TO G. ROMNEY, ESQ. ROMNEY! expert, infallible to trace, But this I mark, that symptoms none of woe TO H. COWPER, ESQ., ON HIS DELIVERY OF THE DEFENCE OF WARREN HASTINGS, ESQ. IN THE HOUSE OF LORDS. CowPER, whose silver voice, tasked sometimes hard, (Attentive when thou read'st) of England's peers, Thy generous powers: but silence honoured thee, Thou art not voice alone, but hast beside Both heart and head; and could'st with music sweet Of Attic phrase and senatorial tone, Like thy renowned forefathers, far and wide Thy fame diffuse, praised not for utterance meet Of others' speech, but magic of thy own. THOMAS GRAY. ON THE DEATH OF MR. RICHARD WEST. In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, A different object do these eyes require : To warm their little loves the birds complain : I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear, And weep the more, because I weep in vain. TO HOPE. O, EVER skilled to wear the form we love! TO TWILIGHT. MEEK twilight! haste to shroud the solar ray, Yet dearer to my soul the shadowy hour, At which her blossoms close, her music dies; For then mild nature, while she droops her head, Wakes the soft tear 'tis luxury to shed. SIR BROOKE BOOTHBY. ON A LOCKET CONTAINING THE HAIR OF PENELOPE. BRIGHT, crisped threads of pure translucent gold! Or to the breeze your changeful hues display ; Poor, poor, last relic of an angel face! Sad setting ray, no more thy orb is seen! O, Beauty's pattern, miracle of grace, Must this be all that tells what thou hast been! Come then, cold crystal, on this bosom lie, Till love, and grief, and fond remembrance die! Penelope, the only child of Sir Brooke and Dame Susanna Boothby, born April the 11th, 1785, died March the 13th, 1791. There is a beautiful and pathetic monument raised to her memory, executed with exquisite grace, by Banks, in Ashbourne Church, Derbyshire. There are four inscriptions round the monument, in Latin, Italian, French and English; on the English side are the following words. "I was not in safety, neither had I rest, and the trouble came."-Job, iii., 26th verse. She was in form and intellect most exquisite; The unfortunate parents ventured their all On this frail bark, and the wreck was total! "Few (they say) who look upon this monument, will seek to know more than what the marble figure tells-it speaks all languages, and its words are, 'I died young and pure, and my spirit is with the blessed."" TO HIS INFANT MARIA. Ан! my dear Babe! thou smilest on the tear But her heart swells with grief too full to speak. 'Tis for thy brothers, in the same cold bed, She weeps.-O'er one the wintry storm hath past; And there, another rests his little head Fresh pillowed. But they feel not the keen blast! O'er their pale turf the whistling winds may sweep— Unconscious of the tempest, they repose: There, undisturbed, sweet innocents! they sleep TO THE SAME. YES! thou art doomed to meet full many a frown, Of life, some friend thy gentle spirit find, |