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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,
Sheds balmy peace around;
While conscious joys abound!
That this may prove my bountepus Thares,
To thee, all perfect mind;
To all thy ways resign'al:
MR. A N S TE Y
DAVID GARRICK, ESQ.
ON MEETING HIM AT A FRIEND'S HOUSE.
THROUGH ev'ry part of grief or mirth,
But which fair nymph could justly boast
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;
Learning and wit alike have bow'd the knee,
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 ?
And by his sandal fhoon.
But chiefly by his face and ien,
That were so fair to view;
And eyne of lovely blue.
O Lady, he is dead and gone!
Lady, he's dead and gone!
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,
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!