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Lines addressed to


Author of - The BOTANIC Garden."

Two Poets *, (poets, by report,

Not oft so well agree)
Sweet Harmonist of Flora's court!

Conspire to honour Thee.
They best can judge a poet's worth,

Who oft themselves have known
The pangs of a poetic birth

By labours of their own.
We therefore pleas'd extol thy song,

Though various yet complete,
Rich in embellishment as strong,

And learned as 'tis sweet.
No envy mingles with our praise,

Though could our hearts repine
At any poet's happier lays,

They would—they must at thine.

* Alluding to the poem by Mr. Hayley, which accompanied these lines.

But we, in mutual bondage knit

Of friendship's closest tie, Can gaze on even Darwin's wit

With an unjaundic'd eye;

And deem the Bard, whoe'er he be,

And howsoever known, Who would not twine a wreath for Thee,

Unworthy of his own.



The birds put off their ev'ry hue,
To dress a room for Montagu.

The Peacock sends his heav'nly dyes,
His rainbows and his slarry eyes ;
The Pheasant plumes, which round infold
His mantling neck with downy gold;
The Cock his arch'd tail's azure show:
And, river-blanch'd, the Swan his snow.

All tribes beside of Indian name, .
That glossy shine, or vivid flame,
Where rises, and where sets the day,
Whate'er they boast of rich and gay,
Contribute to the gorgeous plan,
Proud to advance it all they can.
This plumage neither dashing show'r,
Nor blasts, that shake the dripping bow'r,
Shall drench again or discompose,
But, screen’d from ev'ry storm that blows,
It boasts a splendour ever new,
Safe with protecting Montagu.

To the same patroness resort,
Secure of favour at her court,
Strong Genius, from whose forge of thought
Forms rise, to quick perfection wrought,
Which, though new-born, with vigour move,
Like Pallas springing arm'd from Jove-
Imagination scattring round-
Wild roses over furrow'd ground,
Which labour of his frown beguile,
And teach philosophy a smile-
Wit flashing on Religion's side,
Whose fires, to sacred Truth applied,

The gem, though luminous before, Obtrude on human notice more, Like sunbeams on the golden height, Of some tall temple playing brightWell-tutor'd Learning, from his books Dismiss'd with grave, not haughty, looks, Their order on his shelves exact, Not more harmonious or compact Than that, to which he keeps confin'd The various treasures of his mindAll these to Montagu's repair, Ambitious of a shelter there. There Genius, Learning, Fancy, Wit, Their ruffled plumage calm refit, (For stormy troubles loudest roar Around their flight who highest soar) And in her eye, and by her aid, Shine safe without a fear to fade.

She thus maintains divided sway With yon bright regent of the day; The plume and poet both we know Their lustre to his influence owe; And she the works of Phoebus aiding, Both poet saves and plume from fading.





I AM monarch of all I survey,

My right there is none to dispute;
From the centre all round to the sea,

I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
O Solitude, where are the charms,

That sages have seen in thy face?
Better dwell in the midst of alarms,

Than reign in this horrible place.

I am out of humanity's reach,

I must finish my journey alone,
Never hear the sweet music of speech,

I start at the sound of my own.
The beasts that roam over the plain,

My form with indifference see;
They are so unacquainted with man,

Their tameness is shocking to me.

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