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Giovanni Battista Manso Marquis of Villa is an Italian Nobleman of the highest estimation among his countrymen for Genius Literature and military accomplishments To Him Torquato Tasso addressed his Dialogue on Friendship for he was much the friend of Tasso who has also celebrated him among the other princes of his country in his poem entitled Jerusalem Conquered Book XX	A
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Among cavaliers magnanimous and courteous	A
Manso is resplendent	B
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During the Author's stay at Naples he received at the hands of the Marquis a thousand kind offices and civilities and desirous not to appear ungrateful sent him this poem a short time before his departure from that city	C
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These verses also to thy praise the Nine	D
Oh Manso happy in that theme design	D
For Gallus and Maecenas gone they see	C
None such besides or whom they love as Thee	C
And if my verse may give the meed of fame	E
Thine too shall prove an everlasting name	E
Already such it shines in Tasso's page	F
For thou wast Tasso's friend from age to age	F
And next the Muse consign'd not unaware	G
How high the charge Marini to thy care	G
Who singing to the nymphs Adonis' praise	A
Boasts thee the patron of his copious lays	A
To thee alone the Poet would entrust	H
His latest vows to thee alone his dust	H
And Thou with punctual piety hast paid	I
In labour'd brass thy tribute to his shade	I
Nor this contented thee but lest the grave	J
Should aught absorb of their's which thou could'st save	J
All future ages thou has deign'd to teach	K
The life lot genius character of each	K
Eloquent as the Carian sage who true	L
To his great theme the Life of Homer drew	L
I therefore though a stranger youth who come	M
Chill'd by rude blasts that freeze my Northern home	N
Thee dear to Clio confident proclaim	E
And Thine for Phoebus' sake a deathless name	E
Nor Thou so kind wilt view with scornful eye	O
A Muse scarce rear'd beneath our sullen sky	O
Who fears not indiscrete as she is young	P
To seek in Latium hearers of her song	Q
We too where Thames with his unsullied waves	A
The tresses of the blue hair'd Ocean laves	A
Hear oft by night or slumb'ring seem to hear	R
O'er his wide stream the swan's voice warbling clear	S
And we could boast a Tityrus of yore	T
Who trod a welcome guest your happy shore	T
Yes dreary as we own our Northern clime	E
E'en we to Phoebus raise the polish'd rhyme	E
We too serve Phoebus Phoebus has receiv'd	U
If legends old may claim to be believ'd	U
No sordid gifts from us the golden ear	R
The burnish'd apple ruddiest of the year	S
The fragrant crocus and to grace his fane	V
Fair damsels chosen from the Druid train	V
Druids our native bards in ancient time	E
Who Gods and Heroes prais'd in hallow'd rhyme	E
Hence often as the maids of Greece surround	W
Apollo's shrine with hymns of festive sound	W
They name the virgins who arriv'd of yore	T
With British off'rings on the Delian shore	T
Loxo from Giant Corineus sprung	P
Upis on whose blest lips the Future hung	P
And Hecaerge with the golden hair	G
All deck'd with Pic'ish hues and all with bosoms bare	G
Thou therefore happy Sage whatever clime	E
Shall ring with Tasso's praise in after time	E
Or with Marini's shalt be known their friend	X
And with an equal flight to fame ascend	X
The world shall hear how Phoebus and the Nine	D
Were inmates once and willing guests of thine	D
Yet Phoebus when of old constrain'd to roam	E
The earth an exile from his heav'nly home	E
Enter'd no willing guest Admetus' door	T
Though Hercules had enter'd there before	T
But gentle Chiron's cave was near a scene	Y
Of rural peace clothed with perpetual green	Y
And thither oft as respite he requir'd	Z
From rustic clamours loud the God retir'd	A2
There many a time on Peneus' bank reclin'd	B2
At some oak's root with ivy thick entwin'd	B2
Won by his hospitable friend's desire	C2
He sooth'd his pains of exile with the lyre	D2
Then shook the hills then trembled Peneus' shore	T
Nor Oeta felt his load of forests more	T
The upland elms descended to the plain	V
And soften'd lynxes wonder'd at the strain	V
Well may we think O dear to all above	E2
Thy birth distinguish'd by the smile of Jove	E2
And that Apollo shed his kindliest pow'r	F2
And Maia's son on that propitious hour	C2
Since only minds so born can comprehend	X
A poet's worth or yield that worth a friend	X
Hence on thy yet unfaded cheek appears	A
The ling'ring freshness of thy greener years	A
Hence in thy front and features we admire	D2
Nature unwither'd and a mind entire	C2
Oh might so true a friend to me belong	Q
So skill'd to grace the votaries of song	Q
Should I recall hereafter into rhyme	E
The kings and heroes of my native clime	E
Arthur the chief who even now prepares	A
In subterraneous being future wars	A
With all his martial Knights to be restor'd	G2
Each to his seat around the fed'ral board	G2
And Oh if spirit fail me not disperse	A
Our Saxon plund'rers in triumphant verse	A
Then after all when with the Past content	H2
A life I finish not in silence spent	H2
Should he kind mourner o'er my deathbed bend	X
I shall but need to say Be yet my friend	X
He faithful to my dust with kind concern	I2
Shal place it gently in a modest urn	I2
He too perhaps shall bid the marble breathe	J2
To honour me and with the graceful wreath	K2
Or of Parnassus or the Paphian isle	L2
Shall bind my brows but I shall rest the while	L2
Then also if the fruits of Faith endure	M2
And Virtue's promis'd recompense be sure	M2
Borne to those seats to which the blest aspire	D2
By purity of soul and virtuous fire	C2
These rites as Fate permits I shall survey	E2
With eyes illumin'd by celestial day	E2
And ev'ry cloud from my pure spirit driv'n	I2
Joy in the bright beatitude of Heav'n	I2

William Cowper

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