Nor under guidance of the polar fire, Beat back the surge, and where Hibernia shoots And I not more, that I should feed on thee. Peace, therefore, and good health, and much good fish, To him who sent thee! and success, as oft As it descends into the billowy gulf, To the same drag that caught thee !-Fare thee well! Thy lot thy brethren of the slimy fin Would envy, could they know that thou wast doomed To feel a bard, and to be praised in verse. THE POPLAR FIELD THE poplars are felled; farewell to the shade Twelve years have elapsed since I first took a view And the tree is my seat that once lent me a shade! The blackbird has fled to another retreat My fugitive years are all hasting away, With a turf on my breast and a stone at my head, 'Tis a sight to engage me, if anything can, IDEM LATINE REDDITUM POPULEÆ cecidit gratissima copia silvæ, Hei mihi! bis senos dum luctu torqueor annos, Ah ubi nunc merulæ cantus ? Felicior illum Sed qui succisas doleo succidar et ipse, Tam subito periisse videns tam digna manere, WRITTEN ON A PAGE OF "THE MONTHLY REVIEW' WHICH HAD SPOKEN OF MR. NEWTON'S OPINIONS AS CANT THESE critics, who to faith no quarter grant, To make a just acknowledgment of praise And thanks to God for governing our ways, Approve Confucius more, and Zoroaster, Than Christ's own servant, or that servant's Master. EPITAPH ON DR. JOHNSON HERE Johnson lies, a sage by all allowed, Whom to have bred may well make England proud; Whose verse may claim, grave, masculine, and strong, Superior praise to the mere poet's song; Who many a noble gift from Heaven possessed, And faith at last, alone worth all the rest. O man, immortal by a double prize, By fame on earth, by glory in the skies! ON THE AUTHOR OF "LETTERS ON LITERATURE " THE genius of the Augustan age His head among Rome's ruins reared, When literary Heron appeared, "Thou hast," he cried, "like him of old Attained the mark of thy desire; "And for traducing Virgil's name That rots, and stinks and is abhorred." To MISS CREUZÉ, ON HER BIRTHDAY How many between east and west Not so when Stella's natal morn We can rejoice that she was born, GRATITUDE ADDRESSED TO LADY HESKETH THIS cap, that so stately appears, |