"No flocks that range the valley free "But from the mountain's graffy fide "A guiltless feast I bring "A fcrip with herbs and fruit supply'd, "And water from the fpring. "Then, Pilgrim, turn-thy cares forego→ Soft as the dew from heaven descends, The grateful stranger lowly bends, Far fhelter'd in a glade obfcure No ftores beneath its humble thatch Requir'd a master's care The wicket opening with a latch, And now, when bufy crowds retire And spread his vegetable store, Around, in fympathetic mirth, But nothing could a charm impart His rifing cares the Hermit spy'd, With answering care oppreft: "And whence, unhappy youth,” he cry'd, "The forrows of thy breast? From better habitation spurn'd, "Or grieve for friendship unreturn'd, "Alas! the joys that fortune brings "Are trifling, and decay; "And those who prize the paltry things, "More trifling ftill than they. "And what is friendship but a name→ "And love is ftill an emptier found- "For fhame, fond youth-thy forrows hush, Surpris'd he fees new beauties rise, The bashful look, the rifing breast, "And, ah! forgive a stranger rude, "But let a maid thy pity share, "Whom love has taught to stray; "Who seeks for rest, but finds despair "Companion of her way. "My father liv'd befide the Tyne, "A wealthy lord was he; "And all his wealth was mark'd as mine "He had but only me. RETALIATION. A POEM. [Dr. Goldfmith, and the Gentlemen characterised in this Poem, occafionally dined at the St. James's Coffeehoufe-One day it was propofed to write Epitaphs on him. His country, dialect, and perfon, furnished fubjects of witticifm. He was called on for RETAand at their next meeting produced this Poem. It was first printed in the year 1774, after the Author's death.] LIATION, OF old, when Scarron his companions invited, (a) The mafter of the St. James's Coffeehouse. (d) Mr. William Burke, late fecretary to General Conway. (e) Mr. Richard Burke, collector of Grenada. (f) Mr. Richard Cumberland, author of the West Indian, and other dramatic pieces. (g) Dr. Douglas, canon of Windfor, an ingenious Scotch gentleman, who has no less distinguished himself as a citi "But mine the forrow, mine the fault, "And well my life shall pay ; "And there forlorn, defpairing hid, "Forbid it, heaven!” the Hermit cry'd, "Turn, Angelina, ever dear "My charmer, turn to fee "Thy own, thy long-loft Edwin here, "Reftor'd to love and thee! "Thus let me hold thee to my heart, "And every care refign: "And fhall we never, never part? "My life—my all that's mine! "No, never, from this hour to part, "We'll live and love fo true "The figh that rends thy conftant heart "Shall break thy Edwin's too." |