[The following compliment was sent by Cowper to the Count Gravina, on his translating the above song into Italian verse:My Rose, Gravina, blooms anew, And steep'd not now in rain, LORD GREGORY. JOHN WOLCOT. Born 1738-Died 1819. "Ah ope, Lord Gregory, thy door, "Who comes with woe at this drear night- If she whose love did once delight, "Alas! thou heard'st a pilgrim mourn, "But should'st thou not poor Marian know, And think the storms that round me blow, [This song was written by the witty Peter Pindar for George Thomson's Collection of National Airs. The ballad called "The Lass of Lochroyan," printed in the Border Minstrelsy, [New Edition, vol. 3, p. 201,] but published before that incompletely in Herd's Scottish Songs, gave Wolcot the idea. Burns' ballad in imitation of it is well known. See Cunningham's Burns, vol. 5, p. 48.] THE GYPSY. JOHN WOLCOT. A wandering Gypsy, Sir, am I, From Norwood, where we oft complain, Alas! no friends come near our cot, Then yield me, gentle Sir, your hand; MARIAN'S COMPLAINT. JOHN WOLCOT. Since truth has left the shepherd's tongue, Adieu the dance at closing day, How oft he told me I was fair, No more his gifts of guile I'll wear, How oft he vow'd a constant flame, INVITATION TO CYNTHIA. JOHN WOLCOT. Come, Cynthia to thy shepherd's vale, Yet what to me the howling wind? WHEN FIRST UPON YOUR TENDER CHEEK. MRS. BARBAULD. Born 1743-Died 1825. When first upon your tender cheek I saw you in that opening morn I watch'd the dawn of every grace, While yet 'twas safe to gaze; But now despotic o'er the plains These charms arise too fiercely bright, And I must hope no more. Thus to the rising god of day Whose glowing chariot mounting soon WHEN FIRST, I SAW THEE GRACEFUL MOVE. When first I saw thee graceful move, Ah me! what meant my throbbing breast? Say, soft confusion, art thou love? If love thou art, then farewell rest! Since doom'd I am to love thee, fair, But let me live, and let me burn. With gentle smiles assuage the pain VOL. I. |