The mother-bird is gone to sea As she had changed her kind; But goes the male? Far wiser he Is doubtless left behind. No; soon as from ashore he saw Then perching at his consort's side The seaman with sincere delight For seamen much believe in signs, Hail, honoured land! a desert where Whom nothing could divide. And ye who, rather than resign Were not afraid to plough the brine In company with man; For whose lean country much disdain Be it your fortune, year by year, 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, And did the few like her the same, 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. |