ODE XV. ON THE DAY OF THE PUBLICATION OF MR. GIBBON's CONTINUATION OF HIS HISTORY; WHICH WAS ALSO HIS BIRTH-DAY. BY WILLIAM HAYLEY, ESQ; GENII of England and of Rome! Enough, by desolation's tide, And mourn'd that time in havock's hour, To speak her truly great. O'er maim'd Polybius, just and sage, How deep was her regret Touch'd by this queen, in ruin grand, See! Glory, by an English hand, Now pays a mighty debt. Lo! sacred to the Roman name, And rais'd, like Rome's immortal fame, By genius and by toil,. The splendid work is crown'd to-day, On which oblivion ne'er shall prey, Nor envy make her spoil! England, exult! and view not now Thy sons to prime distinction start, Science for thee a Newton rais'd; Eager to honour living worth, ODE XVI. ΤΟ MR. ELLIS, OCCASIONED BY A BEAUTIFUL PAINTING OF THE HON. GEORGE WALPOLE, ONLY SON TO LORD WALPOLE, 1741. BY THE REV. THOMAS NEWCOMB, M. A. WHILE Princes give thy art applause, And in thy frames Augusta smiles ; Blush not, fam'd Artist, to descend For William's and for Walpole's eye. Though beauty's self from thy soft draught, We view more soft and beauteous still; Once let the poet's humble thought Direct the painter's forming quill. His heart inflam'd with love of praise, Thy pencil, artist, cannot swell; Then leave him to his poet's lays, When fir'd, and panting to excel. Each outward charm thy color shews, Beauties less seen his thoughts employ; Who the kind friend and patriot views Just form'd, and opening in the boy. Those looks the virgin's eye that bless Which please and touch a parent's heart? 'Tis thine to paint youth's native fire, On beauty's cheek the blush to raise; 'Tis ours each virtue to inspire, To lend the gift, and after, praise. Mankind may own the piece entire, The Muses' skill, and thine admit; Beauty with sense could they admire, Good-nature join'd with manly wit. When thus the sister-arts unite, And make some favorite form their care, Each eye the image must delight, By turns presented kind and fair, |