•WITH Beauty,with Pleasure surrounded, to languishTo weep without knowing the cause of my anguish ; To start from short slumbers, and wish for the morningTo close my dull eyes when I see it returning; Sighs sudden and frequent, looks ever dejected— Words that steal from my tongue, by no meaning connected! Ah, say, fellow-swains, how these symptoms befel me? They smile, but reply not-Sure Delia cau tell me! TOPHET: An Epigram. [Mr. Etough,t of Cambridge University, was remarkable for his eccentricities and personal appearance. A Mr. Tyson of Bene't College, made an etching of his head, and presented it to Mr. Gray, who wrote under it the following lines.] THUS Tophet look'd; so grinn'd the brawling fiend, Hosannas rung through Hell's tremendous borders, IMPROMPTU, Suggested by a View, in 1766, of the Seat and Ruins of a deceased Nobleman, at Kingsgate, Keni. OLD, and abandon'd by cach venal friend, Here Hd form'd the pious resolution To smuggle a few years, and strive to mend These lines will be found in a note in the second volume of + Gentleman's Magazine, Vol. LVI. p. 26. 281. On this congenial spot he fix'd his choice; Earl Goodwin trembled for his neighb'ring sand; Here sea-gulls scream, and cormorants rejoice, And mariners, though shipwreck'd, dread to land. Here reign the blust'ring North and blighting East, Here mould'ring fanes and battlements arise, Ah!' said the sighing peer, had B-te been true, 'Purged by the sword, and purified by fire, THE CANDIDATE; OR, THE CAMBRIDGE COURTSHIP. Written a short time previous to the election of a WHEN sly Jemmy Twitcher had smugg'd up his face, In harmless society guttle and scold. "Lord! sister,' says Physic to Law, I declare, 'I don't know,' says Law, 'but methinks for his look Divinity heard, between waking and dozing, Never hang down your head, you poor penitent elf; SKETCH OF HIS OWN CHARACTER. Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to impórtune; Could love and could hate, so was thought somewhat odd; No very great Wit, he believed in a God. A post or a pension he did not desire, But left church and state to Charles Townshend and Squire.t Written in 1761, and found in one of his pocket-books. Fellow of St. John's College, Cambridge, and afterwards POEMS, ADDRESSED TO, AND IN MEMORY OF MR. GRAY. UPON HIS ODES. By David Garrick, Esq. REPINE not, Gray, that our weak dazzled eyes Each gentle reader loves the gentle Muse, Who humbly sips her learning from Reviews, No longer now from Learning's sacred store Though nursed by these, in vain thy Muse appears In vain to sightless eyes and deaden'd ears The lightning gleams, the thunder rolls: Yet droop not, Gray, nor quit thy heaven-born art; Wake slumb'ring Virtue in the Briton's heart, With ancient deeds our long-chill'd bosoms fire, t |