VERSES WRITTEN ON A PAPER WHICH CONTAINED A PIECE OF BRIDE-CAKE, GIVEN TO THE AUTHOR BY A LADY. YE curious hands, that hid from vulgar eyes, The Cyprian queen, at Hymen's fond request, Ambiguous looks, that scorn and yet relent, Sleep, wayward God! hath sworn while these remain, And chearful hope, so oft invok'd in vain, With fairy songs shall sooth his pensive ear. If, bound by vows to friendship's gentle side, O much entreated, leave this fatal place. Sweet peace, who long hath shunn'd my plaintive day, Consents at length to bring me short delight, Thy careless steps may scare her doves away, And grief with raven note usurp the night. APPENDIX I LETTER FROM WILLIAM COLLINS [Seward's Supplement to the Anecdotes of Distinguished TO DR. WILLIAM HAYES, PROFESSOR OF MUSIC, Oxford. SIR, MR. BLACKSTONE, of Winchester, some time since informed me of the honour you had done me at Oxford last summer; for which I return you my sincere thanks. I have another more perfect copy of the Ode; which, had I known your obliging design, I would have communicated to you. Inform me by a line, if you should think one of my better judgement acceptable. In such case I could send you one written on a nobler subject; and which, tho' I have been persuaded to bring it forth in London, I think more calculated for an audience in the University. The subject is the Music of the Grecian Theatre'; in which I have, I hope naturally, introduced the various characters with which the chorus was concerned, as Oedipus, Medea, Electra, Orestes, etc. The composition too is probably more correct, as I have chosen the ancient Tragedies for my models, and only copied the most affecting passages in them. In the mean time, you would greatly oblige me by sending the score of the last. If you can get it written, I will readily answer the expence. If you send it with a copy or two of the ode (as printed at Oxford) to Mr. Clarke, at Winchester, he will forward it to me here. I am, Sir, With great respect, Chichester, Sussex, November 8, 1750. WILLIAM COLLINS. P.S. Mr. Clarke past some days here while Mr. Worgan was with me; from whose friendship, I hope, he will receive some advantage. II LETTER FROM JOSEPH WARTON TO THOMAS WARTON [Wooll's Memoirs of Dr. Joseph Warton, p. 14] DEAR TOM, You will wonder to see my name in an advertisement next week, so I thought I would apprise you of it. The case was this. Collins met me in Surrey, at Guildford races, when I wrote out for him my odes, and he likewise communicated some of his to me; and being both in very high spirits, we took courage, resolved to join our forces, and to publish them immediately. I flatter myself that I shall lose no honour by this publication, because I believe these odes, as they now stand, are infinitely the best things I ever wrote. You will see a very pretty one of Collins's, on the Death of Colonel |