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HITCHEN CONVENT...TO A YOUNG LADY.
297 « Ah me! I fear in borrow'd shape
To Change the China trader speeds his pace, Thou com'sı, a base deceiver;
Nor heeds the chilly North's unripening dames; Perhaps the devil, to tempt the faith
'Tis her's with twinkling eyes, and lengthen' Of orthodox believer.
face, “ For once my hand, at masquerade,
And pigmy foot, to wake forgotten flames. A rererend friar prest;
She oft, in likeness of th' Egyptia, Crone, His form as thine, but holier sounds
Too well inform'd, relates to wand'ring swains The ravish'd saint addrest.
Their amorous plaints preferr'd to her alone:
Her own relentless breast too well explains, “ He told me vows no more were made To senseless stone and wood,
See, at the minor's hospitable board But adoration paid alone
Enters a sire, by infant age rerer'd ; To saints of flesh and blood,
From shorten'd tube exhaling fumes afford
The incense bland that clouds his forky beard. " That rosy cheeks, and radiant eyes, And tresses like the morn,
Conundrums quaint, and puns of jocund kind, Were given to bless the present age,
With rural ditties, warm th'elated 'squire, And light the age unborn:
Yet oft sensations quicken in his mind,
Other than ale and jocund puns inspire. “ That maids, by whose obdurate priile The hapless lover fell,
The forms there bloated Dropsy holds her seat, Were doom'd to never-dying toils
He views, unconscious of magicians' guiles, Of leading apes in Hell.
Nor decms a jaundic'd visage lov'd retreat
Of graces, young desires, and dimpled smiles, « • Respect the first command,' (he cried,) • It's sacred laus fulfil,
Now o'er the portal of an antique hall And well observe the precept given
A Grecian form the raptur'd patriot awes, To Moses,-Do not kill.'
The hoary bust and brow severe recall
Lycurgus, founder of majestic laws. “ Thus spoke, ah yet I hear him speak!
Awhile entranc'd, he dreams of old renown,
And freedom's triumph in Platean fields,
Then turns-relaxing sees the furrow'd frown,
To melting airs the softeu'd marble yields.
I see the lips as breathing life, he cries,
On icy cheeks carnation blooms display'd, In sense, and beauty's ray,
The pensive orbs are pleasure-beaming eyes
And Sparta's lawgiver a blusining maid.
Stiff, melancholy, pale, a spectre stands,
Some love-lorn virgin's shade-0! injur'd truth,
Deserted phantom, and ye plighted hands,
He scarce had utter'd-from his frantic gaze Powerful is beauty, when to mortal seats The vision fades-succeeds a flood of light, From Heaven descends the heaven-created | O friendly shadows, vcil him, as the blaze good,
Of beauty's sun emerging from the night. When fancy's glance the fairy phantom meets, Here end thy triumphs, nymph of potent charins, Nymph of the shade, or Naiad of the flood.
The laurel'd bard is Heaven's immortal care; So blooms Celena, daughter of the skies, Him nor illusion's spell nor philter harms,
Queen of the joys romantic rapture dreanis, Nor music floating on the magic air. Her cheeks are summer's damask rose, her eyes The myrtle wand this arın imperial bears, Steal their quick lustre from the morning's
Reluctant ghosts and stubborn elves obey : beams.
Its virtuous touch the midnight fairy fears,
And shapes that wanton in Aurora's ray.
I ceas'd; the virgin came in native grace,
With native smiles that strengthen beauty's Man, hapless man, in vain destruction flies, My laureld head and inyrtle wand are vain.
With wily arts th' enchantress nymph pursues; Again wild raptures, kindling passions rise, To varying forms, as varying lovers rise,
As once in Andover's autumnal grove, Shifts the bright Iris of a thousand hues.
When looks that spoke, and eloquence of sighs, Behold th' austere divine, opprest by years, Told the soft mandate of another's love,
Colics, and bulk, and tithes engend'red care;
TO AN ACCOMPLISHED LADY. Sudden she comes a Deborah bright in arms,
IN THE MANNER OF WALLER. Or wears the pastoral Rachel's ancient mien; And now, a- glow gay-flushing eastern charms, O NYMPI! than blest Pandora honour'd more,
He sighs like David's son for Sheba's queen. What gods to grace thee lavish all their store!
A VERY GOOD ACIR ESS.
ON HER MARRIAGE.
We see thy form in awful beanty move,
TO LADY -
Light airs, and the raptures of youth ;
Yet listen to one sober song ;
O listen, fair Stella, to truth.
Farewell to the triumphs of beauty, ADDRESS TO THE THAMES. To the soft serenade at your bower,
To the lover's idolatrous duty,
To his vigils in midnight's still hour.
