Addr:fed to DR, WARTON,
MASTER of WINCHESTER-SCHOOL,
On bis youngest Daughter's Marriage..
THOU, our Father and our Friend,
Awhile from weightier cares defcend,
Accept this humble lay;
Whether within thy green retreat,
Or claffic Venta's hallow'd feat,

You mufe the hours away.
To pour to thee the festive song,
Where Itchin glides his meads ainong,

Thy Wickham's fons agree;
With joy their grateful hearts o'erflow,
With new delight their bofoms glow,

Delight which springs from thee.
What, though infpir'd above the reft,
To thee belong the magic creft

Of Fancy, fairy maid;

Though Science grant a judgement chaste,
With Attic-elegance of tafte,

In Truth's bright garb array'd.
The poet's fire, the critic's art,
Ennoble not the human heart:

But, when thy mind we fcan,
Humanity unites to raise
To greater honours greater praise,

The father and the man.

With heav'nly influence warm, thy breast,
Its Maker's image full confeft,

With pure affection glows;
Glows, as amidst the envious thorn,
Cheer'd by the balmy breath of morn,
The dew-befprinkled rofe.
By every charm which tends to raise
The Poet's, Critic's, Father's praise,

If fuch can aught avail,
By chäfte-ey'd Virtue's magic name,
By pious Wickham's facred flame,
His offspring bids thee hail.
And fee, to glad thine aged eyes,
Young Joy, with dimpled fmiles, arife,

And hither gaily move;

While Modefty, by Meeknefs led,
Approaching decks the bridal bed,

And weaves the crown of Love.
Fair Truth, in fnow-white garb array'd,
And Chastity, diftrustful maid,

With down-caft looks appear;
Fortune's glad train the scene adorn,
And Plenty, with her copious horn,
Leads on the vary'd year.

Oh! for the warblings of the Oat',
Which fweetly once were wont to float

O'er bleft Sicilia's plains;
When the blithe Shepherd 'gan to fing
The joys of Lacedæmon's king,

And foothe the lift'ning fwains!
Or, would fome Mufe that fire impart,
Which warm'd the fapient monarch's heart,
When, midst the spicy grove,
The carols of the feather'd choir
Inflam'd the fage to tune his lyre,

And celebrate his love;

Then should the bride obtain her meed,
Like the tall cypress, or the steed

Victorious in the race;

Then should the rofe of Sharon's field,
Then should the finest lily, yield

To her fuperior grace.

Yet, while esteem the bofom fires,
The Brain, which candid Truth infpires,
Who can refufe to raise?
Who can refufe to pour the verse,
Which strives her beauties to rehearse,
And celebrate thy praise ?

Hail, then, to whom increasing years,
Her laureat head while Virtue rears,
Increafing joys fhall bring;

Hail, with tranfcendent bleffings crown'd,
To whom a blooming race around,

Like olive-plants, shall spring.

Eager the envy'd kiss to hare,
Around thy knees, with infant care,
The fportive troop appear,

Long may they feel thy folt'ring pow'r 1
May they, in dread Affliction's hour,
Support thy fainting years!

And, when you tread life's downward way,-
May cherub Peace her wings display,

May Faith her influence shed;
May Friendship's hand thy forrows calm,
And fweet Affection pour the balm

Of comfort on thine head!
And, oh! when Life's ætherial flame
Shall warm no more thy mortal frame,
May Wykham's fons attend,
Hang o'er thy much-lamented bier,
And drop on thee the heartfelt tear
Their Father and their Friend!
Wint. Coll.

To the REV. Mr. KEATES, Head Mafter of the Grammar-School, TIVERTON, DEVON, on a Profpect of vifiting that Toron.

HA

AIL, happy fcenes! the heaven of early days,

Where fportive innocence the hours be

guil'd.

[praife Hail, facred dome, where first the voice of My Mufe infpir'd to chant her warblings

wild:

In fweet and pensive contemplation loft !

there let me view the ocean's vast expanse, While thriving Commerce spreads her fwelling fails,

And fhips are wafted, by propitious winds,
"On the fmooth furface of the fummer's fea."
Now all is placid and ferene; no breeze
Now curls the whitening wave: how just an
emblem
[invade,
Of the tranquil mind, which no rude ftorms
No tempets fhake, no paffions turbulent
Affail! Lo, now the heav'ns are over-cast,
And whistling winds portend th'approaching
ftorm.

