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ODE XIX. THE APOLOGY.

Pastoral, and Elegy, and Ode!
‘Who hopes, by these, applause to gain,
‘Believe me, Friend, may hope in vain—
‘These classic things are not the mode;
‘Our taste polite, so much refin'd,
‘Demands a strain of different kind.
‘Go, court the Muse of Chevy Chace,
‘To tell in Sternhold's simple rhymes
‘Some tale of ancient English times;
‘Or try to win rude Satire's grace,
‘That Scold, who dirt around her throws,
‘And many a random stain bestows.

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‘Or dull trite thoughts in songs combine,
‘And bid the tuneful accents fall,
‘To wake the echoes of Vauxhall;
‘Or tow'rds the Stage thy thoughts incline,
‘And furnish some half-pilfer'd play,
‘To shine the meteor of the day.’
O! no—tho' such the crowd amuse,
And peals of noisy praise procure;
Will they the critic eye endure,
And pass the ordeal of Reviews?
And who is he for whom they'll gain
A nich in Fame's immortal fane?
The plan that Virgil's choice could claim,
The plan that Horace deign'd to chuse,
Trust me, I wish not to refuse:—
To Akenside's or Shenstone's name
The praise that future days shall pay,
Methinks may well content my lay.