n =3 mm$& J ^0FCAIIF(% SCLLoAS c-j > ^AavaaiH^ 3? v-M I- ? y 0Aavaan# ^LIBRARY^ J0^ ^TilJDNVSOl^ vvlOSANCElfj> o ^/.HHAINfH^ ^OFCAIIFO% &Aavaan# ^OFCAIIFO ^ItlBRARYQ^ ^MINIVERS'/A ^/OJIIVJJO^ _ . " - 46 Ditto Ditto 47 49 The Humble Roof - . M - 51 Invitation - - - - 52 Farm - ... 53 Village Maids - ... - 54 Rural Happiness - - - 55 The Cottage - - - _ - 57 The Cottage of Thatch - - 1 - 58 My Native Vale - - - - 59 The Village Wake - - - 60 RURAL AMUSEMENTS. The Pedestrians - - - - - 62 Ditto - - ... . - 63 Shooting - - . . - 64 Sportsmen - - - - - 66 The Herring Hunt - - - 0-67 RURAL OBJECTS. The Feathered Songsters - - - * 69 Captive Linnet - - -72 Tuneful Lark - - - - - 1 73 Parent Bird - - - - 74 Doves - - - . - 75 Ringdove ,- - - 0-77 Robin - - - - - 78 Invitation to the Redbreast - - - - 79 The Swallow - - - - - 81 Cuckow - - - - - 82 Bee - - ... 84 Ditto - - - - - 86 Cricket - - - - - U6 Clow Worm - - - - 88 Green Chafer - % - - - 90 Rose - - - - - 91 Ditto - - - - - - 92 Ditto - - - - 93 Wild Rose - - - - - 94 Violet - - - - - 9i Faded Wreath - - - - - 97 A 3 ft Page Tlie Sapling Oak - - _ O Y 99 Sheep and the Bramble Bush ... 100 SAILOKS SONGS. Sailor William and Mary The Lullaby Discipline The Life-Boat soldiers' songs. End of War March Beggar and his Dog - 101 - 102 V 105 V 106 - 108 110 - 111 . 112 FRIENDSHIP. Friend - - . -0-113 Friendship - - - - - 114 The Friend and Foe - . - - - 117 Brotherly Love - . . O - 118 Affection - - . . . -119 Love - - . . M - . 1M Virtuous Love - - - . -'-121 True Love ----- 123 The Man that I love - - - - 124 The Price of Love - 124 Cautious Love . 12Q Are ye fair as opening Roses .... 127 The Dawn of Love - . . 127 How blest the Maid ... - 128 Female Constancy _ . . 129 Ml Page The Slighted Maiden - - - - 130 Seducer - - - . . 132 Forsaken Damsel - . 133 Wounded Deer - - - - - 135 Fly - ... 136 Beauty ..... 137 Ditto - - . ' . - 137 Beautj's Value ..... 138 Advice to the Fair 139 The Instructive Ramble - - - - 140 Life which Love endears ... 142 Generous Maid 143 Passion's Sway - ... 144 Interested Love - - # - ' - - 145 The Virgin - - - - - 146 Ye Virgin Fears .... . 145 The Constant Maiden - ... 147 Beauteous Mind ..... 148 Smile of Good Temper ... 149 Reproof - - . . 150 Happy Art of Pleasirg .... 151 Plain Truth .... 152 Modesty - - - . - -153 Tender Hearts .... 155 Reasonable Love - - - - - 156 The Prudent Lover .... 253 The Young Man's Caution .... 159 Fishing Duet - - - . * - igo The Choice of a Wife .... jgj Ditto, by Cheese - - - - 163 The Maid that's made for me - - 166 Man to my Mind - - - - 167 Faithful Pair - -_ m - - 169 Sincere Love - ... 17 via Page Nancy of the Vale - - - . . 171 The Spinning Wheel - 174 The Vi iage Spire - - - 175 Mutual Love - - - M - - 177 Nancy ----- 17s Damon - - 179 Henry - - . - - - 181 Ditto - - - - - 182 MARRIAGE! The Wedding - - - . 184 The Joyous Day - - - - 185 Epithalaniium - - - - - 186 Ditto - - - - - 187 Ditto - - 188 CONJUGAL FELICITY* Conjugal Affection - - - 0-189 The Beloved Partner - - - - 189 Pleasure and Love - 190 To Maria before Marriage - - - - 190 Home : To Maria after Marriage - - - 192 My Fire-side - - O 194 The Fire-side - - ... 195 The Art of Living - - - - . - 200 A Rural Life - - - 201 Mary - - - - - 202 Stephen and Sally - - - 203 CONJUGAL MISEBY. The Scold - - - - - - 204 )* My Mother mill DUTT. Page 205 Peace Peace of Mind Peace and War The Ills of War The Reverse peace, &c. 208 209 210 211 218 THE PASSIONS, AFFECTIONS, &C. The Passions ' - - - 213 Content - - 214 Contentment - - - 215 Ditto - - - 216 The Origin of Content - 217 Employment ; or, The Path of Content - - 219 Content - 220 Ditto - - - 222 A Happy Life - - 224 The Happy Man - - 226 The Happy State - - 227 In Poor Ones ne'er let Envy rise - - 228 Sorrow of no Kind peculiar to the Sufferer - - 229 The golden Mean - - 230 The Honest Heart -' - 231 Ditto - - - - - 232 Pleasure - - - 235 True Pleasure . . . 233 Ditto - - 234 Pleasure ... A - 235 Wisdom - - ' . . 237 Happiness - _ - - - 234 The Retrospect of Life The Vanity of Life Page True Joy - - - - M O - 239 The Poor Man' Friend - - 241 The World - - - - " 242 The Path to Bliss - - - - 242 Bliss - - - " 243 Vice and Virtue - ... - 244 Human Life - - - - 245 - 246 M - - 247 Life, a Dream - - - - 249 The Journey of Life - , - - 251 The World . - - - - - 252 False Greatness - 254 Poverty 256 Hospitality - - - - - 257 A Wish - . 258 The Wish enjoyed - - - - " 259 The Wish - - - - - 260 _ - - - 263 - 264 Ditto - - - Ditto ...... The Young Man's Wish - - - * 265 The Maiden's Wish - - - - 267 Care 268 The Merry - - - * - - 269 The Contented Maid - 270 A Moral Thought - - - - 271 Solitude - - - r - 272 Simplicity - .... 274 Ditto - - - " - 276 Hope 277 Ditto - - - ;- - 2 Ditto - 279 Prosperity and Adversity - ?80 Forgiveness ------ 282 Page Gratitude - - 283 Ditto - i, - O - 284 Ingratitude - M - - 284 Pride - . - - 285 The Emblem of Pride - - - 286 Fame - -. 287 Truth and Complaisance - - - 288 True Merit - - 289 A Present .- .- - 289 Benevolence - M - - 290 Charity - - 292 Ditto - - - 293 Ditto - - - 294 MISCELLANEOUS. The Cow-Pock _ . 294 Blind Asylum at Liverpool - - - 296 Fop - - - 298 - Fellow Servant ~- - - - 299 All Men are Beggars - - - 301 My Vocation - - - 303 The Taper - - ' - 305 The Traveller V 306 Alexander Selkirk's Lamentation - - - 307 The Negro's Complaint - - - 310 The Poor Negro Man - - 313 Religion - The Call of Gratitude - - M Going abroad after Sickness The aspiring EJm _ - - 315 . - 318 - 319 - 320 ! Page The Village Hind - - - - 321 Sweet Day - - - - - " 32i The Leaf - - - - - 323 Winter - - - - " 325 The Humble State - - - - 326 Melody - - - 0-328 Oh! had IJubal's Lyre - - - 329 What tho' I trace - - - " 329 Pious Orgies - - - - - 330 T .. * . - 330 Liberty - - ^ Conquest - My Shield - - - - - 332 Magic and Wisdom - - " " How vain is Man - - " J Lovely Peace - - - " ** The Hero - - - - 334 Soldier's Trust - - . " 33 * Love of Praise - - . - 33o Friend - - " ' 337 Virtuous Friendship - The Pious Fair - - " - 33 ^ Domestic Love and Happiness - - - 339 The Wife's Consolation - - - - 341 Tj ... - 342 Home My Choice - - - - - 343 ci - - - 344 Pleasure Innocence and Peace - ' 344 Content - - - - - 346 Ditto - - - " 347 Agur's Prayer - - " - - 348 . - - ^540 Prosperity "-"":,. Human Frailty - 349 Man is doomed to mourn - - V 351 Despair - - "'-_"- - -353 XIII Page The Mourner - 355 The Tear - - 356 Tears * - 358 Repentance - 358 Mercy - 359 Charity . '- . - 360 A Birth-day Thought - 361 Time - . - 363 A Moral Reflection - - 365 Time - ^367 The Christian Race - j - 368 The Sick Bed - 370 Death's Final Conquest - 373 The Grave - - 374 Prayer - i -375 Praise - - 376 Morning Hymn - _ - 377 Slander - - 378 Calumny d - 379 The Folly of Man - 380 Favours - - - 382 The Peoples' Favouf - 382 Pilgrim - 383 Courts of the Lord - 384 Ruin ... - 385 Reflections on New Year's Day * - 385 My Birth Day - 387 To my dearest Friend on her Birth Day - 389 The Infant at his Mother's Breast - 391 My Infant asleep - 392 The Death of an only Child - 394 Resignation - 396 The Evening Walk - 397 Contemplation - - 399 vol. ii, a Pag The Thunder Storm - ... 402 Ditto ----- . 403 The Glories of Creation - - - - 406 Hymn on Divine Providence - 408 The Blind Boy - - - - 411 Lord's Prayer - 412 A Prayer - - - - - 414 Jehovah - 417 N. B. Some Poems having been added to this Volume while it was going through the Press, it was not possible to assign them to th^ir proper Places ; there are a few Poems therefore amongst the Sacred, which do- not perhaps strictly belong t that Cla-sr. ERRATA IN VOL. II. Page. Line. 56 10 for kness read knees 70 last for he read her 15'4 10 for adore read admire 12 read When bloom and charms expiry 155 7 for has doom'd read intends 175 2 fro;n bottom for Palemon read Young Harry 176 5 ditto for Palemon read youthful lover 200 . 5 ditto for Whate'er read Whatever 210 10 for Thy read Her, for oh ! read may 13 for Thy read Her 5 from bottom for chace read chase 215 6 ditto /or ere read e'er 249 3 ditto for fated rea<2 destin'd By and Law, Printer!*, St. John's Square, ClerltenwelL COLLECTION SONGS, &c. *Vtf GREAT GEORGE IS KING. I. FAME, let thy trumpet sound, Tell all the world around, Great George is King, Tell Rome, and France and Spain, Britannia scorns their chain, And will her rights maintain, Great George is King. VOL. II. E 2 PATRIOTIC* II. May Heaven his life defend, And make his race extend Wide as his fame ; Thy choicest blessings shed, On his anointed head, And teach his foes to dread, Great George's name. III. He peace and plenty brings, While Rome's deluded kings, Waste and destroy: Then let his people sing, Long live our gracious King, From whom such blessings spring Freedom and joy. CHORUS. God save our noble King, Long live Our gracious King, God save the King. Hark ! how the valleys ring, Long live our gracious King, From whom such blessings spriug, God save the King. lMTRIOTie. 3 SEQUEL TO GOD SAVE THE KING. From "the orthodox churchman's magazine," Vot 1, p. 308. I. TO George, their gracious King, The sons of Britain sing, " God save the King." But strains more full and high, Ascend the vaulted sky, In choral sympathy, To Iieav'n's high King. II. Thou, King of Kings ! arise ! Dispel our wayward sighs! Clear this sad hour! Throw Satan's kingdom down, Destroy his rebel crown ; Sliicld us, thy sons, who own, And bless thy pow'r. *3 *ATIU0TIC III. Thy great protecting arm, Stretch forih, to shield from harm, Thy creatures all ; Keep us from envy free ; Teach us to worship thee, Thou full eternity! On whom we call ! BRITANNIA. From the Masque of " alfred." BY JAMES THOMSON, and DAVID MALLET, ESQ". I. HAIL, Britain ! thou much-favour'd land, Encircled by the azure main ; For whom our Fathers, sword in hand, Have fought and bled at ev'ry vein : Rule, Britannia, rule the waves, Ne'er may Britain's sons be slaves. PATRIOTIC. II. The nations, not so blest as thee, All, in their turns, to tyrants fall: Whilst thou hast flourish'd great and free, The dread and envy of them all. Rule, &c. III. Still more majestic mayst thou rise, More dreadful from each foreign stroke: As the loud blast that tears the skies, Serves but to root thy native oak. Rule, &c. IV. Thee ne'er may haughty tyrants tame : May their attempts to bend thee down, Serve but to rouse thy generous flame; But work their woe, and thy renown. Rule, Sec. V. To thee belongs the rural reign ; Thy cities all with commerce shine: All thine may be the subject main : And ev'ry shore it circles thine. Rule, &c. B 3 TATRIOTie. VI. The Virtues, still with Freedom found, All to thy happy coast repair: Blest isle? with matchless beauty crowned, And manly hearts to guard the fair. Rule, Britannia, rule the waves, Ne'er may Britain's sons be slaves* THE THRONE. Trom the Dramatic R&mance of " cymojt. BY G-AIUUCK. IF pure are the springs of the fountain,. As purely Hie river will flow, If noxious the stream from the mountain,. It poisons the valley below : So of vice or of virtue possest, The Throne makes the nation, Thro' ev'ry gradation, Or wretched, or blest. PATRIOTIC. II. [Tis thus in the town or the village, Example o'er precept prevails, And that is a good or an ill age Where duty in great ones ne'er fails ; And, of vice or of virtue possest, The noble and wealthy, Make sickly or healthy, Or wretched, or blest. J. r.] MERCY. From the Opera of " tom jones." BY JOSEPH REED. SWEET Mercy is the loveliest flower That Heav'n e'er planted in the mind, The test -of virtup, whose soft pow'r Can nearer godhead raise mankind. B 4 PATRIOTIC. II. Let patriots, kings, and heroes boast A rrame that will in history live ; Yet he resembles Heav'n the most, Whose gen'rous bosom can forgive. ENGLAND. From the Opera of " the armourer." BY R. CUMBERLAND, ESQ. I. O ENGLAND I O my native islef Encircled by thy guardian sea, May Peace within thy borders smile, And build her halcyon nest with thee. II. Mother of heroes, nurse of arts, For thee I make my filial pray'r May courage fill thy soldiers' hearts, And chastity adorn thy fair ! PATIU0TIC. III. Firm anil united thou may'st stand Against a world in arms, alone, Secure from ev'ry foreign hand, Thou ne'er canst fall but by thy own. SEA-GIRT ENGLAND. EtOm " THE BATTLE OF HEXHAM.' BY G. COL3IAN, THE YOUNGER. SEA-GIRT England, fertile land I Plenty, from her richest stores, Ever with benignant hand, Her treasure on thy bosom pours. CHORUS. England! to thyself be true; When thy realm is truly blest, Tis when a monarch's love for you. Is'by your loyalty confest. B 5 Id PATltlOTSC. ENGLAND'S FABRIC: HER glorious fabric England rears On Law's fix'd base alone ; Law's guardian pow'r while each reveres^ England ! thy people's freedom fears No danger from the throne. For there, before all-mighty law, High birth, high place, with pious awe, In reverend homage bend. There man's free spirit, unconstrain'd Exults, in man's best rights maintain'd,. Rights which by ancient valour gain'd, From age to age descend. II. Britons, by no base fear dismay 'd, May pow'rs worst acts arraign j Does tyrant force their rights invade I They call on Law's impartial aid, Nor call that aid in vain. PATRIOTIC. H Hence of her sacred charter proud, With ev'ry earthly good endow'd, O'er subject seas unfurl 'd Britannia waves her standard wide, Hence sees her freighted navies ride Up wealthy Thames' majestic tide, The wonder of the world. MY NATIVE SPOT. From the Musical Comedy of " the summer's tale. ,; BY R. CUMBERLAND, ESQ. FROM clime to clime Let others run ; From rising to the setting sun, To kill uneasy Time ; With giddy trembling haste, Let the vain creatures fly, To search for dear variety, , And catch short gleams of fluctuating taste. b 6 It PATRIOTIC. Fixt to my native spot, With ease and plenty crown'd, Content I look around, Nor ask of Heaven a fairer lot. No vineyards here demand my care r No spicy gales perfume the air, . No citron groves arise ; The rugged soil, Hardly obedient to the peasant's toil, Such soft luxuriance denies. Yet Nature with maternal hand A nobler dower has giv'n ; Valour, the birthright of the land, And Liberty, the choicest gift of Heaven. HAPPY NATION From the same. I. HAPPY Nation ! who possessing Nature's gifts in full increase, Sees around thee ev'ry blessing, Scenes of plenty, scenes of peace. Chorus. Happy nation, &c rATRIOTlC. 13 Fields where golden harvest waving Glistens in the ripening sun ; Streams their fertile borders laving Scattering riches as they run. Chorus. HI. Meads where flocks and herds disportmj Gaily paint the chequer'd vale ; Groves where happy shepherds' courting. Softly breathe their amorous tale. Chorus. IV. Cooling zephyrs gently blowing Fragrance from the flow'ry plains;; Temperate skies serenely glowing ; Virtuous nymphs and valiant swains* Chorus. . 14 PATRIOTIC ENGLISH BEAUTY, i From the Opera of " robin hood/* BY L. MACNALLY, ESQ. J TRAVERS'D Judah's barren sand, For worth and beauty to explore, But there the Turk had spoil'd the land, And Sion's daughters were no more. II. In Greece thelold imperious mien, The wanton look, the leering eye, Bade Love and Virtue .not be seen, Where Constancy is ever nigh. III. From hence to Italy's fair shore, I urg'd my never-ceasing way, And to Loretto's temple bore A mind devoted still to pray, IV. But there too Superstition's hand Had sicklied ev'ry feature o'er, And made me soon regain the land, Where beauty fills the western shore. PATRIOTIC. 15 V. Where marriage with celestial power. Connubial transports dotfyadorn, Where purest virtue hails the hour, That ushers in each happy morn. VI. Ye daughters of Old Albion's isle, Where'er I go, where'er I stray, O, Charity's sweet children, smile, Here love and beauty cheer our way, BOTH SIDES THE TWEED. Tune, Tweedside. I. WHAT'S the Spring, breathing violet and rose, What's the Summer with all his gay train, Or the plenty of Autumn to those, Who have barter'd their freedom for gain ? IS PATRIOTIC, Then let love of our King's legal right To our love of our country succeed,. And let Friendship and Honour unite, And flourish on both sides the Tweedv II. No sweetness the. senses can chear, That Corruption and. Bribery bind ; No brightness the gloom ever clear : For honour's the sun of the mind. Then let Love, &c. III. Let Virtue distinguish the Brave, Place riches in lower degree r Think him poorest, who dares be a slave,. And him rich, who dares to be free. Then let Love, &c. IV. Let us think how our ancestors rose, Let us think how our ancestors fell ; Tis the rights they defended ; 'tis those, They bought with their blood, that we selii. Thcn let Love, &e; FATttlOTIC. 17 THE TREE OF LIBERTY. From " sprigs of laurel," by J. O'Keefc. 1793. Tune, The Duke of York's Troop. I. THE nymph of the mountains, blithe, rosy, and free, As the airs that flew round her, had once a fail tree, 'Twas Liberty call'd, it was brought from the waste, And sweet was the fruit to the eye and the taste ; In Britain 'twas planted, its branches spread wide, Of her sons and her daughters the glory and pride. Tranquil pleasures, Softest measures Then led the dance, and gave Britons to sing, Loving, loyal, Good and royal, People happy, honour'd their King. II. Our sly Gallic neighbours peep r d into our grounds, And fain would have scal'd the white wall that sur- rounds,, 18 PATRIOTIC. They long'd for our tree, when its beauties were known, But missing their aim, would have one of their own; For this, in poor France, a vile bramble takes root, Each leaf is a poniard, and bitter the fruit. Pity sleeping, Orphans weeping, Saw the Savage triumph o'er men ; Justice firing, All inspiring ! Drive the tiger into his den. FREEDOM. From an Air in the Opera of " acis and galatea. *Y GAY. SET BY HANDEL. I. WAR sounds the alarm > And fear is a flying, When Freedom's the prize, What mortal fears dying? PATRIOTIC. 10 II. In defence of that treasure I'd bleed at each vein ; Without it's no pleasure For life is a pain. THE BRITISH NAVY. From the Opera of " thirty thousand." BY MR. T. BIBDIX. ALBION ! on thy fertile plains, (Though cruel war around thee reigns,) See gentle Peace prevailing > While o'er the waves that guard thy coast, The British navy, Albion's boast, Spite of each foe is sailing. Long may the yellow harvest glad thy happy land, Long may thy Wooden Walls repel each hostile hand. 20 XVRAL, DAY. A Pastoral, in Three Parts. BY CUNNINGHAM. MORNING. I. * IN the barn the tenant cock, Close to partlet perch'd on high Briskly crows, (the shepherd's clock !) Jocund that the morning's nigh. Swiftly from the mountain's brow, Shadows, nurs'd by night, retire ; And the peeping sun-beam, now, Paints with gold the village spire. Philomel forsakes the thorn, Plaintive where she prates at night ; And the lark, to meet the morn, Soars beyond the shepherd's sight. II. From the low-roof 'd cottage ridge, See the ehatt'ring swallow spring ; Darting through the one-arch'd bridge, Quick she dips her dappled wing^ RURAL. 21 Now the pine-tree's waving top, Gently greets the morning gale ; Kidlings now begin to crop Daisies on the dewy dale. From the balmy sweets uncloy'd, (Restless till her task be done) Now the busy bee's employ'd, Sipping dew before the sun. III. Trickling thro' the crevic'd rock, Where the limpid stream distills, Sweet refreshment waits the flock, When 'tis sun-drove from the hills. Colin's for the promis'd corn (Ere the harvest hopes are ripe) Anxious ; whilst the huntsman's horn, Boldly sounding drowns his pipe. Sweet O sweet, the warbling throng, On the white emblossom'd spray 1 Nature's universal song Echoes to the rising day, 22 URAI NOON. I. FERVID on the glitfring flood, Now the noontide radiance glows : Drooping o'er it's infant bud, Not a dew-drop's left the rose. JBy the brook the shepherd dines, From the fierce meridian heat Shelter'd by the branching pines, Pendant o'er his grassy seat. Now the flock forsakes the glade, Where unckeck'd the sun-beams fall ; Sure to find a pleasing shade By the ivy'd abbey wall. II. Echo, in her airy round, O'er the river, rock, and hill, Cannot catch a single sound, Save the clack of yonder mill. Cattle court the zephyrs bland, Where the streamlet wanders cool ; Or with languid silence stand Midway in the marshy pool. RURAL. 23 But from mountain, dell, or stream, Not a flutt'ring zephyr springs; Fearful lest the noontide beam Scorch its soft, its silken wings. III. Not a leaf has leave to stir, Nature's lull'd, serene and still 1 Quiet e'en the shepherd's cur, Sleeping on the heath-clad hill. Languid is the landscape round, 'Till the fresh descending shower, Grateful to the thirsty ground, Raises ev'ry fainting flower. Now the hill, the hedge, is green, Now the warblers' throats in tune ; Blithsome is the verdant scene, Brightened by the beams of Noon ! 34 ttKltAL. EVENING. I. O'er the heath the heifer strays Free (the furrow'd task is done ;) Now the village windows blaze, Burftish'd by the setting sun. Now he sets behind the hill, Sinking from a golden sky : Can the pencil's mimic skill Copy the refulgent dye i Trudging as the ploughmen go, (To the smoaking hamlet bound) Giant-like, their shadows grow, Jjengthen'd o'er the level ground. II. Where the rising forest spreads Shelter for the lordly dome ! To their high-built airy beds, See the rooks returning home ! As the lark, with vary'd tune, Carols to the evening loud ; Mark the mild resplendent moon, Breaking thro' a parted cloud t XTJRAI/. 2$ Now the hermit howlet peeps From the barn or twisted brake ; And the blue mist slowly creeps, Curling on the silver lake, ur. As the trout in speckled pride, Playful from its bosom springs ; To the banks a ruffled tide Verges in successive rings. Tripping thro' the silken grass, O'er the path-divided dale, Mark the rose-complexion'd lass With her well-pois'd milking-pail ; Linnets with unnumber'd notes, And the cuckow-bird with two, Tuning sweet their mellow throats, Bid the setting sun adieu* TOL. II g RUIIAI. MOONLIGHT. A GLEE* From " THE LAKERS. FROM forth her intcrlunar cave The silver moon has tipp'd the wave ; And, from the distant rocky shore, The falling water's sullen roar, Borne on the gently-swelling gale, Fraught with the sweets o'th' fiow'ry vale, Steal on the watchful ear of night, Diffuse a solemn still delight, Which to tir'd Nature, her sweet guest, Imparting, lulls her to her rest. JtURAL. 27 THE SLUGGARD; or, HARK! THE LARK. A GLEE. Altered from Shakspeare. HARK! hark! the lark at Heav'n's gate sings. The sun begins to rise: While murmurs break from bubbling springs Mid flow'rs of thousand dyes : And winking mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes, With every thing that pretty is, For shame, thou sluggard, rise. EARLY RISING, JBV ARMSTRONG. I. HOW foolish they,wtoo lengthen night, And slumber in the morning light ! c $ 28 RURAL. How sweet at early morning's rise, To view the glories of the skies, And mark, with anxious eye, the sun Prepare his radiant course to run. Its fairest form then Nature wears, And clad in brightest green appears. II. [With clarion shrill, the herald cock To matins calls, the village clock ;] The sprightly lark, with artless lay, Proclaims the entrance of the day, How sweet to breathe the gale's perfume, And feast the eyes with Nature's bloom ! Along the dewy lawn to rove, And hear the music of the grove ! III. Nor you, ye delicate and fair, Neglect to taste the morning air; This will your nerves with vigour brace, Improve and heighten ev'ry grace; Add to your breath a rich perfume, And to your cheeks a fairer bloom ; With lustre teach your eyes to glow, And health and cheerfulness bestow. RURAL. 2> DAWN. From the Portugueze of Camoens : BY LORD VISCOUNT STRANGFORD. I. DEAR is the blush of early light To him who ploughs the pathless deep, When winds have rav'd throughout the night, And roaring tempests banish' d sleep Dear is the dawn, which springs at last, And shews him all his peril past. II. Dearer to me the break of day, Which thus thy bended eye illumes ; And, chasing fear and doubt away, Scatters the nignt of mental glooms, And bids my spirit hope at last A rich reward for peril past ! c 3 30 hukax. MORN. A glxe: stevensoj?, WITH the sun we rise at morn, Haste our flocks into the mead ; By the fields of yellow corn. Where our gentle lambs we feed, Ever sportive, ever gay, While the merry pipe we play. THE RISING DAY. from " Cunningham's morning." A GLEE : WEBBE. SWIFTLY from the mountain's brow. Shadows nurs'd by night retire j And the peeping sun-beams now Paint with gold the village spire. Sweet, O sweet, the warbling throng,. On the white emblossom'd spray; Nature's universal song Echoes to the rising day. kt'RAT.. 31 MORNING. From the Opera of " the school fou fathers." BY B1CKERSTAFF. AH how delightful the morning, I low sweet are the prospects it yields ; Summer luxuriant adorning The gardens, the groves, and the fields. Be grateful to the season, Its pleasures let's employ ; Kind Nature gives, and Reason Permits us to enjoy. THE MORNING AIR. I. WOULD you taste the Morning Air, To yon verdant fields repair, Where cowslips sweet, and violets blue, With grateful scents shall welcome you. Hear the soft and cooling breeze Fanning,, thrilling thro' the trees, Whilst the dew besprinkling round Cools the thirsty parched ground. C 4 32 RURAL. II. Hear, hear the lark now soaring high, With her echo fills the sky ; The charming nightingale and thrush, With warbling notes fill ev'ry bush ; Haste, fair maid, then haste away, Taste these joys without delay, Tasting, proving, you will tell, The morning joys all joys excel. THE NEARLY DROPS OF MORN. I. SWEET the pearly drops of morn. Which sparkle on the rose, Sweeter far the grateful tear,, We shed o'er hftman woes. II. Those gratify the sense, With essence most refin'd, These distil a healing dew, And soothe the woe-worn mind. RURAL. S3 THE SWEETS OF MORN, BY MR. BICKNELL. , I. HOW sweet the dewy breath of morn How cheering blows the gentle gale What beauteous streaks the sky adorn What odours from the earth exhale Drowsy mortals never know The sweets that morning can bestow ! II. Morning on her balmy wings, From ev'ry flow'r that blows around To those a grateful tribute brings, Who early trod th' enamel'd ground ! Drowsy mortals never know The sweets that morning can bestow. c 5 34 RVRAU r THE SEASONS. I. WHEN snows descend and robe the fields In Winter's bright array ; Touch'd by the sun, the lustre fades, And weeps itself away. II. When Spring appears, when violets blow, And shed a rich perfume ; How soon the fragrance breathes its lasH How short-livM is the bloom ! III. Fresh in the morn, the Summer rose Hangs with'ring ere 'tis noon ; We scarce enjoy the balmy gift, But mourn the pleasure gone. IV. With gliding fire, an eVning star Streaks the Autumnal skies ; Shook from the sphere it darts away, And in an instant dies. RURAL. 3S V. Such are the charms that flush the cheek;, And sparkle in the eye ; So from the lovely finish'd form The transient graces fly. VI. To this the Seasons, as they roll, Their attestation bring : They warn the fair; their cv'ry round Confirms the truth I sing. SPRING. 1. DECREPIT Winter limp'd away, Now youthful Spring, all trim and gay, Comes tripping o'er the sunny plain, With health and pleasure in her train. She comes, and, lo! where'er she treads, Soft cowslips lift their velvet heads, With snow-drops white, and violets blue, And flow'rs of evVy leaf and hue. c 6 36 RURAL. II. Hail, smiling season, woo'd by thee, Town has no longer charms for me ; Sated with folly, smoak and noise, 1 pant for calmer, purer joys. Lead me, some gentle rustic, where The balmy, cool, and fragrant air, Fresh breathing from hill, mead and grove, Inspires festivity and love. III. Thrice happy man, whose friendly fate Affords a pleasant country seat j Secure retirement and defence From bus'ness, and impertinence. There he may stretch beneath the shade. For ease and contemplation made ; And neither spy, nor whisperer near, Enjoy the beauties of the year. RURAL. 37 MAY MORNING. BY MILTON. Set as a Glee by Carnaby. NOW the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flow'ry May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail bounteous May ! that dost inspire Mirth and youth and warm desire; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale both boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long. THE SWEETS OF MAY. I. HARK f the birds begin their lay, Flow'rets deck the robe of May ; 38 RUEAL. See the little lambkins bound, Playful o'er the clover ground ; Where the yellow cowslips grow, There the sportive heifers low. II. Now the nymphs and swains advance O'er the lawn in cheerful dance ; Garlands from the hawthorn bough, Grace the happy shepherd's brow ; While the lasses in array, Crown the happy queen of May. III. Innocence, Content, and Love, Fill the meadow and the grove ; Health, with sweetness all her own, Mirth, that never wears a frown ; Labour puts on Pleasure's smile, Care forgets his daily toil. IV. Ah ! what pleasures shepherds know ! Monarchs cannot such bestow ; Love improves each happy hour, Grandeur has not such in store. Learn, Ambition, learn from hence Happiness is innocence. RURAL, 3$ RURAL LIFE. BY MR. SURR. L LET me live remoVd from noise, Remov'd from scenes of pride and strife, And only taste those tranquil joys, Which Heav'n bestows on rural life. Fair Innocence shall guide my youth, Whilst Nature's paths I still pursue, Each step I take be mark'd by Truth, And Virtue ever be my view. II. Adieu, ye gay, adieu, ye great, I leave you all without a sigh, Contented with my happier state, In quiet let me live and die. Sweet Peace I'll court to follow me, And woo the graces to my cell, For all the graces love to be, Where Innocence and Virtue dwell. RURAL. THE LABOURERS. From " gray's elegy is a cowntry church- yard." I. THE breezy call of incense-breathing morn. The swallow, twitt'ring from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion and the echoing horn, Rouse the blithe labourers from their lowly bed^ IL For them at night the blazing hearth shall burn,. The busy housewife ply her evening care r The children run to lisp their sire's return, And climb his knees the envied kiss to share. III. Full oft the harvests to their sickles yield, Their furrows oft the stubborn glebe have broke; How jocund do they drive their teams afield ! How bow the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! IV. Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys and destiny obscure ; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. RURAL. 41 THE PEASANT. From the Opera of " osmyn and daraxa." I. HAIL the rosy smile of morning, Welcomer of golden day, That the teeming soil adorning, From our task takes pain away. II. Fresh to labour springs the peasant From his honest lowly shed ; Toil still makes his slumber pleasant, Idlers need the downy bed. , - HAYMAKER'S SONG. In " THE LAKERS." THE southern breezes thro' the vale, While new-mown' meadows sweets exhale Breathe fragrance and delight around ; 42 RURAL. While upward soars the shrill-gorg'd lark, The village swains attentive hark, And catch the cheerful sound : With him they hail the sun's bright ray. And labour cheerly thro' the day. THE SHEEPCOTE. An Inscription on a Gentleman's Estate. I. SHEPHERD, wouldst thou herd obtain Pleasures unalloy'd with pain, Joy, that suits thy rural sphere, Gentle shepherd, lend an ear. Learn to relish calm delight, Verdant vales and prospects bright"; Trees that nod on sloping hills, Caves that echo tinkling rills. II. If thou canst no charms disclose In the simplest bud that blows, Go, forsake thy plain and told, Join the croud, and toil for gold. RURAL. 43 Tranquil pleasures never cloy, Banish each tumultuous joy ; All but love, for love inspires, Tender wishes, purer fires. III. Love, and its best joys, be thine j Yet, ere thou the reins resign, Hear what Reason seems to say, Hear attentive, and obey. Crimson leaves the rose adorn, But beneath 'em lurks the thorn; Fair and flow'ry is the brake, Yet it hides the vengeful snake. IV. Think not she, whose empty pride Dares the fleecy garb deride; Think not she, who, light and vain, Scorns the sheep, can love the swain ; Artless deed, and simple dress, Mark the chosen shepherdess ; Thoughts, by decency control'd, Well conceived, and freely told. V. Sense, that shuns the conscious air, Truth that falls ere well aware ; Gen'rous pity, prone to sigh, If her kid or lambkin die. 44 RURAL. Let not lucre, let not pride, Draw thee from such charms aside ; Have not those their proper sphere r Gentler passions triumph here. VI. See! to sweeten thy repose, The blossom buds, the fountain flows ; Lo ! to crown thy healthful board, All that milk and fruits afford. Seek no more, the rest is vain, Pleasure ending soon in pain, Anguish lightly gilded o'er ; Close thy wish and seek no more. SUMMER. BY RICHARD TAYLOR* I. SUMMER now unfolds her scenes, Beauteous flow'rets, vernal greens, Break upon >ur ravish'd sight, Nature's wonders, with delight. RURAL* 45 CHORUS. Search the field, or search the grove, Thro' the fruitful vineyards rove, Climb the hills, descend the vales, BlissfuHSummer still prevails. * IL Ev'ry reptile, bird and beast, Nature has most gaily drest ; And the sun that rules the day Sheds new life in ev'ry ray. Search, &c. . III. Now amidst the silver floods See the finny nations play, Whilst the tenants of the woods Breathe incessant harmony. Search, &c. IV. Ev'ry creature in its sphere Grateful sings that Summer's here, Ingrate man, on thee they call, Praise the hand that made them all. Search, &c. 46 RURAL. WINTER. I. ADIEU, ye groves, adieu, ye plains, All nature mourning lies, See gloomy clouds and thick'ning rains Obscure the lab'ring skies. See, see, from afar, Th' impending storm With sullen haste appear, See Winter comes, a dreary form, To rule the falling year. it. No more the lambs with gamesome bound, Rejoice the gladden'd sight : No more the gay enamel'd ground, Or Sylvan scenes delight. Thus, lovely Nancy, much-lov'd maid, Thy early charms must fail ; The rose must droop, the lily fade, And Winter soon prevail. III. Again the lark, sweet bird of day, May rise on active wing, Again the sportive herds may play, And hail reviving Spring. RURAL. 47 But youth, ray fair, sees no return, The pleasing bubble's o'er, In vain its fleeting joys you mourn,. They fall to bloom no more. IV. Haste, then, dear girl, the time improve, Which art can ne'er regain, In blissful scenes of mutual love, With some distinguish 'd swain ; So shall life's spring, like jocund May, Pass smiling and serene ; Thus Summer, Autumn, glide away, And Winter close the scene. WINTER. Y THOMAS SANDERSON. I. IN woods no more the feather'd throng Pour native music on the gale ; And heard you not the harvest-song ? Its lasit notes linger in the vale. 48 RURAL. Where are the walks that blush'd with flow'rs? And where the western breeze that breath'd Its pilfer'd sweets to scent the bow'rs, Which Peace and calm Contentment wreath'd/ Since now no fragrant blossoms blow, And Desolation sweeps the >ground, Come Winter ! teach me how to draw A moral from the ruins round. II. The sober thought, to Virtue dear, The dreary walks shall furnish still ; Still sweetly on my pensive ear Shall fall the murmurs of the rill. Oft thro' yon desolated grove, Where many a faded flow'ret lies ! At Ev'ning's shadowy hour I'll rove, Regardless of the frowning skies. And oft I'll to the lonely dell, Or to the russet heath repair, To hear the distant village-bell Sweet vibrate on the expanse of air. III. If, on the wild wing of the blast, The Daemon of Destruction fly; May then some rush-light, o'er the waste, With friendly beams direct the eye. RURAL. 45 Adieu! ye glitt'ring scenes, adieu! That stole my heart from peace and truth ; That promis'd pleasure, while you threw Illusive splendour o'er my youth ! Time, to all pictur'd bliss a foe, Proclaims, as thro' its wastes we range, That all our joy is absent woe, And all our life progressive change ! WINTER, BY MBS. LEXOIR*. 1. WHAT tho' for thee no warbler sings j What tho' for thee no zephyr blow ; What tho' for thee no vi'let springs, Nor chaplets deck thy hoary brow: Yet I will bid thee welcome still ; To me no hateful dreaded guest : Boast Spring or Summer as they will, Each owes to Winter half its zest. * Daughter of Christopher Smart, and author of Village Anecdotes." VOL. II. D $0 RURAL. II. Tho' rarely smile thy sternness move, Tho' thy dread voice no echoes rend, This seeming harshness still can prove The wholesome rigour of a friend. Thy hand my sinews well can trace ; Light is my heart, my spirits gay ; With glowing cheek and quicken'd pace, Untir'd tfero' rugged paths I stray. III. What tho' no tender foliage deck The rifled grove in vivid green ; Yet oft descried thro' many a brake, The distant landscape smiles between. Then with light step and hunger keen, Back to my rural home I haste,' And find, untainted with the spleen, My sober meal a rich repast. IV. With food enliven'd, not opprest, When friendly chat begins to fail, I take the Author I love best, And thus my nobler mind regale. And, as still evening closes in, With hearts united, cares at rest ; Tho* dark without, 'tis gay within : We find no Winter in the breast. RURAL. 51 THE HUMBLE ROOF. From the Opera of " the lord of the manor." BY GENERAL BURGOYNE. I. WHEN first this humble roof I knew, With various cares I strove ; My grain was scarce, my sheep were few, My all of life was love : By mutual toil our board was dress'd, The spring our drink bestow'd, ' But when her lip the brim had press'd, The cup with nectar flow'd. II. Content and Peace the dwelling shar'd, No other guest came nigh, In them was giv'n, tho' gold was spar'd, W T hat gold could never buy : No value has a splendid lot, Unless the means to prove, That from the castle to the cot, The all of life is love. d 2 52 RURAL. THE INVITATION. Set as a Glee by mr. wheeler. I. STAY, passenger and tho' within, Nor gold nor glittering gems are seen To strike the dazzled eye, Yet enter, and thy ravish'd mind Beneath this humble roof shall find What gold can never buy. II. Within this solitary cell, Calm thought and sweet contentment dwell, Parent of bliss sincere; Peace spreads around her balmy wings, And, banish'd from the courts of kings, Has fix'd her mansion here. RURAL. 53 THE FARM. Altered from s h e n sto n e . BY JONAS HAN WAY. I. MY banks are all furnish'd with bees, Whose murmurs invite one to sleep ; The wastes are now shaded with trees, And the hills are white over with sheep ; I seldom have met with a loss, Such health do our vallies bestow, The streams are all border'd with moss, Where the hare-bells and violets grow. II. I've found out a gift for my friend, I've found where the blackbirds do breed ; But will not on plunder depend, He'll say 'twas a barbarous deed. For he ne'er could be true he aver'd, Who could rob a poor bird of its young*; And I lov'd him the more when I heard \ Such tenderness fall from his tongue. * T would not enter on ray list of friends (Though grae'd with polish'd manners and fine sense, Yet wanting sensibility) the man Who needlessly set's foot upon a worm. cowper's task, B. VI. D 3 54 RURAL. III. [Let others to foreign lands stray, And boast of their grots and their bow'rs, Are the groves and the vallies so gay, Are the shepherds as gentle as ours ? The groves may perhaps be as fair, And the face of the vallies as fine, The swains may in manners compare, But, for me, I'm contented with mine.] Altered by j. p. VILLAGE MAIDS. From the Opera of " rosin a." WHILST with village maids I stray, Sweetly wears the joyous day ; Cheerful glows my artless breast, Mild Content the constant guest. RURAL. 55 RURAL HAPPINESS. Altered from gilbert cooper. COMPOSED BY DIBDLN. I. AWAY, let nought to love displeasing, My dearest Mary, move thy fear, Let nought delay the heavenly blessing, Nor squeamish pride, nor gloomy care. What tho' no grants of royal donors With pompous titles grace our blood, We'll shine in more substantial honours, And to be noble we'll be good. II. What tho' from Fortune's lavish bounty No mighty treasures we possess, We'll find within our pittance plenty, And be content without excess ; Still shall each kind returning season Sufficient for our wishes give, For we will live a life of reason, And that's the only life to live. D 4 46 RURAL. III. Our name, while virtue thus we tender, Shall sweetly sound where'er 'tis spoke, And all the great ones much shall wonder How they admire such little folk. Thro' youth and age, in love excelling, We'll hand in hand together tread ; Sweet smiling Peace shall crown our dwelling ; And babes, sweet smiling babes, our bed. IV. How should I love the pretty creatures,' Whilst round my kness they fondly clung, To see them look their mother's features, To hear 'em lisp their mother's tongue ! [To see their virtues still expanding, In goodness daily to encrease, In pray'r to Heav'n their youth commending, For them breathe out my soul in peace. J. P.] RURAL. 57 THE COTTAGE. BY HENRY CAREY. I. I FROM the court to the cottage convey me away, For Fin weary of grandeur, and what they call gay Where pride without measure, And pomp without pleasure, Make life in a circle of hurry decay. II. Far remote and retir'd from the noise of the town, I'll exchange my brocade for a plain russet gown ; My friends shall be few, But well-chosen and true, And sweet recreation our evening shall crown. III. v With a rural repast, a rich banquet for me, On a mossy green turf, near some shady old tree, The river's clear brink, Shall. afford me my drink, And Temp'rancc my friendly physician shall be. D 5 ">$ AURAL. IV. Ever calm and serene, with contentment still blest, Not too giddy with joy, or with sorrow deprest, I'll neither invoke, Nor repine at Death's stroke, But retire from the world as I would to my rest, THE COTTAGE OF THATCH. From " smart's ode to spring/' THE MUSIC BY CARNABY. I. WITH a heart light and gay, in a cottage of thatch, Let me live, with Content for my guest, "Where the canker of Care never rusted the latch, And where Grief shall be strange to my breast. II. There, joy '11 be repeated, yet never shall cloy, While the object is peace to the mind, And the rapid succession of uniform joy, Shall leave no discomfort behind. RURAL. 59 III. There the hours shall all fly like the blossoms of Spring, With the promise fresh beauties to prove, Ev'ry season revolving, its pleasures shall bring, And the harvest of joy shall be love. MY NATIVE VALE. BY S. ROGERS, ESQ. I. DEAR is my little native vale, The ringdove builds and warbles there ; Close by my cot she tells her tale To ev'ry passing villager ; The squirrel leaps from tree to tree, And shells his nuts at liberty. II. In or'ange groves and myrtle bowers, That breathe a fragrance round, I charm the fairy-footed hours, With my lov'd lute's romantic sound ; Or crowns of living laurel weave For those that win the race at eve. d.5 SO RURAL. III. The shepherd's horn at break of day, The ballad danc'd in twilight glade ; The canzonet and roundelay, Sung in the silent green-wood shade ; These simple joys that never fail, Shall bind me to my native vale. THE VILLAGE WAKE. I. HARK ! the bells with merry glee, Thro' the vestive valley chime, Rural sports and revelry Gild with joy the wings of Time. Study drops the weary quill, Labour smooths his rugged brow, Silent sleeps the busy mill, And at ease reclines the plow ; Oh! then all your cares forsake, Haste and join the Village Wake. RURAL. II. Mirth with Beauty at her heel, Beats with nimble step the ground, Leading on the sprightly reel, To the pipe and tabor's sound ; Pleasure o'er the cheerful green Rules with universal sway, Sunday suits alone are seen, Emblems of the holiday; Oh ! then all your cares forsake,. Haste and join the Village Wake. III. Palsied age, with happy smile, Youth's high-mettled gambols views, And, by fancy warm'd awhile, Scenes of former bliss renews ; Love repeats his tender tale, Cheeks responsive learn to glow, And, while song and jest prevail, Nut-brown tankards circling flow ; Would'st thou of such jOys partake, Haste then to the Village Wake. 62 RURAL AMUSEMENTS. THE PEDESTRIANS. Ill " THE LAKERS." FIRST.PED. IN viewing Nature's varied scenes, A tranquil pleasure they impart, For Reason scarce has better means To soften and improve the heart. SECOND PED. From exercise what spirits flow ! Sweet is the meal that hunger finds, And sweet the slumbers that we know, The calm repose of vacant minds. BOTH. Then let us range the vallics still, And o'er the mountain's summit wind, Trace with delight the gurgling rill, And still preserve the tranquil mind. JtURAL AMUSEMENTS. THE SAME. From the same. FIRST PED. WE will, still, our aim pursuing, For improvement travel on ; Men and manners still be viewing, Making all we see our own. SECOND PED. Power we envy not, nor riches ; We have pleasure, peace, and health, And experience fully teaches These alone are solid wealth. CHORUS. Happy days appear before us ; Let us raise the tuneful strain, Join the full and lively chorus, Antidote to care and pain. 64, RURAL AMUSEMENTS. SHOOTING, r. THE bosom of earth is all matted with leaves, The honours of Autumn decay ; Brown Harvest no longer exhibits her sheaves To the golden-eyed monarch of day. With dissonant guns hills and valleys resound^ The swains thro' the coppices rove.; The partridges bleed on the arable ground, The pheasants lie dead in the grove. H. The coats of the hedges look languidly green, The swallows relinquish the meads ; Rude Winter approaches with horrible mien, The flow'rets give place to the weeds : The sun too is lazy and slumbers abed,. As loathing so early to rise : When risen, how dim looks his vapoury head! How fainthe illumines the skies! III. No more on the poles hang the clustering hops, Or form 'a magnificent shade ; No more on their skirts shine the showery drops, For Autumn, their nurse, is decay 'd. RURAI, AMUSEMENTS. 6* The gale that was wont to approach me so kind, Grows sharp, and flies hastily by, To give me sweet kisses no longer inclin'd, It bids the tear start from my eye. IV. O, see ! while I speak, from the gun's level'd aim, Death pierces the birds of the air, Ye rovers, will nothing your conduct reclaim, And move your hard bosoms to spare i No, nothing -ye cry with unanimous voice, While ridicule falls from your tongue ; Ye think not, ye cruel ones, as ye rejoice, How once the poor innocents sung. V. To others such barbarous sports I resign, And fly to my Caroline's arms ; Her sanctified love shall be totally mine, For virtue adds force to her charms. On. the base of religion, my fair, let it rise, To crown us with blessings 'twas given, To bid our souls mount from the earth to the skies, And give us a foretaste of heaven, ii RURAL AMUSEMENTS. SPORTSMEN. YE sportsmen draw near, and ye sportswomen too, Who delight in the joys of the field, Mankind, tho' they blame, are all eager as you, And no one the contest will yield. His Lordship, his Worship, his Honour, his Grace, A hunting continually go, All ranks and degrees are engag'd in the chace, With hark forward, huzza, tally ho. II. The lawyer will rise with the first of the morn To hunt for a mortgage or deed ; The courtier gets up at the first of the dawn, And rides to the levee full speed ; The patriot i thrown in pursuit of the game; The poet too often lies low, Who, mounted on Pegasus, flies after fame, With hark forward, huzza, tally ho. III. While fearless o'er hills and o'er woodlands we sweep Tho' prudes on our pastime may frown, How oft do they Decency's bounds overleap, And the fences of Virtue break down? 11URAL AMUSEMENTS. 6j Thus public, or private, for pension, for place, For amusement, for passion, for shew, All ranks and degrees are engag'd in the chace, With hark-forward, huzza, tally ho. THE HERRING HUNT. Tune, Old Toxvler. I. THE morning dawns, the village cocks., Loud-crowing, clap their wings, Home hies in haste the prowling fox, The lark at Heav'n's gate sings. But yet this morn the early horn Does not ring thro' the dale, Nor. woods resound with opening hound, For to-day they hunt a trail With a hey ho, chivy, Harkforwards, tantivy. - II. Bloods snore in bed till morn is past, To sleep off last night's wine, Then rise to break-their slender fast, What time the peasants dine. 63 RURAL AMUSEMENTS. They boot and spur whilst breakfast waits, Then swig the nut-brown ale, The horses stamping at the gates, Then away to hunt the trail, With a hey ho, &e. nr. Jack goes before with herring salt r O'er hedge and ditch he flies ; But soon the dogs are at a fault, The huntsman cheerly cries : Again he puts them on the scent, Old Rockwood keeps the first, The hunters keen, on sport intent, Pursue the gallant burst With a hey ho, &c. IV. Scarce Pickle-herring now can run, He heavy drags along; Tis famous sport, 'tis glorious fun To join the jovial throng : But, see, old Rockwood runs him hard, In vain from him he fled ! The huntsman's horn the death has cheer'd, The cry is dead dead dead !. With a hey ho, &c. - . - RURAL OBJECTS. 6*5 / V, The chace thus done, fast home they hie, The dinner spreads the board, The ven'son haunch, the high-rais'd pye, The present of my lord : The humdrum squire tobacco smoaks, The ev'ning to prolong; The blood soaks wine, swears, cuts his jokes, And roars his hunting song With a hey ho, chivy, Harkfonvards, tantivy. THE FEATHER'D SONGSTERS. BY THE REV. RICHARD GRAVES*. I. AGAIN the balmy zephyr blows, Fresh verdure decks the grove, Each bird .with vernal rapture glows And tunes his notes to love. * Author of The Spiritual Quixote." 79 ftURAL OBJECTS. II. Ye gentle warblers, hither fly, And shun the noontide heat; My shrubs a cooling shade supply, My groves a safe retreat. III. Here freely hop from spray to spray, Or weave the mossy nest; Here rove and sing the livelong day, At night here sweetly rest. IV. Amidst this cool translucent rill, That trickles down the glade ; Here bathe your plumes, here drink ,your fill, And revel in the shade. V. No school-boy rude, to mischief prone, E'er shews his ruddy face, Or twangs his bow, or hurls a stone In this sequester'd place. VI. Hither the vocal thrush repairs, Secure the linnet sings ; The goldfinch dreads no slimy snares To clog he painted wings. aURAL OBJECTS. 71 VII. Sad nightingale ! ah ! quit thy haunt, Yon gentle woods among, And round my friendly grotto chaunt Thy sweetly plaintive song. VIII. Let not the harmless redbreast fear, Domestic bird, to come, And seek a sure asylum here, With one who loves his home. IX. My trees for you, ye artless tribe, Shall store of fruit preserve ; O ! let me thus your friendship bribe, Come, feed without reserve. X. For you these cherries I protect, To you these plums belong ; Sweet is the fruit that you have pickt, But sweeter far your song. XI. Then let this league betwixt us made, Our mutual interests guard ; Mine be the gift of fruit and shade, Your songs be my reward. 72 RURAL OBJECTS. THE CAPTIVE LINNET. From the Opera of " the Quaker." BY DIBDItf. THE captive linnet newly taken, Vainly strives and vents its rage ; With struggling pants, by hopes forsaken, And flutters in its golden cage. II. But once releas'd, to freedom soaring, Quickly on some neighbouring tree, It sings as if its thanks 'twere pouring, To bless the hand that set it free. RURAL OBJECTS. 73 THE TUNEFUL LARK. From the Opera of " the agreeable surprize." by o'keeie. THE tuneful lark, as soaring high . Upon its downy wings, With wonder views the vaulted sky, And mounting sweetly sings. II. Ambition swells its little breast, Suspended high in air ; But gently dropping to the nest, Finds real pleasure there. TOL. IX, 74 RURAL OBJECTS. THE PARENT BIRD. I. THE Parent Bird, whose little nest Is by its tender young possest, With spreading wings and downy breast, Does cherish them with love : But soon as Nature plumes their wings, And guides their flight to groves and springs, Quite unconcern'd the parent sings, Regardless where they rove. II. While, happier, we of human race, The lasting joys of life embrace, And still our best affections place, Where love's return'd again. Tho' children, as their years increase, Increase our fear, yet still 'tis peace, Paternal love will never cease, But ever will remain. RURAL OBJEC. 75 THE DOVES. Y COWPER. i. REAS'NING at ev'ry step he treads, Man yet mistakes his way, While meaner things, whom instinct leads* Are rarely known to stray. One silent eve I wander'd late, And heard the voice of love ; The turtle thus address'd her mate, And sooth 'd the listening dove : II. ** Our mutual bond of faith and truth, No time shall disengage ; Those blessings of our early youth Shall cheer our latest age. While innocence without disguise, And constancy sincere, Shall fill the "circles of those eyes, And mine can read them there. 2 76 RUEAL OBJECTS. III. '* Those ills that wait on all below Shall ne'er be felt by me, Or, gently felt, and only so, As being shar'd with thee. When lightnings flash among the trees, Or kites are hov'ring near, I fear lest thee alone they seize, And know no other fear. IV. " Tis then I feel myself a wife, And press thy wedded side, Resolv'd an union form'd for life Death never shall divide. But, oh ! if fickle and unchaste, (Forgive a transient thought) Thou could become unkind at last, And scorn thy present lot ; " No need of lightnings from on high, Or kites with cruel beak ; Denied the endearments of thine eye, This widow'd heart would break." Thus sang the sweet sequester'd bird, Soft as the passing wind, And I recorded what I heard A lesson for mankind. RURAL OBJECTS. 77' \ THE RINGDOVE. THE ringdove tends- her callow young, Delighted in her brood ; Her mate explores the fiel ds among, In search of needful food : While absent, silence keeps the grove, Her blest return meets notes of love. IL And, as my shepherd tells his tale, Regardful of his care, I'll hie me to the happy vale, His fruits and drink to bear : There', as I trip the mead along, We'll hail our meeting with- a song. J. p. e 3 78 RURAL, OBJECTS, THE ROBIN. I. DOMESTIC bird, whom wintry Waste To seek for human aid compel, To me for warmth and shelter fly, Welcome beneath my roof to dwell. Supplies, thy hunger to relieve, I'll daily at my window lay, Assured, that, daily, those supplies With grateful song thou wilt repay. II. Soon as the new-returning Spring, Shall call thee forth to woods and groves, Freely revisit then the scene, Which notes so sweet as thine approves. But if another Winter's frost Shall bring me back my guest again,. Again with music come prepar'd Thy friendly host to entertain. RURAL OBJECTS. 79 INVITATION TO THE REDBREAST, BY COWPER. 1. SWEET bird, whom the Winter constrains And seldom another it can To seek a retreat while he reigns, In the well-shelter'd dwellings of man, Who never can'st seem to intrude, Tho' in all places equally free, Come oft as the season is rude ! Thou art sure to be welcome to me. II. At sight of the first feeble ray, That pierces the clouds of the East, To inveigle thee every day My window shall shew thee a feast. For, taught by experience, I know Thee mindful of benefit long ; And that, thankful for all I bestow, Thou wilt pay me with many a song. E 4 80 SURAL OBJECTS* III. Then soon as the swell of the buds Bespeaks the renewal of Spring, Fly hence, if thou wilt, to the woods, Or where it shall please thee to sing ; And should'st thou, compell'd by a froft, Come again to my window or door, Doubt not an affectionate host ! Only pay as thou pay'dst me before. IV. Thus music must needs be confest To flow from a fountain above ! Else how should it work in the breast Unchangeable friendship and love : And who on the globe can be found, Save your generations and ours, That can be delighted by sound, Or boasts any musical pow'rs ? RURAL OBJECTS. 81 THE SWALLOW. From the French o/madame de la motte guion. TRANSLATED BY COWPER. I. I AM fond of the swallow I learn from her flight, Had I skill to improve it, a lesson of love : How seldom on earth do we see her alight ! She dwells in the skies, she is ever above. II. It is on the wing that she takes her repose, Suspended, and pois'd in the regions of air, Tis not in our fields that her sustenance grows, . It is wing'd like herself, 'tis ethereal fare. III. She comes in the Spring, all the Summer she stays, And dreading the cold still follows the stm So, true to our love, we should covet his rays, And the place where he shines not, immediately shun. e 5 HP HtfRAL OBJECTS. IV. Our light should be love, and our nourishment pray'r;. It is dangerous food" that we find upon earth, The fruit of this world is beset with a snare r Initself itis hurtful, as vile in its birth. V. Tis rarely, if ever, she settles below, And only when building a nest for her young ; Were it not for her brood she would never bestow A thought upon any thing filthy as dung. VI. Let us leave it ourselves ('tis a mortal abode) To bask ev'ry moment in infinite love ; Let us fly the dark Winter, and follow the road That leads to the day-spring appearing above THE CUCKOW. I. HAIL, beauteous stranger of the wood,. Attendant on the Spring! Now Heav'n repairs thy rural seat, And woods thy welcome sing. RURAL OBJECTS. 83 Soon as the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear : Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year? II. Delightful visitant! with thee I hail the time of flowers, When Heav'n is fill'd with music sweet Of birds among the bowers. The school-boy, wand' ring in the wood To pull the flowers so gay, Starts thy curious voice to hear, And imitates thy lay. III. Soon as the pea puts on the bloom, Thou fly'st thy vocal vale, An annual guest, in other lands, Another Spring to hail. Sweet bird! