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Vain wilh, in Lethe's gulf, by Taste abhorr’d, : : .
The literary sculptor's kind record : é ... :-
Of works his judgment knew fo well to prize,
Untimely funk, and never more to rise. :1
But here let gratitude your merit speak,
Thou learned Roman, and thou faithful Greek !
Who ’mid the wrecks of time conspicuous stand,
Still holding light with a benignant hand,
To guide those fond advent'rers on their way
Who would the wasted scenes of ancient art survey. 410
Pliny ! whose active, comprehensive mind
The richest map of Nature's realms design’d,
Well haft thou mingled in thy mighty plan
Sketches of arts that soften savage man !
Thy studies on thy country's rugged breast
Enlighten’d passion for those arts impress’d.
Though modern arrogance, with envious aim,
Has toil'd to undermine thy solid fame,
Nature and Truth may yet, in thee, commend
Their lively eulogist, their liberal friend; 420
And Taste with grateful joy thy page explore iii For rich Antiquity's recover'd store. :
...!:. There her loft wonders seem again to live, che There fresh delight to Fancy's eye they give';', ...;) Like phantoms, rais’d in magic's ample bower, '.' With all the fplendor of departed power *.
To one, less apt with warm applause to speak, i ! Minutely faithful, though a rambling Greek, 17!... To thee, Pausanias! let me juftly raise A column, deck'd with plenitude of praise ?. . Proportion’d to inestimable aid, And copious light with modest care display'd! : ...' Taste, .by thy guidance, ftill has power to rove . Through ancient Sculpture’s consecrated grove. . : Delightful traveller through Talent's clime! .. 'Twas not thy lot to view its graceful prime : : Yet, nobly careful of its glories paft, 'Twas thy brave aim to make its glories last;
And Time shall honour, as his years increase,
Thy Panorama of enchanting Greece *. ' 440
. And you, .ye moderns ! whose fond toils display
Art's ancient powers in Learning's bright array-..
You, whose enlighten'd minds affift my lays; : ;
Friends of my verse ! accept its friendly praise l...
Sage Palatine ! whose foul of temp’rate fire !...
No toils could daunt, and no researches tire :
Accomplish'd Junius ! who, in Britain's ifle; .
Wer't pleas’d to bask in bright Protection's smile ; "
And noble Arundel's regard to share
With those fine Arts that boast his lib’ral care. 450
With Erudition's ample aid, 'twas thine
To form a portrait of antique design,
Bright as the image of elaborate skill, ... i
Where blended stones the fine mosaic fill; :3.
Where richest marbles all their tints unité, ?: ; ; .
And varied splendor fascinates the fight. ;77:
In thy vast work rare proof of patient toil, silk":
That glean’d from every age its spotless spoil;:;.
There breathes a warm benignity of foul, .. .
And moral beauty decorates the whole *.. : 460
of kindred spirit, in a later age, : :
See gentle Guasco, in a friendly page, ...
To touch a brother's heart with tender joy, i
On Sculpture's powers his pensive mind employ!
As April drops soon thicken to a shower,
The sprightly comment of a vacant hour
Grew a rich work, where truth and taste have shown
How life deriv’d from Art'a nobler tone; . .;. .
Where lovely Sculpture ihines benignly bright
In mild Philosophy's endearing light. . . 470
Alas! while Fame expects the volume penn'd'
By high-fould Montesquieu’s attractive friend,
Calamity, that strikes Ambition mute,
Obstructs the writer in his dear pursuit ! ..::,!
His injur'd eyes in cruel quiet close,
And sink from glorious toil to dark repose *.
While Art deplor’d her suffering friend's retreat,
Griev'd to resign an eulogist so sweet,
Her loss fee Learning hasten to repay
With richer Aoods of intellectual day!
She, potent guide of each aspiring mind
That aims to please and benefit mankind —
She, in a petty cell of German duft,
Taught youthful Genius in her aid to trust;
Break his just way through Poverty's base bar,
And vault victorious into Glory's car.
Yes, fervid Winkelman ! this praise is thine,
Thou bold enthusiast of a heart benign!
Nature exults to mark thy happier course,
And the fair triumph of thy mental force ;
Though Fortune blended thy rare lot to fill,
As for the Grecian bard, extremes of good and ill.