TO MR. GARRICK, ON SHAKSPEARE'S BIRTH DAY. -Kings for such a name would wish to die.” Daughters of harmony, a lay To Shakspeare's, who but Garrick ? United we, his worth to praise, Alone in native majesty, He stands confess'd, like that fam'd tree Unfading blossoms blooming. The glances of his mental eye Dame Nature round surveying; Thus clad, she gratefully declar'd A fav'rite next to thee, Whom tell-tale time should Garrick name, Of Shakspeare's jubilee. Milton. Untouch'd and sacred be thy shrine, Th' alchymic tonch, enquiry vain, His golden lines at once could gain A truth which each succeeding scribe Swear, as I may for one. THOU SOFT FLOWING AVON. By Mr. Garrick. Thou soft-flowing Avon, by thy silver stream, The love-stricken maiden, the soft-sighing swain, Here youth shall be fam'd for their love and their truth. Flow on, silver Avon! in song ever flow, Be the swans on thy bosom still whiter than snow, Ever full be thy stream, like his fame may it spread, For hallow'd the turf is which pillow'd his head. A SONG. To arms! ye brave mortals, to arms! Away! ye brave mortals, away! 'Tis Nature calls on you to save her; What man but would Nature obey, And fight for her Shakspeare for ever! SONG. Thrice happy the nation that Shakspeare has charm'd, His Genius calls From highest to lowest, from old to the young, To praise him ye fairies and genii repair, He knew where ye haunted, in earth and in air: STRATFORD FESTIVAL, 1830. SCHEME OF THE GRAND CONCERT, TO BE PERFORMED AT THE SHAKSPEARE HALL, ON SATURDAY MORNING, APRIL 24, 1830. Tickets of Admission, price 5s. Doors opened at Half-past One o'Clock; Concert to commence at Two precisely. PRINTED BY J. SHARP, COURIER-OFFICE, LEAMINGTON. CHR "His heart, dear Mars, We must have that between us: Have courage tall I can't deny its meetness! E'en female love and sweetness." Oh, Sweet Shakspeare, &c. Then Wisdom's maid, But ever fresh and charming.) And energy alarming; That so in debt None else should get, Protesting as she shut it in, As fine a head to put it in. Oh, sweet Shakspeare, &c. The god of Wit To dissipate Spleen's tumour. And Momus added Humour : Jove shook his head, "Superior power is needing; I've doubled each preceding." Immortal Willy Shakspeare! In spite of odds Contriv'd to make a Shakspeare. |