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 THE 
 
 PREFACE. 
 
 "^'1'THEN firft I was folicited to pub- 
 W ^i^ ^ Collection of Poems, I by no 
 means could be prevailed upon to think 
 it would anfwer, and therefore gave up (for 
 a time) all thoughts of fuch an under- 
 taking confcious it mull be attended with 
 fome trouble and nneafinefs ; at lafl after 
 many various and repeated folicitations, I 
 promifed, and have now undertaken a piece 
 of work I little dreamed of. 
 
 Moft of the pieces contained in this little 
 volume, are originals, and that molt admi- 
 rably beautiful Poem, on the death of a 
 Young Lady, by Mr. Seiaw, is inferted 
 at the very particular requtft of a moft 
 intimate friend to whom I have been un- 
 der repeated obligations. 
 
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 iv PREFACE. 
 
 Should this my attempt be fo happy as 
 to amufe for a fingle half hour the end 
 will be then fully anfwered. 
 
 I cannot pafs over this little Preface, 
 without acknowledging in the moft grate- 
 ful terms my unfeigned thanks to thofe 
 friends who have fo liberally fupported me 
 in my fubfcription ; I think myfelf highly 
 honored by their names, and am with the 
 utmofl fervency, 
 
 their much obliged, 
 
 humble fervant, 
 
 HULL, Charlotte Beverley.
 
 A N 
 
 ACROSTIC, 
 
 T O 
 
 Mifs BEVERLEY, 
 
 ON HER INTENDED PUBLICATION^ 
 
 M adam, I wifli you much fuccefs, 
 
 I n your commencing Authorefs ; 
 
 S o give me leave, thus t' addrefs you, 
 
 S uch terms. I hope^ wont diftrefs you, 
 
 B egin, t' invoke ! the Mufe's aid, 
 
 E 'en when your fubjeft's ready made : 
 
 V cry fubmifhvely compofe, 
 
 E nough of preface, .verfe or profe. 
 
 R emcmbcr, don't provoke th' Critic, 
 L cave him in th' Reviews, to hit it ; 
 E xtol his judgment, then you're lure, 
 
 Y ou'U cv'ry favour there fccure.
 
 POEMS. 
 
 O N 
 
 HAPPINESS. 
 
 /""\ Happiness ! thou fleeting joy ! 
 
 Which ail the cures of men employ ; 
 Say where thou dwell'ft, and where fhall \vc 
 Engage our thoughts to find out thee. 
 Shall we in palaces of kings 
 Go feek thee there, where f.atiery reigns ? 
 Whilfl in our ears no truth is found, 
 And praifes do for ever found : 
 No real joys can here invite, 
 To fet the wand'ring heart aright ; 
 Too noify far for quiet blifs, 
 Here then we can't find Happimfs,
 
 8 POEMS. 
 
 From hence let's take a view of tliofc. 
 Who below grandeur have repoje, 
 Who not in pagean'ry and Jiiozl', 
 Spend all the time they've here below ; 
 \ ct flill "bove poverty and zoant, 
 They for no fleeting grandeur pant. 
 But who content with what they've got, 
 Scorn e'en to envy th" great man's lot ; 
 But in their d.ity fpend their davs, 
 OiTcring up to CI ihcw prai/c. 
 They, with the poor ihciv gifts impart. 
 And give to all with lib'ral licart ; 
 Thev on their God their hopes relv, 
 Who watches tiitm with careful eye : 
 Whilfl angels call them from below 
 To tafte the blif^ wliicli ani]<'i^ know. 
 There e"cr to dwell in renhm of l>!i&^ 
 And to cnjov trn' Halpim-'/s : 
 Amidfl cclcftial fpirits Hng, 
 fruifes to their ciernA Kin/^..
 
 POEMS. c 
 
 VERSES ON SOME FALLING BLOSSOMS, 
 
 WRITTEN IN THE YEAR 1640. 
 
 T?AIR pledges of a fruitful tree, 
 Why do yc fall fo fad ? 
 
 Your date is not fo pafb 
 But ye may flay here a\vhilc_, 
 To blufli and fvvcctly fmile, 
 
 And go at lafl. 
 
 What were ye born to be ? 
 An hour and half's delicrht 
 
 And then to bid good night : 
 'Twere pity Nature brought ye forth^ 
 Merely to fiiew your worth, 
 
 Y\nd then to lofc you quite. 
 
 Thus may we fee how foon, 
 Tliinp^s heave and die 
 Tlio' ne'er fo brave ,
 
 lo POEMS. 
 
 For after tlicy have fliovvn their pride. 
 Like vou awhile thev glide 
 Into the peaceful grave. 
 
 A B A L L A D. 
 
 TX7IIKN Eve with fohcr footHrps niild^ 
 
 Relieves the fultry hc.tt of day; 
 And Contemplation meek ey'd child, 
 On furrow pours her pcnhve rav. 
 
 What time tlic Jvloon in glorv hriglit. 
 
 With heavenly luflrc gilds the plain, 
 And rifing flow adorns the niglit, 
 
 With lolcmn flillncfs holds her ren'n. 
 
 While tliro' the cloudlcfs a/ure clear, 
 
 Rcfleftcd hy her heams, 
 Myriads of ])Coprd worlds apjjear, 
 
 Of angels prailc, the themes.
 
 POEMS. tt 
 
 When care-worn eyes arc clos'd in flccp, 
 And mortals fweet oblivion know, 
 
 O ! then thou child of forrow weep. 
 For forrow is to reft a foe. 
 
 Then rave and prefs thy wretched bed, 
 And heave the heart-felt hgh ; 
 
 By fad remorfe and anguifti led, 
 " To mourn thy griefs and die." 
 
 Thus mourn 'd the faircft, fwccteft maid, 
 Thfit e'er a tender lover bicft, 
 
 By Inm fhe once ador'd, beiray'd ; 
 
 Keen ancruifh fciz'd her tender brcaft. 
 
 At m>orning's fpor|ts, at even's gam.es, 
 None e'er with lier could vie ; 
 
 Her fl^in the lilly's whitenefs fliamcSj 
 The diamond's blaze her eye.
 
 le POEMS. 
 
 And pure as fnow her fpotlofs mind, 
 Till poifonous love fhc felt ; 
 
 More gentle than the fummcr's wind, 
 Till faithlcfs Strephon knelt. 
 
 In flocks and herds, (a wealthy f\\'ain) 
 
 IIii> father's ircalurcs lav ; 
 And pafling rich, o'er all the plain 
 
 He held the lordlv fwav. 
 
 Tliis only fon, his darling lieu. 
 
 With fondcfl care he lov'd ;, 
 And heaping flill with coiiflant care_. 
 
 No other plcaiurc prov"d, 
 
 A wealthy bride he flrovc to find. 
 For nought but wcallh lie lought 
 
 On mental charms ne'er fix'd Ins niind_ 
 On beauty never thought.
 
 POEMS. 13 
 
 The lowland lafs, with ill-got pelf, 
 
 Above the reft was plac'd, 
 And num'rous herds, and hoarded fheif, 
 
 Pier homely perfon grac'd. 
 
 'Twas on the eve of blooming May, 
 
 Rejoicing on the green, 
 As gentle Strephon bent his way. 
 
 Fair Rofa firfl was fccn ; 
 
 And from her eyes fwlft poifon fiev/; 
 
 Which quick alfdiTd his heart ; 
 For love till then he never knew, 
 
 Btit traniient was the imart. 
 
 At Rofa's feet the tale he told, 
 Of endlefs faith and truth ; 
 
 And ere two fummcr's funs had roli'd 
 She lov'd the fickle youth.
 
 M POEMS. 
 
 An artlefs fu^ine her hofom felt, 
 Nor ftrovc to fliun the dart ; 
 
 And when with fjill.Icfs vows he kneh, 
 vSlie ga\e iier eafy heart. 
 
 And all ! tliou dearefl maid, lie cry'd, 
 
 Mv cruel parents frown, 
 C'o^rpels to fearch a richer hridc, 
 
 I'ut. thee I lo\ e alone. 
 
 For not in wealth mv love 1 place, 
 
 "lis only thee I ]ni/e ; 
 Nor threats, nor frowns, tlix- h)rm can chacf; 
 
 iro:n Stre;;hori".s nart;al eves. 
 
 Then, oh-! conf.-nt. tl;:s I'our he mine, 
 
 ^'on riiendlv t^ned awa:ts. 
 'J'o join my p!'<}^}'-".'d hand witli tldnc. 
 
 And fix our jiappy fates.
 
 POEMS. 15 
 
 Poor, haplcfs maid ! no more flic guefs'd, 
 
 But fmiling gave her hand ; 
 And thouglit in Strephon's love fo blcfs'd 
 
 T' enjoy the facred band. 
 
 Three fleeting months in rapture pad, 
 The maid no forrow knew ; 
 
 But kcenefl anguifli came at lafh, 
 And jov for ever flew. 
 
 One fatal morn, as o'er the green, 
 The lovclv Rofa flray'd ; 
 
 A group of imiling maids were feen, 
 In virgin white array'd. 
 
 Attentive to the fprightly train, 
 Her lo\ cly eyes ftie rear"d ; 
 
 But who can Ipcak her grief and pain, 
 When Strephon's face appear'd.
 
 6 POEMS. 
 
 The lowland lals within his Iianc!. 
 
 He gaily led and finird, 
 And fecm'd to fcorn ihc ga7ing band 
 Whilfl mufic's pow'rs bcguird. 
 
 A fuddcn mift poor Rofa {hrouds. 
 
 In wild amazement tofs'd : 
 And hurries thro' tlic wond'ring croud< 
 
 Her dcarcfl fcnfcs loft. 
 
 Still fad rcmemh'rancc wakes her grief 
 
 And iharpcns ev"iy pain ; 
 r/cn lime which often brings relief, 
 
 Rencw'd her woes ai'ain. 
 
 Now oft tliio' diifky groves and glades. 
 
 She wandcreth alone ; 
 On Strephon calls througho-.it tlie fliado 
 
 And anfwers with a groan.
 
 POEMS. 17 
 
 And when the grafs is wet with dew,' 
 
 In yon church-yard {he'll rave ; 
 And fighing fay, 'tis near yon yew, 
 
 *' I'll dig my peaceful grave." 
 
 Ye pitying virgins lend an ear, 
 With forrow guefs the reft ; 
 
 Poor Rofa's fate deferves a tear 
 From ev'ry tender breafl.
 
 POEMS. 
 
 ODE ON- FRIENDSHIP. 
 
 r\ THOU ! the friend of hum;in kind, 
 
 Soft balm of cv'rv ^^oc ; 
 Whofc footlilng uccjiits calm the mind. 
 When diicfl mis'iics flow. 
 
 Oft in tlic hour of (liarp dirt refs. 
 
 From thee we find relief, 
 When forrow's rankli-ig wounds opprcl^ 
 
 Or deep delpondii;g g! ie'f. 
 
 Come, f'A'cet relief ! celeflial gucit ! 
 
 Mv humble ])agc irn'pirj ; 
 In tliy fol't fetters iiuikc me blefl, 
 
 Impait th)' heuvn'ly fae.
 
 POEMS. . 9 
 
 Love ! thou bane of cv'ry joy, 
 
 No more (hall pierce my heart ; 
 Spread thy filken wings, fond boyj 
 
 Break, break thy poifon'd dart. 
 
 For what is Love ? a fliort liv'd flow'r, 
 Made of doubts, hopes and fears ; 
 
 Fickle as an April fliow'r 
 Smiles in the midft of tears. 
 
 And what is glory but a dream ! 
 
 What th' fondefh hopes of man ? 
 Ambition's but an empty theme, 
 
 And life a moment's ipan. 
 
 Bur iriendfliip's joys refin'd and pure. 
 
 A lading blifs impart, 
 l.'nn-iakoM, fi:cady, and fecurc, 
 
 D'.vrli in the -.oeaccful hear*.
 
 20 POEMS. 
 
 Tho' fliarp the pangs of lucklcfs love. 
 
 Are ftill tormenting found ; 
 Thy lenient hand will ever prove. 
 
 A foft'ncr of the wound. 
 
 What comfort to the burthcn'd heart, 
 To fhare each joy and grief ; 
 
 Each rifmg forrow to impart, 
 Difclofmj^ find relief. 
 
 When rapture fills the focial liour, 
 And jovous moments pals ; 
 
 We own thy foft, thy genial pow'i' 
 And hail tlicc in each glafs. 
 
 Oh ! grant me then, indulgent pow'r. 
 While lime ficals foft .iway ; 
 
 A friend to hkls ihe focial hour^ 
 And life's departing day.
 
 POEMS. 21 
 
 Then when the dream at length is fpent, 
 
 To Fricndfhip I'll refign, 
 Pleas'd with the fummons, die content, 
 
 No terrors will be mine. 
 
 VERSES BY A LADY, 
 
 TO THE MEMORY OF THE BEST OF PARENTS. 
 
 ''T^O you, my friend, whofe kindnefs cafes pain, 
 
 Will I relate the caufes of my grief; 
 Perhaps the fympathctic tear again, 
 May never be implor'd for my rcliel. 
 
 My loul is fad my health in waflc decays, 
 I mourn in fUence, and alone I weep t 
 
 in flow confuming pain I fpend my days, 
 And hcart-fclt anguifh robs my eyes of n.ctp.
 
 22 POEMS. 
 
 Tho' hard to fuffcr^fliM, I'd be rcfign'd, 
 Did pafl enjoyments never interfere ; 
 
 But who can cure dilorders of the mind ? 
 '" Or who a wounded fpirit yet could bear 
 
 Tins day the fun liath run h.h annual lai.*.-. 
 
 Since I the hf/i of ]:)arcnts faw nliir : 
 \\''hcn tlic foft tear dole down l\is manly face. 
 
 And inn' foreboding laid / jluulJ Juri:'ivc. 
 
 \Virli v,-hat aflVft'on did lie rci fii mv flay. 
 
 But diou^ht it prudent I fhoidd go nwhilc . 
 i}\\ ! w\\\ d\<\ forf.iriC fc^rce me thence awa\', 
 
 /. ud make mc //:;; receive his fuirtin.] fii;:/:'. 
 
 iion.i wa , ]\i:> r.lncfs lo m^ i-;is c on'.f^N "d, 
 i'.ac!-. w ilh .ill iperd I lo his dwelling IK ^\ 
 
 'Jut unr.! ')iii:t,r dc;ul^. his ])i(\' lind maue. 
 At onct; a iC'Jhtl-Jvr 1 1 LCiid and uxiq' tor loo.
 
 POEMS. 23 
 
 Think, oh! mv friend, how dreadful thus to bcai, 
 The lofs oi both my parents tcnd'reft guides ; 
 
 The Jtdemn bell fhill vibrates in my ear, 
 
 Graves dind pale looks one cv'ry thought prcfide. 
 
 The lojs is mine but tJieirs eternal gain, 
 
 Both of the world were tir'd, and dy'd of grief, 
 
 On their account 'tv/ere impious to complain, 
 But who can give their oflsprings heart relief. 
 
 Each virtue mild my mother's foul poffcft, 
 Negletled merit found in her a friend ; 
 
 Xor did Ihe e'er rcfufe the poor's rcqucfl, 
 The hck flic vihted iind wifh'd to mend. 
 
 With what compofure d-d five bear each pain. 
 That pale confum[;tion two h>n;r years impos'c 
 
 Which led by lecrct griefs made med'ciae \'an!j 
 And her inatcniul eyes for ever cljs'd,
 
 =4 POEMS. 
 
 Well I remember all her tender care. 
 
 What pains fhe took to form each youllji'ii! miiicl 
 
 How ardently flic ofTcr'd up a pray'r, 
 
 To heav"n for bleirings of \nc '.varrncfl: kind. 
 
 Long as f!ic liv^'d, no mifcry I knew. 
 
 Except v.'hcn my own follies made nic grav 
 
 Year after year in fwcct inftruction tic-;,-, 
 And ev'rv dav feme new cn'ovmcnr crave. 
 
 Far dill lent treatment afterwards I found, 
 
 When forcVl my father's houle Comet ime lo Ic.i', <. 
 
 Each h(jur difgrace and dihippomitncnt crown'd. 
 And ev'rv moment yave trelli ( auie to g]k:\^. 
 
 What joy I felt wlien I return'd agam. 
 Unto .1 parent's tcnderncis and run: ; 
 
 How did I lyinpathizc in ev'ry p.;in [ 
 
 And wiflrd 1 cuvdd c^'h forn.tv -.vith Iti'n fh-irr.
 
 POEMS. 25 
 
 His foul with treach'rous friends and grief was torn, 
 Contempt and fcorn his gen'ious fpirit broke ; 
 
 A friend more true thayi him was never born, 
 No wonder that he fank beneath the flroke. 
 
 Ah ! cruel race ! to flander fuch a heart, 
 That never injur'd his moll cruel foe, 
 
 But to mankind did evWy good impart, 
 
 Sure, conicicnce foon, will ftrikc your fouls 
 with woe. 
 
 Tho' he is now above your wicked pow'r, 
 
 Think ! you behold him riling from the grave, 
 
 And coming to you in a lonely hour, 
 
 Where wou'd you fly, or liow his prcfcnce brave ^ 
 
 A.h ! timid tyrants ! where arc now your fncers ? 
 
 Where are the darts you without jufticc tiirew ? 
 Wafh out your inj'ries with repentant tears, 
 
 Tho' God is juft he will have nicrcy too.
 
 ; POEMS. 
 
 Tho' you have robb'd us of our dearcft friend, 
 A lo(s, no earthly being can repair : 
 
 Kind licav'n the fathcrlcls will ILiU defend. 
 Nor fails to hear tli" affiified orpIian"o j.i\r, V. 
 
 What tho" like him I mcel \vii!i pani and fcoi 
 Like him I'll Arive to niciit virtue'-, praife 
 
 Each gen'rous paffion did his foul adorn, 
 Integrity and kmdnchs rnark'd his way^. 
 
 Oft wou'd lie lay ''your happnicfs ::, mmc. 
 
 " I only wilh to li\-e and fee you bled ; 
 ' Mav h.eav'n its choiceft inercic.-, all coininiit 
 
 ' And guard my chiUnn when I llecp at re. 
 
 ' Yet mind th' advice I folemnly wou'd gi\e. 
 
 ' Lo\c iiuupiiuLiiiL. nor uppCiiru-nLi: iiuil. 
 ' As \ou will be deceived whilll, \ou Ii\e. 
 
 " \i you Juppoie that all muni'nd are jjP .
 
 POEiMS. 27 
 
 But if you find a fric-iid iliat loves you ftill, 
 E'en if misfortune comes with iron fway. 
 Think yourfclf blcil ti-.o" ia fcvcreft ill, 
 " A faithful heart cheers the moft rugged way. 
 
 Let honcfty and virtue be your guide, 
 " Be cheerfulnefs and innocence your lot ; 
 Nor e'er reJ?Qn-aft:)!fe of hotujl pride, 
 " Tho' in obfcuriiy you arc forgot."
 
 23 POEMS. 
 
 C A P T I V L. 
 
 'n^ORN from my native land, to grief a prey, 
 Nor friends, nor kindred near, to give delight 
 Pining I fit and waftc the tedious day, 
 
 And figli unpity'd thro' each fuUcn night. 
 
 Torn from mv fondcfi: hopes my fondcH. care. 
 
 7"hc faithful partner of mv chcqucr"d fate : 
 Nor wife, nor friend, nor focial gucfl to i>,are, 
 
 One cheering profpe^t or m)' foul elate. 
 
 Pent up in dungeon's-glooii!, -where tlie vile clar,k 
 Of felons, viftims, "(Tails th' lift'ning ca?- : 
 
 Where noxious vapours, poifonous and dank, 
 Strike at the heart, and caufe th' uritimcly bier.
 
 POEMS. 
 
 Loft to the world, nivfelf, and all mankind. 
 Pinch "d by the crvicl hand of hi-.vlefs pow'r, 
 
 Bldftcd my fame, my youth, my peace of mind 
 My liopos, my joys, in one difaft'rcus hour. 
 
 Where fhall I fly ? wlicre lay mv wretched head ? 
 
 Loaded with fcorn, with infamy, and flii'me ; 
 To feck from cliaritv mv dailv bread, 
 
 Or iue for pity on my blafted fame. 
 
 ard tiu; taik, lu'W ^vavwar:: li rr: 
 
 \Vk>,- fiept my jriiard 
 
 lan ancvci m 
 
 W'lulft I unpit\-'d, by the world ror^;'^^. 
 Fell victim dire to mofi. opnrciL'J vovv'r. 
 
 Yet eycn here, within this loathicnne cell, 
 I'll feek from poetry iome kind relief; 
 
 While iwccteft plcaiures of my fancy d\cell, 
 L"cn m tlic boiom t::vn wiui liaDlcfs rrricf.
 
 30 
 
 POEMS. 
 
 Soft as the falling dew jbout my hearr. 
 
 The tender pafTions roll in ample tide ; 
 My wife ! my friend I there fhrikes the cruel dart, 
 
 That throbs, that rankles in ui) bleeding (Ide. 
 
 Rage on yc ftorms ! burll all your \'enom forth, 
 Plunge me yet deeper in the gulph of woe ; 
 
 Her matchlefs worth, her conllancy and truth, 
 Shall cheer each fccne, and fvveetca all below.
 
 POEMS. 31 
 
 THE 
 
 VISION, 
 
 AS VERSIFIED FROM THE rHECEPTOR. X'i'Jc p. I5. 
 
 '"r'O ^ou I ackno^vlcdgc, InduRiious or proud, 
 
 Great knowledge of countries and men is allcw'd. 
 But creation afTords an extcnfn-c old field. 
 Which as fought for at prefcnt, more pleafurc wou'd 
 
 yield ; 
 Tho' fnips, nor ir.ail-coaches, r.or flying balloon, 
 \\'hate\'er advai^ces t]ie\- make to the moon, 
 Can Iiopc to come near it and lio'v I arriv'd 
 Was an accident furely beforehand contriv'd. 
 
 Oti tlie fixlh of th.is inftant I walk'd very IIosv, 
 ,\nd nx'd niy eyes upward mucii wifning to l:i:<,;',v : 
 Why fucii vafl tracls of air liiould for nothing be made. 
 Unlcis l(,;r.c odd b:r(! bv mere accident ftrav'd ; 
 Or could there b: creatures, witir wavs of their G;\n, 
 L;ve tiius near us f;;r ar;c3 ar.d vet \;: ur.knf-wn ?
 
 32 POEMS. 
 
 Thus conlinuVl to mufe wlicn behold mv tir'd fcc(. 
 No more on a lo\'cl fomc ininutes could meet. 
 And I was infcnfibly mounted in air 
 Before you wou'd think I was half the way there. 
 Then arriv'd on a footing as firm as I left, 
 Nor was I of wonder one atom bereft ; 
 Not the pigmies of old could for ii/c be compar'ii. 
 With the folks of this nation m\' uars ! how I (lar'd ' 
 To behold fomc not more than tlirec incite.-; in height. 
 And their mighticil giants no pigmv dare Baht ; 
 from tiie time of tlicir births tlio' t'lcv grow not a; all. 
 Unlcfs their fond p.irents fnou'd tiiiuk them too i'niail. 
 And tlien the-,' contri\-e fomc important addition, 
 Th,o" much of this vanitv caulcs contrition. 
 You may tinnk t];ey are cruelly ns"d at tlie befh 
 Vvhen I mention the:nc:hod in wiiich thev woe drelt : 
 Then' cloatiis !)eir.!r made ixccax no aiici-jtion. 
 iiut I \.nuw y(r."ll be fh(;ck'd at the lioriid icl.itiun. 
 Tlic; pnr;r creirairc: aie rc"ni^i'Jy jnrc'd to the i'.r.c 
 Of their n( Jt-body'd ]:ab:t: '.n fpite of their cr;e^ 
 Yet humanity r^.uft be deli.iyUed to hear. 
 i'hc\' feldom h:i'- c;niie a new drefling to feai -
 
 POIlMS. 33 
 
 When adorned I own they arc gorgeous to fee, 
 Tho' a fkin of fome bead their befh garment may be : 
 It is true fomc are poor, and a blue flowing veft, 
 Is bv them thought fufficicnt, tho' far from the bed : 
 W hilfl others more gay, are like Harlequins here. 
 Arrav'n in all colours tho' never fo dear. 
 Politicians with us arc cfteemcd ftark mad, 
 Then what muft tlicir's fecm who rcfufe to be clad ? 
 Thcfe folks have iinprov'd cu tlie Sage, whom wc fmd 
 Wifli'd his heart had a window, to fhcw all his 
 
 mind : 
 For no fooncr do they fee a mo]taI appear. 
 Then each tells his own vite. or virtue full clear ; 
 So lavifii are they of advice and of knowledge, 
 Wc have not on earth much worle pedants at college. 
 Cou'd acquaintance be foim'd v/;th this curious race, 
 I wou'd furclv petition to hold a good place ; 
 Since thcv often my beft modes of thinking wou'd 
 
 mend, 
 And tno tlicv rcpro\'d mc. cou'd never offend. 
 Nay the deep arts of magic by them arc rcvcal'd, 
 And the fccrct of magnctifts are not conccal'd.
 
 34 
 
 POEMS. 
 
 Yet like us, they arc not without fomc belles and 
 
 beaux, 
 Whofe Ortlv diftinftion is in their gold cloaths. 
 The profcflbrs of law and religion appear, 
 In a ftile of their own trimni'd with i cd hcie and tlicrc ; 
 The fkins of tiicai all, I ihould lo:)ncrha\c toltl. 
 Arc figured as (Irangcrs :hc Britons of old. 
 Their city is laigc, with one gate vcr\- high. 
 Their houicshiid ftories approaching the Ikv ; 
 Yet I found no back-room appcrt lin'd to their dwel- 
 ling, 
 
 And ne'er f.nv t;ic:n eating, or hu\-ing, or idling ; 
 
 Some ijidccd iiud glals doors to d!ij)lav tlicir iir.c drcfs. 
 
 for \'anitv reigns in tliis ijcoplc. 1 guels ; 
 
 Rut otticrs. like iluggards, were llee])ing in dud, 
 
 W'hicli thcv idh- declare ga>-c tlicin nourinimcnl fiifl, 
 
 Wliciu-vcr thcv walk lo fangumg u Iccms, 
 
 Thcv v/ill inCintly i.dl. llio" m jmddlcs f,i- llrcams . 
 
 No fjinrr.'l; aTrf^ngR ihc:;i arc ended b',' hlii\v-. 
 i'ho' hiiigi::igc int;.^^ ciTigry ihcv oiicti dilcloic 
 
 Yc-t lonieiin^c :t happens a neighbour c:;pr.!L',>. 
 
 M();i; liairrd li:;:; t m'^v \\-liofc bad cau(c he rcdrci^cs.
 
 POEMS. 35 
 
 And oft they defcend to inflrufl idle men, 
 How to plead in their favour with paper and pen ; 
 Should they live to an hundred it oft has been faid, 
 They will never be mortal, till all men are dead ; 
 But continue improving as long as they can, 
 And Hay to give knowledge and wifdom to man. 
 Tiieir diforders, the faculty tell us, are few, 
 I cannot remember above one or two ; 
 Over-moiflure aftecis them, and worms fatal prove, 
 Tho' ipices will fom.etimes their exit remove. 
 But fnould thcv be flighted, like us they ddpair, 
 And pine in dark corners, corroded with care ; 
 Or ihould a reprieve for a iTiort time be gain'd, 
 No iocner tl.clr bodies to death are ordain'd ; 
 Tlian a fmall pyre of p^/l" is uprear'd o'er their crufl:. 
 And t/iey, like the Romans, are burned to duft.
 
 36 POEMS. 
 
 W I S H. 
 
 J WISH ! I wifh ! but not for wealth, 
 
 For riches are a fnurc ; 
 'Tis for a competence, with health, 
 I offer up my pray'r. 
 
 A genius bright, a judi:,mcnt clear, 
 
 A cultivated mind, 
 And ample (lores of knowledge there , 
 
 Of ev'rv ufefiil kind. 
 
 A temper placid and ierene, 
 
 A fyinpathi/.ing heart ; 
 A will ft;bdu'd, a confcicncc clcai. 
 With Mary i better part.
 
 POEMS. 
 
 A Martha's prudence I would crave, 
 
 Sarah's obedience too ; 
 A Lydla's open heart I'd have, 
 
 And Dorcas kept in view. 
 
 Let Ruth likewife my pattern prove, 
 
 'Fair Ruth of old, renown'd 
 For confhancy and filial love, 
 And thefe in me abound. 
 
 The patriotic love which glow'd 
 Within an Efther's breaft, 
 
 On me, on all, be that beftow'd, 
 A virtue where poffeft. 
 
 May Hannah's fervencv be mine, 
 Before the throne of grace ; 
 
 Aided like her, by power divincj 
 When Jn the facred place. 
 
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 38 POEMS. 
 
