In wild tumultuous roar;

Fit emblem of the wrathful mind,

To anger's tyrant fway confign'd,
Where reafon rules no more.

Unlike its placid form, ferene,
When Zephyr breathing o'er the scene,
Sheds balmy peace around;

Blefs'd emblem of the conquering foul,
Whofe every paffion knows controul,
While confcious joys abound!

That this may prove my bounteous share, Afcends my ever conftant prayer,

To thee, all perfect mind;

O aid me in the arduous strife,

Through each perplexing maze of life,

To all thy ways refign'd!

MR.

ANSTEY

ΤΟ

DAVID GARRICK, ESQ

T

ON MEETING HIM AT A FRIEND'S HOUSE.

HROUGH ev'ry part of grief or mirth,
Το which the mimic ftage gives birth,
I ne'er as yet with truth could tell
Where moft your various pow'rs excel.
Sometimes, amidst the laughing scene,
Blith Comedy with jocund mien,
By you in livelier colours dreft,
With transport clafp'd you to her breaft:
As oft the bufkin'd Mufe appear'd,
With awful brow her fceptre rear'd;
Recounted all your laurels won,

And claim'd you for her darling fon.
Thus each contending goddefs ftrove,
And each the fairest garland wove.

But which fair nymph could justly boast
Her beauties had engag'd you moft,
I doubted much; 'till, t'other day,
Kind fortune threw me in your way;
Where, 'midst the friendly joys that wait
Philanders hofpitable gate,

*

* Rigby

Freedom and genuine mirth I found,

Sporting the jovial board around.

'Twas there, with keen, though polish'd, jeft
You fat, a pleas'd and pleafing gueft;
With focial ease a part fuftain'd

More humorous far than e'er you feign'd.
"Take him," I cry'd, “bright comic Maid,

"In all your native charms array'd;

"No longer fhall my doubts appear."

When Clio whisper'd in my ear,
"Go, bid it be no more difputed,

"For what his talents beft are fuited:

"In mimic characters alone

"Let others fhine-but Garrick in his own."

1

TO THE MEMORY OF

DAVID GARRICK, ESQ.

JANUARY 20, 1779.

THOU great reviver of the Attic fire;

Thou nobleft patron of the tuneful lyre!
Thine was the power, and thine the gentle art,

To fwell the paffions, and subdue the heart!

For thee, the fairest breaft has heav'd a figh,
And the tear ftaited from the brighteft eye!

Learning and wit alike have bow'd the knee,
And hermits left their cells to gaze on thee!
On thee shall charm'd remembrance love to reft;
Come every muse! and strive to praise him best!
For ah! my lute the tribute cannot pay,
And the big tear has blotted out the lay!
Ye skilful nine, who fhall the chaplet weave?
Hail his bright day!-nor mourn his tranquil eve!
Your Garrick hail!-he breathes, he lives again,
Lives in the thought, and breathes in every strain!
Triumphant fame enrols his acts on high,
And tells the mourner-Garrick cannot die!

THE

FRIAR OF ORDERS GRAY.

FIRST PUBLISHED BY MR. PERCY.

It was a friar of orders gray

Walk'd forth to tell his beads;

And he met with a lady fair
Clad in a pilgrim's weeds.

Now Chrift thee fave, thou reverend Friar,

I pray thee tell to me,

If ever at yon holy shrine

My true-love thou didst fee.

And how fhould I know your true-love

From many another one?

O by this cockle hat, and staff,
And by his fandal shoon.

But chiefly by his face and mien,
That were fo fair to view;
His flaxen locks that fweetly curl'd,
And eyne of lovely blue.

O Lady, he is dead and gone!
Lady he's dead and gone!
And at his head a green-grafs turf,
And at his heels a ftone.

Within thefe holy cloyfters long

He languifh'd and he dy'd, Lamenting of a lady's love, And 'playning of her pride.

Here bore him barefac❜d on his bier
Six proper youths and tall,

And many a tear bedew'd his grave
Within yon-kirk-yard wall.

And art thou dead, thou gentle youth! And art thou dead and gone!

And didft thou die for love of me

Break, cruel heart of ftone!