« ПредыдущаяПродолжить »
RECEIVING HIS PORTRAIT,
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, Whoe'er has shar'd thy social hours, Can he, can such a one forget
Thy native humor, sterling wit?
-he must surely find,
Deeply imprinted on his mind,
In such warm tints, thy form and face,
No time or distance can efface.
DAVID GARRICK, ESQ.
BY THE LATE
EARL OF CHATHAM.
LEAVE, Garrick, the rich landscape, proudly gay,
Yet there no wonders your quick eye can meet,
Herds, flocks, and smiling Ceres deck our plain,
Of sportive children frolic o'er the green;
Meantime pure Love looks on, and consecrates the
Come, then, immortal Spirit of the stage,
Who, rich in rural peace, ne'er thought of pomp or gold.
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,