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to his personal character, he is said to have been a man of gay conversation, at least a temperate lover of wine and company, and in his domestick relations without censure.
THE two Poems which follow would have been inserted in the Collection, if the compilers could have obtained copies of them. To complete the poetical works of Tickell, they are here copied from the “ Select Collection of “ Miscellany Poems, 1780."
OXFORD, A POEM #, INSCRIBED TO "LORD LONSDALE, 1707.
“ Unum opus est intactæ Palladis urbem
WHILST you, my Lord, adorn that stately seat,
i Richard, second lord viscount Lonsdale. He died of the small-pox, Dec. 1, 1713. N.
bine To pay due homage to the mighty Nine, And snatch, with smiling joy, the laurel crown, Due to the learned honours of the gown. Here I, the meanest of the tuneful throng, Delude the time with an unhallow'd song,
* Sir John Lowther, one of the early promoters of the Reo volution, was constituted vice-chamberlain to King William apd Queen Mary on their advancement to the throne; created baron Lowther and viscount Lonsdale May 28, 1696; and appointed lord privy seal in 1699. He died July 19, 2:700. N.
Which thus 'my thanks to much-lov'd Oxford
pays, In no ungrateful, though. unartful lays.
Where shall I first the beauteous scene disclose, And all the gay variety expose ? For wherefoe'er I turn my wondering eyes, Aspiring towers and verdant groves arise, Immortal greens the smiling plains array, And mazy rivers murmur all the way. O! might your eyes behold each sparkling
dome, And freely o'er the beauteous prospect roam, Less ravish'd your own Lowther you'd survey, Though pomp and state the costly feat display, Where Art fo nicely has adorn’d the place, That Nature's aid might seem an useless grace; Yet Nature's smiles such various charms impart, That vain and needless are the strokes of Art. In equal state our rising structures shine, Fram'd by such rules, and form’d by such design, That here, at once surpriz'd and pleas'd, we
view Old Athens lost and conquer'd in the new,
More sweet our fades, more fit our bright-
* Sir John Vanbrugh. N.