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MR. GRAY, UPON HIS ODES.
BY DAVID GARRICK, ESQ. 
REPINE not, Gray, that our weak dazzled eyes
Thy daring heights and brightness shun; How few can trace the eagle to the skies,
Or, like him, gaze upon the sun!
Each gentle reader loves the gentle Muse,
That little dares, and little means ;
Or flutters in the Magazines.
No longer now from Learning's sacred store
Our minds their health and vigour draw; Homer and Pindar are rever'd no more,
No more the Stagyrite is law.
 From the original MS. in the possession of ISAAC REED, Esq.
Tho' nurst by these, in vain thy Muse appears
To breathe her ardours in our souls;
The lightning gleams, the thunder rolls :
Yet droop not, Gray, nor quit thy heaven-born art,
Again thy wond'rous powers reveal ; Wake slumb'ring Virtue in the Briton's heart,
And rouse us to reflect and feel!
With ancient deeds our long-chilld bosoms fire,
Those deeds that mark Eliza's reign! Make Britons Greeks again, then strike the lyre,
And Pindar shall not sing in vain.
ODE TO MR. GRAY,
THE BACKWARDNESS OF SPRING.
BY THE LATE MR. RICHARD WEST.
DEAR Gray, that always in my heart
Come, fairest Nymph, resume thy reign!
Awake, in all thy glories drest,
See! all her works demand thy aid ;
Come then, with Pleasure at thy side,
THE DEATH OF MR. GRAY.
Me quoque Musarum studium sub nocte silenti
ENOUGH of fabling, and th’unhallow'd haunts