ΤΟ MISS C, ON HER BIRTH DAY. [1786.] How many between east and west, Disgrace their parent earth, Whose deeds constrain us to detest The day that gave them birth! Revolving months restore, We can rejoice that she was born, GRATITUDE. ADDRESSED TO LADY HESKETH. [1786.] THIS cap, that so stately appears, With ribbon-bound tassel on high, Which seems by the crest that it rears This cap to my cousin I owe, She gave it, and gave me beside, Wreath'd into an elegant bow, The ribbon with which it is tied. This wheel-footed studying chair, Bright-studded to dazzle the eyes, In which, or astronomy lies, Fair Cassiopeïa sat: These carpets, so soft to the foot, Oh spare them, ye knights of the boot, Escap'd from a cross-country ride! This table and mirror within, Secure from collision and dust, At which I oft shave cheek and chin, This moveable structure of shelves, For its beauty admired and its use, And charged with octavos and twelves, Where, flaming in scarlet and gold, And hope, in due time, to behold This china, that decks the alcove, But what the gods call it above, Has ne'er been reveal'd to us as yet: These curtains, that keep the room warm Or cool as the season demands, Those stoves that for pattern and form, Seem the labour of Mulciber's hands. All these are not half that I owe To One, from our earliest youth To me ever ready to show Benignity, friendship, and truth; For time, the destroyer declar'd And foe of our perishing kind, If even her face he has spar'd, Much less could he alter her mind. Thus compass'd about with the goods I indulge my poctical moods In many such fancies as these; And fancies I fear they will seem-- Poets' goods are not often so fine; The poets will swear that I dream, When I sing of the splendour of mine. THE FLATTING-MILL. AN ILLUSTRATION. WHEN a bar of pure silver or ingot of gold Thus tortur'd and squeez'd, at last it appears Like a loose heap of ribbon, a glittering show, Like music it tinkles and rings in your ears, And warm'd by the pressure is all in a glow. This process achiev'd, it is doom'd to sustain |