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IX. The A&or. To Bonnell

Thornton, Esq. By Robert

Lloyd, M. A.

X. To the celebrated Beauties

of the British Court.

XI. The Beauties. To Mr.

Eckardt, the Painter. By

the Hon. Horace Walpole.

XII. To Sir Joshua Reynolds,

President of the Royal Aca.


XIII. To the Hon. Miss Yorke,

afterwards Lady Anson, on

her copying Clovio's Portrait

of Dante. From the Hon.

Charles Yorke.

XIV. On Building and Planting.

To Sir James Low ther, Bart.

By John Dalton, D. D.


To a Swiss Officer, from

his Friend at Rome. By J..

Spence, M. A.

Notes on Epistles Critical and





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Vatibus addere calcar,
Ut studio majore petant Helicona virentem. Hor.

I hate the vulgar with untuneful mind;
Hearts uninspir’d, and senses unrefin’d.
Hence, ye prophane : I raise the sounding string,
And Bolingbroke descends to hear me sing.

When Greece could truth in Mystic Fable shroud, And with delight instruct the listening crowd, An ancient Poet (Time has lost his name) Deliver'd strains on Verse to future fame. Still, as he sung, he touch'd the trembling lyre, And felt the notes a rising warmth inspire. Ye sweetening Graces, in the music throng, Assist my genius, and retrieve the song Vol. III.


From dark oblivion. See, my genius goes
To call it forth. 'Twas thus the Poem rose.

« Wit is the Muse's horse, and bears on high
The daring Rider to the Muses' sky:
Who, while his strength to mount ałoft he tries,
By regions varying in their nature flies.

« At first, he riseth o'er a land of toil, A barren, hard, and undeserving soil, Where only weeds from heavy labour grow, Which yet the nation prune, and keep for show. Where couplets jingling on their accent run, Whose Point of Epigram is sunk to Pun; Where wings by fancy never feather'd fly, Where lines by measure form'd in Hatchets lie; Where Altars stand, erected Porches gape, And sense is cramp'd while words are par’d to shape; Where mean Acrostics, labor'd in a frame On scatter'd letters, raise a painful scheme; And, by confinement in their work, control The great enlargings of the boundless soul; Where if a warrior's elevated fire Would all the brightest strokes of verse require, Then straight in Anagram a wretched crew Will pay their undeserving praises too; While on the rack his poor disjointed name Must tell its master's character to Fame. And (if my fire and fears aright presage) The laboring writers of a future age

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