embody'd can with shape surprize, ET other poets poorly fing
The Mufe may emulate your voice and eyes.

Their flatteries to the vulgar great!
Mark rival arts perfe&ion's point pursue ! Her airy Aight let wandering fancy wing,
Each rivals each, but to excel in you!

And rival nature's most luxuriant store, The Bult and Medal bear the meaning face, Toswell Comemonster's pride, who thames a state, 5 And the proud Statue adds the posture's grace! Or form a wreath to crown tyrannic power! Imag'd at length, the bury'd Heroine, known, Thou, who inform'd'it this clay with adive fire? Still seems to wound, to smile, or frown in stone! Dothou, Supreme of Powers! my thoughts refine, As art would art, or metal stone surpass, Is And with thy purest heart my 'soul inspire, (10 Herloul strikes, gleaming through Corinthian brass! That with Hilarius' worth my verse may shine!



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THE POET'S DEPENDANCE A scene will shew, all-righteous vitton hatte:

The mcek exalted, and the proud debas'd!

Oh, to be there to read that friendly forc, (lo S T A TĚ S M A N. Where falsehood, pride, and statesmen are no mere! OME seem to hint, and others proof will bring, But ere indulg'demere fate my breath fhall claim, That, from negled, my numerous hardships A poet still is anxious after fame. spring

What future fame would my ambition crave! Seek the great man! they cry-'tis then decreed, This were my wish-could ought my memorykk, In him, if I court fortune, I fucceed. is Say, when in death my forrows lie repos'd, 65 · What friends to fecond? who for me should suc, That my past life no venal view disclos'd; Have interests, partial to themselves, in view. Say, I well knew, while in a state obscure, They own my matchlef fate compaflion draws; Without the being base, the being pror; They all with well, lament, but drop my cause. Say, I had parts, too moderate to transcend : There are who ask no pension, want no place,

Yet sense to mean, and virtue pot e offend; No title with, and would accept no grace. 10 My heart supplying what my head denied, Can I entreat, they should for me obtain Say that, by Pope cîteem'd i liv'd and died; The least, who greatest for themselves disdain ? Whose writings the best rules to write could gir: A ftatesnian, knowing this, uokind, will cry, Whose life the nobler science how to live. Those love him ; let those serve him !-why

should I?
Say, shall I turn where lucre points my views; 15

At first desert my friends, at length abuse ?
But, on less terms, in promise he complies:
Years bury years, and hopes on hopes arise ;

I trul, am crufted on my fairy gain;
And woes on woes attend, an endless train.

PEAR Damon, Delia hear, in candid lays, Be posts dispos'd at will !—I have, for these, Truth without anger, without fattery, praise No gold to plead, no impudence to teaze.

A bookish mind, with pedantry unfraught, All secret service from my soul I hate;

Oft a sedate, yet never gloomy thought : All dark intrigues of pleasure, or of state. Prompt to rejoice, when others pleasure know, I have no power, election-votes to gain ; 25

And prompt to feel the pang for others woe; No will to hackney out polemic strain ;

To foften faults, to which a foc is prope, To shape, as time shall serve, my verse, or profe,

And, in a friend's perfection, praise your owo: To hatter thence, nor flur, à courtier's foes ; A will fincere, unknown to selfish vicws; Nor him to daub with praise, if I prevail;

A heart of love, of gallantry a Muse; Nor fhock'd by him with libels to assail.


A delicate, yet not a jealous mind; Where these are not, what claim to me belongs ? A paflion ever fond, yet never blind, Though mine the Muse and stue, birth and Glowing with amorous, yet with guiltless fires, wrongs.

In ever-eager, never gross defires : Where lives the statesman, so in honour clear, A modeft honour, sacred to contain To give where he has nought to hope, nor fear? From tattling vanity, when smiles you gain; No there to seck, is but to find fresh pain: 35 Constant, molt pleas'd when beauty moft you please: The promise broke, renew'd, and broke again; Damon! your pidure's shown in tints like these. To be, as humour deigns, receiv'd, refus'd; Say, Delia ! must I chide you or commend? By turns affronted, and by turns amus'd; Say, muft i be your flatterer or your fricad? To lose that time, which worthier thoughts require; To praise no graces in a rival fair, To lose the health, which should those thoughts Nor your own foibles in a lifter (pare; inspire;

Each lover's billet, bantering, to reveal, To starve an hope ; or, like camelions, fare And never knowa one secret to conceal; On ministerial faith, which means but air. Young, fickle, fair, a levity inborn,

But still, undrooping, I the crew disdain, To treat all fighing slaves with flippant scorn; Who, or by jobs, or libels, wealth obtain. (45 eye, expressive of a wandering mind: Ne'es let me be, through those, from want exempt ; Nor this to read, nor that to think inclin'd; In one man's favour, in the world's contempt: Or when a book, or thought, from whim retards, Worse in my own through those, to posts who Intent on songs or novels, dress or cards; 30 rife,

Choice to seled the party of delight, Themselves, in secret, must themselves despise ; To kill time, thought, and fame, in frolic Aight; Vile, and more vile, till they, at length, disclaim To Autter here, to flurry there on wing; Not sense alone of glory, but of shame. 50 To talk, to teaze, to simper, or lo lingi What though I hourly see the ser vile herd, To prude it, to coquet it him to trust,

Whose vain, loole lile, thould caution or disgust; Sce feltish passion, public virtue seem;

Him to dislike, whose modest worth should please. And public virtue an enthusiast dream;

Say, is your pidure shewn in tints like these? See favour'd falsehood, innocence belied, 35 Your’s ! - you deny it-Hear the point then tried, Meckness depress’d, and power-elated pride; Let judgment, truth, the Muse, and love decide. 40



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What your's!-Nay, fairelt trifer, frown not so: Eight funs, fucceslive, roll their fire away,
Lait? the Mufe with doubt--Love answers No: And eight slow nights see their deep shades decay.
You smile-Is't not? Again the que tion try!- While these revolve, though mute each Muse
Yes, judgment thinks, and truth will yes, reply.

