Be damned he that dare not, For my part, I'll spare not To beauty afflicted a tribute to give. Fill it up steadily, Drink it off readily Here's to the Princess, and long may she live! And since we must not set Auld Reekie in glory, And make her brown visage as light as her heart; Till each man illumine his own upper story, Nor law-book nor lawyer shall force us to part. In Grenville and Spencer, And some few good men, sir, High talents we honour, slight difference forgive; But the Brewer we'll hoax, Tallyho to the Fox, And drink Melville forever, as long as we live! HUNTING SONG 1808 WAKEN, lords and ladies gay, On the mountain dawns the day, All the jolly chase is here, With hawk and horse and hunting-spear! Hounds are in their couples yelling, Hawks are whistling, horns are knelling, Merrily, merrily, mingle they, 'Waken, lords and ladies gay.' Waken, lords and ladies gay, The mist has left the mountain grey, Waken, lords and ladies gay, We can show the marks he made, When 'gainst the oak his antlers frayed; You shall see him brought to bay, 'Waken, lords and ladies gay.' Louder, louder chant the lay, Waken, lords and ladies gay! Time, stern huntsman, who can balk, Think of this and rise with day, Gentle lords and ladies gay. SONG 1808 O, SAY not, my love, with that mortified air, Though April his temples may wreathe with the vine, Its tendrils in infancy curled, 'Tis the ardour of August matures us the wine Whose life-blood enlivens the world. Though thy form that was fashioned as light as a fay's Has assumed a proportion more round, And thy glance that was bright as a falcon's at gaze Looks soberly now on the ground, Enough, after absence to meet me again Enough, that those dear sober glances retain THE RESOLVE WRITTEN IN IMITATION OF AN OLD ENGLISH POEM, 1809 My wayward fate I needs must plain, I loved and was beloved again, Yet all was but a dream: For, as her love was quickly got, So it was quickly gone; No more I'll bask in flame so hot, But coldly dwell alone. Not maid more bright than maid was e'er My fancy shall beguile, By flattering word or feigned tear, By gesture, look, or smile: No more I'll call the shaft fair shot, Till it has fairly flown, Nor scorch me at a flame so hot I'll rather freeze alone. Each ambushed Cupid I'll defy In cheek or chin or brow, And deem the glance of woman's eye As weak as woman's vow: |