To your frowns darting amorous anguish,
To your smiles chasing every care, Courted by worlds in other oceans found:
To the power of your eyes lively languish,
To each glance waking hope or despair.
Farewell to soft bards, that in Heaven
Dipt the pencil to picture your praise,
Or Cooper's mountain, by the Muses crown'd, With morning's gay opening rays :
A Naiad new sprung from the flood,
Nor to Bushy's soft echoes shall name you
Bright Dian, the queen of the wood. Nor yet because thy current loves
Farewell to love's various season, The haunt of academic groves ;
Smiling days hung with tenipests and night; And still with ling'ring fond delay
But welcome the reign of fair reason, Through Egham's vales delights to stray,
0! welcome securer delight. Once scene of freedom's claims, heroic cares :
But hail thee, Thames ! while o'er thy meads 0! welcome, in nature's own dress,
Purest pleasures of gentler kind;
Be a goddess indeed, while you borrow
To gild the wan aspect of sorrow,
To cheer the meek eyes of the poor.
When your virtues shall mix with the skies,
When your beauty, bright phenix, decayss
In your image new graces shall rise, DEADING JULIA WITH TEARS, DURING A HARD FROST And enlighten posterity's days. What, though descending as the dews of mom,
Future ages shall trace every air ; On misery's sighs your tear of virtue waits;
Every virtue deriv'd to your blood Forget the fallen Julia ! you were born
Shall remember that Stella was fair, For heart-expanding joys and smiling fates.
Shall remember that Stella was good. To sooth with social pleasures human cares,
To call the Muse to Thames' frozen glades,
No gandy Rubens ever dare
With flaunting genius, rosy loves, Amid the flowers that crown the fair repast
To crowd the scene, in sunshine's glare, A flower yourself, the fairest of the feast.
Exposing her the Muse approves. There the great Giver for his bounties given Let, chaste Poussin, thy shaded stream Your grateful consort blessing, blesses too
Reflect her pensive, tender air; The sweet dispenser of the gifts of Heaven,
Let evening veil with sober beam, In wonder's silent prayer he blesses you :
In bashful night the bashful fair, Your infants there reflecting round the board,
Maternal graces while bis eye approves ; One tear to rapture gire!--tben sit ador'd
The gentle mother of the smiles and lores.
" See Milton's Paradise Lost, Book v. from line 303.
Not once conceives that Sun to rise
With kinder, brighter ray, WRITTEN AFTER PASSING
Nor sonthern vales, Hesperian skies, SEX, 1768. ADDRESSED TO THE REV. MR. WOOD
To bask in smiling day. DESON,' OF KINGSTON UPON THAMES.
As weak my thoughts respecting thee a WOODDESON! these eyes have seen thy natal
Must thou, my better sun, earth;
Because but smiling cold on me,
Be therefore warm to none ?
MILTON Or count unnumber'd fleeces on thy plain :
The bird of midnight swell'd her throat, The Muses lov'd and nurs'd thee for their The virgins listen'd round own !
To sorrow's deeply-warbled note,
To sweet but soleinn sound : And twind thy temples here with wreaths of worth,
[morn, When soon the lark ascending high,
To stretch the blessing to an age unborn: One pensive virgin stay'd.
The flutter of the gayer wing
If science smile not with a ray from Heaven ? Witness yon ruins, Arundel's high tower,
TO A YOUNG LADY, And Bramber, now the bird of night's resort ! Your proud possessors reign’d in barbarous WHO OBJECTED TO SUP WITUI A PARTY OF BOTH power ;
SEXES THAT MET AT A COFFEE-HOUSE. The war their business, and the chase their far from Caroline, so soft a maid, sport ;
Be cruel coyness, pride, and cold disdain ! Till there a minstrel, to the feast preferr'd, Who now of man, the monster man, afraid, With Cambrian harp, in Gothic numbers Flies the gay circle of the social train.
