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How precious gems enrich each sparkling line, Add sun to sun, and from thy fancy shine ! 2. Here rocks of diamond blaze in broken ray, | a And'sanguine rubies shed a blushing day;7 c- Blue shining sapphires a gay heaven unfold;" And topaz lightens like transparent gold; to- of evening tinct pale amethists are seeii,I ~ Andemeralds paint their languid beams with green? • While the clear opal courts the rural sight il & And rains a shower of many-color'd light: - Your sky-dipp'd pencil adds the proper glow, Stains each bright stone, and lets their lustre flow,”, Tempers the colors shifting from each beam, And bids them flash in one continued stream. .

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* So have I seen the florid rainbow rise,
In braided colors o'er the watery skies,
Where drops of light alternate fall away,
And fainting gleams in gradual dies decay;
But thrown together the broad arch displays
One tide of glory ! one collected blaze!

Where may those numbers find thee now retir’dt
What lawn or grove is by the Muse admir'd 2,
Dost thou in Stowe's delightful gardens stray,
Or in the glooms of Doddington delay:
There sweet embower'd some favorite author read,
Or breathe the breezes of thy native Tweed;
On her cool border rest reclin’d a while,

Mindful of Forbes, and of thy own Argyle :
Ol thou that only in this garb could'st please,
And bring me over to commend thy lays,
Where rhyme is wanting, but where fancy shines,
And bursts like ripen'd ore above the mines: **
Enjoy thy genius, glory in thy choice,
Whose Roman freedom has Roscommon’s voiee.

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SINce all the din of war begins to cease,
And Britain's harrass'd sons expect a peace,
Since now her prudent senators design
To change their laurels for the Gallic vine,
To view less horrid scenes of death prepare
The painted terrors of a theatre;
Where Mars still rages in the Poet's lines,
Where the swoln flood still reeks in warlike rhymes,
Where cannons but in loud descriptions roar,
Nor wave in echoes frightful to the shore; ze
Where the shrill trumpet’s clangor charms the ear,
And beauteous circles, without trembling, hear
The loud-mouth'd thunder of a fancied war;
If by an unfeign'd wound some hero dies,
Love shoots the guilty darts from their too murderous
eyes. -

Nigh where, as when on Naseby's fatal plains,
The brazen steed the royal martyr reins,
A convent once (if we may credit Fame,
And still the garden keeps its ancient name)
A convent once there stood, a strućture made --
To shun the world, where now the world is play'd :
How decently 'twas built, what sins t” atone,
What order fill'd the place, is yet unknown.
Perhaps the spot where now stands Powell's stage,
Where Punch chastises spouse with prompted rage,
Was then some Friar's cell, where all unseen ** *
The pious Father fed his sacred spleen; Zoo
Nor Fiends nor Witches then were seen to fly,
While Priests and holy-water were so nigh.
No Lovers there in rhyme rehears'd their moan, 3 a
But if a sigh was heard, 'twas penitence alone. _-

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At length the world broke-in, and now the Player
Attracts the Beau, the Critic, and the Fair;
Ev’n in the place which once the Monk possess'd
(Strange shift of scenes 1) fat Dominic's the jest. *

Sweet is the florish when the curtain draws, -
Sweet is the crowded theatre's applause; ! /
Sweet are the strains when billing Lovers parle, zo- *
But rough the cat-call and the Critic's snarl. g-
Rough was the language, unadorn'd the stage, 2.
And mean his hero's dress in Shakspere's age :
No scepter'd Kings in royal robes were seen,
Scarce could her guard defend their tinsel'd Queen,

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Scarce could the house contain the listening shoal,
Scarce had the mimic thunder room to roll; ~
But then wives, subjects, friends, ’tis sung, were true,
And beaux (if such in England were) were few :
Rare were their follies: this the moderns found,
And prudently, since knaves and sots abound,
Since crimes enlarge, and fopperies prevail, $o
Enlarg’d the stage, which ought to be their flail,
Now soars the theatre, a stately pile, ~
Itself an emblem of the tragic style,
Firm to its base, yet lofty to the sight,
Lofty, yet each way equal to its height, -
Plain as the shepherd-nymph in russet weeds,
Yet graceful as the actresses it breeds:
Each meanest objećt props the main design,
Art, Nature, Use, and Ornament combine.

Here wreath'd Apollo with his heavenly lyre 42.
Inflames the Muses with poetic fire, -
Their tuneful strains the jocund Muses sing,
And tributary Bards their incense bring;
The God, with pleasing looks and crowns of bays,
Smiles on their labors, and rewards their lays,

Here have I seen (and oh the pleasing sight!)
Love, Hate, and Fury, in their truest light;
Here, when his crimes in public glar'd, I’ve seen
The blushing letcher curse the babbling scene,
Whilst he whom conscious Innocence Secures,
Unless when Virtue wrongs or scorn endures,

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