Yet, let not canker"d Calumny a.s.sail, [viii]
Or round her statesman wind her gloomy veil.
FOX! o"er whose corse a mourning world must weep, Whose dear remains in honour"d marble sleep; For whom, at last, e"en hostile nations groan, While friends and foes, alike, his talents own.--[ix]
Fox! shall, in Britain"s future annals, shine, Nor e"en to PITT, the patriot"s "palm" resign; Which Envy, wearing Candour"s sacred mask, For PITT, and PITT alone, has dar"d to ask. [x]
(Southwell, Oct., 1806. [1])
[Footnote 1: The stanza on the death of Fox appeared in the _Morning Post_, September 26, 1806.]
[Footnote 2: This MS. is preserved at Newstead.]
[Footnote i:
_The subjoined Reply._
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[Footnote ii:
_Would mangle, still, the dead, in spite of truth._
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[Footnote iii:
_Shall, therefore, dastard tongues a.s.sail the name Of him, whose virtues claim eternal fame?_
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[Footnote iv: _And all his errors._--[4to] ]
[Footnote v: _He died, an Atlas bending "neath the weight Of cares oppressing our unhappy state.
But lo! another Hercules appeared._
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[Footnote vi:
_He too is dead who still our England propp"d With him our fast reviving hopes have dropp"d._
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[Footnote vii: _And give the palm._ [4to] ]
[Footnote viii:
_But let not canker"d Calumny a.s.sail And round.--
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[Footnote ix: _And friends and foes._ [4to] ]
[Footnote x: "--would dare to ask." [410]]
TO A LADY WHO PRESENTED TO THE AUTHOR A LOCK OF HAIR BRAIDED WITH HIS OWN, AND APPOINTED A NIGHT IN DECEMBER TO MEET HIM IN THE GARDEN. [1]
These locks, which fondly thus entwine, In firmer chains our hearts confine, Than all th" unmeaning protestations Which swell with nonsense, love orations.
Our love is fix"d, I think we"ve prov"d it; Nor time, nor place, nor art have mov"d it; Then wherefore should we sigh and whine, With groundless jealousy repine; With silly whims, and fancies frantic, Merely to make our love romantic?
Why should you weep, like _Lydia Languish_, And fret with self-created anguish?
Or doom the lover you have chosen, On winter nights to sigh half frozen; In leafless shades, to sue for pardon, Only because the scene"s a garden?
For gardens seem, by one consent, (Since Shakespeare set the precedent; Since Juliet first declar"d her pa.s.sion) To form the place of a.s.signation.
Oh! would some modern muse inspire, And seat her by a _sea-coal_ fire; Or had the bard at Christmas written, And laid the scene of love in Britain; He surely, in commiseration, Had chang"d the place of declaration.
In Italy, I"ve no objection, Warm nights are proper for reflection; But here our climate is so rigid, That love itself, is rather frigid: Think on our chilly situation, And curb this rage for imitation.
Then let us meet, as oft we"ve done, Beneath the influence of the sun; Or, if at midnight I must meet you, Within your mansion let me greet you: [i.]
"There", we can love for hours together, Much better, in such snowy weather, Than plac"d in all th" Arcadian groves, That ever witness"d rural loves; "Then", if my pa.s.sion fail to please, [ii.]
Next night I"ll be content to freeze; No more I"ll give a loose to laughter, But curse my fate, for ever after. [2]
[Footnote 1: These lines are addressed to the same Mary referred to in the lines beginning, "This faint resemblance of thy charms." ("Vide ante", p. 32.)]
[Footnote 2: In the above little piece the author has been accused by some "candid readers" of introducing the name of a lady [Julia Leacroft] from whom he was some hundred miles distant at the time this was written; and poor Juliet, who has slept so long in "the tomb of all the Capulets," has been converted, with a trifling alteration of her name, into an English damsel, walking in a garden of their own creation, during the month of "December", in a village where the author never pa.s.sed a winter. Such has been the candour of some ingenious critics. We would advise these "liberal" commentators on taste and arbiters of decorum to read "Shakespeare".
Having heard that a very severe and indelicate censure has been pa.s.sed on the above poem, I beg leave to reply in a quotation from an admired work, "Carr"s Stranger in France".--"As we were contemplating a painting on a large scale, in which, among other figures, is the uncovered whole length of a warrior, a prudish-looking lady, who seemed to have touched the age of desperation, after having attentively surveyed it through her gla.s.s, observed to her party that there was a great deal of indecorum in that picture. Madame S. shrewdly whispered in my ear "that the indecorum was in the remark.""--[Ed. 1803, cap. xvi, p.
171. Compare the note on verses addressed "To a Knot of Ungenerous Critics," p. 213.]]
[Footnote i:
"Oh! let me in your chamber greet you."
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[Footnote ii:
"There if my pa.s.sion"