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ln wild tumultuous roar; Fit emblem of the wrathful mind, To anger's tyrant sway consign'd,

Where reason rules no more.

Unlike its placid form, ferene,
When Zephyr breathing o'er the scene,

Sheds balmy peace around;
Bless'd emblem of the conquering soul,,
Whose every pafflon knows controul,

While conscious joys abound!

That this may prove my bountepus Thares,
Ascends my ever constant prayer,

To thee, all perfect mind;
O aid me in the arduous strife,
Through each perplexing maze of life,

To all thy ways resign'al:

MR. A N S TE Y

TO

DAVID GARRICK, ESQ.

ON MEETING HIM AT A FRIEND'S HOUSE.

THROUGH ev'ry part of grief or mirth,
To which the mimic stage gives birth,
I ne'er as yet with truth could tell
Where most your various pow'rs excel.
Sometimes, amidst the laughing scene,
Blith Comedy with jocund mien,
By you in livelier colours drest,
With transport clafp'd you to her breast:
As oft the buskin'd Muse appear'd,
With awful brow her sceptre rear’d;
Recounted all your laurels won,
And claim'd you for her darling son.
Thus each contending goddess strove,
And each the fairest garland wove.

But which fair nymph could justly boast
Her beauties had engag'd you most,
I-doubted much; 'till, t'other day,
Kind fortune threw me in your way;
Where, 'midst the friendly joys that wait"
Philander's * hospitable gate,

* Rigby

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Freedom and genuine mirth I found, Sporting the jovial board around. 'Twas there, with keen, though polish'd, jest You fat, a pleas d and pleasing guest; With social ease a part sustain'd More humorous far than e'er you feign'd. “ Take him," cry'd, “ bright comic Maid, “ In all your native charms array’d; “ No longer shall my doubts appear.". When Clio whisper'd in my ear, « Go, bid it be no more disputed, « For what his talents beít are suited: « In mimic characters alone « Let others shine---but Garrick in his own."

TO THE MEMORY OF

DAVID GARRICK, ESQ.

JANUARY 20, 1779.

Thou great reviver of the Attic fire;
Thou noblest patron of the tuneful lyre!
Thine was the power, and thine the gentle art,
To swell the passions, and subdue the heart !
For thee, the fairest breast has heav'd a figh,
And the tear started from the brightest eye!

Learning and wit alike have bow'd the knee,
And hermits left their celts to gaze on thee!
On thee shall charm'd remembrance love to rest';
Come every muse! and strive to praise him bent!
For ah! my lute the tribute cannot pay,
And the big tear has blotted out the lay!
Ye skilful nine, who shall the chaplet weave?
Hail his bright day!---por mourn his tranquil evel
Your Garrick hail!--he breathes, she lives again,
Lives in the thought, and breathes in every strain!
Triumphant fame enrols his acts on high,
And tells the mourner---Garrick cannot die!

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FRIAR OF ORDERS GRAY.

FIRST PUBLISHED BY WR. PERCT,

It was a friar of orders gray

Walk'd forth to tell his beads ; And he met with a lady fạir

Clad in a pilgrim's weeds.

Now Christ thee fave, thou reverend Friar,

I pray thee tell to me, If ever at yon holy farine

My true-love thou didnt fee.

And how should I know your true-love

From many another one ?
O by this cockle hat, and staff,

And by his sandal fhoon.

But chiefly by his face and ien,

That were so fair to view;
His flaxen locks that sweetly curl'd,

And eyne of lovely blue.

O Lady, he is dead and gone!

Lady, he's dead and gone!
And at his head a greenwgrass turf,

And at his heels a stone.

Within these holy cloysters long

He languish'd and he dy'd,Lamenting of a lady's love,

And 'playning of her pride.

Here bore him barefac'd on his bier

Six proper youths and tall,
And many a tear bedew'd his grave

Within yon kirk-yard-wall."

And art thou dead, thou gentle youth!'

And art thou dead and gone! And didst thou die for love of me

Break, cruel heart of stone!

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