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MR. GRAY, UPON HIS ODES.
BY DAVID GARRICK, ESQ.  REPINE not, Gray, that our weak dazzled eyes
Thy daring heights and brightness shun;
Or, like him, gaze upon the sun !
That little dares, and little means;
Or flutters in the Magazines.
Our minds their health and vigour draw;
No more the Stagyrite is law.
To breathe her ardours in our souls;
The lightning gleams, the thunder rolls :
 From the original MS. in the possession of ISAAC REED, Esq.
Yet droop not, Gray, nor quit thy heaven-born art,
Again thy wond'rous powers reveal ;
And rouse us to reflect and feel!
With ancient deeds our long-chillid bosoms fire,
Those deeds that mark Eliza's reign!
And Pindar shall not sing in vain.
ODE TO MR. GRAY,
THE BACKWARDNESS OF SPRING.
BY THE LATE MR. RICHARD WEST.
DEAR Gray, that always in my heart
Awake, in all thy glories drest,
Great Nature's self upbraids thy stay, And misses her accustom’d May.
See! all her works demand thy aid;
Come then, with Pleasure at thy side,
THE DEATH OF MR. GRAY.
Me quoque Musarum studium sub nocte silenti Artibus assuetis solicitare solet.
ENOUGH of fabling, and th’unhallow'd haunts