That whatsoever thing is lost, Nor in her own fond comprehension, And wishing for a place of rest, MORAL. Beware of too sublime a sense The folly of his expectation. TO THE NIGTINGALE, WHICH THE AUTHOR HEARD SING ON NEW-YEAR'S DAY. WHENCE is it, that amazed I hear From yonder withered spray, This foremost morn of all the year, And why, since thousands would be proud Of such a favour shown, Am I selected from the crowd To witness it alone? Sing'st thou, sweet Philomel, to me, Have practised in the groves like thee Or sing'st thou rather under force Thrice welcome the n! for many a long But thee no wintry skies can harm, SONNET. TO WILLIAM WILBERFORCE, ESQ. THY Country, Wilberforce, with just disdain, Thou hast achieved a part; hast gained the ear Of Britain's senate to thy glorious cause; Hope smiles, joy springs, and though cold caution pause And weave delay, the better hour is near That shall remunerate thy toils severe By peace for Afric, fenced with British laws. Enjoy what thou hast won, esteem and love From all the just on earth, and all the blest above. EPIGRA M. PRINTED IN THE NORTHAMPTON MERCURY. To purify their wine s me people bleed Now lambs and negroes both are harmless things TO DR. AUSTIN, OF CECIL-STREET, LONDON. AUSTIN! accept a grateful verse from me Who, giving Mary health, heals my distress. Friend of my friend!* I love thee, tho' unknown, And boldly call thee, being his, my own. SONNET. ADDRESSED TO WILLIAM HALEY, ESQ. HALEY-thy tenderness fraternal shown, • Haley. To Mary and me for her dear sake distressed Such as it is has made my heart thy own, Though heedless now of new engagements grown; For threescore winters make a wintry breast, And I had purposed ne'er to go in quest Of Friendship more, except with God alone; But thou hast won me: nor is God my foe, Who, ere this last afflictive scene began, Sent thee to mitigate the dreadful blow. My brother, by whose sympathy I know Thy true deserts infallibly to scan, Not more t'admire the bard than love the mau. CATHARINA. On her Marriage to George Courtnay, Esq. BELIEVE it or not as you choose, I did but express a desire To see Catharina at home, At the side of my friend George's fire, Such prophecy some may despise, And therefore attains to its end. Maria" would leave us, I knew, Lady Throckmorton But less to our grief, could we view And therefore this union of hands No danger of wishing in vain,- SONNET. TO GEORGE ROMNEY, ESQ. On his picture of me in crayons, drawn at Eartham in the 61st year of my age, and in the months of August and September, 1792 ROMNEY expert, infallibly to trace On chart or canvass, not the form alone And semblance, but, however faintly shown, The mind's impression too on every faceWith strokes that time ought never to erase, Thou hast so penciled mine, that though I own The subject worthless, I have never known The artist shining with superior grace. But this I mark-that symptons none of wo In thy incomparable work appear. Well I am satisfied it should be so, Since, on maturer thought, the cause is clear For in my looks what sorrow couldst thou see When I was Haley's guest, and sat to thee? |