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Enough for me, if to some feeling breast
My lines a secret sympathy impart ; And as their pleasing influence flows confess'd,
A sigh of soft reflection heave the heart'.
THYRSIS, when he left me, swore
In the spring he would return
And the bud that decks the thorn!
Why such unavailing haste ?
Provę not always winter pass’d.
AMATORY LINES 3. With beauty, with pleasure surrounded, to lan
guish Toweep without knowing the cause of my anguish: To start from short slumbers, and wish for the
morning; To close my dull eyes when I see it returning;
| The words in Italic were sapplied by Mr. Mason.
? Written, at the request of Miss Speed, to an old Air of Geminiani: the thought from the French.
3 This jeu d'esprit was found among the MSS. of Gray, and printed in a note in the second volume of Warton's edition of Pope.
Sighs sudden and frequent, looks ever dejected, Words that steal from my tongue, by no meaning
Ah, say, fellow swains, how these symptoms befell me? [me! They smile, but reply not-Sure Delia can tell
THUS Tophet look'd; so grinn'd the brawling fiend, Whilst frighted prelates bow'd, and call'd him friend.
Our mother-church, with half-averted sight, Blush'd as she bless'd her grisly proselyte; [ders, Hosannas rung through Hell's tremendous borAnd Satan's self had thoughts of taking orders.
SUGGESTED BY A VIEW, IN 1766, OF THE SEAT AND RUINS OF A DECEASED NOBLEMAN, AT KINGSGATE, KENT.
OLD, and abandon'd by each venal friend,
1 Mr. Etough, of Cambridge University, the person satirized, was as remarkable for the eccentricities of his character as for his personal appearance. A Mr. Tyson, of Bene't College, made an etching, of his head, and presented it to Mr. Gray, who embellished it with the above lines. Some information respecting Mr. Etough (who was rector of Therfield, Herts, and of Colmworth, Bedfordshire) may be found in the Gentleman's Magazine, vol. lvi. pp. 25, 281.
On this congenial spot he fix'd his choice: [sand; Earl Goodwin trembled for his neighbouring Here seagulls scream, and cormorants rejoice, And mariners, though shipwreck'd, dread to land.
Here reign the blustering North and blighting East,
Here mouldering fanes and battlements arise,
"Ah! (said the sighing peer) had B-te been true,
Purged by the sword, and purified by fire,
Then had we seen proud London's hated walls: Owls would have hooted in St. Peter's choir,
And foxes stunk and litter'd in St. Paul's.'
OR, THE CAMBRIDGE COURTSHIP'.
WHEN sly Jemmy Twitcher had smugg'd up his face,
With a lick of court whitewash and pious grimace,
Lord! sister (says Physic to Law), I declare, Such a sheep-biting look, such a pickpocket air! Not I for the Indies:-You know I'm no prude,— But his name is a shame,—and his eyes are so lewd! Then he shambles and straddles so oddly-I fearNo-at our time of life 'twould be silly, my dear.' 'I don't know (says Law), but methinks for his look
Tis just like the picture in Rochester's book; Then his character, Phyzzy,-his morals-his life
When she died, I can't tell, but he once had a wife.
Divinity heard, between waking and dozing, Her sisters denying, and Jemmy proposing:
1 This tart lampoon was written a short time previous to the election of high steward of the University of Cambridge, for which office the noble lord alluded to made an active
From table she rose, and, with bumper in hand, She stroked up her belly, and stroked down her band
"What a pother is here about wenching and roaring!
SKETCH OF HIS OWN CHARACTER'.
Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune;
No very great Wit, he believed in a God.
But left Church and State to Charles Townshend and Squire2.
This was written in 1761, and found in one of Mr. Gray's pocketbooks.
2 At that time Fellow of St. John's College, Cambridge, and afterwards Bishop of St. David's.