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And now farewell-time unrevoked has run
MRS THROCKMORTON, ON HER BEAUTIFUL TRANSCRIPT OF HORACE'S ODE
AD LIBRUM SUUM. [Two odes of Horace were discovered in one of the Roman libraries during the winter of 1788. Copies of them appear to have been sent to Weston House, which were transcribed by Lady Throckmorton into Cowper's Horace ; upon the remaining blank leaf, in his own handwriting, with the date February 1790, are these verses, so happy in graceful compliment.]
MARIA, could Horace have guess'd
What honour awaited his ode
The honour which you have bestow'd;
So elegant, even, and neat,
Which he seems to have trembled to meet.
And sneer, if you please, he had said,
A nymph shall hereafter arise,
The glory your malice denies ;
Although but a mere bagatelle ;
Nothing ever was written so well.
FOR A STONE ERECTED AT THE SOWING OF A GROVE OF OAKS
AT CHILLINGTON, THE SEAT OF T. GIFFARD, ESQ. 1790.
OTHER stones the era tell,
Which shall longest brave the sky,
Cherish honour, virtue, truth,
FOR A STONE ERECTED ON A SIMILAR OCCASION AT THE SAME
PLACE IN THE FOLLOWING YEAR, 1790.
READER! behold a monument
That asks no sigh or tear,
ON THE LATE INDECENT LIBERTIES TAKEN WITH THE REMAINS
OF THE GREAT MILTON, - ANNO 1790.
“ Me too, perchance, in future days,
The sculptured stone shall shew, With Paphian myrtle or with bays · Parnassian on my brow.
6 But I, or ere that season come,
Escaped from every care,
And sleep securely there.” *
So sang, in Roman tone and style,
The youthful bard, ere long
With her sublimest song.
Who then but must conceive disdain,
Hearing the deed unblest
His dread sepulchral rest ?
Ill fare the hands that heaved the stones
Where Milton's ashes lay,
And steal his dust away!
O ill-requited bard ! neglect
Thy living worth repaid,
As much affronts thee dead.
* Forsitan et nostros ducat de marmore vultus Nectens aut Paphia myrti aut Pernasside lauri Fronde comas.-- At ego secura pace quiescam.'
MILTON in Manso.
TO MRS KING,
ON HER KIND PRESENT TO THE AUTHOR, A PATCH-WORK
COUNTERPANE OF HER OWN MAKING,
August 14, 1790. The lady here mentioned was the wife of the Rev. Dr King, rector of Kimbolten, a woman of great piety and goodness of heart, with whom Cowper long corresponded by letter, though they never met.]
The Bard, if e'er he feel at all,
Both on his heart and head,
Who deigns to deck his bed.
A bed like this, in ancient time,
(As Homer's Epic shows)
For Jove and Juno rose.
Less beautiful, however gay,
Receives the weary swain
Till roused to toil again.
What labours of the loom I see !
Should every maiden come
The bell would toll for some.
And oh, what havock would ensue !
As if a storm should strip the bowers
Each pocketing a shred.
Thanks, then, to every gentle fair
As bird of borrow'd feather,
Who put the whole together.
OF THE LATE
[NOVEMBER, 1790.] [The gentleman so often mentioned in the Letters as the undeclared benefactor to the poor of Olney.]
Poets attempt the noblest task they can,
Thee, therefore, of commercial fame, but more
What pleasure can the miser's fondled hoard,