aa At Aix, his voluntary sword he drew,aa There first in blood his infant honour seal'd; From fortune, pleasure, science, love he flew, And scorn'd repose when Britain took the field. With eyes of flame, and cool undaunted breast, weeps. STANZAS TO MR. BENTLEY. IN silent gaze A FRAGMENT. the tuneful choir among, Half pleas'd, half blushing, let the Muse admire, While Bentley leads her Sister-Art along, See, in their course, each transitory thought The tardy rhymes that us'd to linger on, To censure cold, and negligent of fame, In swifter measures animated run, And catch a lustre from his genuine flame. Ah! could they catch his strength, his easy grace, His quick creation, his unerring line; aa In the expedition to Aix, he was on board the Magnanime, with Lord Howe; and was deputed to receive the capitulation. Mr. Bentley had made a set of designs for Mr. Gray's poems. The energy of Pope they might efface, As when conspiring in the diamond's blaze, Enough for me, if to some feeling breast SONG. THYRSIS, when he left me, swore Idle notes! untimely green! Prove not always Winter past. The words in italic were supplied by Mr. Mason. Written, at the request of Miss Speed, to an old air of Geminiani: the thought from the French. AMATORY LINES. WITH Beauty, with Pleasure surrounded, to languish To weep without knowing the cause of my anguish: To start from short slumbers, and wish for the morning; To close my dull eyes when I see it returning; Sighs sudden and frequent, looks ever dejected, Words that steal from my tongue, by no meaning connected! Ah, say, fellow-swains, how these symptoms befel me? They smile, but reply not-Sure DELIA CAN TELL ME! THUS Tophet look'd; so grinn'd the brawling fiend, Whilst frighted prelates bow'd, and call'd him friend. Our mother-church, with half-averted sight, Blush'd as she bless'd her grisly proselyte; Hosannas rung through Hell's tremendous borders, And Satan's self had thoughts of taking orders. This jeu d'esprit was found among the MSS. of Gray, and printed in a note in the second volume of Warton's edition of Pope. b Mr. Etough, of Cambridge University, the person satirized, was as remarkable for the eccentricities of his character as for his personal appearance. A Mr. M IMPROMPTU, SUGGESTED BY A VIEW, IN 1766, OF THE SEAT OLD, and abandon'd by each venal friend, On this congenial spot he fix'd his choice: Here sea-gulls scream, and cormorants rejoice Here reign the blustering North and blighting East, No tree is heard to whisper, bird to sing; Here mouldering fanes and battlements arise, "Ah!" said the sighing peer, "had B-te been Nor M-'s, R-'s, B-'s friendship vain, Tyson, of Benet College, made an etching of his head, and presented it to Mr. Gray, who embellished it with the above lines. Some information respecting Mr. Etough (who was rector of Therfield, Herts, and of Colmworth, Bedfordshire), may be found in the Gentleman's Magazine, vol. lvi. pp. 25, 281. Far better scenes than these had bless'd our view, THE CANDIDATE: OR, THE CAMBRIDGE COURTSHIP.a WHEN sly Jemmy Twitcher had smugg'd up face, his With a lick of court white-wash, and pious grimace, A wooing he went, where three sisters of old "Lord! sister," says PHYSIC to LAW, "I declare, Such a sheep-biting look, such a pick-pocket air! Not I for the Indies:-You know I'm no prudeBut his name is a shame, and his eyes are so lewd! Then he shambles and straddles so oddly-I fear No-at our time of life 'twould be silly, my dear." 66 "I don't know," says Law, "but methinks for his look 'Tis just like the picture in Rochester's book; This tart lampoon was written a short time previous to the election of a high steward of the University of Cambridge, for which office the noble lord alluded to made an active canvass. |