 With tKefc contented I could go. 
 Thro" life's bcwild'ring maze ; 
 
 They'd prove an antidote to woCj 
 A guide to happier days. 
 
 EXT E M P O R E 
 
 ox READING J il ii A B O V , 
 
 \^OUR v/iflies niodcrare appear, 
 
 Th(j' neitlicr few. or linall : 
 One virtue, each of thefe held dear. 
 And vou would co\'ct all. 
 
 Tliink how 'twill found in aficr tunc 
 WJiat lame will cm you wait ; 
 
 A ( ,y//;:?--r iuunhers allvour tiij/ir,-. 
 Vv'hilil Virtue^ you ha\-c t-),';/.
 
 POEMS. 39 
 
 EXTEMPORE 
 
 ox RECEIVING THE LADy's PROPOSALS 
 
 FOR PUBLISHING. 
 
 T E,XPECTED a fpeedy reply to my laft, 
 
 And therefore could feel no furprifc ; 
 But when your Propofals announc'd the lot caftj 
 I fcarce could believe rr.y own eyes. 
 
 Alas ! I cxclaim'd ! and believe mc, I figh'dj 
 Vv'iiat a tafk has my friend to go thro' ; 
 
 . i'hc bcil of her pieces may foon be dcfcry'd, 
 Tho' all of them fuiclv are new. 
 
 But when witir more patience the letter I read^ 
 And found you bade fair to fuccecd ; 
 
 Like the rcfl of the world, I forgot my liiud dread^ 
 And felt truly happy, indeed.
 
 40 POEMS. 
 
 ELEGY ox THE DEATH of a Y0U:\GI.ADY, 
 
 WHO DIED thro' UNSKILFUL T R E A T Ml. N f . 
 
 fivriticn by the Jui-fulc^ ij%Cj.) 
 
 TTIGH foam t'nc billows o'er tlic troubled rea. 
 
 Cold b/iows liic wind, and il.i.s' deft iiuU tlic id'O 
 The {niv'ring trav"ilcr .hail-.ns u'cr rbr j)l.iin. 
 And ilocks Icck Oich-r till ilu' ibuni i;d,;ldj. : 
 Happy tliat Cotti^er uj.o:-! tlic Ice, 
 W'liolc limnblc r(X)r air(;rds t'lc crackiiti^ ii:c. 
 WhilPt l;is lov'd (jflspring piattlc round thoir f:r.\ 
 Prou'dof the favor he lo each (hv;d,-s. 
 
 Bur, who arc t!icic ihar darken ail the ro::;! ^ 
 Vvdiat foleinn train is thi:> luvolv'd ni woe ! 
 Aiid whitlier do: s liie lad proceilion go .- 
 Ah ! 'tis the p(.ior Maiia'^ weeping frieutU
 
 POEMS. 41 
 
 Condufting her to the laft cold abode ; 
 Fatal reverfe ! her parents now deplore 
 Their only hope gone gone for evermore ! 
 And grief fuccceds the plcafurc fhe beftow'd. 
 
 Religion, Truth, and jfujlice mdir'k.'^ her way. 
 And foft-cy'd Charity, and Hope, and Peace j 
 How much may we regret her quick dcccafc, 
 And pay the friendly " tribute of a figh." 
 Such bright examples may but feldom flay, 
 L.ikc meteors they fiiine and loon depart ; 
 \'et whilft grief preys on every heart, 
 i hcfe ;afle of blifs that never knew allov. 
 
 Health, youtlu and iiDwccnce arc no ihield, 
 Againft ih' all conqu'iin'^ dart of gloomv death. 
 
 Who in an inflant claims the vital breath, 
 And levels king'^, with pcafants, in the dufl:. 
 Yet wlien the dread commifuon ^vas rcvcal'd. 
 Which took Maria to the realms above ;
 
 POEMS. 
 
 The tyrant, with reluftancc, fecm'd t.o move. 
 And took his prey, as griev'd to find he rp.u;i. 
 
 But Avhilfi; wc grieve her foul has burfl it'scl 
 And foars above this load of human clay, 
 To the bright regions of eternal dav. 
 To praife it's Maker with the heav'nlv choir. 
 Who at her happinefs fhall dare repine ? 
 Will not the righteous judge of all do right .- 
 Let us prcfcrvc her praaicc in our hght, 
 And may Eternity our hopes infpirc.
 
 POEMS. 43 
 
 VERSES V/RITTEN BY A LADY. 
 
 ON HER son's receiving A WOUND FROM A 
 PISTOL WHICH HE HAD IN HIS POCKET. 
 
 'T^O tliec, O Lord, I lift my voice, 
 
 O lend a gracious car ! 
 
 In mercy heal the wounded Ton, 
 
 And hear a mother's pray'r. 
 
 Be thou his great pliynciaii, Lord ! 
 
 And aid tli' alliflance given ; 
 Speak but the word, my Ion is heal'd, 
 
 jVTy praife alcend to lica\-cn. 
 
 Thou fpakc the word and it is done, 
 Thy touch has heal'd the v/ouncl ; 
 
 Tlicn let our he;irts with thanks overflow, 
 Our tongues with nraiies iound.
 
 44 POEMS. 
 
 Prcfcive him from the fnarcs of vouili, 
 Guide him \vi;h v/atchful c^e -. 
 
 O ! never, never, leave him. Lord ! 
 But be forever nis^h. 
 
 Now let us join our tuneful notes, 
 For wonders he has wrought ; 
 
 Accept our mutual tlianks. O God. 
 Nor let them be for'^ot.
 
 i'OEMS. 45 
 
 FIRST-BORN 
 
 INFANT. 
 
 T T TEL.COME little, hclplcfs flrangcr ! 
 
 Welcome to tlic light of day ; 
 Smile upon thy happy mother, 
 Smile and chaflc her fears away. 
 
 Lift tliinc eyes and loc;k around tliec, 
 \^ar'>oiiS o^ jcfts court thy i'l-^ht ; 
 
 Nature fprcads her vertiant carpet, 
 Eartli was ma<le for thy deliplit. 
 
 Welcome to a mother's bofon!, 
 Welcome to a fatiicr's arms ; 
 
 Ileir to all thy father's virt'.ie.^, 
 Heir !o"all tliv miotl-.er's charms.
 
 46 POEMS. 
 
 Joys tho' bright, yet mix'd with trembling, 
 
 Anxious c;;rcs. and tender fears ; 
 rieafuifi hu^es. v.nd nnn.c:!c<i lorrows. 
 
 ox- o 
 
 Smiles of tranlport; daui'i' \viili tears. 
 
 Who c-Jiin fay what lies before iliee ? 
 
 Calms or tem])cfls, pcaec or (Irife 
 With wliat turns of \'ario;;s fortune. 
 
 Fate may work thy ch.cquer'd life. 
 
 Who can lell what eager paflionj 
 In tl'.is little iicart may beat ? 
 
 Wlien aj-'ihnion, love, or glorw 
 SJiall invade this })eaceful !ea:. 
 
 Who can tell iiow \v ide the hranrlics 
 (K this tender ])h;nt mav !niead ':' 
 
 Wliilc beneath its ample fhadows. 
 
 Swains may refl. and ilotkr may feed.
 
 POEMS. 47 
 
 Angels guard the lovely bloffom, 
 Hover round and fave from ill ; 
 
 Crown thv parents largeft wifhcs, 
 And their fondeft hopes fulfil. 
 
 TO THE MEMORY OF THE BEST OF 
 
 BROTHERS, 
 
 ONCE A CAPTAIN OF THE BEAVER'S PRIZE, I. O VT 
 OFF ST. LUCIA, OCTOBER 11, 1 ^-p/O. 
 
 TTE muft not float upon his wat'ry bier, 
 
 Unwept, nor wcher to th' parching wind t 
 W'itlioiit the meed of loms m.elodious tear. 
 Neglected or forgot by friends behind : 
 For we were nurs'd upon the fcli-iame hill. 
 Fed the fame flock, by fountain, Hiade or nil. 
 
 Ychallow'd groves of dark funeral fnade, 
 Whofe gloom the noon-tide beam can ne'er peri'aac 
 To von again a mourner fad I come, 
 To pluck a laureat wi-eath from Pollio's tomb *.
 
 48 POEMS. 
 
 r^r ^-,1*^ h^% rr.atch'cl t]';c rlarlinc; vnuth awav. 
 Un-vncl-- ^.\tr has c1os\l liis br' ;l-it"!un<5 day. 
 Ami Albion's Tons tl^at lio'ir fliall ever ^\c^r). 
 Vv'l''ch funk !''s licad bcncatli tf.c foaninis; deep. 
 \c kind acq-K'.-n'ancc of mv inuclidov'd friend. 
 "Who \\':th unfciqncd iV^lis 'a:ncnt his cn;l : 
 Yc d.car compaTiions of Ins cailv vfiwtli, 
 SaV; d;d nut \alour. cliaritv. and truth 
 Mark cv"ry period of liis Ihort-liv'd race. 
 Glow in I'.is licnrr. and fniile mon liib face - 
 And could luch .irtues in oblivion iie_. 
 Li\-e unrewarded, and neglected die.' 
 Ah ! what avails it, with laborious pain 
 To plow the furrows of the llormv main ? 
 To <n'aip at glorw \\'herc v/ar's ib.unders roll; 
 And th'ril b)r viClorv from -pole to ];ole ! 
 V.'beii honell wi;Mh. in thcfe draenerate days. 
 In vain recpu (1-. ihe l)i;i'i; (-f e-.np/iv praiie. 
 Ah ! biotiier dear! ta'e.i from a thanklcls age, 
 "W'hcie v'cnal pricie arid bale corru]nion rage : 
 \'\'!:v wert tl.ou madt" io \irtiiOus and brave '' 
 Did all thy huuoars Wiilicr in the grj.ve ?
 
 rOIiivlS. 49 
 
 Why chiefly wept by that defponding few, 
 Who fhar'd thy friendfliip, and thy merit knew ? 
 When thv great foul was form'd the world to blefj, 
 To raifc thy country and her foes deprcfs : 
 To ftiield Britannia''s coaft, proteft her throne, 
 And on her glory to creft thine own : 
 Had not the l,ord fomc happier clime afiign'd, 
 With endlefs blifs to recoir.pence thy mind ; 
 Where now tranfportcd to a peaceful fliore, 
 Nor winds, nor tcmpefls fliall afflift thee more. 
 Safe in the haven of eternal rcfl, 
 With kindred fpirits, congenial angels bleft ; 
 With tenfold joy thy foul fhall ever glow, 
 And {liarcf.iir Virtue's, meed, deny 'd below. 
 In what bright region of cektlial day, 
 Where now tliy fpirlt blcfs'd delights to ftray ; 
 Rapt in fuch bliis, if thy unbody'd mind, 
 Can caft a tliouglit on friends here left behind ; 
 Bv all our mutual joys that now arc o'er. 
 By all our focial hours that fmile no more ; 
 When firm in friendfliip join'd without controu!, 
 W'e held fwcet intercourfc witli foul and fovd :
 
 50 POEMS. 
 
 Lcok clonnwr.rd now, thy guardian aid imnait, 
 
 Direftmy ways, and cheer my wounded heart . 
 
 Place all thy virtues open to my view, 
 
 And teacli me well thy iootflcps to pmiuc. 
 
 Then whdil 'tis licavt.-n's will I iicrc re::!a:.>;. 
 
 Whether my future lot he joy or pain : 
 
 I'll drive henceforth to make my eartlily i^i', 
 
 A worthy prelude to that awful day, 
 
 When mercy may again our louls unite. 
 
 To range for ever in the icalrr.s ot liv'Ji'
 
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 P, A L L A D. 
 
 \^7'IIILK Flora, with indulgent fmilcs. 
 
 New paints th' cnamcll'd. fccne : 
 Amanda ! let us leave our toils, 
 And wander o'er the plain. 
 
 Inilruftivo plcafure fhall attcndj 
 And ev'ry blooming fpray 
 
 Siiall loftly whifpcr ITkc a friend, 
 That flowers and youth decay. 
 
 Tiic lark, high foaving on the wrnti; 
 
 And warbling as ihc fl'cs ; 
 
 To utti\ c virl.ic lifts the mindj 
 
 And bids u^ fcek the (kics. 
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 52 POEMS. 
 
 Our joys arc piftur'd in the {Ircam. 
 
 Bright, fugitive, and new , 
 And waves fuccccding waves proclaim. 
 
 The gay rcfcmblanre true. 
 
 The Icngth'ncd fhade of vondcr tow'r. 
 
 Reminds us of old a<ie ; 
 But virtue gilds tiic cv'niii:^ hour. 
 
 And waits on life's laft llagc. 
 
 In all the reft alike, my fan, 
 We'll imitate the dove; 
 
 True ini;()Ceiu;e is void of care. 
 And Imppinefs is love.
 
 POEMS. 53 
 
 VERSES 
 
 ON THE ABSEXCE OF A lAVOURITE VOUKU 
 
 GKXTLEMAN. 
 
 /'"\n ! thou for ever loft, for ever dear, 
 
 'I'liy image ftiU fliall reign triumphant here ; 
 Tho' diflant far, no more thou glad'fl my eyes, 
 Yet frieiidfliip, fond remembrance ftill fupplies : 
 Friendn-iip fmcere, moft ardent, and moft true, 
 Su( h friendfliip, gen'rous youth, I feel for you. 
 
 0\\ ! let not prudence then mv pafTion, blame, 
 liy viitue kindled, "tis a guiltlefs flame ; 
 rnlike that pailion youth does oft times prove, 
 riiat am'rous fentiment which all term love : 
 lis free from jealoufv, unmix'd with pain. 
 It iniuual Vjurns, a never dying flame. 
 
 T'nl'ke tho giddy fiarts of licaicd love, 
 No change, no dimunition; e'er can prove j
 
 54 POEMS. 
 
 'Tis the bed blifs that man can cvci know. 
 For it Louifa woula all joys forego. 
 And rivet faft tliat pailion to liti brcaft:, 
 Which is iIk- tcna'rcfl:. "cntlcfl. andthcbcft. 
 
 \' E R S E S 
 
 ny THE DF.rARTIF, E OF A LAD^' rro: 
 
 FRIEND ro rin AUTHORESS. 
 
 ''T^O \r'u. dear f-'Cnd. how liard to bid ud 
 How I rcfct to !c;'.\x- you far bcdimd 
 
 Wh !c 1 I he fleeting ibade of hraUh piiri'.;, 
 A !)!c!!niL'' I almoi't: dv!;ni!i to liiid. 
 
 i!ov.- /^r/, /,',; it (Vein-, totiiuik I iboiiid rcjjav-. 
 
 At le<-^ 11^,2, i.'.w oi' > ::: tins plaee ; 
 SooJt'T. .-IS Tve riul this Iu:aii of mill 
 
 Si. all : e:\- frieiidlv fcntiiiv^iu efiar. .
 
 POEMS. 
 
 For I have always found, that to my coft, 
 No fooncr had I mc:t a frieiid llnccrc, 
 
 Poiicis'd of qualities I vahigd mod, 
 
 Than death, or cliiLmcc, foon woLild intcrferCp 
 
 :5i!t- wl'.cn I fn-fl; car.ic here with heavy heart, 
 No one induc'd inc the refolvc to break ; 
 
 But with indilicrcnce each cruel dart 
 
 Was pointed, when my relatives would Ipeak. 
 
 J ho" I arriv'd afvlicled and fcrlorn, 
 
 N'o f;-:cndh- face to iiieet mc on tiic fliore 
 
 luilead of tiiat premedlf-atcd i"c(n-n, 
 Sr.eh as indeed I never met ncfore. 
 
 How did I grieve. Iiou' oft in hicncc weei). 
 
 How verv cruel did I think ]ny lot ; 
 My eyes were fehlom clos'd in bahny flecu_ 
 
 My fplrits every happincis forgot.
 
 SS POF.MS. 
 
 You firfl acknowlcdg'd nic. Ai*]; griirois ;corn. 
 Of what tlic iiniordnt ami Mioud inii^ht I'.i-. 
 
 And tlio" I v.'.is to briL^litfr pmlpciTis hotii, 
 You kiadl\- ftrovc to chctr ni\ ('louniy 'war. 
 
 Well I rc!Ti'-inhc! how sou iooth'c! m% !:5rJcf. 
 
 'i ho' I'd rc(ol\'"d n on nc\ci flujidd il learn ; 
 How to in\- tro; bled unnd xoxi j^.n'i- relief, 
 
 II(jw foou coidd NOii eaeh anxious ihouiiht difc^ 
 
 Nor fliall I e'er foigel ) our fnendl v feheaics. 
 
 lor brin.'^iniT me to |(n' and health aj^iain : 
 '\ , when with \-ou 1 walk'd hv Ilninl:'. r's (;;ea; 
 
 I ne\ e; thouj^lu of i)o\eit\ o\ j^ain. 
 
 What hours liave flown uhilfi look ui", nu iiieeh^; 
 
 (Jr ga/.m:^ o\\ the beauteous wat'ix leene. 
 To fee the injui'-bound f.uhi:- wiien lie erowds 
 
 Kiu h fail that wal'is Iut'i vsuth iuioatienee kci
 
 POEMS. 57 
 
 What v^arious fubjefts did our thoughts employ, 
 And Ipeech feem'd flow our ideas to convey ; 
 
 Of what each deem'd the greatcft blifs or joy, 
 Or was to liappineis tlic ncareft way. 
 
 Then how vvc gricv'd to mark the narrow foul. 
 
 (If fouti the niggard race did e'er poflcfs) 
 i'hatcv'rv gcn'rous thought can fl-ill controul, 
 
 And wiTa to make their trifling virtues I'efs : 
 
 Who think the Iiumau mhid Hionld be content. 
 In ignorance, of c-'cry tiling, but v/calth ; 
 
 And fay ovu' tins is wafted and mifpent, 
 
 If not cmplov'd like thcir's "ris worfc than ftealth. 
 
 IIciw did I in your ahf.'nrc count each hour, 
 
 How f'.vift they flcv/ when in ^'Our prcCcncc bU'.ft ; 
 
 \'>\\\. hov,- msv I regret rr.y want of pow'r, 
 WJicn at fii; h diffancc you rcniain at v.'il.
 
 5^ POEMi. 
 
 W'lien ! attrmpt to thank vour tender care, 
 
 My t.rili'iii;^ longue will not iny lie.irt ob'"v 
 And yet mv gKijiiude woidd fjin piej).tre 
 So;!:c better oil 'ring ihan tins iimplc lav. 
 
 But I';:! fure you will tlic dcfefl.:-. cxcufe, 
 So therefore \\:11 apologize no more ; 
 
 And lliou'il it be I'o hapiiy cjs f' anutle, 
 
 "Twould give me ])!eaiurc never knowr. b 'f( 
 
 Soon riiall 1 leave vou. tlu)" mv iiitcr.-. It.r. 
 
 Oft fiiall I IV.ney lliat I iec vou > II . 
 I'or I tlill l:i);)e, tho' is a\va\ . 
 
 You wid continue at tli^ h(;ule \(> ea.'!. 
 
 Jjut for vour fakes lio^v plcas'd am I to go. 
 
 To where no cruel co:n loiters can teaze ; 
 Wliere loinethin,^ more i.lov'd ib_;n iuitlidc ihow, 
 
 And friends like vuu will fLri\-e tlie weal: io plca(c>
 
 POEMS. 
 
 Soon fliall I write, and tell you how I mend 
 In purer air and from vexation free ; 
 
 Mean time may heav'n it's choiccfb bleffings fend. 
 And amply pay your kind concern forme. 
 
 WHicn you arc ill, may no attentive care 
 
 Be wanting to alleviate each pain ; 
 And may you never tafte of black defnair, 
 
 But peace and hope attend with cheerful train.
 
 ^'02 MS. 
 
 O Y IXG PROS r J I I'll' 
 
 \ ^T"]*",!*!!' ()"ci tlic irr.b' y^'r^ ot a 'AT'.Mc'u'd n.aui. 
 
 Who ii( rific'd to ina)i hci Ji.Mii'i .ind iimr. . 
 \\'h<i(c lo^'c, aiici tn-ith, ai-.d tni!', woe cdd repaid 
 'i]\- w.ini. ;nid. \v(i:, ddcait'. ,m\(\ cricil'ji^ ihainc. 
 
 V .iri: iic't t'u; ]n;(i, lo!: A-uieii wiio i.'.' iv dl, 
 i h.n jHoud uT:fc' I ir','5 mu';) on iiCtipj lufiain.s 
 
 '.ni!\.- iiic ciior.';^'!; ii, run';, o . ; wiioiri ii!.> '.v;i!, 
 i p.llniii'd !>\- !)t '.lUd !};:i(i()n hoiindlci.-: iv\:\'-. 
 
 Nj);nii no! in'/ icWiiii)!'; iiod^" ffi!!:i \(-:i; (!.;o; 
 
 No ,'.;ic.itv r iiicrcv woidd iir; wants ii'iidcnw 
 ,M\- loMows 1(1. ))i Ihali la\- ::i'.- \vit!i the (iead.
 
 POEMS. 
 
 Who now beholds, but loatlics mv faded face, 
 So wan, and fallow, rhang'd with fin and care? 
 
 Or who tan anv former beaiily trace, 
 
 In eves fo riink with famine and deO^air ? 
 
 'I Jiat I was virtuous once, and beauteous too, 
 
 And free from envious tongues my fpotlefs fame ; 
 
 1 licv but torment mc thcle but tears renew. 
 And aggravate my picfent guilt and fhame. 
 
 i;,xpclPci by all enrorc'u liv pining want, 
 
 I've wept and wander'd many a muh-iight hour 
 
 implor'd a pittance, but would feldoiu grant, 
 Or ought a llicltcr Irom the drivm"- Ihow'r. 
 
 Oft as Tve ro\'d, v.hilc beat the wintry riorrr.. 
 Unknowing what to feck, or v. here to llray , 
 
 I (J gain relief entic'd each hideous form, 
 
 Kacl; hideous form contemptuous turn'd away^
 
 62 
 
 POEMS. 
 
 M'herc arc my %'-;;;'n ]:oii()ur3 ! virf.in clnnr.s I 
 Oil ! whitlici f.ccl ihc pr-('c I once inaiiitain'u r 
 
 Or wlierc 0-\c you'.lis that woc/'c! !nc tr, ilr ir arjns. 
 Or \v}icrc the iriumpli which my b'-ai;iy gdin'd 
 
 Oil! fav, infiuiovis Damon! nionflcr \', licrc ! 
 
 Wliat glorv I-.aflihou {^ain'ci 'bv n:\ (l'-\L'at ? 
 Art thou moic liap];-,- now il-iai I'm Icib fait ! 
 
 Or bloom thy laiin'i:; o'cv mv wimling ihccl ."
 
 POEMS. 63 
 
 I) R K A i\I. 
 
 \ S un a purple bed Tupinc, 
 
 Wruu'd in the pleafing joys of wmz ; 
 1 luil'cl rav weary lim'os to reft. 
 Mc t;;ou;^h' wnli ".'IrL^^in nyiriphs fuprcraely HcfL 
 A beauteous band I ui'g'd the rhacc, 
 Coritending in tlic rapid race ; 
 ''v'.'hib'l; fairclL vouthi \v itb. envy ftung, 
 Fair as L".ceus ever voung : 
 "With jealou;; leer and bitter jeft, 
 Tiicir keen ;nale\'olence c::preft. 
 .'I'lCnt to l>jve, I drove to greet 
 The 'Ta-nefonie girh v.dth kifles I'wcet; 
 And as onplearurc's brink I i'eem. 
 
 Wake and bciicld ! 'tis all a drcainj 
 
 \'e\'u to b:: tbr. clone in bed, 
 
 .'.!y \'!i:onarv cnarmei's i".;d : 
 
 'i'o dre.irn once more, I closb; my ere^, 
 
 .\.::nn. ye fbf: dlbions riib !
 
 64 
 
 VOEMS. 
 
 y E R S E s 
 
 X^'RITTEX BY A VOI-NT, I A ]) Y A F f \V i) .\\ 
 EEFORK HER DEATJI. 
 
 pREPARE, mv loul ! tn meet the d;n'. 
 
 When I m'.ifl (]uii this lioiilc of chn . 
 Leave all my dearell friends fx'hind, 
 And fharc the fate of human kind. 
 
 1 he Lord is !ny luppoit and h(j|)e, 
 'Tis that whieli kc'eps m)" Ipiriti- up : 
 Pardon. O Lord ! m\' vv'rx iin. 
 Let me be pure \\-itJioui- wilhn!- 
 
 And when tiieawf,ii lioui diaws ne.ii 
 Thai I mull ])ai! fioKi ail that's (k.u : 
 Then, C) Lord God I do thou be nioh .' 
 And bear me, bear me to tb.c fkv.
 
 POEMS. 
 
 Ill tlic cold grave this fra7nc mufi rcll, 
 And worms fha:ll feed on tliispoor brcaft 
 'rhcfc hands I'hall (hen be ulclcfs grown, 
 And I. ah'ns ! no more be known. 
 
 No more thcfc feet {]iall ever walk , 
 No more tin's lon<i,iic lludl ever talk ; 
 For ever clos'd in death tlicle eyes, 
 Till the lafh tnnnpct fhakes th? fki;'S. 
 
 Then when th.c thunder cchoos round. 
 And the world trembles at the found : 
 May I, with joy, my Saviour fee, 
 Jcfus! who felt fucli pangs for me. 
 
 Grant mc, my Saviour! an abode, 
 An humble flation near my Cod ; 
 Whence I may Hallelujahs ra'fe, 
 And (pend ETERNITY in PRAISE.
 
 6? POEMS. 
 
 E X T E M P O R E 
 
 ON RECEIVING A LETTER OF R A I L L . P 'i ON A : 
 I -N T E N D K D J O V; R N F. Y . 
 
 T CERTAINLY (hall foou rcicm it, 
 What can the fimplc people mean : 
 By faving, if they don't prevent i;, 
 I fhall be dying of the fpleen. 
 
 And furely I am deep in h)vc, 
 
 Tlieic is not any caufe to doubt it ; 
 
 As I to C- y Ihall rove. 
 
 And make fu'.-h woTid'rous noife aboi:! it. 
 
 Jjiit all their penetr>ii!f)n f.uls them 
 When tlic\- pret(i;f! to giiefs the Iwai 
 
 And all tlieir wiidon; no;i2;lit awiils tin 
 \\ ]i!ch douhtlels raules woeful p;'in.
 
 POEMS. 6y 
 
 How cruel I muft be to teale ye, 
 My tcndn-hearted tirefome friends ; 
 
 However I will ftrivc to pleal'e ye, 
 And make your curious fears amends. 
 
 Now don't you, in the name of reafon, 
 
 Think it abominably hard ; 
 Illnefs a female may not feize on, 
 
 But pining love the way prefer'd ? 
 
 Do you fuppofe I've loft my fenfes, 
 Rccaufc I wifh to come again ? 
 
 Or think I only make pretences, 
 When of fuch illncls I complain ? 
 
 Or do you fsar the fwain is cruel, 
 
 That I ihould come to move his heart ? 
 
 No ! I wouldfuoner Live on p-ucl^ 
 Tlian aft the dcTpicable part.
 
 68 rOEMS. 
 
 PcrJiapi you fancy I'm too unallhy. 
 
 So wifli to truvcl mfi awav r 
 No, no ! pool wicttli I when I ain htal'.'tiy^ 
 
 I Icartc can for my li\ ing pay. 
 
 How would yovi l:zi(ji to (cc mc ava;;,'., 
 Or f'.gh Ionic t\vcni\ iunc.-> an houi , 
 
 W'liilc /'rmy tears in tacli fvc Hiininy, 
 Contclb the lovely tyrant's pow'r. 
 
 i'hcn if in Ipiic of .ill ixw fileuilin^]. 
 
 lie iniilcs upon icjine lKip])ier fair . 
 ^!v 'MRf ninfl be bcvond c.^ i lIiuj. 
 
 Anil 1 mufl fLanip and i\- -ni m\ h a: i , 
 
 1-JUt if I licar thev will i)e ifuirry'd. 
 
 I need /,'/ lon;-\ tlinik o:ii(ii h; do : 
 Since r|\ino lovers all arc cairy'd, 
 
 ArA o..ii\:d under dolciul \.:-' :
 
 POEMS. 69 
 
 Wi'.cre firctty f^arlands and devices. 
 
 With tru:-tove knots, the place declare ; 
 
 To fiiew hon> zvell, at proper crifis, 
 A blockhead dy'd of pale defpair. 
 
 No, thank ye tho' ! I'll fliew you better. 
 
 For when unto vour air / come, . 
 I'll tell my real friend in each letter, 
 
 She may expeft me foon at home. 
 
 For C y, with all it's graces, 
 
 That can reftore ihcjick to healths 
 
 is n<jt lo good as other places, 
 
 Is not polfefs'd of lo much wealth,
 
 70 POEMS. 
 
 OK T H F. M' O R D 
 
 LOVE. 
 
