TO WILLIAM HAYLEY, ESQ. DEAR architect of fine CHATEAUX in air, Oh for permission from the skies to share, But I am bankrupt now; and doomed henceforth Nor did you kill that you might eat For him, though chased with furious heat, Nor was he of the thievish sort, My dog! what remedy remains, I see you, after all my pains, BEAU'S REPLY SIR, when I flew to seize the bird You cried "Forbear!"--but in my breast ANSWER TO STANZAS ADDRESSED TO LADY HESKETH BY MISS CATHARINE FANSHAWE, WHO, WHEN FORBIDDEN TO TAKE A COPY OF A POEM BY COWPER, HAD LEARNT IT BY HEART To be remembered thus is fame, So Homer, in the memory stored Was once preserved—a richer hoard, TO A LADY WHO WORE A LOCK OF HIS HAIR SET WITH DIAMONDS. THE star that beams on Anna's breast 'Twas lately severed from the rest The heart that beats beneath that breast Is William's well I know, A nobler prize and richer far She thus his favoured lock prefers The ornament indeed is hers, ON A LETTER OF MISS FANSHAWE HER pen drops eloquence as sweet Her want of Latin or of Greek. TO THE SPANISH ADMIRAL COUNT GRAVINA ON HIS TRANSLATING THE AUTHOR'S SONG ON A ROSE INTO ITALIAN VERSE My rose, Gravina, blooms anew; ON FLAXMAN'S PENELOPE THE suitors sinned, but with a fair excuse, ON RECEIVING HEYNE'S VIRGIL FROM MR. HAYLEY I SHOULD have deemed it once an effort vain IN A TIME OF GREAT HEAT TO HAYLEY AH! brother Poet, send me of your shade, EPIGRAMS ON HIS GARDEN-SHED I BEWARE of building! I intended Rough logs and thatch, and thus it ended. |