charm'd, Enlighten'd chiefs grew virtuous as they heard- Away vain fears ! away suspicious dreams, - The sun of science in its morning warm'd. From beauty, virtue, tenderness, and truth';
From eyes that dawn with wisdom's mildest How glorious, when it blaz'd in Milton's light,
beams, And Shakespear's fame, to full meridian day! From harmless smiles that wait on gentle youth, Yet smile, fair beam ! though sloping from that height,
Far other years and other nymphs befit
The prudish form, and high forbidding brow :
With nymphs less innocent, less fair than thou :
With her, whose youth, of virtue's mild control
Impatient, rush'd on wanton wild desires ; The simple swain, where Zembla's snows
Now prayer or scandal cheers the gloomy soul Are bound in frozen chains,
That pines in secret with forbidden fires : Where scarce a smile the Sun bestows
Or her that triumph'd in her lover's sighs, To warm the sullen plains;
As round their brows the willow garlands bend; The author of these poems had been edu- She now dejected, now deserted lies,
Without a lover, and without a friend! cated under this gentleman, for whom he ever retained the most affectionate regard. Mr. Wood- Another fate is youthful virtue's share: deson was, in truth, one of those amiable beings Come with the graces, gentle maid, along; whom none could know without loving.-To the Come, fairest thou among the young and fair, abilities of an excellent scholar was united a To lead the dance, or join the virgins' song, mind so candid, so patient, so replete with uni- Come listen to the tale that youths complain, versal benevolence, that it glowed in every To thousand tows, in amorous sighs addrest; action. His life was an honour to himself, to religion, to human nature.--He preserved to his Propitious listen to the rapturd strain.
When chaste majestic passions swell the breast. death such a simplicity of manners as is rarely to be met with. He judged of the world by the Too long exterior charms of radiant eyes, standard of his own virtuous heart; and few men And blushing cheeks, the captive sense control; who had seen such length of days ever left it so Thy forms, fair harmony, too long we prize, little acquainted with it.
Forget the fairer, more barmonious soul.
Too long the lovers for an empty fair
Who devour'd in their reach, all the fruit they At heedless ease inglorious arts advance;
could meet, Enough for them to deck the flowing hair, The good, bad, indifferent, the bitter and sweet: Or flutter gaudy with ihe pride of France. But Garrick climb'd bigh to a plentiful crop, From worth with beauty pobler lessons taught,
Then, Hearens! what vagaries he play'd on the Each youth that languishes, his flame shall prove | How, now on the loose twigs, and now on the
[tight, By generous action or heroic thought,
He stood on his head, and then bolted upright! And merit fame by arts that merit love.
All features, all shapes, and all passions he tried; Shall once again the Grecian lyre be strung, He danc'd, ani be strutted, be laugh'd, and he Restoring Hymen's mild Arcadian reign?
[side! Shall patriot eloquence instruct, the tongue, He presented his face, and he show'd his backAnd spoils be gather'd from the martial plain? The noble, the vulgar, flock'd round him to see O! far unlike to such celestial flame
What feats he perform'd in the mulberry-tree: The passion kindled from impure desires;
He repeated the pastime, then open'd to speak, Fatal to friends, to fortune, and to fame,
But Johnson below mutter'd strophes of Greek, The momentary flash in night expires.
While Garrick proclaim'd-such a plant never
grew, Love's lambent fire that beams from virtue's rays, s, foster'd by sun-shine, by soil, and by dew, Each sordid passion as it burns, refind,
The palm-trees of Delos, Phænicia's sweet Still bright and brighter with benignant blaze
grove, Embraces friends, a country, humankind.
Phe oaks of Dylona, though ballow'd by Jove,
With all that antiquity shows to surpass us,
[laid, WITA bridal cake beneath her head,
Yot the beeches of Mantua, where Tityrus was As Jenny prest her pillow,
Not all Vallombrosa produc'd such a shade, She dreamt that lovers, thick as hops,
That the myrtles of France, like the birch of Hung pendent from the willow.
the schools, Around her spectres shook their chains,
Were fit only for rods to whip genius to rules ; And goblins kept their station ;
That to Stratford's old mulberry, fairest and They pull'd, they pinch'd her, till she swore
best, To spare the male creation.
The cedars of Eden must bow their prond crest:
Then the fruit-like the loaf in the Tub's pleaBefore her now the buck, the beau,
(aleThe squire, the captain trips;
That was fish, flesh, and custard, good claret, and The modest seiz'd her hand to kiss,
It compris'd every flavour, was all, and was each, The forward seiz'd her lips.
Was grape, and was pine-apple, nectarine and For some she felt her bosom pant,
(told, For some she felt it smart;
Nay, he swore, and his audience belier'd wbat he To all she gave enchanting smiles,
That under his touch it grew apples of gold.To one she gave her heart.
Now he paus'd !--then recounted its virtues
again She dreamt-(for magic charms prevail'd,
'Twas a woord for all use, bottom, top, bark, and And fancy play'd her farce on)
It would saw inti) seats for an audience in full pits, That, soft reclin'd in elbow-chair,
luto benches for indges, episcopal pulpits; She kist a sleeping parson.
Into chairs for pluilosophers, thrones tuo for kings, She dreamt-but, О rash Muse! forbear, Serre the highest of purposes, lowest of things; Nor virgins dreams pursue ;
Make brooms to mount witches, make May-poles Yet blest above the gods is he
for May-days, W'ho proves such visions true.
