Lo! next, a Bard, fecure of praise, His felf-complacent countenance displays. His broad Mustachios, ting'd with golden die, Flame, like a meteor, to the troubled air : Proud his demeanor, and his eagle eye, O'er-hung with lavish lid, yet fhone with glorious glare. The grizzle grace

Of bushy peruke fhadow'd o'er his face.

In large wide boots, whose ponderous weight Would fink each wight of modern date, He rides, well pleas'd. So large a pair Not Garagantua's felf might wear : Not He, of nature fierce and cruel, Who, if we truft to antient Ballad, Devour'd Three Pilgrims in a Sallad ; Nor He of fame germane, hight Pantagruel.

III. 3.

Accoutred thus, th' adventrous Youth

Seeks not the level lawn, or velvet mead,

Fast by whose fide clear ftreams meandring creep ;

But urges on amain the fiery Steed

Up Snowdon's fhaggy fide, or Cambrian rock uncouth :
Where the venerable herd

Of Goats, with long and fapient beard,
And wanton Kidlings their blithe revels keep.
Now up the mountain fee him strain !
Now down the vale he's toft,

Now flashes on the fight again,

Now in the Palpable Obscure quite lost.

IV. 1.

Man's feeble race eternal dangers wait,
With high or low, all, all, is woe,

Disease, mifchance, pale fear, and dubious fate.

But,

But, o'er every peril bounding, Ambition views not all the ills furrounding, And, tiptoe on the mountain's steep, Reflects not on the yawning deep.

IV. 2.

See, fee, he foars! With mighty wings outspread, And long refounding mane,

The Courfer quits the plain.

Aloft in air, fee, fee him bear

The Bard, who shrouds

His Lyrick Glory in the clouds,

Too fond to ftrike the stars with lofty head!

He topples headlong from the giddy height, Deep in the Cambrian Gulph immerg'd in endless night.

IV. 3.

O Steed Divine! what daring fpirit

Rides thee now? tho' he inherit

Nor

Nor the pride, nor self-opinion,
Which elate the mighty Pair,

Each of Tafte the fav'rite minion,

Prancing thro' the defert air;

By help mechanick of Equestrian Block,

Yet fhall he mount, with claffick housings grac'd, And, all unheedful of the Critick Mock,

Drive his light Courfer o'er the bounds of Taste.

ODE

ODE to OBLIVION.

I.

ARENT OF EASE! OBLIVION old,

"PARENT

Who lov'ft thy dwelling-place to hold,

Where scepter'd Pluto keeps his dreary sway,
Whose fullen pride the shiv'ring ghosts obey !

Thou

According to Lillæus, who beftows the Parental Function on

Oblivion.

Verba OBLIVISCENDI regunt GENITIVUM.

Lib. xiii. Cap. 8.

There is a fimilar paffage in Bufbæus.