 A DIEU ! then, beauteous Moiiofyllablc ! 
 Tho' each dear letter of tliv name Is Jiarmo: 
 W'hofc mag'c found controuls myev'iv po\v"r, 
 And gilds m\' mind with gay and bright ideas ; 
 
 Yet hence, for ever ! 1 muft hear no more . 
 
 In \'ain all tender plei:s for re-admiflTion, 
 'Tis Theodora bids and we mull |jart. 
 
 HOP E, 
 
 FROM STKti'lIOX TO nKI.I.v. 
 
 /^ ! F,\'cv fl-.ill'd to wear the form we love. 
 
 To b'd the fliades of fear and giief depart 
 CoHiC g.-ntlc Hope ! \\-ith one ga\' imde renio\'c 
 I'lie lafling ladnefj of an aching hcait.
 
 POEMS. 71 
 
 Thy voice, benign enchanter ! let mc hear, 
 
 Say ! tliat for me feme pleafurc yet fliall bloom ; 
 
 That fancy's radiance ! friendlhip's precious tear I 
 Shall foften or difpel misfortune's gloom. 
 
 Bui come not glaring on the dazz'lirig ray, 
 
 Wliich once, with dearilluhon ! charm'd my eye 
 
 O ! flrcw no more fweet flowers on my way, 
 
 Tlie flowers, I fondly thought, too bright to die ! 
 
 Vifions, Icfs fair, will Ibothe my pcnflvc breaft, 
 
 Th.it aflvs not happincfs, but longs for rcfl;. 
 
 A N S W E R, 
 
 FROM nKl. !.\ TO STKK I'HON. 
 
 A ND all ihou fkill'a to wear the form wc love ? 
 
 Then will I pray that grief and fear depart ; 
 And that kind hope v'ifh all her fmilcs icmovc, 
 TJiis keen, this aching forrow from thine heart.
 
 72 POEMS. 
 
 Oft do I fancy that thy voice I hear. 
 
 And fay ! for tliec that pkalurc yet can blo:v 
 AfTcclions pure and fnendlhip's gcn'rous tear. 
 
 Shall ioften and dilDcl mislortune's gloom. 
 
 I will not come to tlicc with dazz'ling ra\-. 
 
 But with an hc.iit imccrc that now is thmc ; 
 I will not ftrcw iallc llowcrs in tliv way. 
 
 But fuch as e'er iliall bloom but nc\-cr die : 
 I'ill p.cav'n fiiall take rue ironi tiiis worlil ui \\ 
 .\nd make mc happier ilian tliofe below. 
 
 F R I ]- X D. 
 
 T"M in a mofl un])lcafan{, fenbbling niooo^ 
 
 Nor zi'iJJi 1 to be rr:7d or undcrltood ; 
 Yet as 'tis iometimi'S bell to let bud ways 
 Co oft by ^'^t'Zi.) degree, tho' you (tru'l /'''tuj.
 
 POEMS. 
 
 Fcrinii mc. in tlie Poctafter's ftyle, 
 To beg your patience for a little while : 
 Could you. niy friend, hut fee my giddy head. 
 \'o\x wouJi! perKcips f.iy " S li pet to hod ! 
 
 ' Sleep, and compofe that empty Vv'hirliny brain 
 ' And when you're flcady I will c'omc again ;" 
 Do not pronounce a fentcncc fo fevere, 
 JJflen. ^.vith patience, whilft my cafe you hear: 
 Rcfolvc !t;v dor.bts and tell me what to tlunk, 
 Or foon I HiaU not [Icep, or eat, or drmk ; 
 ' Mercy upon inc. child! why lare you rave ! 
 '"' \\ iiat, can tlius luiKlciily liav'C mauc ye j^ra'.'C r 
 
 Indeed you arc an inconfiftcnt girl, 
 ' But let mc hv.ow your afi', and make yo)i a"''.' 
 i'iiR. then, I win.i to kn.o\>.- if I may write .'' 
 ' \'cs. if \ ou afk N'our matter to indite ; 
 " As little girls, like n'ou, ha'/e no prctcnuons 
 To give \'our ov/n oninions. or mtcrtions :'' 
 
 72
 
 74 POEMS. 
 
 Blcfs mc ! that fccms extremely hard indeed ) 
 Then. I fuppofe, I need not afk to read ? 
 
 ' "^"es fine ! I'd have you read a cook'ry hook. 
 '' In one rcli/^inKS \'ou each tlaN' lliould look ; 
 Bciidcs, lomctimes, tlic lady's maga/ine, 
 " With pretty vrrfcs to the fairv queen : 
 ' And, if )'ou're very good, I'll let you fee 
 " Some tender, lentiinental poetry ; 
 '' Sliewing how Ihepherds lov'd their nvinphs fo fair, 
 '' liow Sylvia'b lap-dog fell Ironi elbow chair. 
 
 '' J'hen make \ ou cry for almoft lialf an ];ou:, 
 ^" At ch'gics upon a biitl, or ilow'r :" 
 O dear ! tluit iiiufl;, indeed! he r'l r\' fine, 
 -But I am more inclin'tl to laugii than wlnnc. 
 Bchdi',. I think it feems lo foolifli too, 
 To grieve for ohje6ls Avhirh we never knew : 
 " That's none of \-our concern I'd have ve be 
 ^' A Woman managing and houfcwife^v.
 
 POEMS. 
 
 75 
 
 ' Unlefs, intlcccl, you wifl-i to fiiglit us all, 
 With what feme pedants educalun call ; 
 ' Which all that I can make on't fecms dcfigu'd, 
 * To drive young women from tY.civ proper viiiid." 
 Indeed my friend, you mull excufc mc now, 
 If I fiuv.rd even laugh at v.^'' ^"d voztj, 
 Tiiat liid a change like tiiis b.^en propliccy'd, 
 I fhould have faid the oraci: had dy'd. 
 
 Surclv tiicfc horrid thougiits arc not your own, 
 You muft have borrow'd tlicrn wlien all alone ; 
 To make you entertainment for an ho'.ir, 
 As heav'n forbid ! you fl-;ould be in tlieii- pow'r. 
 Good truly, give yourfclf no furtlicr airs, 
 ' Unlefs you wifh to liave 7nc go do'.vn flairs : 
 ' Yfju"vc got a prcttv fct of notions, madam ! 
 ' Yet, for your f dee, I wifli fome other luid 'em, 
 
 ' Xone, but your friends would take fuch pain? 
 
 about you, 
 And for that matter I could do v/itliout you :
 
 70 1 OKMS. 
 
 ' Ilo^vcvcr as I'l:! //'/;' I nican to be 
 - \'c!v explicit cjs ) Oil n(<%\" r.-.iil! I'cc : 
 
 ' ho tell mr vvjiat \c.:\ n".c.in hy r<;\inj. fnciid r 
 fOnc wluifc cflecm, I !;o[)C-. will never end' 
 ' r|-(,n mv -.vord i a pre" v ckf.nition I 
 Sure lu;h a Tei:. d ;^ ;;-i jc r*;.;' :(j:i ! 
 
 ' And \'/r;\' i'i.ou.d yon. oi all loiks. wifli U) fm''! 
 ^ Ab;c:Tln.;cnlv in r''>!:a^'..^ d.< pi\i ^ 
 ' 1'a)w I deief: lo I^-ir ei ineli conceit ! 
 ^' }' ;/ ]-:;id mn;e r.:^cd 'eiirii to drcfs toib-;--. i;e;;t, 
 ' And nractice wintt \ on ];no\v of boil'd ctnd rnifr, 
 ' W.;'! tlic mou laving wviv to butter toafl, ; 
 ' 'i'lKn caieub't? iv-w lon',5 \t,vi eoal.- ^' on!d liold, 
 *' And fee vonr //,'r [) r .. Ln- 1 lo n'd to ihc <(..'./. 
 
 ' inmle about 
 
 ;be ];ov;fl' 
 
 '' I \varrant i,' v.dl! ];ccv vnu fif)ni tii" fi 
 I \v\\\ aaie:- ai.'i ftrive lo e'nu:o\- inv lin 
 }n proper poi'ion: o" it were a eriuav
 
 i^OEMS. 
 
 Vet cannot think with you it all fhould be, 
 Emplov'd in what is call'd ccconomy ; 
 Surely ouv viinds dcmund a little care, 
 \\c cv.:^lit to know 1 tiiink. what frinaL'.<; are. 
 
 PARAPHRASE 
 
 ' . W.Y. SECONU CI.'APTER. OF SAIN'T MATTHEW. 
 
 T^/HEX the great Saviour of mankind was born, 
 Who. for our fake?, endured pain and fcorn, 
 
 Ti'.e -.'.ufe nicn from the cafl inquiring came; 
 \\"i:erc i^ lirat glorious pcrionage ! whole flar 
 lias brought us to adore him from afar .' 
 
 1 ell us. ki.id flrangers ! his abode and name '? 
 
 King of the Jews ! wc arc aflur"d his iear 
 \Vi]l laTr foj- ever, eminently great ; 
 
 :ho'n pole to pole ins kingdom fliall extend
 
 78 
 
 rOKMS. 
 
 To liim the gath'ring of tlie world fliall be, 
 Thro' liis great pinv-'r fliall Haves their freedom fee 
 Ilisgoodnefs and his iiieicy know no end. 
 
 When Herod the prcdilion heard, his frame 
 V\'jih envy tr<'iu'>/\\l at a ri\ al's name, 
 
 And tliro' jenifalcm. tlie trouble fj)read : 
 The learned prieils and feribes were bid lo fdy ^ 
 Where tlie MelTlali hrfl would make Ids flay ; 
 
 As Oii!y fucli (1 Kin,] fliould eaidc his dread. 
 
 riieyaufwei'd him, in Jietlileliem. for thu.; 
 J he prophets have deelar;tl unto us, 
 
 'Iliisforoui comfort upon recoid !< ft ; 
 ' And tliou at Ik-tldehem, in JuJtu's l.ind. 
 '' Shall not amon^fl the /,,// ol I'tinces JLind^. 
 
 '' Nor ever be of rcf-jiity bereft. 
 
 ' Foi out of thee a t;oveinor Ihall lpnn<^, 
 " "J"o rule niv people ilVael, whi(l), () kiiu; 
 " We imi)aiient look lor ! as we all belivxe
 
 POEMS. 
 
 n 
 
 When from the monarch's prcfence they were gone, 
 On his pale countenance fufpicion fhonc, 
 And all his thoughts were turned to deceive. 
 
 lie of the Itrangcrs fecretly inquir'd, 
 
 What time the flar appear'd ! and then defir'd 
 
 riicy would in Bethlehem fome days employ ; 
 He urg'd them every diligence to ufc, 
 To find the infant monarch of the Jews, 
 
 That he might alfo zcorjliip him with joy. 
 
 I'he fagcs then departed, and their guide 
 Still ilou'ly mov'd before them as in pride, 
 
 To he the meffcng-i^r of heav'nly peace : 
 Which, wlicn they faw again, eaclr heart and voIcCj 
 Proclcun'd with raplurc/ how they did rejoice 
 
 At hading their expiring hope incrcafc. 
 
 (Mofo where it flop'd they enter and adore, 
 
 Then proftrate at the infant's feet imnlorc, 
 
 Acceptance of their humble facrifice ;
 
 8o POEMS. 
 
 Prefenting fragrant myrrh as purefl gold, 
 Frankinccnfe wliich their facrcd cenibrs hold. 
 And every homage duty can dcvifc. 
 
 Then God wl;o knows the inmoft thouglits of rr'.;; 
 Warn'd them, hy degree. t, to fruftratc Herod's pi 
 
 And to the country go anotlicr \v;m, : 
 He fent his angel alio, to inipire 
 Jofeph to flee the angry monarchy iie. 
 
 And with his lacred charge in /KgvDt 11 a^ . 
 
 Who took the virgin and her holy child. 
 Before tlie lamp of day on earth had linil'd, 
 
 Then fafe, without alarm, their roiit began : 
 So was tlie ancient piophecy fulHlI'd, 
 Whi<-h God into his fcivanis had inftiird, 
 
 " From out of /Egypt ha\-e I cdl'd niv Son. 
 
 Mean time when Herod thrjught himlelf dildain'd. 
 His anger was no mote to he reflrain'd, 
 
 And then bevond all bounds of furv hioke .
 
 POEMS. 
 
 Since he i!ie real object could not know, 
 lie vainlv thougiit to roor out cv'ry ioe, 
 
 Bv murd'ring Bethlehem's infants at a rirokt. 
 
 Kata that had I'cen two annual luns arifc, 
 1 ell to his jcaio'iiy a facrifice ; 
 
 Kor LonVi the p'ueiil^ fjve, tlio' fall, they fled ; 
 What horrid fccncs enfu'd ! dc!';:;iir and i-ricf 
 Rcfus'd condolence, willi'd trot lor relief! 
 
 dlu' frantic mother th.nk:. but of tlv.: dead. 
 
 But foon the impious monarch v/as compcll'd, 
 To leave th' op])rcinng fceptre that he held, 
 
 And render an account at heav'n's high throne; 
 'J here crowds of murdi-r'd innocents appear 
 Demanding juflice / whilft he droops with /('.^r, 
 
 Ana fdj-conviclcd .:vcry crime rnujl cicn.
 
 82 POEMS. 
 
 E X T E M P O R E 
 
 ON B 2 I N C DESIRED TO WRITE SOME VERSES OK 
 
 A IRIEXd's BiFTH-DAY. 
 
 A ND is my friend fo cruel gro'.vn, 
 \\ ;11 flic fxpols nic to the town ? 
 ("an fhc clciirc i:\'.- t ;'^''- to write, 
 That never yet could prolJ indite ? 
 
 Oil! luielynot! at leall wlicn told. 
 
 I could not for a niinc of gold. 
 
 How came \"ou to expect. 
 
 That I. who never would reilctt 
 
 Upon ilie lllght (jf time, Haould give 
 
 Another L/f'iis how to live ? 
 
 '"lis true, I own my will is good, 
 
 .\nd I'd ud\ lie \-ou, if I could ; 
 
 lint tliuik hi)W haid 'l would lie lo tio it, 
 
 111 this lain',- cli.iracL/r of Poet . 
 
 llow W(juM \o'! lautdi to Ilc mc takf 
 
 A ;)':ii. and fifi\- leiiers make ; 
 
 Ikiuie I could conjjole a line, 
 
 Ihat 1 fhouhl \v]d) to j)aii, h<y mine :
 
 POEMS. 83 
 
 Then fee mc bite poor lip and thumb, 
 Before th' ill-natur'd rhyme would come. 
 Snuff out the candles in a pet, 
 And fume about the room and fret ; 
 Return to thump tlie harmlefs fire, 
 And thus indulge my fpleen and ire : 
 
 " Oh, what a fool art thou, 
 
 '" To turn a poetaftcr now ; 
 
 ' Wliat foolifn thought infpir'd thy mind, 
 
 ' To think the mufes would be kind, 
 
 ' When you Icarcc know their very names, 
 
 Nor can of courl'c hivoke, the dames : 
 
 I'ui , think you, hmpleton ! they wait, 
 
 " Attendant at your humble gate ? 
 
 ' Xo. child ! if you fret out your eyes, 
 
 ' 1 h.c mufes would not hear vour cries." 
 
 And could you C- te like to fee, 
 
 You.r little friend in inifcry ? 
 
 Ko, no ! revoke the cruel lentcnce, 
 
 X'or dofim Jue to fevcrc repentance ; 
 
 For even nu)idd I f:r:vi to plcafe ye, 
 
 Af your requcfl 1 ihould but teafe yc :
 
 84 POEMS. 
 
 For this muft I beg in the ditty. 
 
 Hail! fairC -te ! kind and wittv 
 
 ' This is a day, in days of vore, 
 " Neither of us crc faw bcfoi c : 
 
 ' This is a day 'tis one to ten, 
 
 ' We fhali never fee a xain.'' 
 As tliis day navies \-(ju t\vci,tv-onc. 
 Rcfled ho^v fwiftly tiiric rolls on ; 
 Then mufl I morali/e awhile. 
 And thiis conchide in finij)]*.- ifylc ; 
 M;.y each jov be \ ours, for e\ cr ! 
 May )c)u meet n^':ill,!i. iievei ! 
 Mav No;;r friends fmceielx h.)-,'e \oi- 
 And no ul>l^ivris rife above you ! 
 Mav domcfUc pe ;cc await yo;:. 
 And no pov/'r of env\- liale vou ! 
 May povenv. contempt and pa;n. 
 From \-t)ur prcfeiM c (Idl r(').;i::i . 
 'A'iiiirt blcfrm'^s that ran T''-\-ei c'tr 
 Sti'l attend vou till \ ou die. 
 J'.u* of (-ne lliiv^ I mud retnmd \'';i;, 
 h\ wh.it ftate io e'er I luid vou ;
 
 POEMS. 8 
 
 o 
 
 ihat you never lienceforth afk mc, 
 
 To write in verle and fo unmafk. me 
 
 But rather as I'm not ivfpir'd, 
 Be grat-cful if you are not tir'd. 
 
 A K ELEGIAC 
 
 ADDRESS 
 
 TO AN' EMPTY PURSE. 
 
 ''Pi IE dreadful moment is at length arriv'd. 
 From which dread hour I bend my fate : 
 I. oft my heft friend, now of vour aid depriv'd^ 
 On nought but racking ills to ruminate. 
 
 Xo'V come on povcrtv ar.d all it's flailing tr.iinj 
 
 The,' fi-icnd's ncglcft, the cold, polite pafs by ; 
 'I'hr civil pitv. that hears a wretch complain, 
 Anci iriciius his fortune with a forc'd oui (u',h-
 
 86 POEMS. 
 
 On credit's ftock but who will credit give 
 
 To one whofe purlc boafts not one golden grain 
 
 Wiio'll flop diftrcfs and bid the ruin'd live? 
 Nor think of more than gratitude for gain. 
 
 To fomc damp cell cr garret's roollefs nooi., 
 
 \\"ho'lI watch the ftcps of one bv fortune crufliM 
 
 Who'll lift the latcli, fiiould mis'ry have a door. 
 And cnt'rinsr bid his iorrows all be hufli'd ? 
 
 On 071C ak)nc can ruin'd man depend '.' 
 
 For man with man deals but in outward fliow , 
 
 Tis d'jnth that fills the place of purfe and friend. 
 And virtue fulicrs from the Icoursje of woe. 
 
 Happy rcleafe ! from e'en life's fweetcft views, 
 Thncc ha])])y tlicn iioni mis'ry's bleak domain 
 
 No more to feel alTlittion's fcfl'ring bruile. 
 
 No rjiorc to feci tlie tort'riijg wrentli of pain !
 
 POEMS. 87 
 
 Welcome to mc jny friend ! now you're no more. 
 With whom all's gone that kept my joys afloat 
 
 Now like a weed neglefted on the fhorc,' 
 From ev'rv comfort ev'ry hope remote. 
 
 On you, not me ! did rofy joys attend, 
 
 'Twas you, not me ! that fweet content efl:c;i7i,'d 
 
 Pleafure profefs'd to me to be a friend, 
 It was for you flie all perfumes teem'd. 
 
 ^:lfc why ? all ! why ? the inflant you are fpent ^ 
 Clouds mantle plcafurc's luftrc beaming {l;y ^ 
 
 Elfe why does happinefs and fwect content. 
 At this dread inftant from my bofom fiv '<' 
 
 I did but farm the rofy morn of peace, 
 No more their beauties vegetate forme I 
 
 E'en bleft fricndJJiip only I held on. leafe, 
 The f!eetin<:j term was to cxnirc with tli./
 
 88 POEi\'L>. 
 
 I view the paft, but can't rccaji it"^ f^'ecr. 
 
 Tlic preient iuaves with fpcM.ic> oi <I.c([).!ii 
 If on I look r.r.- i;ght no comtori nuxn^, 
 
 On A\ liJcs wani and ;;ulc tL'; .iuriilcncc ila; 
 
 TIic bow of r.'/v-i will iink if I coiv.e ncui . 
 
 Mr tnt'nng ucj> tlic lich man's doors wiU ilou 
 T!k' hand of pl-.-ntv indc the cup of cliccr, 
 
 And to mv tiiirll rcfuf: a cooling dro!). 
 
 Slcon fwcel tranfcripf o! ih';:th':. cicunal I' :' 
 Oblivion dear ot i'di-'s c\'ci\- iil ; 
 
 Bv tncnds fnia o,:i ilu' wretch'., hi 'I r-'r. .i', 
 Rciucc ilp.inc -.'.-b.c:'^ .ill ni,.u':i \\m 1: i 
 
 Tli.-rc I'd rinci 
 One little: hour- 
 
 i ^ It :n\- acliin j^ mu'id 
 -lo bide inc from the latk 
 
 But W(ic too ftroii'^Iv i'/ii.id mv hcaij. ciilwin'd, 
 Mars tiic aitr.nj); uiid ^(ulls hiy ii;;il''j.s b:.ck.
 
 POEMS. 89 
 
 Dofboy'd ere ripe are all the fancy'd fchemes 
 Of Eden's blifs which I and Mvra laid ; 
 
 Vanifh'd for life are all love's airy dreams, 
 
 Whofe fweet enchantment round our bofoms plav'd. 
 
 We plan'd a garden wliofe (weets will ne'er grow, 
 Nor blend with odours the new-mown green ; 
 
 W^c planted fruits whofe checks will never glow. 
 To add new charms to love's fa^ncied f'cene. 
 
 1 he oaks Hope planted round our blifsful home^ 
 V.'ill ne'er afford the weary trav'ller fiiade ; 
 
 Nor will thofe flreams in rural beauties roam, 
 V/hich fond idea follow"d thro' the glade. 
 
 U^herc rofes grcv^' the blift'ring nettle thrives, 
 For now dcf :iir, not love, the fcencs prepare ; 
 
 Where zephyrs fportcd, th' flormy tempcO; drive 
 \nd fancied fwccts blafl thro' tlie air.
 
 go POEMS. 
 
 Nor flowci's blow, nor oaks majefiic I'prcad, 
 Nor fhephcrd's pipe delights a lift'ning flock ; 
 
 Nor lucid ftreains glide iof'tly thro' the mead, 
 And niurm'ring vanilh thro' th' charmed rock. 
 
 Each fccne created by lovely Myra's taflc, 
 Sweet but to her only I approv'd ; 
 
 Defpair has laid in dcfolated wafte, 
 
 And ev'ry charm that fancy gave remov'd. 
 
 Witli them, with fortune, and with iiope ends hie 
 I'or ah ! what's life to court my longer flay ? 
 
 Can I afk Myra t' waflc her day in ftrife. 
 
 And give her charms to iorrow's dread decay : 
 
 Peiliaps tliis moment ends life's vivid glow, 
 She cliides mv Hay with lieart-forebodiiig figlit 
 
 Oh! little does my dearerh Myra know, 
 
 7"hdt. ruiu'd loll lier iaitiiful dies.
 
 POEMS. 91 
 
 Alas ! the tidings foon will reach her car, 
 Soon thro' the rounds of bufy rumour roll ; 
 
 Or lome mourner moving with my bier, 
 
 With trembling lips tranflatcs the bell's flow toll. 
 
 Mifs B- 
 
 pERMIT, my dear, an abfcnt f';i^.nd, 
 
 The mite of Chriitmas mirth to fend 
 For tho' it is prodigious dull, 
 Tlie letter alwavs fiiould be full. 
 
 "^'ou know this place aflords no news, 
 Than that a neighbour bakes or brews ; 
 And if the truth I mud declare. 
 About ihar hufin'-Js / don't care.
 
 92 
 
 POEM. -5. 
 
 Our own cmplovmcr.ts are enough. 
 Yet ftop I did nut mean to fnuff. 
 And nii^ht with lels i)rcaivibulatioi!. 
 (Which you behold with deteftation) 
 
 IIi-ivc laid nt once '" I'/l tcl\ vc how 
 
 " Wc damfcls find amiiicip.cnt now ;" 
 
 The v/av is old I niuH admit, 
 And fear it is cflccrri'd /,-// wit. 
 
 Tho' r/f our rr/i ir.ay (hi!i the hraii: 
 .'llnigmas aic Ji-;;1 (juitc in \ani ; 
 I therefore liope you will icccivc, 
 A box of paint 'i or mu^A^ fudl gricv: : 
 Nav more I furcly fis:'!! fc^-l nam, 
 Unlcfs you will 2,: cat !):\rt c:- jilaui.
 
 POEMS. 93 
 
 M N I G M A I. 
 
 ''pAKE half an ancient poetefs, 
 
 And half the produce of dillrefs ; 
 VV^ith two fifths of what we fnun, 
 Makes up one colour and foon is done. 
 
 . N I G M A II. 
 
 ^I'lIIlEE quarters of a party name, 
 
 Which oft has been cnroU'd by fame 
 I'wo fcventlis of a lading foe, 
 Into th.e fecond piece muft go. 
 
 .E N I G M A III. 
 
 'priE next more fimplc, nur, i5e fmartc 
 Fake what it.gPl love ilien cliar
 
 iji POEMS. 
 
 .'E N 1 G M A I\'. 
 
 T^ULL J'.ali of wJial great numbers fear 
 
 (The' others purcliafc very dcarj 
 Join'd to a part of IIiiU Guild-liall. 
 A lovely colour fomc will call. 
 
 /E N I G M A V. 
 
 'T^IIRKK fourths of w}i;!t all pu])p:cs ui 
 
 An interjeTt'.oa knov/n ;o )'ou : 
 A fourth of what all wifh to be, 
 Is foon found out as A B C. 
 
 .E N I (; M A \ I. 
 
 'TT^AKK half an adinir.;! a^ ljia\ e 
 As ever dar'd th.c brin\- v.-a\c i 
 A fa\'oritc poet with him j<jiii5 
 But change a letter OI yon..: '
 
 POEMS. ^s 
 
 /ENIGMA VII. 
 
 TTALF of the weather few admire, 
 
 Two fixtlis of what we all require ; 
 A piece of fleel you often ufe, 
 Tho" the initial I rcfufc. 
 
 yE N I G IM A VIII. 
 
 T3ART of a virtue much dcfpis'd, 
 
 Two letters part of goddefs priz'd ; 
 Three fcvcnths of what females fear, 
 And the besinnin<T of a fneer* 
 
 .E NIG M A IX. 
 
 XTEXT take an half of Yorkfliircboaft, 
 
 A fcvcnth of what becomes fools moil ; 
 And half of what the wifcft know, 
 If met by an imirortal foe.
 
 rOLMS 
 
 jE X I G M A 
 
 T^IIREE fourtiis of a well-know clivu; 
 Whofe fermons in the clofol: fhinc 
 With what in ficges muft be made. 
 Before the citadel's dfiaid. 
 
 Ai N I G M A Xi, 
 
 A ND laftly. for you muil he tit'u. 
 '{'ake part of anv jud^e admii'd 
 
 By cqvial foes then add a part 
 
 Of goofl perfume to cheer youi he..'"
 
 POEMS. 
 
 APOLOGY .OR V A G R A K T S. 
 
 f ?. O :\l A C (J ^ N r R \ I I ;> i I L L , 
 
 CJR iiiirij ^\r.o li-H. to cv"vv Iionc of lill-. 
 
 Has lon^-^ with foiLi.uc Iicld unonuall'd iiyAj 
 y.no'.vn lO no iramau lovi: no Jiun^au c:irc, 
 :\\c fiicTMlcfs 'iai-.'..lcrs (,bi::5i: of dcipiar. 
 ^J^^lce the powr v?gr;int fccis wh.ilc he compisi:::. 
 Don't froiTi fad freedom 'cad to ladder chains; 
 Alike if fcllv, as misfurlunc brought, 
 Thcfe lail of woes Iiis evil days 'nave Vv'rouglrt : 
 J^cirevc v.-it;i locial incrcv and vitli me, 
 l-olr-.-"3 niiifortunc in th.e ui-fl degree. 
 Pcrnaps on fomc inhoipitabh: fnorc, 
 i- i)e i.oufclcfs \vr?tcii :\ ',r'd,)-.v\l Daront bt r: . 
 V . ;') t:;?;i :.o :n';re :;v go..<.ca i)ro{;;cls Ic;i, 
 Of tlic poor Indians begg'd a Icafv bed. 
 
 Cuhl on C:niadian linls M'ndcn's phun. 
 
 Perhaps lira,, pareni. nvjurn'd h.er foldicr iLdn ,
 
 98 POEMS. 
 
 Bent o'er Iicr babe licr eye diflblv'cl in dew. 
 The big drops mingling with the milk he drew 
 Gave the fad prefagc of his future years. 
 The child of mifery bapti/.'d in tears. 
 
 P R O T E C I I C) N 
 
 OF THE 
 
 i' O () R. 
 
 T ET age no longer toil u itli feeble fhife. 
 
