ORIGINAL POETRY. HORACE IN LONDON. BOOK II. ODE XVIII. Non ebur, neque aureum &c. SAGE elephant, thou'rt safe, I hold My stucco is of Gallic grey, One convex mirror shines on me; Unbent by heaps of sordid gain, No plunder'd heirs my fraud bemoan; I bear no golden fleece from Spain, Yet honour and the lib'ral arts, Thro' life's low vale I take my way, From wealthy friends no wealth I borrow, Content to see the passing day So us'd as not to mar the morrow. In earth our splendour to enshrine, And ruddy Labour ploughs the soil. Ye monarchs, doom'd at last to die, BOOK I. ODE XXVI. Musis amicus, tristitiam et metus &c. J. BELOV'D by the Nine, I leave care till to-morrow, And cull pleasure's roses, while yet in their bloom; The winds that blow round me shall dissipate sorrow, And bear the blue devils to Pharoah's red tomb. Thy emperor, Gaul, may astonish the nations, Then marry, the better to reap it at home. Ye Muses, who bathe in clear fountains, and dwell in Oh! aid me to sing of my favourite Ellen, Come, weave me a chaplet to deck her straw bonnet, Tho' small the applause that your labour secures, For sure, if there's faith in my sight or my sonnet, Her roses and lilies are brighter than yours. J. THE GENTIANELLA. WHEN glows at noon the solar beam, So when maternal fondness seeks But if, or wintry blast alarms, Or cold and cheerless be the night, Shrinking, thou foldest up thy charms, Impervious to the longing sight. So when, alas! by Fashion led No soft maternal feelings move, The little cherub drops its head, And sickens at a hireling's love. Instructive flower! thy beauty's flame, Those beauties clos'd as 'twere in scorn, Proclaim-"the shade which follows fame, But leaves to weep the wretch forlorn." Yet be it thine, when social mirth Sweet flower, like thee when droops the heart, J. C. WRITTEN IN A BLANK LEAF OF CAMPBELL'S PLEASURES OF HOPE. 1. How hard the slave's imperious lot, 2. The hardy seaman ploughs the wave, 3. The lover doom'd by fate to part JOHN ADAMSON. |