I sooth, as humour prompts, my idle vein, NOTES. "And who, with pious hand, shall bring "To scatter o'er her hallow'd mold? "And who, while memory loves to dwell "Shall feel his heart with passion swell, "I DID IT : and, would fate allow, "Should visit still, should still deplore- "Take then, sweet maid! this simple strain, "Thy grave must then undeck'd remain, "And can thy soft persuasive look, Thy voice, that might with music vie, "Thy air, that every gazer took, Thy gay good-humour-Can they fade!' 210 Admission to the Album, or be seen, 215 In L's Review, or Urban's Magazine. 220 NOTES. "Perhaps but sorrow dims my eye : "Cold turf, which I no more must view, * Thrill'd, &c. "Bid the streamy lightnings fly, "Ne'er shalt thou know to sigh, "Or on a soft idea die, "Ne'er on a recollection grasp, -Ohe! jam satis est DELL. CRUS ANNA MAT. With thy own harmony, most sweet, most strong, 230 Burgoyne, perhaps, (n) unchill'd by creeping age, May yet arise, and vindicate the stage; The reign of nature and of sense restore, 235 And be-whatever Terence was before. And you, too, whole Menander!t who combine, With his pure language, and his flowing line, IMITATIONS. (n) Arguta meretrice potes, Davoque Chremeta Eludente senem, comis garrire libellos Unus vivorum, Fundani. NOTES. * Burgoyne.-See the note on v. 21. + And you, too, whole Menander, &c. O spem fallacem ! Our Menander has since "stolen an hour," (it would The SOUL of Comedy; may steal an hour And sweetly blend instruction with delight. (0) And yet Elfrida's bard, tho' time has shed The snow of age too deeply round his head, Feels the kind warmth, the fervour, which inspired His youthful breast, still glow uncheck'd, untired: And yet, tho' like the bird of eve, his song "Fit audience finds not" in the giddy throng, The notes, tho' artful wild, tho' numerous chaste, Fill with delight the sober ear of taste. 250 But these, and more I could with honour name, Too proud to stoop, like me, to vulgar game, Subjects, more worthy of their daring, chuse, And leave at large the abortions of the Muse. be injustice to suppose it more,) from public pursuits, and prostituted it to the re-production of a German sooterkin. Proud of their privilege, the innumerous spawn, 255 And swarm like Pharoah's frogs, in every room. NOTES. * Checked his wood-notes wild.- Ewanσavwv xoxolwr, ασονται κύκνοι. But this is better illustrated in a most elegant fable of Lessing, to which I despair of doing justice in a translation. "Du zürnest, Liebling der Musen," &c. &c. Thou art troubled, darling of the Muses, thou art troubled at the clamorous swarms of insects which infest ParO hear from me what once the nightingale heard nassus. from the shepherd. Sing then, said he to the silent songstress, one lovely evening in the spring, sing then, sweet nightingale! Alas! said the nightingale, the frogs croak so loud, that I have lost all desire to sing: dost thou not hear them? I do, indeed, replied the shepherd-but thy silence alone is the cause of it. "There's comfort yet!" |