POETRY. 431
A bough of power not lefs divine,
O rauch-learn'd Warburton ! is thine :
Which thou from that fair f tree didft pull,
"Whofe heav'n'y fruit thou lov'ft to cull :
Hence hell's thick glonm thou couldft pervade^
Without the Sybil's potent aid.
Each myftic fc^ne there comprehend.
And trace their latent caufe and end !
And hencp, *hile wanting this fure guide.
Others in darknefs wander'd wide.
And truth from error could not fee.
But all was doub' and myftery.
To thy enlighten'd mind alone
The mylleries themfelves i| were none.
The folloiving Verfes, dropt in Mr. Garrick'j Temple of Shake/fear, at Ha'7ipton, are /aid to hanje heen nuritten by a Gentleman, iJjho/e poetical fioduclions have been 'very dejewedj admired,
WHILE here to Shaiiesp-ar Garrick pays His tributary thanks and pr^-ife. Invokes the animated ftone. To make the poet's mind his own; That he each charafter may trace With humour, dignity, and grace. And mark, unerring mark, to men. The rich creation of his pen :
Prefer'd the pray'r — the marble god, Methinks I fee affenting nod ; And pointing to his laurel'd brow, Cry^" Half this wreath to you I owe. Loft to the (lage, and loft to fame, Murder'd my fcenes, fcarce known my name. Sunk in oblivion and difgrace Among the common fcribblir.g race, Unrotic'd long thy Shakefpear lay, T o Dulnefs and to Time a prey j But lo ! I rife. I brea:he, I live In you, my reprefentative ! Again the hero's brealt I fire. Again the tender lign inlpire. Each fide, again, with laughter fhake. And teach the villain's heart to quake ; All this, my fon, again 1 do, I,— —no, my fon — 'tis I and You."
Whilft thus the grateful ftatue fpeaks, A blufti o'erfpreads the fuppliant's cheeks :
f Of Knowledge, alluded to above, Ij Vide DliTertatloti.
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