UPON THE LATE FIRE IN THE HOUSE OF COMMONS. THO' lighter stanzas form the Minstrel's theme, Life's chequer'd maze, and Folly's thoughtless dream; Observe the relics of yon time-worn pile, Saw sleepless nights in barren labour lost, And Fairy dreams of fame and fortune crost! Let War's loud trump, then vanish from our view, And peaceful conquests, let the Muse pursue, LINES, ETC. Drawn from grave Learning's academic bower, See Pym, and Hampden, seal their Monarch's fate, And join'd with Harley in an ill-starr'd day, And Grey and Canning all mankind admire ; *The Peace of Utrecht. 99 Next view our Solons of the stormy Bar, Skill'd in each maze of intellectual war; In Somers, Hardwick, and in Erskine's name. (Till from the conflict, Hope herself retir'd ;) As Marvel upright, and as Bacon wise; "And read again their histry in a nation's eyes." } EARLY RECOLLECTIONS. "Oh! yet ere the storms of contention and strife, "And recall the gay visions now vanish'd and fled." Old Ballad. "Yet still her mild and venerable face, "Retain❜d the vestiges of beauty past, "Like Autumn's leaf that trembles in the blast." "Full many a flower is born to blush unknown," (Chaunts our great Minstrel from his lyric throne ;) Full many a victim, poverty conceals, Who each kind impulse, and attachment feels; 102 EARLY RECOLLECTIONS. And while each merit of the high-born great, All ranks with sympathy, and pride relate ; And sooth'd each care of Lusitania's bard: If for ten lustres, in that lowly sphere, The same devotion has been witness'd here; One transient sigh, oh! youthful wand'rer heave, Then ere forgotten with our kindred dust, May we as true, and faithful to our trust; Fill up the station Providence assigns, Like the poor subject of our humble lines ; * When Camoens was almost starving his servant supported him, by asking charity in the streets of Lisbon. + Pope. |