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But not to one in this benighted age

Is that diviner inspiration 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 rays,

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 heart.'

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SKETCH

OF

HIS OWN CHARACTER.

WRITTEN IN 1761,

AND FOUND IN ONE OF HIS POCKET BOOKS.

Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune;
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 believ'd in a God:
A post or a pension he did not desire,
But left church and state to Charles Townshend

and Squire*

* Squire] At that time Fellow of St. John's College, Cambridge, and afterwards Bishop of St. David's.

AMATORY LINES.

This jeu d'esprit first appeared in Warton's Edition of Pope.

With beauty, with pleasure surrounded, to lan

guish To weep without knowing the cause of my anguish: To start from short slumbers, and wish for the morn

ingTo close my dull eyes when I see it returning; Sighs sudden and frequent, looks ever dejectedWords that steal from my tongue, by no meaning

connected! Ah, say, fellow-swains, how these symptoms befell

me ?

They smile, but reply not-Sure Delia will tell me!

SONG.

Written, at the request of Miss Speed, to an old air of Gemini

ani :- the thought from the French.

THYRsis, when we parted, swore

Ere the spring he would return-
Ah! what means yon violet flower!

And the bud that decks the thorn!
'T'was the lark that upward sprung!
"I'was the nightingale that sung!

Idle notes! untimely green!

Why this unavailing haste?
Western gales and skies serene

Speak not always winter past.
Cease, my doubts, my fears to move,
Spare the honour of my love.

TO P H E T.

AN EPIGRAM.

Mr. Etough, of Cambridge University, the person satirized, was

as remarkable for the eccentricities of his character, as for his personal appearance. Mr. Tyson, of Bene’t College, made an etching of his head, and presented it to Mr. Gray, who embellished it with the following lines. Mr. Etough was rector of Therfield, Herts, and of Colmworth, Bedfordshire.

Thus Tophet look’d; so grinn'd the brawling fiend,
Whilst frighted prelates bow'd and call'd him friend.
Our mother-church, with half-averted sight,
Blush'd as she bless'd her grisly proselyte;
Hosannas rung through hell's tremendous borders,
And Satan's self had thoughts of taking orders.

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