XII. INTENDED FOR SIR ISAAC NEWTON, ISAACUS NEWTONUS: Testantur Tempus, Natura, Cœlum: Hoc marmor fatetur. Nature and Nature's Laws lay hid in Night: XIII. ON DR FRANCIS ATTERBURY, Who died in Exile at Paris, 1732, (his only Daughter having expired in his arms, immediately after she arrived in France to see him3.) DIALOGUE 4. VES, we have liv'd-one pang, and then we part! Y Heavn, Father now have all thy Heart. Yet ah! how once we lov'd, remember still, Till you are dust like me. HE. Dear Shade! I will: He said, and died 5. XIV. ON EDMUND D. OF BUCKINGHAM, IF F modest Youth, with cool Reflection crown'd, 5 ΙΟ XV. FOR ONE WHO WOULD NOT BE BURIED IN HEROES, and KINGS! your distance keep: In peace let one poor Poet sleep, Who never flatter'd Folks like you: ANOTHER, ON THE SAME3. NDER this Marble, or under this Sill, UN Or under this Turf, or e'en what they will; 1 Only son of John Sheffield, Duke of Buckinghamshire, by Katharine Darnley, natural daughter of James II. Roscoe. [These lines were placed by Warburton on the monument erected by him to Pope in Twickenham Church, seventeen years after his death. Mr Carruthers points out that this execrable 5 piece of bad taste was in contravention of Pope's own desire as expressed in his will, where he directs that only the date of his death, and his age, should be inscribed on his tomb.] 3 [Imitated from Ariosto's epitaph on himself.] MISCELLANEOUS. A PARAPHRASE (ON THOMAS À KEMPIS, 1. III. c. 2). [Done by the Author at twelve years old; and first published from the Caryll Papers in the Athenæum, July 15th, 1854.] PEAK, Gracious Lord, oh, speak; thy Servant hears: For I'm thy Servant and I'll still be so: Speak words of Comfort in my willing Ears; And since that thine all Rhetoric exceeds: 5 Speak thou in words, but let me speak in deeds! Nor speak alone, but give me grace to hear Nor with the Israelites shall I desire my heart. Speak, gracious Lord, oh, speak, thy servant hears. IO 15 20 They preach the Doctrine, but thou mak'st us do't; 25 30 Let them be Silent then; and thou alone, My God! speak comfort to my ravish'd ears; Light of my eyes, my Consolation, Speak when thou wilt, for still thy Servant hears. Whate'er thou speak'st, let this be understood: 35 Thy greater Glory, and my greater Good! 1 [i. e. taste.] TO THE AUTHOR OF A POEM ENTITLED SUCCESSIO. [FIRST published in Lintot's Miscellanies; avowed by Pope as written by him when fourteen years of age, in note to Dunciad, Bk. I. v. 181. Elkanah Settle, the city poet, and the Doeg of Absalom and Achitophel, had written a poem in celebration of the settlement of the crown on the house of Brunswick. Of this poem vv. 4 and 17-18 were afterwards, with slight alterations, inserted in the Dunciad as vv. 183-4 and 1811-2 of Bk. 1.] EGONE, ye Critics, and restrain your spite, The heaviest Muse the swiftest course has gone, And pond'rous slugs move nimbly through the sky. ARGUS. 5 IO 15 20 'HOMER'S account of Ulysses's dog Argus is the most pathetic imaginable, all the circumstances consider'd, and an excellent proof of the old bard's goodnature. Ulysses had left him at Ithaca when he embark'd for Troy, and found him at his return after twenty years (which by the way is not unnatural, as some critics have said, since I remember the dam of my dog was twenty-two years old when she died. May the omen of longevity prove fortunate to her successors!). You shall have it in verse.' Pope to H. Cromwell, Oct. 19, 1709. THEN wise Ulysses, from his native coast WHEN Long kept by wars, and long by tempests toss'd, 1 Perhaps by Charilus, the juvenile satirist designed Flecknoe or Shadwell, who had received their immortality of Dulness from his master Catholic in poetry and opinions: Dryden. D'Israeli, cited by Roscoe. Arriv'd at last, poor, old, disguis'd, alone, To all his friends and ev'n his Queen unknown; In his own palace forc'd to ask his bread, The faithful dog alone his rightful master knew! 5 ΤΟ And longing to behold his ancient Lord again. Him when he saw-he rose, and crawl'd to meet, ('Twas all he could) and fawn'd, and kiss'd his feet, 15 IMITATION OF MARTIAL. [LIB. X. Epigr. XXIII. Mentioned as Pope's 'imitation of Martin's epigram on Antonius Primus,' by Sir William Trumball, in a letter to Pope, Jan. 19, 1716.] A was on his gentle wing his eightieth year, T length, my Friend, (while Time, with still career, Sees his past days safe out of Fortune's pow'r, OCCASIONED BY SOME VERSES OF HIS GRACE MUSE, 'tis enough; at length thy labour ends, And thou shalt live, for Buckingham commends. Let Crowds of Critics now my verse assail, This more than pays whole years of thankless pain; 1 How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, Stol'n on his wing my three-and-twentieth year! Milton's Sonnets. Carruthers. 5 2 The verses referred to are the commendatory lines prefixed to Pope's poem by B. Roscoe. [As to Sheffield, Duke of Buckinghamshire, see note to Essay on Criticism, v. 724.] |