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And urging their various opinions, intended
Say, father Thames, whose gentle pace To make me wed systems, which they recom- Gives leave to view what beauties grace mended.
Your Aow'ry banks, if you have seen Said a lech'rous old friar skulking near Lincoln's- The much-sung Grotto of the queen. inn,
Contemplative, forget awhile
And Wolsey's pridet (his greatest guilt)
Browbeats your food, look 'cross the way, Hear a church that can't err, if you hope for sal. And view, from highest swell of tide, vation."
The milder scenes of Surrey side.
Nor abbeys, great in ruin, rise,
The Graces' and the Muses' love.
Said a jolly church parson, (devoted to ease, How would he hail his new-born year!)
Whose sides such licens'd idols crown That our's is the true church, the sense of our As Superstition would pull down: tribe is,
The only pilgrimage I know, And surely in medio tutissimus ibis.”
That men of sense would choose to go: Said a yea and nay Friend, with a stiff hat and
Which sweet abode, her wisest choice, band,
Urania cheers with heavenly voice, (Who while he talk'd gravely would hold forth his While all the Virtues gather round, hand,)
To see her consecrate the ground. “ Dominion and wealth are the aim of all three, If thou, the god with winged feet, Though about ways and means they may all dis- In council talk of this retreat, agree ;
And jealous gods resentment show
Their house our heroes should admit;
With Earth's first commoners recruit.
Needless it is in terms unskill'd
To praise whatever Boyle 5 shall build ;
Of men, monopolists of fame;
For virtue as for learning known;
The thinking sculpture helps to raise
Deep thoughts, the genii of the place:
| Hampton Court, begun by Cardinal Wolsey, and im. Finding this chalkstone in my nest,
proved by King William III. 1 strain, and lay among the rest.
1 Queen Anne, consort to King Richard II. and Queen
Elizabeth, both died at Richinond.
| Sion-House is now a seat belonging to the Duke of
$ Richard Boyle, Earl of Burlington, a nobleman remark. able for his fine taste in architecture. + Never were protection and great wealth more generously and judiciously
diffused than by this great person, who had every quality * A building in Richmond Gardens, erected by Queen of a genius and artist, except envy." He died December Caroline, and committed to the custody of Stephen Duck.
4, 1753. At the time this poem was written, many other verses ap- | The author should have said five; there being the peared on the same subject.
busts of Newton, Locke, Wollaston, Clarke, and Boyle
To the mind's ear, and inward sight,
Let not profane this sacred place,
O Delia! when I touch this string,
Nor watch the wainscot's hollow blow;
Far from my theme, from method far,
No daub of elegiac strain These holy wars shall ever stain ; As spiders Irish wainscot flee, Falsehood with them shall disagree; This floor let not the vulgar tread, Who worship only what they dread : Nor bigots who but one way see Through blinkers of authority. Nor they who its four saints defame By making virtue but a name; Nor abstract wit, (painful regale To hunt the pig with slippery tail !) Artists, who richly chase their thought, Gaudy without, but hollow wrought, And beat too thin, and tool'd 100 much To bear the proof and standard touch Nor fops to guard this sylvan ark, With necklace bells in treble bark : Nor cynies growl and fiercely paw, The mastiffs of the moral law. Come, nymph, with rural honors drest, Virtue's exterior form confest, With charms untarnish'd, innocence Display, and Eden shall commence; When thus you come in sober fit, And wisdom is preferr'd to wit; And looks diviner graces tell, Which don't with giggling muscles dwell, And Beauty like the ray-clipt Sun, With bolder eye we look upon ; Learning shall with obsequious mien Tell all the wonders she has seen;
THE SPARROW AND DIAMOND.
I LATELY saw, what now I sing,
Fair Lucia's hand display'd ; This finger grac'd a diamond ring,
On that a sparrow play'd.
The feather'd plaything she caress'd,
She strok'd its head and wings; And while it nestled on her breast,
She lisp'd the dearest things.
