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BY A PERSON OF QUALITY.
Written in the Year 1733.
FLUTT’RING spread thy purple pinions,
Mild Arcadians, ever blooming,
Thus the Cyprian goddess weeping,
Cynthia! tune harmonious numbers;
Mournful Cypress, verdant Willow,
Melancholy smooth Mæander
I KNOW the thing that's most uncommon;
Not warp'd by passion, aw'd by rumour,
grave thro' pride, nor gay thro' folly,
Has she not faults then, (Envy says,) Sir?”
ON HIS GROTTO AT TWICKENHAM, COMPOSED
OF MARBLES, SPARS, GEMS, ORES,
THOU who shalt stop where Thames' translucent
Shines a broad mirror through the shady cave;
soul. Let such, such only, tread this sacred floor, Who dare to love their country, and be poor.
ON RECEIVING FROM THE RIGHT HON. THI
LADY FRANCES SHIRLEY A STAND
ISH AND TWO PENS.
YES, I beheld th’ Athenian Queen
And take,' she said, and smil'd serene, « Take at this hand celestial arms :
• Secure the radient weapons wield;
Aw'd, on my bended knees I fell,
“What well? what weapon ?'Flavia cries, "A standish, steel, and golden pen!
It came from Bertrand's, not the skies; "I gave it you to write agen.
But friend ! take heed whom
attack ; "You'll bring a House (I mean of Peers)