AN ELEGY ON THE GLORY OF HER SEX, MRS. MARY BLAIZE. Good people all, with one accord, The needy seldom pass'd her door, She strove the neighbourhood to please, At church, in silks and satins new, Her love was sought, I do aver, By twenty beaux and more; But now her wealth and finery fled, The doctors found, when she was dead,— Let us lament, in sorrow sore, That, had she lived a twelvemonth more,- ON A BEAUTIFUL YOUTH, STRUCK BLIND BY LIGHTNING. IMITATED FROM THE SPANISH. SURE 'twas by Providence design'd, THE GIFT. ΤΟ IRIS, IN BOW-STREET, COVENT-GARDEN. SAY, cruel Iris, pretty rake, Dear mercenary beauty, What annual offering shall I make Expressive of my duty? My heart, a victim to thine eyes, A bill, a jewel, watch, or toy, I'll give but not the full-blown rose, I'll give thee something yet unpaid, I'll give thee-ah! too charming maid, STANZAS ON WOMAN. WHEN lovely woman stoops to folly, The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, LINES INSERTED IN THE MORNING CHRONICLE OF E'EN have you seen, bathed in the morning dew, It shrinks, and scarcely trusts the blaze of day. So soft, so delicate, so sweet she came, Felt the fond pang, and droop'd with passion weak. SONG. INTENDED TO HAVE BEEN SUNG IN THE COMEDY OF "SHE STOOPS TO CONQUER." АH me! when shall I marry me? But I will rally and combat the ruiner: Not a look, not a smile shall my passion discover; She, that gives all to the false one pursuing her, Makes but a penitent, and loses a lover. SONG. WEEPING, murmuring, complaining, Myra, too sincere for feigning, Fears the' approaching bridal night. Yet why impair thy bright perfection! |