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Here (Thall he cry) once throng'd the young and gay,;
Here laugh'd and lung, and charm’d their cares away.
At inafs or play, unmask'd or mask'd the fame,
Love all their motive! pleasure all their aim!
Yet, in this whirlpool found the Arts a place,
And temples role, which ancient Rome might grace,
Deck'd with the spoils of many a falling pile,
That erst o'erlook'd the Bosphorus or Nile:
Statues, chat borrow'd life from Phydias' hand,
And palaces, by chatte Palladio plannid:
Models of taste! which Attic palms might win,
And with Lylippus cials a Sanlovin.
Oft have the curious of a distant foil,
Deriv'd new lights from learn'd Farfetti's toil:
Whose treasures, drawn from mines of classic earth,
Bespoke a spirit noble as his birth.
But humbled now the wonder of her age,
Sad proof of change, and Time's destructive rage!
Bare these canals to Alpine breezes lie;
Where row'd the stately barge the fishers ply:
Once more a village-- Venice all deplore-
She proves what Trieste may be, and Tadmor was before,

The METHOD of STUDIES for a YOUNG PAINTER.

[From Mr. Mason's Translation of Du Fresnoy's Art of Painting.)

1

HEN duly taught each geometric rule,

school,

The sculpcur'd reliques of her fkill survey,
Muse on by night, and imitate by day;
No rett, no pause, till all her graces known,
A happy habit makes each grace your own.

As years advance, to modern masters conie,
Gaze on their glories in majestic Rome;
Admire the proud productions of their skill
Which Verrice, Parma, and Bologna fill;
And, righily led by our perceptive lore,
Their style, their colouring, part by part explore,
See Raphael there his forms celestial trace,
Unrivallid lav'reign of the realms of Grace.
See Angelo, with energy divine,
Seize on the summit of correct delign.
Learn how, at Julio's birth, the Muses smil'd,
And in their mystic caveras nurs'd the child,
How, by th' Aonian powers their smile bestow'd,
His pencil with poetic fervor glow'd;

When

When faintly verse Apollo's charms convey'd,
He oped the shrine, and all the God display'd :
His triumphs more than mortal pomp adorns,
With more than mortal rage his battle burns,
His heroes, happy heirs of fav’ring fame,
More from his art than from their actions claim,

Bright, beyond all the rest, Correggio flings
His ample lights, and round them gently brings
The mingling made. In all his works we view
Grandeur of style, and chastity of hue.
Yet higher still

great

Titian dar'd to foar,
He reach'd the loftiest heights of colouring's power;
His friendly tints in happiett mixture flow,
His Mhades and lights their just gradations know,
He knew those dear delufions of the art,
That round, relieve, infpirit ev'ry part:
Hence deem'd divine, the world his merit own'd,
With riches loaded, and with honours crown'd.

From all their charms combin'd, with happy toil,
Did Annibal compose his wond'rous style:
O'er the fair fraud so close a veil is thrown,
That every borrow'd Grace becomes his own.

If then to praise like theirs your souls aspire,
Catch from their works a portion of their fire;
Revolve their labours ail, for all will teach,
Their finish'd picture, and their flightest sketch.
Yet more than these to Meditation's eyes
Great Nature's self redundantly fupplies :
Her presence, best of models! is the source
Whence Genius draws augmented power and force ;
Her precepts, best of teachers ! give the powers,
Whence Art, by practice, to perfection foars.

COMPLAINT of POETRY's not being encouraged in the Present

AGE.

(From Mr. Pye's Progress of Refinement.]

UT ah! while thus the Arts inferior train

Thrive in the sunshine of a George's reign ;
Sweet Poefy, whose sacred powers exceed
The sculptor's chisel, and the painter's reed,
Whose pen has Virtue's moral shape defign'd,
And drawn the immortal image of the mind,
Whose magic sounds to melody dispense
The flowers of fancy, and the force of sense;
Sweet Poefy, neglected and forlorn,
The feeble rays of patronage must mourn.

RY. By wealth or wisdom placed in bappier state Tho' a bold few disdain to court the great ; Tho' Malon frame the warm descriptive lay, Or strike the lyre with Pindar, and with Gray; Tho' listening Harmony with raptured ear Attentive ftand, the enchanting notes to hear, As failing on the rainbow-tinctured wings Of chalte Imagination, Hayley sings : In plaintive trains at fighing friendship's call 'Thotunesul Seward mourn her André's fall, And wrap the felon cord that closed his breath In radiant Glory's amaranthine wreath; Tho' Warton, young-eyed Fancy's favorite child, On whose auspicious birth the Muses smil'd, And taught his glowing colours to pourtray The rural landscape, and the vernal day, With claffic art his flowing numbers fill, And join the critic's to the poet's skill ; Yet as with streaming eye the forrowing Muse Pale Chatterton's untimely urn bedews, Her accents Mall arraign the partial care That ihielded not her lon from cold despair : And many a bard by frowning Fortune led To abject interest bows the venal head, Compell’d to point with cruel wit the dart That wing'd by malice rives the blameless heart, Or ideot pride by llavish notes to raise, And cast to swine the precious gems of praise.

