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fe qua tellus paupert ricluditur 
Regumque fuzris FicRACE. 
Earth impartial entertains 
Efer various fons, and in Ler breaft 
Princes and beggars equal ref, FRANCIS. 
N? more F wander the mufe-haunted grove, 
Where deeds of glory {well the epic Pat 
Gr where the raptures of requited love 
ake the fweet numbers of th’ impaffion’d 
fwain. 
For, 2h! how tranfient love’s endearing joy, 
That richeft boon of favouring heav’n to man ; 
And what ambition, but an infant’s toy 
To minds that ponder life’s contr adted fpan? 
Then come, Reflection, nymph of fober mien, 
Who rov’d beneath the yew-tree’s fhade with. 
Gray ; 
Teach me to meditate the folemn {cene, 
As penfive * thro’ the long-drawn aifles’”? I 
fray. 
Here oft” has Britain’s royal pageant pats’d 
And titled pride her gaudy charms cif ae qd; 
Here wou’d the crowd with pagan ardour hafte 
T’ adore the idol that their folly made. 
Yet, a few feafons fled, the train return’d, 
With hearts untouch’d,to mimic forrow’s gloom; 
With woe’s grimace the pompous! herald mourn’d, 
And lavith’d flatt’s y o'er the fenfelefs tomb. 
Here jarring ftatefmen meet, once haughty f foes, 
Who fpurn’d indignant at a rival’s pow’r ; 
The re beauty withers hike the blufhing ro! fe, 
- The fragrant pride of fummer’s tranfient hour. 
The votive fong to Belia’s vernal bloom, 
Vibrates no raptures on her deafen’d ear; 
Ev’n proud Ambition floops beneath a tomb, 
And Pleafure’s fyren voice is filent there. 
Dumb, too,the minftrel’s harp, whole magic lays 
pea d the valiant breaft t c deeds of - 
Yet time fhall f ipare the virtuous poet’ s praife, 
And age to age repeat his honour’d name. 
Yet kere, till Wifdom fiy the Britith coaft, 
Oft-times the mufing moralift fhall come, 
Heedlefs of Grandeur’s monumental boaft, 
To feek, good Addifon, thy humbler tomb. 
And long thy y precepts, with refiftlefs pow'r, 
Shall lure the wane’rer to the fhrine of Truth; 
Chafe puerile Folly from life’s ev’ning-hour, 
And whifper caution to impetuous Youth, 
Nor view’d with carelefs eye the recent grave 
OF Jo! hn{on, moral Mentor of our age, 
Tho’ mark’d by Superitition for her flave, 
, Tho’ Bigotry deform th” hiltoric page. 
Lo! where the fage, by liQ’ning crowds rever’d, 
 Whofe well-eum’d honours grateful Science 
paid, 
And chiefs whofe prowefs “fteel-clad legions 
fear’d, 
Repofe alike in Death’s oblivious fhate, 
Original Poetry. 
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Wo victor’s fhout, no feothing voice of fame, 
Shail pierce the gloomy caverns of the ground; 
But D: eee there her filent empire claim, 
‘Vill Nature hear the trump celeftial found. 
And is it thus the various ranks ofmen, 
The mean, the wife. the tyrant, and the flave, 
Whate’cr thro’ devious life their path had been, 
All meet at laft affociates in the grave ? 
Then why fhou’d Pen’ry mourm her lowly birthy 
O: titl’d Pride aifume the brow of feorn? 
From life’s left {cene, fince all but morai worth, 
Flies like night vifions at the fong of snot | 
Hence let Ambition’s vot’ries fondly dream, 
Of wealth’s heap’d treafures, and the dome of ° 
frate. 
At Honour’s fhrine indulge the airy fect 
Or crowd obfequious round Preferment’s gate : 
Be rather mine, tobend in Virtue’s fane, 
Her cares, her duties, and her joys to Know ;- 
The figh of Want to hear, the fhrick of Pain, 
And with Compafiion’s gen’rcus warmth te 
glow. pe: 
Be mine, Religion, of thy hope poffefs’d, 
Tranguil to finifh lite’*s eventful hour, 
My mem’ry dear to fome congenial breaft, 
My fod by Fr en firew’'d with many 2- 
flow’r. 
Feb. 155 1796. : 
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PARAPHRASE OF MR. GRAYS LATIN 
LT.R. 
CDE, WRITTEN AT THE. GRAND. 
CHART EUSE. 
“COA tu fevert religio loci,” Sc, 
By Mr. Mars, oF THE 1 EMPLE. 
VV HOEB’ER thou art, that rul’ft with fway 
fupreme 
The Jonely horrors -f this wild retreat, 
(For ’mid each hoary wood, and fainted ftreamy 
No common God has fix’d his chofen feat ; 
Tho’ to thy name no ftately pile afpires, 
Within whofe womb the polifh’d marbie fhines;. 
No holy veftals watch immortal fires, 
No facred treafures gild the fplendid fhrines. 
While o’er rough rocks, rude cliffs, and faeees 
hills, 
With facred dread the founding foot{ftep moves, 
Who does not know, no vulgar influence fills 
This wild of waters, and this gloom of groyes?) 
Oh! hear invok’d, for this thy fuppliant prays, 
That here his weary’d youth may gently grow; 
That thefe blett fhades may fereen his future days 
Alike from human life and human woe. 
But fhould imperious Fate the boon deny, 
The only boon the ling’ring pilgrim craves, 
Shou’d Fortune doom him ftill again to try 
The ftorms that brood amidit her boift’rous 
waves ; . 
Oh, grant him, Genius, in your filent bow’rs, 
Far from each hated toil, each vulgar ftrifey 
In folitude to wear his later hours, 
And glide unconfcioys down the tide of si 
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