Awful viciffitude! The fullen deep
Affumes a form tremendous, loud threat'ning
Inftant defolation. The billows rage,

And in mad tumult tofs themselves on high;
Whilft all is wild affright, and horror hangs,
Aghaft, upon the broken wave.-But foon
The dreadful paufe is o'er :--the rolling foods,
Impetuous, dafhing with terrific roar,
Defcend, hoarfe-thund'ring on the beach.

In this ftupendous fcene, behold the hand Omnipotent of Him, who rides fublime Upon the foaming furge! He rules the storm, Curbs the wild winds, and bids the waves be fill!

Submiffive, at his call, the boift'rous waves At once fubfide; the howling winds are hush'd, [waters, And all is still as death-fave where the Controul'd, fubdu'd, o'eraw'd, by power di

vine,

Each eye, Eliza-Ah! thou little know'ft, How many fobs this moment rend the airy How many fighs, by various paffions loft, Rife from the gloomy gulph of black de fpair;

And, foft! what ghaftly shade attracts my fight! [aftright! Skims o'er the glade with looks of wild What wailing phantom fhrieks with fix'd defpair,

Glares wildly round, and frantic tears her hair! Oh! my full heart; 'tis Gallia's hopeless Queen!

Diftraction, grief, and horror, in her mien! Shrinking impatient from commiffion'd flaves, Shefpurns their wily plea, and loudly raves.

"Traitors, avaunt -ye can no more de ceive,

No more betray, or wretched I believe ! "Will ye my murder'd lord, my child, reftore?

"Then may I perish ere I trust ye more: "The rack, fufpence, no more with hope can

twine,

"For, certainty and fix'd defpair are mine! «Peace from this tortur'd bofom's ever flown "Hail, meagre misʼry, I am all thine own!? Pierc'd with her woes, a Queen, a mother, See on the earth, the last retreat of all, fall,

No broider'd tap'ftry o'er the floor is fpread,
No purple canopy enfolds her head,
Thofe amber treffes twin'd with fe much care,
Neglected now, and filver'd by despair,
Those eyes which open'd only to be blefs'd,
That form which only to be feen-carefs'd.
Ah! what avails her fplendid house's pride,
To whom affianc'd-or to whom allied!
Bereft of every tie the heart holds dear,
No friend that durft difclofe one pitying tear.
Hurl'd from her throne, from all the foul pre

fers,

Did ever Mifery spread fo wide as hers!
Her matchless woes each error will atone!
He, he, that's faultlefs, caft the wond'rous

ftone.

View

View the poor frighted victim round her fling His little arms, and to her bosom cling. "And doft thou think I'll ever freely give My child!-my all-no never whilft L live; [part, These arms fhall fhield him, we will never "Thus will I clafp him to my buriting heart. "Away! away! ye need no more explain, "Touch him not, monfters, left ye fire my [mand is given, Hark -the dread word! the dire comOh! fpare him!-fpare him !-mercy, mercy, heaven

brain!

"Haft thou no bowels?-not one pretty child,

"Dear as thy life that in thy face has fmil'd? And doft thou grudge me,-me that gave him birth,

[earth,

The verieft wretch that ever crawl'd on "Of all but this-this little good beguil'd! "And canft thou part us!-Oh my child,my child! [my view! See, fee, they feize him!-bear him from "Barbarians, ftop!-O Gods!-one laft adieu ! reftore! "He shrieks!-he ftruggles!-O! restore! And by the Gods I'll never curfe ye more. "Leave leave my little bird within his cage "To footh his mother's premature old age! "Let me but fee him, while I yet have breath, And I will bless you, though convuls'd with death.

"Oh I am fick!-fick!-fick!-and worn with grief; [lief, "These trembling arms deny the wifh'd re"Oh earth!-earth!-earth!--I come! I come!-I come [tomb. "And thus !-and thus, I dig my infant's "But, foft!-'tis he!-my child efcap'd the fnare; [fkims in air! "Oh! all ye powers! he mounts !-he "Off! off!—I'll meet him ;-hark!-my cherub calls! [ruthlefs walls! "He fimiles!--he points!-down, down, ye "Thefe hands fhall do a deed to strike ye

dumb!

