In an hearse she rode reclin'd, Drawn by fcreech-owls flow and blind : Still holding her fingers feal'd to her lips. You could not fee a fight, You could not hear a found, But what confefs'd the night, And horror deepen'd round. Beneath a myrtle's melancholy fhade, Sophron the wife was laid : : And to the anfw'ring wood these sounds convey'd : While others toil within the town, And to Fortune fmile or frown, Fond of trifles, fond of toys, And married to that woman, Noise; And fairest Virtue, Wisdom's heir. His fpeculations thus the fage begun, In folemn found ftruck one:-- He starts---and recollects---he was engag'd to Nell. Then I' Then up he sprang nimble and light, And rapp'd at fair Ele'nor's door; And next morn por'd in Plato for more. On the fudden Death of a CLERGYMAN. ODE IV. F, like th' Orphean lyre, my fong could charm, Fate of his iron dart I would difarm, Sudden as thy decease should'st thou return, And arbitrary grief, that will not hear of bounds. Th' enthufiaftic flight of wild despair, To hope the Thracian's magic power to prove. Alas! thy flender vein, Nor mighty is to move, nor forgetive to feign, Thou canst not in due bounds the ftruggling measures kcep, 111 --But thou, alas! canft weep-- Thou canft---and o'er the melancholy bier Canft lend the fad folemnity a tear. Hail! to that wretched corse, untenanted and cold, And hail the peaceful shade loos'd from its irksome hold. Now Now let me fay thou'rt free, For fure thou paid'st an heavy tax for life, While combating for thee, Nature and mortality Maintain❜d a daily ftrife. High, on a flender thread thy vital lamp was plac'd, Upon the mountain's bleakeft brow, To give a nobler light fuperior was it rais'd, But more expos'd by eminence it blaz'd; For not a whistling wind that blew, But half extinguish'd its fair flame---but now Precipitate it falls---it falls---falls lifeless in the deep. Ceafe, cease, ye weeping youth, Sincerity's foft fighs, and all the tears of truth. And sculptur'd in your breasts his busto wear. Better than what the pencil's daub can give, Is this---that what he taught shall live, On On the Fifth of December, being the Birth-day of a beautiful young Lady. HA O DE V. I. AIL, eldest of the monthly train, December, in whose iron reign Expires the chequer'd Year. Hush all the bluft'ring blasts that blow, Smile gladly on this bleft of Days. II. Tho' jocund June may justly boast And May be crown'd with flow'rs; A sweeter flow'r than May. The The PRETTY CHAMBERMAID: In Imitation of Ne fit Ancillæ tibi amor pudori, &c. of Horace. YOLIN, oh! cease thy friend to blame, CO Who entertains a fervile flame. Chide not---believe me, 'tis no more Than great Achilles did before, II. The thund'ring Ajax Venus lays Who always fhar'd the bed fhe made. III: 'Twas at the ten years fiege, when all The Trojans fell in Hector's fall, And made them love, and made them fight: |