 Worn by long lervice in the wai- of liie ; 
 Nor leave the licadtliat time hath whitcii'd bare. 
 To the rude infults of the Icoicliing air: 
 Nor bid the knee, b\' labrair baidetrc!, bend 
 O thou 1 tlic ])Oor man's hope, the poor m.in''^ 
 
 fr:end. 
 If wiien iro-.n Iie.w'n leeerer fealons fall. 
 Fled from the iio/.en rooi and mould'ring wail. 
 Eacli face the Tiitture of a wintei 's d.iv. 
 More llrong ilian 'I'l'U-r'i, pencil can jiouiiray "
 
 POEMS. 99 
 
 If then to thee refort the fhiv'ring train, 
 
 Of cruel days and cruel man complain, 
 
 Say to thy heart, (remember him who faid) 
 
 " Thefe people come from far and have no bread," 
 
 CONTINUATION 
 
 OF THE SAME. 
 
 "T^H AT roof have I remember'd many a year, 
 
 It once gave refuge to a hunted deer : 
 Here in thofe days we found an aged pair, 
 
 But time untenants Hah ! what fee'ft thou there? 
 
 ' Horrid ! by heaven's ! extended on a bed 
 ' Half naked feem two human features dead, 
 ' Embracing as alive ah no ! no life! 
 ' Cold ! breathlefs ! " 
 
 'Tis the fhepherd and his wife, 
 I know tlic fccne and brought thee to behold, 
 What 1 peaks more (hongly than the ftovy told ; 
 
 c;
 
 loo POEMS. 
 
 Tliey dy'd thro' want 
 
 " By ev'ry pow'r I f'wcar, 
 ' If the wretch treads the earth or breathes the air; 
 " Thro' whofe default of duty or defign " 
 
 They fell by t}i:nc ! 
 Infernal ! mine ! by 
 
 Swear on no pretence 
 A fwearlng juflicc wants both grace and fenfc. 
 When thy good father held this wide domain. 
 The voice of forrow never mourn'd in vain ; 
 Sooth'd by his pity by his bounty fed, 
 The fick found med'cine and the aged bread : 
 He left their int'refh to no parifh care, 
 No bailiff urg'd his little empire there . 
 No village granted, flarv'd them as opprcfs'd. 
 He learnt their wants and then thofe wants rrdi cfs'd 
 Even thefc unliappv! who beheld too l.itc. 
 And fmotc thy licart witli iKinor .it their fate, 
 His bounty found and dcftin'cl Iicre to kccji, 
 A fmall dctacl'.mcnt for liis tnountain's fliCv-p ; 
 Still plcas'd to hear them from ih' annual !,i;: . 
 Tlr uuv-, ni'.cn hiil'ry of their prj/.ts bcai ;
 
 POEMS. 101 
 
 More nobly plcas'd thofc profits to refiore, 
 A.nd if their fortune fail'd them make it more. 
 When nature gave her precept to remove, 
 Mis kinched fpirit to the realms of love, 
 Afar their anguilli from thy dijlant ear, 
 No arm to favc and no proteftion near ; 
 Led by t!ie lure of unaccounted gold, 
 Thy bailiiT feii:.'d their little flock and fold ; 
 
 riieir v'ant contending pariflies furvey'd, 
 And this difown'd and that refus'd to aid ; 
 Au'lulc who would Jiot fuccour them they try'd, 
 
 And \n iliat while the wretched vi6lims dy'd.
 
 102 POEMS. 
 
 SONNE T. 
 
 T OVELY Nature now is blooming. 
 Deck'd in all the charms of Ipring 
 Summer fweets each houi improving. 
 Tempt the feather'd tribe to fmg. 
 
 See the tender lambkins fporting. 
 Bleating, innocent and gay ; 
 
 See the ruddy fhepherd courting ' 
 Artlcfs as the lambs at pla\ . 
 
 Happy mortals ! thus pofTeflmg. 
 
 All the joys of rural life ; 
 Grateful own the tranquil blcfTrng 
 
 Void of buftlc. care and ftrife.
 
 POEMS. 103 
 
 SONNET, 
 
 /^ ENTLE zephyrs as you fly, 
 
 If you kils my fair one's ear ; 
 Whifper foft that you've a figh! 
 But from whofe heart fhe mufl not hear. 
 
 Limpid rill ! if e'er my love, 
 Near thy gurgling runnel rove ; 
 Murmur that from tears you rife. 
 But tell her not from whofe fad eyes.
 
 i04 POEMS. 
 
 C A R E . 
 
 O ARE ! care ! awav 'tis not thy cLiv. 
 
 In vulgar hour lliy debt wc"ll pav ; 
 Sec Fancy's blisful vifion rife, 
 A cliarm which all thy rage defies. 
 7"he fparlc ccthcrial and dix'inc. 
 That llg'nts to heaven vlicn louc]-,"d witli wii 
 That fcts th' immortal fpirit free, 
 And bids thee Tin- our Jubilee. 
 
 Gf>, flucraard i;o I prepare th\- woi- 
 for tliofc whole bofomr, never glou : 
 For us wc feel within our loui, 
 Kind Nature's befl alTedlions loll ; 
 And well tiiou ki-.ow'fl the foeial heart, 
 DdowHS tliy l\va\ and (ctjrns tliv dart ;
 
 POEMS. 
 
 Then quick begone ! for here thou'lt be, 
 A jeft for all our Jubilee. 
 
 And now thou'fl (led may fancy tree?. 
 The magic pow'r by beauty fprcad ; 
 And wit's bewitching liglit difclofc, 
 
 To mem"ry all the blifs it knows : 
 Tin dreaming from the raptur'd foul, 
 The heart's infufion^ zefts the bowl \ 
 And wakes the joys which all agree. 
 Make friendfnip's luippiefh Jubilee. 
 
 Tiic i-.earts we know where pafrions gloW; 
 Arc types of heaven's bclT; works below ; 
 The jovial and fli' gen'rous breads, 
 Are ftill the feats where Virtue refts : 
 A free liv'd fervor marks the brave, 
 A clofe livcl coldnefs brands the knave ; 
 Then Care confume the wretch whiift v/e 
 Let loofe our fouls in Jubilee. 
 
 '05
 
 io5 POEMS. 
 
 In this gay Jcat where plcafures incei, 
 M'herc mirth and wit, and love retreat 
 This tempting banquet doubly flor'd, 
 To charm the fenle or ciicer the board . 
 Let's prove the bleffings life imparts, 
 Not wafted on our manly hearts ; 
 But free oui lelves with boundlels gl''e 
 Let loofe our louls in Jubilee. 
 
 V L R S E S 
 
 ON THE DEATH OF 
 
 Capt. COO K, 
 J x s c p. I n n D TO mi s s & i; w a k n . 
 
 A LAS ! lie's dead ! each forrowmg chief re]')li 
 
 To his blell mem'iy let the altais rile ; 
 Gay Flora bring thy flow'rs of bi ightcfl bloom, 
 W'c rear to gallant COOK a facred tomb. 
 Such as of old the noble warrioi s grac'd. 
 When fliiclds and helmets in array were phu 'd
 
 POEMS. to/ 
 
 OM AI he tells us Britain thefe affords, 
 Such grandeur with a Britifh mind accords. 
 But the' no lettered epitaph appears, 
 Brave COOK accepts the tribute of our tears ; 
 While Otaheitan maids in concert mourn, 
 And wild with forrow deck the funeral urn. 
 Tho' they the fad and folemn talk purfuc. 
 And at each morn the garland ftill renew ; 
 While all the warrior chiefs affcmble round, 
 And caft their once gay plumes upon the ground : 
 Thefe were his gifts* they cry ! but he no more 
 Returns to give or teach us wifdom's lore ; 
 Tho' ftrangers mourn and gratefully affay, 
 To raife for COOK a funeral Morai, 
 But v.'hat does Britain to his brav'ry owe, 
 Whofe dauntlefs courage guides the fearlcfs prow > 
 How great the danger and how poor the gain ! 
 The pleafure tranhent lafting is the pain ; 
 And yet thofe dangers COOK unmoved heard, 
 Before his own his country's good rever'd ; 
 Behold he goes ! and dares the raging florm, 
 From pole to pole his vafl ideas form :
 
 io8 POEMS. 
 
 Lands undifcovcr'd wntcr^ yet unfccn ! 
 
 Tho' twice around the globe great COOK luulbecn. 
 
 Now lend, dread niglit! thy veil of fable hue, 
 
 Go hide the mournful tale alas! K.o Vrvz ! 
 
 A better fate thou didfl deferve to have, 
 
 Than thus to fall thy countrymen to favc. 
 
 Dcfcend Nemcfis ! and in wrarh divine. 
 
 Punifli the horrid wretclics for their crime ; 
 
 Roll ! thunders roll ! and fkics upon them pour, 
 
 The grcatefl plagues that vengeance has in ftore : 
 
 Britons arife ! and animated lave 
 
 The fame of COOK ! from drear oblivion's grave ; 
 
 Ye Poets take your lyres and grateful fing. 
 
 Our hero's praifc on cv'ry tuneful llring. 
 
 And now, behold ! a graceful form appears. 
 
 T;s SEWARD'S ! hark ! the niufic of the ipiicrcs , 
 
 Hail, gentle maid ! whole mnid the mulci, hre, 
 
 And C'lio robes tliee in her own atlire ; 
 
 \\"h:lc plcas'd we hear the gl()r\- thou records. 
 
 And tlic dire furv of the lavage lioids : 
 
 \Vc wifh wc inch a man again ma^ Ice, 
 
 And that his praifes may be lung })y tliec.
 
 POEMS. 109 
 
 ^ THE FAITHFUL 
 
 -N E G R O, 
 
 AN ELEGIAC FRAG M EXT. 
 
 'ANGAR, a (lave lov'd Sadra as his life, 
 And wifh'dto call her by the tender name of wile 
 I'hcir gcn'rous maftcr ere two moons had run, 
 Ilu:nanc!v join'd their tender hearts in one. 
 
 Tvs'O years had Mangar wed his faithful bride, 
 
 When Death he call'd the good old mafter dy'd: 
 
 The honed black his woolly hair did rend, 
 l"or with a maftcr Man^-ar loft a friend. 
 
 Bending Ids body o'er the mournful bier. 
 Paid all the tribute of a grateful tear ; 
 A new I'uccefibr now began to reign, 
 And took pofteirion of tlie Indian plain.
 
 no POEMS. 
 
 But ah ! how far unlike the late old cliief, 
 This haughty tyrant fill'd each heart with grief; 
 Pride and ambition now tlieir entrance found. 
 And dcfolation fnread new terrors ror.nd. 
 
 Hall of the part of the poor negro crew, 
 
 Were fold for plcafurc to give place to new ; 
 
 But ah ! my pen, mufl you the tale unfold ? 
 'i'hc foft the gentle Sadra fhe was fold. 
 
 Dear maffa ! ma!Ta ! cry'd the wretched flavc, 
 O ! fell me. malfa ! but my Sadra fave ; 
 What's all the world to Mangar like t/irfc charm, 
 I'hen ir.ftant clafp'd her in his faithful arms. 
 
 llcr tender feelings could not (land the tcfl, 
 But fwooning funk upon her Indian's bread ; 
 Th" aftonifli'd Have was ftruck with dread furprife. 
 Fit ft view'd his wife then rais'd t(j hcav'u Iuscac;
 
 POEMS. - 111 
 
 His quiv'ring lips attempted to exprefs 
 In vain the anguilh of his deep diflrefs ; 
 Great fun afTifl: my forrow help to quell 
 He rcei'd he ftagger'd and together fell. 
 
 With unconcern flood by the callous chief, 
 And vicw'd them lock'd in fell defpair and grief ; 
 For inftant calling to his favage crew, 
 davc the command to bear them from his view. 
 
 Take hence the wretch and to the fhip convey, 
 
 But tell the negro I require his ftay ! 
 
 Quick from his arms his fenfelcfs mate lie bore, 
 
 And dr;!gg'd licr flraightway to the bleaky fliore. 
 
 I'lic ready ihip rcceiv"d it's vlclim'd hoft;, 
 Spread her broad fails and left th' Indian coaft ; 
 N'aturc the fl-vc Ids fenfes did reftore, 
 lie ?az'd around but Sadra was no more.
 
 112 POEMS. 
 
 Then wildly ftarting rcarch'tl each cve\ ice ror. 
 And frantic dafli"d his body to the ground : 
 Ah fun ! he cry'd, mc mind not whip or cliaiu. 
 To what me feci within my aching brafn. 
 
 And have they fent my Sadra then away ' 
 And do they tink tliat iMan;Mr here will ila\ ." 
 No ! come forth knife youi kind afhllancc kn;;. 
 And prove for once the negro's only friend. 
 
 No more my Sadra world m.e bid adieu, 
 Tho' maiTa's falfc yet Mangar he is true ; 
 
 Scarcely the Have had thcfe few words exprelbd^ 
 But plung'd the friendly fleel into liis breaft. 
 
 'Tis done, my Sadra I yes, tlic deed is o'er, 
 Now, now we'll meet we'll n:eet to part no mort. 
 The fainting negro Lmguid, fmil'U and figh'd, 
 And fuulrring Mangar bow'd lum dowa and dy'd.
 
 POEMS. 
 A X N A, 
 
 AN ELEGIAC CHARACTER. 
 
 ^pilE great tlic eventful hour is cornc 
 I'hat fixes Anna'i lafting doo;n. 
 
 And calls her foul awav ; 
 'i"h' expiring faint lias learnt to die, 
 To liCavc the dread convulfive ligh, 
 
 And mix with kindred clay. 
 
 The faithful partner of her heart, 
 Would fain cxtraft the baneful dartj 
 
 And hold her to his brcafl ; 
 But all in vain flic finks ! flie dies ! 
 Away her faultlcfs fpirit flies, 
 
 To realms of endlefs blifs. 
 
 Tier duteous children weeping flanc, 
 And f'ui/.c their parent's chilly hand, 
 
 Bath'd in the fvvcat of dc:a;.h ; 
 
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 114 POEMS. 
 
 Then recollcft th' advice (he gave, 
 When thus flic took her icnd'rcft leave. 
 And fpoke witli lutefl breath. 
 
 ' Weep not for me," the fuffcrer faid, 
 ' When in the tomb my limbs arc laid, 
 
 " Returning dull to dull ; 
 No fculptur'd tomb fhull guard my clay. 
 ' No pompous epitaph difplay, 
 
 ' Nor animated buft. 
 
 '' Far be luch aids to purchafe fame, 
 ' And eternize an humble name, 
 
 ' I'lom my laft fad abode : 
 ' But oil ! that icgiftcrbe mine ! 
 " W'hcre h;ij)py faints didinguifli'd fiiine. 
 
 " The calendar of (iod. 
 
 ' With lively faith and humble hope. 
 *' 'ihc dying chrillian's only prop, 
 ' i" vield mv \'ital breath ;
 
 POEMS. 
 
 He who redeemea me, can fave 
 '' From all the terrors of the grave, 
 " And raife mc after death. 
 
 My fteps purfue ye dcareft friends ! 
 " And when your earthly warfare ends, 
 
 " Then fliall we meet again ; 
 ^- Entranc'd in extacy to prove. 
 ' Tlie pleafure of feraphic love, 
 
 ' Beyond the reach of pain." 
 
 Oh ! may fjrvivors bear in mind, 
 How calm ! how happy ! and rcfign'd ! 
 
 The virtuous viftim f^-Il ; 
 And let them foothe her hov'ring fliadcj 
 T^y ftill rcmemb'ring what fhe faid, 
 
 How look'd the lonff farewell 
 H 
 
 1^5
 
 ii6 POEMS. 
 
 MONODY 
 
 TO THE MEMORY OF A YOUNG L A D 'i j 
 (from MR. D O D S I. E ^ ' S C O L I, I- C T I O N )' 
 BY MR. SUA W . 
 
 YET do I live ! O how fhall I fuftain 
 
 This \afl unuftcrablc weight of woe ? 
 This worfc than Jiungcr. poxcrty, or pain, 
 
 Or all the complicated ills behjw 
 She, in wliofc life rny hopes were trcafurd all 
 
 Is f^one for ever fled, 
 
 Mv deareff, Emma's dead ; 
 Thefe e\es thcfe tear-fwoln eves hcluld her fall . 
 Ah no flu- lives on Idiiic tar ha])piei (hoie. 
 She lives, but (cruel thought! ; flielnes lorine no lao 
 
 T, who the tedious abfence of a da\ 
 
 Rcmo\ 'd, would languifh for ;ny charmer's li^^l.;
 
 POEMS. 
 
 Would chide the ling'ring moment for delay, 
 And fondly blame the flow return of night : 
 
 liow, how fhall I endure ? 
 
 (O mifery part a cure !) 
 Hours, days, and years fucceffively to roll, 
 Nor ever more behold the comfort of my foul. 
 
 Was fhe not all my fondell wifli could frame ? 
 Did ever mind fo much of heav'n partake ? 
 Did {lie not love me with the purefl; flame. 
 
 And give up friends and fortune for my fake ? 
 Tho' mild as evening fl^ies, 
 Witii downcafl:, dreaming eyes, 
 Stood the flern frown of fupercilious brows. 
 Deaf to their brutal threats, and fatal to her vo\v'S. 
 
 Come tiien. fomc mufc ! the faddcfl; of the trainj 
 (No more your bard fnall dwell on idle lays) 
 
 leach mc each moving, melancholy fl:ra!n, 
 And O ! d'fcard the pageantry of phrafe :
 
 ii8 POEMS. 
 
 Thus, haply as I paint 
 
 The fource of my cpinplains. 
 Aly foul may own tU' impafliou'd line : 
 A flood of tears may gufh to my relief. 
 And from my fwcUlng ]iea.rt clifcl',uigc this load 
 Sticf. 
 
 lorbcar. my fond officious fncn-L., f-jiljca: 
 
 To wound my ears with the fad talcs vou tell : 
 ' How good (he was, how gentle, and liow fai; I 
 
 In pity ccafc alas ! I know too well : 
 How, in her fwect cxprcfilvc face 
 
 Beam'd forth the beauties of her mind, 
 Yet heighten'd by exterior grace 
 
 Of manners moll engaging, moil refiu i; 
 
 Xo piteous objccl could fhe fee, 
 But her ioit bofom fliar'd the wo'. 
 
 Whilfl fmiles of afiability, 
 
 Endcar'd whatever boon fhc mi^hl bcltow
 
 POEMS. ii5 
 
 Whatc'er th' emotions of her "heart, 
 
 Still {ho:ie confpicuous in her eyes. 
 Strai'.gcr to ev'ry female art, 
 
 Alike to feign, or to difguife : 
 And O the boaft how rare ! 
 T]:c fecret in her faithful bread reposM, 
 She n2"cr wilh lawlefs tongue difelos'd, 
 
 In fjcrcd filence lodgr'd invi'latc there, 
 O feeble words unable to exprefs 
 I:cr matchlefs virtues or my own diftrcfs ! 
 
 Rclcntlcfs Death ! that, fteel'd to human woe, 
 
 With iTiurd'rous hands deals havock on mankind, 
 Wliy (cruel) ftrikc this deprecated blow, 
 
 And leave fuch wretched multitudes beliind ? 
 Hark ! groans come wing'd on ev'rv breeze ! 
 
 The fons of Grief prefer their ardent vow ; 
 Opprefs'd with forrow, want, or dire difciife. 
 
 And fupplicatc thy aid, as I do nov/ : 
 in vain Pc;verfe, flill on the unwecting hc:^d 
 -'Tis thine lliy vengeful darts to flicd ; 
 Hope's infant blofToms 'o dcRrov, 
 And clrcnrh in tears the face of jov.
 
 120 POEMS. 
 
 But oh ! fell tyrant ! yet cxpcft the hovir 
 When Virtue fliall renounce thy power ; 
 W]icn thou no more Ihah blot tlic face of day 
 Nor mortals tremble at thy rigid fwav. 
 Alas! the day where'er I turn my eyes, 
 Some fad memento of my lofs appears ; 
 I fly tlie fatal lioufe fupprefs my fighs, 
 Rcfolv'd to dry my unavailintr tears: 
 
 But, ah ! in vam ncj cliangc of time or ]jh.t 
 The memory can efface 
 Of all that fwectnels, that enchanting air, 
 Kow lofl; and nought remains but angu.fli ar:d 
 dcfpair. 
 
 W'licrc were the delegates of Hca\'cn, oh wlvciv; ; 
 
 Ap])ointrd \'irtuc's cliildreii lafe to keep ! 
 Had Innocence or Virtiiehecn their raie. 
 
 She had not cK-'d, nor bad I li\'"(i to weep : 
 Mov'd by my tears, and by hei ])aii'nce mo\''d. 
 To fee her force th' endearing Imde. 
 My for rows to beguile, 
 When Torture's kccncff rage fhc pro\ '>i ;
 
 POEMS. 121 
 
 Sure ihev had warded that untimely dart, 
 
 Which broke her thread of life, and rent a hufband's 
 
 heart. 
 How fliall I e'er forget that dreadful hour, 
 When feeling Death's rcfiftlcfs power. 
 My hand f]:e prefs'd, wet with lier falling tears, 
 And iluis, in fault'ring accents, fpoke her fears ! 
 Ah, my lov'd lord, the tranficnt fcenc is o'er, 
 " And wc mufl part (alas!) to meet no more ! 
 
 ' But oh! if e'er thy Emma's name was dear, 
 
 If e'er thy vows have charmVl my ravifh'd car ;. 
 
 '' If, from thy lov'd embrace my heart to gain, 
 
 ' Proud friends have frown'd, and Fortune I'mil'd in 
 
 vain, 
 " If it lias been my folc cndeayour. fiiii 
 ' To acl in all, obfequious to thv v\-ill ; 
 To watch thv very fmiles, thy wifli to know. 
 Tlicn onlv truly blcft when thou wert i'o : 
 / If 1 li.r.-e doted witli that load excels, 
 ' Nor Love could add, nor Fortune make it Icfs : 
 ' If this I've done, and more oh! then be kind 
 'i'o the dear lovely babe I leave behind.
 
 122 POEMS. 
 
 " When time my once-lov'd mcm'iy fhall cfF.icr, 
 '' Some happier maid may take tliy Emma's phue, 
 '^ ^^'ith envious eves tliy partial tondncfs fee, 
 *' And liatc it for the lo\'e thou bore to nic : 
 " My dcarefl Shaw, forgive a woman's fears. 
 " But one word more l\ cannot bear thv tear'.' 
 
 " Promifo and I will truH; thv faithful voiv. 
 
 '= (Oft have I try'd, and ever found tlieeirur 
 '" That to fome diftant (pot thou wilt rcmuvc 
 ' This fatal pledge of hiiplefs Emma's love, 
 " Where fafe. thy blandifliments it may ]jartaKe. 
 ' And oh! be tender fur it's mother's f.ih-. 
 
 ' Wilt tiiuu ? 
 
 ' I know tiu)u wilt iad filcnce fpcaks all-,!:'. 
 
 ' And in tliat ;)leahng liope thv Emma dies conti:!! 
 
 I, ^v]lO with more th.an manly ittengt'i h.;;v.; 1)(,;( 
 Th.c various ilL impos'd by cruel hate 
 
 Suftaiu the hrmnefs of my ioul v.a ::vr.Vi . 
 But hnk beneath the weigiu : 
 
 Tuft Heav'n (I crv'd; from Mem'rv's eaillLih (Li 
 No comfort has thv v.'reU:hed fuupliant knowr'.
 
 POEMS. 1 
 
 rvli^forlune ftiil v/ith unrelciiliiig fway, 
 Has cluim'd me for her own. 
 
 But O in pitv to ::iv grief, rellorc 
 
 1 his onlv i'ourc^ of blifs : I ai'k I afic no iTiorc 
 V ain hope tli' irrevocable dcora is pall, 
 
 Ev ;: :iow llic Icol-vS fnc fighs her Liil 
 
 Vainly I ftrive to ftuv her ileetiu^ brcat".:, 
 And. v.hth rebellious h.eart, prorell sgainfl her 
 djatii. 
 
 .\'!ieii tlie ficrn tyr.-.iit tlvs'd her lovclv c^'cs. 
 How did I reve. ui::taught to bear ihe blow! 
 '{': i;npious \viui to tc:\r her from the 11^' cs; 
 How cuiie nvy I'ate ii^. b;tternefs of woe ! 
 
 Bt:t whither would this dreadful fvenz- h-:ad, 
 Fond ntan, forbear, 
 Tiiv fruitle!b Ibrrow fpare, 
 
 Dare no: to tafK wliat Heaven's hi-di v.-ill decreet; 
 
 In humble revhencc kifs th' ahlieled ro:!^ 
 
 And Drofbratc hov/ to a:; ofler^!:-d Gr-S,
 
 i2i POEMS. 
 
 Pcrluips kind Heaven in mercy dealt tlic blow. 
 
 So:nc faving tiu;!; tin- roving foul to tcarh; 
 To wcin thv heart from groveling \ i.-w:, below. 
 
 And point out blJi;, bc\'0!id Mi.^fo/tunc's reach 
 To fi:c^v that all the flatt'ring Iciieincs of joy, 
 
 V\"]iich tow'ring Hope fo fondly builds in air. 
 One fatal moment can dcfhov. 
 
 And plunge th' cradling Maniac in dclpaii'. 
 Then OI v.-ili; piteous I'oititudc fidtain 
 Thv -.Vi-efer.t lo!s iiapl)-, th)' iuiure gam; 
 
 Xor kt tliy ^,^;^;.\ <l:e in \ain ; 
 lime fi'iall admir.iil^ r it's wonted b.dm, 
 Vridh.u'h tli.'s PL(;nn o! gncf !o no unpdeafmg call 
 
 Tiiustr.e p(j(jr ;j;rd. !)V iumc d.l.dLiwiis iatc 
 C aught and nripi .lon'u in a ioneI\- (a;'e. 
 
 I'orn irom it's naI:^-^ lieidN. and deaicr luate. 
 1 hitters av.'iiile. <!;id Ipends it's lirle rage . 
 
 Bui. fniding all it's ellorts weak :mci wu'i;. 
 
 Xoinore jt pauts and rages for the pl.iiii ;
 
 POEMS. 125 
 
 Ivloping awhile, in fallen mood 
 
 Droops the fwect mourner but, ere long 
 
 Prunes it's light wings, and pecks it's food, 
 
 And meditates the fong : 
 Serenely io; rowing, breatlics it's piteous cafe, 
 And with it's plaintive warblings faddcns all the 
 place. 
 
 Forgive mc. Heaven yet yet the tears will flow. 
 
 To think how foon my I'ccnc of blifs is pafL ! 
 My budding joys jufl promifing to blow, 
 
 All nipt and wither'd bv one envio.is blafl ! 
 Mv hours, that laugliing wont to fleet away, 
 Move heavily along ; 
 Where's now ilic fprigiitly jod, Cic iocui 
 (ong ? 
 lime creeps iniconfcicMis of dcligli.i ; 
 iIo\\- fhall I cheat tlie tedicus day i' 
 
 And O the joylofs nigiil ! 
 
 Where (hall I reft my weary head ? 
 
 How fhall I hnd rcpofc on a fad widow 'd bed
 
 126 POEAIS. 
 
 Come * Theban drug, the wretch's cnlv aid, 
 To my torn heart it's former pe;ice rcftorc . 
 
 I'hy votary wrapp'd in thy Lythean fliad?. 
 Awluic fliall ccafc h.isforrows to ucpiore ; 
 
 Ilaply wlien lock'd in ilccp"s cnibu^cc. 
 
 Again I fliall behold my L:i\: \'3 L;cv ;. 
 Atrain willi trar.fnort I'.-ar 
 
 o i 
 
 Ilcr voice [oh \\-I);r[)'riiie in mv ca" 
 Mav ftcal oncp more a halmv kn. , 
 And tafte at leaft of vifionary bkls. 
 
 Bi;t a'.i ! f!f uruvcln;;n^ inorn's ob;niding lii^ln 
 Will all my Hiad'wv fchcmcs of bliL^ dcpole. 
 ''.'.'iH icar the dear illi'.iion fioni my light. 
 And wake m.e to t':-,- fcnfc of all ^^r: woes : 
 ]{ to tiic \-cr(l;!nt iiehio I ibay. 
 AhiLi ! wlia; ]!l';.inu'cs now can ihefe co:ivey 
 Ilcr U)\cly i'.iim pnrf.'.cs wheie'ci I ;^(). 
 Ar:ci darkens .lil the hcnc witii woe. 
 .iV-' \;!t;n-e's la\'i!h bounlic:. ch.ecr'd no mori .
 
 Sorrowing I rove 
 
 Thro' valley, grot. ;;nd grove, 
 Nought can their beauties or my lofs reftore ; 
 Xo herb, no plant, can med'cinc my difcafe, 
 And TTiv Tad f\:\h> arc borne on ov'ry pLifBnj brcc^c. 
 
 Sicknefs and lorrow hov'ring round my bed, 
 W'iK) now with anxious hafle fnall bring rc!;cf, 
 
 Wirii lenient hand fupport my droopinc; iicac, 
 AfTwage ni\ pains, and mitigate my grief .'' 
 
