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ON EDMUND D. OF BUCKINGHAM, Who died in the Nineteenth Year of his Age, 1735?:

F modest Youth, with cool Reflection crown'd,



Could save a Parent's justest Pride from fate,
Or add one Patriot to a sinking state;
This weeping marble had not ask'd thy Tear,
Or sadly told, how many Hopes lie here !
The living Virtue now had shone approv'd,
The Senate heard him, and his Country lov’d.
Yet softer Honours, and less noisy Fame
Attend the shade of gentle BUCKINGHAM:
In whom a Race, for Courage fam'd and Art,
Ends in the milder Merit of the Heart;
And Chiefs or Sages long to Britain giv'n,
Pays the last Tribute of a Saint to Heav'n.

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, keep:

In peace let one poor Poet sleep,
Who never flatter'd Folks like you:
Let Horace blush, and Virgil too.



NDER this Marble, or under this Sill,

Or under this Turf, or e'en what they will;
Whatever an Heir, or a Friend in his stead,
Or any good creature shall lay o'er my head,
Lies one who ne'er car'd, and still cares not a pin
What they said, or may say of the mortal within:
But, who living and dying, serene still and free,
Trusts in God, that as well as he was, he shall be.


1 Only son of John Sheffield, Duke of Buck- piece of bad taste was in contravention of Pope's : inghamshire, by Katharine Darnley, natural own desire as expressed in his will, where he i daughter of James II. Roscoe.

directs that only the date of his death, and his ? [These lines were placed by Warburton on age, should be inscribed on his tomb.] the monument erected by him to Pope in Twick- 3 [Imitated from Ariosto's epitaph on himenham Church, seventeen years after his death. self.] Mr Carruthers points out that this execrable



(ON THOMAS À KEMPIS, 1. 111. c. 2). [Done by the Author at twelve years old; and first published from the Caryll

Papers in the Athenaum, July 15th, 1854.]


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PEAK, Gracious Lord, oh, speak; thy Servant hears:

For I'm thy Servant and I'll still be so:
Speak words of Comfort in my willing Ears;

And since my Tongue is in thy praises slow,
And since that thine all Rhetoric exceeds:
Speak thou in words, but let me speak in deeds!
Nor speak alone, but give me grace to hear

What thy celestial Sweetness does impart;
Let it not stop when entered at the Ear,

But sink, and take deep rooting in my heart.
As the parch'd Earth drinks Rain (but grace afforc)
With such a Gustl will I receive thy word.
Nor with the Israelites shall I desire

Thy heav'nly word by Moses to receive,
Lest 'I should die: but Thou who didst inspire

Moses himself, speak Thou, that I may live.
Rather with Samuel I beseech with tears,
Speak, gracious Lord, oh, speak, thy servant hears.
Moses, indeed, may say the words, but Thou

Must give the Spirit, and the Life inspire;
Our Love to thee his fervent Breath may blow,

But 'tis thyself alone can give the fire :
Thou without them may'st speak and profit too;
But without thee what could the Prophets do?
They preach the Doctrine, but thou mak’st us do't;

They teach the mysteries thou dost open lay;
The trees they water, but thou giv'st the fruit;

They to Salvation show the arduous way,
But none but you can give us Strength to walk;
You give the Practice, they but give the Talk.
Let them be Silent then; and thou alone,

My God! speak comfort to my ravish'd ears;
Light of my eyes, my. Consolation,

Speak when thou wilt, for still thy Servant hears.
Whate'er thou speak’st, let this be understood :
Thy greater Glory, and my greater Good !

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[First published in Lintot's Miscellanies; avowed by Pope as written by him when fourteen years of age, in note to Dunciad, Bk. I. v. 181. Elkanah Settle, the city poet, and the Doeg of Absalom and Achitophel, had written a poem in celebration of the settlement of the crown on the house of Brunswick. Of this poem vv. 4 and 17–18 were afterwards, with slight alterations, inserted in the Dunciad as vv. 183—4 and 181—2 of Bk. 1.]

, EGONE, ye Critics, and restrain your spite,
The heaviest Muse the swiftest course has gone,
As clocks run fastest when most lead is on;
What tho' no bees around your cradle flew,
Nor on your lips distill’d their golden dew;
Yet have we oft discover'd in their stead
A swarm of drones that buzz'd about your head.
When you, like Orpheus, strike the warbling lyre,
Attentive blocks stand round you and admire.
Wit pass'd through thee no longer is the same,
As meat digested takes a diff'rent name;
But sense must sure thy safest plunder be,
Since no reprisals can be made on thee.
Thus thou may'st rise, and in thy daring flight
(Though ne'er so weighty) reach a wondrous height.
So, forced from engines, lead itself can fly,
And pond'rous slugs move nimbly through the sky.
Sure BAVIUS copied MÆVIUS to the full,
And CHÆRILUSI taught CODRUS to be dull;
Therefore, dear friend, at my advice give o'er
This needless labour; and contend no more
To prove a dull succession to be true,
Since 'tis enough we find it so in you.

