The Works of the Right Honourable Sir Chas. Hanbury Williams ... From the Originals in the Possession of His Grandson The Right Hon. The Earl of Essex and Others: With Notes by Horace Walpole ... In Three Volumes, with Portraits |
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A NEW ODE.
Quis multa gracilis te puer in rosa
Perfusus liquidis urguet odoribus
Grato, Pyrrha, sub antro?
Hor. Od. 5, Lib. i.
Perfusus liquidis urguet odoribus
Grato, Pyrrha, sub antro?
Hor. Od. 5, Lib. i.
WHAT (good Lord Bath) prim patriot now,
With courtly graces woes thee?
And from St. Stephen's Chapel to
The House of Lords pursues thee?
With courtly graces woes thee?
And from St. Stephen's Chapel to
The House of Lords pursues thee?
How gay and debonnair you're grown!
How pleas'd with what is past!
Your title has your judgment shown,
And choice of friends your taste.
How pleas'd with what is past!
Your title has your judgment shown,
And choice of friends your taste.
With sparkling wits to entertain
Yourself and your good Countess,
You've hit on sweet-lip'd Harry Vane
And high-bred Harry Furnese.
Yourself and your good Countess,
You've hit on sweet-lip'd Harry Vane
And high-bred Harry Furnese.
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But to direct th' affairs of state,
What geniuses you've taken?
Their talents, like their virtues, great!
Or all the world's mistaken.
What geniuses you've taken?
Their talents, like their virtues, great!
Or all the world's mistaken.
The task was something hard, 'tis true,
Which you had on your hands,
So, to please Prince and people too,
You wisely pitched on Sands.
Which you had on your hands,
So, to please Prince and people too,
You wisely pitched on Sands.
O Britain! never any thing
Could so exactly hit ye:
His mien and manners charm'd the King
His parts amaz'd the City.
Could so exactly hit ye:
His mien and manners charm'd the King
His parts amaz'd the City.
But, to make all things of a piece,
And end as you begun;
To find a genius such as his,
What was there to be done?
And end as you begun;
To find a genius such as his,
What was there to be done?
O where—where were they to be found?
Such stars but rare appear!
Dart not their rays on every ground,
Gild ev'ry hemisphere.
Such stars but rare appear!
Dart not their rays on every ground,
Gild ev'ry hemisphere.
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But you with astronomic eyes,
Not Tycho Brahe's more true,
From far spy'd some bright orbs arise,
And brought them to our view.
Not Tycho Brahe's more true,
From far spy'd some bright orbs arise,
And brought them to our view.
Sir John's clear head and sense profound,
Blaz'd out in Parliament,
Gibbon, for eloquence renown'd,
To grace the court you sent.
Blaz'd out in Parliament,
Gibbon, for eloquence renown'd,
To grace the court you sent.
To these congenial souls you join'd
Some more, as choice and proper,
Bright Bootle? darling of mankind!
Good Limerick and sage Hooper.
Some more, as choice and proper,
Bright Bootle? darling of mankind!
Good Limerick and sage Hooper.
Such virtue and such wisdom shone,
In ev'ry chosen spirit!
All men at least this truth must own,
Your nice regard to merit!
In ev'ry chosen spirit!
All men at least this truth must own,
Your nice regard to merit!
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What pray'rs and praise to you belong,
For this blest reformation!
Thou joy of ev'ry heart and tongue!
Thou saviour of the nation!
For this blest reformation!
Thou joy of ev'ry heart and tongue!
Thou saviour of the nation!
O Walpole, Walpole, blush for shame,
With all your tools around you!
Does not each glorious patriot name,
Quite dazzle and confound you?
With all your tools around you!
Does not each glorious patriot name,
Quite dazzle and confound you?
Had you sought out this patriot race,
Triumphant still you'd been;
By only putting them in place,
You had yourself kept in.
Triumphant still you'd been;
By only putting them in place,
You had yourself kept in.
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