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As lamps, that shed at evé a cheerful ray,
Not but the human fabric from the birth
What wonder, if, to patient valour train'd,
[The following couplet, which was intended to have
been introduced in the poem on the Alliance of Education and Government, is much too beautiful to be lost. Mason.]
When love could teach a monarch to be wise, And gospel-light first dawn'd from Bullen's eyes.
STANZAS TO MR. BENTLY,
Mr. Bently had made a set of designs for Mr. Gray's
Poems, particularly a head-piece to the Long Story. The original drawings are in the library at Straw
berry Hill. In silent gaze the tuneful choir among, Half pleased, half blushing, let the Muse
admire, While Bently leads her sister art along,
And bids the pencil answer to the lyre. See, in their course, each transitory thought
Fix'd by his touch a lasting essence take; Each dream, in fancy's airy colouring wrought.
To local symmetry and life awake! Tho tardy rhymes that used to linger on,
To censure cold, and negligent of fame, In swifter measure animated run,
And catch a lustre from his genuine flame. Ah! could they catch his strength, his easy grace
His quick creation, his unerring line ; The energy of Pope they inight efface,
And Dryden's harmony submit to mine. But not to one in this benighted age
Is that diviner ir:spiration given, That burns in Shakspeare's or in Milton's page,
The pomp and prodigality of heaven.
As when conspiring in the diamond's blaze,
The meaner gems, that singly charm the sight, Together dart their intermingled ways,
And dazzle with a luxury of light. Enough for me, if to some feeling breast
My lines a secret sympathy 'impart;' And as their pleasing influence 'flows confest,'
A sigh of soft reflection - heaves the hcart.'
Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to impor
tune; He had not the method of making a fortune : Could love, and could hate, so was thought some
what 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 Townsend
* Squirej At that tinie Fellow of St. John's College, Cambridge, and afterwards Bishop of St. David's.
Written, at the request of Miss Speed, to an old air
of Geminiani :--the thought from the French.
TAYRSIS, when we parted, swore
Ere the spring he would return---
And the bud that decks the thorn?
Why this unavailing haste ?
Speak not always winter past.