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ARGUS. ‘Homer's account of Ulysses's dog Argus is the most pathetic imaginable, all the circumstances consider'd, and an excellent proof of the old bard's goodnature. Ulysses had left him at Ithaca when he embark'd for Troy, and found him at his return after twenty years (which by the way is not unnatural, as some critics have said, since I remember the dam of my dog was twenty-two years old when she died. May the omen of longevity prove fortunate to her successors !). You shall have it in verse.' Pope to H. Cromwell, Oct. 19, 1709.

THEN wise Ulysses, from his native coast

Long kept by wars, and long by tempests toss'd, ? Perhaps by Cherilus, the juvenile satirist master Catholic in poetry and opinions: Dryden. designed Flecknoe or Shadwell, who had re- D’Israeli, cited by Roscoe. ceived their immortality of Dulness from his

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Arriv'd at last, poor, old, disguis'd, alone,
To all his friends and ev'n his Queen unknown;
Chang'd as he was, with age, and toils, and cares,
Furrow'd his rev'rend face, and white his hairs,
In his own palace forc'd to ask his bread,
Scorn’d by those slaves his former bounty fed,
Forgot of all his own domestic crew :
The faithful dog alone his rightful master knew !
Unfed, unhous’d, neglected, on the clay,
Like an old servant, now cashier'd, he lay;
Touch'd with resentment of ungrateful man,
And longing to behold his ancient Lord again.
Him when he saw—he rose, and crawld to meet,
('Twas all he could) and fawn'd, and kiss'd his feet,
Seiz'd with dumb joy—then falling by his side,
Own'd his returning lord, look'd up, and died !





(LIB. X. Epigr. XXIII. Mentioned as Pope's 'imitation of Martin's epigram on Antonius Primus,' by Sir William Trumball, in a letter to Pope, Jan. 19, 1716.]

T length, my Friend, (while Time, with still career,

Wafts on his gentle wing his eightieth year?,)
Sees his past days safe out of Fortune's pow'r,
Nor dreads approaching Fate's uncertain hour;
Reviews. his life, and in the strict survey

Finds not one moment he could wish away,
Pleas’d with the series of each happy day.
Such, such a man extends his life's short space,
And from the goal again renews the race;
For he lives twice, who can at once employ
The present well, and ev'n the past enjoy.






And thou shalt live, for Buckingham commends.
Let Crowds of Critics now my verse assail,
Let Dennis write, and nameless numbers rail :
This more than pays whole years of thankless pain;
Time, health, and fortune are not lost in vain.
Sheffield approves, consenting Phoebus bends,
And I and Malice from this hour are friends.


1 How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of 2 The verses referred to are the commenyouth,

datory lines prefixed to Pope's poem by B. Stoln on his wing my three-and-twentieth year! Roscoe. [As to Sheffield, Duke of Buckingham

Milton's Sonnets. Carruthers. shire, see note to Essay on Criticism, v. 724.]


Obright is thy Beauty, so charming thy Song,

As had drawn both the Beasts and their Orpheus along;
But such is thy Ay'rice, and such is thy Pride,
That the Beasts must have starv'd, and the Poet have died.

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(SOMETIMES, but incorrectly, attributed to Swift.]

TRANGE! all this Difference should be

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EPITAPH. [IMITATED by Goldsmith in his Epitaph on Edward Purdon, "a bookseller's

TELL then, poor G- lies under Ground !

So there's an End of honest Jack.
So little Justice here he found,

'Tis ten to one he'll ne'er come back.


EPITAPH. [From the Latin on Joannes Mirandula3. The lines were afterwards applied by Pope to Lord Coningsby; as to whom cf. Moral Essays, Ep. III. v. 397.]

TERE Francis C-4 lies. Be civil;

The rest God knows—perhaps the Devil!




OW Europe's balanc'd, neither Side prevails;
For nothing's left in either of the Scales.

1 [Katharine Tofts first came before the public operatic characters) is described. She was marin 1703, as a singer of Italian and English, at the ried to a Mr Smith; and died in Italy in 1760. theatre in Lincoln's Inn Fields. Subsequently See Hogarth's Memoirs of the Musical Drama.) her rivalry with Margherita de l'Epine divided 2 (Giovanni Battista Bononcini's first English the public into an English and an Italian party, opera appeared in 1720; but he was at that time Hughes celebrated her as 'the British Tofts.' already well-known as the composer of Camilla. She retired from the stage in 1709, being then 3 Joannes jacet hic Mirandula ; cætera norunt under the influence of a mental malady. See the Et Tagus et Ganges-forsan et Antipodes Tatler, No. 23, where her insanity (which led 4 [Chartres.) her to identify herself with Camilla, one of her I'The Balance of Europe'is a term of which


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