ELEGY IN IMITATION OF TIBULLUS. WHERE now are all my flatt'ring dreams of joy? Let happy lovers fly where pleasures call, For me, no more I'll range th' empurpled mead, Where fancy paints the glimm'ring taper blue, Where damps hang mould'ring on the ivy'd 'wall, And sheeted ghosts drink up the midnight dew. There, leagu'd with hopeless anguish and despair, Then, with a long farewell to love and care, Wilt thou, Monimia, shed a gracious tear Smollet. EPITAPH ON A POOR, BUT HONEST MAN. STOP, reader, here, and deign a look At one without a name, Studious of peace, he hated strife, Quarter'd therewith was innocence; In the great day of wrath, tho' pride Thousands shall wish they'd been ally'd Anonymous. THE MODERN PATRIOT. REBELLION is my theme all day; Yon roaring boys, who rave and fight I always held them in the right, When lawless mobs insult the court, But oh! for him my fancy culls Who, constitutionally, pulls Your house about your ears. Such civil broils are my delight; Though some folks can't endure 'em, Who say the mob are mad outright, And that a rope must cure 'em. A rope! I wish we patriots had ODE TO WISDOM. Cowper. THE solitary bird of night Thro' the pale shades now wings his flight, Beneath his ivy bow'r. With joy I hear the solemn sound, Fav'rite of Pallas! I attend, And, faithful to thy summons, bend She loves the cool, the silent eve, Here folly drops each vain disguise, O Pallas! queen of ev'ry art, "That glads the sense, or mends the heart," Blest source of purer joys; In ev'ry form of beauty bright, To thy unspotted shrine I bow, That breathes no wild desires; Not fortune's gem, ambition's plume, Be objects of my prayer: The dull rewards of care. |