 Sho'ald worldiv bufiners call away, 
 
 Who now fhall in my abfence fondl)- mourn; 
 
 Count ev'rv minute of the loit'ring da^^ 
 Impatient for mv quick return ? 
 
 Should augiit my bofom difcompofe, 
 W'lio now v.-ith fvv-eet complacent air, 
 Sliall fmooth the rugged brow of Care, 
 And foftcn all my woes ? 
 
 Too faithful Mcm'ry ceafc, O ccafc 
 
 How fnall I e'er regain mv ncace ? 
 
 'O to forget her'; but how vain eacli art, 
 
 V/hiin every virtue lives imprinted on my Iieart,
 
 128 
 
 POKMS. 
 
 And t!i()Li, ;nv li:t!c r]icri-;b. left bciuiid, 
 
 l"o hear afatr.ci"s plaiiits_, to iliaic his woes. 
 When Reaiun"i dawn informs thy infant uiind, 
 
 And '.hv iwcct-iiipmg tongne Ihall ask the caiif.,^ ; 
 IIuw oit wit}: lonow Ihall nunc cncj iLino\;", 
 \\'h,cn, t'.vining round :,\y l;.nL'cs. I trace 
 Tliy mother's l.n;Ic i:p(;n t].\' uicc 
 Plow oft to my full iicart (iiall thou rcitorc 
 Sad mcm'ry of my joys ah now no niorc ! 
 liy blcllings once enjoy'd now more chftrcfb, 
 More beggar by tl-.c rich.es once poilcft. 
 
 My little darling ! -dearer to me grown 
 
 I^y all the tears thou'fl caused O ftrangc to heai !^ 
 Bought witli a life yet dcarei than thy own, 
 'I l.y ciadle purclu's'd with iliv mother's btcr; 
 Vv'lio now n-.all leek with fontl deliglii, 
 'iliV mlan; fleps to guide aiii;]"'.' ' 
 Slie, \\ Jio with doatuig eyei, Avou'd gaze 
 On all thv liitle ailKts ways, 
 Hy all thy fuft euclear.i.ents bl^ft, 
 And chdu tlice (/'t with tranTport (o ]ier breaf! 
 
 :'\\,i< I is gone '^'et i'lalt tliou prov'e 
 
 .^ lath', i'. deaiefl. lend'rer. lo\ e '
 
 POEMS. 129 
 
 And O (wcet fenfelefs fmiler (envied flate!) 
 As yet unconfcious of thy haplefs fate, 
 When years thy judgment fliall mature. 
 And Reafon fhcw thofc ills it cannot cure, 
 
 Wilt thou, a father's grief alTwagc, 
 For virtue prove the Phoenix of the earth ? 
 fLikc her. thy mother dy'd to give thee birth' 
 
 And be the comfort of my age ! 
 When fick and languifliing I he, 
 Wilt thou my Emma's wonted care fuppl)- ' 
 
 And oft, as, to thy liil"ning car, 
 Thy mother's virtues and her fate I tell, 
 
 Say. wilt thou diop the tender tear, 
 Whilft on the mournful tlicme I dwell ? 
 I'hen, fondly dealing to thy father's hde, 
 
 Wlicne'er thou fcefl; the foft diflrefs, 
 Which 1 would vainly f.^ck to i:idc, 
 
 Say, wilt thou drive to make it Icfs? 
 To foothc my ibrrows all thy cares employ, 
 A:\(\ It! :tiv cup of grief infufc one droD of iov :
 
 130 
 
 POKMS. 
 
 L I X E S 
 
 A D D R r. S S E D T O A 'e K A U T I F U I. Y O V N G .'. O M A X , W H C 
 
 MADE Kr. H r:r, ST at p r. A r. .\;cc ?; on Tiir ST.\r. r 
 
 IN THE CII.\RACTr. R OF LOUISA D U UF F V . ! 
 THE COMEDY OF THE V. F S T INDIAN. 
 
 "C' ACII fiitv;rc aflioii of *\our lite. 
 
 May jufh applaufi: attend ; 
 Siicli as wlicn you appcarM. lafl; n;glt* 
 Was ccho'd fioiii each hlcnd. 
 
 Not only fi'icnds iinpartA.'! eyes 
 "^'our merit too ecTilcl^^'d ; 
 
 And cv'ry tongue, and e\'iV liand. 
 "J'licir loud applaule cxprelb'd. 
 
 Encnantlng maul ! while in your fonn, 
 
 I.ouifa'b cii.irms \vc find ;
 
 POEMS. 13* 
 
 Oh ! may her virtues ever dwell. 
 Sole inmate of thy mind. 
 
 Tlio' public plaudits charm thine ear, 
 
 Be it thy care to win, 
 The plaudits of a confcious heart, 
 
 Of reftitude within. 
 
 So fliall thy future life convince, 
 
 lliis bold, licentious age ; 
 That beauty, youth, and virtue can, 
 
 UnbUniijli'd tread the ftagc. 
 I
 
 132 POEMS. 
 
 DAY OF judgment; 
 
 AN ODE, 
 ATTEMPTED IN' ENGLISH SAri'HlCK. 
 
 \X 7I1EX the ficrcr A','?7/. wii d witii his airy forces. 
 
 Rciu-;- (!]> the r^ul'id fo afoiUTiiiig furv ; 
 And tlic red liglit'ning, witli j P.orni of haih comes 
 
 Ridhiim aniam down. 
 
 How tl^c poor faih)rs ftand am tz'd and tremble, 
 V/];;k: ii>' lioarfe tliundcr. like a bloody trumj)et, 
 Ri^ais a loud onfet to the gaping waters, 
 
 ()iiick to (lr\-oi;r them. 
 
 Si;ch fliall the noife be. and the wild difordei. 
 {!', tlrngs eteinal may be liketlule eari]d\) 
 S'l'.li tlic dire terror, wlien the gieat .ucb.atigel 
 
 Shakes tJie creation.
 
 POEMS. 
 
 133 
 
 Tears the ftrong pillows of the vaulted Heaven, 
 Breaks up old marble, the repofc of princes, 
 See the graves open, and the bones arifing, 
 
 Flames all around 'cm ! 
 
 Hark ! the fhrill outcries of the guilty wrclchcs, 
 Lively bright horror, and amazing anguifh 
 Stare thro' their eye-lids, while the living worm lies 
 
 Gnawing within them. 
 
 1 houghts, like old vulurcs, prey upon their heart-fir ings 
 And their fmart twinges, when their eye beholds the 
 Lofty judge frowning and a flood of vengeance 
 
 RoUintT after them. 
 
 Mopclcfs Immortals ! how they fcrcam and fhiver, 
 W'liile devils pufh them fo the pit wide yawning- 
 liidcous and gloomy to receive them headlong 
 
 Down to the centre
 
 134 
 
 POEMS. 
 
 Stop here, my fancy, (all away ye horrid ! 
 
 Doleful ideas !) come, arife to JESUS, 
 
 How he fits godlike and the faints around him, 
 
 Thron'd. yet adoring 
 
 O ! may I fit there, when he comes triumphant 
 Dooming the nations ! then afccnd to glory, 
 While our Hojannas, all along tlie palfagc, 
 
 Shout the Redeemer,
 
 POEMS. t35 
 
 L A U xN C H I xV G 
 
 E T E R N I T Y, 
 
 T T was a brave attempt ! ad vent 'ton. s lie, 
 
 \\'l:o iii the rait fhip biukc the unkno\'vn lea; 
 And l.-aving his dear native iliores behind, 
 Trufting his life to the licentious wind. 
 I fee th.c furging brine the temped raves. 
 He ^J\\ a pine-'ilai k rides acrofs llie v,-a\'cs, I 
 
 Exulting on the edge of th.oui'and gaping gr:ives ; J 
 He fteers the winged boat, and fhifts tiie 'ails 
 Conquers the flood, and manages the ga'cs ; 
 Such is the foid that leaves this n:ort:;l land, 
 Fcaileis, when the great Mazier t-.ive'; command. 
 De.jii is the ftoim Oie im.ih's to hear him roar. 
 And. bids t];c fempeli waft hci from itie n^.orc ; 
 Then villi a n:ilf:.; hcl.i: ihc fveeps the fbas, 
 And manages the racing florm with cafe :
 
 136 POEMS. 
 
 f Her fate can govern DeathJ flic forcads her wings, 
 
 Wide to the wind, and as fhc fails fhc fings, 
 
 And loles. by degrees, the iiglit of mortal things. 
 
 As the fhores IclTcn, fo her jovs arife, 
 
 The waves roll gentler, and the tcmpcfh dies ; 
 
 Now vafh Eternity fills all her fight, 
 
 She floats on the broad deep \\ith infinite delight, 
 
 The y^flj for ever calm, the lkie.<; for ever bright. 
 
 M O R A L T II O U {; H 1 
 
 '^piIRO' gro\-cs fcqucftcr'a. dark and (td!, 
 
 Low \'alcs and molf, cells :itr.ong ; 
 In ident patlis the c.irelcls rill. 
 W'liicli 1 iU"" ; I mur:nur>. ll.'als alon^; : 
 
 While it jd.ns with circling iwcc]), 
 .And ling'ni!'.:; Ic.i'.cs i:'s native plains ;
 
 POEMS. 137 
 
 Then pours impetuous down the fleep, 
 And mingles with the boundlefs main. 
 
 O! let my years, thus devious glide, 
 Tliro' lilcnt Iccncs, obfcurely calm ; 
 
 Nor wealth, nor ffcrifc, pollute the tide^ 
 Nor honour's fangulnary palm. 
 
 When labour tires, and plcafure palls, 
 Still let the ftrcam untroubled be ; 
 
 As down the deep oF age it falls, 
 And minifies with Eteruitv.
 
 13^ POEMS. 
 
 M^d. 
 
 M Y R T I L L I S. 
 
 i:n XEw YE All J () ; klu i x^ 
 
 T OXG have I I' a)k.\l n:v talilci^ o'er, 
 Aiicl iiiid I'x Diucli to t!iank \ua li 
 Out-rLcaiCiii;;-; u'^bts bc_, und JCtouiit,-; 
 And new wIk) kno'.vs lo wiuu a;;ioi;nt 
 Tho' f:n;;!! my wcaltli no' !".;iall niv i\> 
 Co;iic tlun. at oncv. i'll ;;.,vtb.e wludc. 
 
 Ycpow'rs! I'm ricJi. and will coHini; 
 A hoil ot Have., LJial round nr..' ilaiid : 
 Come, Iiiilian ! (juick d dclDle ;k\- it.;i..- 
 And Idtlicr briiig I'cruvian ore : 
 L."t \\Mider -">';;/'.' ])!erce the nriin, 
 'Idie ('111 lice il. laigvfl; pearl to g;;in ; 
 Let ail ill- ii.tx'cs their arts conibni;, 
 'I o ;nake tjic b'iun''.;n" rulv.- inne,
 
 FOEMS. 139 
 
 I'lom Eaftcrn tlirones the drmonds bear, 
 To fparkle at her breail and ear. 
 S .vlft Scythian ! point the unerring dart, 
 1 iiat (Irikcs the Ermine's little heart ; 
 And learch for choiceO; furs the globe, 
 To make my M y r t i ij r, i s a robe. 
 
 Ah, no ! yon hidicin v/ill not go, 
 No Scythian deigns to bend his bow ! 
 No fallen A'c:iro fiioots the flood, 
 
 How flaves ! or am I underftood ? 
 
 Ali, all, ii.y empty power difown, 
 
 I turn, and hnd mylclf alone , 
 
 'Tis Fancy's vain illufion all, 
 
 Nor Moor nor Scylhian v/aits my call 
 
 Can I command can I coniign ? 
 
 Alas ! what carthlv thing is mine ? 
 
 Come ti-icn my mufc, conipanioii dear. 
 Oi j^overtv, and vj.d lincerc ;
 
 140 POEMS. 
 
 Come tliftatc to mv grateful mind. 
 
 A gift tliat may acccritancc find. 
 
 Come, gentle mute ! and with thee bear, 
 
 An off 'ring worthy thee and licr ; 
 
 And tho' thy prcfeiits be but poor, 
 
 My M V.I T II. LIS will afk no more. 
 
 An iicart, tb.at Iconis a fliajiicful thin". 
 
 With love and vcrfc, is all I bring ; 
 
 Of lo\e and verfc, the gift rcccivCj 
 
 'Tis all thv fcrvant has to give. 
 
 If all wluile'er my verfe has told, 
 Gokonchr; gems, andAiiu's gold; 
 if all were miu'. from pole to ])ole. 
 How large her fli ire. \vho fli.ires ^n\' (oul ! 
 Jiut more liKiii th.ele ma\- lb a\'"n impaii 
 Be thine the treaiures of the heart ; 
 lie ealin and gla'l thy hituic davs, 
 With \-irti;e's peace, and x'liMie's pr.iif'. 
 Let jtaious pride, and llee])tel- (,ne, 
 -A-nd wadin.', grief, and black dcip;i'i.
 
 POExMS. 141 
 
 And langour chill, and anguifh fell. 
 For ever fliun thy faithful cell ; 
 There onlv may the happy train, 
 0{ love, and joy, and peace remain. 
 May plenty, with exhaufhlcfs ftr.re, 
 Employ tliy hand, to feed the poor ; 
 And ever on thy honoured head, 
 The pray'r of gratitude be fhcd. 
 
 A happy mother ! m.ay'ft thou fee 
 Thy fmiling, virtuous progeny ; 
 W'hofe fportful tricks, and airy play, 
 Fraternal love, and prattle gay : 
 Or wond'rous talc, or joyful fong, 
 May lure the ling'ring hours along ; 
 Till Death arrives unfclt unleen, 
 With gentle pace, and placid mien, 
 And wafts thee to that happy fliorc, 
 Where wiflics can have place no more.
 
 Ma rOEMS. 
 
 R A K v.. 
 
 A X oricn licart, a qcn'rcvis mind. 
 
 Cut I'dilion's iuivo aiicl v/:!d as uinc 
 J'l tlic(jiy .( judiH- of ri'.;i-.;, 
 I'l.o' baiiirii'd fuxn ii's rr.ift'cc (|'iitc : 
 Po loofc ''o prof] itiiic of foul, 
 Hi.:, n;;b!cr wit hccotnc.; tlio too!. 
 Of c\'";y iinpoiLiain.^ fo<d. 
 .\ l!ioi;f.;i:d \'M tuos in'i.ioplv'd, 
 W'liilj i<.c.i;oii i'.ojfi (;n i'a!lLon"s tide ; 
 'i'.;c n;:n ot t:i^ cliaile ;.nd lair, 
 'J ;ic parcul'i ciiri'j, tnc \'ir;-in'i> liiaic, 
 \v']i<;l;: lailc cxaii'.id" kads .dli'av, 
 'l"!u- yo;;i!;;. t iu: t!ic;i:;y;lh !s, and I'l'.' ;?;ay ; 
 
 Y'.-i Irfr alone fo c oolci (ouidit.;, 
 
 lie unon- h.-lc- \w k-'. hi, faidt:, ; 
 
 lie ];;;o\v;, :;is faults he feds hcvv^v 
 DctcfLiiTj \'.diat he r.inQ luni'uc.
 
 POEMS. M3 
 
 Mis judgment tells him all his gains, 
 For fleeting joys are lading pains ; 
 Rcafon, with appetite contending, 
 Repenting ftill and flill offending. 
 Abiilerof the gifts of Nature, 
 A wretched, lelf-condeinning creature : 
 lie palfes o'er life's ill-trod flage, 
 And dies in youth the prey of age 
 The fcorn the pity of the wife, 
 Who love lament him and defpilc.
 
 J 44 POEMS. 
 
 L I y E. 
 
 AN O D I. . 
 
 T IFE ! the dear precarious l)oon ! 
 Soon \vc ]o(c. alas ! l;o\v loon ! 
 Fleeting vifion, falfcl)- gay ; 
 Grafp'd in vain, it fa;les awav, 
 Mixing witli {r.rrouiuling fliadcs. 
 Lovely vilion. lio\v it i.iiies ! 
 I,et the mufe, in Jwnicy's gla!s, 
 Catcli the phantoms as tlicy pafs : 
 See they ni'e ! a nyrnj)!) h.'hold 
 CareleH;, \\'antoii, A'oung and hold 
 Mark her devious, hallv pace, 
 Aiitie drels. autl tliou;;]itlels face. 
 Smiling ch.eeks, and ro\-ing eyes, 
 CaulckTs mirth, and vain lurprize- 
 'l'ri])pi:ig at lier iide. a hoy 
 Sharf ,'. lier wondei'. and her lov ;
 
 POEMS. 145 
 
 This is Folly, Childhood's guide, 
 This is Childhood at her hdc. 
 What is he fuccecding now, 
 Myrtles blooming on his brow, 
 Bright, and blufliing, as the morn, 
 Not on earth a mortal born ? 
 Shafts, to pierce the ftrong I view, 
 Wings, the flying to purfue ; 
 \'iftim of his power, behind, 
 Stalks a Have of human kind, 
 Whofe difdain of all the free 
 Speaks his mind's captivity. 
 Love's the tyrant, Youth.'s the Have, 
 Youth in vain is wife or brave, 
 
 Lo\-e with confcious pride defies 
 All the brave, and all the wife. 
 Wl'.o art thou witli anxious mien 
 Stealing o'er tire fiiifting fccne ? 
 E}es. witii tedious vigils red, 
 Siglis, i)y douijts and wifhcs bred, 
 (..aulions n'.;;p, and glancing leer, 
 Sneak Luv \\ ocs, and fn-cak tiiy fcai' :
 
 146 POEMS. 
 
 Arm in ann, wliat wrclcli is lie 
 Like thyfclf, wlio walks widi thee r 
 Like thy own his fears and woes. 
 All t;!V piings his bolom knows : 
 Well, too well ! my boding bread 
 Knows tb,e names your looks luggcft. 
 Anxious, bufy, reiLlefs pair ! 
 Manhood, link'd by fate to Cure. 
 Wretched H-ate ! and yet "tis dear 
 Fancy, dole the profpcft here ! 
 Clofc it, or recall the paft, 
 Spare my eyes, my heart, the lad. 
 Vain the wiPj ! the laft appears, 
 While I gaze it Iwim.s in tears ; 
 
 yl,]C :n\' fijture I'jlf 1 trace 
 
 Moving How w!l!i feeble pace. 
 Bend]ng with dife.de and cares, 
 All the load of life he Ix'ars ; 
 Vvhite his locks, his vilagc wan, 
 Sirengtii, and cale, and lujpe are gom 
 Dca'.li, x\\v. Ihadowy form 1 kn(jw ; 
 Dcalk o'crtakes hun, dreadful hjr !
 
 POEMS. 147 
 
 Swift they vanifh mournful figlit ! 
 Night fucceeds, imperv'ous night ! 
 What thefe dreadful glooms conceal 
 Fancy's glafs can ne'er reveal ; 
 When fliall time the veil remove ? 
 When fhall light the fcene improve ? 
 When fliall truth my doubts difiiel } 
 Awful period! who can tell ? 
 
 E P I T A P 11. 
 
 T O ! where tliis filcnt marble weeps, 
 A friend, a wife, a mother fl?eps ; 
 A heart, within whofe facred cell, 
 The neacefal virtues hjv'd to dwell : 
 Affcclion warm, and Faith fincerc, 
 And foft Humanity v/crc there. 
 In agony in death rcfign'd, 
 S'lc felt the wound fl^ic left behind ; 
 K
 
 14^ rOEMS. 
 
 Her infant image ucrc bclo'.v. 
 
 Sirs f;Ti:ling on a iatiicr's woe. 
 
 Whom, what av/aits, while thus h.e lira 
 
 Along tlic lonely vale of da) s ? 
 
 A pang, to fccrtt forrow clear, 
 
 A figh., an nnavailir.g tear; 
 
 Till time iliall cv'ry gvicf rcinovc. 
 
 Vv'itii life, witii r.y.:m'r^'. and with lovr. 
 
 IGNORANCE o! MAX 
 
 |";l''.IIOLD A'on nc\v-h(.;rn nilant giic'c 
 
 Willi hnngor. rhiril. a;;(l p::!:; ; 
 Th.it alks to have it's war;;:; i, I'.r: 'd, 
 U Ivnows i^o- tu c;;;:; 'I^i.n. 
 
 iuvd. !'; !|H-c( hieS i'r 
 
 ^ !'fl !,= ;;;:, .i'^ :i c an. 
 ;- v.-vsth,: 'A ::. U>i
 
 POEMS. 
 
 H9 
 
 That infant, whofe advancing hour, 
 Life's various forrows try ; 
 
 {Sad proof of fin's tranfmiffive pow'r) 
 Tliat infant, Lord am I. 
 
 A childhood yet, my thoughts confefs, 
 Tho' long in years mature ; 
 
 Unknowing whence I feel diftrefs. 
 And where, or what, it's cure. 
 
 Author of Good ! to thee I turn, 
 Tliy ever wakeful eye ; 
 
 Alone, can all my wants d!fcei-t>, 
 Thy hand alone, fuppl)-. 
 
 O ! let thy fear within mc civ/ell. 
 
 Thv love niy footflcps guide ; 
 i'liat love, fuall vauier loves cxpcll; 
 
 Thai f>ar. a!l fears brdtic.
 
 150 POEMS. 
 
 AndO! by Error's force fubdu'd, 
 Since oft my ftubborn will ; 
 
 Prepoft'rous fliuns the latent good, 
 And grafps the fpecious ill. 
 
 Not to my wifhj but to my Avant, 
 
 Do tliou, thy gifts apply : 
 Unafk'd what good thou knoweft grant 
 
 What ill tlio' afk'd deny.
 
 POEMS. 151 
 
 LIBERTY, 
 
 AN ELEGY, 
 
 FEIGN 'D to be written FROM THE HAPPV 
 VALE OF AMBARA. 
 
 'T^O vou, I-^i-izA, be thofe lays confign'd, 
 
 W^io blcft in Freedom's fair dominions li\c ; 
 While I, alas ! am pompoufly confm'd, 
 Bereft of ev'rv joy the world can give. 
 
 In vain for me theblufliing flow'rets bloom, 
 A fpring eternal decks the fragrant fhade ; 
 
 In vain the dewy myrtle breathes perfume, 
 And founds angelic echo thro' the glade. 
 
 The marble palaces, and glitt'ring fpircs, 
 
 W]:ar arc they ? y.agcant glare empty fiiow ! 
 
 Ah ! 1k)\v uncn::;;l to my fond dcfires, 
 
 Which tell nic Frcrdcm makes a Pleav'n below
 
 152 POEMS. 
 
 Penfive I range thcfe ever verdant groves. 
 
 And figh refponfive to the murm'ring (Ircain ; 
 \\'hile woodland warblers chaunt their hap])y h)vc 
 
 Dear Libcrtv is wretched Myra's tlicme. 
 
 The velvet lawns, diverfify'd witli iiow'rs, 
 In fwcct ruccefTion, cv'rv morn tlu- lame ; 
 
 Frcfli gales tliat breatlie thro' amaianthiue bow 
 And cv'rv charm inventive art can Iramc : 
 
 Here fondly viC' to crown this favor'u placc^ 
 
 And here, to fniooth captivity a piov, 
 Lach royal child of AbylTiniaa race, 
 
 Coniumes tlic vacant, inauipicious d^r.\ 
 
 Tlio' fcftivc mirth awake the iau;;hinij morn, 
 And jniilllcfs revels lead the dancing luj-.ii ; 
 
 Tho' purling rills the fertile meads atlotii, 
 And the wild rock, it's fpicy pioducc pi/i.;:,
 
 POKMS. 153 
 
 Yet what are thefe to fill a boundlefs mind ? 
 
 Tho' gay each fccne appears, 'tis dill the fame - 
 Vcri,!'; in vain. I hope to find, 
 
 Vcrictv, thou dc^r, but diflant narr.c. 
 
 Withplc.;:;:;-^ cIovM, and 1 u I; of tafldciscal; 
 
 Xo fweet alternatives in-; [pirit:; cheer : 
 ]nvs oft rc'catcd. lofc their pow"r io pleaf', 
 
 And har;nonv ?ro'.\"j diTcord \n nr/ car. 
 
 Bu-fL Freedovii ! how I long with thee to rove. 
 
 Where varying Nature all her charms difpl: 
 To range the fun-burnt hill, the rifted grove, 
 
 And trace the filver current's windin'; ir.a/.e 
 
 free as the v/ing"d inhabitants of air. 
 
 Who diflant dimes, and various fcafons icz -, 
 
 Regions t!:o" not like foft Amhara, fair, 
 
 Vet bk'ft with change, and crown"d with Liber.
 
 154 rOEMS. 
 
 Vain wifh! thcfc rocks, whofc fumiTuts jncrce tli 
 fkics, 
 
 "With frowning afpcct, tell inc liopc 13 vain ; 
 Till, freed by death, the purer fpirit flic:,, 
 
 Here, wretched AIyra's dcflin'd to rc:na:i'i. 
 
 T E A II S 
 
 OLD MAY DAY. 
 
 T ED h\- iiic jocund train of \'crnal hour 
 And \ernal airs. uprofe the gentle .1/, 
 To gather faircft wreaths of Fame, 
 
 'I hat fprung fpontancous in her geiual ra-. 
 
 Ilcr locks, with Hcav'n s aint>rorial dews, were b; i'vit 
 And ani'rous zcphvrs fiuttcr'd ui her breall ; 
 
 With ev'ry fhifting gleam of morning light. 
 The colours fnifted of her ra:n;)ow vcfl.
 
 POEMS. ,55 
 
 Imperial cnfigns grac'd her fmiling form, 
 A golden key, and golden wand fnc bore 
 
 This, caarms to peace, cacli fullcn caflern ftorm, 
 And that, unlocks tiie Summer's copious ftorc. 
 
 On-.vard, in confcious majefly, fhc came. 
 The grateful honours of mankind to laftc ; 
 
 To gather faired wreaths of future fame, 
 
 And blend frcfh triumph with her glories pad. 
 
 Vain Hope ! no more in choral bands unite, 
 Her virgin vot'rics, and at carlv dawn ; 
 
 Sacred to May and Love's myfterious rite, 
 
 Bruili the light dew-drops from the fpangled lawn. 
 
 To her, no more, Augujia's wealthy pride, 
 Pours the full tribute from Potofis^ mine ; 
 
 Nor frcfh blown garlands village maids provide, 
 A purer ofi'ring at hrr ruflic fhrine.
 
 i^G POEMS. 
 
 No n-:cre tlie miypol:'?, verdant ]ici:;ht around, 
 'i o valour's game, th" ambitious youth ad.ance 
 
 No merry bcllr. and tabors f^jrif^htly found, 
 Wake the loud carro!, and t;ie fportivc d.incc. 
 
 Sudd:n, m pfnfivc fadncfs drnop'd licr Iicad, 
 Faint on her cliceks tiic bh;fhinq c-.-imfon d\''d ; 
 
 * O ! cliaRe viflorious triumplir-, ! wlutlier lied ? 
 ' My maiden honours! wliithci- gone ?" fhe cry'd. 
 
 " Ah ! once to fame and briglit dominions born, 
 ' The earth and fmiling ocean law me rife, 
 
 ' With time coeval, and tl:c ftar of morn, 
 " The firft, the faircfl daughter of tlie Ihics. 
 
 " Then wlien Ileav'n's proliiic mandate (piLU-.r, 
 " Ttie radiant beam <jf new-created day ; 
 
 ' Cclcdial liarps, to airs of triumuli ftrung, 
 
 " Hail'd tlic glad dawn, and ang'-'s call'd mc Mi.
 
 POEMS. 157 
 
 "' Space, in her emptv regions, heard the found, 
 " And hills, and dales, and rocks, and vallies rung ; 
 
 ' The Sun exulted in his glorious round, 
 
 " And fhouting Planets, in their courfes, fung. 
 
 ' For ever then I led the conflant year, 
 
 " Saw youth, and joy, and love's enchanting wiles, 
 ' Saw the mild Graces in my train appear, 
 
 " And infant beauty brighten in my fmiles. 
 
 Xo Winter frown'd in fwcet embrace ally'd 
 " Three fiftcr Scafons danc'd th' eternal green , 
 
 '" And Spring's retiring foftnefs gently vy'd, 
 
 " With Autumn's blufli, and Summer's lofty mien. 
 
 Too foon, when man prophan'd the blelRng giv'n. 
 
 ' And Vengeance arm'd to blot a guilty age ; 
 * With bright AJirea, to my native Hcav'n 
 
 ' I fled, and flying faw the deluge rage.
 
 J58 POEMS. 
 
 '' Saw burfting clouds cclipfc tlic noon-tide beams, 
 " While the fierce billows from the mountain roU'd 
 
 " With bitter waves polluting all my dreams, 
 
 " Myneclard ftreams, thatflow'don fauds of gold. 
 
 ' 1 hen vanifh'd many a fea-girt ifle and grove, 
 
 Their forcrh floating on the vvat'rv plain, 
 Then fam'd for arts and laws, dcriv'd from Jove, 
 My Atalantis funk beneath the main. 
 
