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HE Minstrel or Progress of Genius

Beattie 3 Owen of Carron

Langhorne 39 Hermit of Warkworth

Bishop Percy 63 Sir Eldred of the Bower Blecding Rock Lucy and Colin William and Margaret Edwin and Emma Hermit

Goldsmith 159 Traveller

ditto 165 Deserted Village Haunch of Venison Retaliation Supplement to Retaliation

Cumberland 207 Jupiter and Mercury

Garrick 211 Jeu d'Esprit

Dean of Derry 213

Moore 109

ditto 135 Tickell 145 Mallet 149

ditto 153

ditto 179 ditto 193 ditto 199

CO N T E N T S.

Fox 223

Dorinda

Fitzpatrick: 217 Verses sent to a young Lady with the new edition of Shakespeare

Carlisle 221 Verses on Mrs. Crewe Rhapsody on Tafte

Carlisle 235 Elegy written in the Garden of a Friend Mason 227 Elegy written in a Country Church Yard

Gray 331 Elegy on Captain Cook Death of Alico

Edwards 249 Monody to the Memory of Lady Lyttleton

Lyttleton" 251 Verses making Part of an Epitaph on the same Lady

ditto 251 Andre

Seward 263 Ode to John Howard, Efq;

Hayley 381

Serward 237

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Thefteep where Fame's proud temple shinesafar!
Ah! who can tell how many a foul sublime
Has felt the influence of malignant ftar,
And wag'd with Fortune an eternal war!
Check'd by the scoff of Pride, by Envy's frown,
And Poverty's unconquerable bar,

In life's low vale reinote has pined alone,
Then dropt into the grave, unpitied and unknown!

II. And yet, the languor of inglorious days, Not equally oppreffive is to all. Him who ne'er liften'd to the voice of praise, The filence of neglect can ne'er appal. There are, who, deaf to mad Ambition's call, Wou'd shrink to hear th'obftreperous trump of Fame; Supremely bleft if to their portion fall

Health, competence, and peace. Nor higher aim Had He, whose simple tale these artless lines proclaim.

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