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In vain they curse, in vain they pine and mourn,
And lo! his second labour claims thy care, 55
; On her sev'n cities, he look'd down with scorn, 75 And own'd with pride, he was in Britain born."
VOLTAIRE AU ROI DE PRUSSE.
Horace avec Boileau : Vous y cherchiez le vrai, vous y goutez le beau; Quelques traits échappés d'une utile morale, Dans leurs piquans ecrits brillent par intervalle; Mais Pope approfondit ce qu'ils ont effleuré; D’un esprit plus hardi, d'un pas plus atsuré, Il porta le flambeau dans l'abime de l'etre, Et l'homme avec lui seul apprit à se connoitre. L'Art quelquefois frivole, et quelquefois divin, L’Art des vers est dans Pope utile au genre humain.
AT T Stowe in Buckinghamshire, the feat of Earl
Temple, is a building called The Temple of British Worthies, designed by Kent.
One of the niches has a bust of Pope, with the following in. fcription :
ALEXANDER POPE, Who uniting the correctness of Judgment tothe fire of Genius,
by the melody and power of his numbers, gave sweetness to Sense, and grace to Philofophy. He employed the pointed brilliancyof Wit to chastise the vices, and the eloquenceof Poetrytoexalt the virtues of human nature;
and being without a rival in his own age, imitated and translated, with a spirit equal to the originals,
the best Poets of Antiquity.
TO MR. POPE.
To think with spirit, but to write with ease:
'Tis yours, like these, with curious toil to trace
O ever worthy, ever crown'd with praise ;
25 Obscures the virtue, and defames the muse.
A foul like thine, in pains, in grief resign'd,
Yet sure not so must all peruse thy lays ;
So seems some Picture, where exact design, And curious pains, and strength and sweetness join : Where ihe free thought its pleasing grace bestows, And each warm stroke with living colour glows: 40 Soft without weakness, without labour fair ; Wrought up at once with happiness and care!
How bleft the man that from the world removes To joys that MORDAUNT, or his Pope approves; Whofe taste exact each author can explore, 45 And live the present and past ages o'er : Who free from pride, from penitence, or strife, Move calmly forward to the verge of life: Such be my days, and such my
fortunes be, To live by reason, and to write by thee!
50 Nor deem this verse, tho' humble, thy disgrace ; All are not born the glory of their race : Yet all are born t'adore the great man's name, And trace his footsteps in the paths to fame,
The Muse who now this early homage pays, 55
* Pope's turn of versification, formularies of expression, &c. are well preserved in these verses, which appear fincere, although the praise is exceffive and exaggerated. Upon reading these encomiums, it may be remarked, that Pope was ushered into the world with all the consideration which the patronage of the Great, and the efforts of friendship, could bestow ; while Milton, who published his great work in obscurity and indigence, had no patron to protect, and few friends to encourage him: but the true merit of each as a poet, is better tried by the effect of their respective works, when the authors themselves, their patrons and friends, are no more. Pope, whose works will be always interest. ing to the reader of taste, does not claim that superior adoration paid to the great master of English poetry; while Milton now, I had almost said, “ looks from his sole dominion" like that Luminary he has himself fo finely described.