TO MR. GARRICK, ON RECEIVING HIS PORTRAIT, PAINTED BY MR. DANCE. GARRICK! whate'er resembles thee Arduous the task is, great the merit, 'To represent that fire and spirit, Those piercing eyes, that speaking face, That form, compos'd of ease and grace: All this I feel;-could feelings do, Then I should be a Painter too; I should draw GARRICK, and perchance Produce a work, t'outrival DANCE. But GARRICK, sure thou need'st not send A gift of this sort to thy friend, As if that friend requir'd to see Something to make him think of thee. Whoe'er has seen thy wond'rous pow'rs, In such warm tints, thy form and face, то DAVID GARRICK, ESQ. AT MOUNT EDGCUMBE. BY THE LATE EARL OF CHATHAM. LEAVE, Garrick, the rich landscape, proudly gay, Herds, flocks, and smiling Ceres deck our plain, Of sportive children frolic o'er the green; Meantime pure Love looks on, and consecrates the scene. Come, then, immortal Spirit of the stage, pomp or MR. GARRICK'S ANSWER. WHEN Peleus' son, untaught to yield, So, Chatham, whose exalted soul Pervaded and inspir'd the whole, Where far by martial glory led, Britain her sails and banners spread, Retires (though Wisdom's God dissuades) And seeks repose in rural shades: Yet thither comes the God confess'd; Celestial form! a well-known guest. Nor slow he moves with solemn air, |