So in a fpicy cloud our fouls fhall blend, Affume the Phoenix' form, and heav'n's high vault afcend. *

TO A LADY,

WHO DESIRED THE AUTHOR то WRITE A FEW

STANZAS ON THE BIRTH OF THE

PRESENT

LORD VISCOUNT MOLYNEUX, ELDEST SON OF
THE EARL OF SEFTON.

YOU urge me, Julia, not to lofe
So fit a fubject for my mufe,

As Sefton's accouchement;

When you command, fublimer fires
Than those the loftieft mufe infpires,
Might raise the poet's fong:

II.

But who can look upon that face,

Hear fo much fenfe, view fo much grace,

Yet tune a diftant lay!

The ancients fuppofed the incorruptible spirit of their heroes to take its flight from the fummit of the funeral pile to the regions above, in form of fome large bird, commonly held to be an eagle. His Lordship here testifies a sublime presentiment of his apotheofis.

ΤΟ

To chace thy image from the thought,
Is, of all leffons I've been taught,
The hardest to obey !

III.

Prophetic muft I tell this boy
"Shall live to fame-shall live to joy
"The Phoenix of his days!

"In courts, like former Stanhopes, fhine;
"Voluptuous as the Grafton line, *
"And in as various ways?

IV.

66 Beyond his father as to head;
"But fill'd his arms, and fill'd his bed,
"With the fame store of fweets;
"Not, like his grandfire, ftand in need
"Of ambergreafe, or melon feed!"
(Poor, artificial heats!)

V.

"Wish him estrang'd from babling jades,
"From canting wives, defponding maids,
"Who goffip far and near,

"And, when dull truth fupplies no more,
"With venom'd falfehoods (many a score!)
"Be-mischief all they hear !"

Ifabella, Countess of Sefton, third daughter of William,

Earl of Harrington, by Caroline, daughter of Charles, the late Duke of Grafton,

VI.

To me this infant is unknown;
But, once a goddess I was fhewn,

The picture of this mother;
Her brat had o'er its eyes a band,
Blue wings, and arrows in its hand,
I ne'er faw fuch another!

- VII.

He was, tho' nurs'd in pleasure's lap,
Sole cause of all my worst mishap!
A moft bewitching elf!

If this with him fhould correfpond,
In pity, ah! be e'er fo fond,

But-keep him to yourself!

ON LADY T- AT BATH.

BY THE EARL OF BATH.

PHYSIC each morn is T's care,
Each night he plays a pool;
One helps her to an elbow chair,
The other to a stool.

ODE

O DE

TO LADY ISABELLA

DAY.

STANHOPE, ON HER BIRTH WRITTEN IN 1769.

BY THE RIGHT HON. TEMPLE LUTTRELL.

Cangia-cangia configlio Pazzarella che fei. TAS.AMIN,

Se fapeffi una volta

Qual è gratia, eventura

L'effer amato il poffedere amando

Un riamante core,

So ben' io, che direfti

Dolce vita amorofa

Perche si tardi nel mio cor venifti ?"

GUAR. PASTOR-FIDO

I.

WHILE fome vain mufe, deluded with the zeal,

Which youthful bards infpir'd by beauty feel,

Her festive garland brings,

Suffer, dear girl, one fober friend,

His cyprefs with those flow'rs to blend;

Attentive as he fings!

Come, let's lament the jocund days are past, Lament whole years have run their course so fast, And that thy peerless charms have but few more to

laft:

Third daughter of the Earl of Harrington.

When

When this the language of the town, "Can nothing but an Earl go down? "I tremble left her bloom should fade, "And, after all, the die a maid !"

II.

Sure, in fair Albion's land, was never feen
A ftatelier form-a more majestic mein;
Limbs of fuch cast as thine;

Features thou haft of chastest mould,
Lips that make Archer's look too cold,
In fpite of their carmine.

Not Bunb'ry's cheek boasts more becoming hue
Complexion thou haft paragon'd by few;

;

A countenance as fweet as either Forbes *or Crewe:
How evidently thro' the cloaths

That pulpy thig its ripeness thews ;
Can pins restrain thy wanton breast?
It heaves, and thou art half undrefs'd.

III.

Yet know the full blown flow'r is fhortly clos'd:
Fruits when mature, to the first guft expos'd,
Fall tafteless and decay;

Soon shall that bosom, flush'd with pride,
Abafh'd-its little rofes hide-

Its lilies die away.

Forbes, now Counters of Granard.

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