THE

Beattie 3

Moore 109

ditto 135 Tickell 145 Mallet 149

ditto 153

HE Minstrel or Progrefs of Genius Owen of Carron

Langhorne 39 Hermit of Warkworth

Bijhop Percy 63 Sir Eldred of the Bower Bleeding Rock Lucy and Colin William and Margaret Edwin and Emma Hermit

Goldsmith 159 Traveller Deserted Village Haunch of Venison Retaliation Supplement to Retaliation

Cumberland 207 Jupiter and Mercury

Garrick 211 Jeu d'Esprit

Dean of Derry 213

ditto 165

ditto 179 ditto 193 ditto 199

CON T E N T s.

Fox 223

Dorinda

Fitzpatrick 217

Verses sent to a young Lady with the new edition

of Shakespeare

Carlisle 221

Verses on Mrs. Crewe

Rhapsody on Taste

Carlisle 225

Elegy written in the Garden of a Friend Mason 227

Elegy written in a Country Church Yard Gray 231

Elegy on Captain Cook

Seward 237

Death of Alico

Edwards 249

Monody to the Memory of Lady Lyttleton

Lyttleton 251

Verses making Part of an Epitaph on the same

Lady

ditto 251

Monody on Major Andre

Seward 263
Ode to John Howard, Esq;

Hayley 381

H! who can tell how hard it is to climb

The steep where Fame's proud temple fainesafar !
Ah! who can tell how many a soul sublime
I!ts felt the influence of malignant ftar,
wag

d with Fortune an eternal war!
Check’d by the scoff of Pride, by Envy's frown,
And Poverty's unconquerable bar,
In life's low vale renote has pined alone,
Then dropt into the grave, uapitied and unknown!

And

There

II.
And

yet, the languor of inglorious days,
Not equally oppreflive is to all.
Him who ne'er liften 'd to the voice of praise,
The filence of negle&t can ne'er appal.

are, who, deaf to mad Ambition's call, Wou'd fhrinkto hear th'obilrepcrons trump of Fame; Supremely blest if to their portion Call

Health, competence, and peace. Nor higher aim Ida! He, whose fimple tale these artless lines proclaim.

B

III. This fapient age disclaims all classic lore ; Elfe I hould here in cunning phrase display, How forth The MINSTREL fared in days of yore, Right glad of heart, though homely in array ; His waving locks and beard all hoary grey : And, from his bending thoulder, decent hung His harp, the fole companion of his way,

Which to the whirling wind responsive rung: And ever as he went fone merry lay lie lung.

IV.
Fret not yourselves, ye filken fons of pride,
That a poor wanderer should inspire my traine
The muses fortune's fickle finile deride,
Nor ever bow the knee in Mammon's fave ;
For their delights are with the village train,
Whom nature s laws engage, and nature's char o
They hate the fenfuial, and scorn the vain ;.

The parasite their influence never warms,
Nor him whose fordid foul the love of wealth alarms.

Though richest hues the peacock's plumes adorn,
Yet horror screams from his discordant throat.
Rife, fo's of Harmony, and hail the mor!,
While warbling larks on rulet pinions float;
Or seek at noon the woodland fee!e remote,
Where the

grey

linnets carol from the hill, o let them uc'ir with artificial note,

To please a tyrant, train the lit:le bill, But fing what licaven inspires, and wander where they

will.

VI.
Liberal, not lavilh, is kind nature's hind;
Nor was perfccion made for man below.
Yet all her schemes with nicest art are plann'd,
Good counteracting ill, and gladness wo.
#with gold and gems if Chilian mountains glow,

If bleak and barren Scotia's hills arise ; "There plague and poison, lust and rapine grow;

Here peaceful are ihe vales, and pure the skies, And freedom fires the foul, and sparkles in the eyes.

VII. Then grieve not, thou to whom the indulgent Mufe Vouchsafes a portion of celellial fire ; Nor blame the partial Fates, if they refuse Th’imperial banquet, and the rich attire. Know thine own worth and reverence the lyre. Wilt thou debale the heart which God reliu'd ; No; let the heaven-taught foul, to heaven aspire

Tu fancy, freedom, harmony, relign'd;
Ambition's groveling crew for ever left behind.

VIII.
Canst thou forego the pure etherial fuul
In each fine lenie so exquisitely keen,
On the dull couch of Luxury to lull,
Stung with disease, and ttupified with spleen;
Fain to implore the aid of Flattery's screen,
Even from thyself tlıy loathsome heart to hide,
(The mansion then no more of joy serene)

Where fear, diftruft, malevolence, abide,
And impotent desire, and disappointed pride?

IX. O how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her vot'ry yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields ; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all thai echoes to the song of.even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom fhields,

And all the dread magnificence of heaven, O how can it thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven !

X. These charms Mall work thy soul's eternal health, And love, and gentleness, and joy impart.