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Ah me! for now a younger rival claims
My ravish'd honours, and to her belong My choral dances, and victorious games,
To her my garlands and triumphal song.
O say what yet untasted beauties flow,
What purer joys await her gentler reign? Do lilies fairer, vi'lets sweeter blow?
And warbles Philomel a softer strain ?
Do morning suns in ruddier glory rise ?
Does ev'ning fan her with serener gales? Do clouds drop fatness from the wealthier skies, : Or wantons plenty in her happier vales ?
Ah! no: the blunted beams.of dawning light
Skirt the pale orient with uncertain day; And Cynthia, riding on the car of night,
Through clouds embattled faintly wings her way.
Pale, immature, the blighted verdure springs,
Nor mounting juices feed the swelling flow'r; Mute all the groves, nor Philomela sings
When silence listens at the midnight hour.
Nor wonder, man, that nature's bashful face,
And op’ning charms her rude embraces fear : Is she not sprung from April's wayward race,
The sickly daughter of th' unripen'd year?
With show'rs and sunshine in her fickle eyes,
With hollow smiles proclaiming treach'rous peace, With blushes, harb'ring, in their thin disguise,
The blasts that riot on the Spring's increase?
Is this the fair invested with my spoil
By Europe's laws, and senates stern command ? Ungen'rous Europe ! let me fly thy soil,
And waft my treasures to a grateful land;
Again revive, on Asia's drooping shore,
My Daphne's groves, or Lycia's ancient plain ; Again to Afric's sultry sands restore
Embow'ring shades, and Lybian Ammon's fane:
Or haste to northern Zembla's savage coast,
There hush to silence elemental strife; Brood o'er the regions of eternal frost,
And swell her barren womb with heat and life.
Then Britain-Here she ceas'd. Indignant grief,
And parting pangs, her falt'ring tongue supprest: Veil'd in an amber cloud she sought relief,
And tears and silent anguish told the rest.
WHAT! bid me seek another fair
In untried paths of female wiles ?
And bask secure in other smiles?
Ah no!--my dying lips shall close,
Unalter'd love, as faith, professing;
Forget who makes that gift a blessing.
BORN 1721,-DIED 1777.
Francis FAWKES made translations from some of the minor Greek poets (viz. Anacreon, Sappho, Bion and Moschus, Musæus, Theocritus, and Apol. lonius), and modernized the description of " May and Winter," from Gawin Douglas. He was born in Yorkshire, studied at Cambridge, was curate of Croydon, in Surrey, where he obtained the friend. ship of Archbishop Herring, and by him was collated to the vicarage of Orpington, in Kent. By the favour of Dr. Plumptre, he exchanged this vicarage for the rectory of Hayes, and was finally made chaplain to the Princess of Wales. He was the friend of Johnson, and Warton; a learned and a jovial parson,
THE BROWN JUG.
Dear Tom, this brown jug that now foams with
mild ale, (In which I will drink to sweet Nan of the Vale) Was once Toby Fillpot, a thirsty old soul As e'er drank a bottle, or fathom'd a bowl; In boosing about 'twas his praise to excel, And among jolly topers he bore off the bell.
It chanc'd as in dog-days he sat at his ease
His body, when long in the ground it had lain,
THE OLD BACHELOR.
AFTER THE MANNER OF SPENSER,
In Phæbus' region while some bards there be
That sing of battles, and the trumpet's roar; Yet these, I ween, more powerful bards than me,
Above my ken, on eagle pinions soar! Haply a scene of meaner view to scan,
Beneath their laurel'd praise my verse may give, To trace the features of unnoticed man;
Deeds, else forgotten, in the verse may live! Her lore, mayhap, instructive sense may teach, From weeds of humbler growth within my lowly
A wight there was, who single and alone
Had crept from vigorous youth to waning age, Nor e'er was worth, nor e'er was beauty known
His heart to captive, or his thought engage: Some feeble joyaunce, though his conscious mind
Might female worth or beauty give to wear, Yet to the nobler sex he held confin'd
The genuine graces of the soul sincere, And well could show with saw or proverb quaint, All semblance woman's soul, apd all her beauty