four stanzas, beginning' Yet even these bones,' are to me original: I have never seen the notions in any other place; yet he that reads them here persuades himself that he has always felt them. Had Gray written often thus, it had been vain to blame, and useless to praise him, ENCOMIUMS. ΤΟ MR. GRAY, UPON HIS ODES. By Bavid Garrick, Esq.1 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 1 From an original MS. in the possession of Isaac Reed, Esq. Yet droop not, Gray, nor quit thy heaven-born art, 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. By Richard West, Esq. DEAR Gray, that always in my heart Possessest far the better part, What mean these sudden blasts that rise Come, fairest Nymph, resume thy 'reign! Awake, in all thy glories dress'd, See! all her works demand thy aid; Come then, with Pleasure at thy side, And heaven and earth be glad at heart. |