With chisel'd bill a spark ill-set
He loosen'd from the rest, And swallow'd down to grind his meat,
The easier to digest.
She seiz'd his bill with wild affright,
Her diamond to descry: "Twas gone! she sicken'd at the sight,
Moaning her bird would die.
The tongue-tied knocker none might use,
The curtains none undraw, The footmen went without their shoes,
The street was laid with straw.
Reason her logic armor quit,
O kindly view our letter'd strife,
What virtue is we judge by you;
Father! forgive, thus far I stray, Drawn by attraction from my way. Mark next with awe the foundress well Who on these banks delights to dwell; You on the terrace see her plain, Move like Diana with her train. If you then fairly speak your mind, In wedlock since with Isis join'd, You'll own, you never yet did see, At least in such a high degree, Greatness delighted to undress; Science a sceptred hand caress; A queen the friends of freedom prize; A woman wise men canonize.
The doctor us'd his oily art
Of strong emetic kind, Th’ apothecary play'd his part,
And engineer'd behind.
When physic ceas'd to spend its store,
To bring away the stone, Dicky, like people given o'er,
Picks up, when let alone.
His eyes dispell’d their sickly dews,
He peck'd behind his wing; Lucia, recovering at the news,
Relapses for the ring.
Meanwhile within her beauteous breast
Two different passions strove ; When av'rice ended the contest,
And triumph'd over love.
Poor little, pretty, fluttering thing,
Thy pains the sex display, Who, only to repair a ring,
Could take thy life away.
Drive av'rice from your breasts, ye fair
Monster of foulest mien :
Could but its form be seen.
It made a virgin put on guile,
Truth's image break her word, A Lucia's face forbear to smile,
A Venus kill her bird.
Thomas TICKELL, a poet of considerable ele- Gentleman at Avignon." Both these are selected gance, born at Bridekirk, near Carlisle, in 1686, for the purpose of the present volume. He was was the son of a clergyman in the county of Cum- about this time taken to Ireland, by Addison, who berland. He was entered of Queen's College, Ox- went over as secretary to Lord Sunderland. When ford, in 1701, and having taken the degree of M. A. Pope published the first volume of his translation of in 1708, was elected fellow of his college, first ob- the Iliad, Tickell gave a translation of the first taining from the crown a dispensation from the book of that poem, which was patronized by Addistatute requiring him to be in orders. He then son, and occasioned a breach between those emi. came to the metropolis, where he made himself nent men. Tickell's composition, however, will known to several persons distinguished in letters. bear no poetical comparison with that of Pope, and When the negotiations were carrying on which accordingly he did not proceed with the task. On brought on the peace of Utrecht, he published a the death of Addison, he was intrusted with the poem entitled “The Prospect of Peace,” which ran charge of publishing his works, a distinction which through six editions. Addison, with whom he had he repaid by prefixing a life of that celebrated ingratiated himself by an elegant poem on his opera man, with an elegy on his death, of which Dr. Johnof Rosamond, speaks highly of "The Prospect of son says, “ That a more sublime or elegant funeral Peace,” in a paper of the Spectator, in which he poem is not to be found in the whole compass of expresses himself as particularly pleased to find English literature." Another piece, which might be that the author had not amused himself with fables justly placed at the head of sober lyrics, is his out of the Pagan theology. This commendation Ode to the Earl of Sunderland," on his installa. Tickell amply repaid by his lines on Addison's tion as a knight of the Garter; which, keeping Cato, which are superior to all others on that sub- within the limits of truth, consigns a favorite name ject, with the exception of Pope's Prologue. to its real honors.
