WITH beauty, with pleasure surrounded, to lan guish To weep without knowing the cause of my anguish : To start from short slumbers, and wish for the morn ing To close my dull eyes when I see it returning; Sighs sudden and frequent, looks ever dejectedWords that steal from my tongue, by no meaning connected! Ah! say, fellow-swains, how these symptoms befell me? They smile, but reply not-Sure Delia will tell me! SONG. THYRSIS, when we parted, swore Ere the spring he would return— Ah! what means yon violet flower! And the bud that decks the thorn! 'Twas the lark that upward sprung! 'Twas the nightingale that sung! Idle notes! untimely green! Why this unavailing haste? Western gales and skies serene Speak not always winter past. Cease, my doubts, my fears to move, Spare the honour of my love. AN EPIGRAM. THUS Tophet look'd; so grinn'd the brawling fiend, Whilst frighted prelates bow'd and call'd him friend. Hosannas rung through hell's tremendous borders, IMPROMPTU, SUGGESTED BY A VIEW, IN 1766, of the SEAT AND RUINS OF A DECEASED NOBLEMAN, AT KINGSGATE, KENT. OLD, and abandon'd by each venal friend, On this congenial spot he fix'd his choice; And mariners, though shipwreck'd, dread to land. Here reign the blustering North and blighting East, No tree is heard to whisper, bird to sing; Yet Nature could not furnish out the feast, Here mouldering fanes, and battlements arise, "Ah!" said the sighing peer, "had B-te been true, Nor M-'s, R-'s, B-'s friendship vain, Far better scenes than these had blest our view, 66 And realized the beauties which we feign: Purged by the sword, and purified by fire, Then had we seen proud London's hated walls; |