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever cleaf ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song y . No Winter in thy year ! bS 84 RURAL OBJECTS* THE BEE; OR, THE INNOCENT THIEF. BY COWPER. NOT a flow'r can be found in the fields, Or the spot that we till for our pleasure, Prom the largest to least, but it yields The Bee, never weary 'd, a treasure. II. Scarce any she quits unexplor'd, With a diligence truly exact ; Yet, steal what she may for her hoard, Leaves evidence none of the fact. III. Her lucrative task she pursues, And pilfers with so much address, That none of their odour they lose, Nor charm by their beauty the less. RURAL OBJECTS, 5 IV. Not thus inoffensively preys The canker-worm, in-dwelling foe ! His voracity not thus allays The sparrow, the finch, or the crow. V. The worm, more expensively fed, The pride of the garden devours ; And birds pick the seed from the bed, Still less to be spar'd than the flow'rs. VI. But she, with such delicate skill, Her pillage so fits for our use, That the chymist in vain with his still Would labour the like to produce. VII. Then grudge not her temperate meals, Nor a benefit blame as a theft ; Since, stole she not all that she steals, Neither honey nor wax would be left* g RURAL OBJECm- THE BEE. I. TO keep my gentle Bessy, What labours would seem hard ; Each toilsome task how easy, Her love the sweet reward. IT. The Bee, thus, uncomplaining, Esteems no toil severe ; The sweet reward obtaining, Of honey all the year. THE CRICKET. UY COWPER. I. LITTLE inmate, full of mirth, Chirping on my kitchen hearth, Wheresoe'er be thine abode, Always harbinger of good. RURAL OBJECTS. $7 Pay me for thy "warm retreat With a song more soft and sweet j In return thou shalt receive Such a strain as I can give. II. Thus thy praise shall be exprest, Inoffensive, welcome guest ! While the rat is on the scout, And the mouse with curious snout, With what vermin else infest Ev'ry dish, and spoil the best ; Frisking thus before the fire, Thou hast all thine heart's desire. III. , Tho' in voice and shape they be Form'd as if a-kin to thee, Thou surpassest, happier far, Happiest grasshoppers that are-; Theirs is but a Summer's song, Thine endures the Winter long, Unimpair'd and shrill and clear. Melody throughout the year. IV. Neither night, nor dawn of day, Puts a period to thy play : Sing then and extend thy span Far beyond the date of man. 88 RURAL OBJECTS. Wretched man, whose years are spent In repining discontent, Lives not, aged though he be, Half a span, compar'd with thee. THE GLOW-WORM. BY COWPER. I. BENEATH the hedge, or near the stream, A worm is known to stray ; That shows by night a lucid beam, Which disappears by day. II. Disputes have been and still prevail; From whence his rays proceed ; Some give that honour to his tail, And others to his head. III. But this is sure the hand of might, That kindles up the skies, Gives him a modicum of light . Proportioned to his size. RURAL OBJECTS. IV. Perhaps indulgent nature meant, By such a lamp bestow'd, To bid the trav'ler, as he went, Be careful where he trod. V. Nor crush a worm, whose useful light Might serve, however small, To shew a stumbling stone by night, And save him from a fall. VI. Whate'er she meant, this truth divine Is legible and plain, Tis pow'r almighty bids him shine, Nor bids him shine in vain. VII. Ye proud and wealthy, let this theme Teach humbler thoughts to you, Since such a reptile has its gem, And boasts its splendour too., 9 RURAL OBJECTS. THE GREEN CHAFER ON A WHITE ROSE. BY MIIS. CHARLOTTE. SMITH. YOU dwell within a lovely bower, Little Chafer, gold and green, Nestling in the fairest flower, The rose of snow, the garden's queenr There you drink the chrystal dew, And your shurds, as emeralds bright, And corslet, of the ruby's hue, Hide among the petals white. III. Your fringed feet may rest them there, And there your filmy wings may close ; But do not wound the flower so fair, That shelters you in sweet repose. IV. Insect, be not like him who dares On Pity's bosom to intrude, And then that gentle bosom tears With baseness and ingratitude* RURAL OBJECTS. $J. THE ROSE. BY COWPER. r. THE Rose had been wash'd, just wash'd in a shower, Which Mary to Anna convey'd, The plentiful moisture incumber'd the flower, And weighed down its beautiful head. II. The cup was all fill'd, and the leaves were all wet, And it seem'd to a fanciful view, To weep for the buds it had left with regret, On the flourishing bush where it grew. HI. I hastily seiz'd it, unfit as it was, For a nosegay, so dripping and drown'd j And swinging it rudely, too rudely, alas! I snapp'd it, it fell to the ground. IV. And such, I exclaim'd, is the pitiless part Some act by the delicate mind, Regardless of wringing and breaking a heart Already to sorrow resigned. 92 RURAL OBJECTS. V. This elegant rose, had I shaken it less, Might have bloom'd for its owner awhile, And the tear that is wip'd with a little address, May be follow'd perhaps by a smile. THE ROSE. I. SEE that beauteous blooming Rose, All its fragrant smiles disclose, Opening to the shining light, In its vernal glory bright, Seeming conscious of its pow'r, Over each inferior flow'r. IT. But what pity it must die ! That so charms the ravish'd eye ! Ah! your sweeter beauties must Crumble into shapeless dust ; Pale beneath a tombstone laid, Happy, sprightly, blooming maid. RURAL OBJECTS. $5 III. When the scehe of life is o'er, And those eyes shall shine no more, Then what solace could attend, Parent, lover, or a friend ; Did not your fair virtues say, We shall shine in endless day ? THE ROSE. BY DR. WATTS. I. HOW fair is the Rose! what a beautiful flow'r! The glory of April and May ! But the leaves are beginning to fade in an hour, And they wither and die in a day. II. Yet the Rose has one powerful virtue to boast, Above all the flowers of the field, When its leaves are all dead, and fine colours are lost, Still how sweet a perfume it will yield ! $4 RURAL OBJECTS. III. So frail is the youth, and the beauty of men, Though they bloom and look gay like the Rose But all our fond care to preserve them is vain ; Time kills them as fast as he goes. IV. Then I'll not be proud of my youth or my beauty, Since both of them wither and fade ; But gain a good name by well doing my duty ; This will scent like a Rose when I'm dead. THE WILD ROSE. OBSERVE the fragrant blushing Rose, THo' in the humble vale it spring, It smells as sweet, as fair it blows, As in the garden of a king : So calm content as oft is found compleai In the low cot, as in the lofty scat. ltUUAL OBJECTS. i)5 THE VIOLET. Tune, What virgin or shepherd. I. SERENE in the morning the lark leaves his nest, And sings a salute to the dawn ; The sun with his splendour embroiders the east, And brightens the dew on the lawn. "While the sons of debauch to indulgence give way, And slumber the prime of their hours, Let us, my dear Betsy, the garden survey, And make our remarks on the flow'rs. II. The gay gaudy tulip observe on yon walk, How flaunting the gloss of its vest ; How proud and how stately it stands on its stalk, In beauty's diversity drest, From the rose, the carnation, the pink, and the clove, What odours incessantly spring ; The South wafts a richer perfume to the grove, As he brushes the leaves with his wing. 96 RURAL OBJECTS. III. Apart from her sisters, in purple array, The violet humbly retreats j In modest concealment she peeps on the day, Yet none can excel her in sweets ; So humble (that tho' with unparallel'd grace, She might e'en a palace adorn) She oft in the hedge hides her innocent face, And grows at the foot of the thorn. IV. So beauty, my fair one, is doubly refin'd, When modesty heightens her charms ; When meekness, like thine, adds a gem to her mind, We wish to protect her from harms. Tho' the proud courtly dames from their state should descend, And with treasures await at my call, Tp thee my fond heart would with preference bend, And hail tjaee the vi'let of all. RURAL OBJECTS. 97 THE FADED WREATH. I. THE pride of eVry grove I chose, The vi'let sweet, the lily fair, The dappled pink and blushing rose, To deck my charming Lucy's hair. At morn the maid vouchsaf'd to place Upon her brow the various wreath ; The flow'rs less blooming than her face, The scent less fragrant than her breath. II. The rlow'rs she wore along the day, And ev'ry maid and shepherd said, That in her hair they look'd more gay, Than glowing in their native bed. Undrest at ev'ning, when she found Their colours lost, their odours past, She chang'd her look, and on the ground, llcr garland and her eye she cast. III. That eye dropt sense distinct and clear, As any muse's tongue could speak; When from its lid a pearly tear, . Ran trickling down her beauteous cheek. VOL. II. F $8 RURAL OBJECTS. Dissembling what I knew full well ; My love, my life, said I, explain This change of humour, prithee tell, That falling tear, what does it mean ? IV. She sigh'd, she smil'd, and to the flow'rs Pointing, the lovely moralist said, See, friend, in some few fleeting hours, See yonder what a change is made J Ah me! the blooming pride of May, And that of beauty are but one ; At noon both flourish bright and gay, Both fade at ev'ning, pale and gone. V. At dawn poor Sarah danc'd and sung, The amorous youths around her bow'd ; At night her fatal knell was rung, I saw and wept her in her shroud. Such as she is, who dy'd to-day, Such I, alas ! may be to-morrow ! Go, Henry, bid thy muse display The justice of thy Lucy's sorrow. B.CRAL OBJECXS. J*) "THE SAPLING OAK. From the Opera of " the siege of Belgrade." BY MR. COBB, The Sapling oak, lost in the dell, Where tangled brakes its beauties spoil, And ev'ry infant shoot repel, Droops, hopeless, o'er th' exhausted soil. At length the woodman clears around, Where'er the noxious thickets spread, And high-reviving o'er the ground, The forest monarch lifts his head. II. [And, thus, in ev'ry human mind. If Virtue there has gat a root, Yet Vice, like noxious weeds, we find, Repels and chokes the infant shoot. But when the, fost' ring parent's hand, To weed and clear, with care, shall strive, With op'ning worth it will expand, A healthy vig'rous plant will thrive. *.r.] f 2 100 RURAL OBJECTS. THE SHEEP AND THE BRAMBLE-BUSH. BY CUNNINGHAM. I. A THICK-TWISTED brake, in the time of a storm, Seem'd kindly to cover a sheep : So snug, for a while, he lay shelter'd and warm, It quietly sooth'd him to sleep. II. The clouds are now scatter'd the winds are at peace, The sheep to his pasture inclin'd : But ah ! the fell thicket lays hold of his fleece, His coat is left forfeit behind. III. My friends, who the thicket of law never try'd, Consider before you get in ; Tho' judgment and sentence are pass'd on your side, You may chance to be fleec'd to the skin. sailors' songs. 101 THE SAILOR. BY S. ROGERS, ESQ. I. THE Sailor sighs, as sinks his native shore, As all its lessening turrets bluely fade ; He climbs the mast to feast his eye once more, And busy Fancy fondly lends her aid. II. Ah! now, each dear, domestic scene he knew, Recall'd and cherish'd in a foreign clime, Charms with the magic of a moonlight view, Its colours mellow'd, not impair'd, by time, III. True as the needle, homeward points his heart, Thro' all the horrors of the stormy main ; This the last wish with which its warmth could part, To meet the smile of her he loves again. IV. When Morn first faintly draws her silver line, Or Eve's grey cloud descends to drink the wave ; When sea and sky in midnight darkness join, Still, still he views the parting look she gave. F 3 102 sailors' songs. V. Carv'd is her name in many a spicy grove, In many a plantain-forest, waving wide ; Where dusky youths in painted plumage rove, And giant palms o'er-arch the yellow tide. VI. But lo, at last he comes with crouded sail ! Lo, o'er the cliff what eager figures bend I And hark, what mingled murmurs swell the gale I In each he hears the welcome of a friend. VIL 'Tis she, 'tis she herself! she waves her hand I Soon is the anchor cast, the canvas furl'd ; Soon thro' the whitening surge he springs to land And clasps the maid he singled from the worlds WILLIAM AND MARY; on, THE SAILOR'S LOVE. Tune, Shannon's Jlowery banks. I. ONE Summer's eve, the western breeae Blew freshly to the shore, When up the channel steer'd the ship That home my William hoxe* sailors' SONOS. 103 With cheerful heart I gaily went To walk the sandy beach, Until my love from out the boat My longing arms should reach ; But ah! I found it was in vain, For still the niggard tide To bring the vessel into port Most churlishly denied. Yet there upon the deck I saw A streaming 'kerchief wave, And Fancy whisper'd 'twas my love, - The last fond gift I gave. II. The envious night drew near apace, The rain in torrents pour'd, The ruffling winds the ocean vex'd, The thunder loudly roar'd. The forked light'ning 'gan to play Amid the turbid sky ; One fated flash the vessel struck I heard a dismal cry. The thunder burst just over head Another livid blaze Shew'd me my gallant William's ship A wreck upon the seas. I tore ray hair, I frantic gaz'd, On William's name I cried, I begg'd of Heav'ri to spare his life I call'd, but none replied. F 4 104 SAILOHS' SONGS. III. All night upon the sea-beat shore, Amidst the howling storm, I ran distracted to and fro To find his lovely form. At length the morn, with ling'ring step, Th' expecting world did reach And shew'd me William dreadful sight !- A corpse upon the beach. Is this the end, fond maid, I cried, Of all thy hopes and fears ? Ihe sea has robb'd me once, and I Now drown thee with my tears. I clasp'd him fast within my arms I gaz'd with tend'rest look And life, unequal to the shock, My breaking heart forsook. IV. There in a cold embrace we lay At rest from this world's strife, 'Till a faint throb from William's heart Call'd Mary back to life. Swift thro' my veins my life-blood flow'd With genial warmth of love ; I look'd, and scarcely durst believe I saw his eye-lids move. sailors' songs. 105 " To life, to love, return again, Thy Mary calls" I cried And oh ! what rapture when I heard " My love, I come," replied : " Is it to thee my life I owe, Thou treasure of my heart?" " But you the same," said I, " bestow, And never more we'll part." j. p. THE LULLABY. From the Opera of " the pirates/' BY MR. COBB. I. PEACEFUL slumb'ring on the ocean, Seamen fear no danger nigh, The winds and waves in gentle motion, Soothe them with their lullaby. II. Is the wind tempestuous blowing ? Still no danger they descry, The guileless heart its boon bestowing; Soothes them with its lullaby. r 6 lOff SAILORS' SOSTGS; III. [For he, who, when the billows' rolling, Sets his trust in Him on High, 'Mid the tempest's fiercest howling, Still enjoys a lullaby. J. P.) DISCIPLINE. From " hanway's proposals for county nava! FREE-SCHOOLS. I. WHAT is man without invention Little better than a brute ! Sloth's the parent of Dissention ! Virtue stops not to dispute. Search in old or modern story, And your curious eye will find, Discipline's the path to glory, Pride, the curse of human kind. sailors' song*. 10 ? n. Ask why any ruin'd city Sunk to civil rage a prey ? Riot knew no sense of pity ; Fell Disorder vul'd the day ! Ev'ry Fury gains th' ascendant, In a temper unsubdu'd ; Ev'ry comfort waits attendant On the disciplin'd and good. III. Vain is every kind endeavour To prevent a nation's woe, If the sons of Freedom never Know the lengths she ought to go : Vain is ev'ry fleet or army, Tho' conducted by the brave ; When a host of foes would harm ye, Discipline it is must save. IV. [Order has its birth from Ileav'n, All things made its power own, The sun to rise his hour has given, And the moon her going down. Study then, in all its beauty, Discipline's great sway confess ; Trust in HeaVn, perform your duty, Doubt not to ensure success. J.T.I 10S sailors' songs. THE LIFE-BOAT: Addressed to Mr. Greathead, the Inventor. BY DR. TROTTER. Apjtpmfvpvot, roc. ith ffurr^ix vt^Trofxivcc ctfwia*. HESYCH. WHEN wintry winds and scowling skies, O'er all the troubled ocean spread ; And from the seaman's wishful eyes The dear-lov'd views of port were fled : While, bursting from the brooding storm, Disaster frown'd in ev'ry form ; Above the forked light'nings roam, Beneath the yawning billows foam : Ah ! then, through all the dark profound, No friendly star emits a ray, Till midnight horrors close him round, Nor leave one hope of faint reviving day. The Amphiprmnna (or vessels ina !e with both ends alike are a kind of ships, sent upon any salutary occasion. Se< Bryant's Analysis of Ancient Mythology, vol. ii. p. 2'24. Sei lo the vignette at the end of yol. iii. of the same work. SAILORS SONGS. 109 II. Haply, return' d from glorious war, Where Britain's fleets triumphant roll, That bear her naval genius far, And waft her fame to either pole, His stately bark some lover bore, Who sought his long-lost native shore; And after many a gallant toil, Now claiin'd reward in Beauty's smile : Or rising in a husband's mind, The thoughts of wife and children burn ; Where Hope still paints in visions kind, The kiss that fondly waits his wish'd return. III. Haply some ycuth to duty train'd, Safe from a sickly climate's harms, Whom Virtue's purest paths sustain'd, Returns to bless a parent's arms ; Who for a sister's dowry gave The fairest gem that 'scap'd the wave From distant lands and sultry glades, He pants to meet his native shades ; But, hark! the tempest louder roars ! Beneath them yawns a watery grave ! The vessel strikes on rocky shores ! Oh ! save them, Heav'n ! in thy groat pity, save ! 110 SOLDIBRS r SOXTGSr IV. Thine was the task, adventurous man f To snatch the victim from the wave ; Blest be the head that form'd the plan, The heart that had the wish to save ! Impell'd by nice mechanic arts, The well-trimm'd skiff its aid imparts - T The deep yields up its half-won prey, And sinking eye-balls beam with day ! A gift beyond the poet's flame, A grateful crew with thanks shall burn, And Greathead shine in deathless fame, While Lovg and Friendship hail the Tar's return. THE END OF WAR. From " THE LAKERS." THOUGH in War's restless field for a time I must serve, Yet Beauty has surely a claim ; From the dictates of Honour my heart will not swerve, Nor reject the bright triumph of Fame : SOLDIERS SONGS. 11) But vain is all conquest, the triumph how vain, A trifle not worth our regard, Unless the dear blessing of Peace to regain, Domestic content the reward. THE MARCH. From the same. WHEN the fife and the drum shall muster the band,. And the troops for the March shall prepare, When you, at their head, give the word of com- mand, And the trumpet's shrill clang rends the air : II, With a heart beating high in response to their notes, Whilst their banners are flouting the wind, And the full tide of war in the atmosphere floats, Pleas'd I'll follow in safety behind. III. If the battle should rage, in the midst of the strife, To the Guardian of Virtue I'd cry, To restore you, unharm'cl, to the arms of youf wife, Or to soothe your last breath as you die. 112 soldiers' songs. THE BEGGAR. From the same. I. * OPPRESS'D with grief, depriv'd of sight, My cheerful day is turn'd to night, For all is dark to me ; No house to shelter o'er my head, And forc'd to beg my daily bread ; Pray bestow your charity. II. Your battles I have fought abroad, Whilst you were at your festive board, And all was mirth and glee ; Then, cold and hunger'd have I lain Upon the damp and desert plain : Pray bestow your charity. III. A trifle now is all I crave To rescue from the gaping grave My faithful dog and me. O give and for the friendly boon, Just Heav'n shall show'r his mercies down Pray bestow your charity. FRIENDSHIP. 113 THE FRIEND. (D. vi, ch. 7. of " enfield's exercises in elocu- tion VERSIFIED.") j CONCERNING this man you so loudly commend, And flippantly grace with the name of My Friejid, O say, when misfortunes upon you shall press, Will he shed his tear with you i'th' day of distress ? To your face will he faithfully actions reprove, For which others ridicule when you remove. Will he dare to stand forth in defence of your fame, When Detraction against you his weapons shall aim ? II. Will he, 'mid your superiors, as friendly appear,- As when pride and vanity don't interfere? If crosses and losses should make you retire From all those distinctions to which you aspire, Will he still in your company think himself blest, Nor his pride of a profitless neighbour divest ? Will he still take delight to avow he's your friend, And with Cheerful ness still 'midst your sorrows at- tend ? 114 TRIENDSHIP. III. When sickness shall call you from scenes now so gay, To your gloom will he hasten your cares to allay ? And when death, at length, shall oblige you to part, Will he cherish your memory dearly at heart? To yqur grave will he often in friendship repair, With a sigh of regret on your dust shed a tear ? Who does not, to Jiatter y seduce, may attend, A companion but, trust me, he is not your fhiend. j. p. FRIENDSHIP. BY COWPEIU I. WHO seeks a Friend, should come disposal T' exhibit in full bloom disclos'd The graces and the beauties That form the character he seeks, For 'tis an union that bespeaks Reciprocated duties. Mutual attention is implied, And equal truth on either side, And constantly supported ; Tis senseless arrogance t' accuse Another of sinister views, Our own as much distorted*. FRIENDSHIP. 115 II. But will sincerity suffice ? It is indeed above all price, And must be made the basis ; But ev'ry virtue of the soul Must constitute the charming whole,. All shining in their places. A fretful temper will divide The closest knot that may be tied, By ceaseless sharp corrosion; A temper passionate and fierce May suddenly your joys disperse At one immense explosion. III. Then judge yourself, and prove your mart,, As circumspectly as you can, And having made election, Beware no negligence of yours, Such as a friend but ill endures, Enfeeble his affection. That secrets are a sacred trust, Thai friends should be sincere and just, That constancy befits them, Are observations on the case That savour much of common place^ And all the world admits them. FRIENDSHIP. IV. As similarity of mind, Or something not to be defin'd, First fixes our attention ; So manners decent and polite, The same we practis'd at first sight, Must save it from declension. The man I trust, if shy to me, Shall find me as reserv'd as he, No subterfuge or pleading Shall win my confidence again, ' I will by no means entertain A spy on my proceeding, V. These samples for alas ! at last There are but samples and a taste Of evils yet unmention'd May prove the task a task indeed, In which 'tis much if we succeed, However well-intention'd. Pursue the search, and you will find Good sense and knowledge of mankind At least to be expedient, And after summing all the rest, Religion ruling in the breast A principal ingredient. FRIENDSHIP. 11 VI. The noblest friendship ever shewn Our Saviour's history makes known, Tho' some have turn'd and turn'd it, And whether being craz'd or blind, Or seeking with a bias'd mind, Have not, it seems, discern'd it. Oh Friendship ! if my soul forego Thy dear delight while here below ; To mortify and grieve me, May I myself at last appear Unworthy, base, or insincere, Or may my friend deceive me. THE FRIEND AND FOE. From the Pantomime of " harlequin and faust us." I. THE silver beam's obscur'd in sable gloom, A serpent lurks beneath the roseate bloom ; But 'tis the voice of Heav'n, that gives to know, Where bides true Friends, and where the hidden fo 115 LOVE. II. With smiles approaching ah! how good, how kind Whilst selfish preservation creeps behind. His purpose serv'd, where now the cordial friend, The mask is dropt, and lo! behold the fiend. BROTHERLY LOVE. "SWEET is day to night succeeding, As the rosy hours advance, And the playful zephyrs leading In fantastic mingled dance. After furious tempests raging, As the whirlwinds sink to rest, Milder airs with soft assuaging, Soothe each terror they imprest. Yet nought from Nature we approve, Like hate converted into love. J. p. LOVfc. 11,( AFFECTION. From the Opera of " the pirates." BY ME. COBB. I. IN childhood's careless happy day, When Nature speaks, unspoil'd by art, Affection mark'd our infant play, And fix'd its root in either heart. Its growth would ev'ry hour discover ; Say then, ah ! can I cease to love her ? II. Oppress'd by sickness, languid, weak, Attentions kind did she bestow ; And bade upon my pallid cheek, Reviving health and joy to glow. New kindness would each hour discover; Say, then, ah ! can I cease to love her ? 120 LOVE. LOVE. A Duet, from the Pantomime of " oscar and MALVINA." Tune, Kauld Kale in Aberdeen. - I. O! ever in my bosom live, Thou source of endless pleasure ! Since nothing else on earth can give So dear, so rich a treasure. True love, perhaps, may bring alarms, But if the child of reason, It adds to Summer greater charms, And cheers the Wint'ry season. II. The lustre of the great and gay, Is transitory fashion; Whilst pure and lasting is the ray Of unaffected passion : When danger threats the peasant's cot, And cruel cares assail it ; Affection's smiles shall soothe his lot, Or bid him not bewail it. LOVE. 12i III. Then let us each, on each rely, A mutual transport borrow ; The slavish forms of life defy, And artificial sorrow. Content, we'll sport, and laugh and sing, Grow livelier and jocoser; While Time, that flits on envious wing, Will bind our hearts the closer. VIRTUOUS LOVE. BY THE REV. THOMAS FITZGEEALD. I. THE charms which blooming beauty shows From faces heav'nly fair, We to the lily and the rose, With semblance apt compare. II. W r ith semblance apt, for ah! how soon. How soon they all decay ! The lily droops, the Tose is gone, And beauty fades away. VOL. II. G VZ2 LOVE. III. But when bright Virtue shines confest, With sweet Discretion join'd ; When Mildness calms the peaceful breast, And Wisdom guides the mind ; IV. When charms like these, dear maid, conspire Thy person to approve, They kindle generous chaste desire, And everlasting love. V. Beyond the reach of time or fate These graces shall endure; Still, like the passion they create, Eternal, constant, pure. LOVE. 123 TRUE LOVE. From the Opera of " the maid of the mill." BY BICKERSTAFF. I. OH talk not to me of the wealth she possesses, My hopes and my views to herself I confine ; The splendor of riches but slightly impresses A heart that is' fraught with a passion like mine. II. By love, only love, should our souls be cemented, No int'rest, no motive, but that would I own j With her in a cottage be blest and contented, And wretched without her, tho' plac'd on a throne* o 2 121 LOVE. THE MAN THAT I LOVE. From " THE MAID OF THE MILL." I. WITH the man that I love, was I destin'd to dwell, On a mountain, a moor, in a cot, in a cell, Retreats the most barren, most desert, would be More pleasing than courts, or a palace, to me. II. Let the vain and the venal, in wedlock aspire To what folly esteems and the vulgar admire ; I yield them the bliss where their wishes are plac'tf, Insensible creatures! 'tis all they can taste. THE PRICE OF LOVE. WRITTEN BY LORD LANSDOWN. I. Why, cruel creatures, why so bent To vex a tender heart, To gold and title you relent, In vain Love throws his dart ! LOVE. 1*25 II. Let gar tor' (1 knights in courts be great, For pay let armies move ; Beauty should have no other bait, But gentle vows and love. III. If on thy charms you think to lay The value that's their due, Kings are themselves too poor to pay, Their subjects all too few. IV. But if a passion without vice, Without disguise or art, O Mary, if true love's your price, Behold it in my heart. ; 3 326" LOVE. CAUTIOUS LOVE, IV CUNNINGHAM. I. YE tender maids, be timety wise! Love's wanton fury shun ! In flight alone your safety lies, The daring are undone ! II. Do blue-ey'd doves, serenely mild, With vultures fell engage ? Do lambs provoke the lion wild, Or tempt the tyger's rage ? III. No, no, like fawns, ye virgins fly, To secret cells remove ; Nor dare the doubtful combat try 'Twixt Chastity and Love. LOVE. 127 ARE YE FAIR AS OPENING ROSES, From the musical Entertainment of" my grand- mother." by frixce hoare, esq. ARE ye fair as opening roses, Tender maidens, ah ! beware ; When its bloom the heart discloses, Love will find a dwelling there : Prudence then in vain opposes. Youth is never wise as fair. THE DAWN OF LOVE. From the Comedy of " uuaha ; or the Illumine.' BY W. ROB. SPENCER, ESQ. I. IF guardian pow'rs preside above, Who still extend to virtuous love A tutelary care ; The virgin-bosom's earliest dole, The first-born passion of the soul, Must find protection there. G 4 12* LOVE, II. Never can noon's maturer ray That charm of orient light display, Which morning suns impart ; So can no later passion prove That glow which gilds the dawn of love, The day-spring of the heart ! HOW BLEST THE MAID. From " love in a village." BY B1CKERSTAFF. HOW blest the maid, whose bosom No headstrong passion knows, Her days in joy she passes, Her nights in calm repose. Where'er her fancy leads her, No pain, no fear invades her; But pleasure Without measure From ev'ry object flows* LOVE. V29 FEMALE CONSTJKCT. I. GENTLE Harry, cease to woo me, /ris in vain you thus pursue me, Sighs and tears cannot subdue me, Nor can change my constant heart ; Gentle William's generous passion, Taught me first soft inclination, Never shall your soft persuasion, Make me act a treach'rous part. Gentle Harry, &c. II. Cease, O cease, then this complaining, Such perfidious arts disdaining, JLet bright honour once more reigning,. To your soul its joys impart. Gentle Harry, &c. g 5 1VE THE SLIGHTED MAIDEN. From " THE METRICAL MISCELLANY." BY MISS C . I. THE tears I shed must ever fall, I mourn not for an absent swain, For thoughts may past delights recall, And parted lovers meet again. I weep not for the silent dead, Their toils are past, their sorrows o'er; And those they lov'd their steps shall tread, And death shall join to part no more. II. Though boundless oceans roll'd between, If certain that his heart is near, A conscious transport glads each scene, Soft is the sigh, and sweet the tear. E'en when by Death's cold hand remov'd, We mourn the tenant of the tomb, To think that e'en in death he lov'd, Can gild the horrors of the gloom. 