FANNY FAIR. To Fanny fair could I impart She knows her power is all deceit, And wounds with ev'ry touch. At first when I beheld the fair, But as I would approach more near, Th' inchanting sight, the sweet surprise, One cruel look from those bright eyes [From the Tea Table Miscellany. Burns in his first letter to George Thomson, calls it insipid stuff and a disgrace to a collection of songs.' The Editor had great misgivings after such an opinion from such a man as Burns whether he should insert it--but as the poet says in his Dream: There's mony waur been o' the race, so he thought proper here to admit it.] DELIA. GEORGE LORD LYTTELTON. Born 1709-Died 1773. When Delia on the plain appears, Whene'er she speaks, my ravish'd ear If she some other youth commend, Though I was once his fondest friend, His instant enemy I prove: Tell me, my heart, if this be love? When she is absent, I no more When, fond of power, of beauty vain, MYRA. GEORGE LORD LYTTELTON. Say, Myra, why is gentle love Is it, because you fear to share Alas! by some degree of woe We every bliss must gain: The heart can ne'er a transport know, THE HEAVY HOURS ARE ALMOST PASS'D. GEORGE LORD LYTTELTON. The heavy hours are almost pass'd But how, my Delia, will you meet Will you in every look declare Thus, Delia, thus I paint the scene, But if the dream that soothes my mind All I of Venus ask, is this: But grant me here the flattering bliss Yes, I'm in love, I feel it now, And yet I swear I can't tell how The pleasing plague stole on me. "Tis not her face that love creates, 'Tis not her shape, for there the fates, 'Tis not her air, for sure in that There's nothing more than common, Like any other woman. Her voice, her touch might give th' alarm, In short, 'twas that provoking charm [William Whitehead succeeded Colley Cibber as Poet Laureat. poems, and his name are now sinking into obscurity.] His STELLA. DR. JOHNSON. Born 1709-Died 1784. Not the soft sighs of vernal gales, |