In Storms fublime the daring WILSON foars, And on the blafted Oak his mimic Lightning pours: APOLLO triumphs in his flaming fkies, And claffic Beauties in his fcenes arife. 241 Thy Graces, HUMPHREYS, and thy Colours clear, From Miniature's fmall circle disappear: 245 250 She pays, Nor, if her favour'd hand may hope to shed Thy Talents, HOGARTH! will fhe leave unfung; * The Pomp of Folly, and the Shame of Vice, 260 * Ver. 255 See NOTE LI. Reach'd Reach'd thro' the laughing Eye the mended Mind, And moral Humour sportive Art refin'd. While fleeting Manners, as minutely fhewn As the clear profpect on the mirror thrown ; And dreft in all the dyes of comic wit; While these, in FIELDING's page, delight fupply, Science with grief beheld thy drooping age Fall the fad victim of a Poet's rage: But Wit's vindictive spleen, that mocks controul, This, both in Bards and Painters, Fame forgives; 265 270 Still many a Painter, not of humble Name, 275 Appears the tribute of applause to claim; Who paints, with Energy and Softness join'd, The fond Emotions of the female Mind; 289 And CIPRIANI, whom the Loves furround, And ZAFFANI, whofe faithful colours give Each, while those scenes her loft delight restore, Almoft forgets her Garrick is no more. 285 290 O'er these I pass reluctant, leaft too long The Muse diffusely spin a tedious Song. Yet one short pause, ye Pow'rs of Verse, allow 295 To afk a Wreath where Flowers immortal bloom. Colours her Infect works with niceft care, Nor better forms, to please the curious eye, Boaft not an air more exquifite than thine. 300 Soft Beauty's charms thy happiest works exprefs, 305 For her thy care has to perfection brought Th' uncertain toil, with anxious trouble fraught; Thy Thy colour'd Crystal, at her fond defire, Draws deathlefs Luftre from the dang'rous Fire, 310 While Admiration views, with raptur'd eye, This wifh, my ROMNEY, from the pureft fource, 315 Has Reason's Warrant, join'd to Friendship's Force. For Genius breath'd into thy infant Frame The vital Spirit of his facred Flame, Which frequent mifts of Diffidence o'ercloud, Which forms the Artist of the nobleft kind; 320 That fond Ambition, which bestows on Art 325 Each talent of the Mind, and paffion of the Heart; That dauntless Patience, which all toil defies, Nor feels the labour while it views the prize. From these fair feeds has call'd the op'ning flow'r; Round Round Fancy's circle when thy Pencil Aies, With what terrific pomp thy Spectres rife! What luft of mischief marks thy Witch's form, 335 340 While on the LAPLAND Rock fhe fwells the storm! 345 Still may thy Powers in full exertion blaze, And Time revere them with unrivall'd praise ! 350 May Art, in honour of a Son like thee, So juftly daring, with a foul fo free, Each feparate Province to thy care commend, And all her Glories in thy Pencil blend ! 355 With mighty ANGELO's fublimer Line; CORREGIO'S |