In wild tumultuous roar;
Fit emblem of the wrathful mind,
To anger's tyrant sway confign'd,
Where reafon rules no more.
Unlike its placid form, ferene,
When Zephyr breathing o'er the scene,.
Sheds balmy peace around;
Bless'd emblem of the conquering foul,,
Whofe every pafflon knows controul,
While confcious joys abound!
That this may prove my bounteous share,.
Afcends my ever conftant prayer,
To thee, all perfect mind;
O aid me in the arduous strife,
Through each perplexing maze of life,
To all thy ways resign'd!
DAVID GARRICK, ESQ.
ON MEETING HIM AT A FRIEND'S HOUSE.
THROUGH ev'ry part of grief or mirth,
To which the mimic stage gives birth,
I ne'er as yet with truth could tell
Where most your various pow'rs excel.
Sometimes, amidst the laughing scene,
Blith Comedy with jocund mien,
By you in livelier colours dreft,
With transport clafp'd you to her breast:
As oft the buskin'd Muse appear'd,
With awful brow her fceptre rear'd;
Recounted all your laurels won,
And claim'd you for her darling fon.
Thus each contending goddess strove,
And each the fairest garland wove.
But which fair nymph could justly boaft
Her beauties had engag'd you moft,
I-doubted much; 'till, t'other day,
Kind fortune threw me in your way;
Where, 'midst the friendly joys that wait
Philander's
Freedom and genuine mirth I found,
Sporting the jovial board around.
'Twas there, with keen, though polish'd, jeft
You fat, a pleas'd and pleasing guest;
With focial ease a part sustain'd
More humorous far than e'er you feign'd.
"Take him," I cry'd, " bright comic Maid,
"In all your native charms array'd;
"No longer shall my doubts appear."
When Clio whisper'd in my ear,
"Go, bid it be no more difputed,
"For what his talents best are suited:
"In mimic characters alone
"Let others shine---but Garrick in his own."
THOU great reviver of the Attic fire;
Thou noblest patron of the tuneful lyre!
Thine was the power, and thine the gentle art,
To fwell the paffions, and fubdue the heart!
For thee, the fairest breast has heav'd a figh,
And the tear started from the brightest eye!
Learning and wit alike have bow'd the knee,
And hermits left their cells to gaze on thee!
On thee shall charm'd remembrance love to reft;
Come every muse! and strive to praise him best!
For ah! my lute the tribute cannot pay,
And the big tear has blotted out the lay!
Ye skilful nine, who shall the chaplet weave?
Hail his bright day!---nor mourn his tranquil evel
Your Garrick hail!--he breathes,--he lives again,
Lives in the thought, and breathes in every strain!
Triumphant fame enrols his acts on high,
And tells the mourner---Garrick cannot die!
FIRST PUBLISHED BY MR. PERGY.
It was a friar of orders gray
Walk'd forth to tell his beads;
And he met with a lady fair
Clad in a pilgrim's weeds.
Now Chrift thee save, thou reverend Friar,
I pray thee tell to me,
If ever at yon holy shrine
My true-love thou didst sec.
And how should I know your true-love
From many another one?
O by this cockle hat, and staff,
And by his fandal fhoon.
But chiefly by his face and mien,
That were fo fair to view;
His flaxen locks that sweetly curl'd,.
And eyne of lovely blue.
O Lady, he his dead and gone!
Lady, he's dead and gone!
And at his head a green-grass turf,
And at his heels a stone.
Within these holy cloysters long.
He languish'd and he dy'd,
Lamenting of a lady's love,
And 'playning of her pride.
Here bore him barefac'd on his bier
Six proper youths and tall,
And many a tear bedew'd his grave
Within yon kirk-yard wall.
And art thou dead, thou gentle youth!
And art thou dead and gone!
And didft thou die for love of me
Break, cruel heart of ftone!
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