Tickell, being attached to the succession of the Tickell is represented as a man of pleasing manHouse of Hanover, presented George I. with a poem ners, fond of society, very agreeable in conversaentitled “The Royal Progress;" and more effec- tion, and upright and honorable in his conduct. He tually served the cause by two pieces, one called was married, and left a family. His death took “ An Imitation of the Prophecy of Nereus ;” the place at Bath, in 1740, in the 54th year of his age. other, “ An Epistle from a Lady in England, to al
To-morrow, in the church to wed,
Oh, gone for ever; take this long adieu ;
And sleep in peace, next thy lov'd Montague. But know, fond maid ; and know, false man, To strew fresh laurels, let the task be mine, That Lucy will be there!
A frequent pilgrim, at thy sacred shrine ;
Mine with true sighs thy absence to bemoan, “ Then bear my corse, my comrades, boar, And grave with faithful epitaphs thy stone. This bridegroom blithe to meet,
If e'er from me thy lov'd memorial part,
May shame afflict this alienated heart;
of thee forgetful if I form a song,
My grief be doubled from thy image free,
And mirth a torment, unchastis'd by thee.
Oft let me range the gloomy aisles alone,
Sad luxury! to vulgar minds unknown, Then what were perjur'd Colin's thoughts ? Along the walls where speaking marbles show How were these nuptials kept ?
What worthies form the hallow'd mould below; The bridesmen nock'd round Lucy dead, Proud names, who once the reins of empire held; And all the village wept.
In arms who triumph'd ; or in arts excell'd ; Confusion, shame, remorse, despair,
Chiefs, grac'd with scars, and prodigal of blood; At once his bosom swell:
Stern patriots, who for sacred freedom stood ; The damps of death bedew'd his brow, Just men, by whom impartial laws were given; He shook, he groan'd, he fell.
And saints who taught, and led, the way to heaven
Ne'er to these chambers, where the mighty rest, From the vain bride, ah, bride no more! Since their foundation, came a nobler guest; The varying crimson fled,
Nor e'er was to the bowers of bliss convey'd
In what new region, to the just assign’d,
What new employments please th' unbodied mind? Convey'd by trembling swains,
A winged Virtue, through th' ethereal sky, One mould with her, beneath one sod, From world to world unwearied does he fly? For ever he remains.
Or curious trace the long laborious maze
Of Heaven's decrees, where wondering angels gaze? Oft at this grave, the constant hind
Does he delight to hear bold seraphs tell
How Michael battled, and the dragon sell;
In hymns of love, not ill essay'd below? But, swain forsworn, whoe'er thou art, Or dost thou warn poor mortals left behind, This hallow'd spot forbear;
A task well suited to thy gentle mind ?
Oh! if sometimes thy spotless form descend :
To me thy aid, thou guardian genius, lend !
And turn from ill, a frail and feeble heart;
Lead through the paths thy virtue trod before, EARL OF WARWICK,
Till bliss shall join, nor death can part us more.
That awful form, which, so the Heavens decree
Must still be lov'd and still deplor'd by me;
Or, rous'd by Fancy, meets my waking eyes
Th' unblemish'd statesman seems to strike my sight, What mourner ever felt poetic fires !
If in the stage I seek to sooth my care,
If pensive to the rural shades I rove,
"Twas there of just and good he reason'd strong, My soul's best part for ever to the grave!
Clear'd some great truth, or rais'd some serious song: How silent did his old companions tres
There patient show'd us the wise rse to steer, By midnight lamps, the mansions of the dead, A candid censor, and a friend severe; Through breathing statues, then unheeded things, There taught us how to live; and (oh! too high Through rows of warriors, and through walks of The price for knowledge) taught us how to die. kings!
Thou Hill, whose brow the antique structures What awe did the slow solemn knell inspire ;
grace, The pealing organ, and the pausing choir; Rear'd by bold chiefs of Warwick's noble race, The duties by the lawn-rob'd prelate paid ; Why, once so lov'd, whene'er thy bower appears, And the last words that dust to dust convey'd ! O'er my dim eyeballs glance the sudden tears ! While speechless o'er thy closing grave we bend, How sweet were once thy prospects fresh and fair Accept these tears, thou dear departed friend. Thy sloping walks, and unpolluted air!