Lives the man who pines for more. Nor retire within his mind, On the great one's peevish fit, Others failings in their own. If, like them, rejecting ease, Now, Now, methinks, I hear thee say, "Drink alone thy mountain-whey! "Wherefore tempt the Irish shoals? R I. EMOTE from liberty and truth, By fortune's crime, my early youth Taught by dark creeds and mystick law, Wrapt up in reverential awe, I bow'd to priests and kings. II. Soon reafon dawn'd, with troubled fight Too weak it shone to mark my way, Along the dubious fhade. III. Reft III. Reftless I roam'd, when from afar Thus cheer'd, and eager to pursue, LOCKE fpreads the realms of day. Now warm'd with noble SIDNEY's page, With MORE and HARRINGTON around VII. What tho' the good, the brave, the wife, To break th' eternal doom! Tho' CATO liv'd, tho' TULLY fpoke, VIII. To fwell fome future tyrant's pride, Once more her fields fhall thirft in vain IX. Yet glorious is the great defign, And fuch, O PULTNEY! fuch is thine, To prop a nation's frame. If crush'd beneath the facred weight, The ruins of a falling state Shall tell the patriot's name. An An ODE to the Right Honourable the Lord LONSDALE. L By the Same. I. ONSDALE! thou ever-honour'd name, For fuch is facred virtue's claim, Say why, my noble friend! While nature sheds her balmy powers O'er hill and dale, in leaves and flowers, Say, why my joys fufpend! II. Here spreads the lawn high-crown'd with wood, Here flopes the vale, there winds the flood In many a crystal maze. The fishes fport, in filver pride Slow moves the fwan, on either fide The herds promifcuous graze. III. Or if the ftiller shade you love, Here folemn nods th' imbow'ring grove O'er innocence and ease ; Whether with deep reflection fraught, The lighter trifles please. |