**** {*}*{*}*{*}***} VERSE S WRITTEN UPON A IN A MEADOW TO NEAR RICHMOND FERRY, BELONGING RICHARD OWEN CAMBRIDGE, ESQ. SEPT. MDCCLX. Yguard from harm thefe favour'd boughs; To Ye blue-eyed Naiads of the ftream, That foothe the warm poetic dream; Ye elves and sprights, that thronging round, Your fairy fports and revels hold, From reverend Thames's oozy bed, From thefe mofs'd elms, where prison'd deep, O banish from this peaceful plain A line of Mr. Mafon's. The The ftubborn heart, that fcorns to bow, The fop, who wounds the virgin's ear The dame, who, proud of virtue's praise, And, confcious of unclouded fame, Who hear, unmov'd, the orphan's cry, The tear that fwells the widow's eye; At others blifs whofe cheek ne'er glows, And guard from fuch this hallow'd ground! 1 Hearts pair'd in heaven, not meanly fold, And welcome thrice, and thrice again, Still tread where virtue marks the way; Whofe fouls no thought, whose hands have known Each pang that wrings another's heart: Green be the turf, and fresh the flowers! Who loves the Mufe is Virtue's friend. Such then alone may venture here, The whole extent of human race; SONG. SWEET WEET are the banks, when fpring perfumes Fragrant the violet, as it blooms, And fweet the bloffoms after showers. Sweet is the foft, the funny breeze, That fans the golden orange-grove; But oh! how sweeter far than thefe Ye rofes! blushing in your beds, That with your odours scent the air; Ye lilies chafte! with filver heads No more I court your balmy sweets; Her tempting eyes my gaze inclin'd, Their pleafing leffon firft I caught; Her fenfe, her friendship next confin'd The willing pupil fhe had taught. Should fortune, ftooping from her sky, Conduct me to her bright alcove ; Yet, like the turtle, I fhould die, Denied the kifs of her I love. The GENIUS OF BRITAIN. AN I AMBICO DE. WRITTEN IN MDCCLVI. AS S late o'er Britain's chalky coasts The Genius of the island flew, Inglorious balking in his view, Quick flash'd the lightning of his spear Which blasted France on Crefly's field, And on his shonlders spread the shield, Soon as he cast his eyes below, Deep heav'd the fympathetic figh, Sudden the tears of anguish flow, For fore he felt th' indignity; Discordant paffions shook his heavenly frame, Now Horrors damp, now Indignations flame. Ah! |