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Thus may thy son his pangs with mine compare; Then wish his mother had been kind as fair. For him may Love the myrtle wreath entwine; Though the sad willow suits a woe like mine! Ne’er may the filial hope, like me, complain! Ah! never figh and bleed, like me, in vain !- 140
When death affords that peace which love denies, Ah, no!-far other scenes my fate fupplies; When earth to earth my lifeless corse is laid, And o’er it hangs the yew or cypress shade : When pale I flit along the dreary coast, An helpless lover's pining plaintive ghoft; Here annual on this dear returning day, While feather'd choirs renew the melting lay; May you, my fair, when you these strains shall see, Juft spare one figh, one tear, to love and me, 15 Me, who, in absence or in death, adore Those heavenly charms I must behold no more.
JOHN POWELL, ESQ.
BARRISTER AT LAW.
In me, though filence long has deadend thought, Yet
memory lives, and calls the Muse's aid, To snatch our friendship from oblivion's shade.
As soon the fun shall cease the world to warm,
S As soon Llannelly's * Fair that world to charm, As grateful sense of goodness, true like thine, Shall e'er desert a breast so warm as mine.
When imag'd Cambria strikes my memory's eye, (Cambria, my darling scene !) I, fighing, cry Where is
Powell ? dear associate!-where? To him I would unbosom every care ; To him, who early felt, from beauty, pain ; Gall'd in a plighted, faithless virgin's chain. At length, from her ungenerous fetters, freed, Again he loves ! he woos ! his hopes succeed ! But the gay bridegroom, still by fortune croft, Is, instant, in the weeping widower loft. Her, his sole joy! her from his bosom torn, What feeling heart, but learns, like his, to mourn : 20 Can nature then, such sudden shocks, sustain? Nature thus struck, all reason pleads in vain ! Though late, from reason yet he draws relief, Dwells on her memory; but dispels his grief. Love, wealth, and fame (tyrannic paffions all!) 23 No more enflame him, and no more enthral. He seeks no more, in Rufus' hall, renown; Nor envies Pelf the jargon of the gown; But pleas'd with competence, on rural plains, His wisdom courts that ease his worth obtains.
30 Would private jars, which sudden rise, encrease ? His candour smiles all discord into peace.
• Mrs Bridget Jones.
To party storms is public weal resign'd?
50 Thus shines thy youth ; and thus my friend, elate In bliss as well as worth, is truly great. Me still should ruthless fate, unjust, expose Beneath those clouds, that rain unnumber'd woes; Me, to some nobler sphere, should fortune raise,
53 To wealth confpicious, and to laureld praise ; Unalter'd yet be love and friendship mine ; I still am Chloe's, and I still am thine.
LONDON AND BRISTOL
* D E L I N E A T E D.
WO sea-port cities mark Britannia's fame,
And these from commerce different honours claim.
The author preferr'd this title to that of LONDON AND BRISTOL COMPARED ; which, when he began the piece, he intended to prefix to it.
Councils, like fenates, that enforce debate
In a dark bottom sunk, O Bristol now, With native malice, lift thy lowering brow! Then as some hell-born sprite in mortal guise, Borrows the shape of goodness and belies, All fair, all smug, to yon proud hall invite, To feast all strangers ape an air polite ! From Cambria drain’d, or England's western coast, 35 Not elegant, yet costly banquets boast ! Revere, or seem the stranger to revere; Praise, fawn, profess, be all things but sincere ; Insidious now, our bofoin-secrets steal, And these with ly sarcastic (neer reveal.
40 Present we meet thy sneaking treacherous smiles ; The harmless absent still thy sneer reviles; Such as in thee all parts superior find, The sneer that marks the fool and knave combin'd; When melting pity would afford relief,
45 The ruthless sneer that insult adds to grief. What friendthip canst thou boast? what honours claim? To thee each stranger owes an injur'd name. What smiles thy fons must in their foes excite! Thy fons, to whom all discord is delight; 50