6 LOVE* 131 III. But bitter, bitter are the tears Of her who slighted love bewails, No hope her dreary prospect cheers, No pleasing melancholy hails. Her's are the pangs of wounded Pride, Of blasted Hope of wither'd Joy, The flatt'ring veil is rent aside, The flame of love burns to destroy. IV. In vain does memory renew The hours once ting'd in Transport's dye ; The sad reverse soon starts to view, And turns the past to agony. E'en Time itself despairs to cure Those pangs to ev'ry feeling due ; Ungenerous youth ! thy boast how poor ! To win a heart and break it too. V. No cold approach, no alter'd mien, Just what would make Suspicion start, No pause the dire extremes between ; He made me blest, and broke my heart. From Hope, the wretch's anchor, torn, Neglected and neglecting all, Friendless, forsaken, and forlorn, The tears I shed must ever fall. G 6 J 32 I,ovk. THE SEDUCER, From " love in a village." I. CEASE, gay Seducer, pride to take In triumphs o'er the fair ; Since clowns as well can act the rake, As those in higher sphere. II. Where then, to shun a shameful fate, Shall hapless beauty go? In ev'ry rank, in ev'ry state, Poor woman finds a foe. III. [By Chastity, if strongly arm'd, Fear not, O lovely maid, From Virtue's path you'll ne'er be charm 'd, Nor be by man betra/d. j. p.] XOve. 133 THE FORSAKEN DAMSEL. Tune, 'Twos when the seas were roaring, I. IT was a Winter's evening, and fast came down the snow, And keenly o'er the wide heath the bitter blast did blow, When a damsel all forlorn, quite bewildered in her way, Prest her baby to her bosom, and sadly thus did say. II. Oh cruel was my father, that shut his door on me, And cruel was my mother that such a sight could see, And cruel is the wint'ry wind that chills my heart with cold, But crueller than all, the lad that left my love for gold! III. Hush, hush, ray lovely baby, and warm thee in my breast ; Ah tittle thinks thy father how sadly we're distrest ; 134 LOVE. For cruel as he is, did he know but how we fare, He'd shield us in his arras from this bitter piercing air. IV. Cold, cold, my dearest jewel! thy little life is gone: Oh let my tears revive thee, so warm that trickle down: My tears that gush so warm, oh they freeze before they fall : Ah wretched, wretched mother ! thou'rt now bereft of all. V. ifhcn down she sunk despairing upon the drifted snow, And wrung with killing anguish, lamented loud her woe ; She kiss'd her baby's pale lips, and laid it by her side ; Then cast her eyes to Heav'n, then bow'd her head, and died. LorE. l&S THE WOUNDED DEER. THE wounded Deer flies swift away, The bearded arrow in his side ; Still vainly hoping that he may, Mix'd with the herd, 'scape unespy'd. II. But oh ! the moment that they see The streaming blood flow from his wound, They shun him in his misery, And leave him dying on the ground. III. Thus the poor nymph, who, sore distrest, Has gaz'd her liberty away, To all the world becomes a jest, And falls, of sland'rous tongues the prey. 136 Lore. THE FLY, I. SEE that insect, proud and vain, Around the taper buz in pain, Scorch'd by the dazzling fire : Pleas'd with the candle's glittering light, Too near approaching kills him quite, And in the flame expire. II. Attracted thus, by Beauty's charms, Each youthful heart is in alarms, And hovers round the Fair : Till, by the radiance from her eyes,. The hapless swains, like silly flies, Are kill'd and disappear.. LOVB. 137 BEAUTY. . I. SEE you Acacia's beauties fly With ev'ry blast of wind : So cv'ry year will beauty fade, And wrinkles leave behind. II. Then be not of your beauty vain, But cultivate your mind ; Then shall we see that ev'ry year Improvement leaves behind. BEAUTY. From " love in a village." I. HOW much superior beauty awes, The coldest bosoms find ; But with resistless force it draws, To sense and sweetness jojn'd. J38 iove. II. The casket, where, to outward shew, 'Hie workman's art is seen, Is doubly valu'd, when we know It holds a gem within. BEAUTY'S VALUE. BY SHAKSPEARE. I. BEAUTY is but a vain, a fleeting good, A shining gloss that fadeth suddenly, A flow'r that dies when almost in the bud, A brittle glass that breaketh presently. A fleeting good, a gloss, a glass, a flow'r, Lost, faded, broken, dead, within an hour. II. As goods, when lost, we know are seldom found, As faded gloss no rubbing can excite, As flow'rs, when dead, are trampled on the ground y As broken glass no cement can unite, So beauty, blemish'd once, is ever lost, In spite of physic, painting, pains, and cost. LOVE. 139 ADVICE TO THE FAIR. I. YE Fair, possess' d of ev'ry charm To captivate the will; Whose smiles can rage itself disarm, Whose frowns at once can kill ; Say will you deign the verse to hear) Where flatt'ry bears no part; An honesLverse that flows sincere And candid from the heart? II. Great is your pow'r; but, greater yet, Mankind it might engage, If, as ye all can make a net, Ye all could make a cage : Each nymph a thousand hearts may take; For who's to beauty blind ? But to what end a pris'ner make, Unless you've strength to bind? III. Attend the counsel often told, Too often told in vain, Learn that best art, the art to hold And lock the lover's chain. HO LOVE. Gamesters to little purpose win, Who lose again as fasi ; Tho* Beauty may the charm begin, Tis sweetness makes it last. THE INSTRUCTIVE RAMBLE. I. AWAKE, my fair, the morning springs, The dew-drops glance around ; The heifer lows, the blackbird sings, The echoing vales resound. The simple sweets would Mary taste, That breathing morning yields ; The fragrance of the flow'ry waste, The freshness of the fields. II. By uplands and the greenwood side, We'll take our early way, And view the valley spreading wide, And op'ning with the day. Nor uninstructive shall the scene Unfold its charms in vain ; The fallow brown, the meadow green, The mountain and the plain. LOVE. 141 III. Each dew-drop glistening on the thorn, And trembling to its fall ; Each blush that paints the cheek of morn, In fancy's ear shall call. O ye! in youth and beauty's pride, Who lightly dance along ; While laughter frolics at your side, And rapture tunes your song: IV. What tho' each grace around you play, Each beauty blooms for you, Warm as the blush of -rising day, And sparkling as the dew. The blush that glows so gaily now, But glows to disappear, And quivering from the bending bough, Soon breaks the pearly tear. V. To pass the beauties of your prime, That e'en in blooming die, So shrinking at the blast of time, The treach'rous graces fly. Let those, my Mary, slight the strain, Who fear to find it true ; Each fair of transient beauty vain, And youth as transient top. 14? LOVE. VI. With charms that win beyond the sight, And hold the willing heart, My Mary shall await their flight, Nor sigh when they depart. Still graces shall remain behind, And beauties shall controul, The graces of the polish'd mind, And beauties of the soul. THE LIFE WHICH LOVE ENDEARS, from the Opera of " MARIAN.* WRITTEN BY MRS. BROOK. I. YE happy pairs, sincere and kind, Tis here you taste each joy reiin'd; Fair Truth and Love delight to dwell At yonder cottage on the dell. II. How dear sweet Marian's artless sighs ; Her's the mild eloquence of eyes, When Constancy's all-cheering ray Drives ev'ry jealous thought away. LOVE. 143 III. Light as the fairy step at morn, Swift passing o'er th' unbending corn ; All other pleasures weakly move, The heart awake to generous love. IV. Far hence be doubt and tender fears ! How blest the life which love endears ! When Truth informs the glowing cheek, O Love; thy transports, who can speak. THE GENEROUS MAID. I. WHY should I my passion smother, Or the man I love torment, Frowns may drive him to another, Then too late I may repent. II. Often has he fondly woo'd me, Yet I always seemed coy : Tho' in pleasing strains he sued me, 'Gainst my will I did deny. 14-* LOtE. III. Thus we force ourselves to suffer, Slighting what we so much prize j Yet it's easy to discover Our own thoughts within our eyes. PASSION'S SWAY. From the Opera of " new spain." BY Mil. SCAWEN. I. TO shun the gay and gaudy bower, To seek the hut obscure and low, To laugh at fame, to fly from power, If mighty love but will it so, Is but poorly to obey Passion's sweet but rigid sway. II. To deem the flint a bed of down, The wild woods' fruits delicious food, To mock mankind's united frown, If such to mighty love seem good, Is but poorly to obey, Passion's sweet but rigid sway. LOV. 1 45 INTERESTED LOVE. _ HAPPY the world in that blest age, When beauty was not bought and sold, When the fair mind was uninflam'd With the mean thirst of baneful gold. . II. Then the kind shepherd, when he sigh'd, The swain, whose dog was all his wealth, Was not by cruel parents fore'd To breathe the am'rous vow by stealth. III. Now the first question fathers aik, When for their girls fond lovers sue, Is,' What's the settlement you'll make * You're poor! he flings the door at you-,. VOL. XX. H 146" LOVE. THE VIRGIN. I. PURE as the ncw-fall'n snow appears The spotless Virgin's fame, Unsully'd white her bosom bears, As fair her form and fame. II. But when she's soil'd, her lustre greets Th' admiring eye no more ; She sinks to mud, denies the streets, And swells the common shore. YE VIRGIN FEARS. BY MRS. TAYLOR. I. YE Virgin Fears, defend my heart From am'rous looks and smiles, From saucy love, or nicer art, Which most our sex beguiles. love. 147 From sighs, from vows, from awful fears. That do to pity move, From speaking silence, and from tears, Those springs that water love. III. But if through passion I grow blind, Let honour be my guide ; And where frail Nature seems Inclin'd, Place Virtue at my side. IV. A heart, whose flames are seen, tho' pure, Needs every Virtue's aid, And those who think themselves secure, The soonest are betray'd. THE CONSTANT MAIDEN. I. YOUNG Robert strives my love to gain, He sighs, he courts me, but in Vain ; His looks express a heartfelt grief, But! cannot afford relief. H 2 143 LOVE. II. Unhappy Robert, thus to love One whom thy passion ne'er can move! Sincere I told him o'er and o'er, I'd plcdg'd my word and truth before. III. I begg'd he would perplex no more, Vain were his sighs, more vain his pow'r ; Unhappy Robert, thus to love One whom thy passion ne'er can move ! IV. When you persuade the constant dove To leave her mate, inconstant prove ; Then, ne'er till then, will I agree To quit my love, who loves like me. THE BEAUTEOUS MIND. I. NOT on Beauty's transient pleasure, Which no real joys impart, Not on heaps of sordid treasure, Did I fix my youthful heart. LOVE. 1 19 II. 'Twas not Hannah's perfect feature, Did the fickle wanderer bind ; Nor her form, the boast of nature, Twos alone her beauteous mind. III. Take, ye swains, the real blessing, That will joys for life insure ; The virtuous mind alone possessing, - Will your lasting bliss secure. THE SMILE OF GOOD TEMPER. From " THE LAKERS." I. IT was not her form, nor her features so fair, Her eloquent eye, nor her fine flowkig hair, Nor her wit, her good sense, nor her grace ; A.11 these had their part, But what captur'd my heart Was the smile that beam'd sweet in her face, ii 3 150 LOVE. II. The form it may fade, and the features may c!Tange } Oft Wit, by its malice, true love will estrange, And the heart its poor victim will spurn ; But the flame I desire Burns like Vesta's pure fire, JTor the Smile of Good Temper's^tcrne. THE REPROOF. I. YOU tell me I'm handsome, I know not how true, And easy and chatty, and good-humour* d too, That my lips are as red as the rosebud in June, And my voice, like the nightingale's, sweetly in tunc; All this has been told me by twenty before, But he that would win me must flatter me more. II. Jl Beauty from Virtue receive no supply; Or prattle from Prudence, how wanton am I! My ease and good-humour short raptures will bring, My voice, like the nightingale's, know but a Spring; For charms such as these then your praises give o'er; To love roe for life, you must love me still more. LOVE. III. 1*1 Then talk to me not of a shape or an air, Maria, the wanton, can rival me there j 'Tis Virtue alone that makes Beauty look gay, And heightens good-humour as sunshine the day ; For this, if you love me, your flame may be true, And I, in my turn, may be taught to love loo. HAPPY ART OF PLEASING. I. HAPPY, happy art of pleasing, Inmate of a social breast ; Pleasure yielding, joy increasing, Spring of Love and Friendship blest,' II. Would you gain this art endearingj Courteous be, obliging, kind ; Let sweet converse, lively, cheering, With good humour charm the mind. H 4 15:2 i-jovE, ii r. Temper churlish, humour teazing ; Manner haughty, scornful, vain, These possess no power of pleasing, Those but give disgust and pain. PLAIN TRUTH. I. THO' fanciful lovers, who sing of the fair, To angel or goddess their charmers compare, In soft soothing sonnets their beauties rehearse, And boast of their charms in a rapturous verse ; Tho' I love the dear creatures, such stuff I detest, For believe me, ye fair ones, Plain Truth is the lest. II. They'll tell you your cheeks with the rose-bud may vie, The diamond looks dim when compared with your eye; Nay more to deceive you, they'll swear it is true, That Venus herself is a dowdy to you ; But such stupid nonsense believe it a jest, For trust me, ye fair ones, Plain Truth is the best. LOVE. 15$ III. Tho* finical fops may your passion commend, A flatterer never was yet a true friend : 'Tis not the fair face, tho* it blooms like the rose, 'Tis not the bright eye that the diamond out-glows, 'Tis only good-humour gives beauty a zest ; Nay start not, ye fair ones, Plain Truth is the best. IV. Then would you, ye lovers, succeed with the fair, Be manly, and Flattery's delusion forbear ; In love, as in battle, your honour maintain, : Be honest, be faithful, and speak your mind plain ; Impart the fond passion that glows in your breast, And, believe me, you'll find, that Plain Truth is the best. MODESTT. I. FORGIVE, ye fair, nor take it wrong, If aught too much I do. Permit me while I sing my song, To give a lesson too. a 5 LOVE, Let Modesty, that heav'n-born maid, Your words and actions grace : Tis this, and only this, can add New lustre to your face. II. Tis this which paints the virgin's checks, Beyond the pow'r of art ; And ev'ry real blush bespeaks The goodness of the heart. This index of the virtuous mind, Your lovers will adore ; This, this will leave a charm behind, When bloom can charm no more. III. Inspir'd by this, to idle men With nice reserve behave, And learn by distance to maintain The power your beauty gave; For this, when beauty must decay. Your empire will protect ; The Wanton pleases for a day, But ne'er creates respect. IV. With this their silly jests reprove, When coxcombs dare intrude ; Nor think the man is worth your lov, Who ventures to be rude. love. i55 Your charms, when cheap, will ever fall, They sully with a touch, Tho' meaning not to grant them all. You often grant too much. V. But, patient, let each virtuous fair, Expect the generous youth, Whom Heav'n has doom'd her heart to share, And blest with love and truth. For him alone reserve her hand, And wait the happy day, When he, with justice, may command, And she, with joy, obey. . TENDER HEARTS. I. TENDER hearts to ev'ry passion Stilt their freedom would betray : But how calm is inclination, When our reason bears the sway ! h 6 LOVE. II. Swains themselves, while they pursue us r Often teach us to deny ; While we fly they fondly woo us, If we grow too fond they fly. REASONABLE LOVE. WRITTEN BY GEORGE WITHER* L SHALL I, wasting in despair, Die because a woman's fair ? Shall my cheeks took pale with care, Tho' another's rosy are? Be she fairer than the day, Or the flow'ry meads in May ; Yet, if she ihink not welT of mc, What care I how fair she be 2 II. Shall a woman's goodness move Me to perish for her love ; Or her worthy merits known, Make me quite forget my own ? LOVE. 157 Be she with that goodness blest, As may merit name the best, Yet, if she be not such to me, What care 1 how good she be. * If her fortune seems too high, Shall I play the fool and die? Those that bear a noble mind, Where they want of riches find, Think what with them they would do, That without them dare to woo ; And unless that mind I see, What care I tho' great she be, IV. Be she good, or kind or fair, I will never more despair ; If she love me, this believe, I will die e'er she shall grieve; If she slight me when I woo, I will leave and let her go : Yet, if she be not lit for me, For another let her be. 153 LO*R. THE PRUDENT LOVER. I. WERE love a sweet passion, how blest should I be, No mortal could e'er be so happy as me! But, O ! it torments me, it tortures my breast, It rifles my senses, it robs me of rest ; Long time I've been captive to Cath'rine's bright eyes, Her bloom and her beauty first gave the surprize; But soon I found out by the pride of her heart, That her bloom and her beauty were govern'd by art. II. I then took my leave of this prodigal dame, And strove all I could to extinguish the flame ; But still on my thoughts her sweet converse remains, So love is a burden, and heavy the chains. Then hear, O ye youths ! and this maxim pursue, Let beauty ne'er sway you, nor pride e'er subdue, But place your affections where virtue remains, Th.cn love will be pleasing, and easy the chains. OVE. THE YOUNG MAN'S CAUTION. BY THE REVEREND GEORGE WEALE, A. B. OF MAGDALEN HALL, OXFORD. I. No more shall fickle fancy prove A foe to thoughtless youth ; The treacherous art of female love, Experience tells with truth. / II. The artful bloom of maiden blush, Attracts the careless eye ; Which trial proves not worth a rush, And ev'ry vow a lie. III. The dimpled cheek, and simp'ring smile, Are superficial charms; Which many an honest heart beguile, Yet prove but false alarms. IV. The fervent flame, the vain pretence, A captive frequent gains; Which proves the frailty of man's sense, Who takes for pleasure pains. iCO LOVE. V. A serious thought, ye swains, repair, Let Prudence be your shield ; And when ye seek the sex, tho' fair, With caution take the field. VI. Too rapid progress proves delay, Reflection's most secure ; All random steps must lead astray, But Reason iniides most sure. FISHING DUET. From the Pantomime of " bos jtax.'* i- TIIUS for men the women fair, Lay the cunning,, cunning snare ; While, like fish, the men will rove r And with beauty fall in love. What is beauty but a bait, Oft repented when too late. LOVE. 16'1 II. If too late you seize the prize, Now displayed before the eyes, How you'll rue, when all is past, Wedlock's hook which holds you fast. Ere you marry, then, beware, "lis a blessing or a snare. THE CHOICE OF A WIFE. Tune, In choice of a husband agreeable suRrnizj. IN the Choice of a Wife to three things I object, As each forms, to my mind, a most mighty defect ; To Beauty, to Fortune, and greatness of Birth, As such modern grace shews of ancient a dearth ; And to these I would add, but for fear of alarm, That the lady I seek must not boast a white arm. II. Oh! methinks I at once hear the world all exclaim, Each belle and each beau with their eyes in a flame Jtf2 XOVE. "" Leave Beauty, and Fortune, and Birth out of sight, And marriage from Britain is banished quite : And pray, my good sir, say, wherein is the harm, If a lady should happen to have a white arm f HI. Why, oft have I seen, that a beautiful face, Is not anxious to add to the mind's purer grace ; " The outwar/I adorning of plaiting the hair," Then occupies all the chief thoughts of the fair; 'Stead of meekness and quiet, the mind to adorn, Her heart is pufFd up with conceit and with scorn. IV. So with Fortunes it fares, save with one in a croud, If the husband were poor, why the wife is purse- proud ; And to feed her own follies, her vile trash of pelf, Is all claim'd by the wife to expend on herself; Nay, perhaps, her profusion still farther extends, And her own mighty store and her husband's ex- pends. V. And tho' all are sprung from one good mother, earth, If the lady imagines she's better in birth, She upbraids her poor partner with being a clown, And complains that in marriage she let herself down. LOVF. 163 And rather I'd wed ruddy health from a farm, Than conceit, chicken-gloves, and a sickly white arm. VI. But if, spite of this, should a Beauty be meek, Should sense and good-nature bloom bright in her cheek ; Should & Fortune be frugal; a Peeress not proud; Her arm white, but healthy, I have not yet vow'd I'd endeavour, if she a good wife would but prove, To make a good husband, and give love for love. THE CHOICE OF A WIFE BY CHEESE. Adapted from captain Thompson. Tune, Nongtongpaw, I. THERE liv'd in York, an age ago, A man whose name was Pimlico: He lov'd three sisters passing well, But which the best he could not tell. These sisters three, supremely fair, Shew'd Pimlico their tenderest care : Mil LOVE. For each was elegantly bred, And all were much inclin'd to wed; And all made Pimlico their choice, And prais'd him with their sweetest voice. II. Young Pim, the gallant and the gay* ., Like Ass in doubt 'tween loads of hay, At last resolv'd to gain his ease, And chuse his wife by eating cheese, He wrote his card, he seal'd it up, And said with them that night he'd sup; Desir'd that there might only be - Good Cheshire cheese, and but them three ; He was resolv'd to crown his life, And by that means, to fix his wife. III. The girls were pleas'd at his conceit ; Each dress'd herself most beauteous neat} With faces full of peace and plenty, Blooming with roses under twenty. For surely Nancy, Betsy, Sally, Were sweet as lilies of the valley. To those the gay divided Pim Came elegantly smart and trim : When ev'ry smiling maiden, certain, Cut of the cheese to try her fortune. EQVE. 165 IV. Nancy, at once, not fearing caring To shew her saving, ate the paring ; -And Bet to shew her generous mind, Cut and then threw away the rind ; While prudent Sarah, sure to please, Xike a clean maiden, scrap'd the cheese. This done, young Pimlico replied, " Sally I now declare my bride, And she shall be my wedded wife, For worse or better, for my life." V. " With Nan I ca'n't my welfare pujt, For she has prov'd a dirty slut : And Betsy, who has par'd the rind, Would give my fortune to the wind. Sally the happy medium chose, And I with Sally will repose ; She's prudent, cleanly; and the man Who fixes on a nuptial plan, Can never err, if he will ehuse A wife by cheese before he vows, w . 166 LOVE. THE MAID THAT'S MADE FOR ME. BY W. HAMILTOH, Or BANGOUU, ESQ. I. O VVOULD'ST thou know her lovely charms,, Who this destin'd heart alarms, What kind of nymph the Heav'ns decree, The maid that's made for, love and me. II. Who pants to hear the sigh sincere, Who melts to see the tender tear, From each ungentle passion free ; Such the maid that's made for me. III. Who joys whene'er she sees me glad, Who sorrows when she sees me sad, For peace and me can pomp resign ; Such the heart that's made for mine* IV. Whose soul with gen'rous friendship glows, Who feels the blessings she bestows, Gentle to all, but kind to me, Such be mine, if such there be. X.0V8. l$? V. Whose genuine thoughts, devoid of art, Are all the natives of her heart, A simple train, from falshood free ; Such the maid that's made for me* VI. A vaunt, ye light coquets, retire, Whom glitt'ring fops around admire ; Unmov'd your tinsel charms I gee, More genuine beauties are for me, VII. Should Love, fantastic as he is, Raise up some rival to my bliss, And should she change, (but can that be ?) No other maid is made for me. THE MAN TQ MY MJND. WRITTEN BY CUNNINGHAM. I. SINCE wedlock's in vogue, and old virgins despisM, To all batchelors greeting, these lines are premis'd ; I'm a maid that would marry, but where shall I find, (I wish not for fortune,) a man to my mind; ? 168 LOVE. ir. Not the fair-weather fop, fond of fashion and dress, Not the squire that can relish no joys but the chace, Nor the free- thinking rake, whom no morals can bind, Neither this, that, nor t'other's the man to my mind. III. Not the ruby-fae'd sot, who topes on without end, Nor the drone, who can't relish his bottle and friend, Nor the fool that's too fond ; nor the churl that's un- kind : Neither this, that, nor t'other's the man to my mind. Nor the wretch with full bags, without breeding or merit, Nor the flash, that's all fury, without any spirit ; Nor the fine Master Fribble, the scorn of mankind, Neither this, that, nor t'other's the man to my mind. V. But the youth whom good sense and good nature in- spire, Whom the brave most esteem, and the fair should admire, In whose heart love and truth are with honour con- join'd, This, this, and no other's the man to my mind. LOVE. 169 THE FAITHFUL PAIR. DAVID. CONTENTED all day I will sit by your side, Whore poplars far-stretching, o'er-arch the cool tide ; And while the clear river runs purling along, The thrush and the linnet contend in their song. LUCY. While you are but by mc, no danger I fear, Ye lambs rest in safety, my David is here; Bound on, ye blithe lambs, now your gambols may please, For my shepherd is kind, and my heart is at ease. DAVID. Ye maidens of Britain, bright rivals of day, The wish of each heart, and the theme of each lay; Ne'er yield to the swain 'till he makes you his wife, For he, who loves truly, will take } ? ou for life. LUCY. Ye youths, who fear nought but the frowns of the fair, *Tis yours to relieve, not to add to their care ; vol. 11. I 17 LOVE. Then scorn to their ruin assistance to^lend, Nor betray the dear creatures you're meant to de- fend. BOTH. For their honour and truth be our maidens re- nown'd, Nor false to his vows one young shepherd be found ; Be their moments all guided by virtue and truth, To preserve in their age what they gain'd in their youth. SINCERE LOVE. I. I TOLD my maid, I told her true, My fields were small, my flocks were few ; While flatt'ring accents spoke my fear, That Fanny might not prove sincere. II. Of crops destroy'd by vernal eold, Of vagrant sheep that left the fold ; Of these she heard, yet bore to hear, And is not Fanny then sincere ? LPVE. in HI. How chang'd by Fortune's fickle wind ! The friends I lov'd became unkind ; She heard and shed a gen'rous tear, And is not Fanny then sincere? IV. How, if she deign'd my love to bless, My Fanny must not hope for dress; This too she heard, and smil'd to hear, And Fanny sure must be sinoere. V. Go shear your flocks, ye rural swains, Go reap the plenty of your plains ; Despoil'd of all which vou revere, I know my Fanny's love sincere. NANCY OF THE VALE. Tune, The. lass of Richmond Hilt, I. THE western sky was purpled o'er With ev'ry pleasing ray ; And flocks reviving felt no more The sultry heats of day ; I 2 172 LOVE. When from a hazel's artless boweir, Soft warbled Stephen's tongue ; He blest the scene, he blest the hour, Whilst Nancy's praise he sung. II. Let fops their fickle fancy range Thro' paths of wanton love, Whilst weeping maids lament their change, And sadden every grove. But endless blessings crown the day, I saw fair Evesham's dale, And ev'ry blessing find its way, To Nancy of the Vale. III. 'Twas from Avona's* banks, the maid Diffus'd her lovely beams, And ev'ry shining grace display 'd The beauty of the streams. Soft as the wild-ducks' tender young, That float on Avon's tide ; Bright as the water-lily, sprung, - And glitt'ring near its side. IV. Her shape was like the reed so sleek, So taper, straight, and fair ; Her dimpled smile, her blushing cheek, How charming sweet they were ! * The river Avon. LOVE. 373 Far in the winding vale retir'd, This peerless bud I found, And shadowing rocks and woods conspir'd* To fence her beauties round. V. Gay lordlings sought her for their bride, But she would ne'er incline ; " Prove to your equals true," she cried, " As I will prove to mine." Tis Stephen, on the mountain's brow, Has won my right good will ; To him I gave my plighted vow, With him I'll climb the hill." VI. Struck with her charms and constant truth r I clasp' d the constant fair ; To her alone I gave my youth, And vow my future care. And when this vow shall faithless prove, Or I those charms forego, The stream that saw our tender love, That stream shall cease to flow. 1 $ J7< 1.0 VB. THff SPINNING WHEEL. I. ONE Summer's eve as Nancy fair, Sat spinning in the shade, While soaring skylarks shook the air In warblings o'er her head : In tender cooes the pidgeon woo'd, (Love's impulse all things feel) She sung, but still her work pursu'd, And turn'd her spinning wheel. II. While thus I work, with rock and reel, So life by time is spun ; And as runs round my spinning-wheel, The world runs up and down : Some rich to-day, to-morrow low," While I no changes feel, But get my bread by sweat of brow, And turn my spinning-wheel* III. From me let men and women too- This homespun lesson learn : Not mind what other people do. But eat the bread they cam. LVE. 175 If none were fed (were that to be) But what deserv'd a meal, Some ladies then, as well as me, Might turn the Spinning Wheel. IV. The artless maid, with voice so sweet, Thus sung her witless strain, When o'er the lawn, with footsteps fleet, Ran Nancy's favour'd swain : He seiz'd her hand, and begg'd her name The day their vows to seal : The day was fixt, and still the same, She turns her Spinning Wheel. THE VILLAGE SPIRE. r I. BENEATH yon mountain's shaggy clhf r Where babbling waters steal their way, Palemon with his fleecy care, Was shelter'd from the sultry ray. I 4 176 LOYE. Reclin'd upon the nrossy turf, He sweetly pip'd his wood-notes wild, In praise of Fanny gentle maid ! Whose lovely charms his hours beguil'd. II. Soft Echo listen'd to the tune, And quick to Fanny bore the sound, Which soon as heard, she instant knew, And smiling sought th' enchanting ground No sooner did the maid appear, Than rapture fill'd young Harry's breast } He rose, and on her modest cheek The kiss of love respectful prest. III. The varying blush her face o'erspread, As lilies damask'd by the rose, While gentle tumults in each breast, Their mutual love in sighs disclose, When sudden open'd to their view. Beneath the branches of an oak, A village spire, with ivy drest, And thus the fond Palemon spoke IV. Twelve moons, my love, are gone and o'er, bince first my youthful heart you won, Then haste with me to yonder spire, And there unite our vows in one. LOVE. 177 Together hied the rustic pair, With constancy their only wealth, Nor wish'd for more, while thus possest Of love, their cot, and rosy health. MUTUAL LOVE. A Duet in " the lakers." Tune, Gramacltree. 