With my wild gambols pleas'd, can you forget "How oft the fleeting hour you've fmil'd away ? Kifs'd me, and call'd me your nown little Pet, And vow'd my breath was sweet as new-mown hay. Have you forgot how oft-times by your fide, "Fearless along the plain I joyous sped? "Have you forgot with what a conscious pride "I baa'd, whene'er you patted Willy's head? When Cupid bark'd, with envy ftung and fpite, "On your lov'd knee, my head I oft have laid, "At morn, when from your bed undress'd you sprung, Let Innocence and Love for Mercy plead; Can * Can black Revenge lodge in fo fair a breast? "Can fuch a trifle warp an angel's mind? "How muft each fighing Lover prove distrest, "To find fuch fickleness and beauty join'd! "Bak'd in my blood-convuls'd in every part, "Quiv'ring in death cou'd you poor Willy view? And from my breast torn forth my little heart, "That heart whofe latest throbbings beat for you. Cou'd you behold my mangled carcafe rife, "Smoaking upon your board to tempt the tafte; "The tear, I'm fure, wou'd ftrait empearl your eyes; "You cou'd not on your murder'd Willy feast. If I must die-Oh, grant this last request, "Let form of gloves my little lamb-fkin grace? Then fhall poor Willy e'en in death be bleft, "To think your dear-lov'd arms he shall embrace. And from the wool that curls o'er Willy's fkin, "Wou'd you two fnowy, pofied garters make ; "This favour too, dear lady, let me win, "Wear 'em, ah, wear 'em for poor Willy's fake. "Each day and night when these remains appear, "But But fee---the murd'rer whets his bloody knife, 66 Eager he grins, as ready for the blow:---If nothing can atone but Willy's life,\ "Ah, let my lady's hand the stroke bestow." Diftant, and deaf to Willy's plaintive moan, Madam, enchamber'd o'er her ruffle stood; The butcher plung'd his knife ;—and with a groan Poor Willy's life came rushing in a flood. THE TWIN-SISTERS. FAIR Chastity of lilly hue, And Modefty like blushing rofe All-graceful o'er the Fair One's cheeks, With brazen front loud Impudence, Planted on Wit-woud's Magpye-Tongue, Attacks fair Chastity-in phrase Thro' which the coxcomb fully glares; Such phrase the coward foul betrays, Poor Poor Chastity alarm'd, for aid Strait calls upon her Twin-born friend; Her Sister's blushing powers attend. United, they confound the foe; They come, they fee, they overcome And ftrike (amazement!) Wit-wou'd dumb.. In chains their captive they confine, And to th' applauding world proclaim, The rude invader they confign To the opprobrious cave of Shame. THE FOLLOWING ODE TO THE GLOW-WORM, EY PETER PINDAR, Is one of the most beautiful gems of English Poetry; has charming imagery, and fine moral grace. BRIGHT ftranger, welcome to my field, To me, oh, nightly be thy fplendor giv❜n: *Alluding to Cæfar's Veni, Vidi, Vici. Say Say doft thou kindly light the fairy train, And chace the horrors of the midnight-shade! Oh! may no feather'd foe disturb thy bow'r, Oh! may no ruthless torrent of the sky, And bid thee 'midt the humming myriads die. Queen of the infect world, what leaves delight? Of fuch thefe willing hands a bow'r shall form, To guard thee from the rushing rains of night, And hide thee from the wild wing of the storm. Sweet child of ftillnefs, 'midft the awful calm Of pausing Nature, thou art pleas'd to dwell: In happy filence to enjoy thy balm, And shed through life a luftre round thy cell. How diff'rent Man, the imp of noise and strife, Bleft when the paffions wild the foul invade! And fine in folitude and fhade. ON |