MOUNT EDGECUMBE.

HE Gods, on thrones celestial feated,

THE

By Jove with bowls of nectar heated,
All on Mount Edgecumbe turn'd their eyes;
"That place is mine," great Neptune cries:
"Behold! how proud o'er all the main
"Thofe ftately turrets feem to reign!
"No views fo grand on earth you fee!
"The master too belongs to me :
"I grant him my domain to fhare,
"I bid his hand my trident bear."
"The fea is yours, but mine the land,"
Pallas replies;" by me were plann'd
"Thofe towers, that hofpital, thofe docks,
"That fort, which crowns thofe ifland rocks:
"The lady too is of my choir,

"I taught her hand to touch the lyre;
"With every charm her mind I grac'd,
"I gave her prudence, knowledge, tafte."
"Hold, madam," interrupted Venus,
"The lady must be shar'd between us :
"And furely mine is yonder grove,
"So fine, fo dark, fo fit for love;
"Trees, fuch as in th' Idalian glade,
"Or Cyprian lawn, my palace shade."
Then Oreads, Dryads, Naiads, came;
Each Nymph alledg'd her lawful claim.
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But

But Jove, to finish the debate,

Thus fpoke, and what he speaks is fate :
"Nor god nor goddefs, great or small,
"That dwelling his or hers may call;
I made Mount Edgecumbe for you all."

IN

VITATI O N.

TO THE DOWAGER DUCHESS D'AIGUILLON.

WHEN Peace fhall, on her downy wing,
To France and England Friendship bring,

Come, Aiguillon, and here receive
That homage we delight to give
To foreign talents, foreign charms,
To worth which Envy's felf difarms
Of jealous hatred: Come, and love
That nation which you now approve.
So fhall by France amends be made
(If fuch a debt can e'er be paid)
For having with feducing art

From Britain ftol'n her Hervey's heart.

TO COLONEL DRUMGO LD.

DRUMGOLD, whofe ancestors from Albion's

fhore

Their conquering ftandards to Hibernia bore,
Though now thy valour, to thy country loft,

Shines in the foremoft ranks of Gallia's hoft,

Think not that France fhall borrow all thy fame-
From British fires deriv'd thy genius came :
Its force, its energy, to thefe it ow'd,
But the fair polish Gallia's clime bestow'd:
The Graces there each ruder thought refin'd,-
And livelieft wit with foundeft fenfe combin'd.-
They taught in sportive Fancy's gay attire
To drefs the graveft of th' Aonian choir,
And gave to fober Wifdom's wrinkled cheek
The smile that dwells in Hebe's dimple fleek..
Pay to each realm the debt that each may
afk:
Be thine, and thine alone, the pleafing task,
In purest elegance of Gallic phrafe

To cloathe the spirit of the British lays.
Thus every flower which every Mufe's hand
Has rais'd profufe in Britain's favourite land,
By thee transplanted to the banks of Seine,,
Its fweeteft native odours fhall retain..
And when thy noble friend, with olive crown'd,
In Concord's golden chain has firmly bound
The rival nations, thou for both shalt raise
The grateful fong to his immortal praise.
Albion fhall think the hears her Prior fing;.

And France, that Boileau ftrikes the tuneful ftring.
Then fhalt thou tell what various talents join'd,
Adorn, embellish, and exalt his mind;
Learning and wit, with fweet politenefs grac'd;,
Wisdom by guile or cunning undebas'd ; .
By pride unfullied, genuine dignity;
A nobler and fublime fimplicity.-

Such in thy verfe fhall Nivernois be fhewn :

France fhall with joy the fair refemblance own;
And Albion fighing bid her fons afpire
To imitate the merit they admire.

EPITAPH ON CAPTAIN GRENVILLE.

Y

E weeping Mufes, Graces, Virtues, tell
If, fince your all-accomplish'd Sydney fell,
You, or afflicted Britain, e'er deplor'd
A lofs like that these plaintive lays record!
Such fpotlefs honour; fuch ingenuous truth,
Such ripen'd wisdom in the bloom of youth!
So mild, fo gentle, fo compos'd a mind,
To fuch heroic warmth and courage join'd:
He too, like Sydney, nurs'd in Learning's arms,
For nobler war forfook her fofter charms:
Like him, poffefs'd of every pleasing art,
The fecret with of every female's heart:
Like him, cut off in youthful glory's pride,
He, unrepining, for his country dy'd.

ON CAPTAIN CORNWALL, SLAIN OFF TOULON, 1743.

THOU

HOUGH Britain's genius hung her drooping head,

And mourn'd her ancient naval glory fled;

On that fam'd day, when France combin'd with Spain, Strove for the wide dominion of the main :

Yet,

Yet, Cornwall! all with general voice agree
To pay the tribute of applause to thee.

When his bold chief, in thickest fight engag'd,
Unequal war with Spain's proud leader wag'd ;
With indignation mov'd, he timely came,
To rescue from reproach his country's name :
Succefs too dearly did his valour crown;
He fav'd his leader's life, but loft his own.

ON GOOD HUMOUR.

Written at EATON-SCHOOL, 1729.

ELL me, ye fons of Phoebus, what is this Which all admire, but few, too few, poffefs? A virtue 'tis to ancient maids unknown,

And prudes who spy all faults except their own.
Lov'd and defended by the brave and wife,
Though knaves abuse it, and like fools despise.
Say, Wyndham, if 'tis poffible to tell,
What is the thing in which you most excel ?
Hard is the question, for in all you please ;
Yet fure good-nature is your nobleft praise;
Secur'd by this, your parts no envy move,
For none can envy him whom all must love.
This magic power can make ev'n folly please,
This to Pitt's genius adds a brighter grace,
And sweetens every charm in Cælia's face.

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