 No longer bloom'd })rimcval Eden's bow'rs, 
 
 ' Xor guardian dra^^ons watch'd th' Hcfpcrian ftcep ; 
 
 With all their fountains, fragrant fruits and flow'i^, 
 " Torn from the Continent to glut the d;:cp. 
 
 Yf ;. more to dwell in fvlvan femes I dcign'd, 
 ' ^'et f)ft dcfrending to the languid earth ; 
 
 ' W^illi quick'ning pow'rs the fainting map liiflaurd. 
 " And wak'd her flumb'ring atoms into birth.
 
 POEMS. 159 
 
 " And ev'ry echo caught my raptur'd name, 
 
 " And ev'ry virgin breath'd her am'rous vows ; 
 
 " And precious wreaths, of rich immortal fame, 
 " Shovv'd by the Mufcs, crown'd my lofty brows. 
 
 *' But chief in Europe, and in Europe's pride, 
 ' My Aloion's favor'd realms, I rofe, ador'd ; 
 
 " And pour'd my wealth, to other climes deny'd, 
 " From Amalthea's horn, with plenty flor'd. 
 
 * Ah me ! for now 2iyou7iger rival claims, 
 ' My ravill:i'd honours, and to her belong, 
 
 "' My choral dinces, and viBorious gdivnes, 
 ' To her my garlands^ and triumphal {ong. 
 
 ' O fay! what yet untafted bounties flow, 
 ' What purer joys await her gentle reign ? 
 
 Do lillics fairer, vi"Iets fweetcrblow ? 
 ' And warbles PhUomd a fofter ftrain ?
 
 iCo rOEMS. 
 
 *' Do morning funs in ruddier glory rife r 
 " Docs cv'ning fan her with fercncr gales :' 
 
 " Do clouds drop fatncfs from the weathier fkies ? 
 " Or wanton's Plenty in lier happier vales r 
 
 " Ah no! the blunted beams of dawning light. 
 
 " Skirt the pale orient with uncertain day ; 
 " And Cynthia, riding on the car of night, 
 
 " Thro' clouds embattled then purfues her way, 
 
 " Pale, immature, the blighted verdure fj^rings, 
 " Nor mountain juices feed the fwelling flow'r 
 
 ' Mute A\ the groves, no Flui'mda (ings, 
 
 " ^^']len Silence liflens at the midnight ho",'-. 
 
 " Nor wonder, Mar, that Nature's hariiful fate. 
 
 ' And op'r.ing charms. )ier rude cmhrnces fear 
 " Isfhe not fnrung nf April'r, wzwy-vA rare, 
 
 " The ficklv daugiitcr of t!;' nnripen'd \ eai '
 
 POEiMS, 161 
 
 With fliov/'ii i^nd funfhiiic in her fickle eyes, 
 ' With hollow Tmiles oroclaimin? treach'rous pcLic; 
 V/ith blufhcs, haib'ring in their thin difs^uife, 
 ' The blaft that riots on the Ipring's incrcaf^. 
 
 " Is this the Fair, iiivcfted with my ftjoil, 
 
 " By Europ.-''s laws, zindfevate's ftern command ? 
 
 ' Un-en'rous Europe ! let me fly thy foil, 
 ' And waft my treafures to a grateful land. 
 
 " Again revive on jljia's drooping fnore, 
 
 ' My Dc.phnt'i proves, or Evcia's ancient plain; 
 
 ' Again to jJjric's fultrv fan-ds reflore, 
 
 ' EiT.bow'ring fliadcs, ^vA Lyhian Aiiunon'sjanc. 
 
 ' Or hafle to norinrrn Zarula's favage coaH;, 
 " Ti.cic hufli to filence elemental ftrife ; 
 
 ' lirood e'er tlie rcg'on of eternal frofl, 
 
 " And fwcll her barren womb with heat and life.
 
 l62 
 
 POZMS. 
 
 ' Then Britain !" here77;t' ccds"d indignant giici 
 And parting pangs, her fault'ring tongu.c i.:p;;;en. 
 
 \'eird in an amber cloud flic fouglu vcli. !. 
 And tears^ and f:i:nt ciir^uilh^ told the rtfl. 
 
 X o R I G I \ A I 
 
 P O E M, 
 
 V\ R 1 T T E N IN I 1 i E. R U I N i, OF AN .\ N C 1 h N J 
 A li ii V . 
 
 T TP the flccp liills, and o'er the vcrciatit vak--;. 
 Night, with lier fabh" rnadows. gc;;ti\- fteals 
 Th.c d;!laiit ohjcfts in tlie dcep"ning fliadc, 
 With dire cunfafion, flowly Icfs'ning fade: 
 No wl'iniing hlaft, no gently breathing brccz:-. 
 Bends the tall grafs, or ruftlcs thro' the trees ;. 
 But facrcd Silenre, o'er th' extended j)lain. 
 Spre,ids undiflurb'd her folitary reign.
 
 POEMS. 163 
 
 All me ! how f\vlft our moments glide away, 
 Aud Twifter ftill our tranfient joys decay ! 
 Man's lon^cft bloom is but a Ihort liv'd hour, 
 Man's longefi; breath is but a rapid hour : 
 Proi'.c to the earth his mightiefl labours fall, 
 Time tears them down, and ruin buries all. 
 
 Once in thefe walls, irregularly great, 
 Rdidon fix'd her Iblitary feat ; 
 Anci Cjnteinplatun thro' the friendly fliade, 
 Witli calm devotion meditating ftray'd : 
 But ufr HypQcrify, with deep difguifc, 
 Here ilalk'd along, and rais'd to Heav'n her eves ; 
 Ami f^^nid to prav, (Jov fubtU was her art) 
 Tho' hell and malice reign'd within lier heart. 
 And here full-oft hath hoilow-ey'd Df/pair, 
 l>cat h.cr fwoU'n breaft, and torn her matted hair ; 
 Here Siiprrjlition fpent her gloom}' hottrs. 
 And l)ov.''d to vain imaginary pow'rs ; 
 While Bcaidy. beaming v.ii-h cclellial fire, 
 
 Mcitine" in love, and warm w.tli young deiire, 
 L
 
 i64 POEMS. 
 
 Here pln'd away, and unregarded fell, 
 Unknown, unnotic'd in the cloifter'd cell. 
 Ciirs'd Superjlilion I thy rclcntlefs fway, 
 
 From life, from comfort tears the foul awav : 
 Fills the dark thought with irreligious care, 
 And, for devotion, fubflitutcs dejpair. 
 Yet Fritndfh-'ip licrc, and LiiHKemc rcfin"d. 
 Ofl fpread ihcir influence o"cr the dawning niiiu! 
 And fomelimcs Juy diflus'd it"s bright'ning ray, 
 Difpell'd the gloom, and chasd the hours awa\- ; 
 \Vhilc fecial Mirtli ran cheerful ihro" the band, 
 And ri-jafure gently wav"d her magic wand. 
 
 How chang'd the I'cene ! time bids the archc- 
 
 fall. 
 And Defolation faps the mould'ring wall ; 
 No chcarful light, no foul eiiliv'niug ray. 
 Here beams to chafe the folcmn gloom a\s-a\- . 
 Sa\c where von gothic arch in ! iiin bencls. 
 The rifuig moon it's weak afhflancc lends; 
 And lends a rav that b;irc]\- frrvcs to fliew. 
 Scenes full of dcatli. and monuments of wg,.
 
 POEMS. 165 
 
 How weak, how tranfient, is the noblefl plan, 
 Form'd by the utmoft. art of feeble man ! 
 Where now our modern palaces arife, 
 And lift their turrets to the vaulted fkies ; 
 Tlicre too fhall Time deftroy the fplendid fcene, 
 And other ages afk where have they been ? 
 For what is grandeur but a gaudy fliade ? 
 It's colours rife to view, decHne and fade ; 
 And what is Life ? a ihort and varying day, 
 li's clouds, it's funfliine are andpafs away. 
 Not thus, O Virtue ! melt thy joys fublime, 
 As carekfs flows the rapid ftream of time ; 
 Who builds his hope on thy unfliaken rock, 
 Meets with compofure fate's approaching fliock : 
 With joy feraphic fhall his foul arife, 
 Spurn the loio earthy and mount the llijsfid Jkics,
 
 i6 POEMS. 
 
 N O \' K M R E R. 
 
 A N E L E C Y . 
 
 'C'AR in the north, amicift tlic LaphiTid ik<.c>., 
 Wlicrc riiixbus fcaicc icP.cfts liis feeble rav, 
 November dwells around him tempcfts rife, 
 And murky clouds mark out his wat'ry wa-s'. 
 
 From his dark palace, fee ! his courfc he bend,^ 
 In annual rout to viiit fouthern clim.es ; 
 
 A dilma! train, as meffengers, attends 
 To tell the tidmo;s of the alterVl times. 
 
 Yon loftv m.ountuin fcowling o'er the main. 
 
 Dihhuns the ficrecnels o! Noronln-r's blafls i 
 Protefts th; fliip-bov from the pelting rain, 
 
 And fls.icens from harm th.c \ efFel's lofty mafU
 
 POEMS. 167 
 
 Now, from the hills pours down the fvvecping flood, 
 Vv'hilft the lad Tacpherd trcniolcs for his fold, 
 
 Forth from ins cottage liics in penfivc mood, 
 To feck his cattle fcattcr'd o'er the wold. 
 
 Xow a thrown Iiorror r/cr the forcll lov/'rs, 
 W'hilO: angry whirlwinds feud aloiij the dale 
 
 -l.i/umn's lafl- joys arc fwcpt by driving fnow'rs. 
 And fall a tribute to A''ova7i'>crs iralc. 
 
 Ah Mn(e ! behold with tears the alter'd fccnc ! 
 
 Still let mc turn a liiig'ring glance beirind ; 
 Ail ! where tlic dailv'd plain, the fedivc green, 
 
 7\nd all the pleafurcs of tlie cott.i;^? iiind ? 
 
 A'\'!icrc now alas ! tl^e cool fequeflcr'd grot, 
 Tr.r buljbllng rill, the Oow'r enanicU'd lawn 
 
 W'.'ieve crowding catllc near ^ on flicltcr'd coi, 
 SnulT'd the lofi fr.uncince of ;hc earlv dawn.
 
 i68 POEMS. 
 
 How chang'd the fcene ! how altcr'd Nature's face ! 
 
 Black rolls the temped thro' the darken'd Iky ; 
 The wildcr'd traveller with weary pace, 
 
 Looks round In vain and finds no Iheltcr nigh. 
 
 In darkcft night, while horror reigns around, 
 The wretch by gloomy melancholy led. 
 
 With folded arms walks o'er yon facrcd ground, 
 And holds a folemn convcric with the dead. 
 
 See ! fettled (rrirf haih mark'd him for her own 
 His hollow eye proclaims the doleful tale ; 
 
 Yet fure he does not cannot grieve alone 
 Go, fearch liis floiv in von fccret vale. 
 
 TJicrc, where yon trees afford a i canty fn adi-. 
 
 He once was happy in a wife he lov'd ; 
 Contentment flill he found witliin the glade. 
 
 From cities diffant, from tlie court rcmov'd.
 
 POEMS. 169 
 
 Here long they dwelt devoid of mortal care, 
 In mutual pleafures they beguil'd the day : 
 
 Till Heav'n thought fit to part a love fo rare, 
 And call'd Lavinia from her fwain away. 
 
 Two fmiling babes arc flill Lycander's joy, 
 He hears their prattle with a heart of pain ; 
 
 To trace their mother''s features his employ. 
 On each he fmiles then grief returns again. 
 
 Grieve not, fond man ! nor deem tliv cafe fsvere. 
 Sorrow's tlie portion of the good and brave ; 
 
 Live like Lavinia be an angel here. 
 
 Then foar, with her, to joys beyond the grave. 
 
 E'{;n whilfl Nox'tmher holds his tyrant reign, 
 
 Wiiilft herbs, fruits, flow'rs, coufefs his potent fway 
 ihe happv Ilicpherd whiftles o'er the plain. 
 And braves the riaour of the rathlefs d.iv.
 
 I/O 
 
 POEMS. 
 
 At :norn, wliilfl yet the nightly damps rcrz:\::i. 
 
 Whilfh yet tjiick clouds defend the inountciin'o hdc 
 Whllfl bitter blafls affail aiul driving rain, 
 
 lie leaves awhile his happy village bride : 
 
 Sec ! witii his plough he turns the furrow';! i:;:i(l. 
 
 Prepares the harveft of a future year ; 
 Kind InduHrv revives beneath his hand, 
 
 Grants rofy health, and wholcfomc homely choc: 
 
 At noon, bcncatli the blafled tliorn he iit.--. 
 
 Where fcattcr'd leaves liang trcmblir,::;^ o'er 1 
 Hither Ins flocks, a place wiiicli well hci;t;.. 
 
 From thiC blcah wind are oft for firjlter ici. 
 
 Bui Iiolcl ! around tiic ov'nuig mn'ls prev,"'. 
 
 j\t,'Jit in her blackcfh deadlicfl. ; ohe aipj'iMi 
 Dread l-.owls are heard u-./on the nhng gah-. 
 
 Nor one nuld flar the drcarv nioinect cli'-i
 
 POEMS. 171 
 
 Now the tir'd fwain unyokes his weary'd team, 
 And fodders well each patient ufcful beaft ; 
 
 \Vit!i tranfport fees his happy cottage gleam, 
 Where his expcfting wife prepares tlie feafl. 
 
 \V!iiIfh vet he travels o'er the clotted clay, 
 And buttons clofe acrainft the ciittini; blail ; 
 
 His tender partner cliides the ling'ring day, 
 Xor once rcp-rets the minutes that arc pall. 
 
 O i 
 
 O yc whofe hearts with melting kindnefs gIo^\ ! 
 
 Tiunk \v;iat it is in mutual hlif.\ to fnarc ; 
 A olifs, \viiicii none but rapt nr' a lovers know ! 
 
 A jU/s, whici'r even lovers can't declare ! 
 
 V\ ita i;niies of love n\v meets him at liio door, 
 Receives liim witli a gentle foft embrace : 
 
 Xow let Xovomkr's blalls around them, roar . 
 Calm Pracc alone adorns this happy place.
 
 172 POEMS. 
 
 The dainty difh now fmokes upon the board, 
 The crackling hrc diffufcs warmth around ; 
 
 Sweet convcrfe now tlicfc plcafing hours aiford, 
 And fond defirc and calm contciu abound. 
 
 Hence then to cells, ye folitary iouls ! 
 
 Where Love ne'er ventures tliro' the jarring grate: 
 Shudder alone, whilft Boreas round you rolls, 
 
 Nor brings one comfort to your haplefs flate. 
 
 Be mine tlie Nymplt willi foft cxpreiTive eye, 
 
 Whofc gentle foul each tender thought conceives 
 
 Whom love liath tauglit to heave the tender hgh, 
 \\ ho all my pain and anxious care relieves. 
 
 Mine be the uVymph whofc brcaft fair \'irtuc warms, 
 \\ hofe iionor's facrcd, and whoic lu-art's liiucrc : 
 
 Then look not far for one who fwcetly charms, 
 Shepherds bcliold ! behold CurtUtia here.
 
 POEMS. 173 
 
 Yes, my lov'd Maid ! excufe th' imperfeft lay, 
 Tlie Mufe refponfive fmgs not but for you : 
 
 Together let us tread the plcafmg way, 
 
 PoiTcfs'd of hearts as honefi as they're true. 
 
 SONG. 
 
 TX /"HEN abfent from thy much-Iov'd fight, 
 What terrors fill my troubled breaft ; 
 Once more return and give delight, 
 Hope will return my fears have reft. 
 
 If the light breezes curl the wave, 
 Move but a leaf, or bend a flow'r ; 
 
 Fear for thy fafety never leave, 
 1 his heart, the victim of thy pow'r.
 
 J 74 POEMS. 
 
 In love there's no long ha;;pincis. 
 
 I he pains are far fupcrior foL;nu ; 
 One ray of joy \vc fcarcc poffcfs, 
 
 luc in new forruws wc arc drov.-a'd. 
 
 C O M P L A I X r. 
 
 AN EL K C Y . 
 
 Alas ! 
 l.v'n in tiic fmilc, tiiat. firhlc whicii fli :cls 
 A heavenly iiiiifliiMi.' o'er the f.cul. ll'.cic hulhs 
 That lerpcnt Lu::ury: IVcr it's tiiouiav.d'i H.r.-.s, 
 Peace it"s ten thoufands : In th' embattled plain 
 Tho' Death exults, and rhips Ids raven \\dng,s, 
 Yet reigns lie not e'en tlKM'C fo abfolute. 
 So inereilcfs, as in yon frantic icenes 
 Of midni-ht revels, and t .t;:ri;t;i();is nnrih : 
 A\diere in tid intoxie.i! ing draitghr coneeal'd. 
 Or eoneird beneatli (lie glance oF la^\dcii^ lo\'e. 
 lie lii;.res the hrr.ple ^0'!tIl, who nought iufpeiding, 
 Means to be l>!-'jt 'out hnds hiirdelf u}ul^)ic.
 
 POEMS. 175 
 
 /"AH Albion ! fam'd for arts, in arms renov/n'd, 
 
 Where ev'ry Grace once rear'd it's lovely head ; 
 Where arc thy ancient \''irtues to be found? 
 Sav to ".vliat clime is thv Aflrca fled r 
 
 While Rafjim "talks gigantic t]:ro' thy Tercets. 
 
 A:;d niad'ning L:?/!, v/hofc (acrilcgious hand, 
 "W::h. \';olat!on taiiUs v/Iiatc'cr it meets, 
 
 And fprea.'.Is difordcrs o'er agroaniii^; land. 
 
 IlliifLriows Yonths ! yc great ones of tlic earth, 
 For wlioni fair Science ones her rnyftic nagc ; 
 
 IIov/ can \'oii ftairi tiic meed of lanrcil'd wortli, 
 Ev fjul pollution, and adult'rous ra^^c ? 
 
 Say, can th.c gn;lty plcafarcs of an hour, 
 
 'i\)ii dcirlv bought and all ! as nuickly fled: 
 
 Make you forget v/hat's due to J-VrZi'^'spowh', 
 Or vvh.at to Nature and the crenial bed r
 
 176 POEMS. 
 
 The fpeaking eye, tlie foul enchanting grace, 
 
 Which fed define, and charm'd the ravifti'd fight ! 
 
 Say, can dcfirc itfclf fo foul deface. 
 
 And change to horror, fccnes of foft dcliglu ? 
 
 See where the lovely, dilToluted Maid, 
 Sits fadly fighing to the midniglit air ; 
 
 To Heav'n complains of cafy faith betray'd, 
 And heats her hicaft. the feat of black dcfpair, 
 
 Or ah! more horrid! frantic all. and wild. 
 
 Cruel, perhaps, her ofispring llic dcflroys ; 
 And impious dooms to death her r^uiltkfi clnld, 
 
 The haplefs victim of unliallow'd joys. 
 
 Alas for mercy ! where has p'ltv tlov,-!i. 
 
 If fccnes like thcfc can fail to draw a (c;'.i' ; 
 From fiich as \'irtuc"s lore liavc ever knov.-n. 
 
 Or prov'd the ra])turcs of a love fmccrc :
 
 POEMS. 177 
 
 In other parts, as wanton wiflies guide, 
 
 The giddy youths feek out the harlot train ; 
 
 Sink on their breafts, their bLindiniments abide, 
 And with fliort pleafure, purchafc lafting pain. 
 
 Hence cold indiff'rence damps your marriage joys, 
 Hence dire defeafe infefts the boiling blood ; 
 
 Cuts fhort the thread of life, fair health deftroys. 
 And with black poifon taints the vital flood. 
 
 By foul debauch, and lull adult'rous driv'n 
 
 See Vi'eeping Hymen quits this once lov'd fliore ; 
 
 Inverts his bleffings, takes his flight to Heav'n, 
 And for your children lights his torch no more. 
 
 Ah ! ycl rccal Iiim, and his ftay enfure, 
 
 Purfue not Virtue to her laft retreat ; 
 The breaft of beauty : fnun the harlot's lure, 
 
 Whole w?ys arc rras'ry, and her paths deceii.
 
 lyS POEMS. 
 
 So may the fair ftill fmilc upon voiir youth, 
 
 Twine mvrilc \v;-c:;ths yoiiv hmrcU'd brows to g:'acc 
 
 Still meet your ftiithful vows with Icve and trr.t:;. 
 And crown vo;;r blcifmes wiih a virtuous rare. 
 
 Where blils like this the laughing hours er.ipiovs. 
 
 Still Ihall life's lamp difplav ilielf more brigiu ;. 
 While Wildoni's Iclf ihall i'anctifv vour jovs. 
 
 And conftious IVorth cnha::c',- cacli dear dd'^h: .
 
 POEMS. 
 
 ^79 
 
 HONEST LAWYER. 
 
 /^RDAIX'D to tread the thorny ground, 
 Where few, I fear, are faithful found, 
 Mine be the confcience void of blame, 
 Thehoneft heart, the upright name ; 
 The tribute of the widow's pray'r, 
 I he righted orphan's grateful tear : 
 lo \'!rtue and her friends a friend, 
 Still may my voice tlie weak defend ; 
 And never wrcfl the fpirit of laws, 
 fo lanclify the villain's caufe. 
 Let others, with a trcach'rous hand. 
 Scatter their poifon thro' the land, 
 Inflame diffenfions, kindle llnfe, 
 And ftrew Vvitli ills the path of life ; 
 On them her gifts may Fortune fliow'r. 
 Add wealth to wealth, and pow'r to pow'r* 
 M
 
 i8o POEMS. 
 
 On me may favouring Ileav'n beftow. 
 That blifs which good men only know ; 
 The joy of joys, by few pofTefs'd, 
 Th' eternal funfhinc of the breaft ; 
 Illegal honours I'll refign, 
 The praife of Honefly be mine ; 
 That friends may weep, tlic worthy figh. 
 And poor men blefs me when I die. 
 
 K N O W L !: D G E, 
 
 A N O D E. 
 
 tlJIGII on a hill's green bofom laid. 
 At eafc my carelefs fancy ftray'd, 
 And o'er tlie landleapc ran, 
 
 Revicw'd wliat icenes the Icaions llicw. 
 
 And weigh 'd what fliure of joy and wo. 
 Is doom'd to toiling Man. 
 
 rhc nibbling flocks around me blcai 
 Tlic nxrn low beneatli mv feet. 
 Alons? the tlo\ er'd dale ,
 
 POEMS. i3i 
 
 The golden fheaves the reapers bind, 
 
 The ploughman whiftles near behind, 
 
 And breaks the new-mown vale. 
 
 ' Hail Knozvledgc ! gift of Hcav'ti!" I cry"d, 
 '' E'en all the gifts of Heav'n befide, 
 
 " Compar'd to thee, how low ! 
 ^' The bleffings of the earth and air, 
 ' The bcafts of fold and foreft fiiai-c, 
 
 '' Rut godlike beings know. 
 
 '' How mean the fhort-liv'd joys of Senfcj 
 ' Bui how fublimc the cxcelicnce, 
 
 " Of Wifdom's facred lore; 
 '^ In Death's deep fhades what nations lie, 
 -' Yet ftill can Wifdom's piercing eye, 
 Their mighty deeds explore. 
 
 '- She fees the I'^le Spariari band, 
 -' With great Leonida<; withftand, 
 '' The Afian world in arm.-. ;
 
 1 82 POEMS. 
 
 " She hears th' heavenly founds that hung. 
 " On Homer's and on Plato's tongue, 
 " And glows at Tally's, charms. 
 
 " 1 he wonders of the fpacious fky. 
 ' She penetrates with Xczvtun's eye, 
 
 " And makes the planets roll : 
 " The human mind with J.ucke (he lcan> 
 ^' With Cambray Virtue's flame flic fan: 
 
 " And lifts to Hcav'n the foul. 
 
 ' How matter takes ten thoufand forms, 
 ' Of metals, plants, of men and worlds. 
 
 She joys to trace with Boyle : 
 "' This life fhe deems an infant ftatc, 
 ''' A gleam that bodes a light complete. 
 
 " Beyond the mortal toil. 
 
 " \\"hat num'rous ills in liR hcfal! 
 *' Yet \\''ifdom learns to Icom tlictn alK 
 " ;\n(! arms *iie bri'afl \',iili flecl -,
 
 POEMS. 183 
 
 E'en Death's pale face no horror wears, 
 But ah ! what horrid pangs and fears, 
 
 ' Uriknowins; wretches feel 1 
 
 That brcafl excels proud Orphir's mhics", 
 And fdircr than the morning fnines, 
 
 " Where Wiidom's trcafures prlow ; 
 But all ! how void yon Peafant's mind ! 
 His thoughts how darken 'd and confined I 
 
 Nor cares he more to ];now. 
 
 The laft two tenants of the ground, 
 Of ancient times, Iiis hift'ry bound. 
 
 ' Alas ! it fcarce goes higher ! 
 ' In vain to him is Maro's drain, 
 ' And Shahcfpmre'?. magic pow'r's in vain , 
 
 ' In vain is Milton's, 'a.vz. 
 
 ' Xor fun by dav, nor ftars by night, 
 ' Can give his foul the grand delight^ 
 To trace Almighty pow'r ;
 
 iH POEMS. 
 
 *' His teams think juft as much as lie, 
 '" Of Nature's vaft variety, 
 " In animal and flow'r." 
 
 As thus I Tung, a folcmn found, 
 Accofts mine car, I look'd around 
 
 And lo! an ancient Sage, 
 Hard by an iw'd oak, flood near, 
 That fcnc'd the cave, where many a year. 
 
 lldd been his hcrmitatre. 
 
 His mantle grey ilow"d loofc bchiudj 
 His fuowy beard wav'd lo the wind, 
 
 And idded (olcmn grace ; 
 His broad bald front gave dignity, 
 Attention mark'd ids Inelv ryr. 
 
 And peace Inul'd ui his face. 
 
 He herkon'd with his wrinkled hand, 
 M^ ear was all at his tomm.ind, 
 And thus the fage bci;an ;
 
 POEMS. 185 
 
 " God-like it is to know, I own, 
 ' But, oh ! how little can be known, 
 " By poor fhort lighted man. 
 
 ' Go, mark the fchools, where lettered nride, 
 ' And ftar-crown'd fcience, boaftful guide, 
 
 ' Difplay their faired light ; 
 ' Tliere led by feme pale meteor's ray, 
 ' Tliat leaves them oft, the fagcs ftray, 
 
 And grope in cndlefs night. 
 
 Of Wifdom proud yon fagc exclaims, 
 '' \'irtuc and \'^ice are merely names, 
 
 ' And changing cv'ry hour ; 
 " AJId:'y, how loud in virtue's praife, 
 Yet AJIiIcx with a kifs betrays, 
 
 " And ftrips her of lier dower. 
 
 ' Hark, Bdinfrbroke his God arraigns, 
 '^ Hubbes fmilcs on Vice, Defcartts maintain. 
 " A goldefs palTive caufe :
 
 i86 POEMS. 
 
 ' See, Bayk, oft flyly fliifting rouiiu, 
 " Would r(ni(ily fix on fceptic ground, 
 " And change, O truth! thy la\\>. 
 
 " And what the joy this lore bcftows. 
 " Alas ! nojoy, no hope it knows, 
 
 ' Above what iicllials claim ; 
 ' 1 o q.icnch our nobleil native hrc, 
 ' '1 hat bids to nobler worlds aipire, 
 
 " Is all it's hope, ifs aim. 
 
 ' Not /i/r;< 's wiltls, nor Ba'n'l's waiir. 
 ' Where ignorance her tents hath ;;iac"ci. 
 
 ' More difmal iccnc diiplav ; 
 ' A fccTie, where \'irtue hck'niiig die. , 
 ' Where ^'ire to darlv extinCMon i!.-. >. 
 
 " And fpurns the future cia\-. 
 
 ' Wifdom vou boai^ to you is giVLi-.. 
 " At night then inark tlic fires of licaveii 
 ' And let thy mind explore ;
 
 POEMS. 187 
 
 - Swift as the light'ning let it fly, 
 " From ftar to ftar, from fky to fky, 
 " Still, ftill arc millions more. 
 
 I'h' immcnfe ideas flrike the foul, 
 With pleafmg horror and cont^oul, 
 
 ' Thy wifdom's empty boaft ; 
 " What are they r thou canft never fay, 
 " Then filent adoration pay, 
 
 " And be in wonder loft. 
 
 Say, how the fclf-fame roots produce, 
 ' The wholelome food, and poilonous juice, 
 
 And adders ballam yield ; 
 ' How herce the lurking tygcr glares, 
 " How mild the heifer with thee fnarcs, 
 
 ' The labours of the field ? 
 
 ' Why, growling to his den retires, 
 The fullen Pard, while joy infpires, 
 '' Yon happy fportive lambs ?
 
 iS8 POEMS. 
 
