STANZAS TO MR. BENTLEY.' A FRAGMENT. N filent gaze the tuneful choir among, admire, While Bentley leads her fifter-art along, And bids the pencil answer to the lyre. See, in their course, each tranfitory thought The tardy rhymes that used to linger on, And catch a luftre from his genuine flame. Ah! could they catch his strength, his easy grace, And Dryden's harmony submit to mine. But not to one in this benighted age That burns in Shakespeare's or in Milton's page, pomp and prodigality of heav'n. The As when confpiring in the diamond's blaze, And dazzle with a luxury of light. Enough for me, if to some feeling breast My lines a fecret fympathy "impart;" And as their pleasing influence " flows confest,” A figh of soft reflection "heaves the heart." *. SKETCH OF HIS OWN CHARACTER. WRITTEN IN 1761, AND FOUND IN ONE OF HIS POCKET-BOOKS. No 200 poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune; He had not the method of making a fortune: Could love, and could hate, fo was thought fomewhat odd; very great wit, he believed in a God: A post or a pension he did not defire, But left church and state to Charles Townshend and Squire. To start from short flumbers, and wifh for the morning To close my dull eyes when I fee it returning; Sighs fudden and frequent, looks ever dejected Words that fteal from my tongue, by no meaning connected! Ah! fay, fellow-fwains, how these symptoms befell me? They fmile, but reply not-Sure Delia will tell me! |