ODES.

CLASS THE SEVENTH

CONTINUED.

ODE XXXIII.

TO LOLLIUS.

BY JOHN HALL STEVENSON, ESQ.

THO' born in an ungenial clime,

Where T. with brawls his tribute pays, 'Tis possible, my Lord, for Time To fancy these uncommon lays.

If Shakespear ev'ry muse inspire,
Sole sov'reign of the tuneful throng,
Praise still is due to Cowley's lyre,
And Gray's sweet melancholy song.

Prior shall live with laughing eye
Amongst the vivid sons of Fame;
Maids ever weep, and widows sigh,
And burn with Eloisa's flame.