THE LILY AND THE ROSE THE nymph must lose her female friend, But where will fierce contention end, Within the garden's peaceful scene The Rose soon redden'd into rage, The Lily's height bespoke command, She seem'd design'd for Flora's hand, This civil bick'ring and debate Yours is, she said, the nobler hue, Thus, sooth'd and reconcil'd, each seeks The fairest British fair; The seat of empire is her cheeks, They reign united there. A COMPARISON THE lapse of time and rivers is the same, And a wide ocean swallows both at last. Though each resemble each in every part, A diff'rence strikes at length the musing heart; Streams never flow in vain; where streams abound, How laughs the land with various plenty crown'd! But time, that should enrich the nobler mind, Neglected leaves a dreary waste behind, ANOTHER ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG LADY. SWEET stream that winds through yonder glade, Apt emblem of a virtuous maid Silent and chaste she steals along, Far from the world's gay busy throng; THE POET'S NEW-YEAR'S GIFT TO MRS. (NOW LADY) THROCKMORTON. MARIA! I have every good For thee wish'd many a time, To wish thee fairer is no need, What favour then not yet possess'd, In wedded love already bless'd None here is happy but in part: There dwells some wish in every heart, That wish, on some fair future day, ODE TO APOLLO. ON AN INK-GLASS ALMOST DRIED IN THE SUN. PATRON of all those luckless brains, Ah why, since oceans, rivers, streams, Pay tribute to thy glorious beams, Why, stooping from the noon of day, Upborne into the viewless air Impell'd through regions dense and rare, Ordain'd perhaps ere summer flies, Illustrious drop! and happy then Phœbus, if such be thy design, Give wit, that what is left may shine PAIRING TIME ANTICIPATED. A FABLE. I SHALL not ask Jean Jacques Rousseau* It was one of the whimsical speculations of this philosopher. that all the fables which ascribe reason and speech to animals should be withheld from children, as being vehicles of deception. But what child was ever deceived by them, or can be against the evidence of his senses? 364 PAIRING TIME ANTICIPATED. 'Tis clear that they were always able A story of a cock and bull, Must have a most uncommon skull. To forestall sweet St. Valentine, In many an orchard, copse, and grove, And with much twitter and much chatter, At length a Bulfinch who could boast My friends! be cautious how you treat A Finch whose tongue knew no control, A last year's bird, who ne'er had tried By his good will would keep us single Till death exterminate us all. I'll marry without more ado, My dear Dick Redcap, what say you? Dick heard, and tweedling, ogling, bridling, Turning short round, strutting and sideling, Attested, glad, his approbation, Of an immediate conjugation. Their sentiments so well express'd Influenc'd mightily the rest, All pair'd, and each pair built a nest. But though the birds were thus in haste, The leaves came on not quite so fast, |