ENCOMIUMS ON GRAY. TO MR. GRAY, UPON HIS ODES. REPINE not, GRAY, that our weak dazzled eyes Each gentle reader loves the gentle Muse, Who humbly sips her learning from Reviews, No longer now from Learning's sacred store Though nursed by these, in vain thy Muse appears Yet droop not, GRAY, nor quit thy heaven-born art, Again thy wondrous powers reveal; Wake slumbering Virtue in the Briton's heart, And rouse us to reflect and feel! From an original MS. in the possession of Isaac Reed, Esq. With ancient deeds our long-chill'd bosoms fire, Those deeds that mark Eliza's reign! Make Britons Greeks again-then strike the lyre, And Pindar shall not sing in vain. ODE TO MR. GRAY, ON THE BACKWARDNESS OF SPRING, IN THE YEAR 1742. DEAR GRAY, that always in my heart What mean these sudden blasts that rise Come, fairest Nymph, resume thy reign! Come then, with Pleasure at thy side, And Heav'n and Earth be glad at heart. EPITAPH ON MR. GRAY'S MONUMENT IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY. BY MR. MASON. No more the Grecian Muse unrivall'd reigns, |