See there-amidst the crowds our view But those fo throng'd, and these fo few, Yet, through this cloud of human-kind, The Pitts, the Yorkes, the Seckers find, ODE TO JOHN PITT, Esq. On the fame Subject. O'ER curious models as you rove The vales with piles to crown, And great Palladio's plans improve O bid a structure o'er the floods Th' afcending breeze, at each repast, Or thefe low pleasures we may quit For banquets more refin'd, The works of each immortal wit, The luxury of the mind. Plato, Plato, or Boyle's, or Newton's page, Or with amusive thoughts the Sea Where, like fworn foes, fucceffive all, Where, like our moderns fo profound, The fkuttles caft their ink around To puzzle the dispute. Where fharks, like fhrewd directors, thrive, Like lawyers, rob at will; Like foldiers, fword-fifh kill. Where on the less the greater feed, The tyrants of an hour, Till the huge royal whale fucceed, And all at once devour. Thus in the mortal world we now Too truly understand, Each monster of the fea below Is match'd by one at land. ON BL ON MRS. WALKER'S POEMS. Particularly that on the Author. LUSH, Wilmot, blush; a female Mufe, The tender theme of love purfues In fofter ftrains than thine. "Tis thine the paffion to blafpheme, Then be to her the prize decreed, Since Phoebus quite forgetful grows, Since of your rights he takes no care, Ye Priors, Popes, and Gays; "Tis hard! -but let the women wear The breeches and the bays. VERSES VERSES ON A FLOWERED CARPET. Worked by the Young Ladies at Kingston. HEN Pallas faw the piece her pupils wrought, WH She flood long wondering at the lovely draught: "And, Flora, now (fhe cried) no more display Thy flowers, the trifling beauties of a day: For fee! how thefe with life immortal bloom, And spread and flourish for an age to come! In what unguarded hour did I impart To thefe fair virgins all my darling art? In all my wit I faw thefe rivals fhine, But this one art I thought was always mine: Yet lo! I yield; their mistress now no more, But proud to learn from these I taught before. For look, what vegetable fenfe is here! How warm with life these blushing leaves appear! What temper'd fplendors o'er the piece are laid! Shade steals on light, and light dies into shade. Through heaven's gay bow lefs various beauties run, And far less bright, though painted by the fun. See in each blooming flower what spirit glows! What vivid colours flush the opening rofe! In fome few hours thy lily disappears; But this fhall flourish through a length of years, See unfelt winters pass fucceffive by, And scorn a mean dependence on the sky. VOL. LII. I And And oh! may Britain, by my counsels sway'd, To works more fair and durable than thine; VERSES ON A FLOWERED CARPET. On this fair ground, with ravish'd eyes, We fee a fecond Eden rife, As gay and glorious as the firft, Before th' offending world was curft. While these bright nymphs the needle guide, To paint the rose in all her pride, Nature, like her, may blush to own Herself fo far by art out-done. Thefe flowers fhe rais'd with all her care, So blooming, fo divinely fair! The glorious children of the fun, ON |