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THE IMMORTAL MEMORY OF THE HALIBUT,
ON WHICH I DINED THIS DAY, MONDAY, APRIL 26, 1784.
WHERE hast thou floated, in what seas pursued
Roar as they might, the overbearing winds
Attach'd to the firm leaf of some salt weed,
Didst outlive tempests, such as wrung and rack'd
Peace, therefore, and good health, and much good fish,
To the same drag that caught thee!-Fare thee well!
Would envy, could they know that thou wast doom'd To feed a bard, and to be praised in verse.
ADDRESSED TO LADY HESKETH.
THIS сар, that so stately appears,
She gave it, and gave me beside,
The ribbon with which it is tied.
This wheel-footed studying chair,
These carpets, so soft to the foot,
Secure from collision and dust,
This moveable structure of shelves,
For its beauty admired and its use,
This china, that decks the alcove,
Has ne'er been reveal'd to us yet:
All these are not half that I owe
Benignity, friendship, and truth;
Much less could he alter her mind.
Thus compass'd about with the goods
I indulge my poetical moods
In many such fancies as these;
And fancies I fear they will seem—
COMPOSED FOR A MEMORIAL OF
ASHLEY COWPER, ESQ.
IMMEDIATELY AFTER HIS DEATH.
BY HIS NEPHEW WILLIAM OF WESTON.
FAREWELL! endued with all that could engage All hearts to love thee, both in youth and age! In prime of life, for sprightliness enroll'd Among the gay, yet virtuous as the old;
In life's last stage, (O blessings rarely found!) Pleasant as youth with all its blossoms crown'd! Through every period of this changeful state Unchanged thyself-wise, good, affectionate!
Marble may flatter, and lest this should seem O'ercharged with praises on so dear a theme, Although thy worth be more than half supprest, Love shall be satisfied, and veil the rest.
SONG ON PEACE.
WRITTEN IN THE SUMMER OF 1783, AT THE REQUEST OF
LADY AUSTEN, WHO GAVE THE SENTIMENT.
AIR-" My fond shepherds of late," &c.
No longer I follow a sound;
No longer a dream I pursue;
O happiness! not to be found,
I have sought thee in splendour and dress,
The voice of true wisdom inspires; 'Tis sufficient, if Peace be the scope, And the summit of all our desires.
Peace may be the lot of the mind
That seeks it in meekness and love;
ALSO WRITTEN AT THE REQUEST OF LADY AUSTEN.
AIR-"The Lass of Pattie's Mill."
WHEN all within is peace,