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BENEFIT RECEIVED BY HIS MAJESTY
IN THE YEAR 1789.
O SOVEREIGN of an isle renown'd
For undisputed sway Wherever o'er yon gulf profound
Her navies wing their way ;
With juster claim she builds at length
Her empire on the sea,
Which strength restored to Thee.
TO MRS. THROCKMORTON,
HER BEAUTIFUL TRANSCRIPT OF HORACE's Ode
AD LIBRUM SUUM.
MARIA, could Horace have guess'd
What honour awaited his ode
have bestow'd,Who have traced it in characters here,
So elegant, even, and neat,
Which he seems to have trembled to meet.
And sneer, if you please, he had said,
A nymph shall hereafter arise
The glory your malice denies;
Although but a mere bagatelle; And even a poet shall say,
Nothing ever was written so well.
FOR A STONE ERECTED AT THE SOWING OF A GROVE OF OAKS
AT CHILLINGTON, THE SEAT OF T. GIFFARD, ESQ. 1790.
Other stones the era tell,
Which shall longest brave the sky,
Cherish honour, virtue, truth,
FOR A STONE ERECTED ON A SIMILAR OCCASION AT THE SAME
PLACE IN THE FOLLOWING YEAR.
READER! Behold a monument
That asks no sigh or tear,
FOR THE USE OF THE SUNDAY SCHOOL AT OLNEY.
In heaven thy dwelling-place,
And taught to seek thy face!
And grant us, we implore,
Thy holy Sabbaths more.
To each desires sincere,
And learn as well as hear.
Of elder far than we,
Our minds should e'er be free?
Much hope, if thou our spirits take
Under thy gracious sway,
And babes as wise as they.
A sun that ne'er declines;
Who placed us where it shines '.
ON THE LATE INDECENT LIBERTIES TAKEN WITH THE REMAINS
OF THE GREAT MILTON,--ANNO 1790.
“ Me too, perchance, in future days,
The sculptured stone shall show,
Parnassian on my brow.
Escaped from every care,
And sleep securely there?."
| This Hymn was written at the request of the Rev. James Bean, then Vicar of Olney, to be sung by the children of the Sunday Schools of that town, after a Charity Sermon, preached at the parish church for their benefit, on Sunday, July 31, 1790.-J.
2 Forsitan et nostros ducat de marmore vultus
Nectens aut Paphia myrti uui Pernasside lauri
Milton in Manso.
So sang, in Roman tone and style,
The youthful bard, ere long
With her sublimest song.
Hearing the deed unblest
His dread sepulchral rest ?
Where Milton's ashes lay,
And steal his dust away!
Thy living worth repaid, And blind idolatrous respect
As much affronts thee dead.
TO MRS. KING,
ON HER KIND PRESENT TO THE AUTHOR, A PATCHWORK
COUNTERPANE OF HER OWN MAKING.
AUGUST 14, 1790.
The Bard, if e'er he feel at all,
Both on his heart and head,
Who deigns to deck his bed.