O let, imperial George! the Muses thare The kindly dews of thy parental care. Too oft has Poesy with servile aim By tyrants favour'd, sung a tyrant's fame. O let one monarch wake her nobler rage, And consecrate to truth her holy page! Raised by thy hand, I see on Albion's plain The seeds of Grecian glory bloom again! See Genius plume once more her eagle wing, Hear other Homers, other Shakspeares fing! And while their voice down Time's eternal flood Wafts the clear honours of the wise and good, Ages unborn Mall bless the just decree, And future heroes owe their fame to thee.

PRAISE of

POETRY. [From Mr. COLMAN's Translation of Horace's Epistle to the

Piros. ]

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THE barb'rous natives of the shaggy wood

From horrible repasts, and acts of blood,
Orpheus, a priest, and heav'nly teacher brought,
And all the charities of nature taught :
Whence he was said fierce tigers to allay,
And fing the Savage Lion from his prey.
Within the hollow of Amphion 's thell
Such pow'rs of found were lodg'd, so sweet a spell !
That stones were said to move, and at his call,
Charın'd to his purpole, form'd the Theban wall.

The love of moral wisdom to infuse
These were the labours of the Ancient Muse.
• To mark the limits, where the barriers stood
'Twixt private in'treft, and the public good;
To raise a pale, and firmly to maintain
The bound, that sever'd sacred from prophane;
To fhew the ills promiscuous love should dread,
And teach the laws of the connubial bed ;
Mankind dispers’d, to social towns to draw;
And on the Sacred tablet grave the law."
Thus faine and honour crown'd the Poet's line ;
His work immortal, and himself divine !

Next lofty Homer, and Tyrtzus strung
Their epick harps, and songs of glory sung :
Sounding a charge, and calling to the war
The souls that bravely feel, and nobly dare.

In verse the Oracles their sense made known,
In verle the road and rule of life is shewn;
Verse to the Poet royal favour brings,
And leads the Muses to the throne of kings;
Verse too, the varied scene and sports prepares,
Brings rest to toil, and balm to all our cares.
Deem then with rev’rence of the glorious fire,
Breath'd by the Muse, the mistress of the Lyre !
Blush not to own her pow'r, her glorious flame;
Nor think Apollo, Lord of long, thy shame!

ADVICE to a YOUNG GENTLEMAN at WINCHESTER School.

[From Dí. Dtscán's Moral Hints to the rising Generation.)
ROUSE thenexere they talents, meiner weak;

Nor 'mid the fons of dulness doom'd to sneak,
Get learning ; 'tis the grace of Science fair,
That gives the lib'ral mind it's noblest air.
Ger Knowledge : it ensures enjoyment true,
Fit self esteem, a claim to rev'rence due.
Get Wisdom : in her train the virtues fine,
Thy guides, with Hope and Faith, to bliss divine.
Get Wisdom.- Arduous aim !-Not hopeless. Run.
Begin. Half-ended is the race begun.
Fleet, ev'n at starting for the victor's meed,
Fly, the whole courle is glowing; fleeter speed.
The stripling drone, for life a driv'ler, ends
A shame, a burthen to himself and friends.
Blank as decrepitude shall youth flit by,
Manhood, uninark'd by one flight merit, dye.
Lo! yon dull clown, bends o'er his fork, demurs,
Yawns, liftlefs eves the gliding stream, nor stirs ;
But waits it's gliding off, that gliding still
From ages, co luceedent ages

will.

As idly toil these dolts, in chace as vain
Of air-guilt bubbles, pleasure, grandeur, gain.
Ill does an earth-worm's offal, thy pursuit,
Bale worldling, a celestial spirit fuit ;
Born to hold commerce with it's kindred skies,
From strength to Itrength to glory born to rise. -

" Who talks of spirit ? All corporeal grown,
“ Each thinks of seeming now, of being none,
" A brilliant equipage, a modish wife,
“ The flutter, noise, and outside glare of life.
“ In building, gard'ning, fordid is the plan,
6 That suits the rank and fortune of the man;
“ A bjeet the taste, that stoops to things of use.
“ Poor the best-order'd board, if not profuse.'

Rare noftrums ihese, to heal a fev'rish heart!
A&t thou the rational, the decent part,
Which truth, pure nature, and religion trace,
With moral 'dignity, with manly grace ;
Fair Virtue's offspring, Pleasure, lovely ward
Of Heav'n-taught Wisdom, shall thy truth reward,
With Grandeur, Gain, unsullied as the ray,
That gilds yon sky-topt dome in cloudless day;

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