 " Now fcatter'd o'er the hills they ftiav, 
 " Now, weary of (heir garrihling play, 
 " Ail finglc out tlicir dams. 
 
 " Infllnft diretls hut what is lliat ? 
 " Fond man, thou never can (I fay what ; 
 " Oh ! fliort thy icarrhcs fall : 
 
 '' Bv flumbline chance, and flow de^iecj. 
 ' The ufeful arts of men increafe. 
 ' But this at once is all. 
 
 ' A trunk full floats upon the deep, 
 " I^ong ages ftill impiovc the fliip. 
 
 " Till nic commands the fliorc : 
 ^' But never bird improv'd her ncfl. 
 " Each all at once of jjouers pollelL 
 
 " ^\'h!ch ne'er c.ui ide to more. 
 
 " That down the fleep the \vateis How. 
 " Ttiat weight defcends, v. e fee, we knov. 
 '' But win-, can ne'er explain :
 
 POEMS. 189 
 
 Then humbly weighing Nature's laws, 
 To God's high will afcribe the caufc, 
 " And own thy wifdom vain. 
 
 For ftill the more thou know'ft, the more 
 Shalt thou the vanity deplore, 
 
 Of all thy foul can find ; 
 This life a fickly woeful dream, 
 A burial of x.h.c Jo id will fcem, 
 
 '' A paljy of the mind. 
 
 " Tho' knowledge fcorns the Peafant's fear, 
 ' Alas ! il points the fccret fpcar, 
 
 '' Ot many a namelefs woe ; 
 " Thy delicacy dips the dart, 
 " In rankling gall, and gives a fmart, 
 
 '' Beyond what he can know. 
 
 " How happy then the fimple mind, 
 " Of you unknowing Libour'ng Hind, 
 " \V here all is fmiling peace !
 
 3 90 POEMS. 
 
 "' Ko thoughts of more exalted jov, 
 ' His prclcnt bills one hour dcftro)-, 
 ' Nor rob one nioincuL's cafe. 
 
 " The flmgs ncglcftc'l merit fcclr,, 
 
 " The pangs the virtuous foul conceals. 
 
 " When crufli'd by wayward fate . 
 ' Thcfe are not found beneath his loof. 
 ' Againft them all Iccurely proof, 
 
 " Heaven guards his humble llati . 
 
 ' Knowledge or wcal'Ji to few aicgi\i.n. 
 ' But, mark how juft the wavs of hca\-"n. 
 
 " True ]oy to all is free : 
 " Xor v/ealth. nor knowledge grant th(-l.oo!i; 
 ' 'Tis thinC; O ! Coufdone, thine alone. 
 
 ' It all bclon';::;s to tliec. 
 
 ' ]Ucll in thv fmiles the {hcphrrd li\cs. 
 ' Gay is his morn, his ev'ning givc^ 
 '" Content and ivvccl rcpofe .
 
 POEMS. igt 
 
 Without them ever, ever cloy'd, 
 
 ' To Sage, or Chief, one weary void, 
 ' Is all that life beftows. 
 
 " Tlicn wouldft thou, mortal, rife divine. 
 ' Let innocence of foul be thine, 
 
 " With active goodnefs join'd ; 
 ' Thy heart fhall then ronfefs thee blefl. 
 And. ever lively, joyful tafte 
 
 ' The plccifurcs of the mind. 
 
 ' So fpake the Sage ; my heart I'cply'd, 
 " IIow poor, how blind is hvmian pride ! 
 
 ' All joy how falfe and vain, 
 But that from confcioiis worth wliich fiOVv".-., 
 Which gives the dcdlh-bal fwect rcpof-, 
 
 " And hones an iifUr rci-'n,"'
 
 192 POEMS, 
 
 WANDERER. 
 
 'T^HE night was dark, the ftorm was loud. 
 
 The lightening glcam'd around; 
 And, ever and anon, was heard 
 The thunder's difmal found. 
 
 When lo ! the pious Hermit rofc 
 To pay his lijidnight vows ; 
 
 And oft, before the crucifix, 
 With humble licart lie bows. 
 
 ' Prav Heaven ! prrfcrve tliis dreadful nigli; 
 
 " The naked w reicli, and pcjor ; 
 ' Conduct liis wa:id'r't!<^ iheps to find 
 
 " Some liofpitable door.
 
 POEMS. 193 
 
 " For fure no feafon dark as this, 
 " Or difrnal, e'er was known" 
 
 Scarce had the Hermit fpoke, when lo ! 
 He heard a piteous moan. 
 
 ' For Pleaven's fake fomc flielter lend, 
 
 " Until the rifmg day; 
 ' A wretch, benighted and forlorn, 
 
 ' Plata wander'd Irorri his way." 
 
 " Then hither bend your weary'd flcps," 
 
 The Hermit kindly faid ; 
 " Within this cell you'll fheltcr find,"' 
 
 And flraiiTht the Stranger led. 
 
 The dying embers foon revive, 
 And foon lie fprcads the bo.ird ; 
 
 ' Ti:cn take, young man, fuch homely fare, 
 '''' As ncighb'ring woods afford.
 
 194 
 
 POEMS. 
 
 " No coftly meats, or madd'ning wine* 
 
 " Befit this humble cell ; 
 " Plain roots, or fruit, is all mv food. 
 
 ' My drink the chryftal well. 
 
 " Believe me, vouth. our Nature's want- 
 
 " Arc fmall. and foon fupplv'd : 
 " Then why indulge our appetite ':" 
 The pious Hermit cry'd. 
 
 " But tell, mv fon, what dire mifchant 
 < Hath Icdvou from vour way ; 
 
 ' Or why, dcfcrted and forlorn. 
 *' You, unattended, ftrayr" 
 
 " My talc's not long."' the Youth reply'd, 
 ' Nor, father, fhange to tell ; 
 
 " No dreadful ill hath rne bcfct, 
 " No dire milchance bciel :
 
 POEMS. ,95 
 
 Such only as your friendly aid, 
 '' When morn begins t' appear, 
 Can foon each forrow dilhpate, 
 ' And banilh ev'ry fear. 
 
 " Yeft're'en I wander'd o'er the plain, 
 
 " Without one thought of dread ; 
 While Phcsbus' (ultry, piercing beam, 
 ' Beat fiercely on my head. 
 
 A wood was nigh I fought the fhade, 
 
 ' A winding path I found ; 
 '' When fhrubs, fweet fcented, pleas'd my eye, 
 
 ' And breath'd perfumes around. 
 
 Here lofty oaks, in royal ftatc, 
 
 " A canopy fupply'd ; 
 '' Whilll golden fruit, on pregnant boughs, 
 
 ' Were rang'd on ev'ry fide. 
 
 N
 
 196 POEMS. 
 
 " Here long I ftray'd, in plcafure loft, 
 " Here long I lov'd to ftray ; 
 
 ' Nor once bethought my carclefs ftcps, 
 " Had wandcr'd from my way. 
 
 ' When lo ! the Sun, whofe gladfomc b^'aiT 
 
 " Enlivens Nature's face; 
 " In radiant clouds lunk down to refi 
 
 ' And clos'd his cv'ninfi race. 
 
 At once a folemn gloom pervades 
 ' The tliick cmbow'ring wood : 
 
 ' I heard a diftant awful found 
 
 " Some deep rcfounding flood. 
 
 i'hc water's angry fpiiii fnrick'd, 
 ' Loud rag'd the pelting ftorm ; 
 A r.iglit more lad 1 ne'er beheld 
 ' Nor ((juld my fan(\' form.
 
 POEMS. 197 
 
 Pray Heaven ! I cry'd, my life preferve, 
 
 '' Thy Providence difplay ; 
 ' Lead, lead mc to feme fheltcr'd cave, 
 
 ' Till morning darts it's ray. 
 
 Mv pray'r was heard thy midniglit lamp 
 ' Soon flruck my ravifli'd figiit :" 
 Thank PIcav'n my fon," the Hermit cry'd, 
 For what hath pafs'd this night. 
 
 In this forlorn retreat I've dwell. 
 ' For thirtv vears, or more ; 
 "i'ot never mortal foot hatli trod. 
 On this deferred floor. 
 
 ' Long tim.e, like thee, 1 plcajurz iought, 
 '" Like thee I rang'd around 
 
 " Believe m^e, youth, in Pkajarc's courts, 
 " Xu h;tppiiiefs is found.
 
 J98 POEMS. 
 
 " From mc, my fon, this couniel take, 
 " Experience rcfteth here ; 
 
 " My head with age is filver'd o'er, 
 *' Thcfc hoary locks revere. 
 
 " When once we leave the paths of right, 
 *' Or turn from Virtue's road, 
 
 *' (Beware my fon, the fatal couric) 
 " Each footftep leads from God. 
 
 " Though rieafure lure ihce to her paths, 
 " And place the golden fnarc ; 
 
 *' Yet, ah ! avoid her dang'rous wiles, 
 *' Her fawning arts beware. 
 
 Some verdant meadow had thou I'ccn, 
 " With ilow'rets gaily (mile, 
 WhilfLyct beneath the chequcr'd lawn, 
 " A icrpcnt lurks the while ?
 
 POEMS. 199 
 
 " Hence then, rejeft ihcfe flatt'ring fcenes, 
 
 " Renounce delufive joy : 
 " And turn your eye on Heav'n, where dwells 
 
 " True blifs, without alloy. 
 
 " But foft ! I fpy the morning break 
 *' In peace purfue your way : 
 
 " Nor ever, gentle youth, prefumc 
 " From Virtuc''s path to flray."
 
 2CO POEMS. 
 
 ENTHUSIAST, 
 
 AN ODE. 
 
 /^NCE, I remember well the day, 
 
 'Twas ere the blooming fvvects of Ma^ 
 
 Had loft their frefheft hues ; 
 When cv'ry Hou-'r, on ev'ry liill, 
 In ev'rv vale liad drank it's lill, 
 Of funlliine and of dews. 
 
 In fhort, 'twas that fwcft icalon's jimith-, 
 When Spring gives up tlie renis of 1 unc, 
 
 To Summer's glowing hand ; 
 And doubting Mortals hardly know, 
 Jiy whole command tlic bree'zes blow, 
 
 Which fan the Imiling land.
 
 POEMS. 201 
 
 'Tvvas then, befides a greenwood fliadc, 
 Which cloath'd the lawn's afpiring head, 
 
 I urg'd my devious way ; 
 With loit'ring fteps legardlefs where, 
 So ibft, fo genial was the air, 
 
 So wond'rous brif^ht the dav. 
 
 And now my eyes with tranfport rove. 
 O'er ::11 the blue cxpanfe above, 
 
 Unbroken by a cloud ! 
 And now beneath delighted pafs. 
 Where winding thro' the deep green grais, 
 
 A full brim'd river fiow'd. 
 
 I ftop, I gaze ! in accents rude. 
 To tliec fcreneft Solitude, 
 
 Burfl: forth th' unbidden lay ; 
 -' Begone, vile world, the learn'd, the wifcj 
 " Tlie great, the bufy I dcfpifc, 
 
 " And pity e'en the gay.
 
 POEMS. 
 
 *' Thefe, thcfc are joys alone, I cry, 
 *' 'Tis here, divine Philofophy, 
 
 " Thou dcign'ft to fix thy ihrone ! 
 ** Here Contemplation points the road, 
 " TJiro' Nature's charms to Nature's God ! 
 
 " Tliefe, thefe are joys alone ! 
 
 " Adieu, yc vain low-thoughtcd cares, 
 ' Ye human Iiopcs, and human fears, 
 
 " Yc plcafurcs, and yc pains !" 
 While thus I Ipakc, o"cr all my ioal, 
 A philofophic calmncfs dole, 
 
 A floic llillncfs reigns. 
 
 Tlic tvrant paffions all iut-jfulc, 
 I'^car, anger, pit}', fhamc and piidc, 
 No more my bofom move ; 
 
 Yet Hill I felt, or IcTin to feci, 
 A kind of vifionary zeal, 
 Of univerfal love.
 
 POEMS. 03 
 
 When lo ! a voice, a voice I hear ! 
 'Twas reafon whifpcr'd in my car, 
 
 Thefe monitory ftrains : 
 " Whatmean'fl thoiT, Man? w-oukrHthou unbind, 
 " The tics which conflitutc thy kind, 
 
 *' The plcafures and the pains ? 
 
 '' The fame Ahnighty pov/'r unfcen, 
 *' Who fprcads the gay or folem.n fcene, 
 
 " To Contemplation's eye ; 
 *' Fix'd ev'rv movement of the foul, 
 " Tauglit every wifli it's dellin'd goal, 
 
 " And quickcn'd ever}- joy. 
 
 He bids the tyrant paffions rage, 
 " He bids them wai- eternal wage, 
 
 " And combat each his foe : 
 " Till from dilTenfions, concords rife, 
 ' And beauties from deformities, 
 
 " And happineis from v/oe,
 
 204 POEMS. 
 
 " Art tliou not Man, and dar'fl tliou Hnri, 
 " A blifs which leans not to manl.ir.d ? 
 
 " PrcTumpluous thought and vain ! 
 " P>.ch blifs unfhar'd is uncnjoy'd, 
 *' Each i>u\vcr is weak unlefs cniploy'd, 
 
 " Some locial sjood to gain. 
 
 ^'- Shall light and fliade, and warmth and air, 
 " With thole exalted jo^'S compare, 
 
 " Whicli aaive Virtue fcel.s ? 
 " W'licn on flic dra^s, as lawful pri/.c, 
 " Comtcmpt, and Indolence, and \''icc, 
 
 " At her tiiumjdiant wheels. 
 
 ' As rcfl: to labour flill fucceed<, 
 
 " To man, while \'irtuc's glorious deed.-, 
 
 " I'hnploy his toilfonu: day ; 
 -' 'I'liis fair vaiiety of thin;^;, 
 " Are merely life's refrefhin^ fprin';;., 
 
 " To (o<)lIic liim on iiis waw
 
 POEMS. 205 
 
 " Enthufiajl go, unftring thy lyre, 
 
 " In vain thou fing'ft, if none admire, 
 
 " How fweet foe'er the ftrain ; 
 *' And is not thy overflowing mind, 
 *' Unlefs thou mixeft with thy kind, 
 
 *' Benevolent in vain ? 
 
 " Enthufiajt go, try every fenfe, 
 " If not thy blifs, thy excellence, 
 
 " Thou yet haft learnt to fcan ; 
 At leaft thy wants, thy weaknefs know, 
 *' And fee them all uniting fhow, 
 
 ' That Man was made for Man,"
 
 2o6 POEMS. 
 
 E X P O S T U L A T I O N. 
 
 A Pretty, little cafy tafk, 
 
 A tale in vcife, is all yovi afk. 
 1 write a talc ! you dieam I fciir, 
 As did I try, 'twould ionn appear. 
 Coniider with attention due. 
 There IS a Cntiud Review ; 
 And female critics o'er Jiohea, 
 Sliould the\' review tliis pity mc : 
 ' Impertinent and idle ftuil,"' 
 Erom thefe would he my iad rebuff; 
 W'hdft thofe in Uls than lialf a line. 
 Can !o dread niiam, conli<'n. 
 
 1 nil well you know, if we arc fair. 
 Diefs is our rnofl imj)ortant care. 
 if poor or ugly avc may read. 
 Of fo?r,c improvement. there is need
 
 POEMS. C07 
 
 If rich no merit is requir'd, 
 
 To be by all the crowd admir'd. 
 
 But rich, or handfomc, poor, or plain. 
 
 Seem to have minds beflow'd in vain ; 
 
 Our copy books mere won't to fay, 
 
 '' Learning will every toil repay ; 
 
 ' And rivers deep run vcrv flow. 
 
 " Whilft (hallow flreams all bubbling Row f 
 
 Hence it appears a certain rule. 
 
 Xo one will talk except a fool ; 
 
 But furcly as we lee the fun. 
 
 A female Scribbler all will fhun. 
 
 As late a party met together. 
 To play at cards and talk of v/catlicr : 
 At firfl. as ufual. you may guefs, 
 Thcv onlv faw cacli otlicrs drefs : 
 With what contempt did foinc look du'>vn, 
 Upon a zcelt-fau'd wedding gown ; 
 Nor yet rcfpeft the Jlruffds lace. 
 Like lliat which veil'd tlieirown dear f.n c.
 
 2o8 POEMS. 
 
 Till tea appcar'd fo dull our chat, 
 
 Wc all were (as they fay) B flat ; 
 
 And then a Beau, like one you've focti. 
 
 The hero of an Indian fcreen, 
 
 Advanc'd and by our fmiles made pcrtcr, 
 
 Afk'd who had drawn that Tomb of U'l'rUr 
 
 " Mifs Fanny work'd it. Sir, laft year.'' 
 
 ' Work look fo rich ! fublimc and clcc;; ; 
 
 " But, Mifs, arc you fo kind, or wife, 
 
 ' To work and read to fpoil your ovrs '"' 
 
 A lady, with a languid fmilc, 
 
 Said, '* I don't woik, I can't awhilf , 
 
 " And as for reading I protcfl 
 
 " Bui now, which book do you lilcc bell r 
 
 " O madam ! I don't think about "fin, 
 
 ' The Ladies like us bcfl: wltliout "cm." 
 
 Mifs PcniL'.e. with her teeth jult clos'd. 
 Her tender lentimcnts oppos'd ; 
 (Don't laugh when I aflure you tliis. 
 Produces fafliion's fav'rife hi(s;
 
 POEMS. 209 
 
 * What ! did not you admire that talc ? 
 " It always makes me turn quite pale : 
 ' Indeed, I'm fare, I cannot try 
 
 " To read a line but what I cry." 
 
 What is this ITerter," laid Iier brotiier, 
 ' That grieves you more than any other ? 
 ' You cry, good truly, for them all, 
 ' Rogues, lovers, ladies, great and fmall ;" 
 ' O dear ! you arc lo brutifli now, 
 ' I will not fpeak, no more, I vow." 
 ' How rude," exclaim'd Mil's Spermaceti, 
 ' For Wertcr is extremely pretty ; 
 ' B;;t Love feems almofl quite forgot, 
 You gentlemen fcarce know it, not:" 
 ' Scarce know it not. Ma'am ! verv true, 
 ' I'or 1 am near it's fmiles, and you." 
 A leinale, in rich damafk dreft. 
 Her anger thus, with frowns expreH: ; 
 " Indeed, Sir, 1 don't fee the ufe, 
 ' To pive my daughter your abufc ! 
 ' But Kitty, nevermind, my dear, 
 ''' Your bookifh folks muil: always jeer :
 
 2io POEMS. 
 
 " Tho' to my mind, a deal of reading, 
 
 ' Should teach you, Sir, more better breeding 
 
 " For Kitty knows the ClafTics, Sir, 
 
 " So don't you think to laugli at her !'' 
 
 He bow'd in aniwcr took a feat, 
 
 And a Zi}JiiJi party made complete. 
 
 " Pray," laid a lady, drcfl in green, 
 " Have you Macauky's letters feen ?" 
 " No what are they?" " on Education. 
 ' And meet witli partial a})probation ; 
 " She wifhcs us to write like men, 
 " And to that end emph)ys her pen," 
 " We learn like men," Mil's lanny fncam'd, 
 And loft tlie trick, for wliich flic IchecniM ; 
 ' 'I'he lady furc has loft licr wiis, 
 ' And writes to throw one into hts ; 
 ' Mull we learn Latin, lM\;nch, and Greek, 
 " 'I'hat arc fatigud to death to fpeak ?" 
 *' No, Ma'am, laid Ptnlcc, tliat were wrong. 
 ' Before you know the EngUpi. tongue."
 
 POEMS. 2ii 
 
 " The lady of the houfe dcclar'd, 
 
 ' Such fentiments were better fpar'd ;" 
 
 Said fhe, ' I never knew a woman, 
 
 '' Who read Co much, lik'd more than common ; 
 
 ' Nor yet, that Greek and Latin books, 
 
 ' Make us good houfewives or good cooks : 
 
 ' All I would have my daughter know, 
 
 " Is how to cook and how to lew ; 
 
 ' For books, I always underftood, 
 
 ' Did girls a deal more harm than good." 
 
 But faid the lady clad in green, 
 
 Thefc occupations come between ; 
 
 ' You would not have a well dreft meal, 
 
 Our (lock of wifdom all reveal r" 
 
 The poo! was out and now the fct, 
 
 iieg.iri to tul!; quite loud, or fret ; 
 
 \\ \\r, won or loft was then m.ide known, 
 
 W'lioniiis'd a \v\c or plav''d aione. 
 
 '\'."Iicn hleiirc was reftor'd again, 
 
 i liO 'cuiii'- ''ujs tl;.;ir part maintain , 
 O '
 
 212 POEMS. 
 
 And help to fill eachlucklefs caufc, 
 
 With proper nods, and hems, and haws. 
 
 Then thus the fair her fpeech renew'd, 
 
 " When wc have roafted, boird and flcw'd. 
 
 " You grant fome work {hould all employ, 
 
 " And that opinion gives me joy ; 
 
 " For you will own, wc all niufl learn. 
 
 " The principles on which we dcarn ; 
 
 " And would we works of taflc purine, 
 
 *' Learn Concord and Perfpeftivc too : 
 
 ' What but the want of thefc has brought. 
 
 " Contempt on Avhat the laft age taught, 
 
 " Oldfatin pi^lurcs noro difplay. 
 
 " Colours ill-tni.\'d but very gay ; 
 
 " A lady in the ccntic foatcd, 
 
 " With golden beads, and drcfs completed : 
 
 " Holds in her fair/,v;/ hand a flowV, 
 
 " L:irgc as the to]) of all her bow'r : 
 
 Ilcr cafllc Iccms to A.uid on air, 
 
 'liut t/itii is ;^y//^// with the fair)
 
 ^^pEMS. 213* 
 
 Yet when Xhcfnails attain'd the fky, 
 ' Tliey meant to prove the. fair might fly. 
 T\\(tfaw.n here {"ccms the kitchen's care, 
 " And on the water walks the bear j 
 ' Firft (landing upright on the grafs, 
 " O'er looks the highefl birds which pafs. 
 ' A (ingle ftalk produces next, 
 Blue, red, and yellow flow'rs perplex'd ; 
 " And to conclude the lovely fcene, 
 ' The clouds are purple. !irov/n, and green : 
 ' T>.cn could it injure us to know, 
 ' I'lie horf;'s nei<^h. from ,t,rjn'cofk's crozo ? 
 " What but philofooliv aid reafon, 
 ' Teach us to make confervcs. or feafon ; 
 '' And bids tlie careful cook b'^ware, 
 '- To keep iier winter ilore fro\n air : 
 Cuaoni we plead for all wo do, 
 llut wliy fnouid v.-e her laws purfuc ? 
 ' W'liy fhould we be dobarr'd from knowing, 
 Th.c c.uifes of a iailad growing r" 
 I'i'',]^-*." arf-A-er'd Pt;tike, on a fucldcn, 
 ' Ai.d learn i :i? n-yid'rv of a puddings
 
 214 
 
 POEMS. 
 
 " You'd better try to found a college, 
 " Thus to incrcafc the ladies knowledge."' 
 " No Ma'am, I mean not to afpirc, 
 " Like you to tunc the Mufe's lyre ; 
 " Far be it from me to aiTert, 
 " Our faculties, like yours, alert ;, 
 " But then 1 will prefumc to lay, 
 " JVe never go to fchool to play, 
 " Or throw our time, or cajli away ; 
 " And what we are indulg'd with learning, 
 " May i/iance to make us more diitcrning. 
 *' I hate the Amazonian maid, 
 " "^^'ho 77^c'/'r felt hcrielf afraid; 
 " Yet ravnot think we were dchgn'd, 
 To feemboth d^af. and dumb, and blind 
 " And >'ou, I'm fuic, no ?/?(?-, ;v fhcw 
 " To iipiorame however due." 
 ' Dear," lifp'd Mils Pcnlee, " how you tall 
 ' It grows qiute laic, and we inull wall.. 
 " The coach is beivi] painted true !"' 
 " And then the^ bade us all adicw.
 
 POEMS. 215 
 
 No fooner did the ftrcct door clolc, 
 Thca loudly laugli'd our belles and bcaus ; 
 Call'd Penlee and the ladv too, 
 The queenejl folks they ever knew : 
 And after this dare I to write ? 
 Xo, no, I'm Wifcr ! io good night. 
 
 LINES 
 
 .)N READING A K ACCOUNT OF A FRIENd's DEATH 
 IN THE NEWS-PAPER. 
 
 T'VT'ITH grief more filent, and oh! more finccrc, 
 
 From the fwoln eye dcfccnds the friendly tear ;. 
 J'hc friend's deep foriow mocks defrription's art, 
 S'ghsonly fpeak the language of my heart. 
 IIow have I charg'd each tedious, ling'ring day, 
 That brouglit no letter, witli unkind delay ; 
 With what impatience have I long'd to hear, 
 
 Some ncu-s of Tirr. too foon it ftuns mine ear ! 
 
 No more tliv known direftion ghiJs my eye. 
 Eager no more tliy niuch-lov'd name I ipy.
 
 21 6 POEMS. 
 
 A public paper, in confufion rearl. 
 
 Brings the fad tidings that mv friend is d'-uJ I 
 
 Thy death v/as fudden, yet not immature, 
 
 For this thy Uft w is much too good, too pure ; 
 
 O! may tliat thought thy mournful friends iuilain. 
 
 Their temporal lofs, is tliy eternal gain. 
 
 Thv gain our lofs erroneous love rcfign'd, 
 And afk'd of Heav'n thy life, and now for th::. 
 The ftrcaming tear diftains the lovclicft cheek. 
 And forrow triumphs o'er the purefl heart : 
 The puiefl heart on earth has low d'jfircs, 
 Nor knows pcrfeftion till it taftes of death. 
 But let me learn with piety totrufl; 
 Tlie fapicnt hand that gives and takes awa\- ; 
 Let me from Fricndlhij) gain auxiliar anus, 
 To force the dang'rous wa}-. by foes iicic;, 
 Tliat leads to Heav'n. And let tliis ardent wdl; 
 Which throbs within my bread to he with ///f, 
 Still kc;-p mc fledfaft in the path tliy feet, 
 Thy guiding feet, with pcrfcvcrancc trod.
 
 POEMS. 217 
 
 ON THE DEATH OF 
 
 Cornet 5- 
 
 17 ARLY in life how fudden fnatch'd awav, 
 
 This haplefs youth, fo late howblythe and gay ; 
 His thread is fpun, his life is now no more, 
 But now, alas ! his blooming years arc o'er : 
 Nip'd in the bud the fruit, ah ! why fo fooii, 
 His morning fun is fet ere yet 'tis noon. 
 In life's gay moments, when replete his mind, 
 With mirth, good humour, what a friend you'd find 
 His cheerful foul no wayward fancy knew, 
 His zirtues many, and \\\i> faults how few ! 
 None arc from error's maze at all times free, 
 In others you'd no lefs than in him fee ; 
 Spare tlien, if in iome guardlcfs times you'd find. 
 Some trifling foibles; be lo ihem all blind. 
 Train'd young to arms, this fprightly youth corJd 
 
 boaft, 
 Superior knowledge in that art to moft ;
 
 2i8 POEMS. 
 
 Could wield with matchlefs fkill the burnifli'd fvvord, 
 And well could give the loud commanding word. 
 But when with artful eafe the carbine held, 
 'Twas then his fhining genius mofl excell'd ; 
 From hand to hand th' obedient fire-arms flew, 
 In forms moft pleafing to the ravifh'd view. 
 But hark ! wliile here his friends his fate deplore, 
 The tale's convcy'd to Hibernia's profp'rous fhorc ; 
 Where Fame, with hundred tongues of wonted joy, 
 Informs the Mother of her darling boy : 
 What heartfelt pangs, what tender feelings there, 
 Too fad the fcene ! too much there is to fear ! 
 Here then let Vriendfliip this lov'd youth bewail, 
 One figh ! one tear! farewell here drops the veil.
 
 POEMS. 219 
 
 GOLDFINCH, 
 starv'd to death in his cage. 
 
 'T^'IME was when I was free as air, 
 The thirties downy feed my fare. 
 My drink the morning dew ; 
 I perch'd at will on ev'ry fpray, 
 My form genteel, my plumage gay, 
 My flrains for ever new. 
 
 But gaudy plumage, fprightly ftrain, 
 And form genteel, were all in vain, 
 
 And of a tranfient date ; 
 For caught and cag'd, and ftarv'd to death, 
 My dying fighs, my little breath, 
 
 Soon pafs'd the wiry grate.
 
 Z20 rOEMS. 
 
 Thanks, gentle fwain ! for all my woe?. 
 And thanks for this efledtual clofe, 
 
 And cure of cv'ry ill ; 
 J^Iorc cruelty could none cxpreis, 
 And I, if you had fhcwn me Icis, 
 
 Had been your pris'ner Hill. 
 
