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But while I mention him, all flattery hence,
“ Now strew thy tomb with flow'rs, and o'er thy
Calmly he view'd them-conscious that his ends
entle in pow'r—but daring in disgrace, His love was liberty-his wish was peace. Such was the man that smild upon my lays, And what can heighten thought or genius raise,
(praise ; Like praise from him whom all mankind must Whose knowledge, courage,temper, all surpris’d, Whom many lov'd, few hated, none despis'd. Here then I rest, and since it is decreed The pleasing paths of poetry to tread; Hear me,
O Muse! receive one poet more, Consenting bend, and pour down all thy store: No longer constant round Parnassus rove, But change the scene, and smile on Coldbrook's
* Sir Charles Williams's seat in Monmouthshire.-W.
Here too are limpid streams, here oaks their
shade O'er mossy turf more soft than slumber spread; Expression, thought, and numbers, bring along, But, above all, let truth attend my song: So shall my verse still please the men I love, Make Winnington commend, and my own Fox
Onthe EARL of Islay* altering his Gardens
at Whitton, near Hounslow-Heath.
OLD Islay, to shew a most elegant taste,
waste ; And order'd the gard'ner to open his views, By cutting a couple of grand avenues. With secret delight, he saw the first view end, In his fav’rite prospect, a church that is ruined; But, what should the next to his Lordship exhibit, 'Twas the terrible sight of a rogue and a gibbet.
* He was Earlof Islay before he succeeded tothe Dukedom. Archibald, Duke of Argyle, was slovenly in his person ; mysterious, not to say with an air of guilt, in his deportment; slow, steady, where suppleness did not better answer his purpose ; revengeful; and, if artful, at least not ingratiating: he loved power too well to hazard it by ostentation, and money so little, that he neither spared it to gain friends, or to serve them. Ob. 1761.-W.