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Suicide" is the most powerful; and that “On Leaving a Favourite Village in Hampshire" is filled with the sweetest imagery. His humorous pieces are mostly clever centos of Pope, Young, and Swift. His elegies, odes, &c., written in his capacity of Poet Laureate, are better than the run of such productions, and neither add to nor detract much from his fame. Altogether, looking at his poems in the light of effusions poured out in the intervals of laborious research and critical discussion, they are worthy of all acceptation ; and we feel justified in binding the Poetical Works of Warton in the same volume with those of Goldsmith and Collins. They are certainly three among the truest and most refined of our minor poets.
THE TRIUMPH OF ISIS,
ISIS, AN ELEGY.”
Quid mihi nescio quam, proprio cum Tybride, Romam
On closing flowers when genial gales diffuse
1 The triumph of Isis.' For an account of the occasion on which this poem was written, and of the circumstances connected with it, see the memoir prefixed to this edition.
As the smooth surface of the dimply flood
No more, my son, the rural reed employ,
Still sing, 0 Cam, your favourite Freedom's cause ;
Let Granta2 boast the patrons of her name, Each splendid fool of fortune and of fame :
1. Musæus' hearse:' alluding to Mason's Musæus,' a Monody to the memory of Pope. -? "Granta :' Cambridge. The Saxon name of the town was Grantan Bridge, or Grantabridge.
Still of preferment let her shine the queen,
Even late, when Radcliffe's delegated train1 Auspicious shone in Isis' happy plain; When yon proud dome, fair Learning's amplest shrine, Beneath its Attic roofs received the Nine; Was Rapture mute, or ceased the glad acclaim, To Radcliffe due, and Isis' honour'd name? What free-born crowds adorn'd the festive day, Nor blush'd to wear my tributary bay ! How each brave breast with honest ardours heaved, When Sheldon's fane 2 the patriot band received ; 90 While, as we loudly hail'd the chosen few, Rome's awful senate rush'd upon the view!
O may the day in latest annals shine, That made a Beaufort and a Harley mine : That bade them leave the loftier scene awhile, The pomp of guiltless state, the patriot toil, For bleeding Albion's aid the sage design, To hold short dalliance with the tuneful Nine. Then Music left her silver sphere on high, And bore each strain of triumph from the sky; 100 Swell’d the loud song, and to my chiefs around Pour'd the full pæans of mellifluous sound. My Naiads blithe the dying accents caught, And listening danced beneath their pearly grot : In gentler eddies play'd my conscious wave, And all my reeds their softest whispers gave;
1 'Even late, when Radcliffe's delegated train,' &c. The Radcliffe Library was dedicated on the 13th April 1749, the same year in which this poem was written. The ceremony was attended by Charles Duke of Beaufort, Edward Earl of Oxford, and the other trustees of Dr Radcliffe's will; and a speech upon the occasion was delivered in the Theatre by Dr King, Principal of St Mary Hall, and Public Orator of the University. In order to make some allusions in the poem more intelligible, it is necessary to add, that the Sage' complimented in ver. 111, is Dr King; and the Puny Champion,' and the • Parricide,' of ver. 131 and 136, were designed for another member of the University, with whom Dr King was engaged in a controversy.- Sheldon's fane:' the Theatre, built by Archbishop Sheldon about 1670.