"GRAY is one of the few, the very few of our greatest poets, who deserves to be studied in every line for the apprehension of that wonder. ful sweetness, power and splendour of versification, which has made him (scholastic and difficult as he is) one of the most popular of writers, though his rhymes are occasionally flat and his phrases heathen Greek to ordinary readers. The secret of his supremacy consists principally in the consummate art with which his diction is elaborated into the most melodious concatenation of syllables to form lines; and those lines so to implicate and evolve in progression, that the strain of one of Händel's Overtures is not more consecutively ordered to carry the mind onward, through every bar, to the march at the conclusion, when the hearer has been wrought to such a state of exaltation, that he feels as though he could mount the scaffold to the beaten time of such music." James MONTGOMERY in his "Lectures on Poetry" &c. p. 203. GRAY'S POEMS. ODES. I. ON THE SPRING. 1 Lo! where the rosy-bosom'd Hours, The untaught harmony of Spring; 2 Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch A broader, browner shade, - grown beech Beside some water's rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit, and think 3 Still is the toiling hand of Care, Yet hark! how through the peopled air Five Centuries. Bb The insect 'youth are on the wing, 4 To Contemplation's sober eye, And they that creep, and they that fly, But flutter through life's little day, In Fortune's varying colours dress'd; 5 Methinks I hear, in accents low, Poor Moralist! and what art thou? Thy joys no glittering female meets, II. ON THE DEATH OF A FAVOURITE CAT, DROWNED IN A CHINA TUB OF GOLD FISHES. 1 'Twas on a lofty vase's side, Where China's gayest art had dyed The azure flowers that blow, Demurest of the tabby kind, The pensive Selima, reclined, Gazed on the lake below. 2 Her conscious tail her joy declared; Her coat that with the tortoise vies, 3 Still had she gazed, but, 'midst the tide, 4 The hapless nymph with wonder saw; She stretch'd in vain to reach the prize; What cat's averse to fish? 5 Presumptuous maid! with looks intent, 6 Eight times emerging from the flood, No Dolphin came, no Nereid stirr'd, 7 From hence, ye beauties! undeceived, Not all that tempts your wandering eyes, |