Then ask ye from what source on earth Full on that favour'd breast they shine Such is that heart-but while the muse She cannot reach, and shall not wrong The hero and the saint. A SONG. THE sparkling eye, the mantling cheek, All meet in you, and you alone. Beauty, like other powers, maintains Each single feature faintly warms : So when on earth the god of day Through convex orbs the beams transmit, The beams that gently warm'd before, Collected, gently warm no more, But glow with more prevailing heat. A SONG. On the green margin of the brook "Am I less lovely, then ?" she cries, My faded cheek, my colour fled : "The rose he in his bosom wore, How oft upon my breast was seen! While thus sad Phyllida lamented, Then sigh'd and blush'd, as who should say, TO DELIA. 1775. ME to whatever state the gods assign, F Yet vain, alas! that idle hope would be Her parent's will, regardless of her own, Is there whose faithful bosom can endure But, wretched rival! he must sigh to see Which fortune can inflict, or love ordain, A slave, devoted to inferior charms ? ODE SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN ON THE MARRIAGE OF A FRIEND. THE magic lyre, whose fascinating sound Seduced the savage monsters from their cave; Awake to sweeter sounds, thou magic lyre, From her sweet brow to chase the gloom of care, And flush her orient cheek with brighter joy, Lost and benighted, did my footsteps rove, Yet not the beaming eye, or placid brow, And nobler worth enslaves my vanquish'd heart; While vulgar passions - meteors of a day! Expire before the chilling blasts of age, Our holy flame, with pure and steady ray, Its glooms shall brighten, and its pangs assuage; By Virtue, sacred vestal, fed, shall shine And warm our fainting souls with energy divine. An abiding attachment for all the friends of his youth distinguished Cowper in every period of his life. During his early manhood, his most intimate associates were those of his class-fellows at Westminster, whom chance or professional study had settled again in the capital. Twenty or thirty years of sickness and seclusion seem to have wrought no change in his feelings here. We clearly see, from his letters, for instance, that Thurlow's temporary neglect of his first volume hurt him more deeply than even the inattention of the public. And where his judgment or opinion forbade him to commend, his heart refused to disapprove. A remarkable example of this occurs in his conduct on the trial of his old schoolfellow, Warren Hastings, when he sent privately, for publication in the newspapers, some touching lines, appealing to national generosity in favour of a more liberal treatment of the ex-governor-general, whom he had neither seen nor heard from since they had parted at Westminster. Of all these early friends, Cowper appears to have been attached to none more warmly than to Lloyd. To assist him in various literary undertakings, he is supposed to have written a number of pieces, both in prose and verse, which cannot now be identified. Besides the talents and amiable, though thoughtless, dispositions of Lloyd, many associations concurred to strengthen this connection. They had studied together under Lloyd's father, who officiated as usher and under master of Westminster for half a century. * At the period of which we now write, both cultivating similar tastes, and Cowper having leisure and ability thus to serve his friend, * In a translation of some later verses on the death of Dr Lloyd, who retired from Westminster on a pension from George III, the following notice is prefixed :— "I make no apology for the introduction of the following lines, (the original Latin,) though I never learned who wrote them. Their elegance will sufficiently recommend them to persons of classical taste and erudition, and I shall be happy if the English version that they have received from me be found not to dishonour them. Affection for the memory of the worthy man whom they celebrate, alone prompted me to this endeavour.-W. COWPER." |