III. December perhaps has purloin'd Her rich tho' fantastical geer; With envy the months may have join'd, Some shepherds, 'tis true, may repine ON SIR W-B-T's RBIRTH DAY. DOES true Felicty on Grandeur wait? He that is just, benevolent, humane, In conscious rectitude supremely blest, O'er the glad hearts of multitudes shall reign, Tho' the gay star ne'er blaz'd upon his breast. Ye happy Children of the hoary North! Hail the glad day that saw your patron born, Whose private virtues and whose public worth Might the rich seats of Royalty adorn. ON SEEING J. CFT, ESQ. ABUSED IN A NEWSPAPER. Busy, pert, unmeaning parrot! Co---and in your Grub-street garret Pity, too, the meddling sinner Sould for hunger hang or drown; FX, (he must not want a dinner) Send the scribbler half a crown. ON THE DEATH OF LORD GRANBY. FOR private loss the lenient tear may flow, This sudden stroke ('twas like the lightning's blast) Blight, we are told, respects the conqueror's tree, MR. ON THE DEATH OF OF SUNDERLAND. Go, breath of Sorrow---go, attending Sighs, Where shall the poor a friendly patron find? So gracious---good---so tenderly humane? Yes---there survives his darling offspring---young, Yet in the paths of Virtue steady---sure: 'Twas the last lesson from his parent's tongue, "Think, (O remember!) think upon my poor." F ON THE DEATH OF MRS. SLEIGH OF STOCKTON. MUCH lov'd, much honour'd, much lamented Sleigh! ON A VERY YOUNG LADY. SEE how the buds and blossoms shoot! How fragrant when its beauty blows If in the morning of her years A lustre so intense appears, When time shall point her nocntide rays, SENT WITH A CHOICE COLLECTION OF BOOKS. THO', gentle Youth! thy calm untainted mind Then in the morn of placid life be wise; ON SEEING W. R. CHETWOOD CHEERFUL IN A PRISON. I. SAY, lov'd Content---fair Goddess! say, Where shall I seek thy soft retreat, Or trace thy secret way? 11: Love pointed out a pleasing scene, Where nought but beauty could be found, With roses and with myrtles crown'd, And nam'd thee for its queen. |