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ENCOMIUMS ON GRAY.
MR. GRAY, UPON HIS ODES.
DY DAVID GARRICK, ESQ.*
REPine not, Gray, that our weak dazzled eyes
Thy daring heights and brightness shun; How few can trace the eagle to the skies,
Or like him, gaze upon the sun!
Each gentle reader loves the gentle Muse,
That little dares, and little means;
Or Autters in the Magazines.
No longer now from Learning's sacred store
Our minds their health and vigour draw ; Homer and Pindar are rever'd no more,
No more the Stagyrite is law.
Though nurs’d by these, in vain thy Muse appears
To breathe her ardours in our souls ;
The lightning gleams, the thunder rolls:
Yet droop not Guay, nor quit thy heav'n-born art,
Again thy wondrous powers eveal ;
And rouse us to reflect and feel !
With ancient deeds our long-chillid bosoms fire,
Those deeds that mark Eliza's reign ! Make Britons Greeks again-then strike the lyre,
And Pindar shall not sing in vain.
ODE TO MR. GRAY,
ON THE BACKWARDNESS OF SPRING, IN THE YEAR 1742.
BY RICHARD WEST, ESQ.
Dear Guar, that always in my heart
Come, fairest Nymph, resume thy reign !
Awake, in all thy glories dress’d,
See! all her works demand thy aid ;
MR. GRAY'S MONUMENT,
IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY,
BT MR. MASON. No more the Grecian Muse unrivall'd reigns,
To Britain let the nations homage pay ! She boasts a Homer's fire in Milton's strains,
A Pindar's rapture in the lyre of Gaar.
ON THE SPRING.
Lo! where the rosy-bosum'd Hours,
Fair Venus' train, appear,
And wake the purple year!
The untaught harmony of Spring : While, whispering pleasure as they fly, Cool Zephyrs, through the clear blue sky
Their gather'd fragrance fling.
Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch
A broader browner shade,
O'er-canopies the glade, *
Shaksp. Mids. Night's Dream.