My sorrows I then might assauge Religion what treasure untold Ye winds, that have made me your sport, Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see. How fleet is a glance of the mind! Compar'd with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there; But alas! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, And reconciles man to his lot. ON THE PROMOTION OF EDWARD THURLOW, ESQ. TO THE LORD HIGH CHANCELLORSHIP OF ENGLAND. Round Thurlow's head in early youth, Fair Science pour'd the light of truth, See! with united wonder cried Discernment, eloquence, and grace The praise bestow'd was just and wise; Secure of conquest, where the prize So the best courser on the plain ODE TO PEACE Come, peace of mind, delightful guest! N Where wilt thou dwell, if not with me, And pleasure's fatal wiles? The great, the gay, shall they partake For thee I panted, thee I priz’d, Whate'er I lov'd before ; And shall I see thee start away, HUMAN FRAILTY. Weak and irresolute is man; To-morrow rends away. The bow well bent, and smart the spring, But Passion rudely snaps the string, And it revives again. Some foe to his upright intent Finds out his weaker part; Virtue engages his assent, But Pleasure wins his heart. 'Tis here the folly of the wise Bound on a voyage of awful length And dangers little known, A stranger to superior strength, Man vainly trusts his own. But oars alone can ne'er prevail, The breath of heav'n must swell the sail, THE MODERN PATRIOT. Rebellion is my theme all day; (As who knows but perhaps it may ?) Yon roaring boys, who rave and figh I always held them in the right, But most so when most frantic. When lawless mobs insult the court, But O! for him my fancy culls Who constitutionally pulls Your house about your ears. Such civil broils are my delight, Though some folks can't endure them, Who say the mob are mad outright, And that a rope must cure them. A rope! I wish we patriots had Such strings for all who need 'emWhat! hang a man for going mad! Then farewell British freedom. ON OBSERVING SOME NAMES OF LITTLE NOTE RECORDED IN THE BIOGRAPHIA BRITANNICA Oh, fond attempt to give a deathless lot Drop one by one from Fame's neglecting hand; So when a child, as playful children use, REPORT OF AN ADJUDGED CASE, NOT TO BE FOUND IN ANY OF THE BOOKS. Between Nose and Eyes a strange contest arose, So Tongue was the lawyer, and argued the cause While chief baron Ear sat to balance the laws, So fam'd for his talent in nicely discerning. |