Emotions tender crowd the mind, "The Mighty fall'n on mount Gilbo.” Much furely was the virgin's joy, These heaven-born paffions, fuch defire, But often men mistake the way, Like your "Gilt Afs," who stood to bray, Till in a flame his tail he lost. Him th' incurious bencher hits, With his own tale, fo tight and clean, Old Chaucer, bard of vaft ingine; Blyth tales the best; had they heard thine On Lob, they 'd own themselves out-done. The The plot 's purfu'd with so much glee, Pope well defcrib'd an ombre game, You paint your parties, play each bowl, Yet I have pleas'd, and please the best; Ravish'd I heard th' harmonious fair Then faints were not fo bleft as I. In her the valu'd charms unite, She really is what all wou'd feem, Gracefully handfome, wife, and fweet; 'Tis merit to have her esteem. Your noble kinfman, her lov'd mate, Which has, and must have good effect. You both from one great lineage spring, Whichnour, he left to 's eldest son, From whom our Somer'le takes descent. On him and you may fate bestow O Sir! oblige the world, and fpread I cou'd * Since the writing of this ode, Mr. Somerville's poems are printed by Mr. Lintot in an 8vo. volume.-Somerville died, in 1742. This fuperior to Pope is allowed by Johnson "to write "well, for a gentleman." I cou'd enlarge;-but if I fhou'd On what you 've wrote, my ode wou'd run Too great a length; your thoughts fo crowd, To note them all I 'd ne'er have done. Accept this offering of a mufe, Who on her Pictland hills ne'er tires; Nor fhou'd, when worth invites, refuse To fing the person she admires. AN EPISTLE FROM MR SOMERVILLE. NEAR fair Avona's filver tide, But * Lord Somerville was pleafed to fend me his own picture, and Mr. Ramfay's Works. In 1730, Somerville concluded a bargain with James Lord Somerville, for the reverfion of his eftate at his death. His connection with Lord Somerville, probably occafioned his poetical correfpondence with Ramfay, who was patronized by that nobleman. |