They'd fly to seek the next, who fill'd his place;
_Such_ are the men who learning's treasures guard,
_Such_ is their _practice_, such is their _reward_;
This _much_ at least we may presume to say,
Th' _reward's_ scarce equal, to the _price_ they _pay_.

1806.

[Footnote 6: Celebrated Critics.]

[Footnote 7: The present Greek Professor at Cambridge.]

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TO MARY, ON RECEIVING HER PICTURE.

1.

This faint resemblance of thy charms,
(Though strong as mortal art could give)
My constant heart of fear disarms,
Revives my hopes, and bids me live.

2.

Here I can trace the locks of gold,
Which round thy snowy forehead wave,
The cheeks which sprung from Beauty's mould,
The lips which made me _Beauty's_ slave.

3.

Here I can trace--ah no! that eye,
Whose azure floats in liquid fire,
Must all the painter's art defy,
And bid him from the task retire.

4.

Here I behold, its beauteous hue,
But where's the beam of soft desire?
Which gave a lustre to its blue,
Love, only love, could e'er inspire.

5.

Sweet copy! far more dear to me,
Lifeless, unfeeling as thou art,
Than all the living forms could be,
Save her, who plac'd thee next my heart.

6.

She plac'd it, sad with needless fear,
Lest time might shake my wavering soul,
Unconscious that her image there,
Held every sense in fast controul.

7.

Through hours, through years, through time 'twill cheer,
My hope in gloomy moments raise;
In life's last conflict 't'will appear,
And meet my fond, expiring gaze.

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ON THE DEATH OF MR. FOX, THE FOLLOWING ILLIBERAL IMPROMPTU APPEARED IN
THE MORNING POST.

"Our Nation's foes, lament on _Fox's_ death,
"But bless the hour, when PITT resign'd his breath;
"These feelings wide, let Sense and Truth unclue,
"We give the palm, where Justice points its due."

_To which the Author of these Pieces, sent the subjoined Reply, for
Insertion in the_ MORNING CHRONICLE.--

Oh! factious viper! whose envenom'd tooth,
Would mangle still the dead, in spite of truth,
What though our "nation's foes" lament the fate,
With generous feeling, of the good and great;
Shall therefore dastard tongues assail the name
Of him whose virtues claim eternal fame?
When PITT expired in plenitude of power,
Though ill success obscur