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Sent to a Young

With the new Edition of SHAKESPEARE.

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LADY,

By the Right Hon. the Earl of CARLISLE.

OET of nature, thou whofe boundless art

that rules the throbbing

heart,

Feign'd all that love, that glory e'er infpir'd,
That warm'd a Romeo, or a Percy fir'd,
In love's fweet caufe be now thy magic try'd,
And charm with future fcenes my deflio'd bride!

Lo! at thy call, fiends cross the blafted heath,
And rifing fpectres daunt the pale Macbeth,
Who doom'd by guilt his anxious eye to caft
O'er dim futurity's unravell'd waste,
On alien brows beheld his wrefted crown,
Deplor'd the paft, and faw the future frown!

Oh, once again thefe wond'rous spells prepare,
With milder vifions point th' embodied air!
No more in caves let fires infernal glow,
Nor call thy phantoms from the world below.
In Laura's fight let Hymen's altar blaze,
Let Cupid's torch diffuse its brightest rays,
Let fmiling hours in festive circles dance,
And white-rob'd priests to meet our steps advance;
In diftant view be love's dear pledges shown,
And all the long fucceffion live our own!

So, round the favour'd tomb, thy hallow'd urn, May ev'ry mufe her vestal incense burn!

Still may thofe laureat brows their honours wear,
Secure from critics, envy, and Voltaire !
Still on the ftage thou reard'st may Garrick ftand,
For Shakespeare's lyre obeys no other hand!
Still fleep thy page near Laura's pillow plac'd,
And future comments grace thee like the last !

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MRS.

CREW

E,

By the Honourable

CHARLES JAMES FOX.

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By nature's most delicate pencil defign'd;
Where blushes unbidden, and smiles without art,
Speak the foftnefs and feeling that dwell in the heart;
Where in manners enchanting no blemish we trace,
But the foul keeps the promife we had from the face;
Sure philofophy, reafon, and coldness must prove
Defences unequal to fhield us from love :
Then tell me, myfterious enchanter, oh tell;
By what wonderful art, by what magical spell,
My heart is fo fenc'd that for once I am wife,
And
gaze without raptures on Amoret's eyes;
That my wishes which never were bounded before,
Are here bounded by friendship, and ask for no more.-

HERE the lovelieft expreffion to features is join'd

my

heart,

Is't reafon? no; that my whole life will belye,
For who fo at variance as reafon and I?
Is't ambition that fills up each chink of
Nor allows any fofter sensation a part?
Oh no! for in this all the world muft agree,
One folly was never fufficient for me.
Is my mind on diftrefs too intenfely employ'd,
Or by pleafure relax'd, by variety cloy'd?
For alike in this only, enjoyment and pain
Both flacken the fprings of thofe nerves which they
ftrain,

That I've felt each reverse that from fortune can flow,
That I've tasted each bliss that the happiest know,
Has ftill been the whimfical fate of my life,
Where anguish and joy have been ever at ftrife.
But tho' vers'd in th extremes both of pleasure and pain,
I am still but too ready to feel them again.
If then for this once in my life I am free,
And escape from a fnare might catch wiser than me;
'Tis that beauty alone but imperfectly charms
For tho' brightnefs may dazzle 'tis kindness that warms:
As on funs in the winter with pleasure we gaze,
But feel not the warmth though their splendour we

praise,

So beauty our juft admiration may claim,
But love, and love only the heart can inflame.

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RHAPSODY on TASTE,

On feeing the Duchefs of Devonshire in full

Drefs.

By LORD C

C

NOME, thou goddess fair and free,
Whom the meek nymph, Simplicity,
To the fon of Maia bore,
And nurs'd upon th' Athenian fhore,
Then to thy fire her charge refign'd,
Who to fuch elegance of mind
Added, whatever polish'd ease
Could give, and all the arts to please :
Whether on Reynolds (beauty's friend)
Thou biddeft every grace attend;
Or fmiling doft in fportive fong
Hail the great gueft of Kien-long * :
Hither, various goddess, hafte,
Boundless, inimitable tafte,

* Sir William Chambers.

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