STANZAS On a Woodbine or Honeysuckle, which instinctively clasped its Tendrils round an Urn to the Memory of Shenstone. BY THE LATE REV. R. GRAVES. AMIDST these laurels ever green, This limpid stream, that murmuring falls The woodbine here its sweetest flowers These roses, though they rarely view The sun's all-cheering ray, Yet, to the bard so justly due, Yon jessamine, tho' so remote, Its blossoms sweet as fair, Each fragrant shrub to poets dear, Round Shenstone's urn assembled here Yet sweeter far his verse was deemed, While he himself, by all esteemed, Tho' ere life's noon his glass was run, My life's prolonged full many a year But, as I've cherished in my breast I may, 'tis hoped, among the blest An humble mansion find. EPIGRAM On the Cloudiness of the Night, which prevented a View of the Conjunction of Saturn and the Moon. WHEN prudish Cynthia, whom no youth could move, And hid the unchaste amour from mortal view. ODE, On the Death of George the Second, and Accession of his present Majesty. Í. 1. SEE, like the sun, where Albion's isle "Tis He-the Muse's boundless eye I. 2. Hail loveliest of the etherial throng VOL. VIII. Celestial minister! when you O'er the blest Isle your piuions spread, In vain her thorns tumultuous Discord threw While thro' the void each gale that floats That o'er Europa's conscious realms proclaim The glories of his age, and Britain's genuine Fame. I 3. Hark! hark! the feather-cinctur'd Muse, that roves Calls to the sable nymph that dwells To chaunt the blessings they have found II. 1. Why fades the scene! why foams the tide ! Red with the recent prey Low, low, the exulting tyrant cries, II. 2. But, King of terrors! where's thy train, "Nor had one terror left. "Arrayed in all my dreadful pride "I've sought him in the desperate war; "The hero there my present power defied, "Nor shunned the scythes that armed my thundering "Opposing virtues still debar "My just pursuit-They bade him meet "Without one sigh my javelin fleet; "They seized with rapid hands the shafts of Fate [car. "And with it oped the folds of Heaven's eternal gate.” II. 3. And opened too (replied the angelic guest, Dispersing with his radiance clear The dreary shades, and that pale sprite Immerging in immortal night; And wiping off the lucid tear, That, in all-cheering Hope's despite Streamed o'er Britannia's heaving breast) |