 FURIES, 
 
 A y A li L E 
 
 /^UOTII P!ufO to Mercury, who wc arc told 
 
 Convc\s t!ic Gods orcltis. " My Furu's gro\\- 
 " old ; 
 ' I mud liavc fomc OlIkis, more atlive and flronq, 
 '" Whole limbs arc more (lout, and whole llrokc-5 au 
 
 " more fhong , 
 " To torture thole wretches, whom fa ic has dcrrctd, 
 " For their vices above, in thcfe regions to bleed :
 
 POEMS. 22t- 
 
 Go then tlirouglithc earth but a trifle the fpace is 
 " And (ind me three perfons to fill up their places ; 
 ' That all who have injur'd the virtuous and good, 
 And to fickncis or want, dcny'd phyfic or food; 
 '' Orfuffcr'd the weepings the naked or poor, 
 'J'o depart with a tear or a ligh from their door ; 
 '' "When Fortune had lent them enough and to (pare, 
 To foothe their diftrefs, and to foften their care ; 
 " May now, in their turn, due correftion receive, 
 '= For ills which they faw, but refus'd to relieve ; 
 '' For Pluto, tho' doom'd to the regions of night, 
 " Is careful that each be repaid what is right :" 
 The mandate once ilfu'd, moft nimbly obcy'd was, 
 
 And off went the fcout for he knew what his 
 
 trade was. 
 
 A little v.-Iiile after, quoth yuno to Iris, 
 '" My fwcct pretty h.andmaid, my eanicfl denre is; 
 " That you ixmnn'jfi feinalrs of moil happy features, 
 ' Would pick me out two or three delicate creatures; 
 ' Sedate, unimpafriou'd, and perfeftly free 
 ' From the love of all men, and condu6l them to me ;
 
 223 POEMS. 
 
 '' Tor I long to make FeKus retraft her opinion, 
 
 Ihat r.ll arc the flavcs of that minx's dominion; 
 " That great ones, and fmall ones, and hi'^li ones. 
 
 " and low, 
 " Arc led by tlicir lufts at her altars to how : 
 And that lo\'crs more vows ofl'er up in lier flirine, 
 '' Than others do breathe in Minerva's or mine s 
 " And O ! what ineffable blils wou'd betide me, 
 ' To have fo much excellence always bcfidc me : 
 " Sworn foes to the foiter endearments of love, 
 Whom woilds would not tempt to look plcafant 
 '' or Jovs." 
 
 Away Ins fiew lo tow;., ''.i'agc;, and plain, 
 And fcarcii'dall the eaiil; -!)ut the fearcJi v.-as in 
 
 vain ; 
 For three fj accompliPa'd fin'l out could fliv not, 
 In city, vale, hamlet, m ])alacc or ( ol -. 
 Juno hglrd when flic lavv- her returning alone. 
 - O Viriw ! C) Chajtity ' wlicrc are you flown ;' 
 " Great Goddefs" q-aotli /r/t, ' your Majefly's wiH. 
 ' Quite cafv. no doubt, had I found lo lulfil ;
 
 POEMS. 2^3 
 
 ' For I heard of three fair-ones, j'.'-ft form'J on your 
 
 ' plan, 
 ' Who ne'er in their lives had once fmil'd upon man ; 
 ' But bidding defiance to Cupid''s, own darts, 
 Had kiird all the feeds of vain love in their hearti ; 
 " Ijut alas ! how jjcrplex'd is the drama of fate ! 
 Succefs was precluded, by being too late." 
 
 Juno, 
 Too late! but I'll teach you your betters what's 
 ' due to," 
 Inis, 
 ' Nay. Madam be calm, they were jult gone to P^^i.'?." 
 
 To Phif^-.'.c.i r.rl^r: .' a fallciiood that U'.c i. ; 
 '' To PUtu I for v.-hat ':'- 
 
 Iris, 
 Plcafc vour Mi"!u'..^rs, fo'- FL'MIcO."
 
 224 POEMS. 
 
 L I F K. 
 
 CTRANGE ftaleof wifhcs. hopes and fears. 
 
 Of difappoimmcnts, fmilcs and tear? . 
 Where man purfues. whh anxious mind. 
 
 Tlie trcafurc he can fcldo:n find : 
 Since difappointment. niore or Icls. 
 Attends his fcarch of liaupincfs. 
 It is a phantom that cfcapcs. 
 And cheats him in a tiioufund f!;apcr- 
 Now Beauty's winning graces v.ears, 
 And now in MunDnoii' ., for::: ;i|):)ears. 
 
 ''J'ib not in iwcuefi r.otrs con\-cy'd, 
 
 'I'ho' waf'.ed Ui,m lli' iMiibrol'ud fi.ade . 
 
 "Tisnot tl'.e }iearin'_^. touch, or Jig'it. 
 
 Can "i^"e us this fujjreme delight ; 
 
 It IS in GOD alone we find. 
 
 This jianacea of the m nd.
 
 POEiMS. 
 
 He gives new fragrance to the rcie, 
 New fragrance to each bud that blows ; 
 New vigour to tlie funny beam, 
 New lufhre to the lucid dream : 
 New loftuefs to the cooing dove, 
 y^pw ardour to the voice of love ; 
 Without his prefcnce all is dim, 
 For ev'ry blefTmg comes from him.
 
 826 POEMS. 
 
 VERSES 
 
 ADDRESSED TO A LADY O.N HR MARRIAGE. 
 
 'U'RIEND, fifter, partner of that gentle heart. 
 
 Where my foul lives and holds her dearefl part 
 While Love's foft raptures thefe gay hours employ, 
 And Time puts on the yellow robe of }ov ; 
 Will Maria mark with patient ear, 
 The moral Mufe, noi' deem my long fcverc ? 
 Thro' the long cou'-fe of life's unclouded dav. 
 Where fwcct Conlenlment fmiles on Virtue's wav ; 
 Where Fimcy opes her cver-var'/ing \'icw.s, 
 And Hope ftrcws fiow'i's, and leads yon ;i3 ii c 
 
 flrcws. 
 ?vlay cacli fair jdeafure court thy [j\oi 'd bread. 
 By Truih protcttcJ, and by Luvc cards'd ; 
 So Fricr:i!f/:^p vows nor Ihall lu r \'()ws h? v..iii. 
 For ev'iv plcafurc cnnics iii Viriur^ iia'n
 
 rOEMS. 
 
 227 
 
 Kach charm that tender fympathies impart, 
 T!ie glow of foul, the tranfport of the heart ; 
 Sweet meanings that in filent truth convey, 
 Mind into mind, and fleal the foul away. 
 rhefc gifts, O Firtue! thefe are all thy own, 
 Loft to the vicious, to the vain unknown ; 
 Love, like the flow'r that courts the Sun's kind ray, 
 V/ill flourifli only in the fmiles of day : 
 Diftrufts cold air, tiie gcn'rous plant annoys, 
 And one chill blight of dire contempt defti-oys. 
 
 fli'.in, my friend! avoid that dang'rous coaft, 
 Where Peace expires and fair AfcSlion's loH ; 
 ]>y V/it. by Grief, by Anger urg'd forbear, 
 'i'he fpccch c<jntcmptuous and the fcornful air: 
 'irue tender love one even tenor keeps, 
 
 ' Tis Ri'afon's fiamc, and burns when Fajfion deeps ; 
 The charm connubial like a flrcam that glides, 
 
 1 hro' Life's fair vale, with no unequal tides ; 
 W'ltli many a plant along it's genial Hde, 
 
 \*.'^ith many a flower tliat blows in beauteous pride ; 
 Witli many a fliade, where Peace in rapturous reft. 
 Holds fwcet AiJi'iiK': to her peaceful brv^ift. 
 I'
 
 228 POEMS. 
 
 Pure in it's fource and temp'rate in it's way, 
 
 Still flows the fame nor finds it's urn decay : 
 
 O blifs ! bevond what lonclv life can know. 
 
 The foul-felt fympathy of joy and woe : 
 
 That magic charm which makes ev'n forrow dear. 
 
 And turns to pleafure the partaken tear. 
 
 Long beauteous Friend, to you may Hcav'n impart. 
 
 The foft endearments of the focial heart ; 
 
 Long to your lot may ev'ry blefling flow, 
 
 That Sfnfe. or Ta/}e, or Virtue can beftow ; 
 
 And, O ! forgive, the zeal your peace infpires. 
 
 To teach that Prudeme whicli iticlf admires.
 
 POEMS. 
 
 TALE 
 
 T O 
 
 229 
 
 I H L O R I N D A. 
 
 r^AME Venus, a daughter of ^we's, 
 
 And amongft all his daughters moft fair 5 
 I. oft, it fecms. t'other day the two Doves, 
 Th;ir wafted her Car thro' the air. 
 
 J I.e dame made a heavy fad rout, 
 
 Pvan about heav'n and earth to condole 'em ; 
 
 And fought high and low to find out, 
 
 Where the biddies were flray'd, or who ilolc 'em 
 
 To the God who the ftragglers fliould meet. 
 She promis'd moft tempting fine pay i 
 
 S/x 'iijfc-s than honey more fweet, 
 And a frcaith far fwceter than they.
 
 230 POEMS. 
 
 The propofal no fooner was made, 
 But it put all the Gods in a flame , 
 
 For who would not give all he had, 
 To be kifs'd by fo dainty a dame ' 
 
 To Cyprefs, to Paphos they run, 
 
 Where the Goddcfs oft us'd to retire , 
 
 Some rode round the world with the fun. 
 And fearch'd ev'ry country and {hire, 
 
 But with all their hard running and riding, 
 Not a God of 'em claim'd the reward 
 
 For no one could tell talc or tiding. 
 
 If the Doves were iilivc or were flarvVL 
 
 At lafl tlic flv fiiootrr of men, 
 
 Youno, Cupid, T beg the God's pardon) 
 ' M.nr.nia. vo.ir blue birds I have fcen, 
 
 " In a certain tcrrcftrial garden,"
 
 POEMS. 231 
 
 Where, where, my dear child, quickly fhew," 
 
 Ouoth the dame almofl out of her wits ; 
 
 Do but go to Chlorinda," fays Ca, 
 
 " And you'll find 'em in fhape of Pewits." 
 
 Is it fhc that hath done me this wrong ? 
 Full well I know her and her arts ; 
 Slie has foUow'd the thieving trade long, 
 But I thought fhe dealt only in Hearts. 
 
 I fhall foon make her know, To I fhall, 
 
 ' And with that thro' Jove's palace fhe run; 
 
 And began like a bedlam to bawl, 
 
 " I'm cheated, I'm robb'd, I'm undone ! 
 
 Chlorinda, whom none can approach, 
 ' Without lofing his heart or his fenfes ; 
 Has dole the two Doves from my coach, 
 " And now flaunts it at Veniu' cxpenccs.
 
 83 s 
 
 POEMS. 
 
 " She has chang'd the poor things to Fia; v, 
 " And keeps 'em like ord'nary fouls , 
 
 " So when {he robs men of their wits, 
 " She turns them to AJfes or Owls. 
 
 " I cou"d tell you of many a hundred,. 
 
 " Of figure, high flations, and means 
 '' Whom file without mercy has plundei "d, 
 
 '' Ever fincc fhc came into her teens. 
 
 " But her thefts upon earth I'd have Ijorni 
 " Or have let "em all pafs for mere fabu 
 
 ' But nothing will now iervc her turn, 
 " But the Doves out of P'eniu'^ ftabk . 
 
 ' Is it fit, let your mightvlhip lav. 
 
 " That I, like fomc pitiful iliii ; 
 '' Shou'd tarry within doors all day, 
 
 '' Or clfc trud'TC it a foot in the dm r
 
 POEMS. 233 
 
 ' Is it fit that a mortal fhould trample, 
 ' On me who am flil'd Q^ueen of Beau fy ; 
 
 ' O make her, great ^ove, an example, 
 " And teach nimble- fingers her duty." 
 
 Sir ^ove when he heard her thus rage. 
 
 For all liis great gravity, i'mil'd ; 
 And then, like a judge wife and fage, 
 
 He began in terms fober and mild. 
 
 " Learn, daugliter, to bridle your tongue, 
 ' Forbear to traduce with your prattle, 
 
 ' The fair, who has done you no wrong, 
 ' And fcorns to purloin goods and chattel. 
 
 She needs neuhcr gewgaw nor trinket, 
 ' To carry the world all before her ; 
 
 '' FIcr dcferts, I would have you to think i(, 
 ' Arc enough to make all men adore her
 
 231 POEMS. 
 
 " Your Doves arc clop'd, I confefs, 
 " And chufc with ChLorinda to dwell ; 
 
 " But blame not the lady for this, 
 " For iurc 'tis no crime to excel. 
 
 '' As for them, I applaud their high aimi, 
 
 ' Having ferv'd from the time of their bin.' 
 
 '' The faircfl of heavenly dames, 
 
 ' Tliey would now fervc the faircfl on earth.''
 
 POEMS. 235 
 
 A N 
 
 ODE 
 
 A M B I T I O N. 
 
 ''F'ilE Mariner when firfl he fails, 
 
 Whihe his bold oars the fparkling furfacc fweep, 
 With new delight tranlported hails, 
 
 The blue expanded P^dcs and level deep. 
 
 Suc'i voung Ambition's fearlcls ami, 
 
 flcas'd with tlie gur'Tcous fccnc of wealth and power, 
 In tlic gay morn of early fame, 
 
 Nor thinks of evning's Ptorni and gloomy hour. 
 
 Life's opening views bright charms reveal, 
 Feed the fond v/ini and fai; the youthful lire; 
 
 But v/ocs unknown thofe charms conceal. 
 And fair illufions cheat our fierce defirc.
 
 35 POEMS, 
 
 Their Envy fhows her fullen mein, 
 
 With changeful colour, grinning fmiles of hate : 
 There Malice flabs with rage ferene, 
 
 In deadly filence treach'rous Fricndjliips wait. 
 
 High on a mountain's lofty brow, 
 
 Mid clouds of florms, has Glory fix'd her Icat ; 
 Rock'd by the roaring winds that blow, 
 
 The light'nings blaft; it, and tiic tempefls beat. 
 
 Within the fun-gilt vale bcncatli, 
 
 More mod'rate Hope with iwcet Contentment dwells. 
 Wliile gentler breezes round tliem breathe, 
 
 And fofter fhow'rs refrefh their peaceful cells. 
 
 To better genius ever blind, 
 
 That points to each in vary'd life his fi-.arc : 
 Man quits the path by Heaven deiign'd, 
 
 To fearch for blils arnons'fl the thorns of Cure.
 
 POEMS. 237 
 
 Our native powers we fcom to know, 
 
 With fledfaft error ftill the wrong purfue ; 
 
 InO;ruft our forward ills to grow, 
 
 While fad {ucceffes but our pain renew. 
 
 In vain Fleavcn tempers life with fwcct, 
 
 With flowers the way, that leads us home, beftrcws 
 
 If dupes to paffion and deceit, 
 
 We drink, the bitter and the ruggid chufc. 
 
 Few can on Grandeur's flage appear, 
 
 Each lofty part with true applaufe fufhiin ; 
 
 No common Virtue can with fafety fleer, 
 
 Wiiere rocks unnumbcr'd lurk beneath the main. 
 
 Then happicft he whofc timely hand, 
 
 To cool Difrrction has the helm rcfign'd ; 
 
 Enjoys the calm in fight of land. 
 From changing tides fecuie and truftlcfs wind.
 
 288 POEMS. 
 
 ODE 
 
 C O N T E N T M E N T. 
 
 '"PO thefc lone fhades where peace delights to dwell, 
 
 May fortune oft permit me to retreat ; 
 Here bid the world with all it's cares farewell, 
 And leave it's pleafures to the rich and great. 
 
 Oft as thcfummcr's fun fliall clicar this fccnCj 
 With that mild gleam which points his parting ray 
 
 Here let my foul enjoy cacli eve fcrcnc, 
 
 Here fliarc it's calm till life's dcclininii dav. 
 
 No gladfome image then fliould "fcapc iny figiit, 
 From thefc gay flow'rs wliich borflcr near my c;>e 
 
 To yon bright cloud that decks witli ricliefl lirh-N 
 I'he "ilded mantle of the wcflcin fkv.
 
 POEMS. 239 
 
 With ample gaze I'd trace that ridge remote, 
 
 Where op'iiing cliffs difclofe the boundlefs main : 
 
 With earncft ken from each low hamlet note, 
 'Ihe ftccple's fummit peeping o'er the plain. 
 
 What various works that rural landfkips fill, 
 Where mingling hedge-rows beauteous fields inclofo 
 
 And prudent Culture, with induftrious fkill, 
 Her chequcr'd fcene of crops and fallows fhows r 
 
 IIow fnould I love to mark that riv'lets maze, 
 
 Thro' which it works it's untaught courie alonf^ 
 Wliilfl: near it's gralfy banks the herd fliall graze. 
 And blighfome milk-maid chaunts her thoughtlcfsfong. 
 
 St'Il would I note the fhades of Icngth'ning Pncepj 
 As fcattcr'd o'er the hills ilant brow they rove ; 
 
 Still note the dav's lad glimm'ring ludre creep, 
 From off the verge of yonder upland grove.
 
 240 
 
 POEMS. 
 
 Nor fhould my Icifurc fcldom wait to view, 
 
 The llow-wing'd rooks in home-ward train fuccccd 
 
 Nor yet forbear the fwallow to purfue. 
 
 With quicker glance clofe fkimming o'er the mcail. 
 
 But moflly here fl^.ould I delight t" explore, 
 The bounteous laws of Nature's myftic pow"; ; 
 
 Then mvifc on him who blcffoih all her ftore, 
 And give to Iblemn thoughts the fobcr hour. 
 
 Let Mirth uncnvy'd laugh with proud dildain. 
 And deem it fplcen one moment thus to w;:ftc 
 
 If fo fhc keep far hence her noify train, 
 Nor interrupt thofc joys fhc cannot tuftr. 
 
 Far fweeter ilrcams fliall flow from Wif(lovi\ fpring. 
 
 Than ffic receives from Folly's cofllieft bowl ; 
 And what delights can her chief dainties bring, 
 
 l,ikc tliofc wliich feaft the hea\cnlv pcnfive foul '
 
 POEMS. 241 
 
 Ilail lilcnce then ! be thou my frequent gucft, 
 For thou art wont my gratitude to raife ; 
 
 As high as wonder can the theme fuggeft, 
 Whene'er I meditate my Maker's piaifc. 
 
 What joy tor lutor'd Piety to learn, 
 
 All that my chriflian iolitude can teach ; 
 
 Where wcalv-ey'd Reafon's felf may well difcevu^ 
 Each clearer truth the gofpel deigns to prcacli. 
 
 Xo objett here but may convince the mind, 
 Of more than tlioughtful honcfty fhall need . 
 
 Nor can fufpenle long queflion here to find, 
 Suflicient evidence to fix it's creed. 
 
 Tis G(kI tliat gives this bow'r it's aweful glooiii, 
 His arched verdure docs it's roof invefl; : 
 
 lie breathes the life of fragrance on it's bloom, 
 \;k1 with his kindnefs makes it's owner bled,
 
 242 rOE.MS. 
 
 Oh! may the guidance of tliy grace attend. 
 
 The ule of all thy bounty fhall beftow ; 
 Left Folly fliould miftake it's facred end, 
 
 Or Vi:c convert it into means of woe. 
 
 Incline and aid mc ftill my life to fteer, 
 As Confi:i':nce dictates what to fliun or chufc ; 
 
 Nor let my heart feel anxious hope or fear. 
 For aught this world can give me or rcfufc. 
 
 Then fnall not IVealth's parade one wifh excite. 
 For wretched ftatc to barter peace away ; 
 
 Nor vain Ambitioii's lure my pride invite, 
 Beyond Contenimctit''s humble path to ftra\-. 
 
 What tho' thy Wijdovi may my lot deny, 
 The trcafur'd plenty freely to difpcnfe ; 
 
 Yet well thy goodnefs can th:it want fupply. 
 With larger portions of BcncvjUncc.
 
 POEMS. 24a 
 
 And fare the heart that wills the gen'rous deed, 
 May all the joys of Charity command ; 
 
 I or {he beft loves from notice to recede, 
 
 And deals her unfought gifts with fecret hand. 
 
 i hen will I fometimes bid my fancy fheal. 
 That unclaimed wealth no property reftrains 
 
 Soothe with fiftitious aid my friendly zeal, 
 And realize each goodly aft fhe feigns. 
 
 So riiall I gain the gold without alloy ; 
 
 Without oppreffion, toil, or trcach'rous fnares ; 
 So ihall I know it's ufc, it's pow'r employ, 
 
 And yet avoid it's dangers and it's cares. 
 
 And ipitc of all that boaflful wealth can do, 
 In vain would Fortune drive the rich to blefs 
 
 Were they not flatter'd with fome diftant vie-w^ 
 Of what fhc ne'er can give them to pofiefs.
 
 ii44 POEMS. 
 
 E'en IVifdom' s high conceit great wants would feel, 
 If not fupply'd from Fancy's boundlefs ftore ; 
 
 And nought but fhame makes pow'r itfclf conceal, 
 That fhe, to fatisfy, mufl promifc more. 
 
 But tho' Experience will not fail to fhew, 
 
 Ilowe'er it's truth man's wcakncfs may upbraid 
 
 That what he moftly values here below, 
 Owc's half it's relifii to kind Fancy's aid. 
 
 Yet fhould not Prvdenre her li<^ht wings command. 
 
 She may too far extend her hecfUcfs {light ; 
 For Pkujurc foon fliall quit her fairy land, 
 
 If A'tz^Mrc's rccriuns are nut held in liiiht. 
 
 From Fruth's abode, in (carcli of kiii.i drccit 
 ^\'iil^in due limits fhc r..d\- fafrl\- roam : 
 
 If roving does not make I'.cr li.i; ;(-!i\'at. 
 And witli avtrhon fliun her pro])cr home
 
 POEMS. 845 
 
 But thanks to thnfe whofc fond parental care, 
 To Learning's paths my youthful flcps confin'd ; 
 
 I need not fhun a ftatc which lets me fliare, 
 
 Each calm delight that foothes the ftudious mind. 
 
 While genius lafts his faTe fhall ne'er decay, 
 
 Whofe artful hand firft caus'd its fruits to fpread 
 
 In lafLing volumes ftampt the printed lay, 
 And taught the, Idufcs to embalm the dead. 
 
 To iiim I owe each fair inftruftive page, 
 
 W'h.cic Science tells me what her Sons have known, 
 
 C\)llcfts tlicir choiccft \'>'orks from ev'ry age, 
 
 And makes me wife with kiiowlcdsrc not mv own. 
 
 I5o(.ks riglitlv us"d mav ev'rv fratc fceure, 
 FroiTi I'orlunr'f, evils ma^' our peace defend ; 
 
 ?vi;iv tench us ho-.v to flum, or to endure, 
 The (oc n!,,iu<;nant and the faithful friend.
 
 246 POEMS. 
 
 Should rigid Want withdraw all outward aid, 
 Kind ftores of inward comfort they can bring, 
 
 wShould keen Difeafe life's tainted flream invade, 
 Sweet to the foul from them pure health may fpr.'ng. 
 
 Should both at once man's weaklv fiamc infcft. 
 
 Some lettcr'd chanr.s may flill relief fupplv : 
 'Gainft all events prepare his patient bread, 
 
 And make him quite rcfign'd to live or die. 
 
 Foi- tlio' no Asords can time or fate reftrain. 
 
 No ibunds lupprels the call of Nature^ voice ; 
 
 Tho' neither rl'vmcs, nor fprlls, can conquer pain. 
 Nor !na,i;jc"s fell "make wrclchcdKcfs our choice. 
 
 Vet K'afrn, while .'; forms the labile plan, 
 Fc::;;- pui\r fc-iiicc of ])]caiure to explore 1 
 
 Miii' ''.-c in It vuiu tor tliat ])oor ])ilgiiui, Mi!>r 
 To tlunk of refting till his journey's o'c:,
 
 POEMS. 247 
 
 Muft deem each fruitlefs toil by Heaven delign'd, 
 To teach him whence to lock for real blifs ; 
 
 Elfc whv fhould hcav'n excite the hope to find, 
 What balk'd pmTuit muft here for ever mil's ?
 
 CONTENTS. 
 
 Page 
 pREFACE 3 
 
 ylcroftic to Mifs Beverley on her intended Publication 5 
 
 On Happinejs 7 
 
 Verfes on Jome jailing Bbfurns, written in the year 1760 9 
 
 A Ballad 10 
 
 Odi on Friendjliip 18 
 
 Verfes by a Lady, to the Memory of the bejl of Parents 21 
 
 llic Captive 28 
 
 The Vijion, as verfijied from the Preceptor, vide p. 15 31 
 
 A mp - 36 
 
 Extempore on reading the ahove 38 
 
 Extempore on receiving the Lady's propofals for 
 
 puhli fling 39 
 
 An Elegy on the Death of a young Lady who died thro' 
 
 unfdj id treatment, written by the feafide \'^Z<^ 40 
 Verfes zorittcii by a Lady on her Son's receiving a wound 
 
 Jrom a Pifol whieli he had in his potket - ^3 
 
 On a frf-born Infant ^^
 
 CONTENTS. 
 
 Page 
 
 To the Memory of the beji of Brothers, once Captain of 
 the Beaver's Prize, lofl off St. Lucia October ii. 
 
 1780 47 
 
 A Ballad ri 
 
 Verfes on the abfence of a favourite young Gentleman 5J 
 Verfes on the departure of a Lady from her Friend, to 
 
 the Author efs ,5 i 
 
 The dying Profit ute 60 
 The Dream 63 
 Verfes by a young Lady a few Days before her Death 64 
 Extempore on receiving a Letter of Raillery on an in- 
 tended Journey 6() 
 On the word Love 70 
 Hope, from Streplion to Delia . ib. 
 The Anfzver, from Delia to Strephon 7 1 
 To a Friend 72 
 A Paraphrafe on the 2d Chapter of- St. Mattiicui - 77 
 Extempore on being defired to write fome Verfes on a 
 
 Friend's birth-day - 82 
 
 An Elt'gia'' Addrefs to an empty Purje 8,^ 
 
 To Mijs B y 91
 
 CONTEXTS. 
 
 Page 
 
 Ainioma if, 93 
 
 yEnigma id, V^, 
 
 y-Enigma 3-^ ih. 
 
 /Enigma ^th , n^ 
 
 .Enigma ^ih {l,^ 
 
 yEnigyna bth 2^^ 
 
 ^Einigvia yth , 
 
 ^Enigvia 8t/t. 
 
 ALnigma t^th i3, 
 
 Enigma \oth q5 
 
 Enigma 1 1 th {^^ 
 
 An Apology for Vagrants from a Country Jujliu 97 
 
 Protdlion of the Poor gg 
 
 Continuation oj thi famz - .99 
 
 A Sonnet 10a 
 
 Another 103 
 
 7j Care 104 
 Verfes on the Death of Capt. Cook, infcribcd to M'f 
 
 Seward 106 
 
 The faithful A'e^roe, an Elegiac Fragment 109 
 
 Anna, an Elegiac Characicr 113 
 
 95
 
 CONTEXTS. 
 
 Page 
 
 Monody to th: Memory of a yoiivg Lady, ["from Mr. 
 
 Dodfiy's ColkclionJ hy Mr. Shaw 116 
 
 Lines addrJi^d to a beautiful yjur,r U'onian wlio made 
 htrjirjl Appearand on thcSt;;]^c in the Character 
 oj Louija Dudley xnth' U'ej't Indian 130 
 
 Th" Day of Judnnent, an Od \ attempted in En^lijh 
 
 Sapphick 132 
 
 Laun(hin<j into Eternity - 135 
 
 A Moral Thoii-ht 136 
 
 To Myrtillis. The New-year's ojferine^ 138 
 
 Th; Hake 142 
 
 Life, an Ode 144 
 
 An Epitaph 1.I7 
 
 The Ignorance of Man 148 
 Liberty, an Elegy, fii^n'd to be tcrittenfromthc happy 
 
 Fale of Amhara 151 
 
 The Tears of Old May Day 156 
 
 An original Poem, ivrUten in tiic nuns 1/ an anuent 
 
 Abbey iC)2 
 
 Novevihcr, an Elegy 16G 
 
 A Song 173 
 
 The Complaint, an L'e-:\- 174
 
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 The Honejl Lawyer ij-g 
 
 Knowledge^ an Ode i8o 
 
 The Wanderer < 192 
 
 The Enthujiajl, an Ode 200 
 
 Expojtulation 206 
 Lines on reading an account oj a Friend's Death in 
 
 the i\ezos Paper 21 ^ 
 
 On the Death of Cornet B. 217 
 
 On a Goldjinch Jlarved to Death in his Cage 2ig 
 
 The Furies, a Fable 220 
 
 Lijc, an Ode 224 
 
 Verfes addrejfed to a Lady on her Marriage 226 
 
 A Tale to Chl.rinda 229 
 
 An Ode on Avilntion 235 
 
 Another to Contentment 238
 
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