Poems, chiefly dramatic and lyric by the Revd. H. Boyd ... containing the following dramatic poems: The Helots, a tragedy, The Temple of Vesta, The Rivals, The Royal Message. Prize Poems, &c. &c |
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TO JOSEPH COOPER WALKER, ESQ. M. R. I. A.
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Poems, chiefly dramatic and lyric | ||
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TO JOSEPH COOPER WALKER, ESQ. M. R. I. A.
AND MEMBER OF THE ACADEMIES OF PERTH, CORTONA, AND ROME,
ON HIS EMBARKING FOR ITALY, 1791.
Sic te Diva potens Cypri
Sic fratres Helenæ, lucida Sidera
Ventorumque regat Pater, &c.
Hor. Lib. 1. Ode 3.
Sic fratres Helenæ, lucida Sidera
Ventorumque regat Pater, &c.
Hor. Lib. 1. Ode 3.
May the
twin sons of Music, and Empress of Love,
The genii of Eirin, preside o'er your way;
May your vessel be built from Calliope's grove,
And her sisters, turn'd sea-nymphs, the pageant convey.
The genii of Eirin, preside o'er your way;
May your vessel be built from Calliope's grove,
And her sisters, turn'd sea-nymphs, the pageant convey.
May the sovereign of storms, in his gloomy bastile,
Confine every gale, but the soft-breathing west,
Till gentle Parthenope lave the swift keel,
And the green shores of Italy hail their new guest.
Confine every gale, but the soft-breathing west,
Till gentle Parthenope lave the swift keel,
And the green shores of Italy hail their new guest.
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May the
minstrels of Eirin, from Lethe's lone strand,
By you re-conducted, to Virgil resign,
In a full sounding pæan, that elegant hand,
Whose well-woven chaplet their temples entwine!
By you re-conducted, to Virgil resign,
In a full sounding pæan, that elegant hand,
Whose well-woven chaplet their temples entwine!
For, not like a thoughtless, young spendthrift he goes,
For trifles, to barter his morals, or fame,
But to find, where the sisters of science repose
And relume on our shores, the Pierian flame.
For trifles, to barter his morals, or fame,
But to find, where the sisters of science repose
And relume on our shores, the Pierian flame.
The humblest of bards, but the warmest of friends,
For many a social, and classical day
This slender memorial of amity sends,
Where friendship, not genius, awakens the lay.
For many a social, and classical day
This slender memorial of amity sends,
Where friendship, not genius, awakens the lay.
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