1. WHEN' two fond hearts in mutuallove Their fortunes firm unite, Dear is the bliss they then approve, Unruffled their delight : lh For Reason then, with sanction wise, Reveres their plighted troth, And angels, bending from the skies, A're witness to their oath. t5 LOVE* NANCY. BX DR. PEKCY. I. O NANCY, wilt thou go with me, Nor sigh to leave the flaunting town : Can silent glens have charms for thee, The lowly cot and russet gown ? No longer drest in silken sheen, No longer deck'd in jewels rare, Say, can'st thou quit each courtly scene, Where thou wert fairest of the fair? II. O Nancy ! when thou'rt far away, Wilt thou not cast a wish behind ? Say, canst thou face the parching ray, Nor- shrink before the wint'ry wind ? O Can that soft and gentle mien, - Extremes of hardship learn to bear, Nor, sad, regret each courtly scene, Where thou wert fairest of the fair? III. O Nancy ! canst thou love so true, Thro' perils keen with me to go, Or when thy swain mishap shall rue, To share with him the pang of woe ? LOVE. 179 Say, should disease or pain befal, Wilt thou assume the nurse's care, Nor wistful those gay scenes recall, Where thou wert fairest of the fair? IV. And when at last thy love shall die, Wilt thou receive his parting breath? Wilt thou repress each struggling sigh, And cheer with smiles the bed of death? And wilt thou o'er his breathless clay Strew flow'rs, and drop the tender tear ? Nor then regret those scenes so gay, Where thou wert fairest of the fair ? DAMON. An Answer to " nancy." YES, Damon, yes, with thee I'll go, Thro' ev'ry hardship life displays, With thee I'll tread December's snow, Or brave the dog-star's fiercest rays : i 6 LOYJE. Distressful want and perils keen, With thee, I'll unrepining share, Nor e'er regret the courtly scene, Where I was fairest of the fair. II. But wherefore should thy plaintive breath, The dreadful close of life pourtray, Or paint the ruthless arm of death, Which spreads o'er all despotic sway; The village maid and scepter'd queeu, Alike his gloomy empire share, Nor will he, mid the courtly scene, Regard the fairest of the fair. III. By danger, or by want when prest, My heart thy love will ne'er forego, But when thy verse alarms my breast, By evils all are doom'd to know ; No more I hear that voice serene, No more I see that anxious care, Which woo'd me in the courtly scene, Where 1 was fairest of the fair. IV. Yes, Damon ! constant by thy side, Thy faithful Nancy would remain, The frowns of fortune would abide, And soothe the languid couch of pain. LOVE. 1S.J But do not deem my love so mean, Unmov'd my Damon's death to bear, Tho' many such, perhaps, are seep, Among the fairest of the fair. HENRY. Another answer to the same. Tune, How oft Louisa ; or, The Birks of Endermay. I. YES, Henry, yes, with thee 111 go, Where'er thy footsteps point the way j With thee a cot could bliss bestow, And silent glens can charms display.. If thee in russet gown I please, Russet is more than silk to me, Each courtly scene I'd quit with ease, Nor think of any joy but thee. IL Yes, Henry,, yes, with thee I'll go, Nor sigh for any.pleasure past; Whether with sultry heat I glow, Or shiver in the northern blast 1S2 LOTE. Supported by thy friendly arm, Fatigue and toil were light to me ; My soul no dangers can alarm, Blest thro' the world to follow thee, in. And should the ill which most I dread, Should pain or grief thy- peace molest, This arm should prop thy drooping head, This voice should soothe thy cares to rest ; No muse, untaught by fondest love, Could like thy Nancy watchful be ; Whilst ev'ry tender care should prove ilow mwch my joys depend on thee. . HENRY. An Answer to " NANCY." I. OH Henry, didst thou know the heart That heaves for thee the constant sigh, Thou woukUvtiret ask if aught could part So tender, yet so firm a tie. LOVfi. 133 With thee the cot would prove a court, The russet gown a garment rare, And pleas'd I'd quit the gay resort That hail'd me fairest of the fair. II. Oh Henry lead the toilsome way, And love will bear me thro' the wild, 1 still could face the parching ray, Nor heed the blast if Henry smil'd. But haply should the chilling storm, Or blaze of noon this face impair, I'd weep, should'st thou regret the form That once was fairest of the fair. III. Can perils keen my purpose move, Or fright me from my Henry's breast*. 'Tis fear itself gives force to love, And robs the absent maid of rest. Should Henry sutler while his bride Nor eas'd his pain, nor sooth'd his care, I'd hate thoseiscenes of courtly pride That held me fairest of the fair. IV. But should not all my trembling toil Thy precious life await to save, I could not o'er thy sorrows smile, I could not strew with flowers thy grave. MARRIAGE. I'd lay me by thy clay-cold side, Where grief would soon my heart-strings tear, Yet happier that with thee I died, Than bloom'd the fairest of the fair. THE WEDDING. I. COME, all ye shepherds of the plain, Come cv'ry nymph and ev'ry swain, Leave all your work and haste away, For Henry weds his Lydia.. IL Let mirth and pleasure then go round r Let ev'ry heart with joy abound ; And we'll be merry, brisk, and gay,. For Henry weds his Lydia. III. The swains shall pipe in pleasing strains. The maidens dance blithe o'er the plains, In honour of this happy day, When Henry weds his Lydia. MARRIAGE. IV. No melancholy shall be seen, All shall be happy on the green," For we'll cast all our care away, When Henry weds his Lydia. V. The rose and lily we'll entwine, And ev'ry pleasing flow'r we'll join, To make a chaplet fair and gay, To deck the lovely Lydia. VI. Beneath their feet we'll roses strevr, And garlands hang on ev'ry bough; And all to grace the wedding day Of Henry and his Lydia. THE JOYOUS DAY. From the Opera of " the siege of Belgrade/ BY MR. COBB. I. AU will hail the joyous day, When marriage makes our village gay, 186 MARRIAGE. The rustic pipe assist the throng, The dance shall mingle old and young: The sprightly bells, with welcome sound, Shall spread the happy news around, And hint to men. and maidens coy, That youth they should not misemploy. II. He who shall with sullen pride, Envy joys to wealth denied, Still, as we trip with merry glee, Shall wish himself as poor as we : The sprightly bells, &c. EPITHJLAMIUM ; or, WEDDING SONG. From the Tragedy of " Isabella." WRITTEN BY SOUTHERN. AIR. LET all, let all be gay, Begin the rapt'rous lay J Let mirth, let mirth and joy, Each happy hour employ Of this fair bridal day. MARRIAGE. 18f Ye love-wing'd hours, your flight, Your downy flight prepare, Bring ev'ry soft delight To sooth the brave and fair. Hail happy pair, thus in each other blest ; Be ever free from care, of ev'ry joy possess'd I THE SAME. From the same. RECITATIVE. TAKE the gift that Heav'n intends ye ; Grateful meet the proffer'd joy: Truth and honour shall attend ye ; Charms that ne'er can change or cloy. DUET. Oh ! the raptures of possessing, Taking beauty to thy arms ! Oh ! the joy, the lasting blessing When- with virtue beauty charms; Purer flames shall gently warm ye ; Love and honour both shall charm thee. MARRIAGE. CHORUS. Far from hence be care and strife, Far the pang that tortures life: May the circling minutes prove One sweet round of peace and love. EPITHALAMIUM ; . OR, MARRIAGE SONG. THE transports which they feel, Who meet with mutual love, Their sighs can best reveal For words too weak would prove. No hearts such bliss can taste, But such as are sincere : O may the blessing last ! All joy and peace be here. CONJUGAL FELICITY. ISO, CONJUGAL AFFECTION. THY daily toil I'll more than share, And bear it with delight ; I'll join at eve thy fervent prayer, Thy slumbers watch by night : In health and sickness love thee still, And have no wish but in thy will. J. P. THE BELOVED PARTNER. I. BLEST with thee, my soul's dear treasure, Sweetly will each hour be pass'd ; Ev'ry day will bring new pleasure, And be happier than the last. II. With so lov'd a partner talking, Time will quickly glide away; Withs dear, a husband walking, Nature does each bloom display. 190 CONJUGAL FELICITY. PLEASURE AND LOVE. I. SOFT-BREATHING, the zephyrs awaken the grove, Now, now is the season for pleasure and love ; Yet let no delights on our moments intrude, But such as are simple, and such as are good. II. Far hence he the love that's by wantonness bred ! Far hence be the pleasures by vanity led ! But joys, which both Reason and Virtue approve, Such, such are the glory and joy of the grove. TO MARIA BEFORE MARRIAGE. BY T. AV. I. LET not life's cares becloud thy mind, Nor fear blind Fortune's chiliing frowns, Come, search'with me, and we shall find, Joys far beyond the pomp of crowns. CONJUGAL FELICITY. IJl II. Fly, fly to this fond faithful breast, And banish each intruding fear, Come soothe thy anxious mind to rest, For well you know my heart's sincere. III. What tho' no costly splendid toys Will e'er my humble cottage grace ; Twill yield me far superior joys, When thy lov'd presence glads the place. IV. Let others boast their thousands told, I envy not their sordid wealth; Heav'n blesses us with more than gold, What can't be purchas'd, love and health. V. Content I'll toil from morn 'till night, Unwearied as the moments glide ; To make Maria's burden light, x Shall ever be my greatest pride. VI. Then why should anxious doubts arise, To rack thy breast with false alarms? Time's on the wing and swiftly flies, Haste, haste, my love, to bless my arms. 192 CONJUGAL FELICITY. VII. Supremely blest in wedded love, Each morn would bring a welcome day; My wand'ring thoughts no more would rove, Nor from my lov'd Maria stray. HOME: TO MARIA AFTER MARRIAGE; Written on a Return from a Jour net/. BY THE SAME. I. ARRIV'D once again at my sweet homely cot, With transport I view the lov'd scene ; Sole monarch I reign o'er the dear little spot, And my heart hails Maria the queen. Not the wealth of a Nabob, or mines of Peru, Could 1 gain them, should tempt me to roam ; For how vain would the toil be a shade to pursue, When I grasp the rich substance at Home. Marriage. 193 II. Hero, quite cheerful, tho' busy, I pass the long day, And at evening my mind to unbend, With a book in my hand down the meadows I stray, Or enjoy the blithe chat of a friend. O'er a temperate cup, with a pipe, at our ease, Free in converse our fancies may roam j But, ah ! where can we find such rich vallies as these, Which surround us with plenty at Ho?ne? III. My garden's well stor'd with choice fruits, herbs, and tlow'rs, Here my luxuries chiefly are found ; Hence no languid satiety palls my gay hours, Which with health and contentment are crovvu'dy. Just below, by a brook, I've a sweet little mead, Where my cow at her freedom may roam ; And she gratefully yields mc rich milk to my bread, To increase the dear blessings of Home. IV. These blessings may Providence, gracious and kind, Still vouchsafe on my life to bestow ; Tar from splendour and crowds, in retirement re- sign'd, I can wish for no greater below. An honest plain countryman thus would I live. No allurements should tempt me to roam, Since the sweetest enjoyments that nature can give, All are found in the country at Home. voi>. 11. K 1 CONTENT. IT is not youth can give Content; Nor is it Wealth's decree, It is a gift from Heaven sent, Tho' not to thee or roe. II. It is not in the monarch's crown, Tho' he'd give millions for't : It dwells not in his lordship's frown, Or waits on him to court. III. It is not in a coach and six, It is not in a garter ; Tis not in love or politics, But 'tis in Hodge the Carter. PEACE, ice. '2 in CONTENTMENT. ' BY MRS. PILKINGTOJT. I. I ENVY not the proud their wealth, Their equipage and state; Give me but innocence and health, I ask not to be great. II. - I in this sweet retirement find A joy unknown to kings, For sceptres to a virtuous mind Seem vain and empty things. III. Great Cincinnatus at his plough With brighter lustre shone, Than guilty Caesar ere could sh#w, Tho' seated on a throne. IV. Tumultuous days, and restless nights, Ambition ever knows, A stranger to the calm delights Of study and frepose. \ 7 Hi FKACB, &C. V. Then free from envy, care, aud strife. Keep me, O Power Divine ! And pleas'd when you demand my life, May I that life resign. CONTENTMENT. I. NO glory I covet, no riches I want, Ambition is nothing to me ; One thing which I beg of kind Heaven to grant, Is a mind independent and free. II. With passions unruffled, untainted with pride, By reason my life let me square ; The wants of my nature are cheaply supply'd, And the rest are but folly and care. III. The blessings which Providence freely has lent, I'll justly and gratefully prize ; While just Meditation and cheerful Content Shall make me both healthful and wise. PEACE, &C. 217 IV. In the pleasures the great man's possessions display, Unenvied I'll challenge my part; For ev'ry fair object my eyes can survey Contributes to gladden my heart. V. How vainly, thro' infinite trouble and strife, The many their labours employ ! Smce all that is truly delightful in life Is what -all, if they please, may enjoy. THE ORIGIN OF CONTEXT. BY MRS. SLEATH. I. ALTHO' humble my cot, 'tis to me most endear' d, By a treasure I long have possest, That the scene of my labours has constantly checr'd, Tor the cherub Content is my guest. II. With such a companion, can care e'er annoy ? Her soft smiles all life's tumults subdue, ^Dispel ev'ry sorrow, enhance ev'ry joy, As I glad her mild precepts pursue. vol. ii. L IS *EACE, &C. III. She instructs me that grandeur and wealth ar< but toys, When compar'd with the joys she combines, That the proud fretted dome she indignantly flies. And the couch where the sluggard reclines. IV. She instructs me, as blithe o'er the uplands I rove, While each grove with wild melody rings, That action is bliss, for all nature may prove That from action all cheerfulness springs. V. Tho' in simple weeds clad, yet I thought from her mien, When I first the dear vision survey'd, Some nymph more than mortal these wild groves had seen, And I woo'd her to dwell in my shade. VI. I ask'd whence she came, and she told me from Heav'n, For no mortal such bliss could impart, Of Piety sprung, and by Industry giv'n, And from these that she never could part. IP E ACE, &C H EMPLOYMENT; on, THE PATH OF CONTENT. I. YE mortals, who search for Content, And yet the sweet path never find, Come learn how your cares to prevent, And give pleasure and ease to the mind. II. They tell me, no man e'er was blest With spirits so even before ; That grief has no place in my breast, I am happy, and can be no more. III. Why, 'tis true, and I'll tell you the cause, That makes me thus joyous appear; Tho' my plan may not meet with applause, It is useful, and I am sincere. IV. My bliss is not founded on wealth, For that would my pleasure destroy ; The Great are but happy by stealth, And few are the sweets they enjoy. l 2 20 PEACI, icC. V. It is not from Love that I boast A life that's unclouded with woe ; Ah ! that is a dangerous .eoast, And Love is Felicity's foe. VI. O Health ! thou dear blessing, by thee Our delights are made firm and secure j Yet thousands are healthy as me, Who lament what they all might endure. VII. Employment's the charm that will please, Embrace it and ever.be glad; For surely that mind is at ease, Which never has time to be sad. CONTENT, BY CUNNINGHAM. I. O'ER moorlands and mountains, rude, barren, and bare, As wilder'd and weary I roam, A gentle young shepherdess sees my despair, And leads me, o'er lawns, to her home : PASSIONS, AFFECTIONS, &C. 221 Yellow sheaves of rich harvest her cottage had crown'd, Green rushes were strew'd on her floor, Her casement sweet woodbines crept wantonly round, And deck'd the sod seat at her door. \ II. We sate ourselves down to a cooling repast, Fresh fruits ! and she cull'd me the best ; While thrown from my guard by some glances she cast, Love slily stole into my breast ! I told my soft wishes j she sweetly reply'd, (Ye virgins her voice was divine !) I've rich ones rejected, and great ones deny'd, But take me, fond shepherd I'm thine. III. Her air was so modest, her aspect so meek ! So simple, yet sweet, were her charms ! I kiss'd the ripe roses that glow'd on her cheek, And took the dear maid to my arms. Now jocund together we tend a few sheep, And if, by yon prattler, the stream, Reclin'd on her bosom, I sink into sleep, Her image still softens my dream. ft 3 222 PASSIONS, AFFECTIONS, &tf\ IV. Together we range o'er the slow-rising hills, Delighted with pastoral views, Or rest on the rock where the streamlet distils, And point out new themes for my muse. To pomp or proud titles she ne'er did aspire, The damsel's of humble descent ; The cottager, Peace, is well known for her sire, And the shepherds have nam'd her Content. CONTENT. SY EDWARD WILLIAMS. I. NOW morning meets my gladden'd eyes, From healthful sleep 1 jocund rise, With strength renew'd, and placid mind, To relish Nature's joys inclin'd, I speed to meet the fragrant gale That wantons in the dewy dale; And as I pace the flow'ry way, To sweet Content attune my lay. PASSIONS, AFFECTIONS,^ &C 223 II. How clad with smiles the vernal morn ! How gay the bloom-bespangled thorn ! The lark is up, the welkin rings, And with his flock the shepherd sings ; His notes a pleasing thrill impart ; They cheer my soul, and soothe my heart. Oh ! let my days like his be spent, In rural shades, with mild Content, III. The blackbird warbles on the bough, The milk-maid sings beneath her Cow ; The mower, up with early dawn, Prepares to fleece the clover'd lawn ; The farmer views his blooming wheat, And starts the lev'ret from her seat ; Whilst I this lonely vale frequent, To muse the praises of Content. IV. In verdant mead and shady grove, Dear simple scenes of Nature, love, And highly prize my happy lot, That gave me one sequester'd cot, Far from the bustle of a crowd, Far from the mansions of the proud, And gave, to crown the blest event, The tranquil feelings of Content. L 4 524 iMSSIONS, AFFECTIONS, &C, V. Pleas'd with my little flock of sheep,. That on my native downs I keep ; Mine are the joys of Peace and Health, And sure I want no greater wealth ; No vain desires my soul infest, Nor dwells Ambition in my breast, Heav'n, all such follies to prevent, Tam'd all my thoughts to soft Content. VI. Oh ! Thou from whom all comfort flows, , Whose hand the richest boon bestows,. Whose careful Providence imparts The purest bliss to humble hearts ; Oh ! let me never find content, But in meek thoughts on Virtue bent j Whilst of thy laws enamour'd still, I bow submissive to thy will. J HAPPY LIFE. *Y SIR HENKY W0TT0N. L HOW happy is he born and taught, That serveth not another's will ; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill. PASSIONS, AFFECTIONS, &C. 225 II. Whose passions not his masters are, Whose soul is still prepaid for death j Untied unto the world by care Of public fame, or private breath ! nr. Who envies none that chance doth raise, Nor vice hath ever understood ; How deepest wounds are given by praise, Nor rules of state, but rules of good ! IV. Who hath his life from rumours freed, Whose conscience is his strong retreatj Whose state can neither flatterers feed, Nor ruin make oppressors great ! V. Who God doth late and early pray,- More of his grace than gifts to lend: And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend ! VI. This man is freed from servile hands, Of hope to rise or fear to fall : Lord of himself, tho' not of lands, And having nothing, yet hath all. L 5 22(> PASSIONS, AFFECTIONS, &C THE HAPPY MAN. I. HAPPY the man whose wish and care, A few paternal acres bound ; Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. II. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in Summer yield him shade, In Winter fire. III. Blest, who can unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years, slide soft away ; In health of body, peace of mind, Quiet by day : IV. Sound sleep by night, study and ease Together mixt, sweet Recreation And Innocence, which most does please, With Meditation, FAS&I0N9, AFFECTIONS, &C. 227 V. Thus let me live, unseen, unknown ; Thus untamented let me die : Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lye. THE HAPPY STATE. I. WOULD we attain the happiest state That is design'd us here ; No joy a rapture must create, No grief beget despair : No injury fierce anger raise, No honour tempt to pride ; No vain desires of empty praise Must in the soul abide. II. No charms of youth, or beauty, move The constant settled breast : Who leaves a passage free to love, Shall let in all the rest. I 6 S28 PASSIONS, AFFECTIONS, &C. In such a heart soft Peace will live, Where none of these abound ; The grsatest blessing Heaven does give, Or can on earth be found. IN POOR ONES NE'ER LET ENVY RISE. 1'rom the Opera of " the captive oe spilsburg." 1. In poor ones ne'er let envy rise Or love of wealth allure,. Since wealth can close no wakeful eyes, No sense of sorrow cure. A conscience pure still let me keep To make my slumbers light, And when I lay me down to sleep, Bid ev'ry care good night. II. Contentment, like the turtle dove,. Rests on my couch at eve, Nor shall, when near me sleeps my love, My humble pillow leave. PASSIONS, AFFECTIONS, &C. 22 For there we'll let no discord creep, To break our slumbers light, And when we lay us down to sleep Wish from the heart good night;- SORROW OF NO KIND PECULIAR TO THE SUFFERER. BY COWPER. I. THE lover, in melodious verses, His singular distress rehearses, Still closing with the rueful cry\ ** Was ever such a wretch as I } M. Yes !. thousands have endur'd before All thy distress ; some, haply, more. TJnnumber'd Corydons complain, And Strephon's of the like disdain; 230 PASSIONS, AFFECTIONS, &C. And if thy Chloe be of steel, Too deaf to hear, too hard to feel ; Not her alone that censure fits, Nor thou alone hast lost thy wits. THE GOLDEN MEAN. From " Horace, Book ii. Ode 10." BY COWPER. I. HE that holds fast the Golden Mean, And lives contentedly between The little and the great, Feels not the wants that pinch the poor, Nor plagues that haunt the rich man's door, Imbitt'ring all his state. II. The tallest pines feel most the pow'r ' Of wintry blasts ; the loftiest tow'r Comes heaviest to the ground ; The bolts that spare the mountain's side, His cloud-capt eminence divide, And spread the ruin round. PASSIONS, AFFECTIONS, &C. 231 III. The well-inform'd philosopher Rejoices with an wholesome fear, And hopes, in spite of pain ; If Winter bellow from the North, Soon the sweet Spring comes dancing forth, And Nature laughs again. IV. If hindrances obstruct thy way, Thy magnanimity display, And let thy strength be seen ; But oh ! if fortune fill thy sail With more than a propitious gale, Take half thy canvass in. THE HONEST HEART. From the Opera of " the maid of the mill." I. WHAT are outward forms and shews, To an honest heart compar'd? Oft the rustic, wanting those, Has the nobler portion shar'd. 233? PASSIONS, ATFECTIONS, StCi. II. Oft we see the homely flower Bearing at the hedge's side Virtues of more sov'reign power Than the garden's gayest pride; AN HONEST HEART. from t/ie Opera of " lovk ik a -village." L THE honest heart, whose thoughts are clear From fraud, disguise, and guile, Need neither Fortune's frowning fear, Nor court the harlot's smile;. II. The greatness that would make us grave Is but an empty thing ; For harmless mirth each man may have; The cheerful man's a king. PASSIONS, AFFECTION9, &C. 233 PLEASURE. From "the maid of the mill." AH! how vainly mortals treasure Hopes of happiness and' pleasure, Hard and doubtful to obtain ; By what standards false we measure : Still pursuing Ways to ruin, Seeking bliss, and finding pain. TRUE PLEASURE. From the same* I. TRUST me, would you find true pleasure, Without mixture, without measure, No where shall you find the treasure Sure as in the sylvan scene. II. Blest, who, no false glare requiring, Nature's rural sweets admiring, Can from grosser joys retiring, Seek the simple and serene,. 234 PASSIONS, ABJECTIONS, &C. TRUE PLEASURE. From the Masque of " comus." BY DR. DALTON. I. NOR on beds of fading flowers, Shedding soon their gaudy pride, Nor with swains in rosy bowers, Will true pleasure long reside. II. On awful Virtue's hill sublime Enthroned sits th' immortal fair ; Who wins her height must patient climb, The steps are peril, toil, and care. For thus does Providence ordain - Eternal bliss for transient pain. fABSIONS, AFFECTIONS, &C. 235 PLEASURE. I. FANTASTIC Power ! whose airy mien Proclaims thee Pleasure giddy queen, This paradox unfold : Wherefore do all declare thee vain, Yet fondly labour to obtain Thy stores of fancied gold. II. Why, when with unsuccessful chace, They oft have tried thy paths to trace, By chance as oft repell'd ; Why do they still thy route p-ursue, And why the vain attempt renew, Where they so oft have fail'd ? III. Say, by thy unsubstantial side, Indeed does Happiness reside, In gaudy splendour drest ? Must she be sought in Pleasure's maze, Or look'd for in the silent ways Of Solitude and Rest. 23tf JA*SIONS, AFFECTIONS, &C^ IV. Fond man, alas! with passion fraught, By Fancy's wild chimeras taught, Seeks her in Beauty's smile ; Dreams that she dwells 'midst pomp and showy Or sits upon the lofty brow Of bold Ambition's hill. Delusions all ! but thou, my soul, Submit to Reason's just controui ! Attend Religion's lore ; Guided by her unerring rays, With grateful awe, the wondrous way* Of love divine explore. VI. Tho' in her train no Cupids play, Nor Flora, in her sober way, Profuse her flow'rets shed ; Fair Peace shall on her steps attend, And Heav'n its choicest blessings send Where'er she deigns to tread. TASUONS, AFEECTIONS, &C 23/ WISDOM. Altered from " garrick's lethe," BY JONAS HANWAY. I. YEl mortals, whom fancies and troubles perplex, Whom folly misguides and infirmities vex, Whose lives hardly know what it is to be blest, Who rise without joy, And lie down without rest ; Obey the glad summons, to Wisdom repair, Attend to her calls, and relinquish your care. II. Fond fools should o'erlook what they wish for in vain, And the anxious forget what they cannot regain ; The rich with abundance no longer be cloy'd, But exult in the pleasures which they have enjoy' d $ Obey then the summons, to Wisdom repair, And conquer the torment of trouble and care. . III. True Wisdom supplies what kind Nature has lent, To the poor, who subsist en the sweets of content : Let us keep on our guard, prevent passion to stray, Our troubles of mind will then vanish away ; Obey the glad summons, to Wisdom repair, She'll satiate your thirst, and remove all your care. 23$ PASSIONS, AFFECTIONS, &C. HAPPINESS. From " THE SEARCH AFTER HAPPINESS;" (t Pastoral Drama. BY MRS. H. MORE. I. O HAPPINESS, celestial fair, Our earliest hope, our latest care, O hear our foncf request ! Vouchsafe, reluctant Nymph, to tell On what sweet spot thou lov'st to dwell, And make us truly blest. II. Amidst the walks of public life, The toils of wealth, Ambition's strife We long have sought in vain ; The crouded city's noisy din, And all the busy haunts of men Afford but care and pain. III. Pleas'd with the soft, the soothing pow'r Of calm Reflection's silent hour, Sequester'd dost thou dwell ! Where Care and Tumult ne'er intrude, Dost thou reside with Solitude, Thy humble vot'ries tell ? PASSIONS, AFFECTIONS, &C. 239 IV. O Happiness, celestial fair, Our earliest hope, our latest care ! Let us not sue in vain ! O deign to hear our fond request, Come, take possession of our breast, And there for ever reign. TRUE JOY. From an Air in the Dramatic Romance of " RICHARD CCBUR DE LION." I. THO' the toper love his glass, And the rake extol his lass, The glutton feast at steaming board, And the miser hug his hoard ; . Tho' excess of ev'ry kind Be the joy of half mankind, Yet I've" always-understood, True Joy is doing good. 210 PASSIONS, AFFECTIONS, 4:c. II. Tho' the sportsman ride his horse From morn to eve, without remorse, And the guileless life will take For nought but mere amusement's sake., Tho' he waste his time and wealth, And urge the plea that 'tis for health, I have always understood True Joy is doing good. 111. Then again the gamester see, Weary days and nights has he, See his pale and wrinkled brow, Hear him storm, and curse and vow, Sure the miner's hard employ, More the semblance has of joy ! But I've always understood True Joy is doing good. IV. Sure, to wipe the widow's eye, And to hush the orphan's cry, To give to him that stands in want, - And cloathe the wretch of raiment scanty To feed the soul with hunger pre.