visions of a thousand things, dissolved in thine own melting tears, Prince of mournful sonneteers. not their Prince, harmonious BOWLES! great oracle of tender souls? sighing winds thou seek'st relief, on in a yellow leaf; y muse most lamentably tells sounds proceed from Oxford bells†, 330 ells delighting, finds a friend, me that jingled from Ostend? ME has poured forth two volumes of Cant, under the ith Walks," and "Biblical Pictures." 's Sonnets, &c.-" Sonnet to Oxford," and "Stan e Bells of Ostend." thine with gentle LITTLE's moral song, h thee our nursery damsels shed their tears, lofty numbers of a harp like thine : vake a louder and a loftier strain*,' as none heard before, or will again ; 340 Awake a louder, &c. &c. is the first line in BOWLES's Spirit of ery ;” a very spirited and pretty dwarf Epic. Among other ite lines we have the following: kiss ole on the list'ning silence, never yet ere heard; they trembled even as if the power," &c. &c. ne, but pausing on the road, ghs forth a gentle episode*; y tells-attend each beauteous Miss! Madeira trembled to a kiss. thy memory, let this precept dwell, Sonnets, man! at least they sell. new-born whim, or larger bribe crude brain, and claim thee for a scribe, woods of Madeira trembled to a kiss, very much astohey might be, at such a phoenomenon. le above alluded to, is the story of "Robert a MaAnna d'Arfet," a pair of constant lovers, who perabove-mentioned, that startled the woods of Madeira. hou essay; each fault, each failing scan; first of poets was, alas! but man! e from each ancient dunghill ev'ry pearl, sult Lord Fanny, and confide in CURLL*; all the scandals of a former age, h on thy pen and flutter o'er thy page; ct a candour which thou can'st not feel, he envy in the garb of honest zeal; te, as if St. John's soul could still inspire, do from hate what +MALLET did for hire. 370 URLL is one of the Heroes of the Dunciad, and was a bookseller. Fanny is the poetical name of Lord HERVEY, author of " Lines Imitator of Horace." ord BOLINGBROKE hired MALLET to traduce POPE after his debecause the Poet had retained some copies of a work by Lord rd had crown'd thy glorious gains, hee to the Dunciad for thy painst. pic! who inflicts again of blank upon the sons of men? 380 the Patriot King) which that splendid, but malignant ed to be destroyed. critic, and RALPH, the rhymester. ye wolves! while Ralph to Cynthia howls, night hideous, answer him ye owls! Dunciad. s's late edition of POPE's works, for which he received Mr. B. has experienced, how much easier it is to utation of another, than to elevate his own. |