No fecret horrors gnaw this quiet breast, No ftealth of time has thinn'd my flowing hair, Ye gods, whoe'er in gloomy fhades below Oh, let me ftill enjoy the cheerful day; old. 20 But you, who now, with festive garlands crown'd, In chase of pleasure the gay moments spend, 30 By quick enjoyment heal love's pleafing wound, And grieve for nothing but your absent friend. VERSES TO MR. BROOKE, ON THE REFUSAL OF A LICENCE то HIS PLAY OF GUSTAVUS VASA. W BY PAUL WHITEHEAD, ESQ. 5 HILE Athens glory'd in her free-born race, And Science flourish'd round her fav'rite place, The Mufe unfetter'd trod the Grecian stage; Free were her pinions, unrestrain'd her rage : Bold and fecure she aim'd the pointed dart, And pour'd the precept poignant to the heart, Till dire Dominion ftretch'd her lawless sway, And Athens' fons were deftin'd to obey: Then first the Stage a Licens'd Bondage knew, And Tyrants quafh'd the scene they fear'd to view: 10 Fair Freedom's voice no more was heard to charm, Or Liberty the Attic audience warm. Then fled the Mufe, indignant, from the shore, Nor deign'd to dwell where Freedom was no more : Vain then, alas! fhe fought Britannia's isle, 15 Charm'd with her voice, and cheer'd us with her If Gallic laws her gen'rous flight reftrain, [fmile. And bind her captive with th' ignoble chain; Born 1710; dyed 1774. Bold and unlicens'd, in ELIZA's days, Then beam'd them glorious in her SHAKE- SHAKESPEARE's no more!-loft was the Poet's name, 25 Till Thou, my friend, my genius, fprung to Fame; Pleas'd, in thy lays we fee GUSTAVUS live; But, O GUSTAVUS! if thou can'ft, forgive. Britons, more favage than the tyrant Dane, Beneath whose yoke you drew the galling chain, Degen'rate Britons, by thy worth difmay'd, Prophane thy glories, and profcribe thy shade. 30 35 ELE GY. BY WILLIAM SHENSTONE, ESQ. HE ARRIVES AT HIS RETIREMENT IN THE FOR rural virtues, and for native skies, Now hear the fountains bubbling round my cell. O may that Genius, which fecures my reft, 5 Far from these paths, ye faithless friends, depart! Fly my plain board, abhor my hoftile name! 10 Hence! the faint verfe that flows not from the heart, But mourns, in labour'd strains, the price of fame! O lov'd fimplicity! be thine the prize! Affiduous art correct her page in vain! 15 His be the palm who, guiltless of disguise, Contemns the pow'r, the dull refource to feign! Born 1714; dyed 1763. Still may the mourner, lavish of his tears Soft as the line of love-fick Hammond flows, 'Twas his fond heart effus'd the melting theme; Ah! never could Aonia's hill difclofe So fair a fountain, or fo lov'd a ftream. Ye lovelefs bards! intent with artful pains plains Survey Camilla's charms, and grow fincere. 25 But thou, my friend! while in thy youthful foul Love's gentle tyrant feats his aweful throne, 30 While from thy bofom-let not art controul The ready pen, that makes his edicts known. Pleafing, when youth is long expir'd, to trace Soft whilft we fleep beneath the rural bow'rs, The loves and graces steal unseen away ; And where the turf diffus'd its pomp of flow'rs, We wake to wintry fcenes of chill decay! 40 |