-,t, And to succour the ("ibtiest, This, I've alway> under^too;!, Is True Joy 'tis doing good. J. P. PASSIONS, AFFECTIONS, &C 241 THE POOR MAN'S FRIEND. From the Opera of " the basket maker." . BY o'KEEFE. I. WHEN keen adversity assails* In penury array'd, On friends we call, but friendship fails, When most we want its aid. In l-'ort une's favouring sunshine warm, Say how can you behold The shivering wretch abide the storm, Yet keep your heart so cold ? II. To touch thy soul, proud man, how vain, Whilst lull'd in soft repose ! He rarely feels for others' pain, Who never felt their woes. Go, taste a bliss unknown before, And future joys attend, With smiles attend the cottage door, And be the poor man's friend. vol. xx. M 242 PASSIONS, AFFECTIONS, &C. THE WORLD. Trom " love in a village," I. THE world is a well-furnish'd table, Where guests are promiscuously set,; We all fare as well as we're able. And scramble for what we can get, II. My simile holds to a tittle, Some gorge, while some scarce have a taste But if I'm content with a little, Enough is as good as a feast. THE PATH TO BLISS. From the Pantomime of " harlequin AttD FAUSTUS." WITH courage be thy gladsome heart upborne, The path to Miss is strevv'd with many a thorn. Let Virtue be thy guide, Prudence thy guard, And Happiness at length thy great reward. PASSIONS, AFFECTIONS, &C. 243 BLISS. I. TO tinkling brooks, to twilight shades, To desert prospects rough and rude, With youthful rapture first I ran, Enamour'd of sweet Solitude. II. On beauty next I wondering gaz'd, Too soon ray supple heart was caught : An eye, a breast, a lip, a shape, Was all I talk'd of, all I thought III. Next, by die smiling Muses led, On Pindus' laurel'd lop I dream, Talk with old bards, and list'ning hear The warbles of th' enchanting stream. IV. Then Harmony and Picture came, Twin nymphs my sense to entertain, By turns my eye, my ear was caught, With Raphael's- strokes, and Handel's strain. M 2 244 PASSIONS, AFFECTIONS, &C. V. At last, such various pleasures prov'd, All cloying, vain, unmanly found, Sweet for a time as morning dew, Yet parents of some painful wound. VI. Humbly I ask'd great Wisdom's aid, To true delight to lead my feet : When thus the heavenly maiden said, " Virtue alone is bliss complete." VICE AND VIRTUE. From " METASTASIO." BY II00LE. I. WHAT frenzy must his soul possess, Whose hopes on evil deeds depend ! For tho' the wicked meet success, Yet Peace can ne'er their steps attend. II. For e'en in Life's serenest state, Shall Vice receive her secret sting ; As Virtue, tho' depress'd by fate, Herself her own reward shall bring. PASSIONS, AFFECTIONS, &C. 245 HUMAN LIFE. BY SIR WILLIAM JONES. I. HOW quickly fades the vital flow'r I Alas, my friend ! each silent hour Steals unperceiv'd away ; The early joys of blooming youth, Sweet Innocence, and dove-eyed Truth, Are destin'd to decay. II. In vain, my friend, when wrapt in ease, We shun the merchant-marring seas ; In vain we fly from wars; In vain we shun th' autumnal blast (The dreary desert must be past), How heedless are our cares ! HI. Our house, our land, our shadowy grove, The very mistress of our love, Ah, me ; we soon must leave ! Of all our trees, the hated boughs Of cypress shall alone diffuse - Their fragrance o'er our grave. M 3 *4<> JA5S10N8, AFFECTIONS, &C, IV. To others shall we then resigii The num'rous casks of sparkling wine, Which frugal now\ve store, With them a more deserving heir (Is this our labour, this our care?) Shall stain, the stucco floor. THE RETROSPECT OF LIFE. 1. RICHES chance may take or give ; Beauty lives a day and dies ; Honour lulls us while we live ; Mirth's a cheat and pleasure flies. II. Is there nothing worth our care, Time, and chance, and death our foes ? If our joys so fleeting are, Are we only tied to woes ? FASSIONS, AFFECTIONS, &C. 247 III. Let bright Virtue answer, No ; Her eternal pow'rs prevail, When honours, riches, cease to flow, And beauty, mirth, and pleasure fail. VANITY OF LIFE. Tune, Durandarte. I. LIFE how vain esteem'd a blessing, Worthy mortals hope to share, Proves to ev'ry man possessing Full of sorrow, full of care. What, if Fortune e'er befriend ye, Still the busy fiend prevails, Or should adverse fate attend ye, Ever with it sorrow dwells. II. See the beau, in chariot lolling, All without agaudy scene ; Take him on his pillow rolling, Slave to tyrant thought within. m 4, .248 PASSIONS, A1FECT10XS, 6iC, Grant the fawning courtier favour, Give him all his hopes pursue ; Still you hear him craving ever, Still he pines for something new. III. Till the miser's bags with treasure, Spread the hero's glory round, Tear outweighs the scale of pleasure. Envy tramples honour down. Places, titles, pomp and riches, Sweets, imbitter'd are by pain, Thus experience daily teaches Life and all its joys are vaiiu IV. [Mark the way that Wisdom teaches - , Ever all her precepts heed ; Sweet the strains Religion preaches, Safe alone where she shall lead. If perchance with her you sorrow, And endure short days of pain, Joy shall dawn upon the morrow, And thy Life hath not been vain. 1. *.l PASSIONS, AFFECTIONS, &C. 249 LIFE; A DREAM. Tune, Hosier's Ghost ; or, Durandarte. I. LIFE'S a Dream, a fitful fever, Where, though painted scenes arise, Death's dark curtain drawn, for ever Shuts the vision from our eyes. Life's a voyage on a wide ocean, Smooth and tranquil tho' it seem, Soon, alas ! the wild commotion Shews us Life is but a Dream. II. In Life's morn our saris expanded, Gaily catch the passing breeze, Long ere noon our bark is stranded, Night its total shipwreck sees : Hopes and fears Life's gales supplying, Waft us lightly down the stream ; Till the pleasing landscape flying, Shew us Life is but a Dream. III. When the storm arises fearful, We are fated to sustain. On the shore our eye cast tearful, Succour asks, but asks in vam. si 5 250 HASSIONS, AFFECTIONS, &C. By no human aid befriended, All around us horrors teem ! No kind hand, by love extended Shews us Life is but a Dream. IV. Transient as the smiles of morning. All the joys life can bestow, Hope's bright buds our path adorning, Wither ere they've time to blow : Should some gilded ray of pleasure On our op'ning prospect beam, Ah ! how soon the fleeting treasure Shews us Life is but a Dream. V. By those I fondly love forsaken, Ling'ring here to dream and weep ; When, oh ! when shall I awaken From this fearful, restless sleep ? Death, divested of his terrors, Will a smiling cherub seem ; Death shall kindly veil my errors, And dispel Life's idle Dream. FASSIONS, AFFECTIONS, &C. 251 THE JOURNEY OF LIFE. Altered from " the family magazine." I. WHILE thro' Life's thorny road I go, T will not want companions too ; A dreary journey, and alone, Would be, alas ! too troublesome : But company that's choice and good, Make trouble hardly understood ; For toil divided seems to be No. toil but a felicity. II. Therefore will I companions take, As well for ease as safety's sake ; Fair Truth shall serve me for a guide, Justice shall never leave my side; Integrity, my trusty guard, Nor will I Caution quite discard ; Experie?ice shall my tutor be, Nor will I wiser seem than he. III. Discretion- all my thoughts shall weigh, And Modesty my words convey, Soft Innocence protect my sleep, And Charity my purse shall keep ; m 6 252 PASSIONS, AFFECTIONS, &C. To lay up treasure whither bound, I'll freely give to all around ; For of this truth I'm well assur'd, Who gives the poor man, lends his Lord* IV. Thus thro' this wilderness I'll stray, Nor ever fear to lose my way, With guiltless mirth an hour beguile ; And with my friends and neighbours smile,. With Meditation often walk, And with Religion frequent talk : Sweet Health supplies the Doctor's place, And for a Chaplain I've God's grace- THE WORLD. BY BYROM. WHY, prithee now, what does it signify For to bustle, and make such a rout I It is Virtue alone that can dignify, Whether cloathed in ermine or clout. PASSIONS, AFFECTIONS, &C. 253 Come, come, and maintain thy discretion ; Let it act a more generous part : For I find, by thy honest confession, That the World has too much of thy heart. II. Beware, that its fatal ascendancy Do not tempt thee to mope and repine ; With an humble, and hopeful dependency, Still await the good pleasui'e divine, Success in a higher beatitude Is the end of what's under the pole;' A philosopher takes it with gratitude, And believes it is best on the whole. III. The World is a scene, thoti art sensible, Upon which if we do but our best, On a Wisdom, that's incomprehensible, We may safely rely for the; rest : Then trust to its kind distribution, And however things happen to fall, Prithee pluck up a good resolution, To be cheerful and thankful in all. 254 PASSIONS, AFFECTIONS, &C. FALSE GR.EATXESS. BY DR. WATTS. r. MY friend, forbear to call him blest; Who only boasts a large estate, Should all the treasures of the West Meet and conspire to make him great. 1 know thy better thoughts,. I know Thy reason can't descend so low. ir. Let a small stream with golden sands Thro' all his meadows roll, He's but a wretch with all his lands, That wears a narrow soul. He swells amidst his wealthy store. And proudly poising what he weighs, In his own scale he fondly lays Huge heaps of shining ore. III. He spreads the balance wide to hold His manors and his farms, And cheats the beam with loads of gold He hugs between his arms. FASSIOXS, AFFECTIONS, &C. 255 IV. So might the ploughboy climb a tree, When Croesus mounts his throne, And both stand up and smile to see How long their shadow's grown. Alas ! how vain their fancies be, To think that shape their own. V. Thus, mingled still with wealth and state, Croesus himself can never know His true dimensions, and his weight Arc far inferior to their show, i VL Were I so tall to reach the pole, Or grasp the ocean with a span, I must be mcasur'd by my soul : The mind's the standard of the man. 256 PASSIONS, AFFECTIONS, &C POVERTY. BY THE REV. SAMUEL WESLEY. L WHAT man in his wits had not rather be poor, Than for lucre his freedom to give ? Ever busy the means of his life to secure, And so ever neglecting to live. II. Inviron'd from morning to night in a croud, Not a moment unbent or alone ; Constraint to be abject, tho' never so proud, And at ev'ry one's call but his own. III. Still repining and longing for quiet each hour, Yet studiously flying it still ; With the means of enjoying his wish in his power, But accurst with his wanting the will. IV. For a year must be past, or a day must be comc r Before he has leisure to rest : He must add to his store this or that pretty sum, And then he'll have time to be blest. PASSIONS, AFFECTIONS, &C. 257 V. But his gains more bewitching the more they in- crease, Only swell the desire of his eye : Such a wretch should mine enemy live, may it please Kind Ileav'n he repent ere he die. HOSPITALITY. From " goldsmith's hermit." I. Here to the houseless child of want, My door is open still ; And tho' my portion is but scant, I give it with good will. II. Then stranger turn and freely share Whate'er my cot bestows ; My rushy couch, and frugal fare, My blessing and repose. III. No flocks that range the valley free, To slaughter'I condemn ; Taught by that Pow'r that pities me, I learn to pity them. 25S PASSIONS, AFFECTIONS, &C. IV. But from the mountains grassy side, A guiltless feast I bsing ; A scrip with herbs and fruits supplied. And water from the spring. V, Then, stranger, turn, thy cares forego, For earth-born cares are wrong : Man wants but little here below,, Nor wants that little long. A WISH. BY S. ROGERS, ESQ. I. MINE be a cot beside the hill;' A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear ; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near~ II. The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch, Shall twitter from her clay-built nest ; Oft shall the neighhour lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest. PASSIONS, AFFECTIONS, &C. 259 III. Around my ivied porch shall spring Each fragant flower that drinks the dew ; And Lucy at her wheel shall sing, In russet gown and apron blue. IV. The village church among the trees, Where first our marriage vows were giv'% With merry peals shall swell the breeze, And point with taper spire to Heav'n. THE WISH ENJOYED. BY H. REFTON, ESQ. I. SO damp my cot beside the hill, The bees have ceas'd to soothe my ear j The willowy brook that turns the mill Is turn'd to please the miller near, II. The swallow, hous'd beneath my thatch, Bedaubs my windows from her nest ; Instead of neighbours at my latch, Beggars and thieves disturb my rest. 260 PASSIONS, AFFECTIONS, &C III. From out the ivy at my door Earwigs and snails are ever crawling; Lucy now spins and sings no more, Because the hungry brats are squalling. IV. To village church with decent pride, In vain the pointing spire is giv'n j - Lucy, with Wesley for her guide, Has found a shorter way to Heav'a. THE WISH. MY dearest maid, since yon desire To know what I would wish, What store of wealth I would require To gain true happiness ; This faithful inventory take Of all that life can easy make. PASSIONS, AFFECTIONS, &C. 26l IL Here happy only are the few Who wish to live at home, Who never do extend their view Beyond their small income. An income which should ever be The fruit of honest industry. III. A soul serene and free from fears, With no contentions vex'd, Nor yet with vain and anxious cares To be at all perplex'd ; A body that's with health endow'd, An open temper, yet not rude. IV. A heart that's always circumspect, Unknowing to deceive, Yet ever wisely can reflect, Not easy to believe. As to my dress let it be plain, Yet always neat without a stain. V. A cleanly hearth and cheerful fire, To drive away the cold, A moderate glass one would require When merry tales are told : The company of an easy friend, My like in fortune and in mind. 26*2 PASSIONS, AFFECTIONS, &C. VI. Some shelves of books of the right kind. For knowledge and delight, Not intricate, nor interlin'd With narrow party spite : A garden fair to paint me clear Nature's gradations thro' the year. VII. To give true relish to delight, A chaste and cheerful wife, With sweetest humour to unite Our hearts as long as life ; Sound sleep, whose kind delusive turn, Shall join the evening to the morn. VIII. So would we live agreeably, And ever*be content, To Providence aye thankful be For all those blessings lent. O Sovereign Pow'r ! but grant me this, No more I'll ask, no more I'll wish. PASSIONS, AFFECTIONS, &C. 26S THE WISH. MAY I enjoy a calm repose, Exempt from noise, and strife, and pride, Where I may pity human woes, And taste the pleasure you provide. II. Unenvied by the proud and great, My hours shall sweetly glide away ; While conscious of my still retreat, Cheerful I hail the opening day. III. And, if I may select the maid, From all the softer sex below, May Mary be alone convey 'd, Whose beauties bid my bosom glow. IV. At length when life is in decline, Celestial mansions let me view ; Without a groan my breath resign^ And peaceful bid the world adieu. 264 PASSIONS, AFFECTIONS, &C. THE WISH. I. I ask not Fortuiits partial smile, Exhaustless source of care ; Not all her fancied gay delights, Can claim a serious pray'r. II. Nor Pleasure's soft alluring form, With ardent wish I seek, Far less the captivating bloom, That glows on Beauty's cheek. III. I ask not that in calm repose My even days may flow ; Unruffled by adversity, Exempt from human woe. IV. Enough that no reflections keen, No crimes my soul oppress, To rob me of the flattering hope Of future happiness. VA-SSIOXtf, ATFECTfOXS, &C. 255 But grant me that blest frame of mind, Where no vain thoughts intrude ; That blest serenity which springs From conscious rectitude. TBE YOUNG MJtf'S mSH. i. FREE from the bustle, care, and strife, Of this short variegated life, let me spend my days in rural sweetness with a friend, To whom my mind I may unbend, His censure heed and praise. II. Riches bring cares I ask not wealth, Let me enjoy but peace and health, 1 envy not the great : *Tis these alone can make me blest ; The riches take of East and West, I claim uot these, nor State. VOL. II. N 266 PASSIONS, AFFECTIONS, &C. III. Tho' not extravagant nor near, But thro' the well-spent checker'd year, I'd have enough to live ; To drink a sober glass, a friend, Assist him in distress, and lend, But rather freely give. IV. I too would wish, to sweeten life, A gentle, kind, good-natur'd wife, Young, sensible, and fair : One who could love but me alone, Prefer my cot to e'er a throne, And soothe my ev'ry care. V. Thus happy with my wife and friend, My life I cheerfully would spend, With no vain thoughts opprest ; If Heav'n has bliss for me in store, O grant me this, I ask no more, And I am truly blest. -*As3IONS,' AFFECTIONS, &C. %6f I - THE MAIDEN'S WISH. I. DEFEND my heart, benignant pow'r, From am'rous looks and smiles, And shield me in my gayer hour, From Love's destructive wiles. In vain let sighs and melting tears Employ their moving art, Nor may delusive oaths and pray'rs E'er triumph in my heart. TT My calm content and virtuous joys May envy ne'er molest, Nor let ambitious, thoughts arise Within my peaceful breast j Yet may there, such a decent state, Such unaffected pride, As love and awe at once create, My words and actions guide. III. Let others, fond of empty praise, Each wanton art display, While fops and fools in rapture gaze, And sigh their souls away. N 2 $68 PASSIONS, AFFECTIONS, &C. Far other dictates I pursue, (My bliss in virtue plac'd,) And seek to please the wiser few. Who real worth can taste. CARE. WHAT can assuage the pain man fecli, When busy cares disturb his breast ; And modest sense his want conceals, With thousand .thoughts thai bar his rest ? ih Can wine one gloomy thought remove? Can titles, wealth, or mirth give ease ? Can womens' charms, or thoughts of love lletal his soul or mind to peace ? HI. >Jo, no, they're trifling pleasures all, The rich enjoy them but a day ; Within their breast they deign to call, Ne'er rest, but vanish soon away. PASSIONS, AFFECTIONS, &C. 26*9 IV. Content alone can make us sing, When wanton Fortune is unkind ; That sets a wretch above a king, And quiets ev'ry ruffled mind. THE MERRY. From the Opera of " the cabinet." BY MR. T. DIBDIN. I. BY my mother 'twas said, and by me 'twas believ'd, For she was a clever old body, Who in love trusts a man that a friend has deceived, Will prove but a simple noddy. Tho' his eyes may be black, tho' his cheeks may be red, His skin fair, or brown as a berry, Look for truth in the heart, and good sense in th head, Or when married you'll never be merry. N 3 270 PASSIONS, AFFECTIONS, &C. II. Who chuses for shew, chuse as well as she can r Will be guided alone by her folly, And find to her cost she's mistaken her man, And wedded alone to Melancholy. For kt him be tall, short, or sallow, or red, Fair as snowdrops, or brown as a berry, Twill prove to be true, as my poor mother said, That they're good folks alone who are merry. THE CONTENTED MAID. BY G. KEATE, ESQ. i, LET me live remov'd from noise, Remov'd from scenes of pride and strife, And only taste those tranquil joys Which Hcav'n bestows on rural life ! Innocence shall guide my youth, Whilst Nature's paths I still pursue, Each step I take be mark'd with Truth, And viftue ever be my view. PASSIONS, AFFECTIONS, &C. 271 II. Adieu, ye Gay, adieu, ye Great, I see you ail without a sigh ; Contented with my happier fate In silence let me live and die ! Sweet Peace I'll court to follow me, And woo the Graces to my cell, Eor all the Graces love to be Where Innocence and Virtue dwell. A MORAL THOUGHT. BY DR. HAWKESWORTH. I* THRO' groves sequesterM, dark and still, Low vales, and mossy cells among, In silent paths the careless rill, With languid murmurs steals along. II. Awhile it plays with circling.sweep, And lingering leaves its native plain ; Then pours impetuous down the steep, And mingles with the boundless, main. x 4 Vfi PASSIONS, AFFECTIONS, &CV m. Q let my years thus devious glide,. Thro' silent scenes obscurely calm ^ Nor wealth nor strife pollute the tide,. Nor honour's sanguinary palm.. IV. When labour tires and pleasure palls, Still let the stream untroubled be. As down the steep of age it falls,. And mingles with eternity. solitude: Trvm "the search after happiness." SWEET Solitude, thou placid queen,. Of modest air and brow serene ! Tis thou inspir'st the sage's themes j The poet's visionary dreams. ir. Parent of Virtue, nurse of Thought J By thee were saints and patriarchs taught & Wisdom from thee her treasures drew, And in thy lap fair Science grew. PASSIONS, AFFECTIONS, &C. 273 III. Whate'er exalts, refines, and charms, Invites to thought, to virtue warms; Whate'er is perfect, fair and good, We owe to thee, sweet Solitude. IV. In these blest shades, O still maintain Thy peaceful, unmolested reign ! Let no disorder'd thoughts intrude On thy repose, sweet Solitude. With thee the charm of life shall last, Altho' its rosy bloom be past ; Shall still endure when Time shall spread His silver blossoms o'er my head. VI. No more with this vain world perplex'd, Thou shalt prepare me for the next ; The springs of life shall gently cease, And angels point the way to peace. $ 274 PASSIONS, AFFECTIONS, &C SIMPLICITY. From the same. I. HAIL artless Simplicity, beautiful maid, Jn the genuine attractions of Nature array 'id ; Let the rich and the proud, and the gay and tus vain, Still laugh at the Graces that move in thy train. II. No charm in thy modest allurements they find ; The pleasures they follow a sting leave behind. . Can criminal passion enrapture the breast Like Virtue with peace and serenity blest ? III. O would you Simplicity's precepts attend, Like us with delight you would court as a friend, The pleasures she yields would with joy be em- brac'd ; You'd practice from virtue, and love them from taste. BASS10NS, AFFECTIONS, &C. 2~5 IV. The linnet enchants us the bushes among ; The-' cheap the musician, yet sweet is the Song; We catch the soft warbling in air as it floats, And with ecstacy hang on the ravishing notes. V. Our water is drawn from the clearest of springs, And our food, nor disease, nor satiety brings ; Our mornings are cheerful, our labours are blest, Our ev'nings are pleasant, our nights crown'd with rest. VT . From our culture your garden its ornament finds, And we catch at the hint for improving out minds ; To live to some purpose we constantly try, And we mark by our actions the days as they fly. Since such are the joys that Simplicity yields, We may well be content with our woods and our fields : How useless to us then, ye Great, were your wealth, When without it we purchase both pleasure and health. n 6 076 PASS10XS, AFFECTIONS, &C .SIMPLICITY. L My Fair has Nature's charms alone,. From ev'ry art she s free,. Her dress bespeaks her inmost mind,. 'Tis all Simplicity. II. Without disguise she loves sincere. Nor will she change from me, She's constant, innocent, and true* And all Simplicity. III. Nor can I e'er ungrateful prove; To one so pure as she, For sure no charm can e'er compare: With^weet Simplicity. PASSIONS,. AFFECTION*, &C 27Z HOPE. From the Monument in Arcadia : a Dramatic Poenn BY G. KEATE, ESQ. L ALL the splendour which wealth can disptey. Is so vain, that it quickly must cloy ;. Like a bubble, it soon melts away, If Hope does not heighten the joy.. H. Sweet Passion! without thee, the souk In the midst of fruition would- tire y Into times yet unborn thou canst roll^. And expand on the wing of desirc- III. It was Hope that first planted my vine; And its clusters luxuriously spread ; Rear'd my fig-tree, whose branches intwinej, And so gratefully shadow my head. Hope comforts the mourner's sad state, Sooths the wretch who is struggling with pain. Bids the captive support his hard fate, And to home turns his eyes back again. 278 PASSIONS, AFFECTIONS, &C. V. Bright charmer ! ah ! live in my breast, Round my temples thy garland still bind ; Thou shalt charm all my sorrows to rest, And cheer with thy sunshine my mind. . i HOPE. From the Oratorio of " captivity." BY GOLDSMITH. THE wretch condemn'd with life to part, Still, still on Hope relies ; And ev'ry pang that rends the heart Bids expectation rise. ii. Hope, like the glimmering taper's light Adorns and cheers the way ; And still as darker grows the night, Emits a brighter ray. PASSIONS, AFFECTIONS, &C. 79 HOPE. BY ELIZABETH BENTLEY, I. O THOU ! advance, whose heav'nly light Can make each scene of sadness please ; On future bliss can fix the sight, And anguish change to ease. Tis thou, sweet Hope, whose magic pow'r The griefs of absence best can calm ; While Friendship chides each loit'ring hour, Thou shed'st thy soothing balm, II. Thou mak'st the captive's heart rejoice In gloomy regions of despair; In thought he hears fair Freedom's voice, And breathes in purer air. But oh ! when thou forsak'st his breast, What dismal horrors round him rise : His mind, with weightier chains opprcst, Deep sunk in sorrow lies. TTT The sailor on the wat'ry waste, While boisterous waves terrific roar, Thou bidst ideal pleasures taste, And tread his native shore. 280 PASSIONS, AFFECTIONS, &C. The wretch whom keen Remorse assails,. Or he who feels Misfortune's dart; His hapless fate no more bewails, , Such joy thy beams impart. When Life presents her closing scene, Thy radiant sunshine cheers the soul ;. 'Tis thou, bright Hope, with smile serene,. Canst Fear's dread hand controuL No mist obscuTes thy piercing sight,. Thou bidst the mind her greatness know ^ Soaring, thou point'st to realm9 of light,. And scorn st to rest below. PROSPERITY AND ADVERSITY. By the same. PROSPERITY, with glitt'ring charms, Invites her vot'ries to hor arms, In Pleasure's silken robes arrayM ; Of Folly's cup she bids them drink, Oft lures them to Destruction's brink, Her path with flow'rs o'erlaid* 1PASS10KS, AFTECTIOHS, &C. 281 IL She oft to their deluded eyes, The mirror of deceit applies, Where dazzling worldly pomp is shewn ; They gaze, forgetful whence they are, 'Till caught in proud Ambition's snare, They Reason's sway disown. IIL Adversity, with brow austere, Her looks forbidding and severe, The friend of mortals in disguise, Pursues them through each devious way j On Terror's wings each son of clay Her dreaded presence flies. TV. But soon, unable to contend, Reluctant, to her pow'r they bend, Her rigid discipline endure ; Taught by her voice themselves to know, And what to other's bliss they owe, To make their own secure. V. From Falsehood's mist she clears their sight, Illumes their minds with Virtue's light, And bids them burst soft Pleasure's bands; Each passion feels her just controul,. And Reason's empire o'er the soul Again securely stands. 282 PASSIONS, AFFECTIONS, &C. VI. Art thou, Prosperity, assign'd The happy lot of human kind, Let Prudence all thy actions guide, With mild Humility, whose care Shall hid thy tow' ring steps beware The precipice of Pride. VII. Hast thou, Adversity, thy charge O'er earth's abodes to rule at large, Let Fortitude thy reign attend ; Content and Hope be ever near, And those condemn'd thy wrath to bear,. Shall hail thee as thy friend. - FORGIVENESS. A Duet in " the lakers." i I. WHAT a monster is man ! that he'd rather revenge, Than in meekness be great, and forgive ; His heart from his friend for one word he'll estrange, And to Friendship forbid him to live. PASSIONS, AFFECTIONS, &C. 28S, II. Revenge is a daemon, the missive of hell ; But Forgiveness, an angel from Heaven, Teaches best how mankind may in happiness dwell, And forgive, as we'd each be forgiven. BOTH. Then come, thou mild angel, by Fortitude arm'd, And resist the proud claims of thy foe, And while at the pow'r of thy might he's alarm'd, Hurl him down to his region below. GRATITUDE. From " gray's ode on the installation/' WHAT is grandeur, what is power ? Heavier toil, superior pain. What the bright reward we gain? The grateful memory of the good. Sweet is the breath of vernal shower. The bee's collected treasures sweet, Sweet music's melting fall, but sweeter yet The still small voice of Gratitude, 234 PASSIONS, AFFECTIONS, &CV GRATITUDE. THO' in debt, the grateful mind No burden can in owing find ; But the more the debt's enlarg'd,. His willing praise To Heav'n he pays, At once indebted and dischargd. INGRATITUDE. BY SHAKSPEARE. L BLOW, blow, thou Winter wind*,. Thou art not so unkind As raau's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Altho' thy breath be rude. II. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, Thou d st not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Tho' thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friends remembered not. *XS3*0NS, AFFECTIONS, &C. 28* PRIDE. An Alteration of a Poem, written by the Rev. Mat- thew (Husband to the celebrated Letitia) Pilk- ington, beginning, " Why*, Lycidas, should man be vain f" I. AH why, my friend, should man "be vain, Since bounteous Heav'n hath made him great ? Why look with insolent disdain On those undeck'd with wealth or state ? Can splendid robes, or beds of down, Or costly gems that deck the fair Can all the glories of a crown Give health, or ease the brow of care? II. The scept'red king, the burden'd slave, The humble and the haughty die; The rich, the poor, the base, the brave, In dust, without distinction, lie ! Go ! search the tombs where monarchs rest, Who once the greatest titles bore ; The wealth and glory they possest, And all their honours are no more ! 286 TASSIONS, AFFECTIONS, &C. III. So glides the meteor thro' the sky, And spreads along a gilded train But when its short-liv'd beauties die, Dissolves to common air again. So 'tis with us, life is not long, Let friendship reign while here we stay; Let virtue aid the cheerful song, When Heav'n shall call we must obey. i r THE EMBLEM OF PRIDE. BY HENRY CARTER, ESQ. I. THE violet blushes all unseen, And loves to hide its fragrant head, Pleas'd with the lowly carpet green, Which Nature on that bank hath spread. II. So modest worth retires unknown, And shuns the noisy wrrld's regard, Blest, while it proves this truth alone, That virtue is its own reward. 