Around in sympathetic mirth But nothing could a charm impart His rising cares the hermit spy'd, With answ'ring care opprest: "And whence, unhappy youth," he cry'd, "The sorrows of thy breast? "From better habitations spurn'd, Or grieve for friendship unreturn'd, "Alas! the joys that fortune brings And those who prize the paltry things, "And what is friendship but a name, A shade that follows wealth or fame, "And love is still an emptier sound, On Earth unseen, or only found To warm the turtle's nest. "For shame, fond youth, thy sorrows hush, And spurn the sex," he said: Surpris'd he sees new beauties rise, The bashful look, the rising breast, “And, ah! forgive a stranger rude, "But let a maid thy pity share, Whom love has taught to stray; Who seeks for rest, but finds despair Companion of her way. "My father liv'd beside the Tyne, A wealthy lord was he; And all his wealth was mark'd as mine, He had but only me. "To win me from his tender arms Unnumber'd suitors came, Who prais'd me for imputed charms, "Each hour a mercenary crowd With richest proffers strove; Among the rest young Edwin bow'd, But never talk'd of love. "In humble, simplest habit clad, "And when, beside me in the dale, His breath lent fragrance to the gale, "The blossom op'ning to the day, "The dew, the blossoms of the tree, With charms inconstant shine; "For still I try'd each fickle art, Importunate and vain; And while his passion touch'd my heart, "Till, quite dejected with my scorn, And sought a solitude forlorn "But mine the sorrow, mine the fault, "And there forlorn, despairing, hid, "Forbid it, Heav'n!" the hermit cry'd, And clasp'd her to his breast: The wond'ring fair-one turn'd to chide, 'T was Edwin's self that prest. "Turn, Angelina, ever dear, My charmer, turn to see Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here, "Thus let me hold thee to my heart, And ev'ry care resign: And shall we never, never part, My life my all that's mine? "No, never, from this hour to part, We'll live and love so true, The sigh that rends thy constant heart Shall break thy Edwin's too." RETALIATION. A POEM. Or old, when Scarron his companions invited, united. [fish, If our landlord * supplies us with beef and with Let each guest bring himself, and he brings the best dish: Our deant shall be ven'son, just fresh from the plains; Our Burket shall be tongue, with the garnish of brains; Our Will § shall be wild fowl, of excellent flavour; And Dick || with his pepper shall heighten the sa ။ vour: [obtain; Our Cumberland's ¶ sweet-bread its place shall And Douglas ** is pudding, substantial and plain: The master of St. James's coffee-house, where the Doctor, and the friends he has characterised in this Poem, occasionally dined. Dr. Barnard, Dean of Derry, in Ireland. Mr. Edmund Burke. $ Mr. William Burke, Secretary to General Conway, and Member for Bedwin. Mr. Richard Burke, Collector of Grenada. Mr. Richard Cumberland, author of the West Indian, Fashionable Lover, The Brothers, and other dramatic pieces. ** Dr. Douglas, Bishop of Salisbury, who no less distinguished himself as a citizen of the world, than a sound critic, in detecting several literary mistakes (or rather forgeries) of his countrymen; particularly Lauder on Milton, and Bower's History of the Popes. |