Latona's fon and Jove's. He, 'gainst the king
Incenfed, fent amid the numerous hoft
A wasting plague, that fill'd the mournful
camp

With dying multitudes; for that his priest, The aged Chryfes, had difhonour found Froni Agamemnon, when to th' Argive (hips A venerable fuppliant he came His captive daughter to redeem, and brought Treafures immenfe, price of the ranfon dear. Twin'd round a golden wand he bore a wreath Of facred laurel, enfign of the God: Then his fubmiffive prayer to all the Greeks, But chief the two Atreida, thus address'd. "Ye fons of Atreû, and ye other chiefs, "Princes and rulers of this mighty hoft, "May the great gods, that dwell in higlieft "heav'n, Grant to your profpering arms the spoils of [Troy, "And fend you victors to your native thore! "But, oh! in pity to a father's tears, "Reftore my daughter, and thefe gifts accept: "Nor flight the fervant of the son of Jore." He faid; and all the Greeks, with general Approving, had confented to revere [voice The holy priest, and take the proffer'd gifts, Save only Agamemnon; he, difpleas'd, Sternly, with added threats, the fire difrifs’d. "Prefumptuous, vain, old man, no more

❝he feen

[now, "Thy footfters near our fleet, nor tarrying "Nor here again returning, left our wrath "O'ertake thee, spite of him thou ferv'st, "and thofe [crown. "His enfigns, thy weak staff and laurel "Thy daughter I detain, nor will restore "Till late old age have wither'd all her bloom "In Argos, far from this her native clime, "Employ'd amongst my handmaids, day by day,

To twirl the diftaff, and attend my bed. "Go, then ere evil intercept thy flight."

So fpake the kiug. The aged fire obeyid,
And, flent, took his folitary way
Along the beach of the hoarfe-murmuring fea,
Till from the ships he 'fcap'd; then, uneb-
ferv'd,

In fervent forrow thus invokes the aid
Of great Apollo, fair Latona's fan.

"O hear my voice, god of the filver bow, "That rul'ft in Chrysa, and, with power benign,

"O'er lovely Cilla and Tenedos prefideft, "Smintheus!--If ever on thy holy altar "I have pour'd the blood of bulls, or burat "with fire

"The fat of lambs, a grateful facrifice, "O hear thy fervant's voice, and grant my pray'r: [host. "Revenge the wrongs I hear on you prod So fpake he praying, and Apolla heard." Straight, with quick vengeance fir'd, be quit the top

Of high Olympus. O'er his fhoulders hung, Graceful, his ample quiver, ftor'd amai With darts unerring, and his filver bow. Stern as he mov'd, the fatal thafts refound

Make them a comfortable bowl of Punch*,
And fend the party chatty to their beds.
RIC. II. v. 1

I pray you in your anecdotes,
When you thall my unlucky deeds relate,
Speak of me, as one at th' Univerfity
That never ftudied wifely, or did well;
Of one not ill tutor'd, but led afide,
Idle in the extreme: of one, whofe hand,
Like a bafe lounger, threw his time away
Richer than all his fellowship: whofe fpirit
Spent money fafter than the crafty tradefmen
Could fet me down in their quick item' books:
And fay,-befides that in Peck water once,
When a malignant and a shabby dun [door,
Had watch'd me home, and thrice affail'd my
I took by the throat the unrelenting dog,
And fmote him down the stairs.-

OTHELLO V. 2. I play'd upon the flute; my mornings all Were loft in coffee-houses, tennis-courts, and billiards; [dent, And, that which should accompany the ftuObfervance, science, favour of the Dean, I little reck'd to have; that in the very schools, Questions not new nor deep 'gan puzzle me Which my dolt brain had fain refolv'd, but could not; "Ignorant as dirt” ! ! !

Sic Fietas juffit claudere rite diem. POSTERA cum primum tenebras aurora fugårat,

Et nova cæruleo fulferat orbe dies, Affurgunt hilares, morefque, animumque benignum

Laudantes domini, longius ire parant, At juvenis tacitè repit, quà filius infans Hofpitis, in cunis dona quietis habet. Et color, et faciles levia inter fomnia risus, Mollirent Thracum pectora, dura prius. Ille, velut fævis furiis commotus, et excors, Contorfit valida dulcia colla manu.

O dirum facinus! quorfum hæc tam barbara tendunt?

Hæccine pro tali munere dona refers ? Lividus, en vultus-pott, æger anhelitus

et mox

Quis tuus intereà luctus, amande fenex! Non tibi, fi frangens cœlum terramque ruinai Compages mundi folveret ira DEI, Non fi fulphureas fauces expanderet orcus Percuteret mentem talis imago metus Cor jubet interea crudelem fpernere amicum, Pollutafque nova linquere cæde domos. Diffugere in fylvas, atque in fpelaa ferarum, Et reparare cupit quò rapiatur, iter. Aft onus annorum, mixtoque infania luch

Debilitant miferi languida membra fenis. Ille autem, diræ ftragis molitor et auor, Intactis gaudens viribus, ufque valet. Nec mora, præcipiti luftrans vestigia curfu, Jungit anhelantem, follicitumque malis.

EPIGRAM.

G.