No- that's a resemblance too vapid and low: Let's see to a finished young traveller? - No : To a graceful young lord just stept out of his carriage? Or handsome young poet, the day of his marriage? No, nobody's likeness will help me, I see, To afford you a notion of what he could be, A figure sublim'd above mortal degree, His throat like a pillar for smoothness and grace, His curls in a cluster, and then such a face, As mark'd him at once the true offspring of Jove, For though he was blooming, an oval of cheek, And youth down his shoulders went smoothing and sleek, Yet his look with the reach of past ages was wise, lose ; Yet how I have mention'd those lamps of the Muse, I can't but observe what a splendor they shed, When a thought more than common came into his head: Then they leap'd in their frankness, deliciously bright, And if, as he shook back his hair in it's cluster, And rung for the landlord to order the fare, Than he heard a strange noise and a knock from without, And scraping and bowing, came in such a rout! There was Arnold, and Reynolds, and Dibdin, and Cherry, All grinning as who should say, "Shan't we be merry?" And mighty dull Cobb, lumb'ring just like a bear up, 66 Oh, the waiters, I see ; ah, it's all very well, Only one of you'll do just to answer the bell.” But lord! to see all the great dramatists' faces ! Then turning about, left the room in vexation, And Hook, they say, could'nt help mutt'ring "Damnation!" 'Twas lucky for Colman he was'nt there too, For his pranks would have certainly met with their due, And Sheridan's also, that finished old tricker; But one was in prison, and both were in liquor.” door : Apollo just gave them a glance with his eye. Begg'd the landlord to give his respects to all three, And say he'd be happy to see them to teà. "Your Majesty then," said the Gaius, " don't know That a person nam'd Crabbe has been waiting below? He has taken his chair in the kitchen, they say." "Indeed!" said Apollo, "Oh pray let him stay: He'll be much better pleased to be with 'em down stairs, And will find ye all out with your cookings and cares But mind that you treat him as well as you're able, And let him have part of what goes from the table." A soft, smiling voice then arose on the ear, As if some one from court was about to appear: — “Oh, this is the room, my good friend? Ah I see it is; Room, sure enough, for the best-bred of deities!" Then came a whisper,· and then was a hush, And then, with a sort of a look of a blush, odd, And friendship, you know, -pray how is my dear God!" A smile, followed up by a shake of the head, Crossed the fine lip of Phoebus, who viewed him, and "I'll give you a lesson, Sir, quite your own seeking, And one that you very much want, ing. on plain speak Pray have you to learn, and at this time of day, That your views on regard have been all the wrong way? One ten thousandth part of the words and the time So saying, his eye so alarmingly shone, That ere it could wink, the poor devil was gone. A hem was then heard, consequential and snapping, And a sour little gentleman walked with a rap in. He bowed, looked about him, seemed cold, and sat down, And said, "I'm surprised that you'll visit this town : To be sure, there are one or two of us who know you, They really prefer Scotch reviews to their own; "Yourself and your friends!" cried the God in high glee; "And pray, my frank visitor, who may you be?" Who be?" cried the other; "why really this William Gifford's a name, I think, pretty well known!" My thanks to that name are undoubtedly due: saved me the horrors; The Juvenal too stops a gap in one's shelf, At least in what Dryden has not done himself; And there's something, which even distaste must respect, In the self-taught example, that conquered neglect. But not to insist on the recommendations Of modesty, wit, and a small stock of patience, My visit just now is to poets alone, And not to small critics, however well known." |