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AUTHOR OF " THE BOTANIC GARDEN."
Two Poets,* (poets, by report,
Not oft so well agree)
Sweet harmonist of Flora's court!
Conspire to honour thee.
'They best can judge a poet's worth
Who oft themselves have known, The pangs of a poetic birth
By labours of their own.
We, therefore, pleas'd, extol thy fong,
Though various yet complete, Rich in embellishment, as strong
And learn'd as it is sweet.
No envy mingles with our praise,
Though could our hearts repine At any poet's happier lays,
They would, they must, at thine.
Alluding to the poem by Mr. Hayley, which accompaBut we, in mutual bondage knit
Of friendship's closest tie, Can gaze on even Darwin's wit
With an unjaundic'd eye ;
And deem the Bard, whoe'er he be,
And howsoever known,
Who would not twine a wreath for thee,
Unworthy of his own.
The birds put off their ev'ry hue
To dress a room for Montague.
The Peacock sends his heav'nly dyes,
His rainbows and his starry eyes ;
The Pheasant plumes, which round infold
His mantling neck with downy gold;
The Cock his arch'd tail's azure show,
And, river-blanch’d, the Swan, his snow.
All tribes behide of Indian name,
That gloffy shine or vivid flame,
Where rises, and where sets the day,
Whate'er they boast of rich and gay,
Contribute to the gorgeous plan,
Proud to advance it all they can.
This plumage neither dalhing show'r
Nor blasts that shake the dripping bow's
Shall drench again or discompose,
But screen'd from ev'ry form that blows,
It boasts a splendour eu'r new,
Safe with protecting Montague.
To the same patronefs resort,
Secure of favour at her court,
Strong Genius, from whose forge of thought
Forms rise, to quick perfection wrought,
Which, though new-born, with vigour move,
Like Pallas springing arm’d from Jovem
Imagination scattring round
Wild roses over furrow'd ground,
Which Labour of his frown beguile,
And teach Philosophy a smile-
Wit flashing on Religion's fide,
Whose fires to sacred Truth applied,
The gem, though luminous before,
(htude on human notice more,
Like sun-beams on the golden height
Of some tall temple playing bright
Well-tutorid Learning, from his books
Dismiss'd with grave, not haughty, looks,
Tbeir order on his shelves exact
Not more harmonious or compact
Than that to which he keeps confin'd
The various treasures of his mind
All these to Montague's repair,
Ambitious of a shelter there.
There Genius, Learning, Fancy, Wit,
Their ruffled plumage calm refit,
(For stormy troubles loudest roar
Around their flight who highest soar)
And in her eye, and by her aid,
Shine safe without a fear to fade.
She thus maintains divided (way,
With yon bright Regent of the day;;
The Plume and Puet buth we know
Their lustre to his influence owe
And she the works of Phæbus aiding,
Both Poet saves and Plume from fading.
On his emphatical and interesting Delivery of the Defence of
Warren Hastings, Esq. in the House of Lords.
COWPER, whose filver voice, talkd sometimes hard,
Legends prolix delivers in the ears (Attentive when thou read'it) of England's peers,
Let verse at length yield thee thy just reward.
Thou wast not heard with drowsy disregard,
Expending late on all that length of plea
Thy gen'rous pow'rs, but silence honour'd thee
Mute as e'er gaz'd on orator or bard.
Thou art not voice alone, but haft beside
Both heart and head; and could'st with music sweet
Of attic phrase and senatorial tone,
Like thy renown'd forefathers, far and wide
Thy fame diffuse, prais'd not for utt'rance meet
Of orkers' speech, but magic of thy own.