Jove frown'd, and "Use (he cried) those eyes This vexing him who gave her birth, Pallas, you give yourself strange airs; Alas! one bad example shown, How quickly all the sex pursue! See, madam, see the arts o'erthrown Between John Overton and you! ON DRAWINGS OF THE STATUES OF APOLLO, VENUS, AND HERCULES, MADE FOR POPE BY SIR GODFREY KNELLER. WHAT god, what genius did the pencil move, When Kneller painted these? Twas friendship, warm as Phoebus, kind as Love, And strong as Hercules. rses fom his native coast Y and long by tempests toss'd, KT: IS. Nr. 24, fiscus d, alone, is besed even his Queen unknown: isras age, and toils, and cares, is Freed ice, and white his hairs, pas tri mask his bread, yee is former bounty fed, I Bogat of al is own fomestic crew; Te nou by Lone is ghtful master knew! se que adàvid and kiss'd his feet, Sex i with hume vy: den falling by his side, Oval is running kri, kok'd up, and died! Goppiss of woods, tremendous in the chase, On thy third reign look down; disclose our fate, AN INSCRIPTION UPON A PUNCHBOWL, IN THE SOUTH SEA YEAR, FOR A CLUB, CHASED WITH JUPITER PLACING CALLISTO IN THE SKIES, AND EUROPA WITH THE BULL.1 COME, fill the South Sea goblet full; And Jove with joy puts off the Bear. LINES ON A GROTTO, AT CRUX-EASTON, HANTS. HERE shunning idleness at once and praise, Now first printed, from the handwriting of Dr. Birch on a fly leaf of the first vol. of Warburton's Pope's Works, formerly belonging to Cracherode, in the British Museum. "This Epigram of Mr. Pope was communicated by the Revd. Dr. Warburton to Tho. Birch." 2 The Misses Lisle. The glittering emblem of each spotless dame, And such a polish as disgraces art; But fate dispos'd them in this humble sort, ON BENTLEY'S MILTON. DID Milton's prose, O Charles, thy death defend? While he but sought his author's fame to further, LINES. ALL hail, once pleasing, once inspiring shade, Scene of my youthful loves, and happier hours! Where the kind Muses met me as I stray'd, And gently press'd my hand, and said, Be ours. Take all thou e'er shalt have, a constant Muse: At court thou mayst be lik'd, but nothing gain; Stocks thou mayst buy and sell, but always lose; And love the brightest eyes, but love in vain. TO ERINNA.1 THOUGH sprightly Sappho force our love and praise, So, while the sun's broad beam yet strikes the sight, And, unobserv'd, the glaring sun declines. ADRIANI MORIENTIS AD ANIMAM, TRANSLATED. Ан, fleeting spirit! wandering fire, 'See Memoir prefixed to these volumes, p. 1xx. |