1-ASSIONS, AFFECTIONS, &C. 28^ III. While the proud tulip lifts its head, And views with scorn each humble flow'r, Yet rises on yon gaudy bed, But the vain pageant of an hour. IV. Soon broken by the boisterous storm, While all shall own the sentence just, Around proclaims its falling form, Thus Pride shall ever lick the dust. TAME. From the Masque of " comus." BY MILTON. PAME's an echo, prattling double, An empty, airy, glitt'ring bubble ; A breath can swell, a breath can sink it, The wise not worth their keeping think it. Why then, why such toil and pam Fame's uncertain smiles to gain ? Like her sister Fortune blind, To the .best she's oft unkind, And the worst her favour find. 83 rAssroKs, affections, fit. TRUTH AND COMPLAISANCE. From the Opera of " iwkle and yarico." BY G. COLMAN, THE YOUNGER. I. O GIVE me your plain dealing fellows, Who never from honesty shrink ; Not thinking on all they should tell us, But telling us all that they think, II. Truth from man flows like wine from a bottle, His free-spoken heart's a full cup ; But when truth sticks halfway in the throttle, Man's worse than a bottle cork'd up. III. Complaisance is a gingerbread creature, Us'd for shew, like a watch by each spark ; But Truth is a golden repeater, That sets a man right in the dark. tASIOXS, AFFECTIONS, &C. J8<> p TRUE MERIT. From * love in a village." I. 'TIS not wealth, it is not birth r Can value to the soul convey ; Minds possess superior worth, Which chance nor gives nor takes away. II. Like the sun True Merit shews ; By Nature warm, by Nature bright j With inbred flames he nobly glows, Nor needs the aid of borrow'd light* A PRESENT. BY CUNNINGHAM. I. LET not the hand of Amity be nice ! Nor the poor tribute from the heart disclaim ; A trifle shall become a pledge of price, If Friendship stamps it with her sacred name. VOL. II. O 290 PASSIONS, AFFECTIONS, &C II. The little rose that laughs upon its stem, One of the sweets with which the gardens teem, In value soars above an eastern gem, If tender'd as the token of esteem. III. Had I vast hoards of massy wealth to send, Such as your merits might demand their due ! Then should the golden tribute of your friend Rival the treasures of the rich Peru. BENEVOLENCE. Altered from a Song of Paul Whitehead's, Sung at the Annual Meeting of the President, Vice-Pre- sidents, Governors, $c. of the London Hospital. Tune, Liberty Hall. I. OF trophies and laurels I mean not to sing, Of brave British princes, or Britain's good king : ! Here the poor claim my song ; then the art I'll dis- play, How you all shall be gainers by giving away. PASSIONS, AFFECTIONS, &C. 291 II. The cruse of the widow, you very well know, The more it was emptied, the fuller did flow: So here, with your purse, the like wonder you'll And ; The more you draw out, still the more left behind. III. The Prodigal here without danger may spend ; That ne'er can be lavish'd to Heav'n we lend ; And the Miser his purse-strings may draw without pain, For what Miser won't give when his giving is gain. IV. The Gamester, who sits up all night and all day, To hazard his health and his fortune at play ; Much more to advantage his betts he may make, Here, set what he will, he will double his stake. V. The fair-one, whose heart the four aces controul, Who sighs for fans-prendre, and dreams of a vole, Let her here send a tythe of her gains at quadrille, And she'll ne'er want a friend in victorious spa- dille*. * See some excellent " Hirtts addressed to Card Parties," in Dr. Lettsom's " Hints." Vol. m, p. 81. O 2 2$* ?ASSIOKS, AFFECTIONS, ScC. VI. Let the Merchant who trades on the perilous sea, Come here, and insure, if from loss he'd be free; A policy here from all danger secures, For safe is the venture which Heav'n insures. VII. If from Charity then such advantages flow, That you still gain the more e'en the more you bestow ; Here's the place will afford you rich profit with ease ; When the bason comes round be as rich as you please. CHARITY. OH ! Charity, extend thy hand, Diffuse thy blessings thro' the fand, And aid the needy poor. Reflect ye proud, ye rich, ye gay, Who bask in Fortune's cheerful ray, How wretched is Misfortune's day, Then cast not from your thoughts away The woes they must endure. PASSIONS, AFFECTIONS, &C. 20 CHARITY. / I. HERE shall soft Charity repair, And break the bonds of Grief; Down the thorny couch of Care, Man to man must bring relief. II. Why lingers then the gen'rous flame, Awake a high enraptur'd strain; Breathe louder yet, nor yet refrain, Again repeat, and yet again. CHORUS. To hail the Work, the full-voic'd choir we raise, And all uniting sing Jehovah's praise. o 3 294 PASSION'S, AFFECTIONS, &C, CHARITY. From " THE LAKERS." BE gracious, Heav'n ! and give reward To all who thus the poor regard ; And grant that they may never know The beggar's piercing wants and woe. THE COW-POCK. BY NATHANIEL BLOOMFIELD*. I. REJOICE, rejoice, Humanity! The fell, destructive, sore disease, The pest of ages, now can be Repell'd with safety and with ease. II. He well deserves his country's meed, By whom the peerless blessing came ; And thousands from destruction freed, Shall raptur'd speak of Jexner's name. * Brother to the author of The Farmer's Boy. MISCELLANEOUS. CJ}5 III. Yes, Jenner's vigilance is crown'd: A sovereign antidote is giv'n: The blessing flows the nations round ; Free be diffus'd the gift of Heav'n. IV. So well approv'd its sure effect, To turn aside th' impending harm ; And shall parental love neglect To minister the precious balm ? V. Oh ! no ; beware of dire delay, Ye, who caress your infants dear : Defer it not from day to day, From month to month, from year to year VI. Lest you, like me, too late lament Your life bereft of all its joy ; Clasp now the gift so kindly sent, Lest you behold your dying boy ! VII. Lest you see with trembling fear, With inexpressible distress ; The purple "spots of Death appear, To blast your hopes and happiness. o 4 2K> MISCELLANlOtT*, VUI. Lest your keenest grief to wake, Like mine your suffering pratt'ler say, " Go bid my father come and take These frightful spots and sores away." IX. Quickly from such fears be free : Ob ! there is danger in delay ! Say not to-morrow it shall be: To-mowowl no; to-day, to-day. X. Embrace tke blessing Heaven hath sent ; So shall you ne'er such pangs endure : Oh ! give a trifle to prevent, What you would give a world to cure-. THE BLIND ASYLUM AT LIVERPOOL STRANGER, pause : for thee the day Smiling pours its cheerful ray, Spreads the lawn and rears the bower, Lights the stream and paints the flower* MISCELLANEOUS. II. Stranger pause : with soften'd mind, Learn the sorrows of the blind : Earth and seas, and varying skies, Visit not their cheerless eyes. III. Not for them the joy to trace The chisel's animating grace ; Nor on the glowing canvass find The Poet's soul, the Sage's mind. IV. Not for them the heart is seen Speaking thro' th' expressive mien; Nor for them are pictur'd there Friendship, pity, love sincere. V. Helpless, as they slowly stray, _ Childhood points their cheerless way; Or the wand exploring guides Falt'ring steps, where fear presides. VI. Yet for them has Genius kind Humble pleasures here design'd ; Here with unexpected ray, Reach'd the soul that felt no day. o 5 298 , MISCELLANEOUS. VII. Lonely blindness here can meet Kindred woes, and converse sweet ; Torpid once can learn to smile Proudly o'er its useful toil. VIII. He who deign 'd for us to die, Ope'd on day the darken'd eye : Humbly copy thou canst feel ; Give thine alms thou canst not heal. THE FOP. From the Opera of " lionel and Clarissa ; or, THE SCHOOL FOR FATHERS.". . BY BICKERSTAFF. GOOD Sir, I will tell you without any jest, The thing of all things, which I hate and detest ; A coxcomb, a fop, A dainty milk-sop ; Who essene'd and dizen'd from bottom to top, Looks just like a doll for a millenej's shop. MISCELLANEOUS. 2<)9 A thing full of prate, And pride and conceit ; All fashion, no weight, Who shrugs and takes snuff, And carries a muff; A minikin, Finiking, French powder puff: And now, Sir, I fancy, I've told you enough. THE FELLOW SERVANT; or, ALL IN A LIVERY. From the Farce of " high life below stairs.'* BY GARRICK, I. COME here, fellow servants, and listen to me, I'll shew you how those of superior degree Are only dependents, no better than we. CHORUS. Both high and low in this do agree, 'Tis here Fellow Servant, And there Fellow Servant, And All in a Livery, o 6 300 MISCELLANEOUS. II. See yonder fine spark in embroidery drest, Who bows to the great, and if they smile is blest : Why pray what is he but a servant at best ? Both high, &c III. The fat-shining glutton looks up to the shelf, The wrinkled-lean miser bows down to his pelf. And the curl-pated beau is a slave to himself. Both high, &c. IV. The gay-sparkling belle, who the whole town alarms, And with eyes, lips, and neck, sets the smarts all in arms, Is a vassal herself, a mere drudge to her charms. Both high, &c. V. Then we're but like our betters, we laugh, sing, and love, And when sick of one place to another we move ; For with little and great, the best joy is to rove. Both high and low in this do agree, 'Tis here Fellow Servant, And there Fellow Servant, And All in a Livery. MISCELLANEOUS. 301 ALL MEN ARE BEGGARS. From the Opera of " the jovial crew." I. THAT all men are Beggars, we plainly may see, For Beggars there are of each rank and degree, Tho' none are so blest or so happy as we, Which nobody can deny. II. The Tradesman he begs that his wares you would buy, Then begs you'll believe that the price is not high, And says 'tis his trade when he tells you a lie, Which nobody can deny. III. The Lawyer he begs that you'd give him a fee, Tho' he reads not your brief, nor regards he your plea, But advises your foe how to get a decree, Which nobody can deny. IV. The Courtier he begs for a pension or place, A ribband, a title, or smile from his Grace, Tis due to his. merit, 'tis writ in his face, Which nobody can deny. 302 MISCELLANEOUS, V. But if by mishap he should chance to get none, He begs you'd believe that the nation's undone ; There's but one honest man, and himself is that one, Which nobody can deny. VI. The fair one she labours whole mornings at home, New charms to create, and much pains to con- sume, Yet begs you'd believe 'tis her natural bloom, Which nobody can deny. VII. The Lover he begs the dear nymph to comply ; She begs he'd be gone, yet with languishing eye Still begs he would stay, or a maid she must die, And she must no longer deny. MISCELLANEOUS. 303 MY VOCATION. BY HENRY CARTER, ESQ. I. WHEN men prefer dishonest ways,. To rise in any station, The plea is ready, Falstaff says, " Why, Hall, 'tis My Vocation." II. When tradesmen leave plain upright deeds, To thrive by speculation, No more excuse their conduct needs, Why, Hall, 'tis My Vocation." III. When grave men, learned in the law, Encourage litigation, Their fame remains without a flaw, " Why, Hall, 'tis My Vocation." IV: When warriors, with avenging hands, Commit foul depredation, Their honour still, unsullied stands, " Why, Hall, 'tis My Vocation." 301 V. Unseemly neVr doth she behave, She even seeketh not her own ; Still slow to anger is she found, And evil thoughts her love conceives of none. VI. She never joys in wickedness, Unerring truth has her applause ; She beareth all things patiently, Believing, hoping for the righteous' cause. VIII. E'en tongues themselves at length shall cease, And even prophecy shall fail, Knowledge shall vanish from the earth, And Charity forever shall prevail. j. r. A BIRTH-DAY THOUGHT. I. CAN I, all-gracious Providence ! Can I deserve thy care? Ah ! no : I've not the least pretence To bounties which I share. VOL. II. R 3&> SACRED. II. Have I not been defended still From dangers and from death ; Been safe preserv'd from ev'ry ill E'er since thou gav'st me breath? III. I live, once more, to see the day That brought me first to light ; teach my willing heart the way To take thy mercies right. IV. Tho* dazzling splendor, pomp and show, My fortune has denied ; Yet more than grandeur can bestow Content hath well supplied. V. No strife has e'er disturb'd my peace, No mis'ries have I known ; And that I'm blest with health and ease, With humble thanks I own. VL 1 envy no one's birth or fame, Their titles, train, or dress; Nor has my pride e'er stretch 'd its aim Beyond what I possess. 4 ACRED, 363 VII. I ask and wish, not to appear More beauteous, rich, or gay ; Lord make me wiser ev'ry year, And better ev'ry day. TIME. BY ELIZABETH BENTLEY. I. O THOU ! who with the world hadst birth, Who rul'st despotic o'er the earth, To whom its life each creature yields; Man, bird, and beast, confess thy pow'r, The loftiest tree, the humblest flow'r, The grass that cloaths the fields. IL ,The noblest domes that proudly rise, The tow'rs that seem to pierce the skies, The marble pillar falls thy prey ; The massy pile shall strew the ground, The stately arch, with trophies crown'd, Thy summons must obey. & 2 36 Let ev'ry day amend the past. THE CHRISTIAN RACE. I. AWAKE, my soul, stretch ev*ry nerve, And press with vigour on ; A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown. - SACRED. 3$) n. A cloud of witnesses around, Hold thee in full survey ; Forget the steps already trod, And onward urge thy way. III. 'Tis God's all-animating voice, Which calls thee from on high ; 'Tis his own hand presents the prize To thine aspiring eye. IV. That prize with peerless glories bright, Which shall new lustre boast, When victor's wreathes, and monarch's gems, Shall blend in common dust. V. My soul, with sacred ardour fir'd, Thy glorious prize pursue ; And meet, with joy, the high command, To bid this earth adieu. I 5 370 SACRE. THE SICK BED. HOW slowly on the minutes roll, When pains oppress the drooping soul, Enclos'd in sable night ! When sick and panting on the bed r We restless turn an aching head, How mournful is the sight ! IL When no bright ray dispels the gloom, But languid tapers o'er the room Shed forth a sickly blaze ; When nothing cheerful can be found, But solemn silence reigns around, How doleful is the place ! III. Hark ! how the clock with tedious beat, That tiresome pendulums repeat, Lingers the time away ; Whilst with impatient groan we cry, " How dull how slow the moments fly, To bring th' enliv'ning day I" SACRED. 37* IV. Thus we incessant sorrows pour, And count each long-delaying hour, ' Till breaks the cheering sun ; When rous'd we cast our earnest eyes, To catch the glimm' rings from the skies, When his bright round's begun. V. Then how delightful is the ray, That drives the sullen shades away, And the sad prospect clears! Our anxious bosom finds relief, Abates, if not dispels the grief, And calms tormenting fears. VI. Think now, my soul, how wouldst thou bear An everlasting dwelling where No spark of pleasure streams j Where raging sorrows are the couch, And all the craving senses touch Are unextinguish'd flames ? VII. . Where darkness ever veils the skies, Nor warning blaze of tapers rise, To cheer the horrid gloom ; Where all a hideous scene appears, Where ceaseless groans distract the ears. And speak the dreadful doom ? a 6 3f2 SACRED. VIII. No fleeting clock, with equal chime, There measures out an endless time, To get the soul rcpriev'd ; But sunk in unremitting pain, To sigh and wish, and sigh again, But ne'er to be reliev'd ? IX. No kind associate, child, or friend, Can to thy fruitless cry attend, Or ease thy mind forlorn ; All hopes forever chas'd away, Nor ever shall a rising day Bestow one cheerful morn I X. Oh! fearful thought ! oh t dismal fate Refled, my soul, ere 'tis too late, And make thy heav'n secure ; Let troubles here true wisdom teach ; Eternal horrors ne'er shall reach A soul refin'd and pure. SACRED. 37^ DEATH'S FINAL CONQUEST. BY JAMES SHIRLEY. I. THE glories of our birth and state Are shadows, not substantial things; .There is no armour against fate : Death lays his icy hand on kings. Sceptre and crown, Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. II. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield, They tame but one another still. Early or late "They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, Then they, pale captives, creep to death. 37* SACRED. III. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds, Upon Death's purple altar now, See where the victor victim bleeds : All heads must come To the cold tomb, Only the actions of the just, Smell sweet, and blossom in the dust; THE GRAVE. BY MRS. JOHN- HUNTER. L. SIGH uot, ye winds, as passing o'er The chambers of. the dead ye fly ; Weep not, ye dews, for these no more Shall ever, weep, shall ever sigh. II. Why mourn the throbbing heart at rest ? How still it lies within the breast ; Why mourn, since Death presents us peaee, And in the grave our sorrows cease .V SACRED* 375 UK The shatter'd bark from adverse winds. Rest in this peaceful haven finds, And when the storms of life are past, Hope drops her anchor here at last.. IV. Sigh not, ye winds, as passing o'er The chambers of the dead you fly j; Weep not, ye dews, for these no more Shall ever weep, shall ever sigh- PRAYER. Fmn the Oratorio of " hannah." BY C. SMART. I. THERE is no part of Heaven so high, But is accessible with ease, If faithful Diligence apply Upon her never-wearied knees. By Pray'r the miracle is done, By Pray'r th' eternal prize is won. 376 SACRED. II. But if with lips and heart in tune The lute's soft symphonies unite r Sweet hymnist, thou must have thy boon, Or Heav'n itself shall lose its light. By Pray'r the miracle is done, By Pray'r th' eternal prize is won. PRAISE. Trorn the Oratorio of u Esther/ BY MR. HUMPHREYS. I. I'LL proclaim the wond'rous story, Of the mercies I receive: From the day-spring's dawning glory, Till the fading day of eve. n. All the blessings heav'n is lending, We'll defend, our grateful lays To his radiant throne ascending, Wafted on the wings of Praise. SACRED. 577 DUET. In exalted raptures joining, We'll employ our happy days ; All our grateful pow'rs combining, To declare his endless praise. MORNING HYMN. BY DE. DODDRIDGE*. I. AWAKE, my soul, to meet the day ; Unfold thy drowsy eyes, And burst the pond'rous chain that loads Thine active faculties. If. God's guardian-shield was round me spread In my defenceless sleep : Let Him have all my waking hours, Who doth my slumbers keep. * Dr. D. winter .and summer, rofe at five: and he made rifing an act of devotion, in this hymn. With the last word* he sprang out of bed. See Sir J. Stonhoul'c's Letters to tha Rev. T. Stedmun, p. 35. 37* SACKED. HI. I for this hour must give account Before God's awful throne ; Let not this hour neglected pass, As thousands more have done. IV. Pardon, O God, my former sloth, And arm my soul with grace;. As, rising tiow, I seal my vows,. To prosecute thy ways. SLANDER. From the Oratorio of " Joseph and his BRETHREN." TO keep afar from all offence, And conscious of its innocence, Is not enough for the defence Of an unspotted heart, A light suspicion, oftentimes, Of uncommitted, unthought crimes, Its purity with slander limes, And gives it the delinquent's part. Thus one with ev'ry virtue crown'd, For ev'ry vice may be renown'd. SACRED. 379 CALUMNY. From the Oratorio of " Alexander balus. ,j air. HATEFUL man, thy slanderous tongue, Throws in vain the poison' d dart j Know, that 'twill recoil ere long, Doom'd to stab the traitor's heart. CHORUS. O Calumny, on Virtue waiting Shadow-like, yet Virtue hating ; Fly these upper regions, fly. Native of the shades below,. Thither, thither go : Go with all thy base designing, All your forging, feigning, coining, And in darkness ever lie. 380 SACRED. THE FOLLY OF MAN In his Pursuit after Happiness. WHAT airy phantoms we pursue, Still seeking after something new, In hopes some solid good to find ; Though we by observation know There never yet was found below, That which could satisfy the mind. II. Year after year rolls on, and we Expect true happiness to see, Could we enjoy but such a state. We often have what we desire, And then we look for something higher, To make our happiness complete. III. Some seek for happiness in gold, Whose only wish is to behold Their shining heaps of golden ore ; While others take delight in fame, Could we (say they) but gain a name, We could not wish for more. SACRED. 381 IV. Thus all degrees, both high and low, Are seeking eagerly to know How they may happiness obtain J Tho' each a different course pursue, All have this one grand point in view, Some unknown distant point to gain. V. Go ask the venerable sage, Who bends beneath the weight of age, If he in all his searches found A true substantial bliss below, He, with a sigh, will answer no, In vain we search the globe around. VI. Would we true happiness desire, Let us to nobler views aspire, In vain we ransack nature thro', It never yet on earth was known, God is the spring and source alone, From whence true happiness can flow. 382 SACKED. F A FOURS From the Oratorio 0/ " joseph and his BRETHREN." I. THE wanton Favours of the Great, Are like the scatter'd seed when sown ; A grateful harvest they create, Whene'er on gen 'rous acres thrown. II. But if as O ! too oft, they fall Where weeds and briars the soil profane : Or lost, they bear no fruit at all, Or, bearing, yield a worthless grain. THE PEOPLES' FAVOUR. From the same. THE Peoples' Favour and the smiles of pow'r, Are no more than the sunshine of an hour ; There Envy, with her snakes assails, Here cank 'ring Slander still prevails, SACKED. 333 'Till Love begins to wain ; Oblivion then envelopes all Our merit past, and straight our fall Is styl'd the public gain. THE PILGRIM. BY JOHN BUNYAN. Author of " the pilgrim's progress.' I. WHO would true valour see, Let him come hilher ; One here will constant be, Come wind, come weather: There's no discouragement Shall make him once relent His first avow'd intent To be a Pilgrim. II. Whoso beset him round With dismal stories, Do but themselves confound, His strength the more is. 381 SACRED. No lion can him fright ; He'll with a giant fight. But he will have a right " To be a pilgrim. III. Nor enemy, nor fiend, Can daunt his spirit ; lie knows, he at the end Shall life inherit : Then fancies fly away, He'll not fear what men say, He'll labour, night and day, To be a pilgrim. THE COURTS OF THE LORD. See Psalm lxxxiv. From the occasional Oratorio. LORD God of Hosts, to whom the pray'r Of contrite souls is dear ; Thou God, our shield, propitious prove, Thy humble suppliant hear ; For in thy courts one day to be, Is better, and more blest, Than in the joys of vanity A thousand days at best. SACttEM. 585 RUIN. From The Occasional Oratorio. AH why do mortals erring, Ev'ry danger too thoughtless incurring, Good refuse, and ill preferring, Leave the paths of Righteousness 1 Running thus to certain rum, Fools ! what is it you're pursuing, Lasting pain, through transient bliss. REFLECTION ON NEW" YEAR'S DAY. BY THE REV. R D . GRAVES. I. BEHOLD, my friend, the radiant sun Once more his annual course has run, And finds thee still the same ! Reason with custom strives in vain, But cannot break stern Habit's chain ; Nor one fierce passion tame. VOL. II. S 386 SACRED. II. With health and spirits not content; On pleasure still, or trifles bent, Each glittering work of art, A picture, medal, bust, or seal From Wisdom's charms thy love can steal, And captivate thy heart. III. But, ah! tho' Tully pleads iu vain, Nor Seneca can yet restrain The ardours of thy soul : Oh ! listen what the sacred page Prescribes to check wild Fancy's rage, And ev'ry thought controul. iy. Each foud pursuit of life give o'er ; Old age creeps on ; then write no more In prose or jingling rhyme ; With critic eye thy works review ; Scan well thy ways ; thy life renew; Correct thy faults in time. V. " Thy counsel's good : Heav'n grant I may, Whilst life remains, each fleeting day, Some human frailty mend ! With conscience clear, then chearful wait The time allotted to my state ; Still mindful of my end !" SACRED. 3%7 MY BIRTHDAY. BLEST be that God, who by his pow'r At first did give me breath, And still preserves me ev'ry hour From accidents or death. II. Tis to his boundless love I owe Whatever I enjoy; O may the gifts he does bestow My grateful thanks employ. III. It was his tender care to me Upheld my youthful way, And lengthen'd out my span to see Once more my natal day. IV. The day when I, a stranger, came To sojourn on this earth, But he, my God, I'll bless his name, Preserved me from my birth. s 2 338 SACRED. V. Thiflk, O my soul, what thanks are due (Beyond thy pow'r to pay) To Him, for mercies ever new, By thee receiv'd each day. VI. If to create, preserve, redeem, As wond'rous acts you see, Then ever make his love thy theme, For these are done for thee. VII. Thro' all my life, while years do bring This day in annual round, In serving him, my heav'nly king, May I be ever found. VIII. Then, tho' my path on earth should be With crosses thick o'erlaid, On him I will rely, for he Will keep me undismay'd. IX. Then while I live he'll be my friend, And, thro' my Saviour's love, Shall hope, whene'er this life shall end, To be receiv'd above. ACRED. TO MY DEAREST FRIEND ON HER BIRTHDAY. BY CHARLOTTE RICHARDSON. I. TO hail my Mary's natal day, The muse her simple tribute brings ; Accept, dear friend, the artless lay Which from affection's bosom springs. O Mary* may each added year, Be with increasing comforts crown'd ; May no corroding, anxious care, No adverse storms your bosom wound ! How many in their early bloom, Tho' vainly banish'd ev'ry fear, Are sleeping in the silent tomb, Whilst you are left another year ? II. Too many have unheeded past, And death may now be drawing nigh ; This year, perhaps, may be your last, Are you, my friend, prepar'd to die? s 3 350 SACRED, Should you now hear the awful sound, " The bridegroom comes, ye dead arise, Awake, ye prisoners of the tomb, And meet your Saviour in the skies." Could you with hope lift up your head, And joy to see the judge appear ? Or would your soul be fill'd with dread, O'erwhelm'd with agonizing fear ? III. O may the pow'r of Truth Divine, Shine forth in radiant lustre bright, Dispel all darkness from your mind ; And fill your soul with heav'nly light. Then shall you find this maxim true, " Religion's paths are paths of peace," Her pleasures are forever new, Her precepts lead to happiness. Should threat'ning storms around you rise, And temporal prospects dark appear,. Religion points beyond the skies, She bids you hope for comfort thei. SACRED. 391 THE INFANT AT HIS MOTHER'S BREAST. I. LOVELY pledge of chaste desire ! Beauteous as the purpling east, To thy balmy rest retire, , Leaning on thy mother's breast ; There no troubles break repose, No distressing tumults rise, Safe from faithless friends or foes, There recline and close thine eyes. II. Soft as down of swans thy bed, Sweet as spic'd Arabia's store, Blest the king, whose regal head, Can, like thine, ne'er wish for more. Should Ambition deign to ask How such bliss he may enjoy ; How perform the mighty task, That secures from all annoy. III. Tell him from thy peaceful throne, Tell him to embrace content ; Then thy bliss shall be his own, If, like thee, he's innocent. s 4 3S2 SACRED, And, oh ! could thy father's care, Give thee what surpafles gold, This would be his present pray'r, And his comfort when grown old. IV. " May thy setting sun decline Mild as springs thy rising morn, And those graces ever shine Which thy guileless soul adorn." Could thy father this bequeath, Happy then would be his doom, Should kind Heav'n decree his death, And consign him to the tomb. M Y INFANT ASLEEP. BY CHARLOTTE RICHARDSON. I. SLEEP on, sweet babe, for thou canst sleep J No sorrows rend thy peaceful breast, Thy pensive mother wakes to weep, Depriv'd by grief of balmy rest. SACRED. $93 May angels watch around thy bed, Thee safe from ev'ry ill defend ; May Heav'n unnumber'd blessings shed, And be thy never-failing friend ! II. Sleep on, sleep on, my baby dear, Thy little heart from sorrow free, Knows not the anxious pangs that tear Thy Mother's breast, sweet babe, for thee ! Soft be thy slumbers, Sorrow's child ! Serene and tranquil be thy rest; Oft have thy smiles my tears beguil'd, And sooth'd my agitated breast. III. . Thine infant tongue has never known A Father's name, nor can thine eyes Ilecal to mind the graceful form, That low in Death's embraces lies ! E';t l r in thee, delight to trace That form, so tenderly belov'd ! To picture in thy smiling face His image, far from earth remov'd. IV. His pious cares thou canst not shares Nor can he guide thy tender youth, Or guard thee from each hurtful snare, Or lead thee in the paths of truth, s 5 39* S-ACRED. The sad, yet pleasing task, be mine To Virtue's ways thy mind to form, To point to thee those truths divine, Which in the gospel are made known. V. With Reason's dawn thou shalt be taught Thy Father's God betimes to know ; The wonders he for us hath wrought, Shall be thy Mother's task to show. Each rising and each setting sun, Thy little hands in pray'r shall raise, And early shall thine infant tongue Be taught to lisp thy Maker's praise ! ON THE DEATH Of AN ONLY CHILD I. FROM this vain world, and all its cares, Delusive joys, and fatal snares, Maria's now set free ; And, in the realms of endless love, With saints I trust to dwell above To all eternity. SACRED. 