'Yet stay, fair Lady! Rest a while Beneath this cloister wall! See, through the hawthorn blows the cold wind; And drizzly rain doth fall!' 'O, stay me not, thou holy Friar! ་ O, stay me not, I pray! No drizzly rain that falls on me, 'Yet stay, fair Lady! turn again, 'Here, forced by grief and hopeless love, 'But haply, for my Year of Grace Might I still hope to win thy love, No longer would I stay!' 'Now farewell, Grief! and welcome, Joy, Once more unto my heart! For, since I have found thee, lovely Youth! NATURE AND GARRICK. AS NATURE and GARRICK were talking one day, Says GARRICK, 'I honour you, Madam! 'tis true! And with pride to your laws I submit! But SHAKESPEARE paints stronger and better than you, All critics of taste will admit!' 'How! SHAKESPEARE paint stronger and better than Cries NATURE, quite touched to the soul, [me!' 'Not a word in his volumes I ever could see, But what from my records he stole ! 'And thou, wicked thief! Nay! the story I'll tell! Whenever I paint, or I draw, My pencils you filch, and my colours you steal! 'And when, on the Stage, in full lustre you shine; To me all the praise shall be given! The toil shall be yours; and the honour be mine!' So NATURE and GARRICK are even! TO MR. GARRICK. FROM MOUNT EDGECUMbe. LEAVE, GARRICK! the rich landscape proudly gay! Docks, Forts, and Navies bright'ning all the Bay! To my plain roof repair! primeval Seat! Yet there, no wonders your quick eye can meet, Herds, flocks, and smiling CERES deck our plain ; 1 UPON THE EARL OF CHATHAM'S VERSES TO MR. GARRICK. WHEN PELEUS' son, untaught to yield, Wrathful, forsook the hostile Field; His breast still warm with heavenly fire, He tuned the Lay and swept the Lyre. So CHATHAM (whose exalted soul Pervaded and inspired the whole, Where far, by martial glory led, Britain, her sails and banners spread) Retires, though wisdom's God dissuades; And seeks repose in rural shades. Yet thither comes the God confest, Celestial Form, a well-known guest! Nor slow he moves with solemn Air, Nor on his brow hangs pensive care; Nor in his hand th' historic page Gives lessons to experienced age, As when, in vengeful ire, he rose And planned the fate of Britain's foes; While the winged Hours obedient stand, And instant speed the dread command. Cheerful he came, all blithe and gay, Fair blooming like the Son of May! Adown his radiant shoulder hung A Harp, by all the Muses strung; Smiling, he to his friend resigned This soother of the human mind! YE fair married Dames! who so often deplore Use the man that you wed, like your fav'rite guitar! The linnet and sparrow will feed from your hand, Be gay and good-humoured, complying and kind! Turn the chief of your care from your face to your mind! 'Tis there, that the Wife may her conquest improve; And HYMEN will rivet the fetters of Love! ONCE more, I tune the vocal shell! |