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Who cannot flatter, bribe, betray;
l'ar from the vermin of the town,
Come, jovial pipe, and bring along
Britons, if undone, can go
ODE TO ADVERSITY.
DAUGHTER of Jove, relentless pow'r,
Thou tamer of the human breast,
The bad affright, afflict the best!
And purple tyrants vainly groan
When first thy Sire, to send on earth
Virtue, his darling child, design’d, - To thee he gave the heavenly birth,
And bade to form her infant mind. Stern rugged nurse! thy rigid lore With patience many a year she bore;
What sorrow was, thou bail'st her know, And from her own she learnt to melt at others woe. Scar'd at thy frown terrific, fly
Self-pleasing Folly's idle brood,
And leave us leisure to be good.
By vain prosperity receiv’d, To her they vow their truth, and are again believ'd.
Wisdom in sable garb array'd,
Immers'd in rapt'rous thought profound, And Melancholy, silent maid,
With leaden eye that loves the ground,
With Justice, to herself severe,
Oh, gently on thy suppliant's head,
Dread Goddess, lay thy chastning hand! Not in thy Gorgon terrors clad,
Nor circled with the vengeful band,
(As by the impious thou art seen) With thund'ring voice, and threat'ning mien,
With screaming Horror's fun'ral cry, Despair, and fell Disease, and ghastly Poverty.
Thy form benign, O Goddess, wear,
Thy milder influence impart;
To soften, not to wound, my heart."
Exact my own defects to scan;
TO HER GRACE
THE DUCHESS OF ROXBURGH.
BY PETER PINDAR.
DEAR Lady DUCHESS, when d'ye go
That is to say, the Painting ExHIBITION? Where pictures, join’d with pictures, blazeBlues, scarlets, yellows, rival rays,
Somewhat like Pitt's and Fox's Coalition.
Few sparks of Genius shine, I'm told
Tame attitudes; and very lifeless faces:-
Displaying all the life of NATURE's graces.