Gay. Let Congreve teach the lift'ning groves to mourn, Let Prior's Mufe with foft'ning accents Soft as the ftrains of conftant Emma's love'; With Chaucer's humour, and with Spenfer's ftrains. Waller in Granville lives: when Mira fings, On Addifon's fweet lays Attention waits, And Silence guards the place while he repeats; His Mufe alike on ev'ry subject charms, Whether fhe paints the god of Love or Arms: In him pathetic Ovid fings again, And Homer's Iliad fhines in his Campaign. Whenever Garth fhall raile his sprightly Senfe flows in eafy numbers from his tongue; When Pope's harmonious Mufe with pleasure roves 1 Amidst the plains, the murm'ring ftreams and gro ves, Attentive Echo pleas'd to hear his fongs. Thro' the glad fhade each warbling note prolongs; From Gay. From thefe fuccessful bards collect thy ftrains, Lord Lord Lyttelton. George Lord Lyttelton, geb. 1709, geft. 1773. erwarb fich zwar als Dichter nicht so ausgezeichnetes Ansehen, als durch die Ehrenstellen, die er bekleidete, und durch seine Gez schichte Heinrichs II. Seine Gedichte verdienen indeß immer noch Aufmerksamkeit; und in den darunter befindlichen Episteln herrscht, wie Dr. Johnson sich ausdrückte, eine ges wiffe fanfte Gleichmüthigkeit, die nicht sehr ermüden kann, weil sie kurz sind, wenn gleich der Geist des Lesers felten das durch erhoben oder überrascht wird. TO MR. POPE. From Rome, 1730. Lord Lyttel ton. Immortal Bard! for whom each Mufe has wove Infpir'd by memory of ancient wit: For now no more these climes their influence boaft, Fall'n is their glory, and their virtue loft; From tyrants and from priefts the Mufes fly, Daughters of Reafon and of Liberty. Nor Bajae now, nor Umbria's plain they love, Un Unhappy Italy! whofe alter'd ftate Has felt the worst leverity of Fate. Not that barbarian hands her faíces broke, And bow'd her haughty neck beneath her yoke, That facred wifdom from her bounds is fled, Illustrious Names, that once in Latium fhin'd, As late on Virgil's tomb fresh flow'rs I ftrow'd, t Stranger!" he faid, whofe pious hand has „These grateful rites to my attentive fhade, Great Bard! whofe numbers I myself inspire, „Nor „Nor, when each foft engaging Mufe is thine, " Where Science in the arm of Peace is laid, ,,And plants her palm befide the olive's 1 hade. "Such was the theme for which my lyre I ftrung, Such was the people whose exploits I fung, "Brave, yet refin'd, for arms and arts renown'd, With diff'rent bays by Mars and Phoebus crown'd; Dauntless oppofers of tyrannick fway, " "But pleas'd a mild Auguftus to obey." ,,If these commands fubmiffive thou receive, „Immortal and unblam'd thy name shall live; » Envy to black Cocytus fhall retire, „And howl with Furies in tormenting fire; "Approving Time 1hall confecrate thy lays, And join the patriot's to the poet's praife." " Lord Lyttel ton. Beisp. Samml. 3. B. Di uz. |