LVI. Nor love of novelty alone infpires, Their laws and nice dependencies to fean; And Emulation's noble rage alarm, And the long hours of Toil and Solitude to charm. LVII. But She who set on fire his infant heart, And all his dreams, and all his wanderings fhared And blefs'd the Muse and her celestial art, Still claim d th' Enthufiaft's fond and first regard. From Nature's beauties variously compared And variously combined, he learus to frame Thofe forms of bright perfection, which the Bard, While boundless hopes and boundless views inflame, Enamour'd confecrates to never-dying faine. LVIII. Of late, with cumbersome, though pompous fhow, Tempers his rage: he owns her charm divine, line. LIX. Fain would I fing (much yet unfung remains) When the great Shepherd of the Mantuan plains * VIRGIL. Fain would I fing, what tranfport florm'd his foul, How the red current throbb'd his veins along, When, like Pelides, bold beyond controul, Gracefully terrible, fublimely ftrong, Homerraifed high to heaven the loud, th' impetuous fong. LX. And how his lyre, though rude her firft effays, I fain would fing :-but ah! I firive in vain.- LXI. Adieu, ye lays, that fancy's flowers adorn, (found. He fleeps in duft, and all the Mufes mourn, And poor my bitter tears.-Ye flowery lays, adieu ! Art thou, my G*******, for ever fled! When fortune's ftorms affail this weary head, *This excellent perfon died fuddenly, on the 10th of February, 1773. The conclufion of the poem was written a few days after. ADVERTISEMENT. Tmantic HERE is fomething Romantic in the Story of the following POEM; but the Author has his Reafons for believing that there is fomething likewife, Authentic. On the fimple Circumftances of the ancient Narrative, from which He firft borrowed his Idea, thofe Reasons are principally founded, and they are fupported by others, with which, in a Work of this Kind, to trouble his Readers would be fuperfluous. |