Henry James Pye

T. B., "Farringdon Hill. Addressed to Henry James Pye, Esq. Poet Laureat" Daily Advertiser (22 February 1804).

Though Pye, at the stream of fam'd Helicon's spring,
Of Poesy drinking his fill,
Has attun'd the same lay, I more feebly will sing
The praises of Farringdon Hill.

Thro' earth's wide domain were I freely to rove,
In search of retirement still,
To think of my Friend, and the Girl I most love,
I'd fix upon Farringdon Hill.

Many like a cascade, and esteem it divine
To list the brook's murmuring rill,
More soothing the wind sighing thro' each tall pine
That grows upon Farringdon Hill.

Shepherd Paris on Ida, as old Poets say,
Saw each beauty celestial at will;
But let me view the charms of the fair Nymphs who stray
O'er the verdure of Farringdon Hill.

So expansive the view, so salubrious the gale,
That with sickness or anguish, though ill,
Health and peace soon return, if the patient inhale
The breezes on Farringdon Hill.

Where, when summer impels to the sweet cooling shade,
(Wou'd fate this petition fulfil!)
I'd twine arms with Patty, and hear the dear maid
Say "I love thee," on Farringdon Hill.

* The Ancestors of Mr. PYE can be traced in Farringdon Church for upwards of 300 years since. The present Poet-Laureat, whose name is adored in the place, has written a Poem called Farringdon Hill, which is justly admired for a happy combination of poetical genius and elegant simplicity.