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Beneath the British cak's majestic shade,
Shall fee fair truth, immortal maidi,
Honour, and moral beauty shine
Yes, here alone did highest heav'n ordain
The lasting magazine of charms,
For ever should remain !
Her impulse nothing may restrain-
'Midst all the city's artful trim,
Or shrubs fuliginously grim :
The wood-lark mourns her absent love,
But how must faithless art prevail,
For dimpled brook and leafy grove,
Example for its giddy bands;
From these impartial heav'n demands To spread the fame itself inspires ;
To sift opinion's mingled mass, Impress a nation's taste, and bid the sterling pass.
Happy, thrice happy they,
With mild effective beams!
To join their pleasing dreams !
They only that deferve, enjoy.
Nor naiad near their fountains rove,
A train of smiling virtues bright
[brow. Shall twine triumphant palms to deck the wanderer's
And though by faithless friends alarm’d,
By Seymour's winning influence charm’d,
No longer shall their counsels jar.
Near Percy-lodge, with awe-struck mien,
I see the rival pow'rs combine,
And aid each other's fair design;
Begin, ye fongsters of the
-Peace to the strepent horn!
No founds inelegant and rude
The lowly shepherd's votive strain,
a seat near
Colmbrook, purchased of dord Bathur] By the care of flerffora afterwardr Interf Somerset who al: -tered its old name of Riskins, on Rugskins, to that of Percy Lodge, how being in right of his Thothera Baron Perey. after the Iza to? Buchhe/s, iZ wartoti to Hajor Mayne zona altra tener er é Fiskins,
OD E to MEMORY. 1748.
O Memory! celestial maid !
! celestial maid !
Preserv'st the blossoms of our prime ;
And bring that garland to my sight,
With which my favour'd crook she bound;
Which then my festive temples crown’d,
And sketch with care the muse's bow'r,
Where Isis rolls her silver tide,
omit one reed or flow'r
*Jipposed to be
ittr Graver. The song it 'vails not to recite
But sure, to soothe our youthful dreams,
Than other banks, than other streams :
Or by thy softening pencil shewn,
And paint that sweetly vacant scene,
When, all beneath the poplar bough, My spirits light, my soul serene,
I breath'd in verse one cordial vow; That nothing should my
soul infpire, But friendship warm, and love entire.
Dull to the sense of new delight,
On thee the drooping muse attends ; As some fond lover, robb’d of sight,
On thy expressive pow'r depends ; Nor would exchange thy glowing lines, To live the lord of all that shines,
But let me chase those vows away
Which at ambition's shrine I made; Nor ever let thy skill display
Those anxious moments, ill repaid : Oh! from my breast that season rase, And bring my childhood in its place.
Bring me the bells, the rattle bring,
And bring the hobby I bestrode; When pleas’d, in many a sportive ring,
Around the room I jovial rode: Ev'n let me bid my lyre adieu, And bring the whistle that I blew.