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[The following amatory Lines having been found a.
mong the MSS. of Gray, but bearing no title, I have ventured, for the sake of uniformity in this Volume, to prefix the above. The Lines themselves will be found in a Note in the second volume of Warton's Edition of Pope's Works, lately published.]
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 dejected Words that steal from my tongue, by no meaning con
nected! Ah, say, fellow-swains, how these symptoms befel
me? They smile, but reply not-Sure DELIA CAN TELL
(Mr. Etough , of Cambridge University, was a
person as remarkable for the eccentricities of his character, as for his personal appearance. A Mr. Tyson, of Bene't College, made an etching of his head, and presented it to Mr. Gray, who wrote under it the following lines :]
THUS Tophet look'd ; so grinn'd the brawling fiend,
 Some information respecting this gentleman (who was Rector of Therfield, Herts, and of Colmworth, Bedfordshire) will be found in the Gentleman's Magazine, Vol. LVI. p. 25. 281.
SUGGESTED BY A VIEW, IN 1766,
SEAT AND RUINS OF A DECEASED
AT KINGSGATE, KENT.
OLD, and abandon’d by each venal friend,
Here H—d form’d the pious resolution To smuggle a few years, and strive to mend
A broken character and constitution.
On this congenial spot he fix'd his choice;
Earl Goodwin trembled for his neighb’ring sand i Here sea-gulls scream, and cormorants rejoice,
And mariners, though shipwreck’d, dread to land. Here reign the blust'ring North and blighting East,
No tree is heard to whisper, bird to sing; Yet Nature could not furnish out the feast,
Art he invokes new horrors still to bring.
Here mould'ring fanes and battlements arise,
Turrets and arches nodding to their fall,
Unpeopled monast'ries delude our eyes,
And mimic desolation covers all.
« Ah !” said the sighing peer, “had B-te been true,
“ Nor M_'s, R-'s, B_'s friendship vain, “ Far better scenes than these had blest our view,
“ And realiz'd the beauties which we feign.
«« Purg'd by the sword, and purify'd by fire,
“ Then had we seen proud London's hated walls; « Owls would have hooted in St. Peter's choir,
" And foxes stunk and litter'd in St. Paul's."
THE CAMBRIDGE COURTSHIP.
[This jeu d'esprit was written a short time previous
to the Election of a High Steward of the University of Cambridge, for which Office the Noble Lord al. luded to made an active Canvas.]
WHEN sly Jemmy Twitcher had smugg'd up his
face, With a lick of court white-wash, and pious grimace, A wooing he went, where three sisters of old In harmless society guttle and scold.
Lord ! sister, says Physic to Law, I declare, Such a sheep-biting look, such a pick-pocket air! Not I for the Indies ! -You know I'm no prude, But his name is a shame -and his eyes are so lewd ! Then he shambles and straddles so oddly—I fearNo-at our time of life 'twould be silly, my dear.
I don't know, says Law, but methinks for his look 'Tis just like the picture in Rochester's book ;