And boxes, and ink-stands, for wits and the la.
llis speech plcasid the vulgar, it pleas'd their THE MULBERRY TREE.
[riors A TALE.
By Johnson stopt short, --who his mighty poste.
diplied to the irurk-like a Sampson, his haunFor London's rich city, two Staffordshire swains,
[and shook branches ! light Johnson, biglit Garrick, forsaking their | Shook the roots, sho'k the summit, shook stem, plains,
[by his tomb Al was tremour and shock!--now descended in Reach'd Shakespeare's own Stratford, where flows
[blighted fiowers! An Avon, as proudly as Tyber by Rome. Wither'd leaves, wither'd limbs, brighted fruits, Now Garrick, (sweet imp too of Nature was he,) | The fragments drew critics, bards, players along, Would climb and would eat from his mulberry- Wroheld by weak branches, and let go the strong; tree;
E'en Garrick had diopt with a bough that was Yet as Johnson, less frolic, was taller, was older,
roiten, He reach'd the first boughs by the help of his But he leapt to a sound, and the slip was forshoulder;
gotten. Where, shelter'd from famine, from bailiffs, and Now the plant's close recesses lay open to day, Pards, critics, and playerssat crowded together While Johnson exclajı'd, ștalking stately away,
ultere's rubbish enough, till my homeward return, O! mild as the Zephyr, like Zephyr that throws For children to gather, old women to burn ;
Its sweets on the sweet-breathing May; Not practis'd to labour, my sides are too sore,
But not on the lap of cold winter bestows, Till another fit season, to shake you down more,
What winter will never repay. What future materials for pruning, and cropping, So turn thee from folly's cold aspect, ah! turn And cleaning, and gleaning, and lopping, and From vice's hard bosom away ; topping!
(tree, The wise and the virtuous thy sweets will return, Yet mistake me not, rabble! this tree's a good As warm and as grateful as May. Does honour, daine Nature, to Britain and thee; And the fruit on the top,--takeits merits in brief, Makes a poble dessert, where the dinner's roastbeef!"
ON A VERY FLVE LADY.
observes no other rules
Than those the coterie prize;
She thinks, whilst lords continue fools,
'Tis vulgar to be wise: her lover
Thinks rudeness wit in noble dames,
Adultery, love polite;
Than all the host of light.
A grace on Spencer's charms;
AŅd gilded Marlborough's arms.
In general wisdom thinks
The lower Nature's sinks.
ON AN ASIATIC LADY.
O you who sail on India's wealthy wave,
Of gems and gold who spoil the radiant east; What misery to hear, without daring reply,
What oceans, say, what isles of fragrance gave All folly, all insolence speaks ;
This fairer treasure to the joyful west? Still calling the tear of reproach to thy eye,
What banks of Ganges, and what balmy skies The fush of disdain to thy cheeks!
Saw the first infant dawn of those unclouded eyes? Would soft macaronies bave judgment to prize,
By easy arts while Europe's beauties reign, Whom arts and whom virtues adorn,
Roll the blue languish of their humid eye; Who learnt every virtue and art to despise,
Rule willing slaves, who court and kiss the chain, Where Catos and Scipios were born?
Self-vanquish’d, helpless to resist or fly; Would wealth's drowsy heir, without spark of Less yielding souls confess this eastern fair, Heaven's fir
And lightnio, melts the heart that milder fires Ensbrio'd in his dulness completely, Awake to the charmer, her voice and her lyre,
Of gods, enamour'd with a mortal dame, Ah! charm they though ever so sweetly? Let Grecian story tell--the gifts display But what with the gamester, ab! what were thy That deck'd Cassandra, and each honoured name
What fortune's caprices thy share! [fate, Lov'd by the god, who guides the golden day: To sleep upon down under canopied state, See! Asia triumphs in a brighter scene; To wake on the straw of despair!
A nobler Phæbus woos her summer's smiling The timid free-thinker, that only defies
queen. Those bolts which his Maker can throw; Sublimer sense, and sprightlier wit to please, Would he, when blaspheming the Lord of the That Phæbus gave; he gave the voice and lyre, skies,
That warble sweeter than the spicy breeze, Yet rev'rence his image below?
He gave what charms meridian suns inspire ; Would slaves to a court, or to faction's banditti,
What precious rays from light's pure fountain Thy temperate spirits approve;
stream, So proud in their chains of the court and the city, What warm the diamond’s blaze and ruby's hlam. Disdaining no chains, but of love?
ing beam. * Plato's fable is, that man and woman origi. nally were one being, divided afterwards by Jupiter for their punishment ; that cach part, in perpetual search of the other, never recovers happiness till their reunion.