ΤΟ ROBERT EARL OF HOLDERNESSE, BARON D'ARCY, MENIL AND CONYERS,. LORD WARDEN OF HIS MAJESTY'S CINQUE PORTS, AND GOVERNOR OF DOVER CASTLE. Sonnet. D'ARCY, to thee, whate'er of happier vein, Smit with the love of Song, my youth essay'd, This verse devotes from Aston's secret shade, Where letter'd Ease, thy gift, endears the scene. Here, as the light-wing'd moments glide serene, I weave the bower, around the tufted mead In careless flow the simple pathway lead, And strew with many a rose the shaven green. So, to deceive my solitary days, With rural toils ingenuous arts I blend, Secure from envy, negligent of praise, Yet not unknown to fame, if D'Arcy lend His wonted smile to dignify my lays, The Muse's Patron, but the Poet's Friend. W. MASON. May 12, 1763. POEMS OF WILLIAM MASON. MUSEUS'. A Monody, to the Memory of Mr. Pope. SORROWING I catch the reed, and call the Muse; Since rapt Musæus tuned his parting strain: Where Camus winds along his broider'd vale, Nor is it meet ye fly these pensive glades, Mr. Pope died in the year 1744; this poem was then written, and published first in the year 1747. Stay then a while, oh stay, ye fleeting fair; Nor Thespia's grove; till with harmonious teen And haste to Thames's shores; for Thames shall join Our sad society, and passing mourn, The tears fast trickling o'er his silver urn. And, when the Poet's widow'd grot he laves, His reed-crown'd locks shall shake, his head shall bow, His tide no more in eddies blithe shall rove, For, with thy sisters thou didst weeping stand Responsive to their sweetly doleful song? While vocal shadows pleasing dreams prolong; First sent from Cam's fair banks, like Palmer Came Tityrus slow, with head all silver'd o'er, And thus in antique guise short talk did hold: Gnattrid my lines, that they all cancrid ben, Whannè shallow brook yrenneth hobling on, 2 Tityrus, &c.] i. e. Chaucer, a name frequently given him by Spenser. See Shep. Cal. Ec. 2, 6, 12, and elsewhere. And speaken every dele to myne honoure. He ceased his homely rhyme; When Colin Clout", Eliza's shepherd swain, "Ah! luckless swain, alas! how art thou lorn, Who once like me couldst frame thy pipe to play! Shepherds devise, and chear the lingering morn: Ne bush, ne breere, but learnt thy roundelay, Ah plight too sore such worth to equal right! Ah worth too high to meet such piteous plight! But I nought strive, poor Colin, to compare My Hobbin's or my Thenot's rustic skill To thy deft swains', whose dapper ditties rare Surpass aught else of quaintest shepherd's quill. E'en Roman Tityrus, that peerless wight, Mote yield to thee for dainties of delight. 'Eke when in Fable's flowery paths you stray'd, Masking in cunning feints truth's splendent face; Ne Sylph, ne Sylphid, but due tendance paid, To shield Belinda's lock from felon base, 3 Colin Clout,] i. e. Spenser, which name he gives himself throughout his works. The two first stanzas of this speech, as they relate to Pas. toral, are written in the measure which Spenser uses in the first eclogue of the Shepherd's Calendar: the rest, where he speaks of fable, are in the stanza of the Faery Queene. |