395 II. Altho', alas ! no more I claim A tender Mother's pleasing name, Yet will I not repine ; For, oh ! my gracious God, to thee, The child rhy mercy lent to me, I thankfully resign. III. Gh ! when will come that happy day, When, freed from this encumbering clay, My soul on high shall soar ? When I my blessed babe shall see, In joys that shall immortal be, Nor death divide us more. SO 3i*8 SACRED. II. ' The sighing gale, whose murmurs lull to restr The busy tumult of declining day, To sympathetic quiet sooths the breast, And every wild emotion dies away. IIL Barewel the objects of diurnal care, Your task be ended with the setting sun : liet all be undisturb'd vacation here, While o'er yon wave ascends the peaceful moon. IV. What beauteous visions o'er the soften'd heart, In this still moment all their charms diffuse, Serener joys, and brighter hopes impart, And cheer the soul with more than mortal views; V. Here faithful Memory wakens all her powers, She bids her fair ideal forms ascend, And quick to ev'ry gladden'd thought restores The social virtues, and the absent friend. VI. Come then, my friend, and with me calmly share The sober pleasures of this solemn scene ; While no rude tempest clouds the ruffled air, But all like thee is smiling and serene. SACRETV 3$9 VII. Come, while the cool, the solitary hours Each foolish care, and giddy wish contronl ; With all thy soft persuasion's wonted pow'rs, Beyond the stars transport my listening soul* VIII. 0ft when the earth detain'd by empty show, . Thy voice has taught the trifler how to rise;.. Taught her to look with scorn on things below,- And seek her better portion in the skies. IX. Gome, and the sacred eloquence repeat : The world shall vanish at its empty sound,' Angelic forms shall visit this retreat, And op'ning heav'n diffuse its glories round* CONTEMPLATION. By the same. I. WHILE soft, ^thro' water, earth and air. The vernal spirits rove, From noisy joys*, and giddy crowds, To rural scenes remove. 3iJ8 SACRED. II. ' The sighing gale, whose murmurs lull to restr The busy tumult of declining day, To sympathetic quiet sooths the breast, And every wild emotion dies away. III Farewel the objects of diurnal care,- Your task be ended with the setting sun : Let all be undisturb'd vacation here, While o'er yon wave ascends the peaceful moon* IV. What beauteous visions o'er the soften'd heart, In this still moment all their charms diffuse, Serener joys, and brighter hopes impart, And cheer the soul with more than mortal views; Here faithful Memory wakens all her powers, She bids her fair ideal forms ascend, And quick to ev'ry gladden'd thought restores The social virtues, and the absent friend. VI. Come then, my friend, and with me calmly share The sober pleasures of this solemn scene ; While no rude tempest clouds the ruffled air, But all like thee is smiling and serene. SACUETV 3^9 VH. Gome, while the cool, the solitary hours Each foolish care, and giddy wish controul ; With all thy soft persuasion's wonted pow'rs, Beyond the stars transport my listening soul* viii. 0ft when the earth detain'd by empty show, Thy voice has taught the trifler how to rise ; Taught her to look with scorn on things below,. And seek her better portion in the skies. IX. Gome, and the sacred eloquence repeat : The world shall vanish at its empty sound,' Angelic forms shall visit this retreat, And op'ning heav'n diffuse its glories rounds CONTEMPLATION. By the same. I. WHILE soft, J:hro' water, earth and air. The vernal spirits rove, From noisy joys*, and giddy crowds, To rural scenes remove. ^G 1 SACRED. The mountain snows are all dissolv'd, Andhush'd the blust' ring gale; "While fragrant zephyrs gently breathe Along the flow'ry vale. II. The circling planet's constant rounds The vvint'ry wastes repair ; And still from temporary death Renew the verdant year. But ah ! when once our transient bloom, The spring of life, is o'er, That rosy season takes its Might, And must return no'more. Ill Yet ju^ge by Reason's sober rules, From fake opinion free, And mark how little, pilf'ring years Can steal from you and me. Each mortal pleasure of the heart, Each lasting charm of truth, Depends not on the giddy aid Of wild, inconstant youth. IV. The vain coquet, whose empty pride A fading face supplies, May justlv claim thewint'ry gloom, Where all its glory-dies. SACRED. 401 Leave such a ruin to deplore, To fading forms connVd : - Nor ago, nor wrinkles discompose One feature of the mind. V. Amidst the universal change Unconscious of decay, It views unmov'd the scythe of Time Sweep all besides away. Fixt on its own eternal frame,. Eternal are its joys : While borne on transitory wings, Each mortal pleasure flies. VI. While ev'ry short-liv'd- flow'r of sense Destructive years consume, Through Friendship's fair enchanting. walks- Unlading myrtles bloom. Nor with the narrow bounds of time, The beauteous prospect ends, But lengthen'd thro' the vale of death., To Paradise extends. 402 SACKED. THE THUNDER STORM. "WRITTEN AT MIDNIGHT. By the same. I. LET coward Guilt, with pallid Fear, To shelt'ring caverns fly, And justly dread the vengeful fate, That thunders through the sky. Protected by that hand, whose law The threatening storms obey, Intrepid Virtue smiles secure, As in the blaze of day. In the thick cloud s tremendous gloom The light'nirig's lurid glare, It views the same all-gracious Power, That breathes- the vernal air. II. Through Nature's ever-varying scene, By diff' rent ways pursu'd, The one eternal end of heav'n Is universal good, With like beneficent effect O'er flaming aether glows, As when it tunes the linnet's voice, Or blushes in the rose. SACRED- By reason taught to scorn those fears That vulgar minds molest r Let no fantastic terrors break My dear Maria's rest. III. Thy life may all the tend'rest care Of Providence defend ; And delegated Angels round Their guardian wings extend. When, through Creation's vast expanse, The last dread thunders roll, Untune the concord of the spheres, And shake the rising soul : Unmov'd, may'st thou the final storm Of jarring worlds survey, That ushers in the glad serene Of Eye rl as ting Day. 403 THE THUNDER STORM AT NIGHT. I. LOCK'D in the arms of balmy sleep, From every care of day, As silent as the folded sheep,.. And as secure I lay. 404 SACRED. Sudden, tremendous thunders roll ; Quick light'nings round me glare ; The solemn scene alarms my soul, And wakes the heart to prayer, II. Whate'er, O Lord ! at this still hour, These awful sounds portend, Whether sole ensigns of thy power, Or groans for Nature's end! Grant me to bear with equal mind These terrors of the sky ; Forever, as thou wilt, resign'd, Alike to live or die. in. If wak'd by thy vindictive hand, This mighty tempest stirs ; That peal the voice of thy command, These flames thy messengers ; Welcome the bolt, where'er it fall Beneath the passing sun ; Thy righteous will determines all, And let thy will be done. IV. But if frail man may dare presume To come between thy will, Arrest the bolt, which flies in doom, Commissioned where to kill ; SACRED. 405 Quick interpose, all-gracious Lord, In this remorseless night ! Arise ! and be alike ador'd For mercy as for might. Vouchsafe, amidst this time of dread, Thy suppliant's voice to hear : O shield from harm each friendly head, And all my soul holds dear. Let it not kill where riot foul Pours forth the drunken jest : Nor where the guilt-envenom'd. soul Starts wild from troubled rest, VI. Awhile, O spare those sinful breasts, Whose deeds the night deform, Nor strike where smiling Virtue rests, Unconscious of the storm. Succour the couch where beauty lies, All pale with tender fear ; Where sickness lifts its languid eyes, O pour thy comfort there. VII. Nor useless waste this moral night, Like common hours, away ; But glow with Wisdom's sacred light, More fair than orient day. 40(5 SACRED. Warn'd by each flash, may virtue rise, And with its glories spread, While every blasted bud of vice Sinks in new terrors dead. VIII. So, on that dreadful judgment-day, Whose image shakes the soul, Though keenest lightnings shoot their ray, And loudest thunders roll ; Well pleas 'd, O Lord, each eye shall see Those final thunders hurl'd ! And mark with joy, for love of thee, That flash which melts the world. THE GLORIES OF CREATION. BY ADDISON. I. THE spacious firmament on high, With all the blue aetherial sky, And spangled heav'ns, a shining frame. Their great original proclaim : SA'CRED. 40/ Th' unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's pow'r display, And publishes to ev'ry land The work of an Almighty hand. II. Soon as the ev'ning shades prevail, The moon takes up the wond'rous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth : Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. III. What though, in solemn silence, all Move round the dark terrestrial ball ? , What though no real voice nor sound Amid the radiant orbs be found ? In Reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice, For ever singing as they shine M The hand that made us is divine." ^8 SACRED. HYMN ON DIVINE PROVIDENCE. BY ADDISON. WHEN all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys ; Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise. II. O how shall words with equal warmth The gratitude declare, That glows within my ravish'd heart ? But thou canst read it there. IH. Thy providence my life sustain'd, And all my wants redrest, When in the silent womb I lay, And hung upon the breast. IV. To all my weak complaints and cries, Thy mercy lent an ear, Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt To form themselves in prayer. SACRED. 409 Unnumber'd comforts to my soul Thy tender care bestow'd, Before my infant heart conceiv'd From whence those comforts flow'd. VI. When in the slipp'ry paths of youth With heedless steps I ran, Thine arm unseen convey'd me safe, And led me up to man. VII. Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths, It gently clear'd my way, And through the pleasing snares of vice, More to be fear'd than they. VIII. When worn with sickness, oft hast thou With health renew'd my face, And when in sins and sorrows sunk, Reviv'd my soul with grace. IX. Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss Has made my cup run o'er, And in a kind and faithful friend Has doubled all my store. VOL. II. T 410 SACRED, X. Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ, Nor is the least a cheerful heart That tastes those gifts with joy. XI. Through ev'ry period of my life Thy goodness I'll pursue ; And after death in distant worlds The glorious theme renew. XII. When Nature fails, and day and night Divide thy works no more, My ever grateful heart, O Lord, Thy mercy shall adore. XIII. Through all eternity to thee A joyful song I'll raise, For oh ! eternity's too short To utter all thy praise. SACRED. 411 t THE BLIND WY. BY THE REV. R. ROBERTS. I. O YE, who blest with pow'rs of sight, Enjoy the friendly ray, Leave for the poor Blind Boy your mite, And gild his dark of day. II. By him no sun was ever seen, No moon with orbit pale, And cloud-cap'd hill, and verdure green Seem but an idle tale. III. He hears of all the .starry host, The firmament on high ; Creation's fairest works are lost, In them the Deity. IV. Yet, in this darkness so profound, He i'eels the chast'ning rod, And in the thunder's awful sound He hears the mighty God. t 2 4>12 SACRED. V. For his sake listen to the pray'r Of one so dead to joy, And give the little you can spare To feed the poor Blind Boy. THE LORD'S PRAYER. BY THE REV. EDWARD PEARSOlf. I. FATHER of all ! supremely great ! Of heav'n and earth the Lord ! To thee all creatures owe their birth : Be thou by all ador'd. Soon may thy laws be truly known, And o'er the world extend : Soon to thy wise and righteous sway, May all the nations bend. III. As angels in the heav'nly state Thy blest commands fulfil j So may thy servants here on earth Obey thy holy will. SACRED. 413 IV. On thee we day by day depend, And on thy care rely : From daily dangers guard us safe, Our daily wants supply. V. Forgive our past offences, Lord ! Thy healing grace bestow : That mercy we to others grant, To us that mercy show. VI. When from without temptations call, Or lusts incite within, * Oh ! give us strength each snare to shun, And save our souls from sin. VII. [For thine's the kingdom, glory thine, And thine almighty power: It was at first, it now doth shine, And shall when Time's no more.] t 3 414 SACRED, A PRAYM. ALTERED FROM POPE. I. FATHER of All ! thou great Supreme, By all be thou ador'd, At morning, noon, and night my theme, Creator, Saviour, Lord. II. Thou Great First Cause, ill understood By intellect confin'd ; Yet know I this, that thou art good, And man by nature blind. HI. Thou gav'st me in this dark estate To see the good from ill ; And, tho' ordain'd on thee to wait, Left free the human will. IV. What thy commandment bids be done, Or warns me not to do, This teach me e'en as hell to shun, That e'en as heav'n pursue. SACRED. 415 V. What blessings thy free bounty gives, Let me not cast away ; For God is paid, when man receives, Rejoicing to obey. VI. Yet, not to earth's contracted span, Thy goodness let me bound, Or think thee Lord alone of man, When other worlds surround. VII. Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge thy foe. VIII. If I am right, thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay ; If I am wrong, oh teach my heart To find that better way. IX. Save me alike from foolish pride, Or impious discontent, At aught thy wisdom has deny'd, Or aught thy goodness lent. T4 4l6 SACRED. X. Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the faults I see ; That mercy I to others shew,. That mercy shew to me. XI. Mean tho* I am, not wholly so, Since quicken'd by thy breath : Oh ! lead me wheresoe'er I go, Thro' this day's life or death. XII. This day be bread and peace my lot : All else beneath the son, Thou knowst if best bestow'd or not, And let thy will be done. XIII. To Thee, who dwellest in all space,. Sustaining earth, seas, skies ! One chorus let all beings raise ! All Nature's incense rise. SACIIED. 417 JEHOVAH. From "The Orthodox Churchman'sMagazine for Feb. 1806. Vol. x. p. 154." I. WHO brought me into life at first, Appeas'd my hunger, slak'd my thirst, And with a mother's fondness nurst ? Jehovah. II. When in unheeding youth I stray'd, Nor of the snares of vice afraid, Who was my teacher, guide, and aid ? Jehovah. III. Beset with dangers on each hand, Who scatter'd them by his command, And safe and fearless bade me stand ? Jehovah. IV. Who, to his promise ever true, Display'd. sweet virtue to my view ? And help'd her precepts to pursue ? Jehovah, T 5 41$ SACRED. V. And next, in Life's advancing days, Who wateh'd, and mark'd out all my ways, And on my soul shed Wisdom's rays ? Jehovah. VI. But, ah ! my erring heart! who, still, Would draw thee from the paths of ill ? Who shews thee how to curb thy will ? Jehovah. VII. The Scriptures, rich in heav'nly lore : Who gives thee power their truths explore, And their Great Author to adore? Jehovah. VIII. There Wisdom, Power, and Love divine, In glorious effulgence do shine ; And make we wish that I were thine, Jehovah. IX. And who for me a child became ; Who too for me bare ev'ry blame, That I might glow with purest flame ? Jehovah. SACRED. 419 X. Who for lost sinners death endued, That of their sins they might be cur'd, And for them endless life procur'd ? Jehovah. XL Exalted on thy throne on high, Look down with Mercy's pitying eye, Nor shut thy ears against my cry, Jehovah. XII. Forgive me, Lord, my errors past ! Seal my sincere repentance fast, Thy word and truth for ever last, Jehovah. XIII. And should I ever cease to be A lover of thy word and thee, Who hast so kindly loved me, XIV. Jehovah ! No ; never more may I forbear To praise thy kindest love and care, And pour to thee my soul in pray'r, Jehovah ! t 6 420 SACRRIK XV. When I am feeble, old, and gray, May thy strong arm still prove my stay, And soothe my aged pains away. Jehovah t XVI. And when I hang my weary head, And thou in sickness mark'st my bed, Still on me sweet affection shed, Jehovah I XVII. O God ! who liv'st above the skies, When Death's cold hand has clos'd my eyes, To thee, then, may my soul arise, Jehovah ! H. I. K. 421 INDEX TO THE SONGS IN VOL. II. ACCORDING TO THEIR FIRST LINES. ADIEU, ye groves, adieu, ye plains - - - 46 Against high heav'n and thee my fire - - 358 Again, the balmy zephyr blows - - - 69 Ah how delightful the morning - - -31 Ah, how vainly mortals treasure - 233 Ah, what avails the splendid pomp of state - - 347 Ah why, my friend, should man be vain - - - 285 Ah, why do mortals erring - ... 385 Alas, what pity, my dear friend - - 396 Albion, on thy fertile plains - - - 19 All the splendour which wealth can display - -277 All will hail the joyous day ... 185 Although humble my cot, 'tis to me most endear r d - 217 Although I speak with tongues of men - - 360 Are ye fair as opening roses - - - - 127 Arriv'd once again at my sweet homely cot - - 192 A thick-twisted brake in the time of a storm - - 100 Awake, my fair, the morning springs - - - 140 Awake, my soul, stretch ev'ry nerve - 368 Awake, my soul, to meet the day ' - -. 377 Away, let nought to love displeasing - - 55 Bane of virtue, nurse of passions ... 349 Beauty is but a vain a fleeting good - - 138 Be gracious, Heaven, and give reward ... 294 422 INDEX. Page Behold, my friend, the radiant sun - ' . 385 Beneath the hedge, or near the stream - - 88 Beneath yon mountain's shaggy cliff - - -175 Birth and fortune I despise - - _ 338 Blest be that God who by his power - 387 Blest with thee, my soul's dear treasure - . 189 Blow, blow, thou Winter wind ... 284 By my mother 'twas said, and by me t'was believ'd - 269 Can I, all-gracious Providence - 361 Cease, gay Seducer, pride to take - - 132 Come, all ye shepherds of the plain - 184 Come here, fellow-servants and listen to me - - 299 Come listen my fair - 204 Come, peace of mind, delightful gueft - -209 Concerning this man you so loudly commend - .113 Contented all day I will sit by your side - 169 Dear Jenny, while the busy crowd - - 196 Dear is my little native vale - - - 59 Dear is the blush of early light - - - 29 Decrepit Winter Iimp'd away - - - 35 Defend my heart, benignant power - 267 Despair is a cowardly thing - 353 Domestic bird, whom wintry blasts - - - 78 Fame, let thy trumpet sound - . . 1 Fame's an echo, prattling double - 287 Fantastic power, whose airy mien - 235 Father of all ! supremely great - - 412 Father of all ! thou great Supreme - . 414 Fervid on the glitt'ring flood - . - 22 Forc'd from home, and all its pleasure - - 310 Forgive, ye fair, nor take it wrong - - 153 INDEX, ,423 Page Fortune, for thee whilst others sigh - - 348 Free from the bustle, care, and strife - - 265 Friends and lovers fighting far - 211 From clime to clime let others run - - - 11 From forth her interlunar cave - - - 26 From the court to the cottage convey me away - -57 From this vain world and all its cares - - 394 Gentle Harry cease to woo me - 129 Good, sir, I will tell you without any jest - - 298 Great Lord of all things ! Power divine - - 326 Hail, artless Simplicity, beautiful maid - - - 274 Hail beauteous stranger of the wood - - - 82 Hail, Britain, thou much-favour'd land - 4 Hail the rosy smile of morning - i - - 41 Happy, happy art of pleasing ... ]5i Happy nation, who possessing - - - - 12 Happy the world in that blest age ... 145 Happy the man whose wish and care - - 226 Hateful man, thy slanderous tongue ... 379 Hark, the bells with merry glee - - - 60 Hark, hark, the lark at heav'n's gate sings J - 27 Hark, the birds begin their lay - - - 37 Here shall soft charity repair - - 293 Here to the houseless child of want - 267 Her glorious fabric England rears - - - 10 He that holds fast the golden mean - 230 How blest the maid, whose bosom - - 128 How blest the man, while circling years - - 344 Howchearful along the gay mead ... 318 How delightful the sun's cheering beam - - 319 How fair is the rose, what a beautiful flower - - 93 How foolish they who lengthen night - - 27 How happy is he born and taught - 224 424 INDEX. Page How happy is the maid - - . - 20f How much superior beauty awes - - 137 How prone the bosom is to sigh - 355 How quickly fades the vital flower - 245 How slowly on the minutes roll - 370 How sweet the dewy breath of morn - -33 How sweet the calm of this se quester'd shore - - 397 How vain is man, who boasts in fight - . 333 I am fond of the swallow I learn from her flight - - 81 I am monarch of all I survey - 307 I ask not Fortune's partial smile - - 264 Jehovah is my shield and glory - - 332 I envy not the proud their wealth - - - 215 If guardian powers preside above ... 127 If pure are the springs of the fountain - - C I'll proclaim the wond'rous story - - 376 In childhood's careless happy day - 119 In poor ones ne'er let envy rise - - 228 In the barn the tenant cock - - - - 20" In the choice of a wife to three things I object - - 161 In vain, alas, from shore to shore . - - - 342 In viewing Nature's varied scenes - - - 62 In Winter when the trees are bare - ... 194 In woods no more the feather' d throng - - 47 It is not youth can give content - - - 214 I told my maid, I told her true - - - - 170 I travers'd Judah's barren sand - - - 14 It was a Winter's evening ... 133 It was not her form, nor her features so fair - - 149 Let all, let all be gay - - - - 186 Let coward guilt with pallid fear ... 402 Let me live removed from noise - - 39 and 270 Let not life's cares becloud thy mind - 190 INDEX. 425 Page Let not the hand of amity be nice - . 289 Life how vain esteem'd a blessing - 247 Life's a dream, a fitful fever ... 249 Like a bright cherub, some mortal befriending - - 359 Little inmate, full of mirth - - - - - 86 Lock'd in the arms of balmy sleep - - 403 Lord God of hosts, to whom the prayer - - 384 Lovely pledge of chaste desire - 391 Lo what an entertaining sight ... 339 Mary's charms subdued my breast - - - 202 May I enjoy a calm repose ... 263 Memory repeating - 213 Mine be a cot beside the hill ... 258 My arms, against this Gorgias will I go . - 334 My banks are all furnish'd with bees - - - 53 My dearest maid, since you desire - 260 My fair has Nature's charms alone - - 276 My fond shepherds of late were so blest - -212 My friend, forbear to call him blest - - 254 No glory I covet, no riches I want - - - 216 No, I sha'n't envy him, whoe'er he be 343 No more, lov'd partner of my soul - - . 341 No more shall fickle fancy prove ... 159 Nor on beds of fading flowers ... 234 Not a flower can be found in the fields - - 84 Not on beauty's transient pleasure - - - 148 No unhallow'd desire .... 331 Now the bright morning star, days harbinger - -37 Now morning meets the gladden'd eyes - - 222 Observe the fragrant blushing rose - - - 94 O England, O my native isle - . g 426 IffDEX. O'er moorlands and mountains O'er the heath the heifer strays O ! ever in my bosom live - i Of all the springs within the mind Of trophies and laurels I mean not to sing O give me your plain-dealing fellows O Happiness, celestial fair Oh, Charity, extend thy hand Oh had I Jubal's lyre Oh Henry, didst thou know the heart Oh f talk not to me of the wealth she possesses O Liberty, thou choicest treasure O lovely Peace, with plenty crown'd O man, while in thy early years O Nanny wilt thou go with me - One Summer's eve as Nancy fair One Summer's eve the western breeze Oppressed with grief, depriv'd of sight O thou, advance, whose heavenly light O thou, who with the world hadst birth Our portion is not large indeed O wouldst thou know her lovely charms O ye, who blest with pow'rs of sight Patience, damsel, why that sigh Peaceful slumbering on the ocean Pious orgies, pious airs Pleasure, my former ways resigning Prosperity, with glitt'ring charms Pure as the new-fallen snow appears Reasoning at ev'ry step he treads Rejoice, rejoice, Humanity Riches chance may take or give INBEXr 427 Page Say> smiling nymph, where is thy blest abode - -346 Sea-girt England, fertile land - 9 See that beauteous blooming rose - - - 92 Serene in the morning the lark leaves his nest - - 95 See that insect proud and vain ... 136 See the leaves around us falling -? ~ 323 See yon Acacia's beauties fly - - - 137 Seventeen-hundred-eighty-one - 365 Shall I wasting in despair - - 156 Shepherd would'st thou here attain -42 Sigh not, ye winds, as passing o'er - 374 Since wedlock's in vogue - 167 Sin not, O King, against the youth ... 334 Sleep on sweet babe for thou canst sleep - - 392 So damp my cot beside the hill ... 259 Soft-breathing the zephyrs awaken the grove - 190 Stay passenger, and tho' within - - 52 Stephen arose at early dawn .... 203 Stranger, pause, for thee the day . - 296" Summer now unfolds her scenes - * - 44 Sweet bird whom the Whiter constrains - 79 Sweet day, so cool, so calm^ so bright - - 322 Sweeter sleeps the village hind - 321 Sweet is day to night succeeding - 118 Sweet mercy is the loveliest flower - - 7 Sweet the pearly drops of morn - - - 32 Sweet Solitude, thou placid queen ... 272 Swiftly from the mountain's brow - - 30 Take the gift that Heav'n intends you - 187 Tears such as tender fathers shed - ... 355 Tell me on what holy ground 208 Tender hearts to ev'ry passion - ... 155 That all men are beggars we plainly may see - 301 428 INDEX. The bosom of earth is all matted with leaves The breezy call of incense-breathing morn The captive linnet newly taken - - The charms which blooming beauty shews The fastest friend the world affords The glories of our birth and state The honest heart whose thoughts are clear The lover in melodious verses The morning dawns, the village cocks The nymph of the mountains, blithe, rosy and free The parent bird whose little nest The people's favour and the smiles of power The pride of-every grove I chose - - The ringdove tends her callow young There is no part of heav'n so high There liv'd in York an age ago There was a man of Spain, that did come across the sea The rose bad been wash'd, just wash'd in a show'r The sailor sighs as sinks his native shore The sapling oak lost in the dell The silver beam's obscur'd in sable gloom The southern breezes through the vale The spacious firmament on high The tears I shed must ever fall The transports which they feel The traveller benighted - The tuneful lark, as soaring high - ^ The violet blushes all unseen The wanton favours of the great The western sky was purpled o'er The wintry west extends his blast The world is a well-furnish'd table The wounded deer flies swift away The wretch condemned with life to part IffDEX. 429 Page Tho' fanciful lovers, who sing of the fair - - - 152 Tho' in debt, the grateful mind ... 284 Tho' in war's restless field for a time I must serve - - 110 Tho' the toper love his glass ... 239 Thro' groves seqaester'd, dark and still - - 271 Thus for men the women fair " - - - - 160 Thy daily toil I'll more than share - - - 1 89 Thy halcyon bliss, O Peace, impart - 210 Time, time, how few thy value weigh - - 367 'Tis not wealth, it is not birth ... 289 To George, their gracious king - 3 To hail my Mary's natal day ... 389 To keep my gentle Bessy - - - - 86 To keep afar from all offence ... 373 To shun the gay and gaudy bower - 144 To tinkling brooks, to twilight shades - - 243 To yonder summit stretch thine eye ... 320 Trust me would you find trae pleasure - - 233 War sounds the alarm, and fear is a flying - - 18 Weak and irresolute is man . - - 349 Were love a sweet passion >- ... 158 We will, still, our aim pursuing - - - 63 What airy phantoms we pursue ... 380 What a monster is man ! that he'd rather revenge - - 282 What are outward forms and shews ... 231 What can assuage the pais man feels - - 268 What frenzy must his soul possess ... 244 What is grandeur, what is power - - - 283 What is man without invention - 106 What man in his wits had not rather be poor - - 256 What's the Spring, breathing violet and rose - - 15 What tho' for thee no warbler sings - - 49 4:30. 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What tho' I trace each herb and flower - . 329 When all thy mercies, O my God - - -408 When first this humble roof I knew . - -51 When keen adversity assails . 241 When, lovely maid, with thee 1 join'd - - 338 When men prefer dishonest ways - k . 203 When snows descend and robe the fields - - 34 When the fife and the drum shall muster the baud - 111 When two fond hearts in mutual love - - 177 When wintry winds and scowling skies - - 108 While soft thro' water, earth and air - - 399 While through life's thorny road I go - - -251 Whilst with village maids I stray - - - 54 Who brought me into life at first - 417 Who fed me from her gentle breast - - 205 Who seeks a friend should come dispos'd - - 114 Who would true valour see - - 383 Why, cruel creatures, why so bent - - - 124 Why, prithee now, what does it signify - - 252 Why should I my passion smother - -' 143 Wise men, flattering, may deceive you - - 332 With a heart light and gay in a cottage of thatch - - 58 With courage be thy gladsome heart upborne - . 242 With the man that I love was I deslin'd to dwell - - 124 With the sun we rise at morn - . - 30 Would you taste the morning air - - - 31 Would we attain the happiest state - 227 Ye fair, possess'd of ev'ry charm ... 139 Ye happy pairs sincere and kind ... 142 Ye mortals, whom fancies and troubles perplex - - 237 Ye mortals, who search for content ... ^OJIIVDJO^ Or - O ^UIBRARYQ^ ^UIBRARYQ^ %83AINfl-3V^ ^(OJITCHO^ ^KMITCMO^ ^OFCAIIFO% ^0FCALIF(% W/A o 3 1158 01144 0988 ^UIBRARY^. ^t-LIBRARY^ "%3AINfl-3\^ A A 000 054 889 1 Y0/>. ^UIBRARY^ 3% ^OKALIFOfyv ^EUNIVERS/a 30^ ^/OJIIVJ-JO^ ^TJMNVSO^ AWEUNIVERVa or < >^10SANCEI "%3aind-3V ^lOSANCEU # ^AHVMItt^ ^513DNVS0^ "%3AiNa-3i> ^lOSANCELfj> ^IIBRARY^ ^LIBRARY* *C u? 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