POE BY M S WILLIAM BROOME, LL.D. Chaplain to the Right Honourable CHARLES Lord CORNWALLIS, Baron of Eye. ADDITIONS and ALTERATIONS, Made by the Author in 1743, but not copied in the Edition of 1750. B To the Right Honourable CHARLES, Lord Viscount TOWNSHEND; Late one of his Majefty's Principal Secretaries of State, and Knight of the Moft Noble Order of the Garter, &c. I MY LORD, Beg leave to publish the following poems under your patronage: A prefent, I confefs, unworthy of it, and of little value, excepting what gratitude gives it: But, I fear, it may be esteemed a boast rather than an acknowledgement, or at best, an oftentatious kind of gratitude, to tell the world that I have received the highest obligations from the Lord Townshend: It is an honour to be regarded by a person of so distinguished a character I am proud of it, and, not being of a nature to be content with a filent gratitude, am not deterred from owning it, though it be liable to be mifcalled vanity. You have, my Lord, the happiness to enjoy what that great statesman Walfingham, who held the fame office which you fill with fo much honour, frequently wished, : but never obtained; a retirement from bufinefs in the declenfion of life, to enjoy age in peace and tranquillity this last action speaks you truly great; for that person who, by a voluntary retreat, could induftriously renounce all the grandeur of the world, muft evidently have a foul above it. Tully in his Tufculum was never more happy, than the Lord Townshend in his Rainham, Where majestically plain "Pure Nature reigns, where varied views from views "Diffufive profpects yield *: here fhagg'd with woods, "Here rich with harveft, and there white with flocks, "And all the gay horizon smiles around Full of thy Genius! Lo! between yon groves “The dome with easy grandeur, like the foul "Of its great master, rifing overlooks eye "The fubject regions, and commands the charms "Of many a pleafing landskip, to the "Delightful change! here groves of loftieft shade "Wave their proud tops, and form of statelieft view "A fylvan theatre! while Nature's hand "Pours forth profufe, o'er hill, o'er vale, o'er lawn, "Her choiceft bleffings: See! where yonder lake Ef Spreads its wide liquid plain: now ftands unmov'd "Pure as th' expanfe of heaven, and heaven reflects "From its broad-glittering mirrour; now with waves * See Mr. Thomfon's excellent poems. "Curl'd |
