Графични страници
PDF файл

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.





N me long absent, long with anguish fraught,

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.


[ocr errors]


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?
Each steady patriot-virtue steers his mind.
Calm, on the beach, while maddening billows rave, 3
He gains philosophy from every wave;
Science, from every object round, he draws ;
From various nature, and from nature's laws.
He lives o’er every past historic age;
He calls forth ethics from the fabled

Him evangelic truth, to thought excites ;
And him, by turns, each classic Muse delights.
With wit well-natur'd; wit, that would disdain
A pleasure rising from another's pain;
Social to all, and most of bliss posseft,

When most he renders all, around him, bleft :
To unread 'Iquires illiterately gay ;
Among the learn'd, as learned full as they ;
With the polite, all, all-accomplish'd eafe,
By nature form’d, without deceit, to please.

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.

[ocr errors]



* D E L I N E A T E D.

[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]


WO sea-port cities mark Britannia's fame,

And these from commerce different honours claim.
What different honours shall the Muses pay,
While one inspires and one untunes the lay?
Now silver Isis brightening flows along,

Echoing from Oxford more each classic song;
Then weds with Tame; and these, O London, see
Swelling with naval pride, the pride of thee !
Wide, deep, unsullied Thames, meandering glides
And bears thy wealth on mild majestic tides.
Thy ships, with gilled palaces that vie,
In glittering pomp, Itrike wondering China's eye;
And thence returning bear, in fplendid state,
To Britain's merchants, India's eastern freight.
India, her treasures from her western shores,
Due at thy feet, a willing tribute pours;
Thy warring navies distant nations awe,
And bad the world obey thy righteous law.
Thus Mine thy manly sons of liberal mind;
Thy change deep-busied, yet as courts refin'd;


[ocr errors]



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.

[ocr errors]


Councils, like fenates, that enforce debate
With fluent eloquence and reason's weight.
Whose patriot virtue, lawless power controls;
Their British emulating Roman souls.
Of these the worthieft still selected stand,

Still lead the senate, and still save the land :
Social, not selfish, here, O Learning, trace
Thy friends, the lovers of all human race !

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


« ПредишнаНапред »