MY From frozen climes to milder skies; From chilling blafts the feeks thy chearing beam, A beam of favour, here deny'd; Hopes an afylum in fo great a name. II. To dive full deep in antient days, The warrior's ardent deeds to raise, And monarchs aggrandize;-the glory, Thine; Thine is the drama, how renown'd! Thine, Epic's loftier trump to found; But let ARION's fea-ftrung harp be Mine: * Annals of the emperor CHARLES XII, Lewis XIV. III. But III. But where's his dolphin? Know'ft thou, where? My finking fong! Mere mortal lays, IV. "Tell me," fay'ft thou, "who courts my smile? "What ftranger ftray'd from yonder ifle ?"No stranger, Sir! though born in foreign climes; On Dorfet downs, when MILTON's page, With Sin and Death, provok'd thy rage, Thy rage provok'd, who footh'd with gentle rhymes ? V. Who kindly couch'd thy cenfure's eye, Sound judgment giving law to fancy strong? Nor could thy modefty do lefs, That MILTON's blindness lay not in his song? VI. But fuch debates long fince are flown; On airy pastimes, ere our brows were grey: To thee my patron, I my debt, And thou to thine, for Prnia's golden key, 3 VII, The VII. The prefent, in oblivion cast, Full foon fhall fleep, as fleeps the past The frowns, and favours of the great; The Gallic gaiety, and British spleen. VIII. Ye wing'd, ye rapid moments! stay:- Time IX. Nor calls in vain; the call infpires Than once prevail'd; we stand on higher ground: What scenes we fee! Exalted aim! With ardors new, our spirits flame; Ambition bleft! with more than laurels crown'd. VOL. I. A SE A |