ON MRS. MONTAGUE'S FEATHER-HANGINGS. THE Birds put off their iv'ry hue To dress a room for Montague. The Peacock sends his heav'nly dyes, His rainbows and his starry eyes; The Pheasant, plumes, which round infold His mantling neck with downy gold; The Cock his arch'd tail's azure show; And, river-blanch'd, the Swan, his snow. All tribes beside of Indian name, That glossy shine or vivid flame, Where rises, and where sets the day, Proud to advance it all they can. This plumage neither dashing show'r, Nor blasts that shake the dripping bow'r, Shall drench again or discompose, But, screen'd from ev'ry storm that blows, It boasts a splendour ever new,! Safe with protecting Montague." but t To the same patroness resort, ...T Secure of favour at her court, 1 euonne sli Strong Genius, from whose forge of thought Forms rise, to quick perfection wrought, Which, though new-born, with vigour move, Like Pallas springing arm'd from Jove-l Imagination scatt'ring roundt zote tot) Wild roses over furrow'd ground, br Which Labour of his frown beguile, And teach Philosophy a smile Wit flashing on Religion's side, em bar Whose fires to sacred Truth applied, The gem, though luminous before, fi Obtrude on human notice more, Like sun-beams on the golden height. Luk Of some tall temple playing bright-q qoố Well-tutor❜d Learning, from his books, Their order on his shelves exact Not more harmonious or compact Than that to which he keeps confin'd All these to Montague's repair,mod grende Ambitious of a shelter there.tagl There Genius, Learning, Fancy, Wit, Their ruffled plumage calm refit, enflært mind (For stormy troubles loudest roared Around their flight who highest soar) i And in her eye, and by her aid, Shine safe without a fear to fade. 1 1 She thus maintains divided sway... With yon bright regent of the day; f The plume and poet both we know Their lustre to his influence owe, And she the works of Phoebus aiding, Both poet saves and plume from fading. SONNET ADDRESSED TO HENRY COWPER, ESQ. On his emphatical and interesting delivery of the Defence of WARREN HASTINGS, Esq. in the House of Lords. CowPER, whose silver voice, task'd sometimes hard, Legends prolix delivers in the ears (Attentive when thou read'st) of England's Peers, Let verse at length yield thee thy just reward. Thou wast not heard with drowsy disregard, Expending late on all that length of plea Thy gen'rous pow'rs, but silence honour'd thee Mute as e'er gaz'd on Orator or Bard. Thou art not voice alone, but hast beside Both heart and head; and couldst with music sweet Of attic phrase and senatorial tone, Like thy renown'd Forefathers, far and wide Thy fame diffuse, prais'd not for utt'rance meet Of others' speech, but magic of thy own. THE MORNING DREAM. "Twas in the glad season of spring, I dream'd that on ocean afloat, Far hence to the westward I sail'd, While the billows high-lifted the boat, And the fresh-blowing breeze never fail❜d. In the steerage a woman I saw, Such at least was the form that she wore, Whose beauty impress'd me with awe, Ne'er taught me by woman before. She sat, and a shield at her side Shed light like a sun on the waves, And smiling divinely, she cry'd -I go to make Freemen of Slaves. |