"He once or twice had penn'd a fonnet; Yet hoped, that he might fave his bacon : Numbers would give their oaths upon it, He ne'er was for a conj'rer taken.” The ghostly prudes with hagged face My lady rofe, and with a grace— She smiled, and bid him come to dinner. Jefu-Maria! Madam Bridget, Why, what can the Viscountess mean ?” (Cried the fquare-hoods in woful fidget) "The times are alter'd quite and clean! "Decorum's turn'd to mere civility; Her air and all her manners show it. Commend me to her affability! Speak to a commoner and a poet!" [Here five hundred ftanzas are loft.] And fo God fave our noble king, And guard us from long-winded lubbers, That to eternity would fing, And keep my lady from her rubbers. ODE ON THE PLEASURE ARISING FROM VICISSITUDE.' OW the golden morn aloft Waves her dew-bespangled wing, With vermeil cheek and whisper soft Till April starts, and calls around The fleeping fragrance from the ground; And lightly o'er the living scene Scatters his fresheft, tendereft green. New-born flocks, in rustic dance, Frisking ply their feeble feet; Forgetful of their wintry trance The birds his presence greet: But chief, the sky-lark warbles high And, leffening from the dazzled fight, Melts into air and liquid light. Rise, my foul! on wings of fire, Rife the rapt'rous choir among; Hark! 'tis nature ftrikes the lyre, And leads the genʼral song: With health, with harmony, and love." Yesterday the fullen year Saw the fnowy whirlwind fly; Mute was the music of the air, With forward, and reverted eyes. Smiles on paft misfortune's brow Soft reflection's hand can trace; And o'er the cheek of forrow throw A melancholy grace; While hope prolongs our happier hour, Or deepest shades, that dimly lower And blacken round our weary way, Gilds with a gleam of distant day. |