EXTEMPORANEOUS LINES, ON THE PICTURE OF LADY MARY W. MONTAGU, BY KNELLER. THE TO MR. GAY, WHO CONGRATULATED HIM ON FINISHING HIS HOUSE AND GARDENS. AH H, friend! 'tis true-this truth you lovers know- To sigh unheard in, to the passing winds? LINES WRITTEN IN WINDSOR FOREST. ["I arrived in the forest by Tuesday noon. I passed the rest of the day in those woods, where I have so often enjoyed a book and a friend; I made a hymn as I passed through, which ended with a sigh, that I will not tell you the meaning of."-Pope to Martha Blount.] LL hail, once pleasing, once inspiring shade! ALI Scene of my youthful loves and happier hours! And gently press'd my hand, and said "Be ours!— At Court thou may'st be liked, but nothing gain : ERINNA. THOUGH sprightly Sappho force our love and praise, The mild Erinna blushing in her bays. So while the sun's broad beam yet strikes the sight, Serene in virgin majesty she shines, And unobserved the glaring orb declines.1 ON HIS GROTTO AT TWICKENHAM, COMPOSED OF MARBLES, SPARS, GEMS, ORES, AND MINERALS. THOU HOU who shalt stop, where Thames' translucent wave Where lingering drops from mineral roofs distil, 1 [This simile the poet afterwards inserted in his Moral Essays, Er IV. Unpolish'd gems no ray on pride bestow, ON THE COUNTESS OF BURLINGTON CUTTING PALLAS grew vapourish once, and odd, She would not do the least right thing, Nor work, nor play, nor paint, nor sing. Jove frown'd, and, "Use," he cried, "those eyes Do something exquisite and wise-" She bow'd, obey'd him,-and cut paper. This vexing him who gave her birth, 1 After ver. 6, in the MS. "You see that island's wealth, where, only free, 2 In the MS. "To Wyndham's breast the patriot passions stole." [Warburton pointed out these variations, but there were others in this small piece, which seems to have been elaborated with great care. At first the poem opened with "O thou who stopp'st," &c.; the " Egerian grot," was "th' inspiring grot," and the allusion to Marchmont and Wyndham was, "Here stole the honest tear from Marchmont's eye, Here, Wyndham, thy last sighs for liberty." The first line recalls one in Samson Agonistes, where Milton has the hant wave."] WITH scornful mien, and various toss of air, Fantastic, vain, and insolently fair, She looks ambition, and she moves disdain. Be what she was, and charm mankind once more! 1 [Anna Maria Gumley, Mrs. Pulteney, was the daughter of John Gumley, of Isleworth, who had amassed a large fortune by carrying on a glass manufactory.] LINES ON A GROTTO AT CRUX-EASTON, HANTS. [Warton says this grotto was adorned with shell-work, and was constructed by the Misses Lisle, sisters of Dr. Lisle, Chaplain to the Factory at Smyrna.] HERE, shunning idleness at once and praise, This radiant pile nine rural sisters raise; But Fate disposed them in this humble sort, SONG, BY A PERSON OF QUALITY WRITTEN IN THE YEAR 1733. I. PLUTTERING spread thy purple pinions, II. Mild Arcadians, ever blooming, III. Thus the Cyprian goddess, weeping, IV. Cynthia, tune harmonious numbers; |