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If inspiration should her aid refuse,
To him who takes a Pixy for a Muse *,
Yet none in lofty numbers can surpass
The bard who soars to elegize an ass. :
Oh! wonder-working Lewis ! Monk, or Bard, Who fain wouldst make Parnassus a church-yard ! 260 Lo! wreaths of yew, not laurel, bind thy brow,
Thy Muse a Sprite, Apollo's sexton thou !
Or tracest chaste descriptions on thy page,
To please the females of our modest age,
* COLERIDGE's Poems, page 11. Songs of the Pixies, i, e. Devonshire Fairies, page 42, we have, “ Lines to a Young Lady," and page 52, “ Lines to a Young Ass."
All hail, M. P.!* from whose infernal brain
Again all hail! If tales like thine may please,
St. Luke alone can vanquish the disease;
Who in soft guise, surrounded by a choir
Of virgins melting, not to Vesta's fire,
* “For every one knows little Matt's an M. P.”— See a Poem to Mr. Lewis, in THE STATESMAN, supposed to be written by Mr. JEKYLL.
With sparkling eyes, and cheek by passion flush'd, Strikes his wild Lyre, whilst listening dames are
'Tis Little! young Catullus of his day,
For thee, translator of the tinsel song,
To whom such glittering ornaments belong,
Hibernian STRANGFORD! with thine eyes of blue*,
And boasted locks of red, or auburn hue,
* The reader who may wish for an explanation of this, may refer to “ STRANGFORD'S CAMOENS,” page 127, note to page 56, or to the last page of the Edinburgh Review of STRANGFORD'S Camoens.
Whose plaintive strain each love-sick Miss admires,
Cease to deceive; thy pilfer'd harp restore,
Nor teach the Lusian Bard to copy Moore.
In many marble-cover'd volumes view HAYLEY, in vain attempting something new:
Whether he spin his comedies in rhyme,
Or scrawl, as Wood and BARCLAY walk, 'gainst time,
It is also to be remarked, that the things given to the public, as Poems of Camoens, are no more to be found in the original Portuguese, than in the Song of Solomon.
His stile in youth or age is still the same;
Moravians rise! bestow some meet reward
On dull Devotion-lo! the Sabbath Bard,
Sepulchral GRAHAME, pours his notes sublime,
In mangled prose, nor e'en aspires to rhyme,
And boldly pilfers from the Pentateuch ; .
* HAYLEY" :9. most notorious verse productions, are “Triumphs of • Temper,” and “ Triumphs of Music.” He has also written much
Comedy in rhyme, Epistles, &c. &c. As he is rather an elegant writer of notes and biography, let us recommend Pope's Advice to WYCHERLEY, to Mr. H's consideration ; viz. “ to convert his poetry into prose,” which may be easily done by taking away the final syllable of each couplet.