The following Parodies and burlefque Ode,

written in IMITATION of three of

Mr. Gray's juftly-admired pieces, it is hoped will prove an agreeable Entertainment to the Reader.

* Mr. Lacy, formerly one of the managers of Drury-lane theatre, is said to have first planned Ranelagh.

And ye, who from the fields which lie
Round Chelfea, with amazement's eye,

The gardens and the dome furvey,

Whofe walks, whofe trees, whofe lights among,

Wander the courtly train along

Their thought-dispelling way.

Ah, fplendid room! ah, pleafing fhade!

Ah, walks belov'd in vain

Where oft in happier times I ftray'd,

A ftranger then to pain:

I feel the gales, which from you blow
A momentary blifs bestow,

As waving fresh their gladsome wing,
They feem to footh my famifh'd soul,

And, redolent of tea and roll,

To breathe a fecond spring.

Rotonda,

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Rotonda, fay, for thou haft feen

Full many a sprightly race,

In thy bright round with ftep ferene,
The paths of pleasure trace;

Who chiefly now delight to lave
Green hyfon, in the boiling wave,

The fable coffee, which diftil ?

What longing progeny are found,

Who ftroll inceffant round and round,

Like horses in a mill?

While fome on earnest business dream;

And, gravely stupid, try

To fearch each complicated fcheme

Of public policy :

Some ladies leave the spacious dome

Around the garden's maze to roam, [H 3]

And

And unknown regions dare defcry:

Still as they walk they look behind,

Left fame a fecret foe should find

From fome malicious eye.

Loud mirth is theirs, and pleasing praise.
To beauty's fhrine addrefs'd;

The fprightly fongs, the melting lays,
Which charm the foften'd breast;

Theirs lively wit, invention free,

The fharp bon mot, keen repartee,

And ev'ry art coquets employ ;

The thoughtless day, the jocund night,

The fpirits brifk, the forrows light,

That fly th' approach of joy.

Alas!