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Retired from all the circles of the gay,
EPITAPH ON DR. JOHNSON.
HERE Johnson lies—a sage by all allow'd,
TO MISS CS, ON HER BIRTHDAY.
How many between east and west
Disgrace their parent earth,
The day that gave them birth !
Revolving months restore,
ADDRESSED TO LADY HESKETH.
This cap, that so stately appears,
With ribbon-bound tassel on higli, Which seems by the crest that it rears
Ambitious of brushing the sky : This cap to my cousin I owe,
She gave it, and gave me beside, Wreath'd into an elegant bow,
The ribbon with which it is tied.
This wheel-footed studying chair,
Contrived both for toil and repose, Wide-elbow'd, and wadded with hair,
In which I both scribble and dose, Bright-studded to dazzle the eyes,
And rival in lustre of that In which, or astronomy lies,
Fair Cassiopeia sat :
These carpets so soft to the foot,
Caledonia's traffic and pride! Oh spare them, ye knights of the boot,
Escaped from a cross-country ride! This table, and mirror within,
Secure from collision and dust, At which I oft shave cheek and chin, And periwig nicely adjust:
This moveable structure of shelves,
For its beauty admired and its use, And charged with octavos and twelves,
The gayest I had to produce ; Where, flaming in scarlet and gold,
My poems enchanted I view, And hope, in due time, to behold
My Iliad and Odyssey too:
This china, that decks the alcove,
Which here people call a buffet, But what the gods call it above
Has ne'er been reveal'd to us yet : These curtains, that keep the room warm
Or cool, as the season demands, Those stoves that for pattern and form
Seem the labour of Mulciber's hands :
All these are not half that I owe
To one, from our earliest youth, To me ever ready to show
Benignity, friendship, and truth; For Time, the destroyer declared
And foe of our perishing kind, If even her face he has spared,
Much less could he alter her mind.
Thus compass'd about with the goods
And chattels of leisure and ease, I indulge my poetical moods
In many such fancies as these ;
And fancies I fear they will seem
Poet's goods are not often so fine ;
When I sing of the splendour of mine.
LINES COMPOSED FOR A MEMORIAL OF
ASHLEY COWPER, ESQ.
IMMEDIATELY AFTER HIS DEATH, BY HIS NEPHEW
WILLIAM OF WESTON,
FAREWELL! endued with all that could
engage All hearts to love thee, both in youth and age! In prime of life, for sprightliness enrolld Among the gay, yet virtuous as the old ;
In life's last stage, (O blessings rarely found!) Pleasant as youth with all its blossoms crown'd; Through every period of this changeful state Unchanged thyself --wise, good, affectionate !
Marble may flatter, and lest this should seem O'ercharged with praises on so dear a theme, Although thy worth be more than half supprest, Love shall be satisfied, and veil the rest.