In wild tumultuous roar; Fit emblem of the wrathful mind, To anger's tyrant fway confign'd, Unlike its placid form, ferene, That this may prove my bounteous fhare,. Afcends my ever conftant prayer, To thee, all perfect mind; O aid me in the arduous ftrife, Through each perplexing maze of life,, To all thy ways refign'dl: MR. ANSTEY ΤΟ DAVID GARRICK, ESQ. ON MEETING HIM AT A FRIEND'S HOUSE. THROUGH ev'ry part of grief or mirth, And claim'd you for her darling fon. But which fair nymph could justly boast Kind fortune threw me in your way; Where, 'midst the friendly joys that wait Freedom and genuine mirth I found, Sporting the jovial board around. 'Twas there, with keen, though polish'd, jest You fat, a pleas'd and pleasing guest; 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." TO THE MEMORY OF DAVID GARRICK, ESQ. JANUARY 20, 1779. THOU great reviver of the Attic fire; Thine was the power, and thine the gentle art, Learning and wit alike have bow'd the knee, THE FRIAR OF ORDERS GRAY. FIRST PUBLISHED BY MR. PERGY, Ir 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, But chiefly by his face and mien;- O Lady, he is dead and gone! Within thefe holy cloyfters long. Lamenting of a lady's love, And 'playning of her pride. Here bore him barefac'd on his bier And many a tear bedew'd his grave And art thou dead, thou gentle youth! And art thou dead and gone! And didft thou die for love of me Break, cruel heart offtone! |