Графични страници
PDF файл
ePub

LXXVII.
The first was with base dunghill rags yclad,
Tainting the gale, in which they Аutter'd light;
Of morbid hue his features, funk and fad :
His hollow eyne Thook forth a sickly. light;
And o'er his lank jaw-bone, in piteous plight,
His black rough beard was matted rank and vile ;
Direful to see! an heart-appalling fight!

Mean-time foul scurf and blotches him defile;}
And dogs, where-e'er he went, still barked all the
while.

LXXVIII.
The other was a fell despightful fiend:
Hell holds none worse in baleful bower below:
By pride, and wit, and rage, and rancor keen’d,
Of man alike, if good or bad, the foe ::
With nose up-türn'd; he always made a shew
As if he smelt fome nauseous scent ; his
Was cold, and keen, like blaft from boreal snow ;

And taunts he casten forth most bitterly.
Such were the twain that off drove this ungodly fry.

LXXIX.
Even fo through Brentford town, a town of mud,
An herd of brily swine is prick'd along;
The filthy beasts, that never chew the cud,
Still grunt, and squeak, and fing their troublous song,
And oft they plunge themselves the mire among :
But ay the ruthless driver goads them on,
And ay of barking dogs the bitter throng

Makes them renew their unmelodious moan ;
Ne ever find they rest from their unresting fone.

eye

[ocr errors]
[merged small][merged small][ocr errors][ocr errors]
[ocr errors][merged small][ocr errors][merged small]

P O E M S

ON

SEVERAL OCCASIONS.

Na 3

[ocr errors]

VE

R S

E S

Occafioned by the

DEATH of Mr AIKMAN, a particular Friends

of the AUTHOR'S.

A

S those we love decay, we die in part,

String after string is fever'd from the heart;
Till loosen'd life, at last, but breathing clay,
Without onė pang is glad to fall away.
Unhappy he, who latest feels the blow,
Whofe

eyes have wept o'er every friend laid low, Dragg’a ling'ring on from partial death to death, Till, dying, all he can resign is breath.

[ocr errors][merged small]

ΤΕΙ

ELL me, thou soul of her I love,

Ah! tell me, whither art thou fied;
To what delightful world above,
Appointed for the happy dead?

II.
Or dost thou, free, at pleasure, roam;

And sometimes share thy lover's woe ;
Where, void of thee, his chearless home

Can now, alas! no comfort know?

[ocr errors]

III.

Oh! if thou hover'st round my walk,

While, under ev'ry well-known tree; I to thy fancy'd shadow talk,

And every tear is full of thee;

IV. Should

« ПредишнаНапред »