DIRGE, Over the Grave of an old Friend, WRITTEN IN OCTOBER, 1807. Be hush'd ye winds that scatter wide The tears that tell a nation's woe, O ye of independent mind, From pride and sordid passions free, Of spirit gentle, meek, resign'd, Weep here for such a one was he! Ye whom misfortune, want, and pain, Thro' life's sad vale of tears attend; Who seek for pity, oft in vain, Weep here for you have lost a friend. A nobler soul did ne'er depart Ne'er glow'd within a Briton's breast. Betoken'd his eternal morn. Y. EPITAPH ON HOMER. FROM THE GREEK OF ALCÆUS OF MESSENÉ. THE visionary dream of life is o'er, The Muses' star, and Graces' offspring sleeps. REV. R. BLAND. STANZAS To my Friends, Mr. and Mrs. Charles Symmons, on the Anniversary of their Wedding Day. WELL may the wretches who complain, The fated hour, when hands alone, The torch of Hymen soon expires Than those which feed the lamp of love: Of much-offended Heaven the conscious fear. Bless'd pair, whom, side by side, No jarring interests divide; No painful shackles gall or bind, But wreaths like those with which the loves Yoke to their mother's car the doves United only, not confin'd. Around your happy pillow glows, R. FENTON, ESQ. SONG. PRITHEE, Sweet fair one, why so coy, Beauty like thine was form'd for joy, And mirth and gentleness should fill thy train, "Tis nobler far to build than to destroy. Tune then thy heart to gentle love, With smiles my fondest vows receive, Each anxious care shall far remove, To love and mutual joys alone we'll live, Joys only heav'nly charms like thine can give, Joys only constant hearts like mine can prove. 1777. THE ISRAELITE IN LOVE. A SONG. OF my moniesh I make cent per cent, She is brighter than silver or gold, She is fairer than any Bank note; When first I her charms did behold, My moniesh I almost forgot. Since without her I scarcely can live, If she would but consent to my wish Alas! there's no end to my woe; To 'Change Alley, to end all my care. Cambridge, 1796. B. |