SONG. THYRSIS, when we parted, swore Ere the spring he would return— Ah! what means yon violet flower! And the bud that decks the thorn! 'Twas the lark that upward sprung! 'Twas the nightingale that sung! Idle notes! untimely green! TOPHET. AN EPIGRAM. THUS Tophet look'd; so grinn'd the brawling fiend, Whilst frighted prelates bow'd and call'd him friend. Hosannas rung through hell's tremendous borders, IMPROMPTU, SUGGESTED BY A VIEW, IN 1766, of the seAT AND RUINS OF A DECEASED NOBLEMAN, AT KINGSGATE, KENT. OLD, and abandon'd by each venal friend, On this congenial spot he fix'd his choice; Here sea-gulls scream, and cormorants rejoice, And mariners, though shipwreck'd, dread to land. Here reign the blustering North and blighting East, No tree is heard to whisper, bird to sing; Yet Nature could not furnish out the feast, Here mouldering fanes and battlements arise, "Ah!" said the sighing peer, "had B-te been true, Nor M-'s, R-'s, B-'s friendship vain, Far better scenes than these had blest our view, "Purged by the sword, and purified by fire, Then had we seen proud London's hated walls; Owls would have hooted in St. Peter's choir, And foxes stunk and litter'd in St. Paul's." EXTRACTS. PROPERTIUS, LIB. III. ELEG. V. v. 19. "Me juvat in primâ coluisse Helicona juventâ," &c. IMITATED. LONG as of youth the joyous hours remain, Or roused by sprightly sounds from out the trance, know, |