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ADDRESSED TO, AND IN MEMORY OF,
[EXCEPT THE SECOND AND SIXTH, NONE OF THESE WERE EVER BEFORE COLLECTED.]
MR. GRAY, UPON HIS ODES.
BY DAVID GARRICK, ESQ.
REPINE not, Gray, that our weak dazzled eyes
Thy daring heights and brightness shun; How few can trace the eagle to the skies, Or, like him, gaze upon the sun!
Each gentle reader loves the gentle Muse,
No longer now from Learning's sacred store
No more the Stagyrite is law.
Tho' nurst by these, in vain thy Muse appears
Yet droop not, Gray, nor quit thy heaven-born art, Again thy wondrous powers reveal;
Wake slumbering Virtue in the Briton's heart, And rouse us to reflect and feel!
With ancient deeds our long chill'd bosoms fire,
ODE TO MR. GRAY,
THE BACKWARDNESS OF SPRING.
BY THE LATE MR. RICHARD WEST.
DEAR Gray, that always in my heart
Possessest far the better part,
What mean these sudden blasts that rise
Come, fairest Nymph, resume thy reign!