Each speaking eye drops eloquence in tears. [25
On the ninth noon, great Phæbus, listening bends !

On the ninth noon, each voice in prayer ascends! TO MISS M... H...,

Great God of light, of song, and physic's art,

Refore the languid fair, new soul impart ! SENT WITH MR. POPE'S WORKS.

Her beauty, wit, and virtue, claim thy care,

And thine own bounty's almost rival'd there. 30 EE female vice and female folly here,

Each pausd. The God assents. Would Death Raillied with wit polite, or lafh'd severe :

advance? let Pope present such objects to our view;

Phæbus, unseen, arrests the threatening lance! jach are, my fair, the full reverse of you.

Down from his orb a vivid influence streams, lapt when, to Loddon's streanı* from Windsor's And quickening earth imbibes salubrious beanis; Thades,

Each balny plant, encrease of virtue knows, 35 de fings the modest charms of fylvan maids ;

And art, inspir’d, with all her patron, glows. Dear Burford's hills in memory's eye appear,

The charmer's opening eye, kind hope, reveals, Ind Luddal's spring + still murmuurs in my car:

Kind hope, her consort's breast enlivening feeis. but when you ceale to bless riy longing eyna,

Each grace revives, each Mule resumes the lyre, Dumb is the spring, the joyleli prospect dies:

Lach beaury brightens with re-lumin d äre. 40 come then, my charnier, cone! here transport As Health's auspicious powers gay ' e display, . reigns !

Duath, lullen at the fight, ftalks flow away. few health, new youth, i. fpirits all my veins. ach hour le intercourse of hearts employ, Chou life of loveliness! thou soul of joy!

THE F R 1 ,,EN

D, ve wakes the birds--oh, hearcach melting lay! 15 ove warms the world—come,charmer.comcaway! but hark !-immortal Pope resumes the lyrc!

AN EPISTLE, hiviner airs, diviner flights, inspire :

To A ARON HILL, Es2. jark

here an angel's language tunes the line ! te where the thoughts and looks of angels shine! 20 tere he pour'd all the music of your tongue,

My lov'd Hill, O chou by heaven design'd O

To charm, to mend, and to adorn mankind! And all your looks and thoughts, unconscious, sung. To thee my hopes, fears, joys, and forrows tend,

Thou brother, father, nearer yet!-thou friend!

If worldly friendlhips oft cement, divide,
As interests vary, or as whims preside;

If leagues of luxury borrow friendship’s light, I LADY OF QUALITY or leagues subversive of all social right:

O say, my Hill, in what propitious fphere,

Gain we the friend, pure, knowing, and lincere? 10 ONG a lov'd fair had bless-d her confore's fight 'Tis where the worthy and the wise retire; fill Death, grown envious with repugnant aim,

There may young worth, the noblest end obtain, frown'd at their joys, and urg'd a tyrant's claim. In want may friends, in friends may knowledge gain; He fummons each disease!--the noxious crew, 5

In knowledge bliss; for wisdom virtue tinds, 15 Writhing, in dire distortions, ftrike his view! And brightens niortal to immortal minds. Brom various plagues, which various natures know, Kind then my wrongs, if love, like yours, succeed; Forth rushes beauty's fear'd and fervent foe. For you, like virtue, are a friend indeed. Fierce to the fair, the millile mischief lies, Oft when you saw my youth wild error know, The fanguine ftreams in raging ferments riic! 10 Reproof, soft-hinted, taught the blush to glow. 20 It drives, ignipotent, through every vein,

Young and unform’d, you first my genius rais'd, Hangs on the heart, and burns around the brain ! Just simild when faulty,and when moderate prais'd. Now a chill damp the charmer's lustre dims! Me shun'd, me ruin'd, such a niother's rage! Sado'er her eyes the livid languor swins !

You fung, till pity wept o'er every page Her eyes, that with a glance could joy inspire, Is You call's my lays and wrongs to early fame, 25 Like setting stars, scarce shoot a glimmering fire. Yet, yet, th' obdurate mother felt no shame. Here stands her confort, fore, with anguilh, prelt

, Pierc'd as I was! your counsel foften'd care, Grief in his eye, and terror in his breast.

To ease turn’d anguish, and to hope despair. The Paphian Graces, smit with anxious care,

The man who never wound afflictive fecis, In filent sorrow weep the waining fair.

He never felt the balmy worth chat hcals. 30

Welcome the wound, when bleft with such relief! Alluding to tbe beautiful Episode of Lodlona, in For deep is felt the friend, when felt in grief.

From you shall never, but with life, renove A spring near Burford,

Aspiring genius, condescending love. Vol. V.


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