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Is't reason no; that my whole life will belye,
praise, So beauty our just admiration may claim; But love, and love only the heart can inflame.
On seeing the Duchess of Devonshire in full
By LORD C
OME, thou goddess fair and free,
Whom the meek nymph, Simplicity,
Sir William Chambers.
And save those charms from fashion's tawdry reign,
From her cumbrous forehead tear
L E G
Written in the Garden of a Friend.
By W. MA SON, A. M.
HILE o'er my head this laurel-woven bow's
Its arch of glittering verdure wildly fings, Can fancy Number? can the luneful pow'r,
That rules my lyre, neglect her wonted itrings?
No ; 'it the blightning Eaft deform'd the plain,
gay bank no balmy sweets exhald, Still Mould the re-echo to my ttrain, And friendship prompt the theme, where beauty
For he, whose careless art this foliage drest,
Who bad these twining braids of woodbine bend, He first with truth and virtue taught my breast
Where belt to chuse, and best to fix a friend.
How well does mem'ry note the golden day,
What time reclin'd in Marg'ret's Audious glade, My mimic reed first tun'd the * Dorian Jay,
“ Unseen, unheard, beneath an hawthorn shade!”
'Twas there we met : the moses hail'd the hour;
The fame desires, the same ingenious arts
That join'd at once our studies and our hearts.
When emulative youth its relish lent,
Enough: if joy was his, be mine content.
To thirst for praise his temperate youth forbore ;
He fondly wish'd not for a poet's name, Much did he love the muse, but quiet more,
And, tho' he might command, he slighted fame.
Hither in manhood's prime he wisely Aed
From all that folly, all that pride approves ; To this soft scene a tender partner led ;
This laurel shade was witness to their loves.
“ Begone (he cry'd) ambition's air-drawn plan ;
“ Hence with perplexing pomp's unwieldy wealth : “ Let me not feem, but be the happy man,
“ Poffeft of love, of competence, and health." Smiling he fpake, nor did the fates withstand ;
In rural arts the peaceful moments Hew: Say, lovely lawn! that felt his forming hand,
How soon thy surface shone with verdure new :
Mufæus, the first Poem which the author pub. lished, written while he was a fcholar of St. College in Cambridge.